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[spicerackofblorbos]

Patience? | Leon S. Kennedy x afab!reader

☾ summary ➼ mornings with Leon make the rest of your day better.

☾ content/warnings ➼ fluff, smut (MDNI), afab!reader, p in v (wrap it before you tap it bbys), head (f!receiving), praise, usage of the term "baby"

☾ a/n ➼ I want soft mornings with him and I just really want his mouth all over me. Also I kept this as an ambiguous Leon but I did visualize RE4R and DI Leon.

☾ wc ➼ ~1k

Morning sex with Leon is one of the best things in the world to you.

In every moment he spends with you, inside and outside of the bedroom, he never fails to make you feel loved.

Cherished.

Treasured.

Whether it was from quick temple kisses or gentle pinches on your ass as he walks by, he was there to remind you just how precious you were to him.

But there was just something so wonderfully different about a sleep-addled Leon. He was slower, more deliberate.

With his hair is all tousled, cheeks tinged pink with bleary blue eyes that hold so much warmth despite the cool toned color. He gives you lazy grins as he nuzzles into your cheek or your nose, whatever is closest to him at the moment. His lips meet yours with the gentlest care, moving against yours like you both had all the time in the world. Breathy sighs from you are swallowed up as his hands map your body.

Then he’s trailing open mouthed kisses down your jawline and the column of your neck, just as lazy as his grins were. There are a few nips, but nothing more than a simple love bite. He’s humming happily, inhaling your unique scent and relishing in the saltiness of your warm skin – a reminder that you were here and you were alive.

Soon those kisses make their way down your sternum and right in the valley of your breasts, not before clumsily tugging off your chosen sleepwear, of course. The shared sound of your sleepy giggles and his breathy chuckles had filled the room as you both struggled to undress in the warm glow of the morning sun filtering through the blinds.

His lips don’t hesitate to tickle down your soft stomach now, blowing a little raspberry into it before leaving another bite as you squirm under him with yet another laugh.

Then he gets to your hips, and your legs fall apart as if he held the keycard to your body. Those soft lips of his place a kiss just right above your most sensitive spot as he inhales what he’s done to you. You were a mess as soon as his mouth had connected with your own just moments ago.

You whine at him, telling him to stop teasing you. He just smiles up at you, his laziness now replaced with his signature cockiness.

“Patience, baby. Need you to know how much I love every inch of you.”

He can’t even take his own advice.

You’d laugh if you weren’t so busy moaning from his face buried deep into your cunt. The flat of his tongue slides up your slit, collecting the arousal that he had worked so hard to build up – not like it took long though. As his nose bumps your clit, your hands go flying into his soft hair, fingers tangling as you’re bucking your hips into his face in the hopes for more friction.

Leon aims to please, so he does just that. His lips, that godforsaken magical mouth of his, closes around your swollen clit and sucks gently as two of his fingers slide into your warm depths. The mewls that he can get out of you are as addictive as your taste.

“Fuck, baby. Can’t get enough of you.” He mumbles against your folds that drip not only with your slick but his saliva as well, and the vibrations of his voice are enough to make your eyes roll in the back of your head. As his thick fingers start to pump in and out of you, he groans at how responsive you are to him. His free hand splays on your stomach and pushes you down into the mattress, holding you as he devours your sweet taste.

That patience though, god Leon really needed to work on that double standard.

Because now, he has you on your stomach with a pillow right under your hips as he lazily ruts into your tight pussy while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

“Look at how well you take me, baby. So fucking perfect.”

Both of his thighs wall your legs together, his heavy body on top of yours as his hands hold yours on each side of your head. His calloused fingers intertwined with yours, holding you down as his hips slap into your ass rhythmically.

The sounds of your muffled moans in the soft sheets and his soft grunts in your ear grow louder, and it’s no mystery why. Both of you were so close. Those lips yet again trail kisses along your shoulders, and this time his bites aren’t soft.

“Cum with me baby, wanna feel you around me.”

He rests his sweaty forehead against your back, perspiration from both of you mixing together. His grunts have turned into whines as he fights to hold back – he was selfless like that. He wanted to make sure you were satisfied first before he’d let himself enjoy anything.

And of course he knew how to make you cum from this position. All it took was one rough thrust and a hard suck on the spot between your sensitive neck and shoulder and you were seeing stars. Your muffled cries and the tight spasming of your walls push him off the ledge. His erratic thrusts slow down with each spurt of hot cum he shoots into your depths, and after a few deep breaths later, he’s collapsed on top of you.

You can only take a few seconds of that before you’re squirming under him and laughing at him to get his heavy body off of you because you couldn’t breathe. He peppers playful kisses along your neck and back as he chuckles hoarsely.

“Why? If I do then you’re just going to get up and leave me.” He mutters with a grin.

Despite his banter, he slips out of your warmth before rolling off and onto his side. He wasn’t kidding about not letting you go though, because suddenly his arms are wrapped around your waist and tugging you into him so that your back hits flush against his sweaty chest. You heartbeats mirror each other, one on top of the other.

More kisses, more laughs, more lazy snuggles.

Morning sex with Leon meant the world to you, and you don’t think anything could ever top it.

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MAD. w/ CHANGBIN.

18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

pairing: changbin x female reader genre + warnings: established relationship, fluffy, a little steamy at the end but not too much wc: 1.2k

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“Princess!” Changbin brightly greets you as he hops out of his car to help you drag your drunk best friend who is also Han’s girlfriend inside his back seat.

“Hi Binnie. Hi Han,” you shoot them a small smile. “Sorry she drank so much. We couldn’t stop her,” you say timidly standing back now that the two boys got her.

“That’s okay Y/N, thanks for looking out for her,” Han smiles at you before he getting in the car with his girlfriend.

“Did you enjoy your night?” Changbin asked with a smile, pulling you by both your arms into a tight hug.

You hum in respond, hugging him back tightly, feeling guilty.

Changbin had told you at the start of the week that he was finishing up a song and needed some time to perfect it, so you decided it’ll be best to give him some space to do so.

Although you know how much he would miss you, you also know how bad he was at multitasking. A simple “how are you” text will instantly turn to him calling you up and asking you to come over. You have learnt from the past that that’s not the way to go. You rememeber him rushing the last 2 days to fix up his song and boy, was he a mess.

For the week you had sent him only good morning and night messages, with some little I love you thrown in during his winding down time. The lack of interaction with him made you confide in your friends for a little bit of comfort. So when Han’s girlfriend messaged you to go drinking and clubbing with other girlfriends you were quick to say yes.

The night started off great. You and all the girls probably had about 4 shots and a couple of drinks each making everyone tipsy. But you were nearly at the end of your limit though, you could barely steady yourself on the dance floor.

It was midnight when you feel your phone buzzing inside your bag. You pull out your phone and could barely read the caller ID with your blurred vision. When you finally saw it was your boyfriend calling your face instantly lights up.

“You coming over yet Princess?” Changbin cheerfully asks on the other line. The club music was way too loud that you had to excuse yourself from the circle to run to the secluded bathroom to talk.

“Sorry Binnie, what did you say?” You asked and you hear him softly chuckle back.

“I said are you coming over yet?” He repeats himself.

“For?” You slurred on your words, confused at what he was asking.

“It��s our date night, silly,” Changbin giggly replies and instantly you froze.

You had forgotten it was the last Friday of the month and which means it was your designated date night with Changbin. It doesn’t matter what time he gets off work on the last Friday, you would spend your afternoon at his house anyways so you were able to get ready for what ever he had planned. You gasp, putting him on speaker as you search through your phone to visually confirm the date. It was already 12:03 Saturday. You had forgotten. You couldn’t blame anyone but yourself for this mistake.

“Did you forget?” He asks when hears you struggle on the other side.

“YES!!” You say, a hand coming to hit your temple. “I FORGOT I’M SO SORRY,” you cried, squatting on the bathroom floor, trying you best to calm yourself down.

He must’ve been so confused patiently waiting at home for you to come over the whole day.

“I’ll come home now, I’m sorry.”

“No! That’s okay princess, are you out with the girls?” He asked, his voice was still so soft.

“Yeah.. I.. I—” you scrambled to apologise but he doesn’t let you.

“Dont worry Princess. Go and enjoy your night with the girls. Call me when you want to come home and I’ll get you,” he giggles.

That’s one thing you can never understands about Changbin, he never gets mad or show a little bit of annoyance with you, even when you’re in the wrong. He never lets you take the blame for anything.

“I feel bad.”

“Don’t, you silly girl. We’ll talk later.”

“Okay,” you puffed with a pout and he giggles.

“Love you!” He shouted before hanging up.

How could you forget such an important day. You glance at your phone and realised he had send you a couple of messages throughout the night asking when you’ll be over and you hadn’t reply.

“Oh shit!” You quietly beat yourself up again.

The rest of the night you didn’t take anymore drinks and sobered up quickly. Although you still enjoyed the rest of the night with your girlfriends, your boyfriend was on your mind alot of the times.

“Come on, let’s go before she throws up,” Changbin says pulling you both into the car.

The ride home was just Han’s girlfriend drunk whining that she wanted to throw up so you really couldn’t bring yourself to talk to Changbin as your attention was on your friend’s well being.

“You reckon you’ll be okay Ji? Me and Y/N want to go on a drive,” Changbin says looking in his rear view mirror at younger boy. You glance to your side where your boyfriend was sitting, confused, because you never stated you wanted to go for a drive.

“I’ll be okay hyung, she’s just all talk. She’s probably gonna sleep like a baby once she’s get home,” Han giggles, assuring you both.

After dropping them off, Changbin drove around for a bit, sitting with you in silence. He keeps glancing to your side but looks away the second you look up at him. Once he reached the secluded lookout you guys always go to, he parks the car and reaches for your hand.

“Why are you not mad, Bin?” You nervously ask, breaking the silence.

“Why would I be?” He replies back with a smile caressing your hand.

“Tonight was suppose to be our date night and I ditched it to go clubbing,” you say unable to look at him.

“Well, we are on a date right now aren’t we?” He replies, the smirk is still on his face.

“At 2am.”

“So?”

“Im sorry—”

“Don’t. Don’t feel bad, don’t apologise,”

“But you never get mad at me,” you voiced out your concern with him being so lenient.

“You forgot. You’ve been so cute all week giving me space to finish my song. We didn’t talk all week so you just forgot. It’s not like you planned to ditch me,” his hand comes to cup your cheeks as he looks deep into your eyes, waiting for your reply.

“Right?” He says sounding a bit more serious as you don’t answer him. You giggle in response shaking your head.

He’s right though. You just forgot due to the lack of conversation you guys had all week.

“You okay now?” He leans in to peck the corner of your lips.

“Yes,” you reply, smiling at his kiss.

“Also, you look very sexy though Princess,” he smirked eyeing you up and down. “I couldn’t stop staring at you when I was driving,” he says glancing at the hem of your dress that was riding up your thighs.

“Is the dress new?” You can tell he was still trying to get you to forget about what happened.

“I got it last week,” you reply to him, neatly smoothing over the material by your thighs.

“It’s very sexy. Can I see it up close?” He raises his eyebrow and you giggle knowing what he was referring to. So you climb over the car to straddle him, your dress instantly riding up.

You loved date night.

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (XIV)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWOis here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here PART NINE is here PART TEN is here PART ELEVEN is here PART TWELVE is here PART THIRTEEN is here and this is part fourteen! Yes I messed it up this morning yes I had to wait all day to correct it it's all goooood

💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts

Where we last left off... Bart is a good egg who is having a Bad Time waiting for his friend :(

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

💚👻👽👻💚

Danny wakes up with a gasp.

He’s—where is he? Everything hurts. He can barely think. Danny groans, long and loud, and lifts up an aching hand to his temple.

His fingers come away green. Aw, fuck. What happened to him? What’s going on? Why is his hand…blurry? Is he concussed? Is something wrong with his eyes, or with his head??

(He hopes it’s not his head. It’s waaay easier to heal from one than the other.)

Danny tries to sit up, and— NOPE. Ow. Bad idea. Suuuuuch a bad idea. His arms and hands and his neck and his back are screaming at him, now that he’s awake enough to pay attention. Ughhhhhhhhhhh.

He lays back down. His eyes don’t—well, they don’t shut all the way, which part of his brain labels as very bad, actually, but the world does turn darker and greener as he tries to shut his eyes, and that’s close enough to closing his eyes that Danny can mostly zone out past the pain.

He licks his sore lips. They taste like copper. And battery acid. …And Pixie Sticks.

Ugh, ecto-blood. His own, he assumes.

Everything is blurry and everything kind of hurts and he doesn’t know how he got here or what’s going on. Danny tries to roll over, tries to get more comfortable, but something starts dragging on the inside of his arm, which means intravenous lines.

Ugggghhhh. He hopes it’s got pain meds at least.

Awake him can deal with this later. Danny zones out, his labored breathing evens.

He’s asleep before he knows it.

*

Danny wakes up next to quiet murmuring, and to weird sensation of something moving in his arm.

He yawns—and his jaw cracks apart farther than usual, with more clicking noises than his jaw usually makes. Weird. His arms come up, his eyes unblur…

The tugging sensation doesn’t go away. Danny sniffs blearily. Blinks.

Two white-coated humans(…?) in PPE pause at his bedside, a half-dissembled IV shared between them.

Danny stops breathing. He can’t—is he—

His eyes go to the ceiling. The floor. He doesn’t recognize the room he’s in. He doesn’t understand. Is this the Guys in White again? Is he— Did he never leave? Is he trapped? Danny doesn’t—he can’t—

—One of the white coats starts making worried noises, which. Danny’s never heard that before. It’s usually threats. They raise both their arms, and Danny flinches back—

…And so do they. Huh. Hm. Are the Guys hiring scaredy cats now? That would be a change of pace, if they were as scared of Danny as Danny is of them.

The second person clicks the new IV bag into place. Danny stops focusing on number one and starts focusing on number two.

They don’t make any overt tells either. The IV line is already in him, and the bag is… Well. It’s not red and Danny’s not in any pain, and it’s not green either. It’s just. Kinda opaque? Milky? The person doesn’t start cackling evilly or telling Danny how screwed he is, either. They both just sort of…tidy up?

The first one doesn’t get closer, either, but Danny can mostly tell that they’re scanning him visually. Their attention goes from his face, to Danny’s visible arm, to the puncture point in his elbow for the IV needle.

Danny also eyes his IV point. Well. It looks like a needle. Doesn’t hurt all that much.

Someone says something he doesn’t catch. But the tone isn’t…mean, or anything. If anything, it sounds quiet, and low, like they’re trying to keep him calm.

Danny doesn’t understand.

He moves as far out of the way of them as possible. It only has the effect of a few inches and it's so painfully slow. If that. He— he remembers. He’s supposed to be scared of— something. No, he knows it—

The labs. He’s supposed to be scared of the labs. The smell is rank there and there’s always screaming and Danny had been hurt there; really, really hurt.

He’s still hurt. He’s still in a lab. In a room. In some sort of too-small prison, and now his barely-sewn together lungs are trying too hard to keep air in his body and it’s not working, and—

Danny barely pays attention when the first doctor leaves. He sees the other back into the door and reach for the phone line, and he can’t stop breathing and he can’t calm down because that means that they’re calling for help and they’re going to hurt him all over again. Tie him down. Cut him open. Shock him, until he can’t breathe without screaming—

Someone new comes in. They look— rushed. Danny can see her actively tying up long black hair, threading a mask up over her face, pulling on one of those paper shifts the doctors wear. The only difference is that she doesn’t put boot covers on.

