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kinkymagnus · 4 years ago

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five times alec and magnus tried something kinky (and one time they didn't)

ohhhh i like this >:)

not sure this is a fic prompt or what, so i’m just gonna go with a sorta half fic post. if this were an actual fic i think it’d be half filthy smut and half crack depending on the entry. and then fluffy smut at the end ofc. actually, i’m going to try and make it a different flavor each time to see what happens. challenge myself.

1. first time with bondage. alec ties magnus up and ravishes him. fun is had all around. this is the sexytimes one but there’s a hint of like.... Romance(TM) bc bondage is all about that trust and intimacy, and like, alec is amazed magnus trusts him this much, with magic-suppressing (not cutting him off or anything, and there’s still a safety protocol to get out without alec’s help, but still) ties or whatever, that magnus is letting alec see him so vulnerable, letting alec take care of him.... uwu

2. they try like, roleplay and dressing up for the first time, but shenanigans are had and they both get way too into character. like maybe maid magnus is like *dodging alec trying to cop a feel* “wait let me dust this annoying top shelf i have the duster out and i keep FORGETTING” “babe you could just use magic if you w--” “i have the duster right here!!!” or like they’re doing the whole rival mob bosses thing but they keep doing banter and improving ridiculous businesses the other is infringing on/wants to get involved in (”you wanna get in on the... raccoon smuggling ring?” *muffling laughter* “....yes. love those....trash bandits”) and it’s a little silly but in the most fun and ridiculous way.

alternatively, they keep trying to be serious but bursting into giggles and/or just generally being way more lovey dovey than the scene calls for. like, alec is supposed to be his strict boss “punishing” him but he keeps kissing magnus really tenderly and calling him my love. magnus is not helping.

3. angst angst angst. or, more accurately, hurt/comfort. something goes wrong when trying out a new kink, magnus ends up not having a fun time, maybe he has to safeword or literally just something goes wrong (like the safety thing on his cuffs fails and he panics and obviously alec immediately lets him out but still Bad) and alec probably feels bad about it/blames himself and it’s bad times. but whatever happens they end up relocating to the couch and just like. cuddling with ice cream or some other treat, maybe watching a movie that they inevitably ignore to cuddle and probably talk about it and by the end of the night they’re as strong as ever and all comfy snuggled with each other, issue resolved, both parties thoroughly comforted

or even if you wanna go less angsty they both just sort of. realize they’re not really into this kink halfway through and it’s like . “...should we stop?” and they end up stopping but they’re both just lying there like “hm. that was weird” and it’s a little awkward and they both are kinda like. hm. was that my fault? should i have just kept going? it’s not like i HATED it, but.... so it’s kinda this weird guilt thing, like, oh... i ruined our night.... but then they talk or just generally realize how kinda silly the whole situation is and end up just like. laughing together and they kiss and are like ok we can take that one off the list i guess lmao and that’s the end of that. communication kings

4. im running out of “genres” as im saving the designated fluff one for the end, and the ones i can think of (parody, salt, tragedy, friendship, or like. what, mystery? sci fi?) don’t necessarily work. well i suppose you could do friends, like i mean, they are best friends, which is why they’re such good husbands, maybe they’re like. mutually geeking out about something and end up incorporating it into a needlessly convoluted kink thing?? or like. fuck ok i give up on the genres thing, the last two are just going to be like the others

hm, maybe they try something really weird/embarrassing, and either like. they try it as like, kinda half as a joke, but then they’re both really into it and after are like “well. that happened” “.....” “......” “.....” “.....wanna do it again?” “hell yes”

or like, they’re doing it because they’re interested and you know, neither of them are judgmental, so that’s fine, but then like. it’s just that like kinda self conscious awkwardness at first? but they’re so comfy with each other it doesnt take long to get the hang of it and they end up having a lot of fun.

5. i dont know why so many of these are “and something went wrong” i guess bc in post form im not writing out the full porn so much as fun concepts? i dont know. anyway, they decide to have fun with aphrodisiacs/an artificial heat, but accidentally overdo it a bit and end up fucking for like a day straight with very few breaks. well, not straight but--[i am booed off the stage]

anyway it was very enjoyable but not fun to explain later.

bonus 6: first sex tape! they knocked the camera over in the first five minutes without noticing. it was impressively long but caught nothing but muffled dirty talk and desperate moans

look. kinky sex can be so intimate and fun and sweet, and the idea that vanilla sex is somehow better/purer/more intimate/more loving is silly.

but there is something to be said about after like, nights and nights of alec tying magnus up or spanking him or magnus riding him while a camera watches or whatever, alec just. laying him down on the bed and kissing him gently and making sweet, sweet love to him, and despite the fact he’s not edging magnus to oblivion or tying up to see how he squirms or teasing him for being a slut or anything... it’s still overwhelmingly good, and soft and warm and loving, and alec can make him cum just as powerfully on nothing but his fingers while whispering sweet nothings in his ear as he can with a toy in his ass and a cock in his cunt while gagged and trying to beg for mercy.

its also cute when its like their wedding night 🥺 super soft just like Lovemaking(TM) like just. kisses all over, soft praise, both of them touching each other everywhere and trading kisses and wanting to feel every moment....

and then the honeymoon is just 24/7 filthy hot kink hours and its just as intimate and loving and passionate

#trans magnus smut

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daffodildazaiwrites · 5 years ago

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can i pls request poly hcs for chuuya/reader/dazai bc i love them very much and also i just wanna date them both. perhaps just like “how they met” + cute relationship hcs if that’s ok!! nsfw is optional! Thank u so much ^^

THIS IS SUCH A GREAT REQUEST! Thank you so much anon! Also since I felt like it would be easier to establish a relationship like that I took the liberty of making the reader a part of the Port Mafia. It just seemed easier then to write reader as a part of the agency, I hope you enjoy, this was super fun to write!!!! Also I love writing poly relationships so feel free to requests more!

also ofc im writing nsfw it’s a shame that you even considered that i might not lol

Warning: Explicit sinful content at the end

Commissions | Ko-Fi

Your relationship with Chuuya was already well established on the day you met Dazai. Your relationship with Chuuya was of being flirty friends that always came to the edge of being something more. You weren’t going to lie, after working with the red head for so long you had developed a minor crush.

Meeting Dazai for the first time was one of the most confusing instances that happened to you. First of all, for someone who was imprisoned by the Port Mafia he had quite the mouth on him and second you’ve never witnessed Chuuya act so irrationally annoyed at someone before. At least someone other than you.

You’ve heard many stories about Dazai Osamu before, especially from Chuuya. You’ve expected the man to, at least, look more threatening. But after the interrogation began you noticed where his true weapon layed, his mind. That same weapon was the reason why you were so mesmerized by him. You could never admit this to Chuuya though. Dazai was the enemy and from the seeming of it, Chuuya absolutely despised him.

Dazai, noticing your lingering stares and open body language, was quick to engage in conversation. He was much more flirtatious then you anticipated and to be honest, it kind of worked. Blood rushed to your cheeks as you looked the other way. Dazai wasn’t the only one to notice your reaction.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“What?”

Meanwhile Chuuya was the embodiment of mixed emotions. Seeing Dazai after so long made him want to kick his face in to the wall and hug him. He was highly confused about the latter. But his rage grew when Dazai shamelessly flirted with you and that it worked????? he was appalled.

He never acted on it but he kind of figured you had a crush on him but apparently you also are head over heels about Dazai? He took in a deep breath. He might’ve over exaggerate the second part a bit.

After the encounter, Dazai visited both you and Chuuya frequently and as time passed it was harder and harder to consider Dazai as the enemy. Even Chuuya didn’t seem surprised anymore that the man just showed up in your shared apartment. After a certain hour the two of you grew accustomed to hear a knock at the window.

The only issue was that Dazai and Chuuya fought all the time. It was tiring for you. Especially when their competitiveness over you grew, you felt like a toy that was trying to be shared among two toddlers.

The first sudden realization that you might have feelings for the two men you have grown accustomed to is when Chuuya blatantly told you that he wouldn’t mind if you wanted to be with Dazai and that he would understand. You couldn’t be with either of them because you had fallen for them both.

Chuuya is relieved when you don’t choose. Even if he wanted you happiness he couldn't bare the idea of losing two people he cared about. He could still argue that he hated Dazai with a fiery passion but he would be fooling no one.

Dazai is the first one to suggest a poly relationship as the three of you were lounging on the couch. Your head resting on Dazai’s lap as your legs rested on Chuuya’s. With confusion both you and Chuuya stared at him. You’ve heard the term before but you had no idea how it would work.

When Dazai explained the fundamentals of a poly relationship, you’re relieved. There was nothing wrong with you. You weren’t selfish or insatiable. Dazai’s proposition felt like a blessing and eased your troubled heart.

Chuuya on the underhand, still felt confused. He felt that trouble and heartbreak was inevitable in such a relationship. Especially because he had convinced himself Dazai was only suggestion such a thing for your sake. It wasn’t hard to see how you felt about the both of them so to him, it seemed like Dazai was just trying to spare your feelings. When your sparkling eyes landed on Chuuya, he felt as if he had to say yes, for your sake at least.

Dazai eased Chuuya’s mind when he admitted that he cared for the both of you and that he simply didn’t want to choose. He also added that they practically lived together anyway. This was enough to convince Chuuya but due to Dazai being a part of the Armed Detective Agency they had to keep it a secret. Dazai had no problem with this but both you and Chuuya weren’t really known to be good at being secretive. You were just too impulsive. Besides what if they had to attack the agency, what then?

But then again, none of you wanted to back down, therefore your relationship began.

General Relationship:

Dazai is a brat. He wants everything to go according to his plans. The fact that he’s very good at reading the both of you makes it easy for him to get his way. He doesn’t mind playing minor tricks or manipulation tactics to get you and Chuuya to do stuff you don’t originally want to do. It’s exhausting to constantly trying to understand if Dazai was genuine or just wanted you to do something. Chuuya suggested that he should just kick him in the face as a punishment but you preferred to actually communicate. The two of you sit Dazai down and tell him how awful you and Chuuya had been feeling. He’s shocked at first because he had no idea the issue had gotten that big, but he’s quick to apologize.

You and Chuuya mostly do the cooking. In fact you’re not going to even take credit, Chuuya is the actual one who cooks. You’re usually there more as an assistant. Since Dazai, for the sake of keeping the relationship off grid, comes home late the meals are usually prepared and waiting for him. Also Dazai tried to cook once, the kitchen caught on fire so Chuuya forbade him to cook ever again.

Dazai tends to tease the both of you a lot. Whenever the mafia and agency clashes in some way, he says the most inappropriate things and it flusters both of you. In fact, you saw the whole agency looking at Dazai with utter confusion and discomfort whenever he opened his mouth near the two of you. Chuuya ended up strangling Dazai when he got home and honestly, you let it go on more than necessary.

Unfortunately, since the relationship is secret you can’t really go on outside dates. The three of you stay indoors and your dates would usually consists of binging movies or reading books. The three of you decided to go out on full moons only. Chuuya would prepare a basket filled with you and Dazai’s favorites and would go on a moonlit picnic.

Chuuya is the jealous one. He hates when anyone so much as glances at you or Dazai. Of course, Dazai loves to play it up a bit especially if he KNOWS Chuuya can’t say anything or else he’ll be in trouble. In the end both you and Dazai shower the redhead with extra affection when the three of you are at home or else he’ll be super cranky for a week.

Dazai and Chuuya are both very open with their affection. They love to shower you with kisses and hugs. Chuuya especially. Since you and Chuuya work together it’s more easy for him to hold you hand or hug you from behind in the day time. Even if he would never admit it Dazai does get jealous because you two get to spend more time together while in the meanwhile he has to jump through hoops to see the two of you.

Chuuya smokes when he’s stressed and basically WW3 begins in the house. The two of you hate the smell and want him to stop.

“It’s just one smoke. It’s not like I smoke all the time.”

“SMOKING KILLS!”

“OH MY GOD IT’S JUST ONE SMOKE, I’M STRESSED!”

“DON’T TRY THAT CRAP ON ME WE WORK AT THE SAME PLACE!”

“Look you ALWAYS leave an empty carton of milk in the fridge and don’t get me started on Dazai!”

“What do I do?!”

“IT’S LIKE YOU DON’T EVEN TRY TO AIM WHEN YOU GO TO THE TOILET!”

When the three of you drink, usually wine, you and Dazai’s favorite thing is to get Chuuya drunk. He gets super clingy and affectionate and downright adorable when he’s drunk. Even with Dazai, Chuuya doesn’t hesitate to sit on his lap and give him a sloppy kiss and mumble how much he likes him. Then he starts to cry because he just loves the two of you so much and in the end he ALWAYS falls asleep on either yours or Dazai’s lap.

