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imsojules · 4 days ago

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Before the tide turns

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

tw: typical outerbanks things, alcohol, some drugs, bad fathers, nothing really deep in this one. maybe my crusty writing. english is not my first language!

a/n: Hello there dear reader! So this will be a zombie apocalypse series, but before the sky falls and 💩 hits the fan and everything goes to hell, let’s take a second to appreciate the life about to slip away.

word count: 6.7k

Any feedback is really appreciated! ♥

The Outer Banks were never supposed to be home.

You arrived there on a late spring day, with two suitcases and some box of books, your mom’s tired smile, and the hollow echo of a past you hadn’t looked back on in years. She got a nursing job at the local hospital, and you got whatever this was, sunset-drenched streets, salt-kissed air. It didn’t feel like a new beginning. It felt like a pause between endings.

Your dad left when you and your mom when you were just a kid. No note. No goodbye. Just the empty space in your life where his voice used to be. Your mom never cried in front of you. She just worked, and hoped one of the shifts would stitch the wound in your chest back together. You weren’t supposed to stay.

It was supposed to be your last free time before college, something stable and prestigious and far away, the kind of life your mom had clawed her way toward for you. She’d worked every night shift, picked up extra hours, filled out scholarship forms while you slept. She’d planned this.

You were supposed to be planning too. Packing your days with summer reading lists and admissions checklists. Your plan was to help your mom settle in and work during your gap year. Read ahead for university. Then go back to real life. To ambition.

That planning lasted about two weeks.

You found work at The Wreck, the local bar just outside of The Cut—part watering hole, part sanctuary for sunburnt fishermen and troublemakers. The place smelled like stale beer. The locals knew to tip in cash and stories.

It started with Kiara. She came into The Wreck during your first shift—sweaty from the sun, still in her wetsuit, dripping water onto the floor.

“You new?” she asked, hopping up on a barstool and squinting at your name tag.

You nodded. “You’re...very wet.”

“Thanks,” she deadpanned. “Well, yeah. I figured I’d go for the drowned rat look tonight. Really works for the vibe, don’t you think?”

You liked her immediately. After your first shift ended she looked at you “Okay,” she said. “Serious question. What’s your escape plan?”

You blinked. “What?”

“You’ve got that ‘I’m just passing through’ vibe,” Kiara said. “So. What’s the plan? College? Bigger city? Secret identity?”

You smiled faintly. “Something like that. My mom got the hospital job here. She wants me starting school the next fall.”

“You want that?”

You paused. “I want her to stop worrying.”

She looked at you for a beat, like she was sizing you up. Then she nodded, arms crossed. “That’s fair.”

The next night, she came back with new people to introduce you to. Pope, John B and Sarah. They ordered fried shrimp, bickered over who owed who gas money this time, and invited you to a bonfire “just to break up the cosmic boredom of existence.”

Then the third night on the job, you met him. JJ Maybank.

He burst through the door like a hurricane in human form with his warm blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a grin so crooked it could knock the breath out of you. Loud, and already talking before he even reached the bar.

“New girl,” he said, like it was a nickname. “Fun fact,” he announced, eyes locked on the rum bottle in your hand. “That’s the same kind Blackbeard drank the night before he buried treasure right off this coast.”

You arched a skeptical brow. “Seriously?”

“Okay,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Maybe not. But c’mon, you don’t move to the Outer Banks and not believe in pirate ghosts and buried treasure. It’s basically a local requirement.”

You fought the grin tugging at your lips. “You’re full of it.”

“Full of charm,” he corrected, tapping the counter with two fingers. “And definitely not full of pirate rum. Yet.”

He tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing just a little. “I don’t think I caught your name.” You hesitated for a second, suddenly self-aware, but something about his easy confidence made it feel okay to say it.

“It’s Y/N,” you said, the words feeling a little too small under the weight of his gaze.

He smiled, the grin wide and unrestrained. “I’m JJ.”

—

The first time you sat with all of them outside of work, it wasn’t planned.

You’d just finished your shift at The Wreck when Kie and Sarah waved you over. JJ was already there with his feet up on the table, next to his food, shirt sun-damp and sticking to his back. John B was mid-rant about something to do with boat engines, and Pope was counting coins from the tip jar like it was serious math.

“Sit,” Kie grinned. “We’re initiating you.”

“Into what, exactly?” you asked, arching a brow. JJ leaned back in his chair, looking way too pleased with himself. “The glorious cult of bad decisions and questionable morals.”

“Also known as the Pogues,” Pope clarified.

JJ tossed a fry at him. “You make it sound lame. Watch for the branding dude.”

Sarah looked at you. “If you can handle a Friday night in The Cut, you officially earn local status.”

And just like that, you stayed.

JJ leaned back, balancing precariously on the edge of the picnic table like a raccoon contemplating its life choices. “So new girl… Kiara told me that you have a board. You surf or just own that for the aesthetic?”

“I surf,” you said confidently. “In the same way a cat swims. Reluctantly. With a lot of splashing and some crying.”

He snorted. “So, you’ve nearly drowned in front of hot people. Relatable.”

“Honestly, it builds character. It’s very performance art.”

He pointed a fry at you like it was a mic. “The ocean’s never seen such raw talent.”

“It cried salty tears,” you said. “We bonded.”

He cackled. “Stick with me, new one. I’ll show you how to look cool while making terrible life decisions.”

You raised your cup in a toast. “Can’t wait to disappoint my mom with style.” JJ clinked his beer can against yours. “That’s the spirit.”

Kiara laughed behind you. “She’s one night in and already talking like JJ. This is how it starts.”

“How what starts?” you asked, raising a brow.

Pope looked up from his coin mountain. “Corruption. First it’s sarcasm. Next thing you know, you're trespassing on a golf course at 2 a.m. wearing a traffic cone as a hat.”

Then John B pointed at you. “And you will think it’s a good idea at the time.”

JJ grinned, full of charm. “In my defense, the traffic cone was very flattering.”

“Only because you wore it with no pants,” Pope muttered.

“Art demands sacrifice” JJ said solemnly.

You blinked. “Is this a group of friends or an elaborate cry for help?”

“Yes,” they all answered at once.

You couldn’t help but laugh. JJ leaned in just a little, elbows on knees, gaze too steady for how unserious he looked. “You laugh now, but wait until we make you break into an abandoned lighthouse or something.”

“Oh good,” you said dryly. “I've always wanted tetanus and a criminal record.”

