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SAME DAMN TIME — stanley snyder x top!amab reader x xeno h. wingfield

sypnosis: waking up post-apocalypse tied to a chair wasn’t on your to-do list—but neither was being the subject of dr. xeno’s freaky science experiment. xeno has no problem of using one syringe of “totally not fda-approved aphrodisiac” on a preiously respected authorty figure. stanley, your ex-subordinate and #1 fanboy, is torn between stopping the madness or joining it. too bad they forgot you’re still the General—and you don’t play submissive for long.

content warning: dub-con, sub character, dom top reader, again...reader's a general (i've run out of plots as you can see), suggestive content, degrading language, bondage/restraints, aphrodisiac usepower dynamics, xeno being a little bastard scientist, stanley being a simp dog on a leash

author's note: can you tell i watch tiktok alot...all of my titles are trendy tiktok audios lmao. again, stanxeno's kinda like ooc here. like everyone in the dcst fandoms always like...omg stanxeno will...idk fuck me together! im like...why cant i just crack them...like...? hope this is not too bad. can you guys tell i love slutting stanley out

You didn’t know how you ended up in your subordinate’s best friend’s evil scientist castle, tied to a chair with "military-grade rope" and exactly 0 dignity.

A chain of increasingly idiotic events had occurred: Earth got turned into a rock garden, Everyone got Medusa’d into sexy Greek statues. And you were presumably frozen somewhere between the Smithsonian and an abandoned Chili’s.

And then—bam. No more statue. Just a headache, a half-unzipped uniform, and Stanley Snyder’s disturbingly hot face about four inches away.

“Don’t take it personal,” he said, voice all Southern molasses and hot gravel. Still breathless from dragging your stony ass out of a debris pile like you were a CrossFit dummy. His lashes were illegally long up close. “We just couldn’t risk you punching us into the next geological era before we explained.”

You grunted. “Punching you into orbit would be my pleasure.”

Which, apparently, was exactly what he wanted to hear, because his pupils dilated like a Victorian maiden about to faint at a particularly spicy ankle.

Honestly, the signs had always been there. Stanley used to follow you around base like a golden retriever with PTSD and a very inappropriate crush. Idol worship? Sure. But then it evolved into… something. Darker. Feral-er. He had opinions about your combat boots. One time he saw you polish your sidearm and whimpered “Yes General” in his sleep for three consecutive nights. His best friend Xeno almost filed a noise complaint.

Speaking of Dr. Xeno....

America’s least emotionally available ex-NASA scientist overlord stood across the room, watching you with the lifeless stare of a man who would definitely try to calculate the optimal time to schedule a kiss. Void-eyed and holding a clipboard.

“Welcome to the New World,” he said. “You’re a resource now.”

“…A what?”

“A resource,” he repeated. Like that explained anything. “The old world wasted talent. I refuse to make the same mistake.”

You raised an eyebrow and rattled your handcuffs. “This how you run HR?”

Stanley cleared his throat, ears flushing pink. “It’s not—it’s for safety.”

“For whose safety?”

“…Yes.”

You stared. He stared back. You considered headbutting him just to see if it would awaken something in him.

Flashback to you, charming UN delegates at a champagne dinner. Meanwhile, Xeno—still mid DARPA tech summit—turning to Stanley, stone-faced and entirely too calm for someone about to be petrified for 3,700 years, whispering: “If we survive, go retrieve your general.”

Like you were a particularly sexy Amazon Prime order.

And Stanley, with his brain running on bullets and blind loyalty, dove headfirst into a radioactive crater just to find you. Classic.

So now you were here. No shirt. No coffee. Just vibes. Stanley was smoking, again and Xeno was ...there. With the unshakeable energy of a man who believes kissing is only acceptable if it furthers the scientific method.

“We could’ve just talked like adults,” you muttered.

Stanley exhaled smoke like a noir movie side character about to commit a war crime. “We tried that before the world ended. You ghosted my emails.”

“You sent me 86 emails titled ‘Hot Milspec Daddy Pls Notice Me.’ I thought it was spam.”

“It was affection,” he said flatly.

Xeno sighed. The long, labored sigh of a man who lived through the fall of civilization and still had to watch his sniper simp for his childhood hero in real time.

“Enough. This is inefficient. Stanley, go outside.”

Stanley blinked. “What? Why?”

“You’re in love. You’re going to make decisions with your dick.”

Stanley opened his mouth to argue. Stopped. Realized he was, in fact, making decisions with his dick. Left without another word.

You sighed. “So what now? You indoctrinate me into your Doomsday startup? Pitch me on becoming Employee of the Apocalypse?”

Xeno smiled.

Oh no. Oh hell no.

He pulled a syringe from his coat and you narrowed your eyes. “What is that?”

“An experimental aphrodisiac,” he said, like it was a completely normal thing to make in the stone world. “I had the idea pre-petrification. I recreated it post-petrification, and it has a 99% success rate. Very elegant and stable. Probably.”

You blinked. “You’re insane.”

“And you,” he said coolly, “are extremely difficult to negotiate with.”

You stared at the shimmering pinkish liquid, eyebrows raised. It looked like something someone’s cousin brewed in a methy basement and marketed on social media as a "slut serum."

Xeno held it like a Eucharist. “As I said, General, this is an experimental aphrodisiac. I have to test its effects on someone with… exceptional physiology.”

“You mean someone hot.”

“I said what I said.”

“Try it on Stanley.”

“I value Stanley’s stability.”

“.....Unfortunate.”

But he was already sterilizing your arm with practiced ease, businesslike as ever.

“Xeno,” you growled. “Don’t.”

He did.

And like a sitcom directed by Satan himself, the door creaked open right as Xeno pushed the plunger down.

“Hey, I’m outta—” Stanley’s voice drifted in. He paused ....and then blinked.

“...Cigarettes,” he finished weakly, eyes locked on the syringe like it had just committed a federal offense. “What the hell is that?”

“Aphrodisiac,” Xeno replied, deadpan.

Stanley’s jaw dropped like he was witnessing a war crime. “Did you just roofie the goddamn General?!”

“I’m not unconscious,” you snapped. “Just incredibly pissed off.”

Stanley pointed at you like you were a nuke about to detonate. “You can’t just drug him! You don’t know what he’s like when he’s turned on! He could kill us!”

“If he kills me while hard,” Xeno said with the eerie calm of someone deeply divorced from the concept of fear, “I’ll consider that a scientific success.”

It hit you then. Not like a punch. No, it slithered. Heat pooling behind your spine, low in your gut. Every nerve vibrating like a livewire. Your head lolled back a little, jaw clenched as something deep and animal started to stir.

Xeno noticed.

“Oh, how elegant,” he murmured, pupils dilating like he’d just spotted a rare endangered predator about to maul him. “Look at your vitals—dilated capillaries, elevated temperature—yes, this is perfect.”

“Xeno,” Stanley warned, hand twitching toward his holster even though he wasn’t even carrying a gun anymore. “I’m serious. Back off. He’s not playing.”

But Xeno, in his infinite hubris, only smiled.

And then—like a freak—he climbed onto your lap.

Straddling you. Palming over your bare chest and shoulders like you were a goddamn playground. His gloved fingers dragged down your chest, slow, deliberate. And yes—they had those weird not-quite-sharp metal claws on the ends. Not enough to cut, just enough to feel like they could.

You twitched.

His fingertips grazed your inner thigh and you gritted your teeth. “Get the fuck off me, brat.”

“But you’re so warm,” Xeno murmured, pressing close. “I need to collect data points. Friction. Reaction speed. Volume.”

“What the fuck. Volume?”

Stanley, watching in horror, looked like a Catholic witnessing his first exorcism. “Xeno what the hell is wrong with you?!”

Xeno ignored him and leaned in closer, ghosting his mouth over your jaw, and whispering, “Stanley, you should really learn to enjoy yourself. He’s tied up. The possibilities are endless.”

You glared at Stanley. Stanley panicked. He visibly gulped, hand hovering awkwardly in the air like he was deciding between a blessing or a slap. “Okay well—um—maybe we don’t—”

Your glare could’ve pierced a hole through him. “Stanley.”

Stanley looked back, torn between mortal fear and feral desire. He'd waited years for this. Followed you through two deployments and four government coverups. Had one too many dreams about getting slammed into a military-grade surface. He was down bad. Possibly terminally down bad.

“I swear to god if you come over here,” You warned, panting, “I will break your jaw.”

But then your hips bucked just a little. Just a twitch. Just enough that Stanley saw the very real, very noticeable reaction the serum was having on you.

And he broke.

"Shit," he breathed, eyes wide and hungry.

And Stanley, who had taken bullets for this man, gave up— Did not retreat. Instead, he slowly, cautiously walked over. Like a man approaching a caged tiger with a stick of beef jerky and a death wish.

“Sorry, sir,” he whispered, eyes intense. “I just... I’ve wanted this for too long.” And then he kissed you, desperately. The kind of kiss that tasted like nicotine and insanity. Stanley’s hands were rough where they cupped your jaw, thumb brushing over your cheek like this was romantic and not just morally dubious.

Xeno watched with a disturbingly pleased expression, still seated on your lap like a pervert on a throne. “Fascinating,” he murmured.

You were losing control. Your body thrummed with arousal, and your pulse thundered in your ears. You didn’t want this. You didn’t want this at all— Except you did?

Stanley’s mouth was addictive, familiar, laced with years of unsaid devotion. Xeno’s hands were exploring everything like he was mapping a minefield. It was too much. Just enough for you to actually—

Your eyes snapped open. The knots on your wrists were kind of loose.

Sloppy work. Stanley had been too caught up in the adrenaline, the heat of the moment, the taste of your mouth. The knot lacked his usual precision. It would’ve held—if you weren’t you. The gun was on the ground. Forgotten. Tossed aside in a haze of want.

Your expression didn’t change much, but something behind your eyes did. It was that lethal stillness. That “I just recalculated the entire battlefield�� kind of quiet. The kind of silence that meant someone was about to regret everything.

Xeno, utterly oblivious in his babbling little science bubble, was mid-monologue about “the correlation between physical restraint and increased neurochemical response” when you flexed your wrists—just slightly—and felt the knot slide free like it had been waiting for you.

They thought they’d won for a whole minute, Stanley had you in a kiss so intense it could’ve been framed and hung in a museum next to a plaque that read 'The Denial of Lust, Mid-Surrender.' Xeno, perched like a particularly horny little shit on your lap, was busy whispering something indecent about blood flow and pelvic angles.

They were so confident, that they didn’t notice the shift. Not until the ropes fell to the floor in a whisper-soft coil. You swiftly pushed Stan back and without warning, your hand shot up and locked around Xeno’s throat—not hard enough to choke, but tight enough to make his whole body go rigid. He yelped, arms flailing with a harsh clatter of metal-on-metal, and you surged to your feet, dragging him up with you like he weighed nothing at all.

“Stan,” you said, voice flat, low, terrifying in its stillness, “if you move, I’m snapping your best friend’s neck.”

Stanley opened his mouth to say something but it got caught in his throat as you kicked the gun on the floor far away.

You twisted, slammed Xeno down onto the nearest steel bench, one knee in the back to keep him from squirming while you yanked the lab’s spare restraints from under the table. Within seconds, his arms were pinned behind him, clamped in cold metal. The shriek he let out was half protest, half... something else.

“STAN,” he yelped, thrashing as his metal claws clicked uselessly against the metal. “Do something—!”

Stanley, still half on the floor, blinked blearily. “I—I dropped my gun—”

“Why the HELL did you drop your gun?!”

“I wasn’t expecting combat in the middle of foreplay, XENO!”

Your voice rumbled from behind them, dangerously calm. “Both of you. Shut your mouths.”

And they did. Because in less than sixty seconds, you had the entire room flipped on its head. Xeno was bent over the cold lab bench like he was about to be dissected for parts, wrists locked, legs forced wide. Stanley was now also bound, kneeling, panting, face flushed like he'd just sprinted through a warzone—and in some ways, maybe he had.

“Stan,” Xeno hissed, still struggling. “You’re the most paranoid bastard alive. You once checked our rations for cyanide using pH strips you made from spinach.”

Stanley groaned through gritted teeth. “And normally I’m fine, but you were grinding on the General like it was your last night alive.”

“That was for science!”

“You were moaning, Xeno.”

“You said we needed bonding time!”

“GUYS,” you snapped, rolling your sleeves up slowly, the fabric stretching over muscle and tension and a promise. “I am literally right here.”

Both of them went quiet again.

“Now,” you said, stepping forward with a patience that felt scarier than rage, “let’s review. You dosed me with some shady untested sex serum. You tried to seduce me while I was tied to a chair. You made me listen to Xeno compare my anatomy to a heat map.”

Stanley looked like he might pass out. “So... this is punishment?”

“No,” you said softly. “This is accountability.”

Xeno and Stanley looked at you confused as you started rifling through drawers like a man preparing to conduct an unsanctioned procedure. You straightened up with a triumphant smirk, holding a silver tin—unlabeled, a little dented, suspiciously slick. Could’ve been lube. Could’ve been weaponized petroleum jelly. They weren’t going to risk asking.

Xeno blinked. “I—I beg your pardon—”

He didn’t get to finish. "Weren't you the one planning this in the first place?" You shoved him forward—firmly—until his chest hit the table with a satisfying thunk and started yanking his trousers down to his knees. A clipboard went skittering to the floor. Somewhere behind you, Stanley made a noise that sounded half shock, half… intrigue.

Which ended up with Xeno having your entire dick shoved up his ass, and there's literally no less vulgar way to say it. You thrusted into him like it was your last day on earth, mostly because the ...counterfeit aphrodisiac Xeno made was literally made the current smartest man on earth. Even his mistake projects work too well.

One particular thrust made Xeno’s head fall back with a snap, like he could physically no longer carry the weight of his pride. His hair clung to his forehead, damp with sweat, glasses fogged up and barely hanging onto the tip of his nose. Every time you touched him, he made some high, staticky sound like a computer about to overheat.

You didn’t even have to say much. Just a hand to his jaw. A sharp twist of your wrist. A low, gravel-dragged “stay still, brat.”

And he was gasping. Choking on breath. Mumbling through his teeth like a man possessed. “F-fuck you—this is beneath me—I’m a genius, not some—! hnngh—!” Yes, Xeno who prided himself on being articulate, was actually cursing.

You wrapped your hands around his comparatively smaller cock, which was already dripping with precum, and swiped your thumb over the slit, making Xeno's whole body stiffen and twitch in response.

“…I take it back,” he whispered, eyes wide, voice cracking on the vowels. “It’s not beneath me. Oh my god—”

Meanwhile, Stanley wasn’t doing any better. His head was tilted back against the cold steel beam, eyes fluttering shut, lips parted and glossy with spit. One of his gloves had been ripped off, and his hand was clenching and unclenching like he was chasing something—anything—to ground himself.

“Sir—nnghh—please—” he babbled, hips rutting backwards onto your length, face going all kinds of flushed. “General—please, let me—just wanna—I’ve wanted this for years, please—!”

“God, you’re fucking pathetic,” you muttered against his ear, stabilizing him by grabbing onto his hips. You dragged your tongue across his jaw just to feel him quake.

Stanley moaned like you’d shot him in the chest. “Don’t stop, don’t stop don’t—”

Stanley also cried a little. The words trailed into pure, helpless noise—half-grunts, half-broken prayers. He was trembling under your touch, biting down on his lip so hard you were worried he’d draw blood.

“You’re gonna break him,” Xeno rasped hoarsely, his voice stripped of all pretense.

“And guess what, sweetheart—this is still me being gentle.”

Xeno’s eyes fluttered shut. You basically fucked them both in front of eachother, it was humiliating at first, until Stanley started spewing his down bad fantasies. His breath hitched as you lined up on him again to mess up his guts again. When he spoke again, it wasn’t even English anymore—just a mess of garbled syllables, breathless curses in mangled Latin and Spanish and maybe some demonic code only AI could decipher.

“Mnhg—ah—¡Dios!—please, I can't anymore, s-slow down—!”

It had been a whole hour since you've been using them like a living fleshlight. Sure you can assume It's hard for a measly scientist to keep up with a ex-military general. You slid a hand under his chin, tilting his face up to give him a kiss before emptying yourself inside him. You looked over at your subordinate in the old world who you made a mess off just a while age.

“You good over there?” you called over, almost teasing. “You’re awfully quiet.”

He whimpered like a dying saint, drool slipping down his jaw, hips jerking into the air for nothing. “S-Sir I—I swear to god I’ll be so good—fuck—I’ll do anything—just touch me, please—”

You smirked, dragging your gloves off one finger at a time. “Both of you,” you purred, “are so desperate, it’s embarrassing.”

By the time you were done, they were soaked in sweat, throats raw, and bound so tight they couldn’t lift a finger. You weren’t even breathing hard.

“Lesson learned?” you murmured, wiping your thumb across Xeno’s wet lower lip just to watch him twitch.

He nodded numbly, tears still hanging off his lashes like condensation. Stanley nodded, too. Or tried to. His head was lolling like a ragdoll. “T-Taught us real good, sir—s’good—was so good—gonna be good now, promise—”

You finally zipped up a jacket you grabbed from the closet. It had been only a few hours till you got depetrified yet you were already spent up. You leaned in close, letting your voice drip into a growl. “You better be. Or next time—no restraints.”

They gasped.

The General had made his point.

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saturnsconstellation · 11 months ago

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I watched “fall” today.