The fact that Chuuya and Dazai are absolute troublemakers you worry constantly. Even if you can keep an eye on Chuuya and make him not fight literally everyone that he sees, there’s really no telling what Dazai is up to. It gets to such a point that you end up crying in secret because the constant fear of losing either of them is just too much for you. When the two men learn of this they console you and decide to come up with a system where Dazai notifies them in every three hours by any means necessary. If he can, he also tries to texts more often.

While you and Chuuya love to cuddle, Dazai isn’t that much of a fan. Despite that he would entertain the two of you by wrapping his long arms and legs around both of you when you go to bed. You would usually be in the middle whilst Chuuya would be the little spoon. On days where Dazai came back especially late, he would find the two of you huddled up together. His heart would melt at the sight and after giving you and Chuuya a peck on the forehead, he would settle in, pulling you both closer to his body.

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Chuuya is the most nervous one among the three of you. Considering his former relationship with Dazai it’s hard for him to let himself be so vulnerable in front of the other. Much to Chuuya’s surprise, Dazai is patient with him and doesn’t do anything that might make him uncomfortable, he does love to tease Chuuya though. At this point teasing his loved ones is pretty much Dazai’s drug. As time passes Chuuya starts to trusts Dazai with his body and needs.

Dazai just screams dominant energy to you and you’re not mistaken. He would make you beg for his cock and tease you until you started to hump the nearest pillow with saliva dribbling down your mouth. He would want a show to say the least. He would tie Chuuya to a chair with his cock out and ready, then he would fuck you right in front of him, teasing Chuuya as he had his way with you. Asking Chuuya if the view was good, if he liked what he was doing to you, if he wanted to join them. He was also a fan of trying new things and toys as long as the two of you were okay with it.

Chuuya on the other hand was gentle as gentle could be. He would litter your flushed skin with soft kisses and make you feel like a true goddess. He would like to tease you in his own way. Chuuya would have his way with you in a slow and steady pace, sucking, licking and kissing every inch of your body. In the end you would writhe underneath him, begging him to put his cock in you and just fuck you already.

Seeing the two men for the first time together makes your cunt drip with want immediately. Dazai is quite tender with Chuuya and the way he slowly works him open with his long fingers and then fucks him is a huge turn on for you. The sight of Chuuya being filled with Dazai’s cock to the brim and the sweet noises of his moaning made you lose control. Your body would move on its own as you nestled yourself between Chuuya’s legs and sucked his hard cock.

When Dazai and Chuuya get together you are pretty much guaranteed to see stars. You love being filled up by both ends and feeling the two men you absolutely adore inside of you. Dazai would fuck you as you sucked on Chuuya’s cock. Both men groaning and moaning as they had their way with you. Being the one who has no self control Chuuya would wrap your hair around his fingers and started to blatantly fuck your mouth. You would the tip of his cock deep in your throat as you swallowed around him. Not liking to be ignored Dazai would snap his hips faster and harder, making you moan around Chuuya’s length. Your inner walls would clench around Dazai’s cock as you came. The two men would follow suit, both of them filling you up with their delicious cum to the brim.

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clonewarslover55 · 4 years ago

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Hi!! I love your blog sm ❤️ if you’re still taking requests, can you do one where Fi comforts the reader when she’s crying after a horrible week? If not it’s ok!! I just had like a terrible past two weeks and could really use some Fi cuddles... 🥺 tysm!!

Absolutely!!! I’m glad you enjoy my blog! I’m sorry you’ve had a terrible week and I’m sorry it took me a while to get to this!

Fi comforting the reader after a horrible week

Warnings: Crying

“What’s the matter?” Fi questioned, hugging you from behind. You relax into his warmth, his armor swapped out for some fuzzy pajama pants and a t-shirt. You turn around in his arms and your lip quivers a little. He frowns, his eyebrows knitted together at the expression on your face.

“This past week has just sucked.” You begin to cry as the words leave your mouth, hot tears staining your cheeks. Fi hugs you tightly, his hands stroking your hair and back soothingly. You sobbed into his neck, rambling about how horrible these past few days have been.

Fi listens, picking you up and carrying you into the bedroom. He sits down on the bed, holding you in his lap. You eventually stop rambling, so your face is just buried into his neck as you silently sob.

He rubs your back, whispering assuring words until your sobs turn into little hiccups and sniffs. “It’s alright now.” Fi whispered, pressing a kiss to your head. You nodded, pulling back with bloodshot eyes to look at him.

Fi smiles softly, “Better?” You nod, Fi laying down with you on his chest. “I love you.” He mummers, his hands still softly stroking your skin in a comforting manner. “I love you too.” You smile at him, sleepy from how worked up you had gotten.

Fi kisses your forehead. “Rest.” You nod, curling up against his warm and comforting body.

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#Republic Commando #republic commandos #omega squad #fi #fi skirata #fi x reader

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sleepychai-fics · 5 years ago

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Virgil x Pride!Reader - Anxious Pride

Request: @hhh-angels Hiiii ily do u think we could get a virgil x female reader where virgil is like... super anxious but gets confident around reader, and reader is a new side like pride or something but is secretly really anxious cause drama?? Idk just a thought (bonus point for Virge being jealous that Pride is hanging out with the other sides even though they're not together and the other sides making fun of him for it) ;) okay luv u mwah

Im so sorry for posting this later than usual, i hope its ok. Not the best i could come up with, im sorry. I hope it good enough.

Pronouns: Neutral

Words: 1293

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Whenever Virgil sees you chatting it up with any of the other sides, he gets this weird feeling.

He knows exactly what the feeling is, but he will deny it with his entire being. He hates it and will never admit anything to anyone about it.

You’ve only been here for barely a month and he’s already crushing hard on you. It’s like he’s a teenager again. He hates it. But he can’t help but admit he wants you, so badly.

“You’re stalking her.” Remus whispers directly into his ear. Virgil jumps off the chair, whipping around to face Remus and Janus. They both dawn on their own sinister smiles, eyes glinting with mischief.

“What the fuck?!” Virgil whisper-shouts at them. “I am not stalking them.”

“You’re right.” Janus speaks up. “I believe the proper term for it is ‘eyeballing’.”

The two dark sides laugh at Virgil as he berates them with a huff.

“You know, there is a thing called talking. Try it with them.”

Virgil practically snarls at Remus before marching away from them.

He can still hear their obnoxious laughter even as he enters the kitchen. He heads straight to the fridge, opening its door and grabbing a soda can.

“Hey Virge!” Patton hops beside him. “We’re just about to play a video game! Want to join?”

He looks up at Patton, seeing his bright smile, before glancing into the living room. Roman and Logan are both there, setting up the gaming box below the TV.

He almost says no, but then he sees you with an arm full of snacks, dumping them onto the table before grabbing a controller.

Without looking back at Patton, he answers. “Yeah. Sure. Why not.”

Patton’s smile brightens.

/\/\/\/\

After hours of playing video game after video game, it was finally decided that it was bedtime.

You had retreated to that idea an hour ago, having yawned yourself to sleep. For some reason, in your sleep you had grabbed onto and cuddled up to Virgil.

He was on the brink of a heart attack when it happened. He just froze, did not twitch a single muscle. Not just because he was shocked, but because he saw your peaceful sleeping face and didn't want to wake you.

So he sat still, only moving his fingers on the controller when his muscles began to ache and tingle with numbness, he did not move.

Roman throws out his arms in an eccentric yawn, before bidding goodnight and trekking upstairs to his bedroom, followed closely by Logan who did his own smaller yawn. Patton switches off the TV and the console before turning his attention to Virgil.

“Hey kiddo. Do you mind taking them up to their bed?” He whispers, just enough for Virgil to hear.

Virgil nods as a response, putting the controller down beside him.

Patton smiles, waves goodnight, and makes his own way up towards his room.

Slowly, Virgil inches away from you enough to slip off of the couch. His arms remain behind your head, ensuring it doesn’t move too much. Thankfully you don’t jostle from the movement.

He kneels in front of you on the floor, hooking an arm under your knees. As he stands up, he pulls you off the couch and to his chest.

You twitch at the change, but snuggle comfortably into Virgil. A blush paints his features at your reaction, but he pushes it away and turns to walk up the stairs.

Once he makes it to your room, he opens the door slowly with his foot, thanking whatever being is up there that your door had been left slightly ajar.

Although the room lacks light, it’s bright with a rainbow of colours. Pride flags are scattered throughout your room. Pinned on all your walls, one hanging across your room, practically acting as a curtain. Miniature flags are placed at random throughout your room. It’s the perfect room to have as the side of Pride.

Virgil steps up to your bed. He lays you down on top of the covers and gently rests your head on the pillow. He doesn’t want to move you around or risk waking you up while trying to drag the blanket out from under you, so instead, Virgil goes and grabs a spare blanket from the hallway closet.

He lays the blanket on top of you, gently tucking it in around your frame.

He can’t help but sit there and watch you sleep. Creepy, he knows. But to see you with such a peaceful expression makes his heart flutter in awe.

Virgil stands up, getting ready to leave you be.

“Virgil?”

He flinches at your soft call of his name. He must’ve woken you up. He turns to face you, catching your half-lidded gaze.

“Can you stay with me for a bit? Please?”

At first, Virgil is surprised that you don’t seem mad at the disturbance to your sleep. He expected you to be annoyed with him and kick him out of your room and yell in frustration. But you somehow want the opposite. Well, who is he to deny your wishes?

With a nod, Virgil returns to kneel beside your bed.

“Are you okay?” It’s against his better judgement to ask you, but he feels like something is wrong with you, and he wants to see if he can get you to tell him.

You remain silent for a minute before you speak. “Can I say something? No judgement?”

“Of course.” Virgil couldn’t have replied faster if he tried. “What’s on your mind?”

You hesitate for a bit, eyes looking anywhere but Virgil. “I’m always scared whenever Thomas goes out to places.”

He tilts his head as he responds. “What are you scared of?”

A soft sigh heaves out from you as you shrug. “Being hunted down. I know I’m over exaggerating but I think you get my point.”

Virgil nods. He knows these thoughts all too well. He lifts his hand up and gently rests it on your cheek. Your eyes flick up to meet his. He can’t help the way his heart clenches at the sight of tears brimming your eyes.

“I’m scared we’ll get kicked out of every place we enter. Scared to be humiliated and claimed an outcast and be kicked to the streets.”

Virgil can’t take it anymore. He lets his instincts take over. He stands up, causing you to flinch and close your eyes. For a second, you’re afraid he’ll leave you alone. But that fear disappears once you feel the mattress dip behind you.

Virgil’s arm curls around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His other arm slips underneath your head, acting as a secondary pillow.

“There’s no need to be scared. I get it. I understand where that fear comes from. But I think you forget how many people love and respect Thomas for who he is.”

You’re stunned into silence. You didn’t think about that. You forgot how much his online fans love him. How much everyone who knows Thomas loves him.

“Think of his fans as a personal army of love,” Virgil continues. The hand around your waist gently latches onto yours. His instincts are running on overdrive. Man is he lucky you can’t see his face right now. “And the Pride Knights are a thing.”

A soft chuckle escapes from you. “I forgot about the Pride Knights.” Running on your own instincts, you nestle closer into Virgil, letting his warmth cascade throughout your body.

“Thank you Virgil.”

Virgil hums, tilting his head to nuzzle his face in your hair. “You’re welcome. I’m always here for you. No matter what.”

Smiles spread across both of your features, the comfort of the embrace guiding the both of you down the trail of blissful sleep.

#tss #Thomas sanders #sanders sides #virgil sanders #virgil x reader #virgil sanders x reader #pride!reader #sanders sides x reader

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weirdlyhornyforegos · 5 years ago

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Eric Derekson x reader

@narukorose3333 : Hi. this is the first time I'm sending request in on anyone's page I was wondering if you will be able to do 18,85 and 77 for Eric, but if that's too much you can leave one out, I love reading you fanfics. Thank you for being amazing!!

18: “Are you wearing my shirt?” & 77:“Tell me what you like.” & 85: “Did you dress up just for me?”

MINORS DNI! For being a first-time requester, you certainly got me down to a T

When Eric gets into headquarters that morning, there is something different about him. There is nothing very noticeable, he hasn’t cut his hair, changed his glasses, or anything like that, but there is something.

It takes you almost the whole day to realise what it is. The shirt he is wearing is not his. It’s yours. It’s one of those shirts that you just by happenstance don’t wear often, meaning it mostly stays in the back of your closet.

It doesn’t fit quite right on Eric, but it looks better on him you think than it ever did on you. You surmise he must have taken it when he slept over at your place a few days ago. The thought of it, and seeing him in your shirt, makes a warm feeling settle in your stomach.