Kie nudged you with her shoulder. “You’ll fit right in.”

JJ pointed at you again. “I like her. She’s got the right ratio.”

“You have a ratio?” you asked.

“Scientific method, babe. You gotta be just scared enough to know it’s dumb, but dumb enough to do it anyway.”

You tilted your head. “And how do you rate?”

He grinned, wide and reckless. “Overqualified.”

“You live at dangerously overqualified.” John B added.

JJ leaned back again, arms spread out along the bench like he was claiming the whole night. “What can I say? I’m a man of many talents.”

You couldn’t stop smiling. These people were chaos. Loud, messy, sunburnt chaos.

Kie handed you the last fry. “You're one of us now. No take-backs.”

You took it, crunching it between your teeth like a solemn oath. “Guess I better start practicing my mug shot face.”

JJ waggled his brows. “Don’t worry. I’ve got a whole portfolio.”

“Of mug shots?” you asked, choking on laughter.

“Of facial expressions. The mug shots are just… bonus content.”

You had the next weekend off. You planned a chill, relaxing Saturday, but when that morning JJ showed up outside your place leaning out the window of the Twinkie��John B’s car—, yelling like a lunatic. “SURF’S UP, BABY!”

You blinked at him, bleary-eyed, clutching your coffee like it was life support. “JJ, it’s 7 a.m.”

“Exactly. Prime wave real estate. Let’s go, Sharkbait.”

After getting ready, you climbed into the van, your board knocking into everything in its path, you found Kiara already in the backseat, stuffing snacks into her bag. Pope sat up front with headphones in, clearly regretting his life choices, and John B was behind the wheel, sunglasses on and hair still damp from a lazy hose down.

The beach was still misty when you pulled up, sunlight breaking through in lazy streaks. JJ jumped out first, hauling his board over his shoulder like he was starring in his own indie surf documentary.

You dragged your board to the sand, staring at the waves like they were out to get you.

“Alright, rookie,” JJ said, spinning his board in the sand with dramatic flair. “Time to see if that board’s just for Instagram.”

John B snorted. “Don’t let him get to you.”

You paddled out with them, nervous, already soaked to your ears. Pope wiped out first, his limbs flailing so violently he looked like he was trying to fly. John B caught a decent wave and immediately shouted, “Did you SEE that?” like he’d just solved world peace. Kiara, naturally, made it look effortless.

Then it was your turn. JJ floated nearby, watching like a lifeguard with a flair for mockery. “Okay, new girl. This is your moment. Make Poseidon proud.”

You paddled. You stood. You flailed. You crashed.

When you surfaced, JJ was cracking up. “Majestic. Ten out of ten. Graceful as a flying possum.”

You flipped him off, laughing, salt water pouring out of your nose. “You’re lucky I don’t launch this board at your smug face.”

But the second time? You stood longer. Rode it almost all the way in. When you fell, you were smiling.

Later, the five of you collapsed on towels and boards, sun drunk and dripping wet, munching chips, JJ tossed you a sweatshirt that smelled like him and sunscreen.

“You’re not bad,” he admitted, nudging your foot with his.

“Careful,” you warned, pulling the hoodie tighter. “That almost sounded like praise.”

He grinned, eyes squinting in the sun. “You’re officially one of us now.”

And as the wind ruffled the beach, you realized something: You’d never belonged anywhere like this before.

The next night you spent with them, they built a bonfire like it was a ritual—driftwood, lighter fluid, and Pope’s very strict “no glass near the fire” rule that everyone immediately ignored.

John B found a busted speaker in the Chateau and hooked it up to his phone with duct tape and a prayer. The sound was terrible, but it didn’t matter.

JJ handed you a drink without asking what you wanted. “I made it for you,” he said proudly. “It’s called the Sunset Surprise.”

You sniffed it. “JJ, this is just rum and SunnyD.”

“Yeah. The surprise is how good it is.”

Later, after some too much of that drink, you ended up tangled in a hammock with Kie and Sarah, passing a bag of marshmallows between you while JJ and John B tried to one-up each other on who had the worst sunburn.

“Remember when you said you weren’t staying?” Kie whispered to you, grinning.

“I’m still not.” you said.

You’d never actually been inside the Chateau before, just heard the legends. Mismatched furniture, questionable wiring, and a general aura of lived in disaster. So when JJ waved you in that evening like you’d been coming over for years, you stepped through the door and into the eye of the hurricane.

Somehow, one visit turned into a dozen. Before you even noticed, the Chateau became your second home, blaring music, sandy floors, and all.

The first night you crashed there, you fell asleep on the lumpy couch with a scratchy blanket and JJ snoring on the other side of the room. You woke up to the unmistakable smell of something burning. And your skull pulsing like a tiny, furious drummer had moved in behind your eyes.

The couch beneath you creaked as you shifted, your cheek peeling off the sticky cushion fabric. Someone had draped a beach towel over you like a blanket. Your mouth tasted like JJ’s surprise drink and regret.

Groaning, you sat up, and immediately regretted it.

Your surroundings came into focus slowly: Pope curled up on the floor using a backpack as a pillow, Kie sprawled upside down in the battered armchair, and John B, shirtless, lying half off his hammock like he’d lost a battle with gravity sometime in the night.

The Chateau was chaos and comfort all at once, half sunk in sand and too bright for your aching eyes.

JJ walked in from the kitchen, flipping something on the stove, grinning when he caught you squinting at him like the morning lightness had declared war on your eyeballs.

“Well, well, well,” he drawled, barefoot and smug. “Sleeping Beauty lives.”

You glared. “Why are you yelling?”

He snorted and walked over, pressing a bottle of water into your hands, then some painkillers into your palm like he’d done it a dozen times before.

“My gut instincts told me to keep you alive,” he said, crouching in front of you. “Also, you puked off the back porch and yelled at a mailbox.”

Your groan turned into a muffled scream behind the towel. “Please stop.” Your face burned hotter than the morning sun. “I’m never drinking again.”

“Lies,” Pope muttered from the floor.

JJ reached out, brushing a piece of sand-dusted hair from your forehead with extreme gentleness. “You good?”

The joke fell from his face then, just for a second. His blue eyes searched yours like he wasn’t asking about the hangover at all. Like he was asking if you felt okay here—with them. With him.

You nodded, throat thick. “Yeah. Weirdly good.”