My fear of heights increased 10000%

#what the actual fuck #like the CGI is so bad in that movie #but that didn’t stop me from being PETRIFIED #like yeah I would never get into that situation #But that sh it wa scary #like 600 meters above ground!? WHAT #I’m sorry that scared me too much. and they were holding on for dear life #and when it was “revealed” that Hunter died and they showed her falling I almost threw up #was not a pleasant experience #-10/10 #cool movie tho #never watching it again #Ajax rants

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dark-fics-4-you · 9 months ago

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In the Night

dark!Ghostface!stepbro!Rafe x f!Reader w a side of JJ x Reader

READ ENTIRE WARNING BEFORE PROCEEDING

Warnings: noncon (rape), incest (step siblings), murder, major character death, p in v smut, lowkey yandere themes, knife kink, blood kink, unprotected sex, creampie, Rafe is very obsessed with his little step sister (everyone is 18+)

You cowered behind the car, trying to quiet your shivering sobs. Your mind was racing, barely able to hold onto any thought other than the ghastly scene you had just been forced into.

For months, a masked killer had been terrorizing Kildare and tonight you came face to face with him.

Only to realize that you had been living with him for half of your life.

For the most part, it had been a night like any other, JJ had taken you out on a little dinner date before bringing you back to his house.

You had been dating for several months at this point, a fact that your stepfather, Ward, begrudgingly accepted, but your stepbrother seemed to harbor more resentment towards him than any of the other Pogues.

Just before you had left, Rafe had gotten into yet another argument with you about him, although he had never been so aggressive with you about it before.

“He’s not good enough for you, Y/N! You know he’s just going to get you into trouble.” Your older step brother scolded you.

“Maybe he’d stay out of trouble if you and your gang didn’t bring it to him all the time,” you sniped back, pushing past him to get to the door.

You were interrupted when his hand clamped down hard around your arm just above your elbow, stopping you in your tracks.

“Are you seriously trying to walk away from me right now?” Rafe growled as he turned to you, his hold still tight on your arm.

“Yeah, I am, JJ is out front waiting for me. Now let go of me, Rafe.”

He stared down at you, a familiar yet unrecognizable glint in his blue eyes. He scanned your face for a moment, tension heavy in the air, before finally reluctantly releasing your arm with a huff.

“Just uh… stay safe, okay, Y/N? You know how dangerous it’s been recently.” You could have sworn you saw a small smirk on his face before you turned to exit.

When you and JJ got back to his place after dinner, the two of you had just gotten out of the car when you heard him yell.

You turned to see a large figure wearing the same ghost face mask you had seen all over the news holding your boyfriend at knifepoint, the blade pressed into his throat.

JJ struggled against him for a moment, but he flinched when the man dug the sharp metal in just a bit.

“Stop fighting, or she dies next.” The man hissed, his familiar voice stopping you in your tracks as you raced around the car to them.

You were several feet away from them but too petrified to move.

“Stop!” You cried out, tears burning at your eyes. You felt terrified and helpless, unable to take your gaze off of your boyfriend.

The masked man ignored you, continuing to speak to JJ, “you don’t deserve Y/N, you know? She’s too good to be with a filthy Pogue like you.”

His words washed over you like a bucket of cold water as you finally recognized his voice and you wanted to be sick.

Your lips parted to beg with him, don't do this, please, don't hurt him don't hurt him!

At the flinch of his wrist, it was too late. You knew it. The blade glinted as it slid across JJ's neck, and you finally found your voice as a cascade of crimson followed its arc and JJ fell to ground.

You screamed as you felt the air get knocked out of your lungs. You wanted to collapse, and you probably would have if not for the sound of the killer’s horribly recognizable laughter drawing closer.

In the darkness, you turned, stumbling to the ground painfully before picking yourself up again and running before crouching behind the car JJ had been fixing up.

The chilly autumn air made you shiver and your vision was blurred by your tears.

You still hadn’t gotten over your shock when you heard your name being called.

“Y/N,” he taunted, voice getting closer with each step.

Your heart was thundering in your ears so loudly you were scared he could hear it.

“Just come out now and I promise, I won’t hurt you.” He was on the other side of the car now and you felt your stomach clench in terror.

Your eyes widened when he walked around the car, easily spotting you crouched near the back door.

When he ran towards you, you opened the back car door, blocking him momentarily as you climbed in, planning to slide across and run out the other side.

Your fingertips reached for the door handle, but large hand gripped your legs, pulling you back towards him. Flipping onto your back, you tried to kick him off, desperately scratching at his arms with your your nails at the same time.

The man pinned you beneath him, cackling at your pathetic attempts to fight back. In your panic, you grabbed at his face, pulling his mask off at the same moment his bloodied knife came to your throat.

You froze beneath him, staring up into your step brother’s eyes in shock and horror.

“Rafe?” You whispered, tears spilling past your lashes. “Why?”

A sickening grin spread across his lips as he leered above you. “Didn’t I always tell you, sweetheart? JJ isn’t good enough for you. He didn’t know you like I do.”

His free hand came to your cheek, stroking it lovingly and accidentally smearing JJ’s blood across your skin.

“Stop it!” You whimpered, nausea bubbling up in your gut as the coppery scent hit your nostrils. “You’re insane!”

Rafe’s eyebrows furrowed at that, anger darkening his eyes. He drew so close you could feel his breath against your skin, “I’m just trying to protect you-”

“Protect me?!” You hissed, tears streaming down your cheeks now.

Rafe’s nose twitched, frustration written all over his face.

“You don’t get it,” he mumbled, eyes leaving your face and trailing down your chest. “But I’ll show you.”

Rafe removed the large blade from your throat, grabbing the bottom of your shirt before slicing it down the middle.

You whimpered beneath him, trying to cover yourself up, but his knife found your throat again, pressing down slightly.

“Don’t make me hurt you too,” he threatened, his low voice making your stomach twist.

His pupils were blown wide as he took you in.

“No bra?” He grinned wickedly, “guess my lil sis is more of a slut than I expected.”

“Rafe,” you pleaded, voice breaking through your tears as you looked up at him. “Please, I’m scared.”

He groaned at that, pressing closer and you shuddered at the feel of him growing harder against you. You squirmed when his large hand cupped over your tit, squeezing your nipple between two fingers and drawing a whine from your throat.

His lips smothered yours, hungrily tasting you and taking your breath away. With the cold metal at your throat, there was nowhere to turn to get away from him. Nausea churned inside you when he pushed his tongue into your mouth.

He pulled away finally and put the knife down on the floor to unbuckle his belt, fumbling with his button and zipper before freeing his erect cock from his boxers, not even bothering to push his pants down.

At the sight of your step brother stroking his hard dick above you, your tears started flowing again, disgust and horror mixing with a third emotion you were too ashamed to identify.

Rafe forced your thighs apart, pushing your skirt up to reveal your pink panties.

“Shit, Y/N,” he groaned, pressing his thumb to your covered clit. You squirmed in his grasp, biting your lip to stop your whimpers from escaping.

“Can’t wait anymore,” he breathed through gritted teeth, grabbing your panties and sliding them to the side before lining his tip up with your slick entrance.

“Stop, Rafe-!” your protest was cut off when your step brother pushed himself inside you, stretching your unprepared cunt around him.

You whined loudly, heart skipping a beat when his hand wrapped around your throat, smearing the blood from the knife across your tender skin.

He stilled above you for a moment, taking a shaky breath as he basked in the feeling of your snug walls squeezing around him, tighter than he could have imagined. He inched himself deeper until his tip kissed your cervix.

Rafe leaned closer to you, his lips covering your before he began slowly thrusting into you, increasing his pace with each push of his cock.

You mewled against his lips, confused and disgusted with yourself when you could feel yourself growing wetter around him.

He broke the kiss and you gasped for breath, only for his grip to tighten around your throat.

There was nowhere to go, and Rafe easily caged you in on top of the leather seats of car. You felt claustrophobic, overstimulated by the feel of him rutting into you in the cramped backseat.

The lewd sound of his cock plunging into your slick cunt taunted you, and you couldn’t control the pornographic moans that he was forcing out of you.

His thrusts were brutal, bordering on punishing at this point, and his fingers were squeezing around your neck so tight your vision was becoming fuzzy at the edges.

“Rafe-!” You choked, hot tears burning at your eyes.

The world was spinning around you, the pressure building between your legs. You grabbed onto Rafe, clinging to him tightly in your confusion.

“Tell me you love me,” he groaned, not slowing his pace at all as his thumb found your clit, messily rolling over it.

Your skin crawled at his words, stomach flipping as you nervously shook your head no, but you couldn’t bite back your moan as he teased your tender bud.

You knew that only pissed him off more though, and his grip on your throat tightened in warning.

“Tell your big brother you love him, dumb fucking slut.” He hissed, hitting a spot that made you see stars.

“I-” you whimpered before whispering. “I love you.”

He kissed you hard, growling as he pulled away and resting his damp forehead against yours.

“Tell me again, baby.”

His hips tilted to meet yours, pushing himself deep inside you with each thrust. His thumb lazily traced your clit, pulling you to the brink.

“I love you,” you moaned, primal desires overcoming your thoughts of resisting.

“Again.”

“I love you, fuck, Rafe!” you whimpered as you were pushed over the edge.

Blinding white light exploded behind your closed eyes as you came undone around him. Sinful pleasure tingled between your legs as he fucked you even harder, and he cursed as you squeezed around him.

You couldn’t think straight, much less control your mouth, and the endless string of “I love you Rafe”’s that rolled off your tongue was the reason it wasn’t long before your step brother was painting your walls with his sticky seed.

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cvnntagious · 4 months ago

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𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐘’𝐒 𝐀𝐔 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋

so wet [ fuckboy!matt ]

with there only being so many showers at the frat, matt had insisted you go before him after everyone got out of the pool, opting to wait on his brother’s bed while you handled your business. but when you asked him if he was sure, and even offered for the two of you to shower together in claims that it’d save time, how could he say no?

that’s how you got here: your leg wrapped around matt’s waist as he slid his dick through your dripping pussy, his body pressing you up against the wall behind you. you weren’t sure why you expected an innocent shower with matt, hoping maybe you’d wash his hair and he’d scrub your back.

that’s not how it works with him.

its never been how it works with him — always finding a way to lure you into opening your legs for him. it started with simple massages on your ass, hips grinding into it subtly as you rinse the soap out of your hair. but of course, as soon as he turned you around, you were done for.

you weren’t exactly complaining though. in fact. quite the opposite. small whines and pleas escaped your mouth, your arms squeezing to pull him in closer. “shi- shiittt,” you groaned, your head thrown back against the tiling.

matt didn’t bother keeping it slow and steady, the slipperiness of the shower not scaring him one bit as he angled himself up into you. “keep squeezin’ me jus’ like than an-“ he started, coming to an abrupt stop when he heard a knock at the door.

his widened eyes snapped from your pleasured expression to the locked door, hand flying up to cover your mouth. “yeah?” he called out, not paying any mind to the way you huffed irritatedly into his palm.

with much slower, deliberate strokes, matt resumed pumping into you. risky, he knew, but he was more worried about keeping you satisfied than the idea of getting caught by some frat brother; it wouldn’t be his first time, anyway. “y’almost done in there? we’re tryna eat after this,” you two heard chris’ muffled voice, your whimpers stifled matt’s grip on your face.

he gave a nod, despite the fact that chris couldn’t see it, chuckling a bit when his gaze flickers to the mix of emotions on your face. you were clearly petrified, but unable to stop the furrow of your brow that told matt he was making you feel so good. “yeah dude, m’jus gettin dressed,” he yelled over the running water in reply, “but the girl might take a minute… she’s not finished yet.”

finished. well shit, you were close though. and as soon as that ‘alright,’ traveled through your ear drums, matt’s tip prodded at your g-spot. another muffled whimper escaped your covered mouth, your blurry vision meeting matt’s white smile.

there was a moment of quietness between the two of you, save for the running water as matt’s hips continued to rut into yours. he continued to keep you quite for a moment, hand pressing your head in the wall while he covered your mouth. “can feel y’squeezin me,” he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “cum then, make it quick—got everybody out there waitin’ for us.”

with that, he removed his hand from your mouth, chuckling as you let out a loud whine. both of you were thankful the water was muffling the noises, all of them falling past your guys’ lips with no shame. “m- matt!” you wailed, feeling as if you were melting into his body as he practically caged you in like some sort of predator cornering its prey.

“shit, shit! gonna-“ you babbled, but matt already knee what you meant, burying himself deeper in you to send you right over the edge, “matt, a- oh my—“

w/c : ??

a/n : apologies for taking so long with this, i’m chronically ill and that will be my excuse from now on !

-love, your grandma cvnty ☆!

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luvyeni · 22 days ago

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TWO DUMB VIRGINS ๑. ( 박지성 )

PART ONE. A B friend group …

𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 ──── you wanted to lose it . he was tired of being made fun by his friends. both of you thinking he’d pull out fast enough… but what can you expect from two stupid virgins ? …

( 対 ) park jisung + fem. reader genre young parent au , smau · contains! mentions of sex. pregnancy talk. crude language. jokes among friends mature content

𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 yeni’s note .ᐟ let’s get this going , i’m so excited about this !! the taglist for this is closed tho , i won’t be adding anyone else until the end when it’s fully released 🖤

you weren’t against the idea of losing your virginity; you weren’t innocent by any means , you knew what porn was, you were an adult… but when it came to the idea of losing your virginity the thought of it petrified you. what if it hurt so bad you cried? what if you regret it? what if the guy sucked in bed and only cared about getting his rocks off? everytime you got with a guy these thoughts plagued you and you ended up chickening out , leaving the guy with blue balls.

“it’s not that bad i swear.” yuna said. “of course it hurts a little , there’s something that’s at least 6 inches going inside you.” you cringed hearing her talk. “but it isn’t supposed to hurt that bad, if it does he’s definitely doing it completely wrong.” yunjin said. “oh my god what if he does it completely wrong and like hurts me to the point where i can no longer have sex?” you stressed , the girls in front of you shaking their head at your dramatics. “i don’t want my first time to be my last time.” chenle sat down in the booth of the cafe the three of you met up for lunch at. “you three still on the virgin talk.”

“yesterday i invited a boy over, 10 outta 10.” you said. “we were kissing, it was perfect.” chenle nodded. “and then your brain got in the way?” you sighed and nodded. “and he wasn’t mean about it, but like how embarrassing that me, a 23 year old, is scared of having sex?”

“look no one is rushing you to lose your virginity now, take as long as you need.” yunjin reassured. “besides , the men out here are trash.” yuna said. “so you really aren’t missing much.” as much as she was probably right , it’s seems like it was all people were talking about.

meanwhile, jisung sat in a cafe of thel campus, holding his head down low as his friends laughed at joke haechan made — a joke made at his expense… his virginity. “why is this so funny?” he said. “i don’t know.” haechan shrugged. “making fun of the 23 year old virgin is very funny.” jisung rolled his eyes. “haha laugh at the virgin , sorry im not fucking every girl and guy who looks my way.”

“well yeah , cause you aren’t fucking anyone.” the table erupted into laughter once more. “jisung don’t let them rush you.” mark spoke up. “yeah how many times has haechan found himself sitting in a clinic for antibiotics?” renjun said bluntly. “or in the line of a drug store with a morning after?” jeno followed up. “or a pregnancy test.” haechan sat up to defend himself. “hey i only stood in line for a pregnancy test once.”

“isn’t once enough for you to learn to wrap your dick up or lock it away?” jaemin said. “do i tell you what to do with jeno in our shared apartment?” haechan argued back. “hey don’t turn this on us.” jisung listened to them bicker back and forth. “the point being , don’t just lose your virginity because of peer pressure.” mark said, jaemin stopping his argument with haechan just to speak. “and once you do lose it , don’t go fucking everyone who looks at you.” haechan gasped. “are you slutshaming me?” which jaemin nodded. “yes i am you whore.”

“there’s a party tonight that a friend of mine is throwing.” chenle said over the phone.. “i’m sure seulgi can let you off for one night?” you really didn’t feel like partying, but the other option wasn’t pleasant either. “i can ask.” throwing your bag down to the ground , your cat coming up to caress your calf with her tail. “im sure she’s gonna say yes , she loves you.” he said. “duh who else is willing to come in on a sunday to do the 79 year old grandma that only wants to talk about how much she hates her children and complains about how much she hates the haircut?” you spoke sarcastically. “but she keeps coming back?” you snort. “that’s our problem , i’ll text her to see if i can get off.”

to seulgi : night off please 😃 4:30pm read

from seulgi : grandma? sunday? 4:35pm read

“shit.” you hissed. “grandma on sunday.” you whined. “think about it , it’s friday have a good time, recover saturday and make money on sunday.” he said. “think of the jell-o shots , think of the jell-o shots.” you sighed , nodding. “fine.”

to seulgi : you hate me don’t you 😔 ? 4:40pm read

from seulgi : go easy on the alcohol it’s like she can still smell it days later even if you shower 😉

“perfect , i’ll see you tonight!” chenle said. “yuna and yunjin are already on their way over i bet.” you hung up; just as the door of your apartment opened up. “let’s get ready bitch!” they came bursting into your room. “you both set this up.” yuna nodded. “we knew you’d tell us no , but chenle has special childhood friend privileges so we used him.” you shook your head. “also thank you because now i don’t have to work on sunday.” yunjin plopped down on your bed. “you got grandma again?” yuna asked, already going through your closet. “2 whole hours of nonstop yapping about how her kids never visit , only to be cursed at because she hates the hair cut.” you pouted. “lucky me.”