You end up cornering him in the kitchen while he makes coffee, coming up silently behind him, and putting your hands on his waist, making him jump as you speak into his ear.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” Eric squeaks, and you can tell he’s starting to blush already.

“You know, you could have just asked for one of my shirts instead of taking it.” You kiss at his neck, resting your head on his shoulder while he starts to talk.

“I, I just... I just thought it looked, nice, and I-” You hum and slip your hands around him, pulling him close to you, making him squirm in your grasp.

“It does look nice on you, I think you should keep it... You look very good in my clothes, makes me a little hot under the collar to be honest with you.” That last sentence is barely above a whisper, as you can hear someone walking towards the kitchen.

You let go of Eric, he grips the counter so hard you think he might fall over if he lets go. Chuckling, you give his cheek a brief kiss before leaving the room, giving a quick wave to Wilford as you pass him right outside the door. You can hear Wilford ask Eric why he is so red, and Eric saying it’s nothing, clearly flustered. You grin to yourself, starting to whistle as you walk away.

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A few hours later, it’s time to go home. To your delight, Eric and you had already planned for him to come home with you to eat dinner tonight the last time he had been over. Eric follows you in his own car, and you can’t help but check the back mirror several times, already planning out what’s going to happen when the two of get to your destination.

When you have parked your car in its usual spot, you lean against it, waiting for Eric to park his own. When he gets over to you, you push yourself off the car, taking his hand in yours and give him a quick kiss.

You can tell Eric is becoming more and more flustered as you walk hand in hand together to your apartment. Unlocking your door, you take the two of you inside, taking off your coat and shoes as soon as you’re inside, Eric doing the same. You take on of his hands in yours, kissing his knuckles and bringing his attention to you.

“Did you dress up just for me?” Eric stutters for a little bit, opening and closing his mouth several times, before just nodding as an answer. He’s blushing hard, and you can’t help but to find him adorable and hot at the same time.

You pull Eric close, letting the hand not holding his fall on his hip. You kiss him, lips sliding over his as you start to pull at him. The kisses are slow, slightly uncoordinated as you start to walk backwards, pulling him with you without breaking the kiss.

When you feel the couch at the back of your shins, you sit down, pulling Eric down with you. The kiss breaks, and Eric gasps as he finds himself in your lap. You grin up at him, hands resting on his hips. You lean in for a quick kiss on his lips, moving down to pepper kisses along your neck. Eric squirms in your lap, grabbing ahold of your shoulders as yours squeeze his waist.

“Tell me what you like.” You hear Eric try to answer, but the only sound that comes out is stuttering. You let him take his time, simply kissing more of his neck, even sucking a small hickey at on point, hands simply resting against his hips as he tries to gather himself enough to answer.

“Your hand and f-fi-fingers.” You hum, abandoning his neck on favor of kissing his lips again.

“Good.” Eric blushes even more at the praise. You keep kissing him, he kisses back with hesitant enthusiasm. You let one of your hands slip from his hip to his front, pressing down slightly. Eric draws in a sharp breath at the pressure at his cock and breaks away from your kissing, but rocks into the touch. You palm at his cock, feeling it harden under your hand, and listen to all the little noises Eric make.

When your hand leaves Eric cock, he lets out a little whine, but then your hand is opening the button on his pants, and then dragging his zipper down. You push down his underwear, letting his cock spring free. Eric shivers slightly, and then your hand is on his cock. He moans, and bucks into your hand. You give a light squeeze before beginning to move.

You set a slow tempo at first. You barely move your hand, there’s almost no friction, just your hand sliding up and down with almost no pressure. Eric whines, hands moving from your shoulders to your hair, pulling you into a kiss. You grin, thumbing at his head as he kisses you.

Eric can’t stop moving his hips, and soon he’s breaking away inbetween kisses to breathlessly ask for more.

You let him do it a few times before speeding up, using the ample amount of pre-cum he’s already leaking to lube up your hand. Your hand on his hip urge him to thrust into your hand in time with your movements. He does so, breaking away from your kissing once more. Wanting to have your lips on him still, you move back to his neck, planting kisses all over it while he rocks int your hand with breathless moans.

Eric tells you he’s close by low whispers of your name, barely there and pleading. You encourage him by speeding up even more, the movement making sounds that makes Eric get even redder. He comes hard, covering your hand and the front of your shirts with his cum. You stroke him through it, feeling him shake apart in your grasp. You let go of his cock, gripping his hips with both hands once more and kissing him.

You rearrange the two of you so Eric is on his back on the couch, with you settled inbetween his legs. Eric gives you a questioning look, and you smile at him.

“That was only my hand, you said you wanted my fingers too.” Eric eyes widen as he realises the meaning of your words. His hands moves to take his shirt (your shirt) off when you begin with his pants, but you stop him.

“No, keep it on.” A quick once over, and a lick of lips. “For me.”

“Oh, ok- okay.” You pull his pants off completely, sitting back to enjoy the sight of him. His hair is a mess, his glasses is askew, the shirt (your shirt) is covered in his cum. You resist the urge to keep staring, instead leaning down to kiss him.

“I’m going to get lube, and then I’ll be right back, you just lay here and stay pretty for me okay?” Eric nods, and you get up, quickly going to the bedroom and finding the lube. You have half a mind to move you and Eric in here, but that’s for later.

Instead you admire the view of him as you get back in the living room. Settling back down between his legs, you give him quick kiss. Leaning back a little, you cover your fingers in lube. Eric watches you with nervous energy, his hands twisting up in your (his?) shirt.

Your hand goes between his legs, briefly letting your hand slide over his cock. One finger probes and pushes gently into him, and Eric gasps. You move slow, letting Eric adjust to the feeling.

Shifting around a little, you’re able to lean down and softly start to kiss along Eric’s cock, which is slowly getting interested in things again. Eric gasps at your mouth and finger working him slowly, his hands moving to grasp at your hair.

You lick a long stripe from the base of his cock to the very tip, and at the same time you add another finger into Eric. Eric moans, trying to move down on your fingers as best as he can.

Two fingers soon turn to three, and it’s not long before Eric is a gasping, shivering, breathless mess. His attention split between your mouth and fingers, he can hardly seem to decide which he wants more. He rocks into both, urgent movements telling you that he’s close. You listen to all the wonderful noises he makes as he gets closer and closer to the edge.

As he shakes apart from your actions a second time, your lips are around his cock, swallowing as much as you can. What spills out from your lips you lick up as Eric tries to catch his breath, sensitive cock twitching. You sit up a little, Eric legs resting on either side of you, utterly boneless. He watches you with wonder in his gaze.

You almost laugh as you realise his glasses are still on. Leaning down, you gently take them off and drop them on the ground next to his pants, and kiss him. Eric makes a noise in the back of his throat, spent and satisfied.

As you start to get up, Eric protest and stops you with his hands on your hips.

“What, what about you?” You smile at him, moving his hands off your hips.

“I can wait. Now, let’s get you to bed.” You get off the couch, pulling Eric with you towards the bedroom. Once in there, you get the two of you into bed. Eric cuddles close, and falls asleep not long after. Ignoring your own arousal, you try to do the same.

But once Eric wakes, if he lets you, you’re going to fuck him into the mattress.

#eric derekson #eric derekson x reader #eric derekson fic #eric derekson fanfiction #reader insert #lemon #my writing

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kweebtrash · 5 years ago

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Smut Prompt Request 99

99. “I know they’re just stuffed animals but doesn’t it feel weird? its like they’re watching us.”

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Warnings: recording sexual acts

Features: cockwarming, nipple sucking, kissing, thrusting, unprotected sex, shy reader

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“I know they’re just stuffed animals but doesn’t it feel weird? its like they’re watching us.” I said as I looked to my left and saw a small pile of stuffed animals that Johnny usually kept at the corner of his bed.

He snorted and continued scrolling on his phone. "Babe, seriously?" He adjusted his head on my chest and folded his left hand in mine.

"Don't give me that tone! It's just the beady little eyes. Like empty voids trying to steal my soul."

He perked up and hovered above me, an annoyed look on his face. "You're so weird, I swear."

I kissed him swiftly then smushed his face away. "I'm not the 24 year old sleeping with stuffed animals!"

"That's a fucking lie but ok. Whatever makes you happy. I'll tell that to your purple llama plush next time i'm over at your place."

My eyes narrowed as I glared at him. "Shut up."

"Yeah, don't like it now, do ya?" He dropped his phone for a moment to grab my waist and pull me close. His lips sprinkled kisses all over my nose, cheeks, and lips, making me giggle as I tried to stop him. He began tickling me and I couldn't help but squirm away. However, my movement cause him to nudge his hips against mine and I had to bite down on my lip quickly to suppress a moan.

It had been his idea to lay together in his bed, which was nothing out of the ordinary for us, except this time he discarded my shorts and busied himself with teasing me. Sucking on his fingers provided wetness for him to slide through my folds and add extra stimulation when he rubbed tiny circles into my clit. A finger or two came next to work me open, coupled with a few sloppy kisses that made our lips slightly swollen.

He humped against my backside like a dog to which I made fun of him until I felt how hard he was getting from the friction. He tossed off his own sleep shorts and kept me spooned against his body, lifting a leg up so he could rub his shaft against me. I closed my eyes and sighed softly when the tip of his cock poked against my entrance. I never knew why I always seemed too small for him. It's not like I wasn't used to his girth, just that every time he filled me my body treated it like a new experience and trapped him like a vice. He loved that snug feeling; he had told me so on many occasions when sweat dripped down the sides of his face and his thrusting became erratic with the threat of release.

When he gave me time to adjust after he pushed himself all the way in, he decided to switch positions and laid on top of me instead. I wasn't expecting him to cuddle my chest or sigh dreamily. He didn't even move save to get his phone and browse through whatever social media app caught his attention. He stayed inside me, warm and protected, cozy and docile, while I petted his hair back and kissed his forehead. Lately, he had succumbed to the fad of cockwarming and to be quite honest it was so wholesome and intimate that I felt like it brought us closer together. He was adorable when all he wanted to do was cuddle and bury himself inside me and many a times we would fall asleep like that.

Now, with his sudden movement, the tip of his cock grazed against a particularly sensitive spot deep within me. My skin turned rosy at the feeling and I could see the evil smirk on his face already. "Hmm? I can't hear you babe. What did you say?"

I slapped his chest and rolled my eyes. "Be quiet! You're not supposed to move. You’re just supposed to stay in there!"

"But what if I move just a little bit?" He slowly dragged himself out only to push back in, gently yet full of pleasure promises. I covered my mouth with the back of my hand and closed my eyes to avoid how gorgeous and tempting he looked. "I should get that pretty little face of yours on camera. Then I could watch it any time I want and tease the fuck out of you."

I gasped when he jerked his hips again which made my thighs almost snap shut. "Don't you dare, Johnny!"

"Whaaaatt? It's not like we haven't done it before. Remember the little movie we made during our vacation? You loved being in the starring role."

I hated when he teased me and the biggest pout dawned on my lips. "Get out. You don't get anymore nice warm time. You don't deserve it." He grabbed his phone and held the camera above my face. I heard the little ping of the recording beginning and tried to slap his hands away. "Johnny, I swear!"

He held both my wrists in his large hand and angled the view towards my helpless face. "Be a good girl for me, yeah?" Another deep thrust and I was silenced, giving up on my plans to toss his phone against the wall and instead zeroing in on the way every ridge and vein on his shaft glided against me. I could hear the wetness between us, growing louder as he continued to pump into me. I cracked open an eye and saw that he had now directed the camera at the junction between us, capturing his thrusts and the muted moans he let out in short bursts.

I swallowed hard when he licked his lips as he watched us through the phone and in real time. "You're a pervert." I whimpered.

He chuckled deeply. I hated the bass in his voice as it made my body shiver. “Well, I’m not arguing with you there.” A soft breath shuddered his body and his concentration increased meaning I would be stuck succumbing to his teasing and videography. He leaned back onto his calves and pushed my legs wider apart. From there he slid his hand up my hip to my stomach then to my shirt that had ridden up to below my chest when we were moving around. He moved it over the swell of my breasts, exposing them for the camera. I quickly cover my face, the angle of my arms shoving my breasts together unintentionally.

Johnny let out a low whistle. “Looking good, babe”

I tried kicking him but he centered all of his weight on top of me. i felt kisses at the bottom of my ribcage working their way up to cross over my nipple. I couldn’t help the sigh i exhaled as his full lips cupped around the pert bud and drew it into his mouth. I dug my fingers into his silky hair and kept him close as I whimpered his name. He smiled into my skin, pulling away just enough to lap at the sensitive area. Glancing to the side I noticed him turning the front facing camera view towards us. He was mumbling into my skin about how good i was making him feel already and how badly he wanted to cum inside me, while i was still trying to hide. In a desperate attempt I grabbed a teddy bear from the pile and pressed it over my face.