“You can crash here whenever,” he said, standing and tossing you a granola bar. “Just… maybe aim away from the porch next time.”

You threw the granola bar at his head. He ducked and laughed, already turning back toward the stove, like this was just normal now—you waking up here, part of the mess.

Part of them.

After that, you liked to spend almost all of your free time at that house. One of your day off you were next to JJ who was sitting on the porch railing with a damp t-shirt slung over his shoulder, a laundry basket at his feet and his hair still wet from a surf. You were sitting on the steps, sorting socks with a kind of focused frustration that made him smirk every time you muttered about losing pairs to the “sock void.”

“You know,” JJ said, nudging your foot with his. “You don’t have to color code them.”

“It’s not color-coding,” you muttered. “It’s... sock logic.”

He snorted. “You sound like Pope.”

“Hey!”

He leaned down, plucked a sock from the pile, and tossed it behind him like a basketball. “Boom. Freedom.”

“You’re such a pain in the ass.”

“You’re in denial.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. The late afternoon sun dipped behind the trees, throwing shadows across the porch. Somewhere inside, John B was yelling at the TV about a busted DVD player, and Kiara was digging through the fridge for snacks she swore she didn’t bring.

JJ glanced down at you, softer now.

“You didn’t have to come by, you know.”

You shrugged. “You texted me you were doing laundry. I assumed you needed supervision.”

“Fair.”

A beat passed. The kind of quiet that was only awkward if you didn’t want it to mean something.

He looked at you again. Really looked. “You always do that.”

You glanced up. “Do what?”

“Show up.”

The words settled between you like something heavier than air. You didn’t answer right away just looked at him, really looked back. At the bruise fading along his ribs. At the way his hands never stayed still. At the hope that flickered behind all the sarcasm when he looked your way.

“I like being here,” you said finally.

He didn’t say anything at first, just nodded. Then, quieter: “Yeah. Me too.”

He sat beside you, knees bumping, arms brushing — both of you pretending it didn’t matter. Both of you wishing the moment would stretch just a little longer.

That same night was technically a “movie night,” but John B had passed out on the couch, Pope never showed, and JJ had offered you the spare mattress in the back like it wasn’t a big deal. The storm had rolled in just after sunset.

You were half asleep when you heard the shouting.

Not JJ.

His dad. You knew damn well he was abusive. Kiara told you about him when you two walked together home after work. You’d seen JJ’s bruises. The ones on his ribs, the ones on his back. The ones he tried to cover up, the ones he didn’t talk about. You knew what his dad was capable of. The way the older man’s anger could tear JJ down, piece by piece. You sat up fast. The mattress was thin and cold, your phone lighting up with a single message: “Stay in the room. Please.”

You didn’t.

By the time you made it down the hall, JJ was in the kitchen, blocking the door with his body. His dad stood outside, soaked from the rain, reeking of whiskey and rage.

“Don’t be a little bitch, JJ,” he slurred. “Let me the hell in—”

“You’re not doing this again.” JJ snapped, voice low but tight, like he was holding everything together by one breath. “You think you’re some tough guy now?” his dad named Luke, if you are remember correctly, snarled, leaning harder against the door. “Living in your little clubhouse like a man? You’re still just some screw-up kid who needs his—”

“Go home,” JJ said, and it wasn’t loud, but it cut. You saw his hands shaking.

The door slammed shut a second later, just narrowly missing JJ’s fingers. He stood there, chest heaving, head bowed like it physically hurt to stay upright.

“JJ...” you said softly.

He didn’t look at you. Just braced his hands on the kitchen counter, knuckles white.

You reached out gently, fingers brushing his arm. “Can I—?”

He nodded once.

You wrapped your arms around him from behind. Slowly. Carefully. His back was warm, tense as steel cable, but when you pressed your cheek to his shoulder, you felt him exhale. His head dropped forward, curls wet from rain or sweat or maybe both.

“I hate him,” JJ whispered. “I hate that I still care what he says. I hate that I can’t stop him from getting in my head.”

You didn’t speak. Just held tighter.

“Hey,” you murmured, pulling back just enough to make him face you. His eyes were red-rimmed, jaw clenched, but he didn’t pull away “Whatever he is, you’re the opposite.” JJ’s eyes searched yours, as if he wanted to believe it but didn’t know how. You reached up and touched his face—fingertips soft at his jaw. “He doesn’t get to define you. Not now. Not ever.” JJ leaned into you like he was starved for warmth.

On a sweltering July afternoon, the heat clung to your skin, hot sand burning beneath your toes, the sky above a washed-out blue with the promise of stars to come. The Pogues had built a bonfire near the dunes—Kiara brought a Bluetooth speaker, John B smuggled snacks, Pope came late, and JJ was already tipsy when you arrived. You found him sitting on a log, poking the fire with a stick like it owed him money.

“Late,” he said without looking at you.

You smirked. “You missed me.”

He glanced up. “Always.”

You settled beside him. The fire crackled. The ocean whispered behind you. For a moment, it felt like the whole island had stopped spinning.

And then, voices. Loud, slurred, Kook voices.

You turned.

Rafe Cameron, in all his smug, sunburned glory, was striding toward the fire like he owned the shoreline. Two of his cronies followed behind him grinning, emboldened. He wasn’t drunk. He was worse. He was in one of those moods. You’d seen this dance before. Kooks with their collars popped and pockets lined, swaggering into places like they were doing everyone a favor. And Pogues? Tended bars, cleaned up their messes, swallowed insults with clenched jaws because rent didn’t pay itself.

At The Wreck, it was always the same story: Kooks sitting too close, speaking too loud, tipping too little. Entitled. The kind of people who looked at you like you were wallpaper just there to blend into the background unless they needed something.

“Well, well,” Rafe said, raising a beer. “Look who’s slumming it with the pogues tonight.”

You stood, not even sure why. Maybe just on instinct. JJ stood too. You felt the heat of him at your back.

Rafe’s eyes slid to you, then back to JJ.

“She your latest stray, Maybank?”

JJ didn’t flinch. “You lost?”

“Just enjoying the public beach.” Rafe said, smiling like a shark.

Kie was beside you, arms crossed tight. “Rafe, no one wants you here.”

“Relax,” he said, but his eyes were still on you. “She doesn’t look like she minds. You from out of town, sweetheart? Didn’t think they let tourists run with the trash.”

You didn’t even have time to blink before JJ moved.