“whos random house are we showing up to right now?” you asked as the car pulled up to the address. “why does chenle know so many dodgy people , it’s concerning.” yuna said. “maybe he’s the dodgy person in question , we never know, this could be his house.” yunjin said as the three of you exited the car; you could hear the music playing inside. “i wouldn’t be surprised he does stupid shit all the time i wouldn’t be surprised if he somehow convinced his parents to buy him a house.”

you opened the door of the house; the house being filled with people. “stay close by and don’t go home with strangers.” you said. “how about you try going home with a stranger.” you glared back at yuna who was smiling. “love you.”

“who are you waiting for?” jisung asked chenle as they stood around the party; chenle looking around the party. “my A friend group , i invited them.” he said looking at his phone. “A friend group?” jaemin asked. “so does that make us the B friend group?” he nodded. “pretty much.” he stood up. “they’re here , i’ll see you guys.” and with that, he walked away. “i feel used all of sudden.” renjun spoke up , drink in his hand. jisung stood up. “what you have another friend group you invited?”

“i wish.”

you found yourself in the kitchen; looking for chenle after he promised you a drink only to never return with it. ‘it’s not easy entertaining both friend groups.’ he texted you. you scoffed maneuvering your way into the cramped kitchen to the drinks. “oh sorry.” a tall lanky boy was standing around. “you’re fine.” you said with a smile. “do you know what’s good?” he looked around. “um well i don’t drink much.” you smiled , he was cute the way he stumbled over his words. “that’s okay , what are you drinking?” he was so quick to show you his cup it made you giggle; which made his neck turn red. “i-i can make it for you.” you nodded. “thank you.” he sat his cup down; grabbing one for you. “it’s nothing special.” he said , pouring things into the cup. “he-here you go.”

he watched you nervously as you put the cup to your lips; taking a sip of the drink he made you. “do you like it?” he said ; here he was needing the approval of a stranger; haechan would've made a comment about him not having a backbone if he was here. “it’s good.” your voice bought him out of his thoughts. “really?” you nodded. “it’s not too sweet but also my throat isn’t burning from the excessive amount of alcohol.”

you struck up a conversation with the boy; mostly leading it, he listened attentively as you spoke. “am i talking too much?” you asked , he quickly shook his head. “of course not , it’s just that i don’t normally talk to people except my friends at parties; especially — girls?” you interrupted him. “yeah; especially pretty girls like you.” he scratched the back of his neck. “you’re cute… what’s your name?” “jisung.”

“you’re cute jisung.”

he was about to respond when he saw haechan approaching the kitchen; why at this moment? he was so scared he’d say something that embarrassed him and he actually liked talking to you. “are you okay?” you asked. “i’m fine.” he said. “do you want to go somewhere else?” he asked , quickly before haechan reached the kitchen. “oh yeah sure, i guess.” you said , only for him to grab your wrist. “just trust me.” he said , quickly exiting the kitchen , walking straight past hyuck who turned his head like his eyes were deceiving him; but jisung didn’t even say anything, just kept guiding you through the people; and straight up the stairs to his room.

you didn’t even say anything; and before you knew it, you were sitting on his bed. “how many people live here?” you asked , he sat down on his desk chair, rubbing his sweaty palm against his jeans. “me and five other guys.” you cringed. “frightening — i am so sorry that was an inside thought.” he chuckled as you tried to defend yourself. “no it’s true , it’s frightening sometimes , but mark knows how to calm the house down , he’s the oldest.” you nodded. “i knew it had to be someone; either that or you have a girlfriend you’re not telling me about.”

“oh no , of course not!” he said. “i don’t have a girlfriend.” he realized how quickly he said that, cringing at how desperate that sounded. “im single.” he said much more calm. “good. me too.” he stood up from his chair. “i-i can put on some music.” he said. “anything you like , the music downstairs isn’t that good , jeno-hyung literally puts a playlist together of things he hears on the radio on the drive to work.” he said hooking his phone up to the speaker he stole from renjun. “anything is fine.” you said , standing up looking around his room; the mangas in the corner of his room , the small pile of clothes halfway kicked under the bed, that he clearly just kicked under there, you laughed to yourself. his school books on the table; he went to a different school than you — that was good.

“do you like mangas?” he asked , follow behind you. “they’re okay, i prefer regular fantasy books , but i don’t hate them.” you went to turn around , only to bump into his chest with a small umph. “oh shit i’m sorry.” he held you by your shoulders — and out of a whim and probably a little bit of the alcohol; you kissed him.

the boy’s eyes widened; feeling your soft lips on his. it wasn’t his first kiss, but it surely was the best one he’s had. he shakenly put his hands on your waist , trying to steady himself; it’s just a kiss, it’s not a big deal… then why is he getting hard? he quickly pulled away out of shame. “is something wrong?” you asked. “i- i’ve never done this before.” he said. “kissed a girl?” you asked, he shook his head. “no-no i kissed a girl before.“ he stumbled over his words; trying to figure out what to say; but you helped him. “you’re a virgin?”

he sighed; this was his issue, girls didn’t want a virgin. they wanted someone who knew what they were doing; so he fully accepted that you were gonna reject him — but you didn’t , you grabbed his cheek, pulling him back into another kiss , using your other hand to guide his fallen one back to your waist, feeling him slightly grip it , making you gasp. “di-did i hurt you?” he said in between kisses. “no, please keep going.”

kissing him felt good; but you couldn’t deny the racing of your heart. those same concerns floating around in your head as he gently laid you on the bed , climbing on top of you. “i told you; i’ve never done this before , i don’t know what works and what doesn’t.” he confessed. “me either.” you said. “i don’t know what i’m doing either.” he was stunned. “you’re a virgin too?” you nodded. “so i guess we’re about to figure it out together?”

pulling him into another deep kiss; pulling at his waist both of your hips moving messily against each other. it felt good; but you needed more. which is why instead of pushing him away like you normally did guys when it went too far , you pulled at his pants , signaling him to take them off. “do-do you want me to take them off?” you nodded. “ok-okay.” he stood up , hands shaking as he unbuckled his jeans. “i can take off my skirt.” you reached for your waist, both of you moving with haste but uncertainty, undressing yourselves.

“can i be on top?” you suddenly asked. “it’s just that in the videos i watch , the girl is normally on too.” he could feel his cock twitching at the thought of you touching yourself to porn; how was it a stranger getting him like this. “su-sure.” he said , and he laid on his back , letting you climb on top of him. “is this okay?” he nodded , his hand coming up being your back to undo your bra. “you’re too good at that.” you giggled , his hips accidentally bucking up making you moan. “oh i liked that.”

so he did it again , and you moaned again. “jisung this isn’t enough.” you whined out. “i don’t think i have any condoms.” he said. “b-but i think i can pull out in time.” he quickly followed. “you sure?” he nodded. both of you were clearly thinking with you lower parts; lowering his underwear , cheeks flushed with red as his erected cock slapped against his stomach. your eyes widening. “what? what’s wrong?” he said nervously. “you’re kinda big , how am i supposed to fit that inside me?”

“oh um , maybe we can just try only try a little bit.” you nodded , grabbing his cock; feeling it in his heavy length in your hand. “i guess i just stroke it?” he nodded , moaning out as you slowly moved your hand. “is this okay?” he nodded. “i-i like it , bu-but can you speed up just a bit.” he bit down on his lip to contain his moans. “please don’t hide them , i like them.” you said, and he whined; he was about to cum. “wait fuck , wait let’s try and do it now i don’t think im gonna last if we keep this.”

you lifted yourself up a bit; hovering over his length. “yo-you can go slow.” he said , you slowly sunk down on him , letting his cock slowly filled you up; just as you suspected it hurt , but not as bad as you thought it would be. “fuck.” he sighed. “fuck that feels so good.” you fully sat down on him. “does it hurt?” you nodded. “a little bit , but it’s fine.” you said , slowly moving up and down on his cock. “you took it all , fuck your really small down there , i can barely move.” he cursed , both of you moaning out as you finally got your groove.

here you both were music from the outside and in the room fading into the background as you both got lost in each other; two strangers, all those nerves you had about losing your virginity gone as you rode jisung. jisung could hear haechan's voice in his head , it was annoying but he couldn’t wait to tell it to him. “wait wait fuck.” he grabbed your hips to stop you. “i’m not gonna last if you’re on top.” he said. “can i get on top?”

you both switch positions and he soon was on top of you; slowly pushing himself back inside you. “faster , i can take it.” he let out a whimper like moan as he felt you better , he was deeper inside you , his cock kissing your cervix over and over. “i think-i think im gonna cum.” you gasped out. “really?” he cursed. “me too.”

both of you now chasing your highs; his hips slapping against yours. “ji- oh my god.” your moans getting louder. “ugh fuck!” you scream as you reached your first ever orgasm outside of your fingers. “ah , fuck fuck fuck.” he moaned , he pulled out , ropes of his cum shooting from his cock on to your stomach. “shit i’m sorry i couldn’t help it.” he said breathlessly. “did you pull out in time?” you asked. “yea-yeah.” he said , you sighed. “shit let me get something to clean you up.”

your eyes look around the room as you wait for the boys return. “are you okay?” he asked. “you seem to be out of it.” his eyes widened. “are you regretting it? did i do something wrong?” he said. “no no you’re fine.” you said. “it’s just that , i didn’t care when i lost my virginity , but i didn’t think it would be today , let alone with you.” you chuckled to yourself as he handed you a rag. “is that a bad thing?” he said nervously. “no , for a virgin you knew what you were doing.” his face turned red. “th-thanks i guess.”

“so what now?” he asked. “do we just like go our separate ways and forget this happened i’m not sure how this works.” he said , both of you now clothed. “well i don’t know wh—” before you could say anything your phone was blowing up. “oh shit i have to go.” you said , looking around. “here’s my number , use it if you want.” you quickly wrote something down , running out of the room.

he walked over to the desk , picking up the piece of paper… he couldn’t read the last 4 numbers. he quickly opened the door trying to find you , but he was unsuccessful. “who are you looking for?” renjun came out of the bathroom. “oh no one.” he said. “well come on , walk with me to get another drink.” he silently nodded at the boy , following behind , hoping to find you down there.

unfortunately, you were already out the door , yuma had broken a heel trying to drag a drunk chenle out of the house. “i’m gonna kill him when he’s sober.” you and yunjin grabbed his legs. “i’m gonna kill him when we get into the car.” the three of you tossing him in the back seat. “i love you all.” he slurred. “friend group A for the win.” was the last thing he said , before closing his eyes. “friend group A.” yunjin who was in the front seat over it , waved him off. “it’s chenle who knows.”

all the way home , you kept checking your phone hoping he’d text you — but he never did , you sighed. “what’s wrong , you keep sighing at your phone.” yuna asked. “nothing , just thinking about the recovery tomorrow.” you said. “you’ll be fine.” you both looking at chenle. “him i’m not so sure.”

“yn!” chenle shouted from your bed. “yn!” you turned facing him. “will you go to bed.” you said , checking your phone again. “and don’t throw up in my bed or i’ll murder you.” he whined , murmuring under his breath. “my bestfriend hates me.” he said. “she cares about her stupid phone.” he passed back out on the bed. still no call from him. “guess he got scared.” you thought , sighing one last time before standing up , climbing into bed next to chenle. “see here i am.” you said. “good , your bed sucks.” you scoffed.

“i’m gonna wake you up in the morning by banging on two frying pans.”

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earlysunshines · 11 months ago

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asap baby

kim minji x fem!reader ; fluff

synopsis: hanni and danielle spent months getting you and minji together only to find out you haven't kissed once

warnings: sixth member reader ; they makeout i GUESS muahaha very small tho very short ; if you have a sweet tooth you'll love this one I hope ; loser gf minji I fear (my type) ; not proofread

a/n: LOSER GF!!! muahahahaha also i wrote this in one sitting what

not many things make kim minji weak in the knees, she’s very good at keeping her composure. however, as soon as you were put into her life, all of that was thrown out the window.

you’ve been minji’s member for over a year. you’ve also been dating kim minji, the prettiest most gorgeous girl you’ve ever met for nearly two months now–all thanks to hanni and danielle, your other fellow members.

as happy as they were to get you two together, it was almost dreadful to witness the two of you together. it wasn’t necessarily awkward, but time alone with minji was limited, and you two were stupidly shy and giddy when the girls were around you. the two of you still act like how you did while you were crushing on each other – before the confession – and it’s not entertaining.

you’re much more outgoing and open about your feelings, however, but you’re willing to be patient for minj–even if that means her taking forever to initiate things and show you just how in love she is other than using acts of service and gift giving.

it isn’t until hanni and danielle bug you to death on your whole relationship, itching for more out of the two of you.

–

hanni and danielle sit in front of you, petrified.

“you’re telling me, the most you’ve done is held hands with her and kiss her on the cheek?” danielle gasps, her brows creasing.

you shake your head, blushing. “okay, well, i’ve kissed her hand and forehead too–”

“bro, you haven’t kissed her? you’ve been dating for like, almost two months are you fucking kidding me?”

putting up your hands in defense, you begin, “hey! she’s… shy… i think about kissing her and shit like that all the time but… i just… you know.”

“oh y/n, you haven’t even tried to initiate it? i know her, she definitely wants to kiss you too.”

“well,” you start, crossing your arms. “kissing isn’t the most important part of a relationship. she makes sure i’m healthy and we sleep in the same bed and i like her and care for her and–”

“well yeah you’re right but we didn’t spend five months listening and watching you two drool over each other just for you to end up together and act like an awkward couple in the 90s!”

“hey! we’re not! stop that!” you roll your eyes, then flop onto your bed from where you sit. picking up your phone, you gaze at the picture of your girlfriend on your screen. “i just– we kind of agreed to take it slow.”

“take it slow my ass man.”

“well, everytime i’ve tried to initiate things more… you know, couple like… we always get interrupted! i mean i’ve tried to kiss her but i swear hyein and haerin have some superpower that lets them know when one of us tries to and they end up walking in and ugh!”

you weren’t lying, really. most attempts at trying to be affectionate and bolder were often interrupted.

after two weeks of going out with minji, spending nights together and cuddling as you talked about who knows what, you finally had the chance to be home alone. with everyone's schedules piled up, this rare moment of solitude was perfect.

minji had her arm around you as you both watched a movie, deciding to spend your last hour together curled up beside each other. your thumb gently grazed her hand repeatedly, making her smile and lean her head into you a bit more. it was calming, just being there beside her. the warmth of her presence was comforting, filling you with a sense of peace.

halfway into the movie, you turn to kiss her jawline. she tilts her head slightly, allowing you better access, her smile widening. the simple act feels intimate and precious, a quiet affirmation of the more romantic bond that took months of (mostly danielle and hanni’s) work to happen.

her skin is warm and soft against your lips, sending a flutter through your chest. you savor the moment, wishing it could last forever.

“that tickles, you know.”

“mm, but you’re so cute.”

“you’re so corny,” she says, blushing. she looks at you more closely, tilting her head. “is that my t-shirt?”

“too early to do that?”

minji shakes her head. “nah, you look cute.”

her lips turn up in a smile, and you mirror her. “now look who’s corny.”

“oh, shut up, you’re literally blushing.”

“that’s only because the girl in front of me looks so good right now.” you gently push her glasses up so they sit on the crown of her head. the movie in the background dissolves into white noise, and minji’s breath hitches. your eyes dart down to her lips, making you subtly bite the inside of your own. “so good, kim minji.”

she leans in closer, the warmth of her breath mingling with yours. the moment feels suspended in time, the anticipation building. you can see the sparkle in her eyes, feel the rapid beating of her heart through the closeness of your bodies. everything about her draws you in, making you smirk as your head tilts.

just as your lips are about to touch, you hear the door swing open and a pair of voices fill the air. you and minji quickly part, hearts racing. minji chokes on nothing, coughing as hyein walks into the living room and plops down on the couch between the two of you.

"hey, what's up?" hyein asks, oblivious to the moment she just interrupted. “what movie? no way you’re watching the mario movie without me!”

you exchange a quick, knowing glance with minji, both of you struggling to suppress smiles and calm your racing hearts.

“sorry…” you mumble, turning to hyein and giving her an apologetic smile. “you’ve already watched this movie like three times!”

“still! i can’t believe you left me out…”

minji scoffs playfully, smiling at the two of you. she raises her brows at the youngest member. “you literally had a shoot, it’s not like we can facetime you in the middle of it.”

if that were even possible, hyein would’ve had to witness everything that had happened before. you and minji preferred things to be less… out there. besides, hyein didn’t even know the two of you were more than just members that had gotten super close.

“hey, let’s watch it the next time we’re both free then!” you offer.

“yes for sure! anyway, i’m going to go change”

hyein walks off, leaving you and minji a space away from each other. minji stands up and puts her hand out, you grab it with a teasing smile. your girlfriend rolls her eyes at you and starts to lead you to the room you two share.

the two of you don’t really speak on the incident.

–

it takes a bit of time, a few weeks after the first incident to be exact, before you get the confidence to try again.

the rest of the members and your performance manager have gathered outside to recharge and grab water, leaving the two of you alone. minji sits next to you on the floor of the practice room against the mirror, both of you sweaty from practice.

minji is on her phone, her breath still a bit heavy from the past thirty minutes of repeating and repeating several moves until they were perfect. your eyes soften at the sight of her, knowing how hard-working and passionate she is about being an idol. she's been your main motivation ever since you both were trainees, and the way she caught your eye was also a factor.

you admire her dedication, the way she pours her heart into every dance move and every note she sings. the sweat on her forehead and the tired yet determined look in her eyes only make her more endearing to you. the room is quiet except for your breathing, the air thick with the lingering energy of your intense practice.

gathering your courage, you inch a little closer to her. your heart races, but the desire to share a tender moment with her pushes you forward. you reach out and push away some of the hair framing her face, which makes her turn over to look at you. her eyes smile before her lips do, making you fold.