She has big, bright boots that go all the way up her legs. With his green vision, they look kind of…greyish? (Maybe they’re pink..?)

Either way. They look…ridiculous. Danny doesn’t exactly forget to be scared, but also…what the fuck.

The woman sees that Danny can see her. She waves.

Danny presses back against his— cot. Bed.

That doesn’t stop her. She pulls latex gloves from out of the paper slip she’s wearing and snaps them on, revealing a thin layer of something shiny underneath her elastic-bound sleeves. Once that’s on, she does a visible body checkup of herself: boots, gown, gloves, mask, hair.

…No hair net, though. Or goggles. The Docs in White always wanted to be fully covered when they saw their victims. Being able to see her eyes is a lot…friendlier.

She figures herself out. Straightens. Gives a double thumbs up.

…Danny's eyes roam around. There’s no one nearby. There's only a wall behind him. Is she looking at…him? Is that directed to him?

She doesn’t move immediately— and once she’s in, the second doctor leaves the room entirely.

…The new person takes over. She goes from monitor to monitor, getting closer, but with none of the focus on Danny, per se. She reads his stats, verbalizes them out loud, which, doesn’t sound like…English? But enough to confuse him? It’s kind of like trying to discern Esperanto when he's not thinking about how it's not English.

Ancients. The pounding in his head is getting worse. Maybe Danny has a concussion or something.

The woman doesn’t…get. Him. In fact, he seems to be the least interesting thing in the room to her. Her time is spent on reading the charts and the machines waiting around him, putting something into a…fridge? A Cabinet? In the corner of his room? And otherwise, she leaves him alone.

Until. She does get up and look at him, and all of Danny tenses up painfully. He can’t move. Something’s holding down his legs, his body’s stiff, and all of him is so tired that he genuinely can’t tell if his waist is tied down or if he’s just that exhausted.

He can hear his heart rate monitor kick up. He can’t move, not really. He tries to go intangible but his core just throbs with misery, and—

She mostly just pats his sheets. Not his person, even. Apparently the torture is being held off for now. “Eow eart wel?”

…Danny squints. That is almost English.

“Eom hebbjan yift,” she adds, leadingly, as if Danny is a friend she can tease and not a subject under threat of the knife. He doesn't like it. It hurts. Nothing is real and everyone hates him and all he wants to do is leave but his body is rejecting him and—

Something light and plastic thumps down onto the bed.

Danny blinks. He looks—down. (His neck makes him regret that.)

Is that a…is that a space shuttle? No, ‘cause Danny thinks he recognizes it. It’s Discovery? Isn’t it? That’s the one they just retired. He tries to grab it, but— ouch, oof, his fingers can’t even stretch, bad idea—

The woman gently guides the shuttle into his hand. It doesn’t even hurt. And.

It’s cold to the touch. The model is plastic, it shouldn’t be so cold, but the sensation is distinctly cool and kind of familiar.

…Oh. Danny struggles to flex his fingers around the thing.

It’s him.

Or. Well. The shuttle is his. It has his ectoplasm imbued all throughout it. He can even sort of feel the sensation of carefulplayingcareful he’d have felt while near it. The feeling is weak, and timid, but it’s still there.

So. Then. When did he get it? And…why? Why was it allowed to him? How did he get it?

Is this how they’re feeding him now? Instead of showering him with poorly filtered ectoplasm every time he gets rowdy, are they actually trying to feed his Obsession? For real?? That’s—that’s brand new behavior from the—

Danny blinks. Wait. That’s not it either. Because there’s an IV in him. So…they know he’s getting human food.

So. Uh.

Hm.

Danny doesn’t want to get his hopes up. But this…might not be the Guys in White.

Of course, they might not be better than the GIW either; it’s a total possibility that Danny’s getting suckered into some scheme where every gentle permission and soft voice is a debt he owes…some new reason to take…

His eyelids twitch as they try to shut. He’s so tired. Fear kept him mobile, but now…everything is so heavy.

The lady carefully shushes him, ever so gently. She pulls up his blanket for him. Pats it down.

Danny shivers. He’s so, so scared.

“Ræste þiht,” the woman whispers. The words sound fond. Danny’s so scared, but he’s so tired. His heart is beating so fast. “An freond becymþ hraðe.”

It’s reassuring.

Danny doesn’t want it to be.

He falls asleep the way the desperate do—clawing at the last traces of wakefulness, only to have his consciousness ripped from him.

[grampsoninspace]

doctor’s orders.

Please, don’t let it be him.

Please no…

Please!

“Good evening,” a warm voice interrupts your silent pleading with whatever force is listening. There’s strain in the usual honeyed tone, which jerks your chin upward with an invisible string. Your panicked thoughts are replaced by your emergency mode, your hands trembling with adrenaline at the pain in the man’s voice.

“What did you do now?” you hiss, assessing the patient visually before you even get close to him, watching blood drip steadily from a wound just shy of his temple.

Captain Howzer smiles up at you with mischief in his brown eyes.

“I got a little too close to the action, Doc,” he shrugs.

“How many times do I have to tell you? The blood belongs inside of your body, Captain. For Maker’s sake, can we go a single week without you risking life and limb for the nearest being?” You pull your gloves on with an angry snap.

“Well… it is my job,” he tells you, trying to sound the slightest bit remorseful and failing miserably.

“I don’t care if it’s your job — it’s going to be a little hard to do it if you’re dead,” you shake your head, starting to remove his armor to assess the rest of him.

“You’re fussing again,” Howzer’s voice drops in octave and volume, much too near your ear.

“Well, that is my job,” you mimic his accent poorly, daring to look back into his eyes as you remove his chest plate.

His full lips are twisted in the faintest smile, and he is watching your every move. You roll your eyes but you can feel yourself blush, choosing instead to focus on removing his pauldrons, gauntlets, and gloves.

“I know... I like it when you fuss over me,” he leans forward and yanks the top of his blacks off with one hand, exposing his skin down to his waist.

You turn back to face him and remind yourself with a deep breath and a mental lashing that you are a fucking professional and you will do your job without incident or…

Or…?

What were you saying?

“Well?” he prompts.

“Hm?” you raise your eyebrows, pretending you were listening.

He leans back with his palms flat on the exam table, his knees farther apart than you remember. “I asked you a question.”

“Which was?” you ask, frowning, silently cursing yourself.

“I asked what your diagnosis was,” he smirks.

“I don’t know yet,” you rub your forehead with the back of your hand. “I need to get your head cleaned up first. Do you feel pain or discomfort anywhere else?”

“No pain…” His smile is teasing. “But I still expect a thorough examination. I could be in shock.”

You give him a look. “Behave yourself, Captain.”

Howzer holds his hands up. “I’m just asking you to do your job, Doc. I wouldn’t expect any less but the closest attention to detail when you’re in charge.”

You swallow, and he won’t look away from your eyes — even as you start to gently clean the wound on his forehead and he sucks in a breath through his teeth, grabbing your wrist roughly and trying to pull your hand away.

Your stomach flips but you give him a stern look.

“Captain. When I said to behave yourself, I clearly meant you need to allow me to do my job.”

“Warn me next time,” he growls, releasing you.

“I did!” You smack his hand down. “I told you I had to clean your head…”

“Oh, that’s what you meant,” he smirks up at you as you continue removing the blood from his skin. You press harder in retaliation and he grabs both of your wrists.

“Stop being belligerent or I’ll let you fuckin’ bleed to death,” you tell him through gritted teeth.

“Which one happens first?” he asks, your wrists still bound in the shackles of his rough hands.

“What—?” you ask, scrunching up your face.

“You said you’d let me fuck and bleed to death,” he repeats, pulling you forward and tugging your hands behind his back so your face is much too close to his.

“Do you think it could be in that order?” he drops his voice down deep and low, his breath warm on your skin.

“You know damn well I did not say that,” you tell him, trying to sound sure of yourself, but your voice shakes.

“Do I?” he asks, searching your face with his dilated eyes.

“Should I check your hearing?” you ask sharply, but his gaze lands on your lips.

“What?” he jokes, and you sigh in his face.

“Captain.”

His eyes flick to yours, and he leans back just enough to let your hips rest in the V his legs have made. “Say my name, and I’ll be good for you.”

“This is very unprofessional behavior,” you frown.

“I’m no snitch,” he whispers. “Besides, is it against protocol for you to use your patient’s name?”

“Of course not,” you sigh again. “But I’m using your title as a sign of respect, just as I would do with anyone else.”

“And I love that about you, but I wanna hear you say my name,” he grips your wrists harder, gives you a little yank, and you arch into him involuntarily.

“Captain Howzer…” you say, trying to keep your tone even and clinical.

“Close,” he smiles but shakes his head. “But no. Just say my name, and I’ll behave.”

You take a deep breath, knowing he’s absolutely full of shit without running a single test to prove it.

“Howzer…” you say in a low voice, your temple pressed against his. He hums low in his throat, and the vibration of it in his chest seems to travel wherever your body is touching his.

You let your lips brush his ear: “Can you please allow me to finish my exam now?”

“Yes ma’am,” he rumbles, letting go of your wrists and planting his hands on the edge of the table again.

His eyes are closed and he keeps very still as you clean his head wound, patching it with bacta and exploring the rest of the lines in his face, running your fingers over the deep scar on his cheek.

“Field medic work,” he smiles, leaning into your touch. “Didn’t have your finesse.”

“Doesn’t change anything,” you blurt out quietly.

His eyes slide open and they are darker than a starless night. “Hm?”

“You know,” you frown, pushing his face to the side to check his neck and shoulders with careful hands.

“What do I know?” he asks, his cheek twitching with how badly he’s trying not to smirk. “What doesn’t the field medic’s work change?”

You sigh roughly in the back of your throat as you move around the table to check his back. “Your… face.”

“Oh, because every clone has the same one?” he asks, a defensive lilt to his teasing.

“No!” you poke him in the shoulder blade, hard.

“Then what?” he twists, to try to make you look at him again, but you push him forward.

“What did you promise me?” you frown. “Be still, Howzer.”

He inhales deeply and sits up with perfectly straight posture. You run your hands down his spine, then press your fingers where you know injured organs would reveal tender spots. He doesn’t flinch, but you don’t know if that’s his training or an actual lack of pain. Nothing seems out of place, but knowing him, he’s probably hiding something.

“Get up,” you pat his shoulder.

He obeys, standing perfectly at attention.

And as you help him remove his lower armor, it’s very apparent that he’s not the only one.

You instantly blush, despite having seen countless human bodies in all different contexts… your whole body flushes with warmth which travels between your legs. You’re removing his knee pads and the feelings you’re having are so improper you feel yourself blushing harder with shame…

“Sorry Doc,” he says quietly. “Natural reaction.”

“To what?” you blurt out, looking up from your kneeling position into his face.

He smirks. “I think we both know you know the answer to that… You’re a doctor. You know how the human body functions in these situations…”

You shake your head. “I’m making sure you’re not going to die of internal injuries, Howzer. I’m not doing anything to try and…cause this.”

“Don’t have to,” he says, low and rough. “You just are.”

Your fingers are still on his thigh, just about to get him to lift his foot to let you remove his boot, when you stop and feel your jaw go slack.

“Please stand up,” he asks. You oblige him, and he sits back up on the exam table, obediently removing his boots for you without breaking eye contact once. You swallow around your dry throat, taking in the sight of him there in nothing but the bottom half of his blacks, which he’s now standing again to remove.

Howzer sits back up on the exam table in just his dark briefs, which — despite their color — are not doing much to hide the topic of your discussion.

Why do I want it in my mouth?

Your eyes are wide when you meet his gaze again, thankful beyond belief that he can’t read your mind. But he smiles softly like he can.

Why is that a thought I’m having right now, when I should be making sure he isn’t in any more pain?

You try to snap out of it, distracting yourself by looking fo contusions or abrasions, any signs of internal injuries or dislocated bones… You put your gloved hand on his thigh to inspect a discoloration there and his body reacts visibly to your touch.

“Howzer…” you whisper, “Should I stop?”

“Please don’t,” he breathes, reaching out to grip the wrist closest to his bare skin.

“I… I need you to stand up and turn around,” you tell him quietly, and he does as he’s told, letting you peruse the backs of his legs and the bottoms of his feet.

When he turns around again, he’s mere inches from your body, his muscles taut and his face hyper-focused on yours.

“I don’t see any other… problems,” you swallow, your voice barely audible. “You’re free to dress and go now.”

“But I don’t want to,” he shrugs, lifting his hands to cradle your face.

He doesn’t kiss you.

He brushes his nose against yours, touches your foreheads together, rubs his cheekbone up and down your cheek.

You can feel the rough texture of the skin on his face and let a soft sound escape your careful throat.

Howzer locks onto that sound like a heat-seeking missile, pressing his hand gently to your throat and repeating the motion he thinks you liked — his cheek pressed to yours.

You whimper lightly, just barely audible, and he loses his careful control to what he wants most.

He kisses you so hard it snaps your head back; you gasp into his mouth and he takes that as an invitation, exploring inside with his tongue. He only breaks the seal your lips have made to let you breathe, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your jaw and down your neck, hungrily making his way down to taste as much of your skin as he can reach.

His hands move from your face and neck to unbutton your uniform coat, pushing it down off your shoulders onto the floor, sliding his long fingers under the shirt you wear beneath.

“I want this off,” he tells you, and you nod your permission, lifting your arms to let him strip you from the waist up.

He removes your bra so quickly and easily it gives you the slightest moment of hesitation and doubt, wondering how many women he’s collected inside the warmth of his body just like this. But his hands are holding your breasts and his tongue is in your mouth again, and you quickly forget your fears. His fingers travel down to the waistband of your pants, and you don’t think you’ve ever taken them off so quickly in your entire lifetime.

“Fuck,” he whispers, looking at you in nothing but your underwear. “You’re perfect.”

“Prove it,” you tease him. “You get naked first.”

He smiles at you with bright eyes, yanking his underwear down and hopping up to lie back on the exam table with his arms behind his head, all too comfortable.

“What’s the verdict, Doc?” he asks, eyes closed, body stretched out for your (scientific) inspection.

You remove your gloves and run your fingertips from his broad shoulders to his hip bones, watching his dick twitch at the attention of your hands.

“I think you’re perfectly…healthy, Captain,” you tell him, your eyes landing on the glorious thickness he’s been hiding in those briefs.

Howzer props himself up on one elbow, turning just enough to ripple more muscles like a statue carved of some ancient god from another galaxy.

“Your turn,” he drawls, gesturing with his finger toward your underwear, and you shake your head.

“Oh now that’s just not fair,” he crows, climbing back down off the exam table and putting his hands on your hips, changing tactics.

“Do you want me to take them off for you?” he gives you a half-smile, his eyes blazing a path from your bare breasts to the fabric between him and his goal.

You nod slowly, pushing your hips just slightly forward as he dips his thumbs in the band around your waist.

“I need to hear you say it,” he says quietly.

“Please take them off,” you try to whisper, but it comes out like a whine. He looks into your eyes expectantly, wiggling his thumbs but not moving his hands any more than that.

“Howzer…” you groan. “Please.”

“That’s better,” he pushes your underwear to the floor and runs his hands back up your legs as you step out. “Isn’t it?”

He kisses you again, softer this time but no less hungry, pulling you back with him onto the exam table. He wraps his arms around you until you’re flush on top of him, nipping at your lips and running his hands all over your body, seeking friction by pressing his hips up into yours…

“Would you like to ride me, sweetheart?” he rasps, his erection pressed against your hip, his heart pounding in his chest against yours. “Because I’d like nothing more than to see you get on top and use me however you want.”