It wasn’t a swing—not yet. Just a step forward. Fast and controlled. His jaw was clenched, fists at his sides, not raised but the intent was there.

“Back off.” JJ said, voice low.

Rafe laughed, but it wasn’t amused. “Didn’t know you got a guard dog.”

“Keep talking,” JJ said, “see how fast I make you eat sand.”

For a second, no one moved. The fire popped.

Then Pope was there, wedging himself between them. “Walk away, JJ.”

“Not until he does,” JJ hissed.

Rafe raised both hands in mock surrender and started to backpedal “Have fun, scumbags.”

When he was gone, JJ finally exhaled like he’d been holding his breath since the second Rafe showed up. He didn’t look at you right away.

“Jay...” you started.

You didn’t know what to say, so you just stepped a little closer. Close enough to feel the heat coming off of him part firelight, part JJ.

He noticed. But he didn’t move away.

—

There was a kind of rhythm to it, the way you danced around each other without ever touching the center. Like magnets flipping polar at the last second, always close enough to feel the pull, never close enough to give in.

Sarah caught on first.

She cornered you at the surf shop while you were stocking shelves. “So, you and JJ…”

“There’s no me and JJ,” you said too quickly.

Sarah raised a perfectly shaped brow. “That’s cute. He talks about you like you hung the stars or something. Like, annoying, but cute.”

Kiara joined in later, handing you a beer and casually asking, “So when are you going to admit you’re in love with him?”

You choked. “I’m not—he hasn’t—nothing’s happening.”

She just smirked. “Yeah, yeah okay.”

JJ was always there. Leaning on the bar when your shift ended, talking too loud, laughing too easily. He stole fries from your plate and let you steal sips from his beer. He called you “trouble” with a smirk like he was begging for you to prove him right.

And you were just as bad.

You found reasons to text him at 2 a.m., knowing he’d answer. Laughed a little louder at his dumbest jokes. Let your knees bump his on the couch and never moved away. You wore his hoodie home once and claimed it was accidental. He never asked for it back.

Your mom washed it, folded it neatly, and said nothing. Just gave you a look. The kind that said: I know exactly what this is, and we are not talking about it right now.

She liked JJ. Not that she’d admit it first. But you saw the way her expression softened when he called her “ma’am,” or offered to carry groceries, or he said to her “You made your daughter this cool alone? That should be illegal.” He tried to be a perfect gentleman around her, straightened posture, yes ma’ams, even opened the car door once. He even complimented her pasta like it was five-star cuisine.

She liked him. But she didn’t trust that she liked him.

“He’s got manners,” she said once, setting a pot on the stove. “But so do cult leaders.”

Still, she’d slide him an extra helping at dinner without blinking. Pack leftovers “just in case your friend’s hungry.” She saw the good in him. Just didn’t want you rearranging your whole future around it.

Some nights, when the wind rattled your windows and the ocean howled in the distance, you lay awake wondering how close was too close. How long until one of you cracked.

You caught him looking sometimes. Not in that passing way guys look at girls. Not like a glance. Like he was memorizing you.

Like he was trying to figure out if this whatever this was, could be real.

And he caught you, too. Watching him light a joint, shirtless in the Chateau’s golden hour glow. Watching the way his jaw flexed when he was thinking too hard. Watching him watch you.

You talked about everything. The kind of stuff most people never dared to say out loud. Bad dads. Broken systems. How life sometimes felt like a house of cards, like one gust and it’d all go down.

But you never talked about the way your heart beat faster when his hand brushed yours. Or how he always pulled you in closer than necessary during movie nights. Or the way you always waited for him to say something first.

And then, one night, he finally did.

You’d been watching some old movie John B had lying around at the Chateau. Midway through a scene involving an axe, a fog machine, and the world’s worst scream queen, JJ shifted. Without warning, he dropped his head into your lap, exhaling sharply like gravity had just won. You paused, looking down, half-expecting him to make some smartass comment.

Instead, he blinked up at you, eyes glassy but honest in that way drunk people sometimes get like all their edges had gone soft.

“You know I like you a lot, right?”

The words hit like a pebble through a window. Quiet, sharp, and irreversible.

You froze, heart stalling mid-beat. “JJ… you’re drunk.”

He blinked again. “Yeah I am. And I’m also getting fall in love with you.”

No smirk. No wink. Just soft certainty, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You didn’t know what to do with it, so you did what you could. You gently untangled yourself, stood up ignoring the way he pouted, and fetched a glass of water, and two painkillers. When you came back, he was still on the couch, now sprawled dramatically like a fallen prince.

“Drink this please,” you said, nudging the glass into his hand.

He obeyed, eyes not leaving yours.

Then you helped him up—he leaned heavier than he needed to, one arm slung lazily over your shoulder—and guided him to the bedroom, muttering sleepy nonsense the whole way. You pulled the covers up to his chest, smoothed his hair back, and before you could think too hard, kissed his forehead.

He was out cold two minutes later.

The next morning, you found him on the porch one hand shielding his eyes like the sun had personally wronged him. John B was beside him, sipping coffee and looking far too chipper for someone who lived off instant ramen.

“She probably thinks I was just wasted,” JJ muttered, voice rough, temple cradled in his palm. “I fucked up.”

He didn’t see you at first. You stood there in the doorway for a beat, watching him squint into the daylight like it held answers. The words had come out messy, sure. But the truth in them hadn’t felt drunk.

You didn’t hesitate after that. You stepped outside, the screen door creaking just enough to give you away. JJ flinched like he’d been caught doing something illegal. John B glanced between the two of you, instantly clocked the energy, and bless him, he quickly stood up.

“I’m gonna go… check on the water heater,” he mumbled, already backing away even though the Chateau hadn’t had hot water in weeks.

JJ didn’t look at you right away. He scrubbed a hand over his face, wincing at the effort. “So… about last night,” he said, voice rough like gravel. “Just for the record, I was absolutely trashed.”

“I noticed.”

He laughed once—short, nervous. “Cool. So we can just pretend I was talking to a tree or, like, a large bird and keep this friendship alive.”

You sat beside him on the step, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his skin.

“Thing is,” you said, “you were drunk. But you weren’t lying.”

JJ finally turned to look at you, blue eyes bloodshot and uncertain. He looked like a boy halfway between wanting to run and wanting to believe he hadn’t ruined everything.

“And that’s the problem?” he asked, voice quieter now.

You shook your head slowly. “No. That’s the part that makes it easy.”