“tired?” you ask.

“very.” minji admits, putting her phone down and giving you all of her attention. “you’re sweating a lot, you must be too?”

“it’s whatever.” you sigh, leaning against the mirror. you stare at your girlfriend, her eyes drill right back into yours before a smirk plays on her lips.

“you like what you see?”

“my sweaty girlfriend?” you chuckle and push her arm, then bite your lip not-so-subtly. “for sure.”

minji smiles, gums showing a bit. she places her hand on your knee, letting her fingers run up and down your skin. “you’re a tease.”

“kim minji, you look so kissable right now.” the words flow out of your mouth, pausing minji in her place.

she clenches her jaw before scooting closer to you, her hand moving from your knee to your arm and under the short sleeve covering your bicep. her touch is warm, sending a shiver up your spine.

without saying a word, she leans in, her eyes locking onto yours. the moment hangs in the air, charged with anticipation.

“yeah? what are you going to do about it l/n y/n?”

you scoff lightheartedly before leaning closer, time seems to slow down as you move your hand to caress her jawline softly. “wouldn’t you like to know.” you whisper just centimeters away from her lips.

both of your eyes close and just as you begin to close the distance, a group of girls bursts into the room.

you and minji part suddenly, pushing each other away as your cheeks turn crimson. the interruption is jarring, and you can feel the heat rising to your face, matching the flush on minji’s cheeks. the lively chatter and laughter of the group fill the room, making it impossible to continue the moment. you exchange a quick, embarrassed glance with minji, both of you silently lamenting the lost opportunity.

haerin stares at the two of you on the floor as if a meteor had just landed between you, causing both of you to jump apart. there’s now three feet of awkward space between the two of you, and haerin simply tilts her head.

“minji, y/n, you didn’t get water?” haerin asks, her voice tinged with curiosity.

“not... um, thirsty,” you manage to say, feeling the heat of embarrassment still lingering. minji nods in agreement, her gaze darting away briefly.

haerin’s expression remains unreadable as she continues to observe the two of you, her silence adding to the awkwardness that hangs in the air.

your girlfriend jumps up with energy, clapping her hands and beaming, “alright! let’s continue!” which makes you chuckle. minji looks back at you and you mouth, good save, before sticking your tongue out at her.

–

“i told you we almost kissed! we just... every time i want to and we get close, it gets ruined.”

danielle frowns sympathetically, feeling bad after hearing your frustration. hanni shakes her head, then crosses her arms and nudges danielle closer to her.

“dude, just kiss her,” hanni sighs, then turns to danielle, who looks utterly confused. “like this.”

“woah, wait–”

hanni smiles mischievously at you, then fixes danielle with a serious gaze. “just put your hand on her shoulder like this—” she squeezes danielle's deltoid, making her gasp in surprise. “—then look her in the eye.” they lock eyes, and danielle can’t help but smirk at the absurdity of the situation, struggling to keep a straight face. you chuckle, thoroughly amused by their impromptu demonstration.

“then say whatever lovey-dovey shit and lean in, mmm~” hanni hums playfully, puckering her lips for effect.

danielle smirks back, leaning in slightly and catching hanni off guard. hanni jumps back dramatically, looking at danielle with mock horror as danielle bursts into laughter. you join in, unable to contain your amusement at the whole scene unfolding before you.

“oh, come on, hanni pham~ we have to give her a demonstration!”

“gross!” hanni sticks her tongue out at dani, who’s laughing louder now. “i didn’t think you’d actually play along!”

“don’t be shy!”

“i hate you.”

you smile at the two, rolling your eyes playfully before leaning back and hugging your pillow again.

the thought of minji, right before she’s about to kiss you, fills your mind with warmth. memories of those moments flash before you, making you smile. her lips look soft, and you've imagined how they would feel against yours countless times. they must be heaven, and you can't wait to experience it for real. you don’t want this to just be a daydream you have everyday anymore.

kissing minji is something special, something that has to be perfect. you want it to be a moment you both cherish, not hurried or awkward like hanni's demonstration. you want to approach her with tenderness and sincerity, making sure every detail is just right. it's a moment you've been waiting for, and you want to make it unforgettable for both of you.

“ugh, this is so frustrating.” you sigh, collapsing onto hanni’s thigh.”

danielle thinks to herself, then lights up. “wait, you’ve always been the one to start it, right?”

“i guess?”

“just find a way for minji to do it instead then.”

“and how will i do that?”

"just use your ways, i don't want to think about how i'd get minji to kiss me. that's gross…" hanni interjects, prompting you to push her head lightly.

"okay, minji is not gross, and she’s my lovely girlfriend that i want to kiss very much, thank you." you defend minji with a playful smile, while hanni pretends to gag, earning chuckles from you and danielle.

you start to ponder danielle’s suggestion seriously. how could you make a move on minji? she’s confident on camera when it comes to variety shows, livestreams, or anything of that sort, even playing along with fangirls’ comments. but she’s completely different when it comes to you, her girlfriend, and always reserved when it comes to initiating intimacy. she's comfortable with cuddles and the occasional kiss on the cheek, but you want more.

as you think about it, a plan starts to form in your mind. you recall how she responds to your touch, the way her eyes soften when you compliment her, and how she leans into your affection–but this is all behind closed doors

every nuance of minji's personality and her vulnerabilities flood your mind, and they all seem to revolve around your relationship. you muse over the idea of teasing her playfully to elicit a more spontaneous reaction—like kissing you.

as you think about the dynamics between you, a plan starts to take shape in your mind.

–

the notification on your phone alerts you that minji is live, and since you're done with everything you need to do and nearby, you might as well surprise her.

you stare at the screen for a moment, admiring your girlfriend. she's wearing the leather jacket you bought her before you started dating, a white t-shirt underneath, a cap perched on her head, and the glasses that always make her look even cuter.

"ugh, you're going to be the death of me," you mutter quietly to yourself as you gaze at her image. gathering your courage, you knock on the door to the room she's in. you watch as she jumps in her seat, clearly startled by the sudden interruption.

"hello? who is it?" minji calls out, her voice tinged with curiosity. "hanni, is that you?"

you chuckle softly, turning off your phone and deciding to play along. slowly, you open the door just a crack, peering in with only the top half of your head visible. minji's eyes widen in surprise, and a bright smile instantly lights up her face, showing her gums and top teeth.

“y/n!” minji rolls her chair to the door and opens it fully, grabbing your hand as you step inside. “what are you doing here?”

“i got a notification from phoning and wanted to see you.” you grin, knowing her cheeks are warming up since the live is still going. “i have squid crackers.”

minji pulls a chair beside the two of you and pats it down so you can sit. “yum, let’s eat!”

“okay, okay.”

the live continues on with the two of you bickering over small things, arguing over vegetables and you trying to convince her that they won’t kill her. the comments roll quickly, something tells you that most of the live will be clipped and shared online, not that you mind.

nearing the end of the livestream, you and minji sit close together, your arms brushing against each other as you read through the comments. the phone sits on the desk in front of you, capturing your interactions with your fans.

underneath the desk, where the phone is positioned, minji taps your knee. you subtly glance down and see her hand open, silently motioning for you to hold it. a smile spreads across your face as you turn towards her, interlocking your fingers with hers. you exchange a brief, affectionate look before turning back to the camera, continuing to hold hands as you engage with the comments and wrap up the livestream.

you move your head closer to the screen to glimpse at a few comments, most of them complimenting minji with her glasses on and tousled hair. your lips turn up and you agree, “yeah, the comments are right.”

“what do they say?”

“that you look…” you read a certain comment that makes your nose scrunch as you laugh. “they're saying you look… scrumptious?”

minji chuckles, shaking her head. “strange.”

you lean back in your chair and keep your eyes focused on minji, the whole time as she reads through more comments, eyeing her like a meal. yeah, the comments have a point.

your girlfriend tries to maintain composure as she notices you eyeing her up and down, your tongue poking the inside of your cheek in a playful manner. she turns to meet your gaze, and all you do is smirk at her, glancing down at her lips for a fleeting moment before locking eyes with her again.

kim minji can stay sane for the cameras, she has to.

even when you look at her like that, and in her hoodie.

“minji please be my girlfriend…” minji reads out quietly, making you sit up and move to look at the screen yourself.

“absolutely not.” you retort, bringing minji in closer by the arm. “she’s off limits.”

minji looks at you, trying her absolute best to keep her cool and playing off her nerves with a laugh. “says who?”

“me.” you mumble, turning to face her.

the livestream captures the entire scene: you grinning mischievously at minji, playfully holding onto her arm, clearly enjoying teasing her. she visibly folds a bit internally, swallowing lightly as she glances over at the rapidly scrolling chat. sensing the attention, minji gently unlinks your arms and ruffles your hair, pushing your chair back with a playful eye-roll as a blush spreads across her cheeks.

"okay, that's enough from you, y/n," minji sighs, feigning exasperation but unable to hide her smile. she addresses the screen, her voice warm despite her playful annoyance. "bye bye everyone, stay safe and see you next time!" with that, she ends the livestream as fast as she can, placing the phone down on the table.

as the screen goes dark, you exchange a knowing look with minji, both of you aware of how bold you were.

minji pulls your chair toward her, stopping you in your place right when your faces are a hand’s length apart.

“what was that y/n?” she questions you, narrowing her eyes.

you giggle. “what do you mean?”

“you know what i– ugh, we’re going to be clipped and posted and–”

“and you’ll be watching over it all?”

minji gazes at you in disbelief, her breath catching slightly as she meets your gaze. you return her look, peering at her through lowered eyelashes, a subtle smile playing on your lips. the air between you two is thick with tension, the intensity of the moment palpable.

you begin to stand up, stretching your arms out as you make your way towards the door. however, before you can take another step, your wrist is gently but firmly pulled back. you turn around, surprised, to see minji still seated in her chair, her eyes fixed you, her pupils dilated.

her cap and glasses are taken off before she stands up and meets your level, her hand travels to your waist.

“was this on purpose?”

“what was?”

"don't make me work for it," minji warns softly, her head tilting ever so slightly to the side. her eyes linger on yours for a moment before trailing down to your lips. you feel a rush of anticipation as you lick them, waiting eagerly to see what she’s planning to do next.

“someone is eager, huh?”

“shut up.” is the last thing minji says before her lips meet yours, finally.

her other hand is on the base of your neck, lightly adding pressure as she kisses you. her lips are as soft as they look, and they feel even better against your lips than anywhere else.

both of you pull away, then minji looks at you hesitantly. “is this okay?”

“fucking finally,” you sigh right before cupping both her cheeks and kissing her again.

minji's grip on you tightens, her touch indicating the need to hold onto you as the intensity of the moment deepens. the scent of peach and jasmine surrounds you, adding to the dreamlike atmosphere. your lips feel like a wish that no genie could ever grant, so hazy and perfect in this moment. as you slide your hands into her hair, the moment feels surreal, as if you're both caught up in a beautiful dream.

she shifts the two of you over towards the small couch in the corner, settling you down and hovering over you. she catches you smiling at her as your thumbs rub her cheeks lightly.

“you’re so cute minji.”

“stop that.”

“are you flustered? aw look at you–” she cuts your teasing off with a kiss, both of you smiling into it. you want this to last forever, just you and minji together, kissing, her lips on yours, hand in your hair and the other trailing down your torso – just the two of you in the moment and nothing else.

your desire is rejected when you hear a squeal, making minji fumble and fall on top of you, her face meeting the base of your neck.

“minji? y/n? what–”

hyein.

your girlfriend gets up, crawling away from you, her face beet red and visibly flustered. she meets the youngest member with a complete lack of composure, while you sit up and watch everything unfold.

“w-why didn’t you knock?” minji scolds her, immediately looking away from hyein because she cannot look her in the eye after she had walked in on both of you.

“are you two together? how long has this been going on? oh my god… why did no one tell me?”

“hyein, listen.”

“i knew something was up.” she facepalms, then looks at you. “sleeping in the same room… being alone together so much– i just though you guys were really close until i caught minji kissing your hand.”

your eyes widen. “what? when?”

“you guys were in the kitchen together cooking and ugh it all adds up…”

minji looks at you and silently pleads for help, prompting you to get up and stand next to your lover. hyein looks at the two of you expectantly, raising her brows as you two shrink under her.

“can we please talk about this with everyone else? they can help sort this out.” you suggest, which only feeds the flame (lee hyein).

“everyone else but me knew this?” she says in shock, then pouts at the two of you. “c’mon! why did you keep the juiciest stuff away from me!”

“because! you’re young! and besides, haerin doesn’t know either.” you desperately try to defend yourself, but none of your words get through her head – or maybe they do and she’s too shaken up to process it.

you and minji look at each other, blushes taking over your faces like a tsunami.

a small breath leaves your lips; hyein had caught you making out with your girlfriend and now you both have to sit her down and give her a little talk as if you were two parents.

but at least you got to kiss your girlfriend after what had felt like forever, so maybe it was worth it in the end.

(plus, that look on minji’s face – yeah, maybe it was slightly worth it even if the kisses got cut short.)

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number1jeonginstan · 1 year ago

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A/N: Based on this ask right here! Please send feedback because I love to hear it! Also, this was such a cute write, but you know I gotta add my own twist (hehehe)

WC: 1.8k (kinda quick)

Pairing: Bf!Chan x Virgin afab!Reader

Wairing: Fluff and Smut! Loss of virginity, the reader is kinda scared of dicks (that's what was asked in the ask!), pet names (baby and sweetheart), unprotected sex (it's me and Chan, come on), cumming inside, f! fingering, idk what else

“It’s just weird to think about” you sighed, trying to explain your logic behind not wanting to have sex. Scratch that, you want to have sex with Chan, he’s been teasing you for weeks and your fingers haven’t been helping.

Even at the beginning of your relationship, you explained to Chris that you had never had sex, and he understood, telling you it was perfectly fine, but you didn’t tell him the reason why until a few minutes ago.

“I don’t think it’s that weird, it’s a reproductive organ that all men were born with” he chuckled, watching your face of disgust.

“Exactly, men were born with. I’m not a man, so I can live my whole life without seeing one” you emphasized as he came closer to you, nibbling on your ear. “You really can live your whole life without me inside of you baby?”

You whimpered at the thought, knowing that the last time you even looked at a cock, you were disgusted and genuinely petrified at the thought of touching it. “Maybe we can try?” you shrugged, looking up at him.

He almost groaned at the sight of your doe eyes pleading at him to give your cunt some sort of stimulation. You finally came clean about the reason you were so scared to have sex with him, even after watching you rub your thighs together in attempts to give yourself even a sliver of stimulation whenever he kissed you, he never wanted to pressure you.

“Are you sure baby? We will take this nice and slow, we can turn off the lights too, would you like that?” You simply shook your head at that, thankful you had someone who truly cared about you.

He got up from his bed, turning off his lights, and the dimness of his LED lights, the only thing covering his room being a purple hue, allowing you to see the outline of his face.

“Is that good baby?”

“Yes,” you replied, your voice surrounding him. He slowly shifted you, placing your covered cunt against his thigh, flexing it slightly as he dragged you against it. “Feels good baby?” he asked, kissing your neck as you moaned.

“Feels so good” you whimpered as you continued to rut against his thigh, feeling yourself getting wetter. “Good girl” he chuckled as he flipped the two of you over, your back hitting the bed underneath you, head hitting the pillows.

“Chan?” you whispered, confused by what his next step was going to be. “Baby, you don’t think you would be able to take my cock without any prep?”

He slowly pulled down your sleeping shorts and underwear, basking at the sight of your cunt.

“What a sweet-looking pussy” he moaned at the outline, the light not being bright enough to make it out fully.

When you did feel confident in seeing him fuck you, he would ravish your cunt, eating it like his last meal. For now, though, he was going to get you ready for his cock, slowly dragging his fingers against your slit.

“Fuck Channie” you moaned, feeling his cold fingers running against your hot cunt, your mind slowly floating a bit away as you felt him put his first finger into your sopping hole, causing you to moan as your cunt clenched around it.

“Fuck baby, you need to stop clenching around one measly finger. How am I going to get you to take my cock if you can’t even take a finger?”

“Can take it Channie, please need more”

“Aww, baby look at you acting like such a good girl for me. If you want another finger, I can add another one just for you. You just gotta relax for me baby, can you do that?”

You just nodded, trying to release a little bit, allowing him to slowly add another one inside of you. “There we go, look at you being such a good girl” he said, kissing the top of your forehead as he began to slowly scissor the fingers inside of you.

“Fuck” you moaned at the sensation of his fingers inside of you. He was awe at the sight of you, you were taking his fingers so well, moaning at the feeling of him hitting your g-spot with his fingers.

He knew you needed another source of stimulation, you needed to cum, and he wanted to make you. He slowly dragged his thumb against your clit, causing you to arch your back slightly, your head still pressed against the pillows.

“Good girl, there we go” he kissed your lips before slowly pulling his fingers out of you, licking them. You watched in awe as he pulled them out, “taste so sweet for me baby” he groaned at your taste.

“Now baby, are you sure that you want my cock? I’m fine with us stopping here, but I’m going to need a cold shower”

“I’m sure” you said more affirmatively, “I want you to fuck me”

He groaned at that, slowly getting off the bed to get a condom. “Stop where are you going?” you asked a bit confused. “I’m just getting a condom baby, calm down”

“Please don’t” you whined, you wanted to feel him fully your first time, not wanting anything in the way. “Baby, are you sure? I know you are on birth control, but I want to make sure you are comfortable, we can use a condom”

“No Channie, wanna feel you fully, wanna feel all of you” you whined, grabbing his hand and pulling him back to your bed.