You know your face must look like you’re in pain, the need for him so strong it feels like your heart could stop. You move your knees apart and brace yourself, letting him help you to a more upright position, crawling back until you’re hovering right above him.

You look into his eyes as you guide him to your entrance, inhaling shakily as you feel the tip slide past your resistance, shoving your knees farther apart and dropping slowly to take him deeper. His eyes practically roll back in his head the farther down you go, groaning low in his throat when he’s fully sheathed inside of you.

The two of you stay very still for a long moment, just breathing while you both adjust. When you start to move on him, he looks up at you heavy-lidded and reaches up to grope your breasts, moaning a bit as you sink your fingernails into his shoulders trying to find a rhythm you both like. You roll your hips and grip him good as you do, filthy curses escaping his swollen lips with every thrust.

Howzer lifts his knees slightly to support you, gripping your hips tight as you ride him hard, forgetting every reason you shouldn’t be doing this as you lose yourself to the feeling of him inside of you as his hands explore your ass.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to fuck you like this?” he asks roughly, one hand gripping your ass, the other running up your back to grab a fistful of your hair. You shake your head, unable to form cohesive thoughts as you move on him faster, your need for him only increasing the harder you fuck him.

He sits up suddenly, spreading his legs and bending his knees, wrapping his arms around your lower back and staring right in your eyes as he fucks you right back.

You run your hands through his hair, rubbing the fuzz where his head is shaved and crying out as he hits the perfect spot while holding you this close.

“Since day one,” he rasps. “I’ve wanted you like this since I first met you. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about taking you right here, just like this…”

He grunts as you clench around him, wetter than ever and panting his name, blissfully close to him making you cum in his lap right on your fucking exam table.

“Fuck me, Howzer,” you beg him, all sense of propriety lost in the lustful haze clouding your brain and flooding your body with heat. “Please just fuck me.”

“No, baby,” he denies you. “I want this to last.”

“But I’m so close,” you whine, pushing him down on his back and riding him harder.

He moves his hand from your hip to press his fingertips to your clit, not bothering to move them with how quickly your hips are rocking, and your head rolls loosely on your neck as your back arches. You bite your lip to keep from screaming as he drags the orgasm right out of you with his lazy fingers and his ridiculously perfect cock.

“Howzer, I can’t, I’m gonna…” you whine, and he pulls himself up again, locking eyes with you as he feels you hit your threshold, a strangled moan slipping out of you as he keeps you close while you cum.

“Come on, baby,” he coaxes as you start to slow your movements to a near-stop, “Are we done already?”

“Sit up,” you tell him, climbing off of him and the table, kneeling and watching him swing his legs over the side.

“Am I already due for another exam—” he chokes on his teasing remark as you take his leaking dick into the tight wetness of your mouth, rolling your tongue underneath him and hollowing your cheeks.

“Fucking Maker,” Howzer groans, his hands instantly tangling in your hair, hips bucking toward your face. “You keep that up and I’m not going to last much longer either.”

Your only reply is to bob your head, taking him deeper toward your throat with each motion, using your hands to grip what can’t fit inside your mouth.

“Oh sweet fuck,” he growls, turning into an absolute mess as you stare up into his eyes while you suck him off. He doesn’t know where to put his hands and he’s trying so hard to let you do what you want, but you can feel him throbbing and you know he’s ready to lose it.

“Sweetheart, I don’t know where you want me to cum, but you’d better decide fast,” he rasps, his eyes squeezing shut.

You keep him in your mouth, but pull back just enough to swirl your tongue around his already-sensitive tip. He groans and shoves his dick deeper in your mouth, yanking your head back by the hair as he loses control. He cums down your throat with a series of grunts and moans your name when he’s finally finished. You swallow every drop, content to lick him lazily until he groans and tugs on your hair to make you stop, guiding your face back up to his.

“You’re mine now, I hope you know,” he growls in your ear, his scarred cheek pressed to yours as he does.

You nod in agreement, feeling his fingers slip between your legs again as he kisses you gently at first…

But you make sure to call him “Captain” when he makes you cum the second time, with nothing but his tongue.

[cheollipop]

Ohhh!! Congratulations on reaching the 2k milestone!! So so proud of you and happy for you!! With your writing and ideas you deserve so many more followers!! Here’s to hoping you gain more in the time you stay here!!

also don’t think about being squished between wooyoung, seonghwa and san as they congratulate you for all your hard work by ruining you on their cocks and smothering you in kisses and praises 💕😘

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aah;; thank you so much roo!! I appreciate you soso much, seriously. tysm for all your support!! <3<3 how dare you add a kiss emoji after that sentence istg I'm gonna kiss fight you 🫵 made me short-circuit or whatever >_< the visual though.....yummy. this is a little short bc writing four people is kinda difficult shfhjd happy reading!~

pairing: jung wooyoung x choi san x fem!reader x park seonghwa

w.c.: 0.5k

tags: smut, cockwarming, oral (f), fluffy, praise, a sprinkle of mxm

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

Leaning back into Seonghwa’s chest, the sweat on your back binding with that covering his skin and spreading heat through the new point of contact, his arms encircling your waist to push you further into his lap. Plush lips pressed against your temple, and his thumb rubbed soothing lines over your side while he rutted up into you, his cock encased within your throbbing heat, still while the other two ravished you.

San’s mouth left trails of spit over down your body, his tongue catching the alkaline taste of your sweat as it moved back up to your neck, his lips brushing over Seonghwa’s before returning to sucking bruises into your delicate skin. Soft groans sounded in your ears, San’s in the left and Seonghwa’s in the right, the squelch of your pussy taking his cock harmonizing with that of the veiny hand pumping San’s pulsing length.

Wooyoung’s tongue wrapped around your clit, his body laid fat between your legs as he rutted into the mattress, sucking on your stretched entrance to catch the slick gushing out. One hand rested on your inner thigh, lax as you spread yourself out without his intervention, the other worked over San’s cock, feeling it twitch as he squeezed out an endless stream of precum from the angry cockhead.

Seonghwa’s voice—rumbly with lust—flowed into your ear, “our good girl, is she enjoying her little party?”

You nodded, rolling your head back to rest on his shoulder while restlessly fidgeting on his cock. San, with your nipple trapped between his teeth, chuckled.

“She’s getting needy,” he flicked the perked-up bud with his pointer, leaning back to take you in properly, a sigh leaving his lips when Wooyoung squeezed around his base. “Oh darling, but we’ve only just begun.”

“Stop teasing our precious angel,” with an irritated huff, Wooyoung gave your clit a harsh suck before pulling away, looking up at the older man with impatience painting his features. “Hyung, fuck her properly or I will.”

Seonghwa rolled his eyes, yet pushed Wooyoung out the way and bent his body forward, gently placing you down on your stomach with his cock still stuffed inside you. He watched how it sunk into your tight hole, how your inner thighs were coated with your arousal, throbbing inside you at the visual. Rutting his hips at a languid pace, all three men silently watched how Seonghwa buried himself in your heat, the veiny shaft disappearing behind your ass with every thrust. Wooyoung’s sudden “hurry�� dragged him out of his thoughts, and he knew he had to get on with it if the others wanted to have a turn as well. Though with Wooyoung wrapped around San’s broader figure, his hand reaching forward to once again wrap around his cock while San fucked up and into his fist, it seemed as though they might not need to ravish you after all.

Seonghwa pressed himself to your back, your chests rising and falling in unison and his hot breath fanning over your cheek, a soft whisper against your heated skin igniting a million fires within you,

“Let me show our pretty baby just how proud she’s made us.”

[passmethatcokezero]

Breakfast in bed (18+ // hoshi!friends to lovers au)

soonyoung x fem!reader 7.8k words warnings: minors dni! first timers (breaking your fasts as virgins *wink wink*), unprotected sex (this is pure fiction! please wear protection irl!!), horny soonyoung like so horny since he has been wanting you since years ago and he finally gets to lay his hands on you, smut with oh so little fluff at the end, thinking if I will be writing a part two just because i think this needs more lol. visual gifs here and there.

a/n: it has been a long time since I posted. anyway this has been in my drafts, so here you go!

Ding dong ding dong ding dong!

The impatience gave it away. It's probably your very first lover - so fresh it all finally began yesterday. All the mutual pining, push and pull, every tease from his clique, every set-up from your friends – all did not go in vain when Soonyoung courageously, albeit oh so painfully slowly confessed his erratic heart beats whenever you send him a meme, his voice memos full of unspoken feelings he records every time he thinks he is going to explode (and he doesn’t want to let his friends know), and his little dimple that only comes out of his shy smile upon getting a whiff of your perfume that lingered in his car.

“Hi, girlfriend,” he smirks as you open the door right when the clock strikes seven. “Flowers for the lovely lady who looks gorgeous with bed hair.” a cute remark followed by a sweet peck on your lips, but nonetheless earns him a smack on the chest as you tried to fix your “bed hair”. Although you have already prepped up and showered after your early morning workout, nothing beats staying on your bed on a Sunday.

“What makes you so early – all dressed up?” you set the flowers in your empty vase by the tv as he makes himself comfortable on your sofa, all the while thinking if you missed a prior commitment as Soonyoung’s default plus one.

“I did not dress up! This is how good I usually look,”

“Nah you’re trying to impress your girl, aren’t you?”

“I am just ALWAYS this impressive, miss.”

“Okay fine, mister,” you pulled him into the dining area for breakfast. “Come, I’ll make you breakfast before that gets in your head.”

Of course, being in love with him for years had you yearning for his warmth, but you have never imagined how Soonyoung can be clingy like this; he just cannot leave an inch between your bodies ever since he stepped in your apartment. 

“What are we cooking?”

“Well…” you leaned your back on his chest, stroking his arms that embraced your waist. “...what does my boyfriend want to eat for breakfast?”

It was ticklish, the way he nozzles his nose against your ears, kissing your temples in the midst of it. “Hmm… what do I want for breakfast…?” he softly speaks.

Your legs started to tremble as his deep voice swiftly raced to your core. “Y-Yeah, I have eggs, pancakes? Or maybe you want salad –”

“You…”

The word escapes his mouth as soon as his lips distanced away from your temples from a sweet kiss.

More than ticklish, it was arousing to the fact that you almost gave in when his hands traveled inside your shirt.

“S-Soonyoung…” you chuckled lightly as you faced him. “You’re so funny you know!”

“What?”

“You’ve been wanting me like this all this time, and you never said a word?”

He bites his lip in embarrassment, or in something else as he locks his sight in yours. “Well… okay I was a coward I admit. But now, I am brave enough to make advances since you’re mine.”

“As early as seven? Come on, we can do that later I promise. Let’s just –”

“That can wait.” He caught your lips for a kiss he had always wanted to share with you, other than the sweet one yesterday. The lip-locking went on for a while, going wet in less than ten seconds into it. You can feel his eagerness to savor every second of it, probably to make up for all the wasted opportunities he could have had.

You felt yourself being lifted up to the counter as he settled himself between your thighs without tearing away from the kiss. His desperation was on the surface now; he wanted you ever since, he wanted to kiss you so hard, so deep he might not feel his jaw afterwards. He wanted to touch every single inch of you, enough of just a friendly tap or high-five. He wanted you all his life, more than you know, more than what he confessed yesterday. More than your own feelings for him.

He gasps as he breaks away from the lewd kiss, realizing his hold on your thighs have been too tight for his own sake.

“Fuck, I could have kissed you like that every single day since junior high.”

“Damn, that long?” he trails kisses on your neck as he groans in frustration. “Well then… we should make the most of it now I guess?”

He perks up with a smile he can’t hide. “So… what do we do now?”

“I don’t know… whatever couples do.” you winked at him.

“Whatever adult couples do.”

Your body sprung on the mattress as he discarded his layers somewhere in the room, growling an authoritative “don’t” when you almost followed suit taking off your cozy, (sultry, in Soonyoung’s vocabulary), weekend wear.

He swims through the bed on his way to his prey kissing all the skin he passed through. “Let me do the undressing, princess.” With movements seemingly driven by excitement and arousal at the same time, every contact he makes feels electrocuting and the way his misty, naked body glides over makes your camisole dress reveal some of your torso.

“I can’t… I can’t believe it…” he chuckles, head dropping low as he settles on top of you. “You are mine now?” Looking up to meet your eyes, with his a bit moist with tears.

It was a little funny, him being emotional on the edge, but no doubt he has once again tugged your heartstrings. Soonyoung, your loud and energetic best friend, always fiery and full of passion, the diligent hard worker who plays harder, who is popular among his colleagues even past working hours, who most think he can't get enough of everyone’s attention when all he craves are yours…

Fuck. What's with Soonyoung's kisses? Just a moment ago, you were able to think straight and yet here you are, mind all hazed as if caused by your heavy, warm exhales. His kisses went everywhere, tasting every bit of your skin as his tongue travelled from your neck to your now bare chest. Heck you didn't even notice at which part did he undress your one cloth on.

No words were exchanged nor let out by any of you, only savoring the moment as if speaking might lose your focus - him, on his every act to make you feel good; and you, on feeling his hot cavern devouring fragments of your untouched flesh.

He starts to suck on one of your mounds as one hand grasps on the other, playing on both buds to stimulate you even more. 

"S-Soonyo…" you cannot even finish his name. You've never made out with someone else, moreso gotten laid ever. It has always been you helping yourself, touching here and there, playing with yourself when your body aches for it.

Everything was new to you that it keeps you sending goosebumps all over, and getting your folds dripping since the session by the kitchen.

The anticipation rose as he goes down further, his kisses trailed in your abdomen to your waist, automatically making your thighs magnet upon feeling ticklish.

"Baby… can I…?" He asks softly, looking at you whose eyes shut to pleasure. Your contorted face feeds his ego to the core, smirking at the sight he himself created. "I bet you're so wet, you needed my mouth to sip all of it, huh?"

Your lips must have been bloodied right now. A fuel in the form of his words ignited your arousal to its peak, feeling some hot liquid dripping into your undies.

"Shit… just fucking do it."

The lack of touch for a while made you look at him, only to see a Kwon Soonyoung looking intently at your face, irises so dark and cloudy.

"Fuck... you look so hot like this. Can I hear you beg for me, baby?" He says, rather innocently and monotonously. But all you know he is already going nuts inside, hearing him choke on his own saliva.

"Please…" you wanted to rub your thighs together so bad you were almost squeezing with him in between. With all the desperation on your voice you blurted out with a moan, "Please… Soonyoung…. Please…."

Cursing in his breath after a groan, he aggressively pulls your panties down, rummaging your folds with his hungry mouth. Mind once again goes blank as you try to feel his every movement.

Finally, you got your pussy be eaten out. Oh the wonders it does, the nirvana it brings. You only heard stories and watched some on the dirty world of internet, but fuck. Being eaten out must have been the most pleasurable thing in the world to humans. You never realized if it has always been like that but the pleasure made you even want to thank the heavens for creating your pussy so sensitive, and so ready for eating.

His mouth conquers your south, savoring your arousal as he slurps on it. All the rubbing, the kissing, and the teasing was enough to make you a moaning mess you didn't even mind if your neighbors can hear. You've indulge in your fair share of overheard sex; now must have been the payback for it albeit unsure if they're at the other side.

"You're so sweet, baby, mhhm," His breath tickles your south as your mind went blank. Soonyoung had to smirk seeing your mouth hanging, feeling all good because of him. He continued moaning here and there as he pleases you in all the angles he knew, teasing you as he figured the vibrations must have been producing all this wetness: more for him to slurp.