Johnny laughed again as he watched me be an embarrassed fool. “Why so shy, hm? And why’d you have to pick Sir Lancelot of all the plushies?”

“Because you’re embarrassing me! I bet I look terrible! We’ve been in bed all day!”

“That’s what you’re worried about? Looking cute?”

I lowered the bear a little so i could peek up at him. “Well...i mean if you’re going to watch it again later I want to at least look nice.”

“Actually i��m kind of into you holding onto my bear all innocent like when we both know you’re a devil on the inside.”

“That’s not true!” I nibbled at the bear’s ear and batted my lashes. “I promise i’m a good girl.”

He licked his lips and adjusted the camera view again before commanding me to lay on my stomach with my ass up in the air. “Now there’s my little porn star. Let’s get on with the show, shall we?”

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halsteadbrothersfanfics · 5 years ago

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All Better?

Will had known from the age of six that he'd grow up to be a doctor. He could pinpoint the exact moment the idea was planted in his head. It was one of his fondest memories and never failed to make him smile. Sometimes, when he was stressed, or sad Will would think back on it and almost immediately feel better. Guess childhood memories had that effect.

Reaching out with his hand to tightly grip Jay's, Will let out a shuddering breath. Tears blurred his vision as he tried to recall those memories up now. Anything to help reconcile the image of his brother's prone and broken body laying before him. Anything to help drown out the continuous beeping of the heart monitor in the corner. He supposed that it should grant him a small amount of comfort but unfortunately all it did was remind how much of a failure he was as a brother.

So instead, he imagined the beeping turning into the sound of Jay's laughter, echoing down the hallway of their childhood home. His small and unsteady feet trying their hardest to keep up with Will as they ran around the furniture.

At the respective ages of five and two, both brothers were bundles of boundless energy. Unfortunately for Jay, he hadn't quite developed the fine motor functions required to weave his way around all the furniture and toys without bumping into something. Will could still remember the exact feeling of horror he had, when upon turning around to gloat victoriously from atop the couch, he saw Jay trip over the edge of the rug and smack the ground with a loud thud.

Jay went chin first, sliding a few inches across the carpet. Both boys were silent for a few seconds before Jay's face scrunched up in pain and he let out a loud wail. Will frantically slid off the couch and ran towards Jay, praying their father wouldn't wake up. He had just gotten home from a graveyard shift a few hours ago and was supposed to be watching them while their mother was at a doctor's appointment, but as soon as the door had closed behind her, their father had rounded on Will. The instructions had been clear.

"You are responsible for Jay and you will under no circumstances, wake me before my alarm goes off."

Panicking slightly, Will pulled Jay onto his lap as best he could. Jay was clutching his chin with a hand and sobbing, his face red with anger. Gently Will pulled Jay's hand away from his chin, frowning at the rug burn.

"It's ok," Will said confidently. "I can make it better, but you have to be big like me and not cry. We don't want daddy to wake up. Can you be big like me?" Will asked.

Jay smashed his lips together tightly to keep from crying, chin quivering. He ended up looking more grumpy than brave but Will wasn't about to mention it. Slowly they stood up, Will grabbing Jay's hand and pulling him towards the bathroom.

With great determination Will managed to help Jay climb up and sit on the edge of the tub, just like their mama did when she cleaned up Will's scrapes and cuts. Giving Jay a quick kiss on the head, Will climbed up onto the counter, grabbing all the necessary items before sliding back down onto the floor.

"You're doing a good job," Will reminded Jay when he started to sniffle again. "Don't worry, it'll be all better soon."

Will opened the bottle of rubbing alcohol and tried to carefully pour it on the rag he held. Unfortunately it ended up spilling more onto the floor than the rag. Jay giggled slightly at the mess, laughing harder when Will stuck his tongue out at him. It was nice to hear Jay laugh, knowing he was the one that made him feel better.

"Be brave," Will said. "This is going to sting but then you get a bandaid. We even have blue ones." Holding the bandaids out for Jay, Will took advantage of the distraction they provided, and quickly dabbed the rag across Jay's rug burn, praising him so he wouldn't start crying again. Once that was done Will blew gently across the wound until it dried and applied a blue bandaid. He examined his handy work for a second before adding a bunch more, just in case.

"All bedder?" Jay asked, staring wide eyed up at Will when he was finally done.

"Mmhmm, all better." Will confirmed with a nod of satisfaction. Mama would be proud of him right now. "C'mon let's go get some popcorn and watch tv."

Will smiled slightly to himself at the memory. Their mother had come home an hour later to find them cuddled up on the couch watching cartoons and shoving their faces with popcorn. He had been so proud of himself that day and any other time he'd needed to patch Jay up. His younger brother had been a bit of a wild child, always getting himself hurt trying to do dangerous things.

After that day though, Jay wanted to do everything Will did, looking up to Will like he was a hero. Will wished he could have lived up to Jay's expectations, been the hero he needed. He didn't feel like a hero much right now, he just felt like a failure.

"It's not your fault." Connor's voice sounded from the doorway.

"You don't know what you're talking about." Will snapped back, purposely refusing to look at the other man. His grip on Jay's hand tightened when he heard Connor make his way into the room, standing at the edge of the bed.

"I do actually, because no matter how hard you try you can't control someone else's actions. You didn't make your father push Jay down a flight of steps, just like you didn't make Jay go over there."

Snarling in anger, Will whipped around to glare at Connor. "Don't you dare try and blame Jay for this. I should have known something would happen and stopped it, that's my job as his brother. I'm supposed to protect him."

Connor held his hands up placatingly, "I'm not blaming him and I'm not blaming you, no matter how much you think you deserve it. You had no idea something like this could happen. Your father, the one who pushed him, didn't even know. It was pure bad luck Jay fell the way he did."

Will shook his head, "Doesn't change anything, I knew that one day our dad would go too far." He turned back to face Jay. "Dad was already pissed that he was being moved into a new place, I shouldn't have let Jay go help him alone. I can't make this better. I can't fix the fact that our father almost killed him."

"I know I'm not going to be able to change your mind on that but I'm sure as hell, that your brother is going to be pissed when he wakes up and sees you like this." Connor forced Will to look at him. "You can't go back in time and stop this from happening, but if you want to help your brother then you can stop wallowing in self guilt. The only thing that can come from that is hurting yourself and Jay because lord knows, he is exactly like you. He sees you suffering and he will feel just as guilty as you do now and he sure as hell doesn't need that extra stress."

Connor didn't want to be mean to Will right now but no one was doing anything and he couldn't just sit back and allow Will to self destruct. They may have their arguments but Will was still his friend and what else are friends for, then to be there, lending a helping hand to pull you back onto your feet when you need it most. Right now, Will definitely needed that hand.

As much as Will wanted to argue that he should be suffering alone with Jay, he knew Connnor was right. Jay would spot his guilt from a mile away and ignore his own health just to ease Will's suffering. They were too much alike for comfort sometimes. "I need him to be alright."

"He will be," Connor said confidently, even though he knew better. "He is already showing remarkable improvement from when he was brought in. The swelling around his brain has reduced to a comfortable enough level for them to remove the drain later tonight. You might be stubborn as hell but I'm pretty sure Jay has you trumped there. No way in hell he'll let this take him out."

Will let out a weak laugh. "Your right. That pains me to say, by the way."

"I generally am," Connor said, feeling slightly better now that Will seemed to be coming out of his funk. "I'll be back to check up on both of you later." He gave Will a comforting pat on the back before making his way out of the room, stopping when he heard Will call his name.

"Thank you," Will said. "I needed to hear that." Connor nodded his head, leaving as quietly as he arrived.

Will turned back to his brother, focusing all his attention on the injured man. He leaned in, whispering in Jay's ear, "I promise you that no matter what happens, I'm always going to be there for you. I know I wasn't there for you after I left for college but I'll never leave you again. You just have to come back to me." Will choked out the last sentence, bowing his head in prayer.

A few hours passed until Jay was taken to have the drain removed. Will stood in the hallway watching them take his little brother away. He knew it would be a while before they returned so he found a spot where his co-workers couldn't find him easily. Natalie had been eyeing him with great concern and he knew she wanted to talk to him but right now he just needed a moment alone, to gather his thoughts before Jay came back. Finding an empty room to hole up in, Will sunk down with his head between his knees, allowing his mind to wander to better times again. A time when he had been there to protect Jay.

Will had never been one for violence, that was more Jay's area, even for someone who came from Canary Ville. Sure, he knew how to throw a swing or two but he'd rather avoid it if he could. Unfortunately it was something the bullies in his grade had noticed rather quickly. They'd throw a punch once or twice, maybe say some rude things, but it never really bothered him that much. Most of it never even phased him enough for more than a passing thought.

Jay on the other hand took great offense to it when he found out, which wasn't until his freshman year and Will's senior year. It was just dumb luck Will had been walking by when he was close enough to hear Jay confront one of his bullies. Now Jay, unlike his older brother, loved to get into fights. He might not have been large in size, his growth spurt came a little late in the height department, but he didn't take shit from anybody and loved to have a chance to prove himself. So of course when he decided to take care of the people messing with his older brother he had to confront the largest one of the bunch. A large jock who looked like he might be taking steroids.

Will had heard Jay's yelp as he went sprawling to the ground, struggling to stand back up when the jock's foot kicked him in the side. He went back down to the ground, wind knocked out of him. Will's entire body seemed to burn with anger and all he could think about was beating the living hell out of the asshole attacking his brother. At the time he was unaware that Jay had started the fight, not that it would have mattered, and simply assumed the jock had decided that Jay was an easy target like his brother.

"Hey!" Will shouted, dropping his things and running towards the fight.

"Well would you look at this, your brother wants a beating too." The jock smirked down at Jay, completely ignoring Will. The smile was knocked off his face when Will spun him around delivering a swift punch to the nose. The bully howled and stumbled back, surprised that the other male had actually hit him and that it hurt so much. "You bastard! You're going to pay for that!"

"Fuck you," Will yelled, hitting him with an upper cut in the solar plexus, knocking the breath out of him. As the jock gasped for air, Will quickly punched him in the kidney and his body spasmed for a second. Blinded with anger, Will hit him again and again screaming obscenities, until someone was pulling him away.

"Will! Stop!" Jay yelled, pulling his brother away from the whimpering mess on the ground.

Will panted heavily for a second, taking a moment to catch his breath, before noticing the large crowd that had gathered around them.

"We gotta go before a teacher shows up," Jay urged, continuing to tug on his older brother's arm. Will allowed himself to be pulled away from glaring at the writhing mess on the ground. "That was so cool, I knew you could take him."

Will groaned at his little brother. "Did you plan this?" He wouldn't put it past the little brat, Jay was surprisingly conniving when he wanted to be.

"Of course not," Jay said with a smirk. "We should probably skip the rest of the day. I doubt he'll rat on you but it might be better not to test it."

Will chose not to respond but allowed Jay to lead him off campus. He watched as Jay chatted on about how cool Will was, his smile bright as could be even though he was obviously going to have a nasty black eye tomorrow, if not within the next few hours. Jay bruised easily, their mother said it was because his skin was so pale.

They made their way to a nearby park to sit down for a few minutes, while Will examined Jay's head. "Why did he go after you?" Will finally asked.

"Well," Jay started sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "I might have started it."

"Seriously? C'mon man you're like half his size, why would you do that?" Will asked, feeling frustrated.

"Because he's an ass to you! He can't just treat you like that, someone had to stop him."

Jay yelled, quick to defend himself. He might have miscalculated his abilities but Will showed up and everything had been fine, better than fine. "You kicked his ass, Will. Why were you letting him mess with you if you didn't have too?"

"Because it doesn't bother me and despite what dad says, fighting isn't the answer to everything." Will flopped onto his back on the grass once he was sure Jay was going to be fine. "Besides. I got lucky. I surprised him and knew enough anatomy to know where to hit him. Probably got lucky hitting the right spots too."

Cocking his head to the side, Jay looked curiously at his brother. "What do you mean? What's anatomy got to do with punching a dude."

"Hit a guy in the solar plexus you knock the breath out of them, hit them on the kidney it will kinda paralysis them with pain. At least that's what I got from the book." Will looked over at Jay staring at him in awe. "Don't give me that look, it's also really dangerous. You can seriously hurt someone and I shouldn't have done it. So don't go trying it on someone, you little maniac."

Jay smiled innocently, "Who me? I would never."

"You're a menace," Will groaned.