His brows furrowed. “Wait… are we still using metaphors or?”

You kissed him.

It was gentle, cautious like you were both trying to memorize something fragile. He froze for a split second, then kissed you back, sun-warm hands coming up to cradle your jaw like he couldn’t believe you were real.

When you finally pulled away, he looked dazed, but smiling.

“I knew you liked me,” he whispered.

“You said you are in love with me,” you reminded him.

JJ leaned back a little, grinning now, like gravity couldn’t touch him. “Yeah, well. I was also drunk. I’m sober now, and I still do. So… just putting that out there.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop smiling. “You’re such a menace.”

“And you’re doomed,” he said brightly. “You kissed me. That’s a lifetime contract.”

Later that afternoon, the rest of the Pogues trickled in like seagulls smelling fries. You and JJ were still on the porch, now tangled up on the hammock, his legs practically hanging off one side, your head on his shoulder, the laziest smiles on both your faces.

Kiara stepped out first, paused mid-step, and blinked. “Okay…what the hell is this?” she asked, already pulling out her phone like she was documenting a cryptid sighting.

You squinted at her through the hammock netting. “Do I at least look cute?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” Kie muttered, snapping a photo. “Ugh, finally. I'm putting this on the Pogue group chat.”

JJ grinned, not even bothering to move. “This, my friend, is a rare sighting. Handle with care.”

“Since when?” Pope asked, squinting like he was trying to solve a crime scene.

JJ stretched, yawned dramatically. “Since always. You guys just have no observational skills.” John B emerged from the kitchen with a bag of chips and the look of someone extremely over it. “He confessed last night while slurring into her lap. It was kinda romantic tho.”

Pope looked at you with raised eyebrows. You responded to the question he never actually said. “I made peace with my fate.”

“You’re a brave one.” Pope said.

Kiara groaned, flopping onto the porch swing. “This is gonna be great.”

“You love it,” JJ said, throwing a chip at her. “You all do. Admit it.”

John B sighed. “Can we at least make a rule that if you two start making out, we get a five-minute warning to evacuate?”

“No promises,” JJ said, slinging an arm around you. “We’re spontaneous like that.” And then he pulled you into a warm hug, his breath brushing your ear as he whispered, “So… when do I get to see you again?”

You grinned, pretending to think. “Hmm, let me check my very full and important schedule...”

“Oh no,” he whispered dramatically. “Am I being penciled in?”

“Lucky for you,” you said, pulling back just enough to look at him, “next Friday’s wide open.”

He lit up. “Next Friday it is.”

On your first “real” date JJ didn’t tell you where you were going. He just showed up in front of your and your mom’s place at golden hour, wearing that cocky grin that made your heart do gymnastics.

"Is that... cologne?" you asked, sniffing the air.

"It’s scented confidence," he said, revving the boat engine dramatically.

You blinked. "We’re going on a boat ride?"

“Hell yeah.” he confirmed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Very poetic. Very Nicholas Sparks.”

You hopped in, grinning. “Is this what romance looks like in The Cut?”

“Buckle up, baby. We’re about possibly violate some maritime law.”

The boat was old, and a little squeaky every time JJ shifted gears but it glided like freedom. The water sparkled as the sun dipped lower, turning the sky into melted orange sherbet.

“You pull this move with all your dates?” you asked, legs dangling over the side of the boat.

JJ glanced over with a grin. “Only the ones I actually want to impress.”

“Lucky me.”

“Extremely,” he said, kicking at the water with the heel of his boot. “Most girls freak out when I joke about being stranded at sea.”

You gave him a look.

He shrugged, way too relaxed. “Guess we’ll find out when the gas light comes on.”

“JJ.”

“Kidding.” He leaned closer, voice low. “Probably.”

Eventually, he anchored near a quiet inlet. The boat rocked gently beneath you as JJ pulled out a slightly crumpled brown bag. Inside? Two sandwiches, a bottle of coke, and a pack of twizzlers.

“It’s giving gourmet” you said.

“I forgot the forks for our gourmet feast,” he replied solemnly. “but I have a surprise.”

He reached into the boat’s cooler and pulled out a single sparkler, the kind you get on the Fourth of July.

“This was supposed to be for later,” he said, lighting it with a victorious flick of a lighter. “But I’m impatient.”

You watched the sparkler fizzle between you, lighting his face in bursts of starlight. He looked so soft and full of mischief.

“I think this counts as the weirdest first date I’ve ever been on,” you said.

“But like... in a good way?” he asked, leaning a little closer.

You smiled. “In the best way.”

And when he kissed you tasting like coke and sunshine and it felt less like a beginning and more like a promise you’d already been living.

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Exactly one year later after he kissed you on that boat, you fumbled with your new home’s keys, the metal biting into your palm like it could sense your nerves. With a sigh, you dropped them onto the counter, letting the sound of their clink echo.

Your mom’s voice echoed in the back of your mind. She’d given you a deadline, keep planning your future, stick to your academic goals, and she’d be more than happy to help you and JJ out with the rent. But she didn’t exactly approve of your life choices. But your mom, in her own strict way, always tried to take care of you, even if it didn’t always feel that way.

Her disapproval had hung heavy in the air when you’d told her. But she’d softened when you promised you’d keep pursuing your university plan, her way of showing she still cared, still expected something from you. So, you did. You planned, you organized. You tried to keep your life from spiraling in the chaos.

The new place was nothing special, just a two bedroom above an old dive shop in Kill Devil Hills with creaky floors, sea stained windows, and ceilings the color of forgotten cigarettes. You and JJ had only moved in a few days ago, but it already smelled like him. Sand, sunscreen, weed, and whatever cheap body wash he swore by.

You lay sprawled out on the floor in the living room, your head tilted just enough to brush against JJ’s. The only furniture in the room was a secondhand couch you hadn’t bothered to unwrap yet and a floor lamp that leaned like it was half-drunk. Sunlight leaked through warped blinds, casting stripes across the wooden floor. Dust hung in the air like pollen.

You sneezed for the third time.

JJ snorted out a laugh. “You allergic to happiness or just our janky-ass apartment?”

You groaned and wiped your nose with your sleeve. “I told you I should’ve dusted yesterday.”

JJ rolled onto his side, propping himself up on an elbow. “I got it. I’ll do it now.”

“No,” you said, grabbing his arm and dragging him back down beside you. “You need a break. You carried all of the boxes up those stairs.”