"Ahh Soonyoung, you're so fucking good," you managed to speak in between breaths. "Soonyoung… ahhh… please… more."

Even when he is already feeling dizzy from all the arousal he's trying to control and haze surrounding his eyesight, he still managed to give you what you want. His tongue goes up a little, playing with your shiny button as he plans to give you more.

His hand then introduces itself to your drenching hole, one by one, a finger goes in to give you friction and the second to scissor and stretch you out. With a hole that tight, he's aware he need one more finger to go in, but not so soon when he enjoys the view of your face in a mess and back arching as a reaction.

"This tight and warm pussy too, all for me?" He asks innocently sounding and yet full of crimson red, almost criminal, thoughts.

Your moans were already too much especially when he hits your spot from time to time. He was too serious about it like his life depended on it. He was doing an excellent job, even adapting a rhythmic pattern to fucking your hole with his hand all the while stretching you and hitting your spot.

"Shit… i think I'm close…" you were heaving breaths, eyes still shut, tighter when you felt his tongue pressing a little harder with your clit and a finger rubbing your most sensitive spot. You almost screamed at the sensation, but you were so quick to cover your mouth with your arms when you had your release (too considerate of your neighbors but a little loose for Soonyoung to savor it all).

Soonyoung himself had made it known he too was overwhelmed of the arousal that drowns his consciousness. It was as if he was drunken by your juices; mind going insane at how your moans mixed with his make such a good music to his ears.

Until he can't take it anymore and reached for his boxers, feeling his hard stick.

"Gahh…" for a moment he took time to feel himself, his warm breath hovering over your exposed wet folds. He was grunting by himself, frustrated that he can't control himself ㅡ he wanted to feel you right then, rummage into your hole and pleasure himself to his limit. But he is not gonna do that on your first time. Maybe the second, he could be more upfront about how he wanted to fuck you so hard and pound against you until his thighs give up on him.

"Soonyoung, are you okay?" Worried after hearing his gentle cries, you asked.

"I'm sorry babe, I am just…"

"Come here, baby," you were weak, but tried to raise yourself a little. "Need a little help?" You asks as you pulled him to your warmth by his lips. He kisses you back a bit more aggressive than the first contact. Lip-locking went so deep you didn't realize your were both craving oxygen by the time your body was sinking in the mattress. With a hiss, he breaks the kiss and smirks.

"Fuck… why do you make me want you so bad?"

"How bad?" You tested him.

You knew him from the tips of his hair down to the last bit of his toe nails. The way he is acting, you know he desires your whole being, you know he wants every inch of your skin no less than a millimeter distance from his. And you know he craves it hard and rough.

"Oh you don't wanna know,"

"What if I do?"

He looks at you, irises sparkle at your consent. Head spinning, he is going crazy, but he can't admit it. "Should I… show you then?"

You nodded at him. He dives in for a kiss one more time before he positions himself to your entrance. His hot girth sweeping sticky juices against your folds, coating himself while doing so.

"Ready, babe?"

You were actually thinking twice - are you? You were virgin your whole life, untouched and unkissed. Being too nitpicky about relationships had you missing out on so much fun and pleasure ㅡ heck you even never noticed your friend's hints at you nor the obvious teasing from the others. You chose to build a parasocial relationship with that actor you've been following for quite some time. The thirst traps were enough for you to attend to your wet needs. The fanfics even more so ignite that sexual tension you had with someone who have not seen you ever.

Then came Kwon Soonyoung's shy but passionate confession when you two were left alone inside Jihoon's studio. You never thought someone ever thought of you or seen you like how he does. Adding fuel to the fire was that, ever since you met him again in college, you can't deny the fact that he had grown into such a fine man. The girls in your class gush at him, and envy you for being a close friend of his that he gets to walk with you to the subway. And most of the time eat with you for lunch every Wednesday when your schedule does not match your girl friends.

While you never knew, Soonyoung bottled up all the jealousy to himself. That one mathematics professor who had been kind to you not knowing he was a friend of your mother; that senior guy named Seungcheol whom you have kept your eyes on and screamed your lungs out for during one basketball game; your neighbors Mingyu and Wonwoo whom you have grown close spending holidays together for some time now; even your girlfriends who don't ever want to leave your side. He had no rights to being jealous and it angered him so bad why reality hits him that way.

Not until now, all the jealousy vanished to none when his reality slapped him back a gift he had always been trying to manifest in his life; the only person he promised to ever lock his heart with. You.

His hard cock was welcomed by your tight entrance. Breaths were heavy and eyes almost well up as he tears your hole. The silence was too loud in the room that only your sensual sounds vibrated throughout the space. It was such an experience, having your hole stretch to his girth. Painful at first, stinging if you may even say so. The arousal you had prepared for him was almost not enough to lubricate his way in. You thought he was too big for an inexperienced hole.

"Soonyoung, w-wait…"

You didn't notice how you were digging your nails at the back of his hands - which you didn't also notice holding yours against the mattress.

"Baby…" He wipes the tear that formed in your eyes. "I'm sorry, is it too much? Should I… stop?"

There he goes again with that fucking soft voice he only has for you.

"No…" you assured him hastily with a faint smile. "Just… this… it's my first."

That alone, he figured how to handle the situation. It was his first too, but not the first time he imagined it happening. He know he had to take it slow, just as how he learned from the videos he imagined could be the both of you. It might seem he was a little perverted, but he had and would only be so just for you.

"I'll be careful," He kisses your forehead and you nodded.

Accompanying with a sweet kiss, he went on entering your heat as slow as he can, as careful as his patience can take. It had you whimpering, but you trusted Soonyoung. You know how loyal the guy can be, especially with his words. He indeed treated you like a delicate gem.

"You're so fucking good in taking me in," He lightens up the mood with the compliment. "Just a little…. More…." And he gasps as your hole engulfed him fully.

"So warm…." Your breaths exchange through each other's mouths as you take time adjusting to his size. You can't believe how huge he was, filling your hole so perfectly like it was molded inside of you.

A lewd mouth-conquering once again starts, now ever passionate than the first ones. It was like both of you were feeling each other: your warmth, your wetness, his length, and that stupid throbbing that makes you go crazy; taking time to internalize how both you are now one, connected by the tension you two had been denying.

"I can stay like this forever," you managed to say to which he giggled. "Fuck, do you feel how wet I am?" 

"I know right, you want me so bad." He boasts himself, "Be honest, am I too good for a first timer?"

"First-timer my ass!"

"You don't believe me? Look I'm trying to give you caution that it might get clumsy as a beginner…" He teases you as he circles his hips, which earned him a hot moan from you.

"Ah shit, keep doing that…"

"I can…" He groans, "But I have other plans."

He dives on to your neck as he starts kissing it everywhere, while his hips started to rock slowly. The slight friction was already making you go crazy, you can't even think of anything but Soonyoung taking your virginity away from you. How his gentle body rolls make your pussy so well attended, you can even picture how he does it with that dancer hips of his. Hot - it must have been so hot, so fiery, so sexy.

"Fuck, you're so good baby ahh~" you thought saying something might encourage him instead of just having you moan endlessly (although that is not as bad, too.)

"You like it?"

"So… fucking much…. Ahh…" 

You can't help but moan, it was just too pleasurable.

"Your moans… fuck…. Making me want you more," He said, groaning in frustration. He didn't realize he was gaining speed, which you didn't mind as well. His thrusts also gained force, his length starting to thrust in from a distance. He was going harder, and faster.

No words were exchanged. Just moans and hisses and curses in between the slaps of his skin to yours. The mattress then joining in with the creaks, visibly and audibly trying to handle the intense workout going on. Your moans reached a note you didn't know you can and his going deeper notes from his range. Suddenly you felt a knot on your tummy. This must be it, you thought. You are cumming.

"S-Soonyoung… I am…"

"Shit you're getting tighter fuck," He drowned your words with his own. "Come again?"

"I think I'm gonna… cum…" 

"Oh yeah?" He was thinking of holding his for a while. He too felt like cumming but he was having too much pleasure.

He just loves going in out of your warmth, feeling your moist hole as he slams his, the pressure on his thighs and even arms that support his weight, the slapping sound and the hint of arousal in the air, he wanted to make the most of it.

"Do I make you feel that good, baby? Do you like my cock? How big it is that it fills and stretches your tight pussy, huh?"

Foul-mouthed Soonyoung must have been a turn on for you. He cannot believe he just heard the loudest and longest moan from you tonight, followed right up by your hot release.

He smirks at his fault. You were drained.

As the scent of sex fills the room, you felt a kiss on your lips as he goes on helping you with your release. You were too sensitive as he slowly rides your high, you wanted to stop him for a while but shit, the process felt so good if not more sensual than the rest that happened that you almost bit his lips.

"Ah… I'm sorry."

"Nah, that was…hot…" 

He finally let's out when you've stabilized your breathing for a while. The absence of his cock from inside you was another kind of loneliness you never knew existed.

"Have you… cum yet?" You asked him faintly, as he settles beside you. 

"I can't cum inside you can I?" He thought for a while as he pumps himself, eyes closed.

You smiled at his consideration. Albeit giggling at the fact that there even might be precum leaked inside. Anyway, you have your stock of pills, no problem with that.

"Then let me at least finish it for you?"

He was about to let you know his confusion when you already had your hand in his cock, replacing his.

"Ah… sssshit." It was an image he had pleasured himself with once or twice if he will be honest. You, pumping his hard, reddened cock, and then taking it to your mouth.

The gutteral groan he let out was a sound you never thought would come from him but it did.

Your tongue was the first to welcome him from the tip, circling it as if tasting your own cum and his leakings, later on conquering the head with your mouth. He was holdng on to the sheets so hard he was crumbling them in his fists.

"Fuck…" you thought you heard more curse but you were too occupied to hear them.

He too was too focused on how his cock finally got an attention he had been wishing for. For him indeed, to be eaten is the best feeling in the world, unaware of your mutual notion.

His eyes were shut tight, eyebrows furrowed and mouth agape; he cannot control his delight upon the materialization of one of his dark crimson fantasies.

You went in deeper, as much as your mouth can handle. Too bad your mouth must have been quite in the smaller size you had to seek help with your free hand to give him the blow job of his dreams.

"Shit now I'm doubting this is your first…" He managed to blurt out after he exhaled deeply, looking at you with a pair of hooded eyes you never saw from him.

"We learn things out of curiosity," you smirked. "I'll show you one thing I learnedㅡ" you cut your own words, hand still rubbing him sultry. "ㅡif you're such a good boy, and promise to moan as loud as you can if you like it. Hmm?"

You giggled how you saw his lips started to redden to his bite. Oh you just know how much you affect him, its kinda unfair, he must have thought.

You went back to sucking his cock, hollowing your cheeks with a suck he did not see coming. The moan he let out was almost a cry, but he kept his promise. It was loud, even lingered for a quite a while turning into some kind of a growl.

"That so fucking hot of you, baby…" you whispered. "You like that?"

A groan was enough for your to go back to your business, sucking him dry, gradually increasing speed. He was writhing, a moaning mess, underneath you and fuck, it was such a sight to see and hear him in full lustful glory, almost like an underling to your prowess, all because of you.

His shy hand was trying its best not to hurt you with its pull of your hair as you pushed your self deeper, his tip causing a gag you were quick to deny. 

"Fuck…" his voice cracked a bit and it was then his loans turned octaves higher than his usual.

Music to your ears, and your wet pool in the south.

You sucked him faster, gaining momentum and rhythm with your head as he meets your mouth with his hips. He says he couldn't help it, you heard him mumble albeit not too audible.

"Babe… babe you can… stop now." He said between breaths which caused you some confusion, and a bit of self doubt. Is there something wrong?

"Babe please come here…" He cooed as he fixated his back against the headboard, signaling you to come closer. You settled at his thigh, moistened bodies touching, foreheads resting against each other as both race breaths.

"Did I… do something wrong?"

He was still whimpering by himself, suddenly taking your lips on a lock once again. You let him be, taking time to answer what could have been a little sensitive at this time.

The kiss took long enough when you felt his body, shaking a bit hard on on your leftㅡhe was pumping himself too fast which you didn't know he had been helping himself as soon as he kissed you. 

He rests his head against the wooden board, while you take in the hottest image you have seen of him so far. You know he was near his release when his teeth started gritting, eyes and brows shut to pleasure.

"I'm… cumming…."

His breaths sounded so hoarse, and you thought of nothing but to kiss that sumptuous long neck right in front of your eyes, and paint his thigh the arousal that once again made itself known.

Not too long and he releases strands of his cum, accompanied by his deep moan that resonated to your core.

"I don't know… how to end this…" He giggled, still chasing his breath as he kisses you once more, pulling you closer to him as if there was any distance left. "I'm… sorry," He began to speak, caressing your chin with his fingers. "I'm…"

"Hmm…?"

He sighs in defeat. "I'm… too shy to cum… inside your mouth. Or just… cumming… like the idea of having these sticky liquid all over you… inside you… I… it's making me shy, you might think it's… dirty or anything? I mean it's our first so… you might not be used to it yet… and the fact that... i dod not wear any protection... felt like violated you, my love."

You saw how hard he constructed that ment of his, which earned him a soft giggle from you.

"Oh my God… Soonyoung." You gave him a peck before continuing, "why are you so cute?" and gave him a hug so warm, so endearing. "Don't worry about those things I don't make you even think of. I'm all good."

He blushed moreover from his aftersex glow. "Well... I wasn't being cute!" He lets you rest on his chest. "Anyway… this is just the first. I'll be more confident in our next." His breath felt closer to your ear, as his airy voice filled the room. "Unless you need help with that wetness right now?"

You just know his face have turned smug now, so proud of how he can make you feel aroused so damn fast.

Of course, you gave in. You needed another release, manifested through not just the wetness, but also the aching of your inner thighs. You want him again, and again. His fault for being too hot for your sake.

"How about a ride before we get to eat breakfast?"

[cherriegyuu]

Hiii. So i got into a car accident today while driving, nothing too bad happened to my car and the car that hit mine. Im also not badly jnjured but mentally, just got so traumatized from the impact. I can still hear the loud boom upon impact and like now im home about to sleep and while ive had many thoughts, one of them was just hoping there was someone who would care for me. Someone who’d come to my rescue as it happened and process the trauma with me. I could really see this with Seungcheol. Could you possibly write a drabble about this if its not too much ask?

Thank you

like we talked before, i hope you're doing well and that the worse is gone. i hope you enjoy! sorry it took me so long

pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader genre: angst  word count: 1.1k warning: car accident, reader gets hurt (minor)

a/n: this was not proofread

requests are open

You dropped the keys on the table, your bag and coat right on top of it. You glanced at your hands, just to have the confirmation that they were still shaking, though a visual confirmation wasn't really necessary, as you could feel it. The sight of it was just an added bonus. 

No more than 5 hours before you were in a car accident. While on your way to work, you stopped at a red sign — as one usually does — when someone hit you from behind, causing your car to hit the one in front of you. 

You were stuck in the car for at least 45 minutes until they managed to get you out. Your leg was stuck, it wasn't broken or hurt, but you were confident that if you tried to move it then you'd injure it. 

During those 45 minutes, all you wanted was to call Seungcheol and have his voice calm you down even just for a second. But your phone was inside your purse, in the backseat, so there was no way of reaching it. So you stayed stuck, silently crying.