“Fuck” he whisperedd to himself as he pulled his shorts down his legs, throwing them god knows where, the same with his shirt. He couldn’t believe he was going to fuck your pretty little pussy, not to mention raw.

“Wanna help” you whimpered, supporting yourself on your elbows as you took his cock in your hands, a bit perplexed on how warm it was, but you ran your hand up and down it. You noticed how Chan threw his head back, a moan leaving his lips along with your name.

“Fuck sweetheart, if you keep going like that, I’m going to cum”

“What if that’s what I want you to do?” you giggled, watching his pupils dilate under the purple hue. “Baby, you should be glad it’s your first time, or else I would have fucked you for acting like a brat”

You hummed at his tone as he took his cock back in his hands. “You sure baby?” he asked one more time, waiting for you to say yes. As soon as you did, he ran the tip of his cock along your wet slit, causing the two of you to groan simultaneously.

“I’m gonna put it in now”

“Please do Channie”

He slowly started off with just the tip of his cock inside of you, your walls hugging him in so tight that he slowly began to push more inside of you.

It didn’t feel uncomfortable, just a bit foreign. You had never had anything as big as Chan inside of you before, so it was a new experience, but something you could see yourself getting used to and loving.

Chan could see you in your own head so he slowed down. “Is it too much baby, I can slow down”

“No, please don’t, feels so good” you whimpered as he slowly continued his almost snail like pace, pushing his cock inside of you. Chan knew he was big and didn’t want to hurt you to chase his own high. He wanted to make sure it was perfect for you, even if he had to go at such a slow pace.

It took a couple minutes for him to fully situate himself into your cunt, the tip so far deep that he could see your face contort in pleasure.

He let himself stay there, too scared to move, that was until you whined underneath him, begging to feel him move his big cock. “Fuck baby, you don’t know what you do to me” he whined as he slowly took his cock out of you before thrusting it inside of you.

He felt so good inside of you, but you needed more, needed him to go faster. “Please Chris, need more please go faster”

How could he disagree when you looked up at him with your watery doe eyes.

He began to thrust into you faster, causing you to whimper, his cock feeling hot inside of you, hitting your cervix with every thrust. “Fuck baby, this pussy is so tight, can’t wait to fuck it all the time”

“Yes Channie, want you to fuck me whenever you want. Feels so good, so fucking good”

“Yeah baby, you loving my cock inside of you, want me to cum inside too?”

“Yes please please please” you pleaded, wrapping your legs around his torso, causing him to quicken his pace as he placed one hand over your clit, rubbing it in tandem to his thrusts.

“Yeah baby, fuck, can feel you clenching around my cock. I know you are close, why don’t you come for me baby, please cum for me” he whined, kissing your neck, leaving marks all over it. He needed to feel you cum on his cock, needed to make you feel good.

“Fuck Channie, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum” your walls clenched around him as a white ring was visible around the base of his cock, causing you to moan at the sight.

“Fuck gonna cum, are you gonna let me cum in this perfect little cunt of yours?”

“Yes, please cum in me” you whimpered, your entire body feeling overstimulated at his cock continuing to plow inside of you, him chasing his own high.

With a few more thrusts, he came inside, his head tossed back, allowing you to see his adam’s apple bobbing at the feeling of your cunt sucking in his cum.

He slowly pulled out, watching his cum and your own mix, slowly falling out of you.

“Wait here baby, let me clean you up” he quickly pecked your lips before running to the bathroom to get a warm wash cloth, running it down your legs before handing you a glass of water from his side table.

“Let’s go to the bathroom, I already started a bathe for you” he kissed your lips after seeing your tired nod, picking you up bridal style before placing you into his bath tub, him entering right behind you, allowing you to rest your back on his chest.

“How was it baby?” he asked, kissing your shoulder before hugging you.

“Amazing Channie” you giggled before slowly closing your eyes, surrounding yourself with him.

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cookiescribble · 9 months ago

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Choose Me, Love Me

A/N: oops got a little more angsty than usual 😬 i had this in my head for a while and finally was able to write it, so I hope it came out well! (also I have no idea how guns work but i’m just going to pretend that i do for the sake of the plot 😅) - mod angel

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your temper runs high after a miscommunication during a case, making you feel like your relationship is in trouble. (based on 1x18)

CW: angst (that gets resolved), anxiety, jealousy.

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It had been a long day.

You came to check on Spencer when you had a lull in your schedule, since you knew he was the only one in charge of watching the victim. You figured he might be having a hard time with babysitting duty.

Instead, you came in to find the house completely empty. This immediately gave you an uneasy feeling, so you took out your gun as a precaution. It was currently loaded with blanks, since you didn’t want to shoot the victim as a knee-jerk reaction if you were surprised.

You cautiously walked through the house, a feeling of dread creeping through you. Eventually, you found the backyard doors wide open, and you approached them tentatively. You saw movement in the pool, but you didn’t have time to feel relieved that everyone was alive and safe.

You saw Spencer, in the pool, being pulled in by his tie, looking like he was about to kiss the woman he was in charge of protecting.

You felt a surge of emotions so intense you couldn’t even identify all of them; anger? Jealousy? Resentment? Anguish? Heartache? Whatever you were feeling, it wasn’t good.

You couldn’t even rationalize yourself before acting; it was almost as if your body was moving on its own, since your mind was overloaded with emotions. Suddenly you were pulling out your gun, shooting a blank right at the edge of the pool, away from the both of them but close enough to make them jump.

They practically jumped out of their skin in fright, probably thinking the unsub had come while they weren’t paying attention. They turned to look at you, your gun still pointed at the pool. A mix of confusion and annoyance was on the girl’s face, but Spencer looked practically petrified, his eyes wide and remorseful.

You looked at both of them before you spoke, spitting out venom with each word because of how angry you were at that moment. “You’re lucky the unsub isn’t here. You would both be dead before you could even react.” With that, you just turned to walk away, striding back into the house.

You heard Spencer calling your name, his voice strained and emotional. You didn’t turn back to look at him. You couldn’t. You had to hold your breath to stop yourself from sobbing.

You heard Derek and Elle approaching from outside the yard, saying something about finding paparazzi taking pictures in the bushes. You heard their voices quickly getting quieter and quieter as you were angrily striding away, but you could still hear their confusion.

“What’s wrong with her?” You heard Elle ask. “What the hell did you do? She’s pissed.”

You heard footsteps starting to follow you before they were cut off, and you could picture Derek putting a hand on Spencer’s chest when he said. “Kid, I know you don’t know women that well, so let me tell you: do not follow her right now.”

“But-“ Spencer’s voice came out shaky, agonized. “I have to talk to her-“

“No, you don’t,” Derek cut him off. “Not right now. You’re only going to make things worse. You can’t rationalize your way through that kind of anger.”

You guessed his words got through to Spencer, since you didn’t hear anyone following you after that.

You strode through the house until you reached the car you drove here in, getting in the driver’s seat and slamming the door behind you. You ran a shaky hand through your hair, trying to calm yourself before hitting your hands once against the steering wheel. You put your head in your hands, biting your tongue to keep yourself from yelling. You couldn’t even cry; all your thoughts were jumbled in your head, your heart thrumming so hard in your chest you thought it was going to burst out of it.

You sat in that purgatory of emotions, sometimes letting out tearless sobs, wanting to scream but having the slightest self control and just containing the sound to sobs. After what felt like a very long time, you heard your cell phone go off, indicating you have a text. You pulled it out of your pocket and looked at the screen:

HOTCH: Come to the station. Now.

You huffed, throwing your phone in the passenger seat before starting the car. I guess word got back to Hotch already, you thought.

You tried to compose yourself on the drive back to the station, attempting to figure out some kind of excuse for why you shouldn’t be fired. Hopefully you didn’t have to resort to begging.

You walked through the station, trying to keep an even pace and a level head. But every time you remembered what you saw, you were filled with anger all over again. By the time you got to the door, your emotions were at a loud simmer.

Hotch was sitting at a table in a closed off room, looking up at you as you walked in, his face as stoic as always. He gestured to a chair across the table from him. “Sit.”

You closed the door behind you, swallowing and taking a deep breath. This felt like being called into the principal’s office and being grounded by your parents at the same time.

You took your seat across from Hotch, crossing your legs, trying to compose yourself as he spoke directly. “Care to explain yourself?”

You gritted your teeth as you remembered what happened, the anger making your blood boil all over again. “I went to check out the situation. They were being careless, so I wanted to show them that they needed to be more careful.” You tried your best to keep your voice level, but there was still a hint of animosity.

“They were being careless?” He raised an eyebrow at you, his voice stern. “You don’t think firing a gun that close to an agent and a victim is just as, if not more, careless?”

You flared your nostrils, angry and ashamed all at once. “I fired a blank-“

“And that’s the only reason why you’re not fired right now,” he cut you off. “I should be writing a termination letter right now, and I would be if there were real bullets in that gun.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “They were out in the open while the unsub, who I don’t think I have to mention has been shooting people in the head, was out looking for the victim. I was trying to protect them.”

He looked at you the whole time you spoke, boring holes into your face. You didn’t even think he blinked this whole time.

His voice was still stern, but it was now a bit quieter. “Really? Are you sure this is about the safety of the victim, and not your personal relationship?”

You let out a frustrated breath, pinching the bridge of your nose. The team had recently found out about your relationship with Spencer, so there was no avoiding this question. “No,” you lied. “It’s not personal. All professional.” There was no point in lying; he’d be able to see right through you. But you couldn’t admit to your boss that you were tempted to shoot a victim because she put her hands on your boyfriend.

Hotch’s expression never changed, but you could tell he didn’t believe you. “I don’t want you out in the field for the rest of this case.” He held out his hand, and he didn’t have to say anything for you to know he was asking you to give him your gun.

You reached for your holster and placed the gun in his hand, more forcefully than you should’ve. “Can I go now?”

He started to stand up, but spoke sternly before he did. “This is a job that cannot let actions be clouded by personal feelings. Your judgment needs to be impartial and professional, and not dictated by emotions. Do I make myself clear?”

You nodded curtly, letting out a deep breath before replying, “Crystal.”

He nodded back at you, standing up and motioning towards the door. “We’ll talk more about this later.”

You walked out the door, rubbing your face with your hands, the stress from the day making your whole body tense.

You started to walk towards the exit when you heard a voice addressing you. “So, how screwed are you?”

You looked over to see Elle, who probably eavesdropped on most, if not all, of the conversation. You sighed, shaking your head. “Well, I still have a job. That’s about the only good thing that has happened today.”

She leaned on the wall, crossing her arms. “Why’d you do that? What happened?”

You buried your face in your hand, feeling the surge of anger again. You didn’t even try to hide it this time. “I went to the house because I figured Spence could use some help, or at least some company. But when I got there, that… that…” You bit your tongue, stopping yourself from calling her every bad name you could think of. “She was all over him, and if I didn’t do something she would’ve kissed him.” You sucked in a breath, feeling like tears were going to start coming if you didn’t hold your breath.

She nodded, waiting for you to finish before speaking. “And? Would it really be the end of the world if that happened? Just a little kiss?”

You crossed your arms, your nails digging into your skin. “I just… I couldn’t let it happen. She’s this gorgeous Hollywood model, actress, whatever. If she’s interested in him, why would he want to be with me?” A sob escaped your lips involuntarily as you admit what’s been in the back of your head this whole time. “And I really don’t want that to happen, because… I love him.”

“Have you told him that?” She asked, her voice light but serious.

You paused before shaking your head. Your relationship with Spencer was still relatively new, and you hadn’t exchanged “I love you”s yet, even though you felt it every time you looked at him

“I think it’s time you do, then,” she replied. “If it’s this important to you.”

You just nodded, knowing she was right. You wanted to tell him for a while now, but you were scared. Scared of your own feelings, of his potential reaction… everything. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. “I… have to go back to the hotel. I’m gonna take some time alone to think.”

She waved you off, nodding, and you finally walked back to your car, knowing you needed to sort this all out in your head.

…

You were lying down on the hotel bed, alone with your thoughts all day, and you hadn’t heard anything about the case from anybody. You hadn’t even realized how late it had gotten when you heard a soft, familiar knock on the door.

You held your breath, hoping that he would go away if you didn’t answer. You sat in darkness for a while, ignoring when he asked to come in. Finally, you heard a click in the door and you cursed silently, forgetting you had given Spencer a key to your room when you got here.

You couldn’t look at him, opting instead to look at the wall opposite him. His footsteps were slow and careful, as if he were approaching a rabid animal. “… Please,” he started, his voice quiet and meek. “Just let me explain what happened today.”

You crossed your arms, still looking away from him. You knew he was making those big, pleading eyes at you, and you wouldn’t be able to handle seeing that right now. You kept silent, but you didn’t make him leave.

He saw that as a good sign, and approached you, sitting at the edge of the other side of the bed. “Listen, nothing happened between us.” He spoke quietly, his voice level but sincere. “I didn’t know what was happening. I was panicking, trying to think of how to politely turn her down, but everything was happening so fast and I…” He trailed off, taking a deep breath. “… I messed up. I admit that. But I didn’t mean to.”

You listened to his voice, which somehow still sounded like music to your ears even though his words were filled with remorse. You just stayed still, taking everything in, not trusting yourself enough to try to respond.

He tried to move into your line of sight, standing in front of you, but you kept your head down.

“… I’m sorry,” he said finally. “I’m so sorry. You have every right to be angry with me, just…” His tone was so dejected, and you could tell he was truly pouring his heart out. “… Please, look at me.”

You took a deep breath, slowly picking your head up and meeting his eyes. He was making the exact face you expected, his big, sad eyes silently begging you to say something.

You tried to search for any words to say, but they all got caught in your throat. Your lip started to quiver as a tear finally fell from your eye. You squeezed your eyes shut, taking a shuddering breath. “I…” you started, shaking your head as if that would put all your thoughts in order. “I don’t…”

You opened your eyes to look at him again, and you could feel all your anger crumbling, disappearing all at once. Which only made it feel worse. His somber eyes made your heart ache, and you just couldn’t be the cause of them anymore. After a pause, you patted the seat next to you, and he moved to you immediately, like a puppy commanded to sit.

You took a deep breath, looking down. “… I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did, obviously. I was way over the line.” You wrung your hands together, staring at them as if they were the most interesting scenery right now. “I just, seeing you with her… I felt like all my fears were coming true. That you wanted someone else… someone better than me.” Tears started rolling down your cheeks now. “I know I’m not as pretty as her, and I thought, why would you ever want me if someone like that is within reach?” You rubbed your eyes, shaking your head. “I never thought I could feel jealousy like that, but… every bad thought I’ve ever had about myself came rushing through my head, and I thought for sure I was going to lose you.” You swallowed hard, finally looking at him again, letting the words roll off your tongue before you could take them back. “And I couldn’t bear it, because… I love you.”

You could hear his breath hitch, bracing yourself. For what? Something bad? Something good?

He looked straight into your eyes, his hand tilting your chin up towards him. “I love you too,” he spoke, as if he’d never been more sure of anything in his life. “And I would never replace you with anyone. You’ll never need to be jealous. I barely even gave her a second glance, and I only did because I had to protect her. It’s my job.” He wiped a tear off your cheek, his touch gentle and slow. “If I thought she was going to come onto me, I would’ve asked somebody else to go to the house.”

You could finally breathe again, the tears in your eyes now happy ones after hearing his words, a confession of love. You threw your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, and he pressed his cheek to the top of your head. “I love you,” he repeated, his voice radiating such warmth and affection.

“I love you,” you said again, as if testing the sound it made, like tuning an instrument. It sounded better each time you said it.

You just sat there in each others’ arms for a while, neither of you speaking a word, just letting the feelings sink in. After a while, once all the tension faded, you both pulled back, looking at each other and smiling.

After another few moments, you spoke lightheartedly. “I’m really glad you feel the same way, because I definitely almost got fired over this.”

He laughed softly, slight concern in his eyes. “But you didn’t, right? I still get to see you at work every day?”

“We’ll see,” you responded. “Hotch said we have to talk again, so… I’m not out of the woods yet.”

He hugged you to his chest, a hand running through your hair. “I can vouch for you. Maybe it’ll help.”

You smiled at the affectionate touch, leaning into it. “How about you talk to him, and I just skip it altogether?”

He shook his head, a playful smile on his face. “I love you, but I can’t perform miracles.”

You stayed together the rest of the night, even sleeping in the same room even though you never did that when you were out on a case. It was like you didn’t want to be apart now that you both understood your feelings better. You felt like you could get through anything together now.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #fanfiction #mod angel

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johns-walker · 20 days ago

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birds of a feather

mari ibarra/f!reader

mari comforts you when she finds you sitting up at night, terrified of the idea of ever losing her.

who else up coping?

The cold air had a way of seeping into your bones each and every night, despite the fact that you had grown accustomed to sleeping in these conditions weeks ago. Some nights, you found yourself lingering by the fireplace in the hopes that it would keep you just a bit warmer, while others you decided to sleep closer to Mari, your closest friend and the person who you loved more than anything else.

Tonight was no different in regard to the weather, but the feeling deep in your gut was nothing more than a black hole, begging to consume you with grief and guilt. Each and every moment, you felt the need to remind yourself that what had happened to Javi today was done for the purpose of survival. Someone needed to die because everyone needed to eat in order to survive. It was just as clear to you as it was to everyone else, but it wasn’t the only thing eating away at you.