"I know but I'll always have you to make it all better," Jay replied with a cheeky grin.

The door to the room he was in opened, distracting Will from the memory. He looked up to see Natalie standing in the doorway, silently asking to join him. Sighing, he waved her in, patting the spot next to him.

"I'm going to be ok," Will informed her. "Just needed some time to get myself together."

"I know." Natalie sat down next to him, reaching over to hold his hand tightly. "But if you need someone to lean on, I'm here. You might have to be strong for Jay but you don't have to be for me."

Will gave her a watery smile, clutching her hand tighter in his. "Thank you. I might have to take you up on that when Jay starts driving me up the wall about getting back to work."

They laughed with each other before falling into a comfortable silence. Natalie broke the quiet, "They wrapped everything up a few minutes ago, they should be bringing Jay out soon. All the scans are looking good so far."

"Do you think I'll have to tell him what happened?" Will asked suddenly.

Natalie faltered for a moment before giving Will a weak smile. "You might have too, or someone else could do it. Connor or I, maybe Voight?"

"Lord, no. Not Voight." Will shuddered. As much as Voight might care about his team, gently breaking bad news to someone was never going to be something Will could imagine him doing. Although, being a cop probably required it fairly often so he might actually be good at it. Still though, this was Will's job. "I should be the one to tell him."

"Ok." Natalie stood up, offering a hand to help pull Will up. "Should probably get back there, wouldn't want to miss your spot next to his bed. I hear it's the most wanted seat in the hospital right now."

Laughing, Will allowed Natalie to help him to his feet. "His team only dreams they could have that spot, I'm almost certain I nearly grew roots there earlier."

The two laughed together as they made their way back to Jay's room. Seeing his brother already back in the room, Will quickly made his way to the chair beside him and grabbed his hand again. He heard Natalie get a call for an incoming trauma, so he settled down as comfortably as possible to wait out the time until Jay woke up. A few visitors came by, mostly the intelligence unit, but other than that Will was left alone with his thoughts until he finally fell asleep.

A sharp painful yank came from Will's scalp causing him to swat the air. "Stop." The tugging continued, growing incessantly more annoying every time. Whining, Will swatted the air again in an attempt to make it stop.

"Willll, oh Willll, wake up you weirdo." Jay's voice slurred.

Will shot straight up at the sound of his brother's voice, quickly remembering where he was. "Jay! Oh, thank god."

Jay smiled dopely up at his brother. "They gave me the good drugs."

Will had trouble keeping his laughter at bay watching Jay act so completely out of character. "I can tell, you seem like you've been awake for awhile."

"Yup," Jay continued to smile brightly, even though he was obviously falling asleep already. "I told'em no, good drugs, but they said yes, good drugs. You think Voight is gonna be mad they gave me drugs." Jay started speaking in a whisper. "Drugs are bad."

Will couldn't keep the smile off his face, just so happy Jay seemed to be completely fine mentally. He bent his head giving the back of Jay's hand a kiss, ignoring the whines about cooties, thanking every deity out there that Jay was ok.

"Get some more sleep," Will ordered, noticing Jay struggling to keep his eyes open.

Jay nodded sleepily, "Everything's going to be all better?"

"Yeah, everything's going to be all better," Will promised, brushing Jay's hair gently out of his face as the younger male drifted off to sleep. If there was one thing he'd learned thinking back on his past, it was that he may not always be there to prevent Jay from getting hurt, but he sure as hell would be there after. He would never abandon Jay when he needed Will, because after all, what else are big brothers for?

#halstead brothers #jay halstead #will halstead #jay and will halstead #one-shot #whump fic #chicago pd #chicago med

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peonybane · 5 years ago

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Agape and Pragma: Chapter 11

Pairings: OT7 (BTS) x Reader

Word Count: 4.9 k

Genre: Hybrid AU, Fluff, Angst, Sci-Fi, Crack, Smut

Chapter Specific Notes: Fluff, Crack, SMUT

Warnings: Some barely there MxM, threesome, light anal play, female and male receiving oral, ..., wall sex. Jungkook is a very excited lover. That should be it.

Summary: Your entire world had be torn asunder by just one lab test. Time heals all wounds, but does it really? What will it take to feel whole again?

Hybrid Types: Peacock Jin, Serval Yoongi, Golden Retriever Hoseok, Gray Wolf Namjoon, Scottish Fold House Cat Jimin, Great Dane Taehyung, and French Lop Eared Rabbit Jungkook

a/n: Thank you very much to @ropeseok for helping me out with this chapter. This was giving me really bad anxiety but I couldn’t have gotten through it without her guidance.

<— Previous (Chapter 10)

You had just parked the car in the driveway when you took a deep breath, leaning back. It had been a few weeks since that day and you still couldn’t believe it. You! Out of all people, in a polyamorous relationship with seven (Seven!) other people.

Thinking back on it, you were glad that when Namjoon had returned later that night, you all sat down and laid down the rules of the relationship. The idea of ‘what is mine, is yours’ was implemented within the relationship, with one exception: since there were a few of your lovers that were solitary Hybrids, no one was to enter another’s room without their permission. This was to create a safe and comfortable environment for this relationship if it were to survive. The other rule was to be respectful of each other’s boundaries. You told them you had wanted to take this slow: it was a lot to process and this was going to be a process for you to accept that you were worthy of all this love. You needed time. And they all agreed to this.

As you got out of your car, grabbing your things, you chuckled to yourself, it wasn’t that you all weren’t affectionate— far from it exactly. Taehyung now openly capitalized you and Jimin during cuddle time: one hand on Jimin’s butt (occasionally petting his tail, making him bristle but purr in this strange combination of sensations) and the other would be on your hip, rubbing gentle circles as he buried his face in your neck. Jimin at these time would rub his face wherever he could on you that was safe, purring loudly. Jin was far more directly flirty, especially when he’d wrap his arms around you or Jimin in the kitchen. Yoongi insisted upon openly holding hands whenever he could, even if this meant that he’d have to shyly hold Hoseok’s hand. Hoseok and Namjoon didn’t change too much in their demeanor towards you or the others, but there was a stronger tenderness to them, especially when they’d kiss one of you all on the cheek, something that was certainly new. Jungkook became openly attached to Namjoon, shyly flirting with the both of you, which both you and Namjoon would shyly flirt back, granting you stifled giggles from the others.

Overall, everything was new… it was better… even if you’ve not slept with any of them since that first time. But that was alright. Especially since you had told them you had wanted to take it slow.

Opening the door, you were greeted with the smell of dinner. It smelled like Jin’s signature braised beef with beer glazed vegetables. Even on his one day off every few weeks, he just wants to cook. You set down all your stuff on the table near the door, slipping off your shoes: you’d get them later.

Entering the living room on your way to the kitchen, you greeted by an unusual sight.

Yoongi was laying on the couch. Which was unusual in it of itself; as tired as he could be, he preferred sitting at his piano unless it was cuddle time. To make matters even more awkward, he laid there with his legs splayed out, his tail flicking angrily out from under him, his eyes were closed. But no, that wasn’t even the worst of it. He laid there, an ice pack in hand… over his crotch.

You stood there, staring, your brain playing catch up. As silently as you could, you headed for the kitchen, where the sound of sizzling and a bit of laughter could be heard.

Entering the kitchen, Hoseok immediately threw himself at you, enveloping you in a hug, his tail going at a million miles an hour. “You’re back! Welcome home!”

“Thanks, Hobi! I missed you guys. Didn’t think this would take so long.”

At the table, Namjoon replied, “Nah, don’t worry about it. In fact, you’re just in time.”

As you pulled away from Hoseok’s hug, you noticed that they all looked at you expectantly, the two youngest trying their hardest to keep laughter under control. You sighed, “Ok, I know I’m probably going to regret asking this, especially since Kookie and Tae look like they’re going to explode, why is Yoongi on the couch with an icepack on his crotch?”

At this Jungkook and Taehyung couldn’t contain themselves anymore and lost it, laughing like a bunch of grade schoolers. Jimin led you over the table as Jin barely contained his own laughter. Jin asked, “Do you remember the time I left the bathroom after we first moved in?”

You blushed. Of course you remembered. It took you weeks to get that image out of your head. He continued, “Well, I said that not all of us are exactly human down there. Namely… Yoongi?”

Tilting your head, you asked, “Yoongi?”

There was some more sniggering at the table before Jin continued, “Well, Yoongi has… serval anatomy down there….”

“Which means?”

Namjoon sighed, “Well, cats have barbs on their… penises.”

3… 2… 1… [Brain reboot initiated]. “WHAT?”

This incited the others to howl with laughter. You turned bright red, hiding your face in your hands. Jin reached over and rubbed your back, prompting you to look over at him. He gave you a gentle smile as Namjoon said, “Alright, quit laughing. It’s alright she didn’t notice. Anyways… you already know: Hybrids can have human genitalia, our animal counterpart genitalia, or somewhere in between. Yoongi was born with his more… animalistic genitalia, i.e. barbs. I know there’s a procedure to have them removed but I don’t know much about it. Jimin?”

Everyone turned their attention to Jimin. He coughed, clearing his throat. “I was born with human genitalia, so I didn’t have to do the surgery but I’ve read about it. Male feline Hybrids when they become a sexually active they’re given the option of a surgery to remove the barbs. It’s kinda hard to describe but more times than not because of the fact that they’re cartilage rather than something like hair, they won’t grow back. Most other toms I know have it done when they’re in their teens. No idea why Yoongi’s waited for so long.”

Suddenly a thought popped into your head. “Wait, if Yoongi’s only having the barbs removed now and I assume there’s no condom yet that can deal with the barbs—“ Jimin shook his head, confirming your suspicions, “then does that mean Yoongi’s a virgin?”

The room fell silent for a moment. Jin coughed, “Well, Yoongi ran in the same circle as Liam, so… not a virgin necessarily. But when it comes to, well, sex with a woman, yes. I suppose he is.”

It took another moment for your brain to process what he was saying. Was… was he saying that Yoongi finally went through this procedure… for you? The thought made you both shudder and blush. You were brought out of your musings by the man himself, finally being tempted by the smell emanating from the kitchen.

“Smells good. I’m starving.”

Yoongi took his usual spot at the table and you couldn’t help but stare at him. After all, the thought of him doing that for you made you feel both guilty and strangely happy that he’d do something like that for you.

As if sensing why you were staring at him, Yoongi smacked the back of Jin’s head. “Yah! Why’d you do that?”

“You and your big mouth!”

^~^~^~^~^

Later that evening, you found yourself in your room, reading. To be honest, it was a rather boring article. But thus is the life of science fiction editor: you had to keep up with things within your genre. A knock on your door grabbed your attention. Putting down your magazine, you couldn’t help but think that it was perfect timing. “Come in!”

As the door creaked open, Jin’s enormous frame took up the doorway. You smiled at him as he entered your room. “Oh boy, what have I done to deserve this attention on your night off?”

Jin giggled as he came closer towards you. “Oh, you know. Sometimes even a handsome bird like me wants to be cuddled and talk about nothing.”

You chuckled as you patted the spot next to you, for which Jin practically dive bombed for, making you giggle. He settled in next you, laying on his side. You turned to face him, getting comfortable yourself as he rested his hand on your hip, rubbing it gently as he playfully kissed your nose.

The both of you stayed like that for awhile talking about everything and nothing at all, though it seemed like after a while, the goal of it all was to get you to laugh. At one point, Jin started started making fun of how Jungkook slept, making you giggle. As if he hearing his name and your giggles, said rabbit Hybrid seemingly materialized.

Jungkook knocked on your door, earning your attention as he leaned against the doorway. He smirked, “Heard you talking shit, Jin.”

Despite his words, the little bunny smile and twinkle in his eye gave away his mischievous intent. “Maybe he was, Kookie. Come. Join us!”

“Yah! Traitor!”

Jin started tickling you, causing you to try to squirm away as you laughed. You had thought that Jungkook would be your knight in shining armor. But you were wrong: he was in league with Jin, taking up the space behind on you on the bed, trapping you between the two of them as he joined in on the tickling.

Your face became red as you started losing your breath, squirming against Jungkook, trying to get yourself from their hold.

Jungkook suddenly went rigid behind you. Jin stopped immediately as well, his eyes going large. As you twisted around to look over at Jungkook, you noticed the reason. You swallowed. “Kookie… why are you hard?”

He started turning bright red. “You— You were squirming around! It… It’s a natural reaction!”

You began to giggle, Jin joining in. “It’s fine, Kookie! I know, I know you couldn’t help yourself.”

Jin continued to laugh. “You really are a rabbit, huh?”

“Yah!”