The paramedics did their best to calm you down, talking with you the entire time, assuring you that everything was going to be okay. 

"Can I call my boyfriend?" you asked once they pulled you out.

The medic smiled at you and handed you your purse. You knew that Seungcheol was at a meeting, like his earlier text informed you, outside of town, so there was a possibility of him not answering the phone. But you had to try it. You: needed to hear his voice even if it was just the voicemail. 

He picked up the phone on the fourth ring.

"Baby, what happened? Is everything okay?" He said as soon as he picked up the call.

Seungcheol knew that you wouldn't call him over nothing, just to chat, while he was in a meeting, a very important one at that. That was an agreement the two of you made early on in your relationship: phone calls were mostly for emergencies during work hours. 

"I was in an accident," you said, trying to control your voice so as not to scare him "Someone hit me from behind so I hit the car in front of me"

There was a moment of silence, then the sound of a door closing.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

You couldn't hold back your tears anymore, not to the sound of his voice growing worried by the second. And you didn't want to do that, didn't want him to be worried about things he couldn't do anything about. He was hours away from home, working. You knew what the sound of your crying would do to him, and yet you couldn't bring yourself to stop. 

"I'm okay, just scared. The sound of the car hitting me was so loud, then someone screamed and an alarm went off somewhere around me. I just…" you pressed a hand to your temple, suddenly aware of the thin layer of blood running down your cheek "Oh, shit"

"yn?" Seungcheol's voice was desperate on the other side of the line "What is it? What happened"

"Miss? We have to go now" he heard someone say

"They're taking me to the hospital," you said, starting to cry again "Just to make sure everything is fine, I think"

"Everything is fine, you're okay," he said, his tone suddenly changing, a little more bright "I'll be home soon, okay? I'll figure something out, but I'll be there as soon as I can. I love you"

Seungcheol felt yet another squeeze in his heart. He should have been home, closer to you. Should have been able to get back sooner than a few hours. The world seemed to be moving slower than usual, the traffic not moving at all. He just wanted to get home, to you. He needed to see, with his own eyes, that you were, in fact, fine. 

It didn't matter to him that you told him you were okay, multiple times, that while at the hospital you kept updating him and reassuring him. Seungcheol knew that sometimes you'd downplay how you felt to not burden others. 

He could tell just from your voice that you were still shaken up, as your words came out almost whispered. 

Seungcheol pushed open the door to the apartment you shared. His eyes scanned the living room, then the kitchen. Only to find you standing over the stove, mindlessly stirring something in a pan.

"yn? baby?”

You had been so lost in your mind, in the memories of the accident, that you didn’t hear him coming in, or the sound of the door. But his voice was enough to bring you back. 

“Cheollie,” you said.

The moment you saw him, you broke down. The entire day, after that first call with him, you had managed to keep it together. Crying once had been enough, as it usually was. But not this time around. You had never been in an accident before, not even close, and the moment kept being replayed in your mind as if you were stuck in this infinite loop of that moment. You remember the sound more than anything else, so loud that made you think that the accident had been far worse than it actually was. 

Seuncgehol held your face, his thumbs pushing away your tears, as he searched your face for any injuries. Only to find the small band-aid over your right eyebrow. It was the light blue one you always kept in the bathroom. 

“Are you hurt anywhere else?”

His voice was so soft, his touch so gentle.

“Can you just hug me? That’s all I really need right now”

Seungcheol wasted no time in pulling you to him, one of his hands on your waist and the other one at the back of your neck. He planted small kisses on your temple, over the band-aid, on your cheek, on your hair. He wasn’t sure what he could do for you. The worst seemed to have passed, but he knew that you’d still be thinking about it for days.

“Thank you for picking up my call,” you said against his chest “and for coming home. I didn’t want to be by myself today. Sorry I interrupted your meeting though, I know it was important”

He pulled back a little. He had the sweetest smile on his face, his dimples showing as he caressed your head before pressing his lips against yours.

“This is the only place in the world I wanna be at”

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[the-daiz]

#3— sink your fangs deeper

—Angstober day 3: Self-destruction

Pairing; Kurapika x reader

Warning(s); self-destruction, panic attack(s), unhealthy everything, unspecified relationship status, a tad confusing,

Synopsis; silent acknowledgment and comforting Kurapika.

✎Word count; 0.4k

♪ Playlist; Why didn't you stop me?

A/N: Read between the lines.👍 Also, a little (and probably short-lived) break from opm stuff. I miss kurapika.

Deep strangled breathes. Always those uneven pants, laden with pent-up exhaustion and incessant stress.

You'd seen him in this state so frequently— if you happened to hear those unpleasant heaves from another room, you could almost involuntarily visualize the current physical state he was in.

Hands clutching around his eyes. Teeth grinding together— causing his breaths to come out a seething hiss. Back slumped forward, either sitting on a chair or pushed against a wall.

Your heartbeat quickened upon hearing the familiar sound. It was like instinct. When you drew in a strained breath through your nose. And when your legs tugged toward the sound. It was a habit.

You despised seeing what he did to himself. How he actively refuses to take better care of his mental— and occasionally physical, wellbeing.

He says it's to keep the anger searing within him. Stinging and burning him with every step he took. Ensuring he never forgets.

What could you tell him? You weren't in any position to talk either. Your own journey wasn't exactly mentally sane either.

Nonetheless, anxiety crept up your form as you wordlessly walked over to him, eyebrows drawing inward.

Again, he sat on the edge of the bed. An elbow propped against his knee with his hand over his face. His slouched back rises and falls with his inhales and exhales in unrhythmic beats. 

You slowly took a seat beside him, the bed sinking as it molded to your frame. 

He felt his brows furrow further at your presence. He hated whenever you had to see him like this, and he hated how much he yearned for your solace. Any form of solace.

He shakily looked at you, his hand jerking away slightly. Your lips pursed as you caught sight of his eyes, drawn and sunken with grief. 

He felt his chest constrict at your face. It was lined with exhaustion too but radiated surrender.

He hated wanting to take advantage of your crippled sense of need.

Your palm pressed against his arm, prying his grip further away from his temple with an exchanged tacit look of understanding. His breathing continued to fall short and rapid, features creasing the longer they lingered on yours.

After a beat of hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you, his body latching onto yours in desperation. You let your hands lightly embrace his torso, letting his trembling form pour its weight onto your deteriorating mind.

His nails indented into your back as he clutched your attire tighter, his back arching and mending into yours. You simply bit the inside of your cheek and endured the stinging he wracked with his quivering hold, allowing him to let out all he could.

[kenlvry]

you're the only sp writer i request from you're literally my fav 😢😢 but can i request stan kyle and kenny with a reader who gets jealous really easily??

reader who is easily jealous

an, HI OMG THIS IS SO SWEET ILY ANON ☹️☹️🫶🫶 18-19

kyle

okay kyle didn't know you were the type to get easily jealous, i mean he js thought you didn't really care and kinda let him roll with whoever he wants but thats probably because he hangs out with girls who are in the same cliques as you so,,

it was until you literally glared at the waitress who stared at him for one too many seconds he knew, you ended up having a bad mood throughout the whole meal and eyeing the waitress "baby r you okay?" "why? if im not are you going to leave me for that stupid waitress?" "WHAT NO???"

theres always two reasons why you're so quiet on a date, kyle was too friendly with a girl or a girl was too friendly with him. you ignore him roll your eyes at him and he's just begging you to give him an ounce of attention.

if a girl likes his story you literally stalk her, her mom, her brother, her father, her boss, her colleagues everything.

you continue to ignore that girl for weeks and roll your eyes at her whenever you see her around cz why u liking my mans story? keep your likes baby

he finds it so hot tbh like omg ur this obsessive with me?? 🤭 he gets turned on by this for sure.

even though he finds it attractive and it gets him all sweaty he needs to he careful because you weren't easy to persuade once your jealous fr. once he had to get down on his knees, crying out to you to please look at him. he loves you though and he'd do it again

a thud was heard from your window, then another, and another. it was annoying you so you open your curtains to see what was causing the noise, it was your boyfriend. you opened up your window sticking out half of your body out of the window, "kyle?" you yell, "please unblock me, i dont know why she follows and likes all my post i swear" he yells back. you smile to yourself at how desperate this man is "what if i dont want to?" you put your hands in the frame of the window smiling "um,, I haven't really thought about it" "oh bye then" "wait wait!" he called out and you turn back from walking away. "I'll uh.. I'll freeze myself!" your eyes upon widen at his dumb idea "what no you idiot" he takes off his jacket, gloves and hands then put it on the ground, he then kneels clasp his hands together "please?" "omg." you rub your temples together and rush down. kyle sighs thinking you left him, looking at the ground of shame because now the neighbors think he got another girl pregnant or something. the front door open and he flung his head to its direction, you walked out with your own coat wrapping it around him "you can beg all you want but there's a way to do it without hurting yourself" "anything to make you happy" "I'm not" he chuckles as you drag him inside "don't do that again" "hmm we'll see" "kyle brofloski!" he chuckles again at you while you bring him up to your room, he really loves you.

kenny

LOVES IT SO FUCKING MYCH 😝😝😝

its like he knows you love him because you'll isolate yourself just because a girl winked at him and won't see him until he begs for forgiveness even though it aint his fault

okay that kinda sounds like a redflag,, WTV WALK HIM LIKE A DOG IG 🤭

anyways, he doesn't hate it dont care if it interferes his life. even if he has to give up everything to make you talk to him he'll do it IM NOT JOKING

he does not care, he has to block all the girls he knows? okay! never talk to any of his girl friends? yea sure! breath only your air and not lay his eyes on a single woman except you only? anything you want babe ☺️

ALSO GETS HARD FOR THIS PLEASE. i js know he's turned on after you get visually jealous.

"please baby look at me" he pulls your arm for you to stop your tracks from going into your room "shut up, maybe you should go to that hoe who waved at you, why did she wink?? did you two used to have something??" you pull back your arm and go up the stairs with kenny following in suit. arriving infront of your bedroom kenny pulled your arm again and when you turned he immediately fall to his knees "please, i dont know her" he hold your palm with both hands, glossy eyed "i,, kenny" "please?" tilting his head to the side, he'll sit there for hours if he has to. "get up mccormick, im sorry i overreacted" he got up so quickly then hugged you, his head falling on your shoulder "loveyou" his breath on your shoulder, you smile "love you too"

stan

i think he has a love hate relationship with your jealousy, like on one hand he knows you love him and would literally kill anyone for him but on the other... its kinda tiring to beg to you

i mean he doesn't care going on his knees, and crawling all fours for you but at times he just can't deal with it yk??

but he mostly loves it obvi, the way your eyes stay focus on the girl that was 'hitting' on him or the way you sulk and won't tell him why even though its obvious it's bc your jealous, its all so cute to him. and he loves this side of your jealousy, just couples being couple

other times though.. you'd block gim everywhere and won't unblock him until the next day when you reflect on your stupid decisions. or when you ignore him at school or not even make eyecontact with him, he hates and loves it.

you had another quarrel with stan again, this fight was because he still comments '☺️' under Wendy's post of herself, it was valid true but you still thought you overreacted. sitting on your bed with your arms cross and tears almost falling down at the thought of Stan going back to wendy broke your heart. ding a notification popped up and you pick up your phone hoping it was stan despite you blocking him everywhere, it was your friend "um, whats up with stan?" she texted you "wdym" your eyebrows furrow together, you immediately unblock him on Instagram and to your surprise his profile picture was you, his stories had 8 pictures of you with cute songs behind it. he had posted 2 picture of you two on his feed one captioning "traveling the moon and back to find good internet to see if her blocking me was a mistake or im a mistake". his bio was now "tell her to unblock me ☹️". you smile at this and your cheeks turned a pink tint. you unblocked him on every platform and it seems he had changed his profile picture to you on every single one. "." "BABE YOU UNBLOCKED ME" "i mean yeah i have to especially since i have 5 people texting me about your profile" "just wanted to show my girlfriend love" "whatever" a knock was heard on your door, then a chat from stan "open up i brought food and wine" you smile and blush to yourself as your rush down to open the door. he was the sweetest

[femmemortes]

My top five most brutal SAW traps even though absolutely nobody asked for my fucking opinion:

5 — Pound of Flesh, SAW VI

I feel like this isn’t a trap that’s talked about often enough considering the actual shit you have to do to survive it. I mean come on. Cut off enough of your flesh to survive? And it’s not even like there’s a set amount anyway, it’s a competition between you and another person to see who can do the most. No guidance as to what specific body part to cut off either. You just have to take the knife and just start going crazy. It makes having the punishment for not doing it look not as bad but, then again, actually thinking about having screws drilled into the sides of your temples? Yeah, no thanks babes xxx

Simone was a total badass just hacking her arm straight off like that and living. Just sent it all the way and won, you love to see it.

4 — Silence Circle, SAW 3D

If someone asked me to do this trap I would actually just kill myself instead. Gun in my mouth, bang, gone. Same with all of these to be fair but the fucking idea of the key on a fishing hook in your stomach? And that just raking up your insides as you’re trying to take it out? Fuck that. Fuck. That. I think the only thing that would make me do this would be the other person pulling out the string because if I had to do that shit myself? I’d just scream as loud as I could to make the spikes impale me instantly. I am not doing that shit.

This one gets bumped down a bit because we don’t actually see the visual of the hook going up through her? Which makes it an easier watch than the others on this list, but I still think it deserved a place here because of the sheer insanity of the entire thing.

3 — Bone Marrow Trap, SAW X

Fuck. This. Trap.

Actually fuck it. In my opinion this was the most brutal trap in SAW X. Yes, I know some people make arguments for the brain surgery trap being pretty brutal and yes taking out your brain is just… Wow. And I’ll agree it is bad. But you don’t FEEL your brain.

THIS ON THE OTHER HAND?

CUTTING OFF YOUR LEG AT THE THIGH? WITH A GIGLI SAW NO LESS? The amount of blood loss, the fact if you want to live just have to take that fucking saw to your leg and just DO IT? And then once you’re done you have to take that stupid little fuckoff tube and stick it in your bone and get the bone marrow out, which is ALSO PAINFUL???

Also the part where she grabs the gigli saw in-front of her with her hands… Fuck, just fuck.

Valentina really didn’t deserve to die here, I won’t lie to you. She cut off her leg, was taking out the marrow. I believe had the tube thing for the vacuum to measure how much bone marrow or whatever the fuck had been shorter, she would’ve lived. Yes she started later but like, come the fuck on.

2 — Venus Fly Trap, SAW II

I’m going to start this with, this trap being the first trap of SAW II is an actually insane tone shift from what we had in the first movie. Like, the only trap I really consider brutal in SAW is the reverse bear trap, but we don’t even see that one go off since Amanda survives it.

So seeing this shit right out the gate is just… Oh my god. Wow. Just wow.

This trap has always given me reverse bear trap vibes in appearance, it’s probably the whole thing of, it’s on the head, closes, shuts whatever. I don’t know but it’s got a similar energy to it.

First of all, the whole nails in your face thing? Yeah, hate that. But what I’m most concerned about is the KEY BEHIND THE EYE.

FUCK.

THAT.

SHIT.

The visual of him cutting into his eyeball with the scalpel? And you actually just have to fucking go at it and just… ugh. I was pretty torn between either this trap or the Bone Marrow trap for this kinda reason. Cutting off a leg or cutting open your eye? And honestly the eye is just. Worse. Like just digging into your eye to get out a fucking key? Like all things given, at LEAST I can turn off my brain somewhat while cutting off my leg. Just back and forth with a saw. I don’t even have to look!