Everyone had drawn cards, and you had never felt as petrified as you did while you waited for Mari to reveal what she had gotten. It wasn’t just that she was your best friend, that you loved her. It was how you loved her that made it more difficult for you, and the fact that she didn’t know. She knew that you cared about her, obviously. She knew that you considered her your closest friend, that you would stick by her side no matter what happened. But she didn’t know what your feelings went deeper than that, and in that moment, you weren’t just terrified to lose her - but terrified that you would never get a chance to tell her.

But the cards chose Natalie, and the frozen over lake decided to crack underneath Javi with nobody deciding to save him. In all of that grief, that guilt of seeing a child die and doing nothing to stop it, you knew that the guilt of not just telling Mari the truth was one of the things causing you strife. You should have told her hours ago, but that fear that she couldn’t or wouldn’t feel the same way was preventing you from being honest with yourself. Even beyond that, the fear that she could still die or some reason or another was bringing you more fear than you knew how to explain.

You were sitting in front of the window, staring out at the snow in the hopes that the rhythmic motion of it falling from the sky would bring you some sort of serenity. But with each moment, all you could think about was Mari being in Javi’s place - Mari falling, Mari being the one that never came back. You were so enthralled with your own pain, that you didn’t notice someone beside you until there was an arm around your shoulder.

“Have you slept?” Mari asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she accompanied the window sill beside you. It was a tight squeeze to fit two people, but neither of you ever had any regard for personal space before.

“I’m not tired.” You responded, trying to put on your best poker-face as you turned your head to look at her. Even now, she looked more beautiful than anyone you had ever known before. It made your heart ache, just wishing beyond anything else that she would some day be yours - that you could both go home. Be together, safe.

“Don’t bullshit me, of course you’re tired.”

“Not tired enough to sleep.”

“Is it about… what we did?” She asked, her free hand motioning to the fireplace where they had all feasted upon Javi earlier in the evening. It needed to happen, or they were all going to starve. It wasn’t the first time that they had eaten someone, and you knew that it was for survival. Even so, it wasn’t the main thing that was keeping you up.

“I’m just scared.” You replied, sighing as you felt her tugging you closer into her arms. You gave into the feeling of her affection, leaning your head against her shoulder and letting her rest her chin on top of your head. It was too intimate for friends, you knew that. But you also felt too weak to tell her that you liked being more intimate than friends usually were with her.

“Of it being you?”

“No,” Your response came out almost too fast, but not fast enough that it came out in a higher tone than intended. This conversation wasn’t waking anyone up. “I’m scared of it being you.”

“It won’t be.”

“It could be.”

“It won’t.” Her voice was too self-assured, and as she moved so she could hold your cheeks in her hands and force you to look her in the eyes while she spoke, you almost believed her. “It won’t be me, it could be spring soon, and we won’t have to eat anyone.”

“Yeah, and when winter comes again?” Your voice was strained, tears threatening to spill as you looked at her. “I can’t watch you die, I’d rather it be me.”

Mari’s eyebrows knitted together as she looked at you, and for a brief moment you were pretty sure she knew why you were so petrified of it being her - you were almost positive that she was accurately reading you as she rested her forehead against your own. Your eyes fluttered shut as you finally let tears slip from your eyes, her thumbs quickly wiping away the wetness that was dripping onto them.

“Mari, I-”

She stopped you from speaking as her lips pressed against hers, your body tensing for a moment before you relaxed into it. For just a brief period of time, you felt comfortable and at ease as she kissed you. Every bit of worries that were etched into your mind were forgotten about for just that moment, your lips moving against hers like you were petrified that you were going to lose her the very next day. Every nightmare that you’d had about her dying, every worry that existed within you that someone was going to force you to consume the love of your life was gone. And that relief, however small it was, was enough to make you feel at ease.

As she pulled back, your forehead remained against hers as you opened your eyes to look at her. She had always been your best friend, and you had always been in love with her. But now she knew, she knew and she felt it too. Even if it was going to be difficult, even if you were fighting an uphill battle trying to keep each other safe, you knew that it was worth it in that moment.

“I can’t ever let it be you, Mari.”

“If it ever is, we’lll worry about it then. Let’s just go to bed.”

There was a part of you that knew that it wasn’t beneficial to live in constant fear of something terrible happening. Something terrible had already happened, you were stuck here with dead teammates and friends lingering in your mind every step of the way. It didn’t serve you to worry about a future that might not even happen, a future that thus far only existed in your nightmares. But from the way that she spoke, from her tone, you knew that both of you were living with the exact same fear - the exact same nightmares plaguing your thoughts. You wanted - no, needed - to keep each other safe.

“I love you, Mar.”

“I love you, too.” Her voice was quieter before, like the idea of the others hearing her saying something so vulnerable disturbed her - and it probably did. But you didn’t mind, because there were some things that you would prefer the other’s to not pry into, too.

After a moment, you let her take you away from the window. You followed her to where she had been sleeping, grabbing your own blanket and moving it toward where she was. Sleeping in Mari’s arms - although it lasted only a few hours before everyone was scrambling out of the cabin - was the most relaxed that you had ever felt in a long time. No nightmares, no worries about a future that may never come to pass, only a comfortable warmth that you hadn’t felt since fall brought colder weather.

If something ever did come that would threaten what you had, threaten the person who you loved, you knew that you would need to find a way to fight it. But for now, you just wanted to imagine that everything was going to be okay - because it had to be, you weren’t sure what you would do if it wasn’t.

#mari x reader #mari ibarra x reader #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets fanfiction #mari nolastname x reader

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clarkeysbedchem · 21 days ago

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making the bed

will lenney x fem reader

summary: in the two years of dating, you and will had never had a serious argument but when everything starts to pile on top of you both it was bound to happen.

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The entirety of the flat felt like one big bubble of building resentment and bitterness over the past week, and it was beginning to eat at you. The snide comments that were wrapped in humour, the unnecessary passive-aggressive texts that were being left on left on read. Long pauses that were once filled with adoring glancing and soft touches now left hanging, empty.

You had know from the first comment made over a petty thing that something was brewing. But neither of you pulled the brakes. Neither of you wanted to speak about afraid of the answer, petrified that it would be the end of you. So, you stayed quite.

It was Friday night and you and Will were meant to go to a launch party - some influencer event that Will had been invited to, which always meant that you’d tag along. You had originally planned to skip it, needing a night in, but Will had asked, just come for a bit, and you reluctantly agreed despite everything in you was screaming no.

You were already running late, your hair half curled, outfit still unironed on the bed. The sound of Will pacing near the front door, jacket on, keys in hand making the already crushing anxiety in the chest worsen.

“You said you’d be ready by 7,” he called from the hallway, voice tight.

You flinched, mascara wand hovering mid-air, “I’m five minutes behind, Will. Calm down.”

“I’ve been waiting for forty,” he muttered, not too loud but just loud enough for you to hear.

You shot him a dangerous look in the mirror, “Then go without me.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

“I’m not being dramatic. I’m trying to get ready and you hovering around me ain’t gonna make me go any faster. You’re acting as if you’ve got somewhere more important to be.”

“That’s rich coming from you,” he said with a slight scoff, stepping into the doorway of your bedroom, “You don’t even want to come, so why are you dragging it out?”

You turned slowly, setting the wand down with a little more force than necessary, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, but there was venom laced beneath his calm tone, “Maybe that lately you don’t show up unless it benefits you. Work shoots? You’re early. My things? You act like you’re doing me a favour.”

Then the silence that followed after his word was cold.

You knew that you should’ve handled it better. Could’ve taken a breath and talked it through. But the tiredness that was overwhelming, the pressure that had been building in your chest, and the sting of the accusation – everything crashed down on you.

“Are you seriously implying I don’t care about you? About what matters to you?”

Will shrugged again, that awful, infuriating shrug, “I don’t know. You tell me.”

And that did it.

“No,” you said, voice rising, trembling with every word, “You don’t get to stand there and act like I haven’t tried. Like I haven’t shown up for you a hundred different ways you never even noticed. Just because I’m tired doesn’t mean I’ve stopped caring.”

“Then show me!” he shouted suddenly, louder than you’d ever heard him and you took a step away from him, “Show me something real because I’m sick of trying to read between the lines of what you're not saying!”

You stared at him with an unreadable emotion plastered on your face as your chest heaved fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall.

“I can’t do this right now,” you muttered, grabbing your bag, “I can’t.”

Will took a step forward, something flickering in his eyes - regret, maybe - but he didn’t stop you from leaving.

“Fine,” he said, voice flat.

And that was the worst part of everything. Sure the yelling and the harsh words hurt but the fact he let you walk out the door without even so much of a fight killed you.

The hallway was too quiet as you walked through it, your footsteps echoing too loud in your head. You weren’t even sure what you were expecting as you walked through the halls – maybe a part of you hoped that he would chase after you, but he didn’t.

You got as far as the bottom of the stairs – not wanting to take the lift alone - before the tears started. They started quiet at first just cascading down your face and neck as you blinked. Then harder without warning a sob left your lips and it felt like your chest had caved in.

You didn’t know where you were going. You just knew you had to go because if you stayed even a little bit longer, you knew you would’ve said something you couldn’t take back.

You didn’t even think. Your feet just moved.

The air outside was cold wrapping around you in welcome. It bit at your face harshly but you could barely acknowledge the feeling. You’re mind fogged with the sound of his voice raised for the first time, the image of his shoulders tightening, of his eyes going cold when he said, “Then show me.”

You couldn’t handle the thought of being alone. Not tonight.

So, you went where you always went when things were too heavy to carry on your own.

Liv answered the door in an oversized hoodie, her hair up in the laziest bun ever seen, and a slice of pizza hanging out of her mouth.

She took one look at you - red eyes, flushed tear stained cheeks, white knuckles gripping onto holding your bag like you had just sprinted across the city - and her face dropped.

“Oh babe,” Her voice was already soft, already pulling you into her and Isaac’s flat.

You didn’t even say anything. Just stepped forward, and she wrapped her arms around you immediately, pizza slice abandoned on the small table next to her. She didn’t ask questions not right away.

“Come on,” she whispered, guiding you in by the shoulders the cold of your bare shoulder making her shudder slightly, “You’re freezing.”

The flat was warm and cluttered in that comfortable, lived-in way. Isaac was sat cross-legged on the sofa, remote in hand, but when he saw you, he hit pause and stood up immediately.

“You okay?” he asked, eyes wide, voice lower walking up to you straight away pulling you into a comforting hug.

You shook your head in his chest and he pulled away letting Liv guide you toward the kitchen, grabbing you a glass of water and a blanket from the couch in one practiced motion. Isaac watched from the side, concern etched into his expression but not pushing for any answers.

Eventually, you had been curled up in a blanket by Liv sitting between the couple with a hot chocolate in hand and your head leaning against Liv’s shoulder. You still hadn’t said much - just that it was bad. Explain that Will yelled and that you yelled back. That you didn’t know what it meant, only that you couldn’t be home.

Liv’s fingers gently combed through your hair as Isaac handed you a hot water bottle without a word.

“I’ve never seen him like that,” you whispered eventually, “I didn’t think we’d get there.”

Liv exhaled slowly. “Fights like that… they just happen. Especially when you love someone that much.”

“But I left,” you said, swallowing hard, “I just walked out.”

“And sometimes that’s better than saying something you can’t take back,” Isaac said carefully, from his corner of the couch, “You didn’t give up. You just tapped out for now.”

You nodded, but the lump in your throat never left.

“I keep replaying it,” you murmured, “Like, what I said. What he said. It was so sharp. And I keep thinking I should’ve just been a little more understanding or if he had just asked instead of assumed-”

“Hey,” Liv interrupted softly, squeezing your blanket covered knee, “Don’t do that, you’ll go crazy thinking about the What ifs.”

You sniffed, letting her words land, even if they didn’t fully stick yet.

“Do you, do you think he hates me?” The question was barely above a whisper. Childlike. Fragile.

“No,” Liv said immediately, “Absolutely not.”

“Not even in the slightest,” Bach added, “That man is in it. You don’t blow up like that unless you care too much.”

You leaned further into Liv, letting the weight of the day finally settle now that you weren’t carrying it alone, “Thanks,” you whispered.

“You can stay here as long as you want,” she murmured, brushing your hair back, “Seriously. Sleep on the couch, take the bed, steal my socks. Whatever you need.”

“We’ve got snacks, too,” Bach added from the kitchen, “And if you want, I can pretend I don’t know what’s going on and just loudly talk about Pokémon until you feel better.”

You laughed - actually laughed - a soft, broken little sound that surprised even you.

“I might take you up on that,” you said, voice cracking.

Liv smiled, resting her head on top of yours, “Everything will be okay.”

The silence after the door shut was deafening. Will didn’t move, he didn’t think he could. It was like time had frozen. He just stood there in the middle of the flat, the light from lap buzzing slightly, his hands braced on the wall like he would crumple in a ball if he let go.

The whole room still smelled like your perfume. Still looked like you - your uggs by the door, your half read book sat on the coffee table, your hoodie on the back of the chair.

And now you were gone.

The echo of your voice was still ringing in his ears – hurt and tired.

And his? Loud. Too loud. He’d seen you flinch — only slightly, but he noticed it.

He had known as soon as the words left his mouth that he pushed too hard, crossed some invisible line neither of them had ever dared to cross before.

He ran both hands down his face and let out groaned into them, turning in a slow, helpless circle like the answers might be written on the walls.

He was a mess. His heart in his throat but his pride in his way.

And suddenly, he needed to talk to someone. Anyone who wasn’t inside his head making this worse.

He fumbled for his phone, thumb hovering over her contact - and then quickly skipping past it before he could do something stupid. He scrolled down, found James, and hit call.

It rang twice.

“Mate,” James answered, casual and half-laughing like he hadn’t just been dragged into an emotional crisis, “Your alive?”

Will didn’t even try for a joke, “I think I fucked it.”

There was a beat of silence. James’ tone switched up immediately, “What happened?”

Will exhaled sharply and leaned back against the counter. “We had a fight. Like a proper one. Not just usual bickering. Full on yelling, I actually yelled at her James.”

“Shit,” James muttered quietly, “What about?”

“Everything,” Will muttered, “Nothing. I don’t even fucking know. She was late, I said something I knew I shouldn’t have, and it just spiralled. It was like all this stuff that’s been sitting between us for weeks just blew up.”

James let out a thoughtful hum on the other end, “And she left?”

Will closed his eyes, “Yeah, grabbed her bag and left.”

“Did she say she was coming back?”

“She didn’t say anything,” Will said, his voice on the edge of breaking, “I didn’t stop her.”

There was a pause.

Then, something softer, “Do you want her to come back?”

Will’s answer was immediate.

“Yes. Of course I do.”

“Then why the fuck didn’t you stop her, mate?” James practically yelled down the phone in complete confusion.

Will let out a bitter laugh, dragging a hand through his hair, “Because I’m a fucking idiot and I was angry. She was angry and I thought if I gave her space it’d be better than saying something worse.”

“Did it feel better?”

“No. It felt horrible.”

James just sighed, “Okay. First of all - take a breath. You’re not the first person to say something stupid in an argument.”

“I didn’t just say something stupid. I said she doesn’t show up for me.” Will’s voice finally broke at the end, “I know she does. I know. She shows up all the time, even when she’s burnt out. I made her feel like that wasn’t enough.”

James was quiet for a moment, “You ever think maybe you said it because you were scared?”

“Scared?”

“Yeah,” James said, “Scared that she’s going to pull away, scared it means she’s getting bored, or too busy, or changing her mind. So instead of asking for reassurance, you push first.”

The words that left James’ mouth felt like a punch in the gut, and Will stayed quiet.

“You haven’t lost her, mate,” James continued gently, “Not if you actually talk to her.”

Will nodded slowly, even though James couldn’t see it.

“I just, I looked at her face when she left and she looked done. Like she’d already decided she was over it.”

“No,” James stated, “She looked hurt. People don’t storm out when they’re finished, they leave quietly. She’s not done, she just didn’t want to say something she couldn’t take back either.”

Will sat down on the floor, leaning back against the cupboard, phone still pressed to his ear.

“I miss her already,” he said, and this time, his voice was barely a whisper.

“I know, man.”

“She’s probably with Liv,” Will added, more to himself than anything.

“Then she’s being looked after.”

Will nodded again, staring blankly at the opposite wall, “I want to fix it.”

“Just give her the night,” James said, “Sleep it off and text her in the morning. Don’t apologise just to make yourself feel better - apologise because you mean it.”

Will stayed quiet for a long time.

Then finally, quietly: “Thanks, mate.”

James voice softened, “Anytime. And Will?”

“Yeah?”

“You love her. She knows that but it doesn’t hurt to remind her of it.”

Will smiled, tired and sad and still completely tangled up in what he’d done.

“Yeah,” he murmured, “Yeah, she should probably hear it again.”

The front door of your flat looked exactly the same as it did the night before but everything felt different.

You hesitated with your hand in a fist hovering over the wood, nerves jittering under your skin. The last time you were here, you had your guard up and his eyes had been cold.

And you left without looking back, and you hadn’t expected your chest to ache the way it did now, standing outside his door.

You knocked once. Waited.

Then the door opened almost immediately.

Will stood there barefoot, hair messy, hoodie sleeves pushed up to his elbows like he’d been pacing. His face was tired - not just from lack of sleep, but from waiting. His eyes locked onto yours like he couldn’t believe you were real.

“Hi,” you said softly, “I left my key.”

“Hi,” he echoed, like it knocked the air from his lungs, “I saw.”

You stepped inside slowly, and he instantly moved out of your way keeping a distance between you both and closed the door gently behind you. He didn’t make any moves to try and reach out for you not wanting to crowd you.