He made a dramatic groaning noise. “They weighed a million pounds. I broke a sweat.”

“Drama queen.”

He grinned. That lopsided, JJ special smug and inexplicably soft.

You linked your fingers through his. He didn’t hesitate. His hand was warm and always a little rough, like he’d been living three lives at once. He brushed your thumb with his. Then, out of nowhere, he said:

“I’m so happy.”

You blinked at him, surprised. JJ wasn’t shy, but he didn’t usually say things like that, not without a joke stitched to the end. This wasn’t one of those moments. His voice was clear, steady. Like he needed you to hear it.

“I am too,” you murmured, tightening your grip. “I didn’t think I could feel like this again.”

JJ didn’t answer at first. He was looking at you like he’d never seen you before. Like you were some rare artifact dug out of the sand, something he was scared to touch too hard in case it disappeared.

“What?” you asked, voice hushed.

He raised a hand to your cheek, fingertips featherlight. The pads of his fingers traced the shape of you, reverent. His touch wasn’t demanding, just curious.

Then he smiled. “I don’t get how I got this lucky.”

You kissed him. It was a very sweet quick and warm and close mouthed. Then you whispered, “I’m happier.”

His eyes narrowed in mock offense. “Liar.”

“Swear it.”

“No way. I’m like… glowing. I’m radiating happiness. You’re catching my happy.”

The afternoon sun dipped lower, washing the apartment in a warm orange haze. It hit JJ’s hair just right, turning it to gold. He looked like summer as a person.

“I’m still happier” you teased.

He rolled over until he was half on top of you, chest pressing into yours. “Then prove it.”

“How?”

“Let me hold you for like, ever.”

You grinned. “JJ…”

But you let him pull you in, let him stretch himself across you like a blanket, tucking his face into your neck. His weight grounded you. His arms were secure, gentle but insistent. He always held you like he was afraid the universe might snatch you away.

“You good?” you asked softly, hand stroking through his hair.

“I am now,” he mumbled. “Just… don’t move yet.”

You didn’t. Not even when your back started to ache or your nose twitched from dust.

The world outside didn’t feel real that night. Just you and JJ, your hearts beating in the same rhythm, in a home that smelled like freedom.

A home that wouldn't last forever.

But neither of you were thinking about that yet.

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank fanfic #obx x reader #obx fanfiction #jj maybank zombie au #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank angst #jj maybank x you #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank fic #jj maybank obx #obx fanfic #obx jj maybank #obx fic #jj maybank post apocalypse au

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tokkiiecloud · 10 months ago

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It’s hot outside so get hit by this bus take whv this is (Also don’t mind my writing, I ain’t no writer I have written a few fanfictions here and there soo..yeah)

WHB : it’s summer and it’s hot / Beach dates :

Characters : gn!reader ; Belphegor ; Bael ; Gamigin ; ppyong (Juno p) +angel : Raphael

CW : Sweating ; OOC

Belphegor :

this dude just sleeps through the heat

He’s inside with the air conditioner on

You just came back from a small trip in town with Agares and Vassago, and directly joined Belphegor who was sleeping in his room, you were drenched in sweat because of the FUCKING HOT AIR OUTSIDE and you were too lazy to go shower and change into a pair of fresh and cool clothes(he rubbed off on you)

You collapsed on the bed where Belphegor was sleeping, when he felt something that resembled a wet rat, he had to wake up from the discomfort, when he saw it was you he pushed you off the bed :

“WT- BELPHI?! THIS HURTS!” You yelled at him, he ignored you and went back to sleep, you were forced to take a shower and change when you came back he finally used you as a pillow.

Bael :

This man works through the heat (ac broken)

Collapsed bcs of the heat after waking up he started working again.

You walked inside of Bael’s office, he was still working despite when entering you could feel the unbearable heat, you started sweating profusely how could Bael work in this environment??

He smelt you’re sweats and looked at you giving a weak smile, he was close to collapsing, alerted you quickly went to him and grabbed his face worry in you’re eyes :

“Bael?! Your office is like an oven?!” You said worried, he just looked at you and apologized

“Sorry..the ac is actually broken but I’m used to the heat do not worry about me, go somewhere where the ac is on-“ he couldn’t finish his sentence before you dragged him out of the room, he wasn’t able to fight back because of his brain being turned to mush because of the heat.

After dragging him to a random chamber placing him onto the bed, making him drink some water, changing him into more comfortable clothes and going into the bed to cuddle with him.

He smiled softly before kissing your forehead and letting himself be taken care of by you.(Bael my beloved)

Gamigin :

He’s very worried about you staying hydrated

“Please don’t go outside too much”

Paradise lost, for some reason is not that hot?? But Gamigin still worries a lot about you he heard from Lucifer that human’s can’t withstand too much heat so he’s constantly checking on you, giving you water to keep you hydrated!

Ppyong (Juno p) :

Spends his day at the beach to be able to cool himself in the water

Listens to Avril Lavigne while swimming

He begged MC to go to the beach with him so he could spend some alone time together! Drinking wine together, watching the sunset together, swimming, his perfect idea for a date! Sadly he can’t hang out because the others will tag along…

At least he got a kiss on the forehead for the cute idea! It was worth it :

“Ppyong, I mean Juno, this is a very cute idea! Let’s do this next time!”

He giggles as you kiss his forehead, his smile is super bright almost blinding you more than the sun

Raphael :

Doesn’t give a flying fck at the heat

Has tried to kiss you while watching the sunset and will continue to try when he can

Interestingly, you found Raphael at the beach while hanging out with the devils of Gehenna and when he saw you…He took you away from them so for the rest of the day you spent you’re time with him

It was fun! You had a really good and goofy time with him he was still acting high and mighty but he was softer than usual until the sun started to set, both of you were sitting down on the golden sand :

“The sunset is beautiful..all those golden and pinkish mixed with a hint of blue create such a unique and ethereal look…”

He looks at you, eyes sparkling, he smiles at you as he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him, extremely gently as if he was handling a crystal glass :

“You know what else is beautiful and ethereal?” He looks deep into your eyes, leaning in closer to your face, when suddenly a bunch of demons intervened and brutally ended the sweet moment by starting a fight after the fight Raphael left but not without saying one last thing :

“Our moment was interrupted but we’ll have time to continue it some time later. See you dear” he smirks and flies away.