THIS? WHAT I’M CUTTING IS DOING THE LOOKING. I STRUGGLE TO PUT ON EYELINER, HOW THE FUCK DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO THIS?

1 — The Rack, SAW III

There is a reason why people think this trap is the worst one. There is a reason and it’s fucking obvious.

You’re on a mother-fucking crucifix looking ass thing, legs and arms out, and if this other guy doesn’t take a bullet for you, your limbs are going to be twisted.

YOUR ARMS, LEGS AND NECK are going to be ROTATED 360 DEGREES. ONE. BY. ONE.

Oh and the guy who’s taking the bullet for you? It’s Jeff by the way, stupid fucking Jeff. So you have no chance xxx

The visuals. I can’t watch this trap without looking away, I see the limbs start turning and my line of sight is directly away from the screen. No.

No.

The image of twisting flesh and the fucking shot where you see one of his legs start to move?

NO.

AND HIS HEAD. HIS FUCKING HEAD.

NO.

I DON’T NEED TO EXPLAIN WHY THIS IS NUMBER ONE. FUCKING LOOK AT IT.

Honourable mentions under the cut:

Honourable mentions go to The Angel Trap and Ten Pints of Sacrifice. I didn’t include the angel trap because I feel like, while yes getting your ribs ripped out is horrific, you don’t really suffer much while alive? Which to me, the more they suffer while alive or trying to complete their trap, the more brutal it is. Ten Pints of Sacrifice isn’t on here because I was doing 5, had I been doing like 10 you would’ve definitely seen this on here. Oh and also, Needle Pit isn’t on here because I’m entirely unfazed by it. I hate to do Mandy like this but I just personally don’t really wince at it at all.

[dapurinthos]

leslye headland out here giving me the most dopamine-spike-producing half-hour of star wars live action since revenge of the sith.

the shoto INSIDE the regular lightsaber. that is some star wars: visions construction right there. i had to pause the episode to take it in. unfortunately, that meant that poor jecki with three holes in her back was stuck on my screen as i worked through dealing with this sexy, sexy weaponry.

the cortosis gauntlet and helmet YES. i love that this episode is in a forest that's already a horror film location in itself with the giant fuck-off moths and then here comes darth jason hunting down everyone like they're camp counsellors in the 1970s/80s. sith are always the best when they're positioned as horror antagonists in the story.

that was some serious sydney bristow vs. allison doren 'francie doesn't like coffee ice cream' nasty fighting between jecki & mae there.

also, qimir holding the lightsaber's emitter to mae's head? thank you i have wanted someone to do this for so long and no jedi was going to do it. what do you want? freedom. oh WAH WAH WAH i'm a sith i'm killing people and being a cancer on the force WAH poor me. blah blah wonoksh qyâsik nun blah (i've been in tsis language land too long i could write that without looking it up). putting my coins on tenebrous being there on brendok that night since i don't think darth jason would have been old enough.

'the jedi do not attack the unarmed' sol sol beloved uncle sol he's a sith he's not unarmed.

i could hear rael yelling ‘WE CHOOSE THE LIGHT BECAUSE IT’S THE LIGHT NOT BECAUSE IT’S EASY’ from 90 years in the future at mae while she channels anakin's 'they turned you against me!'.

i'm surprised that sol is alive. i'm surprised that mae is still alive because i thought she was going to be gone in this episode, too, but they pulled a twin switch instead, but i was still right about osha now being 'the acolyte'.

also the implications for the jedi history classes are very bad, since disney has red blades being exclusively the province of the sith. there are jedi crusader necklaces out there made from the remains of broken sith lightsabers where you can clearly see the remains of the crystal (okay there's one, but the way it's described in the visual dictionary or whichever one it was definitely implies that it's a fucked-up commemorative thing). the history of the sith is part of the history of the jedi order. 'great' schism implies a lot. when the temple was sacked during the fifty years or so before the end of the last sith war a millennium ago, did the archives get wiped of any information about the sith?

[drunkewok]

Tiger Inside

Chapter Eight

Stray Kids Mafia (ongoing)

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WC: 3.2k

Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Genre: Series, Enemies to lovers, non-idol AU, Mafia AU

Synopsis: After years spent away from the family, two strangers start frequenting your place of work, only to bring daunting news. Flung back into the world of the mafia, you try to adapt to your new normal and work alongside a team of eight skilled members to uncover a mystery and take down an unknown enemy.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, drinking, swearing, violence, weapons

Disclaimer: Any portrayal of Stray Kids or any other idols in this story is purely fiction and do not at all reflect their own personalities or how I view them as a person, it is purely for the sake of the story.

Please do not copy or repost my work

I swirled my spoon within the bowl of the food in front of me, all sense of appetite absent from my body. My eyes watched as the food traveled around the utensil making different shapes. As much as I’d love to say I had thoughts occupying my mind, it remained nothing but static. The distant buzz accompanied by the visual, electrical rendition of a fizzy soda. I bit the inside of my cheek as my eyes continued to defocus into a blur, accompanied by the blankest stare ever known to man.

I had the absolute pleasure of embracing another sleepless night in the house, it was getting real tiring with the nights spent staring at a blank ceiling barely illuminated by the moonlight with no solution to my racing thoughts in sight. Once again I felt like I was back in the position of one issue popping up one after another, setting themselves up like dominos, yet glued to the floor and refusing to ever topple.

“You just sitting here in silence playing with your food?” My daze is broken to the sudden voice, blinking my vision back as I studied Seungmin now leaning against the counter sipping on a fresh cup of coffee, eyes filled with a mix of confusion and concern. Finally releasing my grip on the spoon, I reached up and rubbed my face with a yawn. He tilted his head as I brought my attention back to him with a sigh.

“I guess I was just zoned out, a bit tired.” Seungmin hummed in agreement with a nod, holding his mug up slightly with a gesture to offer myself one. I nodded weakly, gratefully accepting the hot drink as he slid it across the counter to me.

“Yeah a lot of the house didn’t get much sleep last night.” He held the cup up to his lips, pausing before taking his drink. “Especially with people sneaking in and out late at night.” He mumbled into the mug before finally taking his sip. I quickly struggled to avoid choking on my coffee, setting it down before glancing around the room to ensure it was just the two of us before continuing.

“Jesus christ, you too? Does the whole house know?”

“What? That you took off and Minho had to chase you down?” I quickly shushed him with a sharp flick of the wrist, attempting to adorn my strongest firm look to ensure he’d shut his mouth. His slight chuckle as he took another sip did nothing to calm my tension. “Relax.” He set the cup down beside him, now leaning back and crossing his arms. “I was up with Felix all night going over the codes, no one else knows but us. He just happened to be getting us another cup of coffee when you two came sneaking in.” I placed my face in my hand, rubbing circles into my temples. “No need to worry, your secret is safe with us. I’m just surprised you came back without Minho biting your head off.”

“Oh trust me, he was just about to.” My mind flashed to the brief moment of panic the moment Minho grabbed my arm in the alley, the familiar gut dropping feeling manifesting once again almost immediately. “I just had some things I had to take care of, okay?” My shoulders dropped in defeat, my voice falling to that of a whisper. “I had every intention of coming back.” My fingers wrapped around the steaming mug in front of me, the high temperature against my fingertips not causing me the alarm that it definitely should have. My eyes focused on the dark liquid, thoughts drifting back to Seongho once again.

“Just be careful.” His joking demeanor was quickly gone, now replaced with a soothing voice, almost concerned. “Now isn’t the time to be running off like that. You need to be safe.” I gave him a soft smile. I knew he and Minho were right, it was a careless move on my end, but in the moment I didn’t know any other option I had. But in turn, I may have been putting myself, and Seongho, in harm's way.

Almost on cue, Minho stepped into the doorframe in silence. I swear this man had the agility of a cat, able to move silently almost as if he was floating across the floor. His eyes glanced between myself and Seungmin, who opted against eye contact and brought his cup to his lips again.

“Com’on.” Minho’s words were sharp, slicing through the silence immediately. I was taken aback by his abrupt demand, hesitating on obeying immediately. He placed his hands in his pockets with a slight tilt of the head, clearly unamused by my stationary figure. “Your training? We don’t have time for days off now.” He nodded to the hallway behind him as he turned around and made his way to the basement stairs. I glanced back to Seungmin, already heading towards Felix’s room.

“Don’t look at me. This is your monster, I have my own to battle with Felix. Good luck!” He waved me off as he began to ascend the stairs, leaving me once again by myself in the kitchen. I groaned as I leaned back in the stool, letting my arms drape behind me dramatically before finally rising and cleaning up my dishes.

As expected, I found Minho in the basement. His figure sitting on a bench in the hall between the multiple doors stretching the walls. His hand rose, pointing down the hall towards the door housing the shooting range.

“I need to see your shots. Go on.” My eyes rolled as I made my way past him toward the door, opening it to see my pistol sitting on a table before a target in the distance. I stopped in my tracks and glanced back to Minho, his face still flat and emotionless as his eyes guided to the target. I’m starting to question just how many of my belongings these boys were able to get off of me during my initial arrival, a slight twinge of regret with now realizing I had let my gun out of my sight long enough for one of them to get their hands on it.

I reached forward, grabbing the ear protection, and starting to load the loose ammo into the weapon. I checked the stance of my feet, grounding myself before holding the gun steady in front of me. After firing off multiple shots toward the target, I took a moment to examine my work. I tried not to grin as I glanced behind me, clearly impressed with my accomplishment. Minho slowly nodded with brows raised, once again trying to fight the slight smirk trying to adorn his lips as the view of my skill.

“Okay, not bad. I’ll give you that.” He stepped over to a button on the wall, pressing it and putting the target in motion. “But it’s different when your target is moving, do it again.” With a huff I turned back and reloaded the pistol, the gall of this man to doubt me in every sense of the matter.

My shots were slower this time, attempting to keep my hand steady as I tracked the target. Its movements were inconsistent, making it impossible to predict its next direction. Multiple of my shots missed, and I attempted to keep myself from frustration as each attempt grew worse. My brows furrowed in irritation as I pulled my ear coverings off, placing them and the gun on the table in front of me with a huff.

“Have to get that attitude in check.” My head snapped around to Minho, standing behind me and studying the poorly hit target.

“Excuse me?” The scoff that shot from my lips came off stranger than I intended, my ability to hide offense nonexistent.

“What?” His eyes crossed from the target to me, a look of irritated confusion. “You really think you can get worked up in the moment like that, miss all of your shots, and still make it out alive? I hate to break it to you, but humans move when they’re being shot at.”

“Wow, thank you. What fantastic pointers. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind next time.” Minho strode back over to the wall, selecting another button as a fresh target replaced the abused one.

“Good to hear it.” A smug look spread across his cheeks as he gave a half assed smile in my direction. “It’s next time, do it again.” He pressed the first button again as the target started to move down the aisle. “Stay steady with the target, follow it and only pull the trigger only when you’re confident. Keep your breathing slow, put all of your focus on the target.” His words now felt a bit softer, that he was actually trying to put in the effort to assist instead of just giving criticism.

I took a deep breath before raising the pistol once again, keeping the aim in line with the target as it’s position shifted. My finger hesitated against the trigger, unsure of when to make the attempt. I slowed each breath, avoiding any movement of my arms caused by the action. Finally I applied the pressure needed to fire, the bullet making contact with the middle of the target as I heard a muffled cheer behind me through the earmuffs. With a bit more confidence, I stayed tracking the target, firing off more shots until the gun was empty and I laid it down to check my results.

“I knew you had it in there somewhere, you just can’t let yourself get worked up like that. It’ll mess up all the shots.” Minho took a seat behind me, a slow clap following. “You gotta put in more practice on the moving target though. A couple good shots on it aren’t gonna pass.” I laid down the earmuffs again and leaned against the wall beside me, glancing at the man sitting to my side. His face was smug, as if he was crediting himself for the improvement.

“Don’t get cocky about it now, maybe I was just determined to prove you wrong.”

“Even if that was the reasoning, it still worked. Did it not?” Oh what I would give to smack that smirk off his face. The level of satisfaction it could bring me.

As if he had read my thoughts, the smirk was gone. His familiar cold demeanor returned once again. “Have you told him?” My eyes immediately glued to the floor in front of me, I was still unsure of how to even approach Chan on the matter, let alone how the conversation would even play out. With a sigh, Minho stood and made his way to the door, holding it open and gesturing out with the tilt of the head. “Let’s go.”

“Right now?” My eyes grew in shock, the thought of heading up to his office right now looming over my shoulders.

“I told you that you need to tell him. If you don’t, I will. And I’ll have to explain the reason I know of him, and I don’t think you want me to explain your little night escapade, now do you?”

It felt like with each step the staircase grew longer, my desire for it to instantly transform into a downward escalator creating a never ending treadmill of a stair climb strengthening, not wanting to ever reach the top. Minho stayed close behind, ensuring I didn’t try and slither myself away from the situation. The dark halls felt as though they were looming over me and closing in as I stepped foot outside of Chan’s office door.

Reaching up, my fist made contact with multiple knocks, waiting for the muffled come in from behind the door. I slid the door open slightly, just enough to peek my head in, seeing Chan raise his head from the paper he was writing on for a brief moment before continuing.

“Hi Chan… Could I-Could I speak with you for a moment?” My inability to formulate a smooth sentence for him had me mentally slamming my head against a wall. As he beckoned me in, Minho slid inside directly behind me, causing Chan to glance up at the two of us through his lashes before setting down his pen and raising his head slowly in exasperated disappointment.

“It’s been one day… What have you two done now?”

“Oh no, it’s not about us. He’s been helping me on my aim and it’s…” I glanced back to Minho, once again expressionless, before turning back to Chan. “…going well.” Chan’s raised brow while glancing between the two of us suggested disbelief in my statement, but I knew we could cross that bridge at another time. I took a seat before Chan, scratching the back of my neck while trying to formulate how to approach this.

“So there’s someone I just wanna let you know about.” Chan sat back in his seat, hands in lap, studying me as he waited for me to continue. “He’s someone who’s been really close to me ever since I left.”

“Is it that bartender from Blossom?” My breath caught in my throat, my muscles tensing as I processed Chan’s immediate response. His initial unfazed expression changed as he studied my startled reaction, a brow raising in confusion. “What? You thought I didn’t already know about him? Hyunjin and Felix were visiting for months, do you really think they weren’t reporting back to me at all?” My mouth hung slack as I stuttered an attempt at a response, glancing back to Minho who leaned against a wall, smirking down at his feet in silence.

“I guess-I just didn’t really think about it that way.” I rubbed my thumb into the palm of my hand in an attempt to soothe the nerves growing in my veins, Chan nodded with a soft hum before lifting his pen once again and turning his attention back to the paper in front of him.

“So what about him do I need to know? Is there something he knows that he shouldn’t?” The soft scratch of pen to paper filled the silent room as I hesitated on my answer,

“No, not at all. He thinks I left to help out at a convenience store run by my parents.” My palm turned red as the pressure from my thumb increased, my nervous tick taking over as I struggled to keep my head level. Chan hummed slightly as he nodded his head.

“Then what’s the issue?” He pulled the top paper off the stack, setting it to the side as he continued on to the next sheet, scribbling down word after word.

“I just-I need to know that he’ll be safe.” Chan peered up at me through his lashes as his pen hesitated before continuing to write.

“I can’t make you that promise.” His eyes fell back on the project in front of him, my jaw tensing with nervousness as I racked my brain for solutions.