The flat was quiet - still and like it had been frozen in time, like it had been holding its breath.

You stood there for a moment, gripping your bag, eyes flickering around like you were seeing it all for the first time.

And then in a whisper, “You left the hoodie on the chair.”

Will looked over and huffed out a soft laugh, “Couldn’t bring myself to move it.”

That did something to your chest.

You took a breath and turned to face him properly.

“Got your text.”

He nodded once, “I meant it.”

“I know,” you said, voice trembling just a little, “And I’m sorry, too. For walking out. For not for not telling you what was going on and how I was really feeling.”

He stepped a little closer now, careful, cautious.

“I should’ve asked but I didn’t know how to,” he said, voice low – almost embarrased, “I could feel things slipping, I could feel you pulling away and I didn’t want to lose you, but instead of saying that, I accused you of not caring.”

“You don’t have to be perfect all the time, Will, not for me,” you said gently, “But you have to talk to me. I can’t guess what’s going on in your head. Especially when I’m in mine, trying not to fall apart.”

He nodded, eyes glossy, jaw tight.

“I was scared you’d had enough of it, enough of me,” he admitted, “That you were already halfway gone and I was the only one still clinging.”

“I am tired,” you said, “But not of you, never of you. I just didn’t know how to tell you that I needed you closer, not further away.”

He let that land - and when he looked at you again, there was something raw and hopeful in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, stepping close enough that your hands nearly brushed, “For everything. For not seeing it sooner. For making you feel like you weren’t enough.”

You nodded, and then you reached for his hand and he gripped it like a lifeline.

“I don’t want to fight like that again,” you whispered.

“Neither do I,” he breathed, pulling you gently into his arms.

And for the first time in a while, the felt melted into a warm and comforting atmosphere. It was quiet but not the kind that had been suffocating you for months. You curled into his chest for the first time in a while and let yourself mold into him like it was your home.

��I love you,” he murmured into your hair, “I love you even when I’m being a dumbass, especially then.”

You smiled into his hoodie, squeezing his side.

“I love you too, always. Even if I’m too stuck in my own head to act like it..

He pressed a kiss to your hairline tightening his hold on you.

“Do-over?” you asked softly, tilting your chin up.

“No do-overs,” he said, forehead pressed to yours, “Just… moving forward. Together.”

And for the first time in weeks, you could finally breathe again.

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flippinpancakes64 · 8 months ago

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The Cullens with a reader who is afraid of needles but has tattoos and piercings?

The Cullens with a Reader who has tattoos and piercings but is afraid of Needles

Again, you guys manage to clock me perfectly. It’s kinda freaky. I just got a new tattoo the other day but I’m still putting off getting some of my vaccines because I’m scared of them.

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He thinks you’re funny

He so fascinated by how your mind works

He went with you once while you got a new tattoo

He was supposed to be there to hold your hand

But you didn’t need it

You just sat there peacefully making small-talk

But then

Carlisle called you into the clinic because you were overdue for a vaccine

Edward thought you were gonna take his hand clean off

He’s tried to talk to you a couple times about how they’re not so different

But you don’t wanna hear it

So he just settles with being there to comfort you every time you need a shot ❤️

Alice:

She finds it hilarious

Definitely tells you that you’re overreacting

But she will still comfort you

She loves your tattoos and piercings so much

But she just cannot wrap her mind around why you seem to be petrified of other needles

Oh well

She teases you for it all the time

But that doesn’t stop her from going with you and holding your hand and telling you how brave you’re being

She still tries to convey how weird you’re being

And how they’re not that different

But even she can see that that won’t work

So she just lets you be you

Jasper:

He may be a vampire

But honestly he gets it

No one particularly enjoys the feeling of something punching into your skin

But it’s easier to cope when you know that you’re getting something cool out of it

Aka a piercing or a tattoo

He understands

So he goes with you whenever you have to get a shot and he uses his ability to calm you down

It makes it easier for everyone

He also may or may not have taken to just asking Carlisle to give you your vaccines when you’re asleep

He can use his ability to keep you asleep

Bada bing bada boom problem solved

Rosalie:

She understands a little bit

But also not really

She remembers getting her ears pierced when she was alive and she absolutely hated it

So she hates needles too

She understands you there

But she doesn’t understand your love for tattoos and piercings

Like obviously she loves her ear piercings and sort of wishes she’d gotten second lobe ones

But the pain is way too much for her

Also she is very reluctant to go with you

She can stomach a lot

But something about needles is a no for her

Don’t get me wrong she will hold your hand and let you squeeze

But her head will be turned the other way

Emmett:

He thinks you’re hilarious

He teases you for it all the time

Likely won’t let up even if you tell him to stop

He just thinks it’s the funniest shit

That doesn’t mean he won’t go with you to be your emotional support and personal stress ball

It just means that he’ll bully you relentlessly afterwards

He doesn’t actually mean any malice behind it

He’s just a jokester at heart

And if you really, really tell him you don’t like when he teases you about it

He might let up every once in a while

Esme:

If she was human, she would honestly be the opposite

In her human life, she could take a vaccine needle like a champ

But even the thought of a tattoo or piercing makes her queasy

She does her best to reassure you of that

Trying to convince you that needles aren’t that bad

But you’re hard to get through to

So she just settles for being there for you

She goes with you every time you need to get a shot

But she stays home from the piercers or the tattoo parlor

Best scenario

Carlisle:

He has a bit of a different approach to this

He knows many people who are afraid of needles

He’s a doctor, it’s bound to happen

Thinks that exposure therapy is the best

He takes you to the clinic with him all the time

Has you sit in on a couple of his patients

And watch them get vaccines

Maybe it works maybe it doesn’t

Can’t say he didn’t try

But he never judges you for your fear

It’s real, it’s valid, and he will never make fun of you for it

Vampire! Bella:

Honestly

She understands

I have a feeling she was really in to getting piercings at some point

But I also have a feeling she never took good enough care of the piercings for them to stick around

So when she was human she had a bunch of scarred holes on her ears

But she gets it

She hated needles

But she loved piercings

Honestly wishes she could get some now

But either way, she doesn’t judge

She understands completely

Supportive queen

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cybrasigilism · 3 months ago

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could u maybe do like mutual virginity loss with player 125? like both of them r so shy and awkward,, i think it would be adorable.,.

So Anxious (Park Min-su/Player 125 X F! Reader SMUT)

character: park min-su (player 125)

A/N: decided to make this one an out of the games kinda post! i absolutely adore the idea of the reader being just as shy and nervous about the whole ordeal as min-su, thank you for the cute request! hope you enjoy :)

MDNI! 18+ content beneath the cut, reader’s discretion is advised

➤ since you were both serious about having your first be with someone special, you guys definitely tried to talk it out beforehand. but you both ended up becoming too flustered to really continue.

“how are we gonna be able to do it if we can’t even talk about it?”

“i don’t know…i still want to though..”

➤ when you guys eventually decided to get to it, you initiated the kiss but pulled away almost immediately, covering your face sheepishly.

“sorry! am i moving too fast?”

“n-not at all!” (he was definitely blushing himself, conflicted whether or not to hide the tent in his pants considering what you two were trying to do here)

➤ at first, you guys tried making out in the typical position— you being underneath him. but, you could tell min-su wasn’t exactly confident like this, so you guys switched up to where you would be straddling him. this drove him nuts of course

➤ once you guys got into the groove of things, your nerves began to calm. sure you were both shaking, but it had a bit more to do with the sheer anticipation now coursing through your bodies each time your lips met. it wasn’t made any better when min-su eventually snuck his hands up your shirt, caressing your bare back with his cold palms. the noise you made startled him, which you felt bad for

“oh, i’m sorry.. was that too much?”

“no! no, your hands are just c-cold.. that’s all..”

“ah, did you want me to stop or-“

you shake your head “feels nice, don’t stop on my account.”

➤ you’re unsure if you should at first, but you start to grind on him, drawing a unexpected moan from beneath the kiss you were currently sharing. you broke the kiss as you started to subconsciously grind harder, avoiding eye contact out of embarrassment at the expression that must have been painting your face just then. you could tell min-su was repressing his voice just as much as you were your own— you were both positively petrified to make any sound at all, in fact. but, some stifled moans made their way past as he shifted his grasp from your back to your hips.

➤ when you guys actually ended up having sex, it was a swift matter for both parties. i mean, let’s be real here. you were both completely inexperienced virgins, you couldn’t be surprised that you guys both wound up cumming fast. however swift it may have been, you enjoyed it nonetheless. he wasn’t too big, so it didn’t hurt too badly, but it was enough to make you feel better than your fingers ever could.

➤ oh yeah, and you guys could forget about masking those moans of yours any longer. the moment you sank down onto his dick, min-su was a goner. you had never heard him make such a sound in all your life, and you even asked him if he was alright initially. sure, you may not have been so vocal at first contact, but as soon as you started moving that completely turned on its head.

➤ after the fact, you both just kind of laid there next to one another. silent. come on, you had just changed the trajectory of your friendship forever, that was a lot to process. after a moment though, you both found that neither of you could wipe those stupid grins off your faces. you had just changed the entire path of your friendship, forever. and you were both okay with that

AAAA thank you so much for this adorable request! i absolutely loved writing some soft smut, however short it may have been :) thanks for reading again, and i’ll see you on the next one!

as always, any advice/constructive criticism on how to improve my writing is appreciated and requested! have a fantastic day/night lovelies 💋💋

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cheapshrimpysheep · 1 year ago

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You Will Stop the Wedding! - Idia Shroud

SUMMARY: YOU were the one being kidnapped by Princess Eliza to marry her. How would he react and how would he save you? With the aggravation of he already having a crush on you.

CHARACTERS: Idia Shroud x Reader

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Declaration

WORD COUNT: 1.710 words

Riddle Rosehearts / Leona Kingscholar / Azul Ashengrotto / Jamil Viper / Vil Schoenheit / Idia Shroud / Malleus Draconia

Rescuing You - Deuce Spade; Jack Howl; Floyd Leech; Kalim Al-Asim

COMMENTS: What have I done? Why did I commit to writing this? And why did I write so much? Why was I so inspired? There were seven of them! Why do I do this to myself? So yeah, this took me a long time. But I hope it was worth it, for me and for you.

CONTEXT: Someone was kidnapped to marry some ghost princess and might end up turning into a ghost too. And he just found out that someone was you.

Idia’s tablet was present at the Housewardens meeting. He didn’t really care about that kidnapping story. He even commented that he was just glad it wasn't him. It was because of things like this that he didn't leave Ignihyde, or his room.

So he asks, just out of curiosity, who was the poor person who was kidnapped anyways? He probably didn't know but he could later look at the students' profiles or something, if he was curious. When the Headmage says it was the prefect and your name, the sound of someone spitting out a drink can be heard through the tablet. And then a "Hep!" Idia had spat out the soda he was casually drinking. And then he was afraid he had spat near a cable or something.

When they asked if he was okay, he said yes, everything was fine, it was just... Ortho scared him or something... Since they couldn't see him, he began to silently panic.

When they decide on the rescue plan and are choosing candidates for the groups, he doesn't say anything, he is petrified by the amount of negative thoughts in his head. So, Ortho is the one who offers Idia to be part of the last group. Idia comes back to reality in panic and babbles very quickly. Ortho asks permission from the people on the other side of the tablet and mute the call for a momento.

Then he turns Idia's chair so that he is facing him and he looks at his older brother very seriously. He knows that Idia likes you and that's why he has to be part of the rescue teams. Being part of the last one is perfect because if any of the others manage to save you, he might just be relieved. But if they fail, he can study the failed attempts to create the best strategy to save you.

Idia ends up saying that Ortho is right and that he will be on the last team. But in his head, he's praying it doesn't come to that. He doesn't trust himself to save you.

But unfortunately for him, that's what ends up happening. And when they are preparing the last team, he tries to dodge it. Ortho gets confused and mutes the tablet to talk to Idia.

Ortho says this is his chance to save you, like a true hero. But that's when Idia says he's no hero. That if it depends on him, things will most likely turn out even worse than humanly possible, and because of him you will end up dying even faster. And this is where Ortho asks him a heartbreaking question: "Are you going to at least try to save (Y/N) while you can, or are you just going to skip into designing a new robot?" Idia looks at him with wide eyes. “There is still time. There is still hope. Don't waste it.”

During the way to the ceremony room, Idia tries to stay behind and offers to stall the ghost guards, but whoever his team-mates were, they either offered to stall the guards first or said that he was the one who should get to the wedding and save you. Again, to an outsider it might seem like he didn't want to save you, but the truth is that he didn't trust himself to save you.

Despite everything, he is the only one who arrives at the ceremony room. And when everyone looks at the person who just entered, he petrifies. The princess asks who he is and what he is doing there. He puts his fists to his chest like he normally does when he's scared.

“I I I I... um... a-am here to... s-stop... the w-wedding?” The princess asks, confused, if that was a question. “W-well... more or less... I mean, my main objective is to stop the marriage, yes, but as I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it, on the contrary, my biggest chances are of ruining everything, so it ends up being just an attempt, so it was indeed a question instead of an affirmation.” He ended up speaking so quickly that the ghosts barely understood half of what he said. He sighs.

“So you're here to stop the wedding.” The princess says. "Why?"

He starts to stumble over the words to respond, then, somehow, the ghosts understand that he is trying to find an excuse to deceive the princess and attack him.

He turns out to reveal himself to be quite capable of defeating the guards with magic. Getting to the point where he started to see it as a game and the smug Idia took the place of the shy Idia. He even says a few lines like "Do you really think you can stop me with those weak attacks?" or “Even smaller enemies on easy mode are harder to defeat than this.” and “Aw, are the gwosts taied aweady?” But all his smugness disappears when one of the guards turns into a giant ghost. Against this one, Idia ends up losing.

The princess approaches him and slaps Idia. “I'm not going to say I didn't deserve it.” he says. “Wait... wasn't I supposed to be petrified? I'm still moving, aren't I? Or was the slap so hard that I passed out and I'm dreaming that I'm moving?”

Everyone gasps, including the princess. When the guards ask what's going on, the princess says it can only mean one thing. Her slap is capable of petrifying anyone, except those who have already found their true love. The reaction from all NRC students is like "What the F-?!" And Idia's reaction is to, involuntarily, turn his hair almost completely pink.

“Wow wow wow! True love is a very strong pair of words.” he says “Besides I don't even believe in that.”

The princess is shocked, a little like the guards, and like a delusional person obsessed with finding true love, she asks Idia why he said that.

Idia starts talking about the brain chemicals that are released to make us feel what people call love. Which is nothing more than a chemical reaction in our body. But the princess doesn't understand anything and says she will prove to him that true love exists by marrying you and taking you to “live” happily ever after with her.

“WAIT! NO!” he screams, scared “Fine, fine. It is true love, whatever, just don't take them.” The princess asks why not? “Because I don't want to lose anyone else! I can't lose one of the only people I care about again! Take me then! I don't care. Just let (Y/N) go!”

Sacrificing yourself to save the person you love? What a true act of love the princess says that is! The greatest proof of love anyone could give. How she wished she had someone like that for herself too. And this was the opportunity that the guard who was in love with her found to declare himself and say that he would give his life for her, after all, technically, he had already done so. And that whole ending of the princess realizing that she loved him too happens, they get married and happily ever after.

After all that problem is over, you don't find Idia. But Ortho appears and hugs you, happy that you're okay. And then takes your hand to take you to his brother. He takes you outside, where Idia was waiting for him, but not for you. When he sees you, the ends of his hair turn pink. Ortho leaves you with his brother, wishes you good luck, says he's meeting Idia in Ignihyde, turns on the turbo at his feet and disappears.

He turned his back to you when Ortho left. “Oh yeah, um, it's getting late, I have to go back to Ignihyde...” You'll have to be the one to stop him if you want to talk to him about what happened. The moment he turns around and looks at you, the ends of his hair will turn pink again. “W-w-what?”

If you start talking to him about how he saved you, or at least how he was probably the most important part of your rescue, he'll tell you not to be ridiculous, that he didn't do anything. The ghosts just started having a strange conversation about love and somehow the princess decided to exchange you for that guard. “An abrupt and sudden drop in standards, let me tell you that.”

He will try his best not to talk too much about what happened, unless you find a way to get him to talk. And the way you found to do this, in a way that wouldn't force him to do it, was to being the first to be honest about the matter.

You tell him how you felt when you saw him enter the ceremony room, how much you were rooting for him to be able to save you, how cool you thought he was while fighting the ghosts and, most importantly, how scared you were when he told the princess to take him instead of you. This boosted his confidence.

“Oh, that... I... Honestly, I didn't want to save you.” Before you could react, he continued speaking. “I was too scared of making everything worse. I couldn't be responsible for another...” he interrupts himself, to take a deep breath and speak quickly “Okay, fine, I admit it, I like you, and that's why I was so afraid of ruining everything. But I ended up having no other choice and I couldn't lose another person I love. Happy now? Was this what you wanted? A cliché declaration of love after a life threatening situation? Congratulations, you've unlocked one of the most old fashioned achievements in the game.” and seeing that you were smiling, he adds with the confidence he has suddenly switch on “Well, I hope you like the route you just got for yourself, because now there are no more saves to change your choices.”

Unfortunately for you, he's not the type to go in for a kiss after this. Unless... you’re the one doing it for him. A kiss that he will return with pleasure and confidence. And you will feel a new warmth coming from him, from his hair.

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theoceanandthestars · 8 months ago

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Bobby's Goddaughter

Summary: Bobby’s Goddaughter decides to move to LA and makes a visit to the 118.