It’s donneeee!! YAYY! Don’t mind it going from weird /goofy or cringe ?? To sweet, I couldn’t stop myself from writing about them I just had too before the fandom completely dies you know?? So every time I get an idea I’ll write it!! :3

#what in hell is bad #whb bael #whb ppyong #whb belphegor #whb x reader #whb gamigin #whb raphael #I was in a weird mood don’t judge me #small writing #my friend approved of this

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lucarionite9364 · 7 months ago

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titan havik…titan havik and his silly stupid ridiculous arrogant attitude being a TEASE !!!

Chat, lemme cook for a second-- (this idea is great and so are you!)

Magnificent Maelstrom

Titan Havik x fem! reader

WC: 2,645

CW: SMUT! Mentions of violence, blood, bodily harm. Oral (M & F receiving), bitingg, scratching, creampie :3, uhhhh Havik is the warning tbh.

AN: Thank you Tan for the request,, I had fun writing this. <3

“VICTORY IS MINE!” You hear crowds cheering out as you roar your triumph in the pit. You throw your arms up as you circle around your dead opponent. Many of the Havik clones are throwing their arms at you in applause. Only one Havik catches your eye in particular though.

Lord Havik, the man he is. You hold his gaze on you. That crazed look he has on his face just looking at you covered in your foes blood is wild. It’s like lightning shooting through your veins. He knows exactly what drives you crazy for him.

With a final show of glory, you turn to your deceased enemy and plant your foot firmly on his back, yanking your greatsword out from his side. You throw your sword into the air and watch as it lands mere inches away from your Lord. He doesn’t flinch. You know whether you strike him or not, he is never afraid.

Climbing the wall of the arena, you take your spot next to Lord Havik. Takeda comes up to slap you on the back. “Nice job in the ring! I knew you’d win.” He laughs to himself as Kenshi comes up. “He bet on the other guy.” Takeda looks offended that his father would rat him out so easily. You elbow him in the side. Maybe a little harsher than expected, but he deserved it.

“Oh please, as if I’d lose to the nobodies they give us in the ring.” This might have turned into petty squabbles had Havik not interrupted. He lightly traced his hand around your neck making you shiver. “You did well, my little hurricane.”

He growled that last part in your ear, making your knees grow weak. Totally not the fact you just kicked ass in the ring. “Perhaps I should reward you.” The rasp in his voice never ceases to send heat straight to your core. Your mind couldn’t wander very far before you heard your telepathic friends stifle a cough. You glare at him, “How many times have I told you not to read my mind Takahashi.”

You could punish him, but he’s already being punished enough by Takeda’s insistent pestering about what he heard in your mind.

You roll your eyes and turn your attention back to the ring where a significant increase in severed limbs has occurred. Everyone’s focus was on the ring as the next fight was to begin. You’d like to think Lord Havik knew that you want to keep your relationship on the down low. So why did you feel his fingernails creep up your back? Trying to keep your composure while he massages your neck slowly is more difficult than it sounds.

You swiftly move to catch his wrist, in doing so he lets out a low huff of amusement. You lean over toward him so you can keep your voice quiet. “I’m starting to think you do this on purpose to test me.” Your mind clouds once more as you feel his breath creep down your face.

“Your reactions fuel me, my dear.” You don’t even have to look to know he has that arrogant smile on his face. Not that he can make any other face. It’s the intention that counts you suppose.

“The chaos in the ring should intrigue you more, shouldn’t it, My Lord?” “Oh yes, but the madness you yield has far more interest to me.” You feel him gently squeeze your ass from behind. You can only stifle your groan and hope neither of the other two heard you.

You feel a presence prod at your mind. Since you can feel that it’s there, it must be Takeda. “That’s it.” You break free from Havik’s grasp and yank your greatsword from the stone ground. “Takeda, you’re a deadman!”

You hear him laughing hysterically as he runs, and you chase after him.

Kenshi and Lord Havik can only watch in amusement as Takeda uses his ropes to swing away from you. You tried throwing your sword at him only to narrowly miss.

. . . . .

Later, you enter the Citadel. The room with seemingly no beginning or end. There were fragments of cobblestone pathways everywhere. In the sky, or down below, there were walkways and obstacles in every part of the room. Is it even a room? A dimension? That doesn’t matter as you approach the man you’ve been looking for.

Titan Havik is observing a reverse waterfall with great interest. He always does, it seems to calm him, even if ‘calm’ is the opposite of his whole being. He held his mace on his shoulder. He was rarely seen without the sharp object in hand, you thought. His attention diverted as he heard your approach. He gazed upon you with pure arrogance, like he knew you would come crawling to him eventually.

His bludgeon dissipated into the air as he made his way toward you. He reached out an arm to touch your face, but you swerved under his hand going behind him. His expression dropped slightly. “My Lord, you have been such a tease today,” you keep walking backward. “Do you really think I’d give you what you want after that performance?” Your smirk rivals that of which he wore earlier.

“Would you really deny me? Your ruler?” His voice is almost husky enough to make you give up then and there. You remained strong. His words, however, did bring a smile to your lips. “If you want me, come and get me.” At that, you took your last step off the edge of the walkway.

Falling, you can’t see the nigh primal look in his eyes as he licks his teeth in anticipation for the chase. You quickly grab a floating stone to break your fall. You land on the path underneath just in time to see Havik break through the path above to get to you.

“My hurricane, you can’t run from me in here.” You feign a pout, “Oh? But it makes my day that much more fun.” Expecting you to run away from him, you surprise him by heading straight for him. You slide between the gap in his legs and spring off the edge of the platform and leap on the larger floating rocks to move upward.

Due to your many games of cat and mouse, you knew it was only a matter of time before he played dirty. As you jumped to the next stone, you didn’t see that he threw his arm at your leg until you tripped. Now in free fall, you see Havik follow you stone path to catch you in the air. He firmly lands on the next platform, but not without a sickening crunch indicating he broke his leg.

You hear the limb snap back into place and his skin sealing itself together. As you're in his broad arms, you start nibbling on his exposed neck. He openly groans into your touch. “Now who’s being a tease?” He tilts his head toward you and leans to start licking your face.

His unusually long tongue makes its way to your lips and parts them with ease. As your tongues dance around each other, he sets you back on your feet, roughly grabbing onto your chest. You moan into the sloppy makeout session. As he exits your mouth to give you air, saliva covers your lower face.