“What if I did it?” Both Chan and Minho’s eyes immediately glued to me, the three of us sitting in a painful silence. “Let me go back to work at Blossom, so I can keep an eye on him.”

“Hell no.” Minho’s harsh voice cut the thick air from behind me, finally speaking up. I turned as he pushed off the wall and made his way towards us, his eyes drilling into me. "You really think being near him will keep him out of harm's way? You’ll only be leading it straight to him, let alone yourself.” As I opened my mouth to protest, Chan quickly cut me off.

“He’s right. That will only cause more harm than good.” Chan cleared his throat as he quietly drummed a single finger on his desk. “I’ll see what I can do, but once again, I can’t make you any promises.” Accepting I was outnumbered in the debate, I swallowed my words and nodded silently, my eyes falling on my hands in my lap in defeat.

“Does Jiho know about the shipments?” Chan’s hand froze as he stopped writing, my abrupt question clearly catching him off guard. His chest rose and fell with a deep breath before setting the pen down, leaning back in his chair, his stern eyes meeting my own.

“Not yet, no.” Chan interlocked his fingers together in his lap, now his turn to hesitate before continuing. “He’s a busy man, I haven’t been able to schedule a meeting with him yet to discuss it.” His fingers ran through his hair, I only just now began to notice the lack of sleep manifesting under his eyes, levels of stress taking over as he struggled to find answers. “I have work I need to finish, we can discuss this later.” He shooed the two of us off, I followed Minho out of the room in silence before the door finally latched behind us, leaving the two of us in the hallway alone.

“What the fuck was that?” Minho raised a brow at my abrupt verbal aggression, a quizzical expression as he stayed silent. “He knew!? Were you aware of this?” He smirked as he let out a huff of amusement, his eyes falling deeper down the hall, avoiding my own.

“Of course I was, did you really assume he wasn’t going to know? It was quite obvious.” I smacked his chest as my face scrunched in frustration. The audacity of this man to force me into Chan’s office, having a discussion that clearly did not need to occur.

“Why would you make me do this then? What was the point? Was this for your sick amusement?” Anger started to boil in my veins, every time I start to think we’re trying to make progress, Minho throws us three steps back.

“Of course not. I needed to make sure you’d do it. There’s no keeping secrets here.” My jaw clenched as Minho finally met my stare, his flat expression only infuriating me more as he subtly cocked his head to the side, slipping his hands into his pockets and far too calm. I balled my hands into fists at my side, restraining myself from ripping into him here and now.

He was treating me as some toy, dangling me in front of him and playing with me as if I was like a puppet for his own amusement. I questioned if he would ever be able to take me seriously, to treat me if I was an equal and not something below him. His cocky nature pushing me to the brink of explosion.

“You’re insufferable.” I pushed past him, clipping his shoulder as I left him behind with a scoff. I stopped before rounding the corner down the hall, turning back to him as he slowly turned my direction. “I’m willing to make our situation at least a little bearable here, it’d be the least you can do to get off your high horse and at least treat me with the same level of respect.” With that I turned on my heel, continuing down the dark halls toward my room and slamming my door behind me in frustration. 

Next Chapter

[lunabellingham]

Hard Earned Victory

Summary: Vini wins the champions league with Real Madrid and he and y/n go to a party with all his teammates and their gf/wives to celebrate the win. After the party y/n has to take care of cute drunk vini.

Warnings: alcohol and really cute vini.

Word count: 704

You were currently sitting in the VIP seats in the infamous, 'Estadio Santiago Bernabeu' cheering for your boyfriend, Vini. It was close to the end of the game and Madrid was winning 1-0 against Liverpool. The whistle was sounded and this marked the official 14th champions league for Real Madrid. You took so many photos that your phone had ran out of storage again.(this happens so much lmao) After the game, you and Vini were getting ready to go out to the club to party with his teammates and so you could catch up with the girls.

Vini's fit:

Your outfit:

(You can choose anything you want to wear :D, I just wanted to add a little visual)

While you were getting your makeup done on your vanity, you couldn't help but occasionally stare at Vinicius while he was getting ready. It's something you cant control, and seeing as though neither can he. Both your eyes meet with a smile and a light chuckle from Vini.

After a while you guys finally get into the car and start driving to the club.

"I am so proud of you today Vini"

"thank you meu amor, I was so glad you were there with me" (my love)

"i'll always be there for you Vini" and you gave him a quick peck on his cheek before you guys pulled up to the parking area.

Once he parked and y'all were making your way to the entrance, Vini lightly took your hand into his. Vinicius wasn't really the jealous type, but after seeing all the glances you were getting from the random men in the club, he wanted to make sure that everyone knew you were taken.

You guys made your way through the people heavily packed inside the club before taking a seat on the couches next to his teammates and your friends.

Y'all talked all together for a while before you and vini decided to part for a little. The boys were gonna go have a drink next to the bar area and the girls would continue talking together.

You were currently talking to Courtois' wife when you felt someone slump next to you on the couch.All the girls turned to see that is was none other than Vinicius.

"wanna dance pretty lady?" Vinicius asked

Your friends burst into soft laughter and started taking pictures of you two while you chuckled and said,

"I think its time we go home" you stated, immediately recognizing that Vini was really sleepy and tired as he was literally cuddling your arm.

You said your goodbyes to your friends and some of Vini's teammates as you made your way towards the exit holding onto Vinicius' hand so he doesn't accidentally wonder off.

You made your way safely to the car before taking the keys from Vini's pockets and holding on to them before you opened the passenger seat door as Vini clearly couldn't drive properly right now.

As you were driving you had noticed that Vini had fallen asleep.You were softly admiring him not realizing the traffic lights changing and being slightly scared when you heard a loud horn beep as a slight reminder.

Once you made it home ,you had to wake up Vinicius. You definitely couldn't lift him so he slumped against your shoulder as you unlocked the door to your shared home.You went into y'alls bedroom and helped Vini get changed into some comfortable shorts and a shirt. You tucked him into bed and kissed his temple before turning around to try and change your dress when you felt Vini pull you back into the bed.

"don't leave, I want you to cuddle me" Vini said as he slightly pouted his face

"I have to go change babe, I wont take long." you promised

"ok, just please don't take really long"Vini said

You came back in less than 10 minutes after having changed into one of Vini's shirts and some comfortable shorts.Once you laid down on the bed, Vini pulled you really close to him and whispered a quick i love you before going to sleep.You slowly started to drift off to sleep soon hearing his soft breathing and the light rain hitting the windows.

Author's Note: I've been on tumblr for a while and haven't seen barely any Vini imagines at all, so I decided why not try to write one. If you are reading this, PLEASE MAKE MORE VINI CONTENT. thats it :D, hope u like it. (all fiction, has nothing to do with the real Vinicius Jr, amazing player btw)

[pierrotsmoon]

Love (and Logic)

Chapter 1- Temple of Love

(crossposted from my Ao3)

Going to Miskatonic as an art student is tough enough; the pretentious boy in Y/N's anatomy course is somehow making it worse.

A/N: I researched bone structure for this, any skeletal enthusiasts feel free to make corrections. Also character's thoughts will be italicized.

Herbert West x Fem! Reader

Warnings!- Enemies to lovers, harrasment, dr. Hill being creepy, first day of classes, budding friendships, DAN AND HERB RESPECT WOMEN!!! tell me if I missed anything!

Going to Miskatonic as an art student was what Y/N had wanted for her entire life. The prestigious institution allowed her a full-ride scholarship, probably because they needed more fine arts students to keep getting grant money. Best not to dwell on negatives! As Y/N opened up her backpack, she shoved in her sketchbook, textbook, pencil case, and field watercolor kit. Swinging the pack over her back, she broke open her apartment door and sauntered out.

Y/N opened up the pink class schedule she had written, anatomy, wonderful. The medical students at Miskatonic seemed good at first, but tended to look down upon the arts, especially during classes often shared by both majors. As soon as she walked through the door, the eyes of the few students inside turned to her. The instructor came up to her.

"Good morning. I’m Doctor Carl Hill, and I'm pleased to meet you."

The doctor smiled at her, and Y/N felt a chill climb up her spine. This man did not leave a good taste in her mouth, and she didn't like how he placed his hand on her shoulder. She quickly found a seat next to a young man who was glaring at the doctor.

“He’s such a creep around girls.”

The man whispered to himself loudly enough for only them to hear. Y/N looked down at her watch; it was 20 minutes until class  started. The brunette in scrubs turned around to look at the young woman, giving her a (far less creepy) smile. He wore gloves on his hands and appeared frazzled, with messy hair and untied shoelaces. 

"My name is Dan, and I'm a medical student; what are you studying?"

Dan gave her a boyish smile, and the young woman smiled back. 

“I’m Y/N, I study visual and fine arts.”

The boy looked momentarily amazed, like he had stars in his eyes. He looked at her casual clothing, sweater, a skirt, and Mary Janes—and he knew he had finally found a friend in his least favorite class. The two of them began making small talk as the sound of footsteps broke the conversation.

“Good morning doctor, is the skull functions quiz today?”

The professor visibly tensed.

“Dr. West, a pleasure as always.”

Y/N turned her head around to meet the eyes of a scrutinizing figure, almost glaring at her with lips that slowly sunk into a frown. 

She immediately looked away, annoyed by his insistence on looking at her like she was Satan.

“Is she even in proper scrubs?”

The eyes of the entire room, which was now rather packed, turned to Y/N. She looked back at him with fire in her eyes.

“I’m just a spectator from the arts department, I hope that doesn't bother you too much.” 

He gave off this perturbed hmph before sitting down in the only chair left, right between Y/N and Dan.

“Come on, Herbert, she’s nice!”

Herbert pointedly turned his head away from his roommate’s incessant whining. He didn't need to become friends with art students. What would they ever do for him? The girl would just be another squeamish failure; why should he tolerate that? He turned forward to see the skeleton model come out of the industrial closet, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the girl rapidly flip to a clean page in her sketchbook. ‘So unprepared.’ Herbert was aware that the few art students in the class would leave after this semester, when the lessons on bone structure and anatomy concluded. He'll be glad that his routine will be back to normal.

“Does the femur support more than the leg bones and knees?”

Herbert looked to his side again, polished shoes tapping impatiently on the white linoleum. ‘ Why was she asking such easy and insufferable questions?’ 

The professor animatedly stepped closer, leaning over her shoulder and answering intently. Herbert sighed ‘a plagiarist and a creep.’ He was getting ready to go back to his own clipboard, until he saw the professor's hands begin to get closer and closer to her hip, horror filling her already scared eyes.

“Professor! Could you assess these notes on the pelvic joints?”

It disgusted Herbert to see how he looked genuinely disappointed at the prospect of not getting to harass a young woman who looked close to tears. Dan noticed the spectacle, looking around one more time to see that everyone else was focused on their work. He gave Herbert a pointed glance, a non-verbal good job.

   ★

The students all gave their half attention to the professor when he opened up a filing cabinet, grabbing a manila folder and opening it. He handed out a copy to each student. 

“Alright then! A new semester with new students allows for another project. Since our new students hail from the arts sector, I’ve planned an art project for the class.”

‘Oh God, why?’ Herbert was well aware that he didn't have a good reputation with Dr. Hill, but failing a project would result in a significant drop in his grade; after all, art had never been his strong suit.

Dr. Hill began listing off all of the pairings, most of whom were rather excited to get to know one another.

“ And Y/N with Herbert.”

The two young adults turned around and stared at one another, shortly before Dan broke the silence.

“Just make sure you two keep it quiet.”

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the future chapters are gonna be better

[griseldabanks]

Okay, let's try this again.

Obi-Wan and Anakin, 10, from Let Me Count the Ways. Just... make it angsty, and make it sweet, and pleeeease have a hug in there.

Your wish is my command! o7

Let Me Count the Ways ask game

Prompt: "I thought I lost you..."

Glistening towers of metal and transparisteel. Weak sunlight breaking through the clouds in splotches. Lanes of speeders and air taxis, like glittering beads on dozens of criss-crossing strings. Flashing advertisements running up the sides of buildings. Crowds of people, pressing together, everyone moving, everyone hurrying.

Anakin pressed his nose against the window behind his seat, trying to soak in all the sights flitting past as the mag-lev train zipped through the air. The Temple was great and all, but after four months without setting so much as a foot outside, he was more than ready to see what Coruscant was really like. If only they could have taken a speeder instead, so he could take in all the smells—

“Sit down, Anakin.”

Reluctantly, Anakin slid down from where he'd been kneeling backwards on his seat to get a better view, and sat facing forward like his Master. This wasn't just an outing for fun, after all; it was supposed to be a hands-on lesson, and if he didn't pay attention, he'd probably be cooped up in the Temple for another four months. Oh well, at least the inside of the mag-lev was just as interesting, with beings from many species and all walks of life brushing shoulders.

“Close your eyes.”

Suppressing a sigh, Anakin did as he was told. They'd already done this twice—once on the steps of the Temple, once in the central mag-lev terminal.

“Describe your surroundings,” Obi-Wan said in a low voice.

With a deep breath, Anakin focused on the image in his mind of the glimpse he'd just gotten of the mag-lev interior. “There's a family of Sollustans sitting across from us,” he muttered so only Obi-Wan could hear. “The mother's holding a baby; the father's holding a bag; looks like they've just been shopping. There are two Grans sitting to their left and a Trandoshan on their right who's looking at his datapad. Three humans are standing by the door; they're talking about a Senator, I think—“

“What color is the Trandoshan's coat?” Obi-Wan gently prodded.

Anakin thought hard, tried to visualize it.... “Red?”

“Are you guessing, or can you see it?”

He cracked an eye open, just enough to peek over at the Trandoshan wearing...okay, it was more of a maroonish purple than red, but he was close!

A nudge of Obi-Wan's elbow brought his attention back to his Master. He looked up to find Obi-Wan looking at him with one eyebrow quirked knowingly. But the hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth reassured Anakin that he wasn't too upset.

Anakin smiled sheepishly. “How could you tell?”

“Because I, too, was once a Padawan with better things to do.”

For a moment, he tried to imagine Obi-Wan as a ten-year-old boy doing this same exercise...but that brought up thoughts of Qui-Gon, which he quickly brushed aside. “So you admit there's better things to do!”

Obi-Wan chuckled. “Nice try, Padawan.”

They did the exercise three more times, sitting in the mag-lev as they passed from the uppermost levels into the shadow of the towering skyscrapers. Anakin knew it was important to work on his memory and observation skills—there would be hundreds of applications of such skills on a mission—but he wished there was a more interesting way to do it. Or that they could observe some food....

Maybe Obi-Wan could sense his hunger, or maybe he heard Anakin's stomach growl. Either way, Obi-Wan finally turned to him and said, “Why don't we take a break and find something to eat?”

Anakin nodded eagerly.

As they got to their feet and made their way through the crowd to the doors, Anakin realized how many more people had gotten on the train since they'd first boarded. It was one thing to observe the crowd from their seats, but it was a different matter to squeeze past beings of every type and description, all crammed into this small space. Obi-Wan moved with ease between them, barely even seeming to brush against any of them, while Anakin kept bumping into people and having to apologize.

Then the train slid to a stop at a terminal, and the doors hissed open. Immediately, a surge of people pushed through the door, jostling past those trying to get out. Obi-Wan moved with the current of those leaving the train, stepping outside with the same easy grace as always. Anakin hastened to follow him, but found every path blocked by someone trying to go the other way. Then an elbow smacked against his cheek, sending him reeling backwards.

Anakin would have sprawled onto the floor, had there not been someone standing right behind him.