A/N: so this was supposed to be short and sweet but apparently I got way too carried away. Apologies for any mistakes! Hope you enjoy :)

Word Count: 1.7k

As you stepped of the plane in LA you let out a breath you didn’t realise you had been holding. Which you then realised was probably the most cliché thing you could have done in that moment, causing a smile to land on your face for the first time in months.

The anxiety of uprooting your entire life to move closer to your godfather, who you hadn’t spoken too in what you were beginning to realise was getting close to years, let alone told that you wanted to live closer to him, was starting to hit you harder by the minute. It wasn’t that you hadn’t wanted to speak to your godfather but since he had moved to the 118 your contact with him became sporadic, especially living in another state. Your parents had both passed away shortly before Bobby had moved and although he was the closest thing you had to a dad, a name you had often attributed to him, after he moved it was easier to distance yourself from the man you suddenly became petrified of losing. Which with hindsight, and the help of a great therapist, you realised was your way of attempting to minimise any connection so you couldn’t get hurt, only to cause yourself pain by isolating yourself. But if you knew one thing about Bobby it was that he would understand, he would forgive you and he had proven time and time again that he was always there for you.

The move to LA, and to your godfather, had been prompted by a series of events. Firstly, you had quit your job, deciding that law wasn’t your calling, and instead retrained as a firefighter. Then your boyfriend had cheated on you, leading to a prompt breakup. Which was followed by the nail in the coffin, or what you liked to refer to as the final straw in a fuckin mountain of straws, you lost your sobriety after being called out to a fire and a bag of white powder was thrown in your face, which you later found out to be opioids. Your addiction had started after your parents died and Bobby moved to LA, not that he knew that, or that you had any desire to ever let him know. Despite not seeing him in a long time you knew your godfather and he would only blame himself and you were not about to burden him with any more guilt than he already carried.

So, when you saw that the 118, which you knew was Bobby’s firehouse, had a position open you instantly requested a transfer from your current house, figuring that a fresh start could only do you good and it was about time you stopped being scared to care for people.

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As Bobby and Athena kissed the four firefighters stood slack jawed, unable to remove their eyes from their captain. Once the kiss had broken apart, the room remind silent for a minute until a whistle from the other side of the room caused the firefighter’s gazes to land on you. Bobby froze momentarily at the sound of your voice recognising it immediately before a small smile slipped onto his face as he walked towards you.

‘Didn’t know you had it in you old man’, you stated after letting out a whistle at the sight of your godfather kissing a police officer.

‘Are you sassing me right now?’ he asked as he made his way over to you. You feigned confusion as you quickly darted your eyes around the room.

‘Am I?’ you asked innocently, before the faced slipped and your face morphed into the biggest smile you had smiled in months. As soon as Bobby was near you his arms were wrapped tightly around you and you sunk into the hug, you head nuzzling into his shoulder as he placed his hand on the back of your head while he placed a kiss to the top of it.

‘I’m so sorry’ you whispered into him, ‘I’ve missed you so much’.

Matching your volume, acutely aware that his team and girlfriend were watching, Bobby whispered back to you, ‘I missed you too sweetheart, and you have nothing to apologise for.’

‘But, I…’, you began to stammer as you moved your head from his chest while remaining in his embrace, so you could see his face, which looked just the same as it did the last time you had seen him except he looked happier, so much happier. Before you could finish what you were about to say, that you hadn’t contacted him in years, Bobby continued.

‘y/n, I would never hold that against you, I should be apologising to you, I haven’t contacted you either, but none of that matters right now because you’re here.’ He paused slightly before chuckling, his eyebrow quirking upwards, ‘why are you here?’, this immediately made you start to laugh too.

‘Not that I’m not happy to see you’, he quickly added. Seeing you laugh made Bobby’s laughter intensify and the smile on his face grew wider, not only had he not seen you in years but he hadn’t seen you smile like that for almost twice as long.

The laughter emanating from you both was, however, interrupted by a sudden cough. Turning towards the group of firefighters who were now averting their gazes despite the sound having come from them, Bobby put his arm around your shoulder and walked you towards the police officer first.

‘Athena’ he began addressing the woman with a soft smile, a smile which the woman returned, ‘and everyone, this is y/n’ he paused, ‘my goddaughter, we haven’t seen each other in years’. The faces of the team where a picture, as they were stunned into silence, a silence they evidently kept trying to break as their eyebrows furrowed and

‘It’s lovely to meet you’, you began, ‘and just so you know I’m the one who didn’t reach out to Bobby, and I haven’t seen him in so long if he hasn’t mentioned me or anything…’, but once again before you could continue your nervous ramblings to the woman who you had taken an immediate liking to, she interrupted you.

‘Oh, Bobby’s told me all about you’, she started causing you to swallow, ‘and it is a pleasure to meet you y/n’ she smiled, instantly calming you and allowing you to release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. The next emotion to take hold of you was confusion as you turned towards your godfather.

‘You have?’ you questioned softly, turning to look to him while his arm remained around your shoulders.

‘Of course I did. y/n, you’re my family’, those words caused your eyes to well up. Part of you, the small child who had grown up around Bobby new he would say something like this, but the adult who you had become, plagued by doubt and a self-worth that was, although rising, not at its highest, well that adult didn’t even comprehend the possibility of this. The image of Bobby talking about you to Athena only made the tears fall faster.

‘Sorry’, you mumbled into Bobby, who upon seeing your tears had pulled you back into him, ‘I didn’t think I’d get this weepy, oh and’ to turned to the firefighters, ‘it’s really lovely to meet you all’, you smiled to the group who all smiled back and came over to greet you, giving you time to stop the tears from falling.

‘So y/n, what brings you to L.A?, here to visit Bobby?’, asked who you had just learned was Eddie.

‘Its funny you should say that’ you began laughing slightly but beginning to internally panic, ‘actually I just moved here, today actually.’

“Really?’ asked Buck enthusiastically, ‘My sister just moved here too, I bet you two would get along. I can give you her number if you want?’

You were taken aback by the kindness the firefighters were showing you right now. ‘That would be wonderful actually, thank you Buck’, you smiled at him.

‘No problem’, he responded, ‘so what is it that you do?’ he asked.

‘y/n is a lawyer’ Bobby began, but the face you made caused him to stop., ‘Or not?’ he questioned.

‘yeah’, you began slightly awkwardly, ‘I was a lawyer, but it wasn’t right for me, I always felt like it was too late, you know, like the damage had already been done. So I re-trained’ you paused mentally preparing to say the next part, ‘as a firefighter, not that long ago actually.’

‘you did?’ Bobby asked, smiling and you could tell in an instant that he was proud of you.

‘There’s more actually’, you continued, ‘I was working back home as a firefighter for a while when I saw that a spot opened up here and well, I uprooted my life. You should get the paperwork for my transfer on Monday but I asked the fire chief to keep my name of the paperwork until tomorrow so I could tell you in person.’

‘You’re going to be working with me?’ asked Bobby, his eyes tearing up slightly, ‘and you’re living in LA?’

‘I am’ you softly confirmed, nodding your head as you watched his reaction.

‘Hang on, how did you manage to get the fire chief to keep your name of the paperwork?’ asked Hen, ‘they’re not the easiest people to deal with at the best of times.’

‘Let’s just say the fire chief owed me a favour after shall we say’, you paused moving your hands slightly as you searched for an appropriate phrase, ‘an incident occurred, and he was more than happy to do me a favour if I promised not to sue the department’ you concluded your story. Laughter came from the entire group of firefighters and Athena.

‘I bet there’s a story there’, added Chim, obviously angling to hear it.

‘Oh there is’, you nodded, pausing momentarily, ‘you wanna hear it?’ you smirked at the group of firefighters, Hen and Buck quickly guiding you to the couches with Chim and Eddie following quickly behind as you laughed at them. This was going to be the best decision you had made in a long time.

Part 2 Now Up!!!!!!

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Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader (04)

Well, damn, it’s been a while. Uni is kicking my ass, but I’ll try to do at least one update every week (the goal is one during the week and one on the weekend). Anyway, I hope you like this chapter too! Thank you all for your support; I really appreciate all the likes and comments. It’s my first fic, so seeing people enjoy it is so validating and motivates me to keep writing.

I will try to post another chapter this weekend though.

Warning: cursing, blood

tags: aged-up characters ; Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; afab!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; eventually smut ; bisexual!Reader

03 <- 04 -> 05

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You had never gotten home so fast in your life. The entire drive was a blur—nothing but flashing lights, familiar roads, and the sound of your own pounding heart. It was a miracle you didn’t slam headfirst into someone else’s car or lose control of the wheel. The last, dying surge of adrenaline got you through a sloppy parking job, followed by a sprint into your apartment complex, straight to your apartment’s door. The moment it slammed shut behind you, you quickly locked the door. A distant voice in the back of your mind wondered if your neighbor would leave yet another passive-aggressive note about the noise, but you couldn’t care less right now, but you couldn’t care less now. For the first time in what felt like hours, you sucked in a shaky breath, leaning against the door as you slid down. Your back scraped painfully against the wood, but you didn’t care about that either. When your ass finally hit the floor, the whole nightmare came crashing down on you. The fear, the panic, the pain—it all hit you at once, in a suffocating wave that made your chest tighten.

Your nose had stopped bleeding during that hellish drive, but the damage was done and blood was everywhere, splattered all over your shirt, caked, crusted and dried. And then there was the sweat dripping down your body, making your skin sticky and gross. You smelled like rusty iron and sweat, a disgusting mix that made you want to puke, while the still sharp and throbbing ache in your nose acted as a constant reminder of how fucked up this day had been.

You sat there in silence. The tears long gone, dried somewhere between the drive and the door slamming shut behind you, but the exhaustion was still there. Everything hurt: Your head from being smashed into the wall, your face from Red Riot’s fists, your legs from sprinting like your life depended on it. And it might as well have been the case.

Minutes passed in agonizing stillness before you felt something besides pain and exhaustion. A vicious spike of anger shot through you. White-hot, boiling rage surged through your veins. It crashed into you with full force, tearing through the numbness. You had been terrified, yes—petrified, running for your life—but now? The fear had settled, buzzed out of your system, and only left rage in its wake. Staggering to your feet, you felt the room sway around you as you stumbled to the bathroom. Once you met your own eyes in the bathroom’s mirror, you couldn’t stand the sight of yourself—sweaty, bloody, pathetic and wrecked. It made your stomach churn. You looked like shit, arguably worse than shit. Your eyes were bloodshot, your face swollen, your lips busted wide open. And your nose—twisted in a way that made you wince just looking at it.

All of this for what ? Nothing.

That piece of shit Red Riot, did that to you. He came barging through the door like a red storm, no explanation needed before breaking your nose. You hadn’t even done anything wrong. Not a goddamn thing. But no Red Rio- Kirishima Eijiro, the known friendly hero, had acted like a rabid dog and torn into you without a second thought.

Fuck him. Matter of fact, fuck Todoroki too. Fuck those two.

He beat you into the ground, and you did nothing. You couldn’t do anything. Rage boiled in your chest as you yanked your clothes off and threw the bloodied, reeking fabric to the floor. Your hands reached for your face, intending to heal your injuries with your quirk but as your fingers brushed over the dried blood and bruises, you caught the faint scent of berries and honey beneath the sweat and rusty iron. Your stomach twisted as the memory of Todoroki’s desperate wet kisses on your hands flashed through your mind. The anger surged again, burning hotter as you quickly washed away his scent on you in the sink before healing yourself.

A soft yellow glow filled the room as your quirk worked to repair the worst of the damage—your split lips, your broken nose. A tingling sensation crept over your body, uncomfortable, but familiar and you frowned, concentrating on pushing through the discomfort as your quirk did its work. It wasn’t a “miracle-doing” type of quirk though, your nose straightened, your lips sort of healed—but the pain lingered, lurking beneath the surface. You’d only kick-started the healing process. It would take time for the swelling to go down, for the bruises to fade, for the pain to finally subside.

You hit the shower, cold water cascading over you, washing away the dried blood as you scrubbed your skin roughly with your loofah. You stayed under the chilling stream, hoping it would wash away the weight of this terrible day, letting it all drain down the sewer. It was only when you began to feel raw and too cold that you jumped out of the shower, dried yourself with your towel, and put on the first non-bloodied shirt you found on your way out of the bathroom.

Once you opened your bedroom door, you didn’t bother to turn on the light; the darkness felt comforting, and you welcomed it with open arms. You crawled under the sheets, burying yourself in the heavy comforter, yearning for the warmth it promised to bring. The weight of the blanket pressed down on you, grounding you in a way you needed after this atrocious day. You longed for it to smother the lingering anger and exhaustion, but you couldn’t shake the thoughts running rampant in your head. How long before Red Riot reported you to the police? How long until the hospital fired you and your medical license was revoked? It would be your word against his in front of a judge. “Beloved hero Red Riot catches a doctor taking advantage of his mate, other beloved hero, Shoto Todoroki,” you could already imagine the headlines. The public, police and judges would eat it up, siding with the hero without question.

After a day filled with chaos and pain, your mind was now horrifyingly clear. You knew it—there was no escaping this. You were done for.

Ironically, the only person who might have been as furious as you today was Kirishima. He was livid—at you for taking advantage of Shoto, at the villain he had to apprehend before rushing to the hospital, and at himself for arriving so late.

He barely noticed when you fled the room, his focus entirely on Shoto. He realized how awful of a partner he’d been, letting his anger consume him. He knew how overwhelming his scent got when that happened, and how sensitive omegas were to scents during their heat. Shoto’s heat wasn’t even due for another three weeks normally, his mate was always so punctual when it comes to thing like this, so to smell his familiar scent of berries and honey, so rich and intense from behind the door, surprised him when he first arrived at his mate’s hospital room earlier. But what really made him stop was the new, unfamiliar scent coming from the room

The two scents mingled, forming a mouthwatering fragrance of sweet, thick and ripe—berries, peach, and maybe apricot under a drizzle of hot honey. The combination was intoxicating, like stepping into an orchard at the height of summer, where each layer of sweetness blended perfectly with the next. The richness and depth of it were almost overwhelming, a scent so inviting and luscious it felt as though you could taste it, lingering and saturating the space around it. It was so enticing but equally odd, a foreign scent mixed with Shoto’s. The warmth and intensity of his mate’s scent coming through the door was a confirmation that he was already in heat and the thought of Shoto in such a vulnerable state with a stranger fueled Kirishima’s panic. Worried, he had bursted through the door to find you, a doctor, with your hands all over Shoto in a way that looked anything but professional, a red haze of fury had fully consumed him.

But now ? Now, he had to be there for Shoto. He had already wasted too much time dealing with you, and the pain in Shoto’s eyes confirmed he had already failed as a partner today.

“Shoto, are you okay? I’m so sorry I didn’t come—" His voice was thick with worry and panic, but Todoroki cut him off.

“Eijirou, home, now….just take me home."

“Of course. Let’s get you out of here.” Kirishima nodded instantly, his heart pounding as he held out his hand, ready to steady Shoto with it. Shoto was his priority now, and he couldn’t risk another creepy doctor coming in.

He took him by the arm and supported him as they both walked toward the exit. Pro heroes had their own separate exit in their hospital wing as a safety measure, preventing journalists from harassing them the moment they stepped outside. When they reached the hospital’s second front desk, the man working there gave them a confused look, as patients couldn’t be discharged without their doctor’s approval. However, one look from Kirishima discouraged him from asking any questions.

Once they left the building, Kirishima noticed Todoroki’s condition worsening. If his usual quiet demeanor was comforting and endearing, the silence now filled Kirishima with dread. He focused on getting Shoto home, guiding him to his car and helping him into the back seat. The heterochromatic boy appeared uncomfortable lying on the too-small back seat, and all Kirishima could do was hold his hands, and softly promises they’d be home soon.

The drive home was the most careful yet fastest he had ever experienced, but still one of the worst. He hated hearing Shoto's pained moans every time he accelerated too quickly or hit a bump too harshly.

Did I mention that chapter 3 was the end of the prologue? Well, I lied! I had planned an interesting scene between Kirishima and Todoroki, but this chapter ended up being so long. I think I'll save it for next time. Plus, I wrapped up the last two chapters similarly, with a character leaving the hospital in their car, so that counts for something. At the very least, it’s a mini cliffhanger: “Oh, what’s going to happen when Todoroki and Kirishima finally get back home? 👀👀👀 »

What did you think of the Kirishima POV part of this chapter? I feel like calling his mate by his last name is a bit silly, but I also noticed I overused their names. It’s just "Shoto... Kirishima... Shoto's... Kirishima..." on and on.

I can now confidently say that the prologue is complete—unless I decide otherwise in the next update!

As always, criticism are welcome !

Big thank you to @cafekitsune who made the beautiful dividers

03 <- 04 -> 05

My apologies if I forgot anyone in the taglist, I may have underestimated how much work a taglist is 😭

Taglist: @too-much-gacha ; @electronicexpertshark ; @poopopp ; @cjdjfhfhfufjfdj ; @kimi01985 ; @icycoldbeanieweanies ; @ghostlyworld ; @marsbars09 ; @queenondeezmatatas ; @imnotherw ; @bedheadloser ; @chrisbiniesluvrr ; @fsocs-blog ; @jadeddangel ; @qardasngan ; @omgeyeless-blog ; @goldenglow149 ; @andysteve1311 ; @pinkmelodies ; @hopefulb1ue ; @redkarmakai ; @zukusluvr ; @navezepol221 ; @candiiee ; @aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaq ; @mniya ; @randomhuman112 ; @mintvender ; @deadendgrim ; @captainswanarcher ; @figbaby

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