Jungkook reached over you, smacking Jin on the shoulder… which inadvertently pushed his erection between your ass cheeks, making you squeak. Both of them stilled and you felt blood rush to your face as their heated gazes bore into you. Jungkook stroked the hair away from your ear to whisper your name into it. “Is… Is it too much to assume that we can touch you tonight?”

You worried your bottom lip with your teeth, but glancing up at Jin’s face reassured you. “No. I want you.”

Jin gave you gentle smile before leaning in to kiss you. You hummed at the softness of his lips, closing your eyes. Against your lips, you could feel him make a small sound of pleasure as he reached up and ran his hand through your hair, tugging at it gently. You whimpered, seemingly causing Jungkook to twitch against your ass.

“Come on, my turn!”

Jungkook tugged Jin’s hand away from your hair (which he let go so he wouldn’t hurt you) and laced his own through, tugging you away from Jin so he could kiss you himself. Jungkook’s kiss was far more… hungry. Your neck strained as he seemingly devoured your lips, sucking and nipping wherever he could, his hips gently rutting against your ass unconsciously.

You were helpless under his assault, whimpering and moaning, trying your best to fight back, to nip back, anything to show him that you were not going to take being pushed around… for long.

When Jungkook finally let you go for air, a string of saliva breaking as you both panted, Jin cleared his throat. “As hot as that was I think some clothes need to disappear.”

You blushed, biting your bottom lip, prompting Jin to grab you from Jungkook’s hold, much to the younger’s displeasure. “Yah! I wasn’t done!”

“Oh, pipe down, bunny. Strip while I work on her.”

That seemed have shut him up as Jin began feeling up your chest, making you mewl in happiness. He smirked as he buried his face in your neck, kissing and sucking as he ran his hand under your nightshirt now. You whimpered, but not to be out done, you reached down and cupped him through his pajama pants, making his stiffen… in more ways than one. You giggled. Victory was yours.

Your victory was short lived however when you felt Jungkook at your backside again, this time though, naked. You shuddered under the heat of his body. Jin nipped, just below your ear, making you cry out a little and pull away from him. “Hey!”

Jungkook giggled from behind you. “Getting a little excited there, huh?”

Jin sneered at him. “Like you’re one to talk.”

You rolled your eyes. “Hey! No fighting, you two.”

Jungkook blushed then kissed your cheek. “Sorry. We’re just both a little excited. Especially now that you’re ours.”

You smiled at him, your heartwarming. “Of course. And you both are mine and each others.”

Jin nuzzled your neck. “In that case, sweetie, let’s get you undressed.”

You nodded, sitting up. Before you could reach for the bottom of your shirt, Jungkook was already removing it for you. With every inch of skin becoming more and more exposed, he kissed a line up your spine, making you shiver. Jin sat back, watching the both of you as he smirked. Goosebumps covered your skin the moment you sat there, your upper half all exposed to the two of them.

“Sweetie?”

You swallowed. “Y-Yes?”

Jin smiled softly at you. “How do you feel about preparing Jungkook while I get you ready?”

Your eyes grew large, realizing what he was asking. But you wanted to, nodding. Jin directed you to lay on your front, having your hips elevated by a pillow. You weren’t quite sure what he was planning but Jungkook clearing his throat caught your attention.

Looking up, you were greeted with an unexpected sight. Jungkook was… well, his cock was built kinda like how he was: it was on the shorter end of average but was thick. If you could describe a cock as muscular… this would be it as it rested amongst a trimmed forest of dark hair. “You’re… normal.”

The room was silent for a moment before Jin’s high pitched squawking filled the air. You buried your face in the duvet, the blood rushing to your face in embarrassment. “Oh, shut up Jin!”

Jungkook stroked your hair until he was able to goad you into looking up at him. You glanced up at him through eyelashes and you were greeted with large doe eyes and a cute bunny smile. You couldn’t help but smile at that.

You noticed that Jungkook had softened from the laughing outburst from Jin. You had to apologize and remedy that. Resting up on your elbows, you reached out with your dominant hand and grasped him, causing him to sit rigidly.

Jungkook leaned back on his elbows, watching you intently. God, his gaze was intense. It was like he was trying to bore holes into you. It was a little embarrassing as you started a steady, slow rhythm of stroking him. You jumped a little as Jin started tugging your pajama bottoms down, prompting you to look over at him.

He smirked at you before Jungkook grabbed your face and brought your attention back on him. “Eyes here.”

You couldn’t help the slight humiliating blush from coloring your cheeks, but you decided to placate him by reaching out with your tongue now and giving the tip of his cock little kitten lips. Jungkook hissed and you could practically feel Jin trying not to laugh from behind you as he removed your panties. You continued to lick at Jungkook’s tip as Jin finally removes your panties. Once they were off, you couldn’t help but gasp at what came next.

Jin buried his face in your pussy, licking one long strip from your clit to perineum. You let out a strangled hiss at the feeling, while pleasurable, surprisingly foreign. Jungkook snickered at you. You shot him a glare before reaching around and tugging at his little cottontail gently, making him yelp.

Jin giggled. “Now, now, you two. That’s no way to act. Don’t make me punish you.”

You looked over your shoulder at Jin as he kisses your left butt cheek, never breaking eye contact with you. You blushed heavily at the dark gaze in his eyes and the way the iridescent blue skin of his ‘feathers’ danced along his shoulders and the back of his upper arms. Jin smirked at you and winked, making you turn even redder in embarrassment and, well, lust.

Jungkook gently tapped your cheek, regaining your attention. You looked back up at him wide eyed. He shot you a dazzling smile before shyly glancing down at his own erection then back at you, begging you silently.

You couldn’t help but oblige him. You took him once more in your grasp, this time licking him from base to tip, making him take a sharp inhale of breath. Giggling at his reaction, you proceeded to take him into you mouth. Jungkook whimpered.

From behind, Jin began licking at your clit, gently teasing your entrance with his finger. You stiffened, Jungkook’s cock halfway in your mouth. Jungkook threaded his hand through your hair helping you move up and down his cock as Jin distracted you by licking at your clit.

Your head was swimming. Between the feel of Jin’s tongue at your clit and the fresh, musky smell of Jungkook filling your head, you weren’t sure how long you’d last like this. Jin slipped one long finger into you, making you stiffen, whimpering around Jungkook’s length. Jungkook moaned, “Mmmmmm. That’s it, baby.”

Jin pulled away from you, giggling. “Sweetie… I need you to pull away from Jungkook for a moment. I don’t want you to bite him… on accident anyways.”

Jungkook guided you by your hair off of him. He let out a heavily breath, you saliva still connecting the two of you. His cock jumped at the sight, breaking the string. And Jin removed his finger from you. That’s when you felt it.

You gasped, unsure of this new… sensation. Jin giggled behind you. He must be using the finger that had previously been in your clenching pussy and now gently teased your puckered entrance. You whimpered at the sensation. The reaction was immediate: you clenched trying to keep him out.

Jungkook stroked your hair and Jin kissed your right butt cheek. “It’s ok, sweetie. Relax. I won’t force it.”

You took a deep breath, trying to relax. Jungkook cradled your face in his hands and began kissing your cheeks, making you immediately relax into his touch. Jin kissed the base of your spine as he slipped one finger into your ass. “There… that’s my girl. Good girl.”

You shuddered at his words. The intrusion was… uncomfortable. But it didn’t hurt. The best way to describe was… foreign. Slowly and gently, Jin got you used to the sensation. And it began to feel… good. Goosebumps rose up on your skin and you let a breathy moan after a few minutes.

Both Jungkook and Jin stiffened. Jin cursed and withdrew his finger from you. “Damn it! I can’t do this anymore.”

Immediately, you felt scared. Did he not want you anymore? Was he disgusted by your reaction? Did he no longer like the prospects of a polyamorous relationship?

Your worries were cut short as Jin grabbed you around the waist, man handling you until you faced him as he laid back on his back, pulling you on top of him, smashing his mouth against yours. It was a whirlwind of sensation: he was all over you and it yet not enough. Your legs draped over his waist and cock nestled between your pussy lips. You pulled away from the kiss (or rather from Jin devouring your lips) gasping for air. You looked down between your legs and your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight.

He was large… probably a little longer than Namjoon if you had to guess but not nearly as girth. And if it was possible… it was even prettier erect than flaccid as it stood against a little smattering of blue, iridescent hair. You glances towards at Jin’s face as he looked at you adoringly, your hands resting on his broad chest. “Be a good girl for me and ride me. Otherwise… well… you might not be able to handle the both of us fucking you as hard as we want. We’ve waited too long, sweetie.”

You bit your bottom lip and reached between your bodies, rising up on your knees to line him up with your entrance. You slowly descended down on him. The stretch burned and it felt like it went on forever as you whimpered and whined. “Why are you so long?”

Jin giggled. “That’s just how I am, sweetie.”

Finally, you found yourself firmly seated in his lap, your pelvis pressed against his. “F-Full.”

Jin throbbed in you and he let out a groan. “So, tight.”

He slid his hands up your chest and fondled your breasts, making you sigh happily. You slowly began riding, albeit awkwardly. It’s been far too long since you last rode someone. It felt like you were a virgin all over again.

It was a struggle, wanting to desperately please him. You wanted him to know how much you loved him. How much you wanted him. Suddenly another set of hands were on you, making you stop in your awkward gyrations. You looked over your shoulder and was met with Jungkook’s bunny smile. “Need some help, baby?”

Before you could respond, Jungkook harshly grabbed your hips, setting your rocking at a brutal pace. You couldn’t help but moan. You were helpless between them, especially when Jin let out a deep sound from within his throat. It was almost like a growl but distinctly avian in nature.

Jungkook was challenging him… and he was going to meet that challenge. Jin brought his hands back to your thighs as Jungkook helped guide your hips, and began bucking up into you. You cried out. It was like they were working together to break you. You cried and squirmed against them. It almost hurt… but deeper though it felt good. You couldn’t stop the words that tumbled from your lips, “Y-Yes! Jin! Jungkook! F-Fuck! More!”

Your orgasm surprised you, causing you to violently squirm off of Jin’s length as you cried out in pleasure. It was if the motion of you coming off him or the sound of you cumming that did him in, but he groaned loudly, cursing as he came all over your lower belly.

Shaking, you collapsed on top of him, whimpering as Jungkook rubbed your hips from behind you. Jungkook kissed along your spine. “Come on, baby. Please?”

You couldn’t say no. Especially when you looked over your shoulder and he was staring at you with those doe eyes, his large floppy ears adorably framing his face. He looked strangely innocent in this moment. You smiled at him and nodded. You knew you were going to be sore and exhausted. Might as well get it all out of the way and enjoy it, right?

His innocent gaze quickly gave way to a dark predatory smirk. He was a predator disguised as prey. Jungkook picked you up off of Jin (a feeling that was strange as hell) and jiggled you around, causing you to yelp, until you were facing him, your legs and arms wrapped around him like an octopus. He whispered in your ear, “Get ready, baby. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to forget everything except for my name.”

Your pussy have a phantom clench around nothing at his words. He must of smelt it, because the next the thing you knew, you were being pushed much rougher than he probably meant against the nearest wall as he growled. He leaned into, balancing you between his chest and the wall as he took his cock in one hand, directing it to your dripping cunt. He growled in your ear, “I had planned on fucking you against the door so the others could hear the music of your moans and smell you clearly. But our needy girl had other thoughts it seems, dripping and clenching all over nothing.”

With no further warning, he plunged into you, making you scream in pain and pleasure. It was a bit painful, the way he, well, jackrabbited into you. But, god, it felt so good, as well. Intense. It was like he was pouring years of desire into you. And all you could so was cling to him for dear life, moaning and screaming as he battered away inside of you.

From the bed, Jin made eye contact with you in his post orgasm haze. As if sensing how overwhelmed you were, he got up from the bed, heading for you and Jungkook.

Jungkook stilled. Jin stood behind him, pressing his chest to Jungkook’s back. He stroked your sweat covered hair, you nuzzled into his hand, making him smile. His other hand grasped Jungkook’s hip, just below your knee. He whispered in Jungkook’s ear. “Don’t break her. Give her deep, slow thrusts. Make her cum. Hard.”

With his hand on Jungkook’s hip, Jin slowly guided the younger’s thrusts into you. You gasped and whimpered. Jungkook kneaded your ass as he pushed himself slowly, but deeply into you, grinding his pelvis against your clit. You started shaking again, this time, from your orgasm building into a rage inferno.

Jin kissed and sucked at Jungkook’s neck, making his pace stutter. “That’s it, Kookie. Keep doing that and you’ll make her cum hard all over you cock.”

You blushed at Jin’s words, which in turn, made him wink at you. Jungkook must have sensed the change in atmosphere because he nipped at your earlobe. “He may be here. But right now, I’m the one who’s cock is going to make you cum.”