“Watch it, kid!” the hefty Klatooinian growled, shoving him away.

Stumbling forward and squeezing between two large women jabbering away in some language he didn't understand, Anakin finally reached the doors—right as they closed with a hiss and a snap. Anakin caught a brief glimpse of Obi-Wan looking over his shoulder in surprise before the train whisked him away.

“Master!” he called out, heart leaping into his throat. Too late. The train had already left the terminal and begun to snake around the buildings as before.

Anakin slammed his palm against the window, staring blankly at the buildings and vehicles whizzing past at high speed. His brain whirled even faster, half-formed thoughts flitting through like the streaks of starlight in hyperspace.

What am I going to do how will I find him again what if I never get back I don't know where I am what if I'm lost forever and I have to live on the streets and I'll starve because I don't have any money and I'll never become a Jedi and—

No. I am a Jedi. What's Obi-Wan always say? Relax. Take a deep breath.

Closing his eyes and resting his forehead against the cool transparisteel, Anakin tried to follow his Master's advice. He took a deep breath and opened himself to the Force, trying to pretend this was just another lesson in the Temple.

But this wasn't the Temple. This wasn't the Room of a Thousand Fountains or a classroom filled with calm and silence. This was a mag-lev train crammed full with dozens and dozens of beings, speeding through a city filled with millions and billions and trillions of people, and as soon as he opened his mind, all of their minds came flooding in, like a thousand voices all clamoring at once, and there were too many bodies pressed against him, too many thoughts, too many sources of life, like pinpricks of light that all combined together into a roiling nebula that closed around him, suffocating, overwhelming—

The train pulled to a stop and the doors hissed open. Anakin stumbled out, every sense jangling like a discordant orchestra in his head. All he could do was push through the crowd in the terminal to an empty corner where he slid down into a crouch on the floor, pressing his hands to his ears as if that would shut everything out.

It took him a few minutes of breathing slowly and carefully, staring at a crack in the floor between his feet and trying desperately to empty his mind of all thought, before he felt calm enough to look at his surroundings. Heart still beating a little too hard and fast, Anakin looked around the terminal. Beings walked to and fro, making their way to the turbolifts or finding a seat to wait for the next train. There was a tiny cafe nearby selling some kind of fried food that sizzled invitingly; Anakin's stomach growled, but the smell of fried meat suddenly made him feel sick. Not that he had any money to buy anything anyway.

What was he going to do? Anakin looked around blankly, watching the crowd thin out somewhat. He could see the sign indicating which terminal this was, but that meant nothing to him. He had no idea where he was, except that it was definitely too far to walk back to the Temple. They'd been riding the train for a long time. How many stations had they passed? Anakin desperately tried to remember, but when he closed his eyes, nothing came to mind.

He hadn't been paying enough attention. He'd let his mind wander. He'd relied on Obi-Wan to keep track of where they were and where they were going, and now look where he was. He'd messed everything up.

Was Obi-Wan angry with him? Or worse...disappointed?

Shaking his head fiercely, Anakin forced himself to his feet again. He was a Jedi! Jedi didn't cower in corners over silly little things like this! They always knew what to do. Or they figured it out. This was just like another training exercise. Who knew how many times in the future he'd be on a mission and would have to navigate on his own, with no clear direction and no Obi-Wan at his side?

Curling his hands into fists, Anakin marched over to a nearby information kiosk, with a holographic diagram of the mag-lev routes. At first, the overlapping lines looked like nothing but a tangle of multicolored noodles, but finally he managed to find the terminal he was currently standing in. He traced the line back to the previous terminal—yes, that name sounded familiar—and after glancing around, he found the turbolift that would take him to the trains heading the other way.

Obi-Wan was at the previous terminal. Anakin could just hop aboard a train heading in the opposite direction, and...no. He couldn't buy a ticket. Nor could he get an air taxi, even though the driver would surely be able to take him all the way back to the Temple. But with no credits....

His pulse pounded loudly in his ears. He could do this. He could! All he had to do was walk to the terminal where Obi-Wan had gotten off. He just had to follow the mag-lev line until he found it. That wasn't so hard. Maybe he'd even meet Obi-Wan on the way!

That thought propelled him towards the nearest turbolift. See? he told himself. Nothing to worry about. I'm not just some country bumpkin from the Outer Rim. I can find my way around Coruscant just fine.

His confidence evaporated as quickly as a puddle in the Dune Sea when he stepped off the turbolift and found himself on a crowded walkway. Which way was he supposed to go again? Right or left? Anakin looked around, quickly sidestepping as several people shuffled into the turbolift behind him.

Everything looked different up here. He'd gotten turned around, and the clouds were growing thicker overhead, obscuring the sun. And which direction was the terminal, anyway? Was it east? Or maybe it was north?

Anakin's breathing kicked up a notch, but he couldn't stand still any longer. He had to move. So he chose the right—he thought that was the right direction—and started briskly down the walkway.

As the minutes ticked past, the cloud of anxiety only grew larger and larger in Anakin's stomach. The farther from the terminal he got, the narrower the passageways grew, breaking off to the left and right, skirting around buildings and towers. The crowds thinned out, but that just made Anakin's skin crawl, because then it felt like everyone walking in the opposite direction was staring at him. Wondering what a boy like him was doing, walking around Coruscant on his own and looking completely lost.

He also got the sneaking suspicion he wasn't exactly in the best part of town. The parts of the city Obi-Wan had taken him to so far were always full of gleaming buildings and clean streets, well-dressed beings who were always courteous, if busy. Now the buildings seemed to loom overhead, casting deep shadows over the dirty walkway. Trash collected in piles in the corners, and the people he passed looked a little shabby.

If only this were Mos Espa, Anakin would know exactly where to go. He would know which streets to avoid, he could spot the warning signs when trouble was brewing....

Homesickness swirled sickeningly with the anxiety in his stomach as he felt the first few droplets of rain. Normally, Anakin loved the rain, so rare back on Tatooine but so common here. He fondly remembered the first time it had rained after they'd come back to Coruscant, and Obi-Wan had led him out onto a balcony in the Temple where he could feel the delicate raindrops pattering against his skin and soaking his clothes.

Now, he hunched his shoulders and squinted through the downpour, which grew heavier and heavier by the minute. There were even fewer people out now, most of them running or walking briskly, heading for shelter.

Shivering, Anakin shaded his eyes as he looked upward, hunting for the mag-lev train. He couldn't find it, but he wasn't sure if that was because of all the buildings or just because there wasn't a train going past at the moment.

He plodded onward, but a leaden weight settled into his gut as he realized he had no idea where he was going anymore. He wasn't even sure he knew how to get back to the terminal, because he'd made a turn somewhere back there....

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and Anakin whipped his head around to find two men standing in the shelter of a recessed doorway to his left. They were smoking something, passing a pipe back and forth and eyeing him closely. Anakin knew that look. It was the look of a predator, staring down an easy morsel as they decided whether they were hungry enough to pounce.

Anakin clenched his jaw and his fists, looking at them out of the corner of his eye and forcing himself not to run. If they came for him...he didn't have a lightsaber. Or a blaster. But he did have the Force.

When he opened himself up this time, he did so cautiously, easing his mind open so as not to be flooded all at once. Maybe it was because he was prepared for the many life forces pressing in on all sides, maybe it was because there were so few people close by, but this time it was bearable. Not unlike the way it felt in the Temple, except that everyone in the Temple was calm and warm, like dozens of candles burning steadily in the night. These two men felt...dark. Oily. Dirty.

But he could take them. He could, he could, he.... Anakin came to a halt, panic short-circuiting his brain as they stepped towards him, dark malice in their eyes.

“Anakin!”

The blaze of a sun breaking over the horizon, sudden warmth and blinding brightness, banishing the shadows once and for all. Anakin whirled around to see Obi-Wan running towards him, the hood of his cloak blowing back in his haste. Anakin glanced back at the two men, who muttered something that sounded like “Jedi” and quickly made themselves scarce.

“Master!” Anakin cried as Obi-Wan skidded to a halt on the slick walkway, eyeing the men as they scuttled away.

“Anakin, why didn't you get off at the next terminal and stay there?” Obi-Wan turned his fierce expression to Anakin, rainwater trickling through the furrows in his brow. “I could have taken the next train and found you in five minutes! Instead, you sent me on a merry chase, and if I hadn't found you when I did....”

“I'm sorry—I just—I thought—“ To his horror, Anakin felt tears welling up, and he quickly ducked his head, hoping the rain would disguise them.

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, stupid! Jedi don't cry! Master your emotions! Don't make him any more disappointed than—

Obi-Wan let out a heavy sigh and sank to one knee. Then he wrapped his arms around Anakin and pulled him close. “I thought I lost you.”

Anakin stood frozen in Obi-Wan's embrace, enveloped in the warm, dry cloth of his cloak. He could feel Obi-Wan in the Force now; with him so close, Anakin could finally distinguish him from the maelstrom of all the other beings around them.

He felt fear from Obi-Wan. Anxiety. Relief. A bit of irritation masking the fear The relief was strongest, though.

Not a shred of disappointment.

Slowly, Anakin wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan too, burying his face in the rough, wet cloth of his shoulder. His cloak was already wet, so maybe he wouldn't notice or mind too much if Anakin let a few tears fall. “Sorry,” he mumbled again.

Obi-Wan let out another sigh and tightened his grip around Anakin. “No...we should have discussed a plan in case this happened. Or I should have gotten you a comlink. You were supposed to be beside me the whole time, so I thought there was no need....”

“I was scared,” Anakin whispered. The words fell from his lips before he could reel them in. He bit his lip, recoiling from the failure written into every syllable.

After a moment, Obi-Wan murmured, “I was scared too. When I reached the terminal and you were nowhere in sight....”

Anakin shivered. Obi-Wan shifted, his fingers splayed across Anakin's back.

“And what do we do when we feel fear, Padawan?”

Anakin drew in a shaky breath, remembering one of the very first lessons he'd learned at the Temple. “We accept it, then let it go.”

“That's right.”

For a minute or two, they just stood there, breathing together. The tight wad of anxiety in Anakin's chest loosened with every breath, melting away in the face of Obi-Wan's warmth. With Obi-Wan here...he could accept the fear. Because together, they could deal with it.

The Force thrummed between them like a plucked string. Or maybe they were both instruments the Force was slowly tuning, until finally they were in harmony again.

After a bit, Anakin felt calm enough to mumble, “How'd you find me?”

He could feel the fond chuckle through Obi-Wan's chest. “When you open yourself to the Force, Anakin...you're like a blazing bonfire. All I had to do was follow your light.”

“You could feel me?”

“Yes. It seems you couldn't hear me calling to you, but that will come in time.” He pulled back, looking Anakin in the eye. “Whenever you are lost, Anakin, call to me, and I will find you.”

“What if you can't?”

With a warm smile, Obi-Wan swiped his sleeve across Anakin's wet face. “Then trust in the Force. It will guide you home.”

[waeirfaahl]

"Samurai Jack: Shadow of Aku" game issue

Alright, previously I analyzed Battle Through Time game and its ending, covering everything what's wrong in this game. Now let's jump into another game, very old game — Shadow Of Aku.

Although, Shadow of Aku is not canon, I still noticed some interesting moments. But, unfortunately, the story in this game suffers as well. What I liked — the visual, aesthetics, the music and sounds, locations, enemies are incredibly authentic to the classic seasons. We have the classic zombies, the classic beetle-robots and Aku's demonic henchmen we saw in 1 episode of 1 season and 8 episode of 4 season. What's cool is that we also meet new enemies, new robot models, we travel in new locations, see new inhabitants, what is a good detail. Also I can say that the gameplay in SoA is better than in BtT, it is more various, where you can run, fight, jump, climb, lots areas for platforming, puzzles etc. That is what I actually wanted from BtT, which had small levels only for fights mostly (although, I liked the graveyard level and the temple level). Another good moment — Aku actually takes forms of various animals during fight, uses fire breathing etc. If BtT had this element (and added all abilities Aku used in the classic seasons), then I'd like the fight in the last level a little bit more. Because I have no idea, why 5 season and BtT ignored the main ability of the character.

He also turned into an army just like in "Birth of Evil", but I wasn't able to make a good shot. And the main interesting aspect — this game is the only SJ thing, which in the first and the last time bings up the dilemma of paradoxes and time traveling. Neither the show nor the comics cover this story issue (well, the comics covered, but not directly and blatantly). It was surprising for me to see and to hear in SoA the "Wait, really? Do you want to rewrite history and erase my life and achievements at the same time?" theme. Too bad, this important and serious topic does not go to and to the end, plugging the archaeologist with Jack's heavy gaze and forcing to agree with his line "I can undo centuries of tyranny and bring peace to the universe!". And it is really weird, because he could insist "Then you will die as well. And everything good you did for people of this world, will be erased forever. Entire universe".

I mean, he is a scientist, so he can't see changing the past like "All will be the same, just a bit better", no, it doesn't work this way. Another moment already with Jack's newly emerged evil doppelganger. As he says, "I am your dark and evil self. You locked me inside of you, but Aku gave me life again!" or whatever. Actually, this moment gave me an idea…

Just imagine the creating an army of your doppelgangers/replicas with black magic from your negative emotions, i.e. only you can destroy them, they are subordinate to you, and they are fueled by your negative emotions and will die only after your death or overcoming your negative emotions. I.e. You can hide yourself somewhere that no one will find, and the replicas will do all the work to capture or destroy those you point your finger at. Well, of course, technically, there can be super-beings that are particularly powerful to defeat most likely, but against ordinary mortals, even those who possess magic, such an enemy will be the most dangerous. Aku, take a note. But now we come to the moments, which I can describe as dumb, meaningless or just strange. It doesn't have madness of 5 season or BtT, but still it has some own crazyness. Well, the beginning is pretty promising — just like in the show, you have to find the time portal and also to help various inhabitants, who can hint, where to find the portal or somebody who knows, where the portal is. Simple, but it works and can be presented in interesting and dynamic way. But many moments rise lots of questions. For example, why Aku's robots and demons transported the time portal to Aku's castle instead of destroying this in the beginning? It makes no sense. Aku could order to them to throw the portal into lava, or he could teleport himself to them and destroy the portal immediately. The premise makes zero sense.

Also, when Jack started to fall into the abyss in Aku's castle, Aku for some reason didn't shoot at him with the laser or fire.

Other tiny details are in the segments with inhabitants, who needs help. For example, the forest people, Aku's robots burn their forest... Ah? Why? What's a point? Why on Earth he'd try to destroy the wild nature? He wants to build factories, stations or a new technological city in this place or what? No explanations, just a reason for Jack to show heroism. The same thing with lyzard people — there's the same logic hole I pointed out here — these lizards tell Jack that they were enslaved by Aku, who wants to dig up all the jewels from their lands, and one captive shows to the robots where to dig — uh, what the f*ck? These incredibly advanced robots should have a built-in finder for such things and something like X-ray, i.e. you don't need to show them anything, they'll find it themselves, using magic in theory also!

Also, we see Exter, the creator of Ultra-Robots — why Aku didn't kill him, but ordered to exhaust teens with videogames? For what? What's a point? No answers, it makes zero sense, just an hommage to the classic seasons.

Among really funny moments I can describe the one with the robots, using electricity. There are new models of robot killers, and at one point Jack encounters them in sewage system or whatever, i.e. water location — Jack was in the water, and if they used electricity, Jack would be fried to a crisp. But they don't do this for some reason.

So, yes, that's what I can say about this very old and dated game.