His words made you clench. He moaned in response, giving you a particularly hard thrust. You gasped. He took the opportunity and stole your breath, kissing you.

Your hands found the base of his ears, tugging at the hair there. He began thrusting into you hard, but still maintaining that slow pace that Jin set him on. Your orgasm was building. It was bubbling up within you. You managed to pull away from the kiss, to cry out, “J-Jungkook! C-Cumming! J-Jin!”

Pussy spasming, you tugged harshly at Jungkook’s hair as you moaned. Jungkook followed you soon after, giving you one last harsh thrust before flooding you with liquid white. He stood there for several minutes panting as you weakly held onto him, shaking. Jin gentle pet the both of you as you calmed down. Jungkook slowly pulled out of you, making you both hiss, then set you down on wobbly legs.

Jin immediately took his place, picking you up and carrying you over to the bed. Setting you down, he made you lay there, your legs spread open for him and he massaged your sore thighs. Jungkook joined the two of you, bringing a wet washcloth from your bathroom over as he began cleaning you of the cum. You giggled, still orgasm drunk. “Cleaning up your mess, I see.”

Jungkook blushed, Jin giggled. “Of course, sweetie. Especially with how rough we were.”

Once you were all cleaned up, you made grabby hands at the both of them, wanting them to join you. And they did. The moment Jin settled in next to you, you turned to him and said, “Turn over. I want to play with your feathers.”

Jin laughed but complied, “Not much to play with, but knock yourself out.”

Once his broad back was facing you, you couldn’t help but be fascinated by the iridescent blue-green skin. Even the burned sunset orange and the sunrise purple of the feather eyes were iridescent. You traced the feathers, most of which started at the base of his spin, fanning up and outwards, some spiraling. Jungkook pressed himself to your back, joining you in tracing the designs. Goosebumps rose on Jin’s skin, but he gave no other indication of whether or not he was enjoying this.

You took your chances and kissed one of the semi faded feather eyes. Jin shuddered, the feathers on his back almost shaking the same way a peacock would shake his feathers to display. You and Jungkook giggled, causing Jin to yell at the both of you indignantly, his ears turning red.

The three of you stayed like this, giggling and talking. It was the strangest feeling, being spooned by Jungkook and then you spooning the even larger man that was Jin. But it felt right. So right, that in between their warm bodies, sleep took you in its hold. You felt so loved and and safe in that moment.

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Hello. Can I request short drabbles about the chocobros' s/o being so tired after walking for too long or having many long days that they are almost ready to doze off on their shoulder at any moment?

Today seems like a good day for some drabble. So I just went with a scene in the moment that you fall asleep. Hope you like it! ❤

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Noctis

You had been sitting at camp, lounging after dinner. You and Noctis were cuddled up together under a blanket in front of the fire. Your exhaustion, full belly, and warm seat got the best of you: you were fast asleep within moments of sitting down.

Noctis would have loved to see you so warm and relaxed, but he didn’t. He slept curled up next to you. Your breathing seemed to sink up as you slumbered in the cool night air.

Stars twinkled over the heads of the sleeping lovers.

Prompto

“Hey, hey. Don’t fall asleep! Dinner’s almost ready!” Prompto sat next to you, tickling you. He was trying to keep you up for dinner. But the chocobo you were laying against was so warm and it’s breathing was lulling you to sleep.

“But Prom…” you teased.

“Nooo,” he teased back, trying to resist your charms.

You threw yourself into him, nuzzling into his chest. He was shocked but melted at your warm touch.

“Ok, I’ll get you when it’s ready,” he relented, smiling as you nestled into him.

Ignis

“Darling,” Ignis softly sang into your ear. You awoke, having not realized you fell asleep in your chair.

The stars were bright overhead as the fire crackled before you.

“How long was I asleep for?” Your voice was gravely from not being used.

“Long enough that it’s time for bed,” you love replied, kneeling next to your camping chair. His loving eyes wandered your face as cold fingers came to follow.

“If you’re going to sleep, mind if I join you?” His velvety voice lured you into his arms.

“Please do,” you cooed. A smile graced your lips as they found his.

Ignis stood, holding out a hand and pulling you to your feet. On light steps you made your way to the tent, still hand in hand.

Gladio

His chest was so warm.

So warm.

You didn’t know when you fell asleep, but you woke up on his lap, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

“Goodmorning, Beautiful.” You couldn’t see his face, but you felt him press his cheek against your head.

“What time is it?” You sat up and saw that the fire had died down. The others were all gone.

“Late,” Gladio grunted.

You turned to see him admiring you, his hair blowing in a night breeze. Framed by the stars, he looked like a god of the wilds.

He laid one warm hand on your cheek. You couldn’t help but lean in to his touch.

“You looked so peaceful, I couldn’t move you.”

It was in these moments that you saw Gladio’s gentle, poetic nature. He was truly a man of the wild: a force of nature encapsulating a gentle beast.

“We should get to bed.” Your cold hand moved to hold his, sighing because responsibility told you the moment should be over.

You had just started moving to get up when you felt Gladio surge. In one swift movement, you had taken flight in his arms! He swept you from the ground as he stood, enjoying the moment of shock you were left in.

“Gladly,” he whispered. A mischievous smile pulled you in for a kiss as he whisked you away.

Ravus

Ravus rarely saw you sleep. When he did, it seemed so intimate but so innocent. It baffled him that you trusted him enough to be so vulnerable around him, trusting him to your protection while you slumbered.

Today, you had fallen asleep on his shoulder after boarding the airship. As much as he tried to contain it, a blush exploded on Ravus’s cheeks from being so close to you like this.

His mind raced, but his heart melted.

Tenderly, the High Commander turned to kiss the top of your head before settling back into his stoic facade.

Luna

You had fallen asleep to the feeling of her fingers playing with your hair. Her gentle touch sent tingles down your spine as her soft humming soothed you.

She felt your breathing steady and found you asleep on her lap. She smiled at your peaceful face. You looked so angelic when you slept. You were finally relaxed and resting the way you needed. She let her hands continue to run through your hair and over your face, taking the moment to memorize your features and care for you the way you deserved.

Today, you were safe and warm. She would make sure of that.

Ardyn

“Love…” He whispered into ear. Your face scrunched as you groaned in response.

You had fallen asleep against him as you sat on the city bench, exhausted from your destructive rampage. The sun had warmed your skin to a temperate you easily fell asleep to.

“We have work to do,” Ardyn sang softly.

“Nooo,” you moaned, again.

Your half asleep ears were met with a velvety laugh. You were jostled from your position by him turning towards you, positing you so that he could pull you onto his lap.

Comfortable in your new position, you nestled into his layers of coats, feeling truly safe and warm here.

His soft lips kissed your head. “Perhaps another moment of rest is in order.” He leaned back into the bench, placing his hat over his face. The two of you peacefully napped as the world burned around you.

Cor

Normally, it was this old guard who fell asleep at odd times. He would sit straight backed against something, his chin to his chest, sleeping as though he were still ready to strike. But today was different.

You had sat down, leaning against a large boulder, after a particularly hard hunt. You were asleep as soon as your head leaned back. Your love looked on at the adorable scene.

He couldn’t help but want to join you. You looked so comfortable in the cool shade. He sat down beside you, careful not to disturb you, ready to merely doze by your side.

Instinctively, you awoke. Cor smiled apologetically towards you.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He reached out a hand to pet your sleepy cheek.

“It’s fine.” You rubbed at your eyes. “I should get up, anyways.”

“No!” The old warrior surprised even himself with his sudden refusal. He cleared his throat before continuing. “You’re exhausted. You need some rest.”

You smiled at him. You could always feel his love in the way he cared for you.

Inching closer to him, you laid your head on his shoulder. He rested his head against yours. Slowly, your fingers found his, letting them lace together.

Tangled in love in the summer heat, you were soon fast asleep.

Nyx

You had gotten back late from a mission, barely making it to your next briefing. Nyx met you at the door, worry covering his face upon seeing the state of you. But you were quickly ushered into the large conference room for your current responsibilities.

The meeting dragged on and on. Nyx saw from the corner of his eye that your head kept falling from your hand, threatening to crash into the table as you fell asleep.

Finally the meeting adjourned…but only for a break. You stood, hoping to shake the sleep from your body. You had wanted to catch up with Nyx, but he had practically sprinted from the room.

You were pacing behind your chair when a high pitched alarm echoed throughout the building.

Fire alarm!

You were herded out of the room with your other Glaives. The group was rounding a corner in the hallway when you felt someone grab your hand. It was Nyx! He winked at you before pulling you against the stream of people.

Once you were free, you raced down the hallway until you found another door. The two of you burst through into the warm air outside.

“What was that about,” you asked Nyx. He was smiling like the too cunning fox.

“You looked like you needed an escape! So, being your Prince Charming, I found us one!” You couldn’t help but laugh at his mischievous sense of romanticism.

“Thank you, but I’m not tired NOW,” you teased.

“Oh?” He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into him. His other hand prepared his kukri. “Good.” He planted a kiss on your lips before warping you into your next adventure.

Aranea

“Hey, get up. I’m not a pillow.” She jolts her shoulder, but the motion just makes you start snoring. You’re out cold.

She looks down at you, only partly annoyed. The other part of her thinks this is adorable.

One of her soldiers offers to move you and they receive a death glare.

You’ll be safe at her side as long as she can have you.

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softeryoons · 6 years ago

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what’s up doc(tor Jungkook)?

Fluff | Straight fluff | Cute

1976 words

Archive link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/18894274

Yoongi gets sick. Luckily, super-caring-and-amazing-pro doctor-boyfriend Jungkook is here to help.

“Babe.”

“Babe”.

“Baaaaaaaabe!”

“‘Baby?”

“My snuggly-wuggly tuggly baby boy?”

“Yoongi hyung, it’s time to get uuup!”

“Yoongles? Are you dead?”

Huh. This was going to be more difficult then it seemed. But Jungkook had a mission, bestowed on him by none other than the great gods above (Namjoon hyung, mostly). A mission to wake Yoongi up. Because, you see, they had to be on set for an interview in about 45 minutes, which meant they needed to be leaving in about 15 minutes. Which meant Yoongi needed to be awake. After a few minutes of discussion over the breakfast of cereal and toast that Yoongi wasn’t attending, it was decided that Jungkook should go wake him up. (Seokjin hyung said it was because him and Yoongi were dating, which meant Yoongi was more likely to listen to him. Jungkook said it was because Seokjin was a pussy and was afraid of the mean right hook a just awoken Yoongi could swing, but Jungkook went anyway. What was he supposed to do, say no to seeing Yoongi’s cute little nose scrunch when he wakes up?). Yet, here he was, absolutely nose scrunch deprived. Because a crucial part to seeing Yoongi up was, well, Yoongi waking up. And Yoongi wasn’t doing that, so here Jungkook stood. Standing over Yoongi, curled up under a mound of blankets.

“Babyyyyy…. please? Pwease? Pwetty pwease will you wake up?”

Jungkook was pulling out all the stops. Obnoxious baby voice, sickly sweet pout – one way or another Yoongi was waking up, whether it was because of the noise or out of annoyance.

“Yoongi hyung…Yoongles…Yoooongles!” “MMmmmnooo….”

Aha! At long last, a semblance of success! Yoongi had spoken! Well, while it wasn’t quite words, it was certainly noise. But as Yoongi began to wake up and peel the various blankets, Jungkook soon realised the reason for his reluctance. Because Yoongi, for lack of a better word to describe his cuddly, adorable, cute boyfriend, looked like shit. His eyes were red and puffy, his cute chubby cheeks were flushed, and his nose was red and runny. To his credit, it took Jungkook all of 2 seconds to get over his initial shock and switch straight into ‘super-caring-and-amazing-pro doctor-boyfriend’ mode. He dropped to his knees besides Yoongi’s bed and went to feel his forehead. Yoongi had other ideas. He batted away Jungkook’s hand, mumbling something unsavoury about mother hens and overprotective boyfriends. “Jungkook-ah, it’s not that bad. It’s just a small cold, really, I’ll be fi-”. Whatever Yoongi’s next words were, they were cut off by a violent sneezing fit into the tissues Jungkook had grabbed from the bedside table. (That’s right, he’s the one and only ‘super-caring-and-amazing-pro doctor’ boyfriend).

“No, Yoongi. I don’t know if you’ve seen yourself but like, look at you! There’s no way you’re going to any interview– or anywhere, in fact, besides this bed. Not as long as I, your super-caring-and-amazing-pro doctor boyfriend is here to stop you.” “My super-caring…what? Anyway, you worry too much. I’ll be fine, truly! Just a dab of concealer and no-one will notice.” Yoongi made a good point. It was unfortunate, then, that his good point was immediately ruined by the fact that when he sat up to drive his point home, his head started spinning and he collapsed into Jungkook’s waiting arms. “I think my point has proven.” He mumbled weakly into Jungkook’s chest, causing the younger to laugh. “Yeah, you’re not going anywhere. Don’t worry, Yoongles. We all have sick days. You lie back down, and I’ll go talk to everyone else. Be back soon.” He patted Yoongi’s head and manoeuvred him back into a lying down position, kissing him on the forehead before standing and leaving. - - - - - Yoongi hated being sick. He hated having a headache. He hated feeling sore in all his joints. He hated feeling so weak and frail. And he hated people going out of their way to care for him. Which is exactly what Jungkook was doing. He had been up and down constantly, getting Yoongi more water, more tea, another blanket, checking his temperature, and pretty much giving Yoongi another headache with how much he’s fretting. He figures maybe he should be more sympathetic – to be fair to him, they haven’t been dating for that long, only pining for years, and this is the first time that Yoongi has gotten sick since they’ve started dating. So, maybe it’s understandable that Jungkook is stressed, maybe that Jungkook sees it as a kind of ‘test’ or whatever, to prove to someone (maybe himself?) that he can, actually, look after Yoongi. Hell or high water. Or nasty virus. But Yoongi is sick. So, he doesn’t have to be understanding. Or sympathetic. And sure, maybe Yoongi did like to be taken care of in ah...otherareas (but he wasn’t a pillow princess! No matter what Jungkook said), this was getting ridiculous.

After Jungkook has made his fifth round out of Yoongi’s room and back again (no, hyung, I swear! Tae always has the fluffiest blankets, so I’ll just get you one of his, so you can be super comfortable!) Yoongi put his foot down. Well, not really. Since Jungkook had told him to lie down, he hadn’t got back up. “Jungkook-ah. Seriously. I know you want to look after me but – come on! I know that Namjoon told you that you could stay only if you keep an eye on me and make sure I don’t get worse, but seriously. Sit down.”

“But hyung, what if you get uncomfortable or start to feel worse, and I know you’re too stubborn to say anything-” “Thanks, Kook.” “And then you just end up feeling worse and I fail in my duty as a super-caring-and-amazing-pro doctor boyfriend!”

“Kook. Kookie. Baby. Calm the fuck down.”

That, at least, got Jungkook to stop. Apparently, there’s something more intimidating about being told what to do when the order is issued by a small, grumpy man lying in bed. Yoongi continued, “if you really wanna help me and be my super-caring and whatever boyfriend, then calm down, lie with me, put on that stupid drama you got me addicted to, and cuddle with me until my stupid immune system get’s better at it’s job. Actually, don’t cuddle with me. I think the managers might kill me if I get you sick too.”

Jungkook laughed at the last statement, already moving to get Yoongi’s laptop from where it was charging on the desk. “Not a chance, hyung. You asked me to cuddle with you, and there’s no taking it back. I won’t get sick, anyway. Not me. I eat oranges. My vitamin C levels are so high, they’ll protect you too. But only if we’re touching so, the cuddling is necessary, in fact.” Jungkook heard the soft laughter from the bed behind him and smiled, glad that even though Yoongi was feeling bad, he still had an intact sense of humour. He smiled again as Yoongi immediately latched onto him as soon as he lay down, resting his head on Jungkook’s chest. As the opening scenes of the episode began to play, he felt Yoongi’s breathing slow and smiled softly once more as he ran his fingers through Yoongi’s hair. - - - - - Jungkook was not smiling anymore. Oh no. Jungkook was trying to, as quiet as possibly, curse the kitchen, the universe, and the creator of chicken noodle soup for making it so damn difficult. He thought it would be easy. He thought it would be a nice gesture for Yoongi. He had fallen asleep, sometime in the third or fourth episode. Ok, Jungkook thought, time for lunch. Time to sneakily un-intertwine himself with Yoongi’s arms, (a feat in itself, but only because he had to stop and coo at every one of Yoongi’s adorable noises), then go to kitchen and get working on the 100% absolute scientifically proven cure for the common cold – chicken noodle soup. It’s easy, he thought. I’ve seen the hyung’s do it a thousand times. Just throw the shit into a pot and wait. Easy. Yeah, real easy, Jungkook thought bitterly, staring at the lump, congealed mess that was supposed to be Yoongi’s lunch.

But it’s not like it couldn’t be salvaged. Uber Eats existed. But he wanted to do this, at least, for Yoongi. Even if these were less then ideal circumstances, it was always nice to make a meal for someone you love. He could just order the Uber Eats and then put it in the pot, play off like he made it. But where would he put the already existing chicken soup-like…thing? Jungkook is pretty sure the plumber wouldn’t appreciate him pouring it down the sink – it could probably clog pipes at 20 paces. Just as he is debating on the ethical pros and cons of lying to his boyfriend about making him soup, said boyfriend appeared in the doorway.

Well, it was either Yoongi or a living, breathing blanket, which is what actually appeared. Yoongi had made it out of bed, but brought one of the multiple blankets with him, and had used it to cover almost his entire body as he walked (shuffled) towards the kitchen, only his eyes visible. “Jungkookie? Where did you go?” Jungkook couldn’t see the elder’s mouth, but he just knew he was talking in pout again. This was the kind of Yoongi he signed up to see in the morning – not the ‘I have had a terrible night’s sleep, woken up and realised I’m sick’ morning Yoongi, but the ‘I’m very cuddly and soft and have just woken up from a nice dream’ post-nap Yoongi.

“Nowhere, baby. Just to the kitchen to ah…attempt some soup.” That got Yoongi’s attention, and had him shuffling over to look in the pot. He frowned upon the sight of the greasy soup. “Is that…is that a noodle?” He asked, pointing at a blubbery, bloated pale thing. “Thank you for trying, Kookie but…maybe we could order lunch?” Jungkook smiled down at the talking mound of blankets and patted it on the head. “You’re the boss today, Yoongles. What do you want to eat?”

After about 3 seconds of deciding (obviously I want lamb skewers, Kookie. What else?), the two were sitting down on the couch and setting the same drama up on the TV. There was a moment of comfortable silence between the two.

“You know, Kook. When you’re not trying to be the best super-caring-and-amazing-pro doctor boyfriend, you’re actually really really good at taking care of people. Thank you for today.” He snuggled into Jungkook’s side, content with his confession.

“…..Just double checking, I am still a super-caring-and-amazing-pro doctor boyfriend, right?” “KOOK! Oh my god, shut up!” Yoongi hit him with the pillow, laughing behind his fake anger. “Just double checking, Yoons! Hey, ow!” Another hit from the pillow. “You’ve asked me so many times!” Another hit. “Ok, ow! That hit called for revenge!” Jungkook grabbed a pillow of his own. “Kookie, you wouldn’t hit an ill person would you? Jungkook!” Yoongi immediately went into defence, curling up under his blanket. “You asked for this, hyung!” Jungkook would feel guilty later. Now was the time for winning.

It was barely 30 seconds of playfighting before Yoongi was collapsing back onto Jungkook with exhaustion. A few more moments of silence went by, filled only with Yoongi’s heavy breathing.

“You are, by the way.” “Are what, babe?” “A super-caring-and-amazing-pro doctor boyfriend.” “Yoongi, you can’t just go around saying things like that. I could get a heart attack from the overwhelming amount of cuteness!” “Kookie!” “It’s true hyung. I’d be fine, though, everyone knows super-caring-and-amazing-pro doctor boyfriends don’t get hurt. Their too busy looking after their cute, sweet, amazing boyfriends.” “Oh, now who’s going around giving people heart attacks with their cuteness?” “Still you, Yoons. Don’t deny it.”

#yoonkook #sugakookie #yoonkook fanfic #min yoongi #jeon jungkook #yoongi #suga #jungkook #kookie #yoons #bts fanfiction #bottom yoongi #fluff #yoonkook fluff

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sansy-fresh · 6 years ago

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Made Whole Again chap. 4

woo next chapter for one @badgertablet :D

Tags: just some angsty feels

ao3 link

It had become somewhat normal to wake up alone in the bed he and Sans shared, but it hadn’t gotten any easier since the first time it happened. Papyrus lay stretched out on the bed, taking up as much space as possible with his limbs until he touched the other sides of the mattress. As much as he wanted to get up do something, pretty much anything to get his mind off the emotions he was feeling, something inside of him just wanted to stay exactly where he was and do absolutely nothing.

So for the first few hours, until nearly late morning, that’s exactly what he did. He may have cried once, may have counted the dots on the ceiling at least twice, but all in all it hadn’t been that bad of a stretch of time. Peaceful, almost.

Which is why when the silence was shattered by the sound of his ringtone going off, signalling a text message from Stretch, he jumped in place, smacking a hand to his face as he tried to get his breathing back under control. Really, nearly having an attack over his phone going off, how ridiculous.

Grabbing for his phone, he undid the lock and peered at the bright screen.

Bone Tired : hey u doin ok?

Papyrus sighed, a half smile on his face. Leave it to Stretch to want to try to check on him. He supposed he had left rather quickly… and if any of them were going to notice he was not in a good mood, it would have been Stretch.

Hot Rod : I am perfectly fine! Poised and in control of my emotions! Like any good Omega!

There was a moment where the little bubbles popped, Papyrus fiddling with the little buttons on the sides of the phone until the message finally popped up.

Bone Tired : its ok if ur not fine. u wanna go do smth?

Papyrus blinked back the burning that threatened to take over his sockets, and wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand. Thinking for a moment, and idea took hold and he set about typing up an answer, immediately sitting up and planning out his outfit after he’d sent it.

Hot Rod : Do you mind if we invite Fell and Slim?

~.~

He was ready when the front door rang, clomping down the stairs in his boots and letting his skirt flare around his knees as he opened it, revealing Fell, Slim, and Stretch all waiting outside. He grinned, grabbing his bag from the doorside table and locking it behind him before turning to the others.

“I’m so glad you could all come!” He said, grinning happily as the scent of alpha and beta slowly surrounded him, building a bit of a protective layer around the four of them. Both Fell and Stretch reached up and pulled him into their arms, Papyrus melting into the contact even as Slim lead them down the drive to where Slim’s car waited to take them to their first destination.

“How have you been, dear? No one’s been giving you any problems, have they?” Fell asked, the reason clear enough since Stretch had made Papyrus apparent to the strength of Sans’ scent on him. He waved his hand, trying to not let himself be taken out of the moment by those kinds of thoughts.

“I’ve been able to take care of myself for the most part! And most people are respectful, at least.” He very carefully did not mention the monster at the library. He had a feeling Fell wouldn’t take kindly to the thought of the kind of monster he’d been.

Soon enough they had piled into the car, Slim driving them in relative silence even as he held Papyrus’ hand the entire drive over to the small diner they’d chosen for breakfast. The meal was a quick, but happy affair, each of them getting plates piled high with golden eggs, greasy slabs of bacon and toasty, buttery biscuits. Papyrus sipped at his chocolate milk, Fell holding his hand this time as they ate. It was comforting, receiving the freely given affection from people he considered his best friends.

(Some dark, dark place inside of him wished there could be more there, but everything else in him squashed those thoughts down completely.)

After the waitress was tipped and the bill was paid, Papyrus laughed as Stretch popped the last biscuit in his mouth and grabbed his hand, pulling him back out to the car to sit with him in the back.

“Cuddle with me, sweetheart?” He asked with a grin, Papyrus laughing delightedly as he snuggled in.

The drive to the arcade took a little over half an hour, the four of them deciding if they would eat the pizza provided by said arcade or if they’d head to the nearby taco shop for dinner on the way. Once inside, the wafting smells of garlic and cheese made their choice for them, the four of them deciding to split up at first in twos to get as many tickets as possible before they settled in to eat.

Slim claimed Papyrus’ hand before the other two could touch him, dragging him gently into the arcade, the two of them surrounded by loud noises and flashing lights. Papyrus almost crowed in delight as Slim lead him to the skee ball sets, his favorite game open for the two of them to play to their heart’s content. Tossing the balls in calculated trajectories and pressures was something that played to Papyrus’ skills as a puzzle connoisseur, and by the end of the tenth set he and Slim were neck and neck in points.

After receiving their tickets for the several games of skee ball they’d played, Papyrus took Slim to the small boxed in Dinosaur Shooting game, something based off some popular human made sci-fi movie, Papyrus couldn’t remember the name but the game was one of the best there. This particular game didn’t give very many tickets unless you got far in the barebones story of the game, but Papyrus loved getting as far as he was able.

#fresh writes #Made Whole Again #papcest #fontcest #polyruses #angst #fluff #hurt/comfort

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