You smirk and wipe your face on your unsleeved arm. You let your hands roam across his broad chest as you kiss your way down his torso. He looks down on you as you get on your knees before him. His hand makes its way to your hair to caress the soft strands as you start undoing the cloth surrounding his pants. His hand balls up into a fist, pulling deliciously on your hair.

“Now will you serve me?” He asks, already knowing the answer. “Yes, My Lord.” You purr as you pull down his pants. You’ve seen him before, but his size still marvels you everytime.

You grab the base with one hand and slowly lick a stripe up his shaft. The fist in your hair tightens as he groans. Wanting to tease him one last time, you swirl your tongue around his tip, occasionally dipping into the slit. “Your cruelty knows no limits, you maelstrom.” He grits his teeth as you lower your mouth on him.

You suction your mouth on him as you bob your head up and down. Just for added measure, you cup his balls and gently squeeze. You look up to see his dazed expression as his tongue lolls out from his mouth.

You know you’re doing good when he plants his feet and thrusts all the way down your throat. You gag around him which makes him want to thrust harder. He grabs the back of your head with both hands and sets his own pace, using your face as his fucktoy. He knows you love it though.

As much as you can’t breathe, you want to pleasure him. You hollow out your throat to allow for more room to take in air between the onslaught. You roughly grab onto his thighs and drag your nails down his leg in desperation. Clawing at anything to keep you grounded.

You can feel his pace grow erratic as his hips stutter. He roughly pulls out and you heave in a large breath. As you regain your focus, you see blood creeping down his chiseled thigh from where you grabbed onto him.

You could feel yourself soaking through your pants from how wet you were. He pushed you to your back on the ground, laughing lightly as he could see your arousal. He knelt down over you, rubbing the spot between your legs that felt oh so good. But the little friction you got from that is nowhere near enough.

You squirm as you undo the top of your pants, allowing him to pull them off of you with a harsh tug. You kept wiggling as you saw him stroking himself. You only wanted him inside you at that moment, but he had other plans. It seems like being a tease would bite you in the ass. Literally.

He dips his lead lower and puts a bite mark right on the inside of your thigh. You yelp in surprise. He has to pin your hips down, but not before ripping your panties off you. You shiver as the oddly cold air of the Citadel hits your lips.

“Look at me, my dear,” He glares into your eyes as he says one more word. “Payback.” His tongue dives straight to like a thick line up your slit. Being the worst tease he is, he harshly sucks on your clit.

You can’t help but moan out as his teeth hit your sensitive bundle of nerves too. “Ahh, Havik!” You barely whimper his name, but to your surprise he stops. His gaze soured into a stern expression as he brought two fingers to gather your slick. “That is not my title.” You realize your mistake and quickly correct yourself.

“I’m sorry My Lord! Please, don’t stop.” You have a pleading tone in your voice. He seems to like your answer as he pries you open with his two digits. Moving them in and out, scissoring them open to loosen you up.

Your breathing increases in intensity. You feel the knot in your stomach tighten as he continues to suck your clit and finger you. You tangle your fingers in his hair, surprisingly soft, and tug on it. He growls out into your pussy as he keeps up the pace.

“Lord Havik, I’m. . . I’m gonna–” “Let it out.” He commands, and you do as you're told. You yank his hair tighter as you shove your pussy into his face. Feeling your slick and release mix with his saliva as he continues to lick every last inch of you. You let go of his hair, but he doesn’t stop licking you, helping you ride out your orgasm.

After he is done, he leans up to give you a sloppy kiss. You can taste yourself on his mouth as you bring your hands to wrap around his neck. You feel his still hard cock bumping your leg. Even after that strong orgasm, you still can’t help but want more. Want him. Need him.

He pulls away from the kiss and looks down on your disheveled form as he positions himself at your entrance. He pushes into you only to miss and slide up your soaked cunt. The tip nudged your clit sending a bolt of pleasure up your spine.

Growing frustrated, he repositions himself and pushes all the way into you in one thrust. You can feel the breath being knocked out of you. You moan out at the intrusion, never being fully ready to take him. The stretch was a little painful, but the pleasure overtook that feeling as he pulled out and pushed back in with force.

He started with a harsh pace, not giving you any time to adjust to his large size. You can feel yourself squeezing his shaft and you get impossibly wetter as he abuses your sopping cunt. He takes one of your nipples in his calloused fingers and pinches it while teething on the other.

The thought that someone can find you splayed open underneath your Lord never crossed your mind as you moan every time he thrusts into you. He brings his unoccupied hand down to rub circles into your clit. His thrusts falter for a moment as you rake your sharp nails down his muscular back. Leaving bloody trails in its wake.

He loved the scars you left on his body. He wore them just as proudly as his battle scars. Letting people see the things you do to him, whether they knew it was from you or not. His thrusts lost their pattern and became erratic. He was close, and you were too. However, he was dead set on making you go first.

He bit into the sweet spot on your neck. That coupled with his endless thrusts and toying with your clit cause you to let go for a second time. Your juices came gushing out all over his lower abdomen. He stopped playing with your clit, but his thrusts picked up till he finally threw himself over the edge.

You locked your legs around his back to make sure he couldn’t leave. Your body heat rose three times as his hot cum was shot into your womb. He lost control of his groans as the bite on your neck drew blood. He had his hands holding your hips in such a grip you thought it might bruise as he finished spilling into you.

You almost blanked as the please was too much. Were it not for the fact he’s holding you up, you would have slumped over already. He stayed inside you for a little longer. Growling out into your ear, “You drive me mad. You are the anarchy I crave.” You feel warm tears well up in your eyes. You can’t tell if it’s because you’re overstimulated or his words meant more than he realized.

You breathlessly confess, “You are the disorder to my disarray. Nothing is better than the great turmoil you bring to my life.” You plant one more kiss on his exposed teeth before you groan as he pulls out of you. You shudder as you feel his cum drip out of your spent cunt. An idea, good or bad, sparks your hand into motion. You make a show of scooping his cum from between your legs and bringing your fingers to your mouth.

You made sure we watched every second of your display. His voice drops to a growl as he speaks, “We have time before the next battle in the arena.”

#havik x reader #mortalkombat 1 #mk havik #mk1 havik #mortal kombat smut #mk1 #titan havik #mk1 khaos reigns #titan havik smut

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pandajaye · 3 months ago

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Like Bunnies 🐰

characters: bunny hybrid!seo changbin, bunny hybrid!black fem reader, quokka hybrid!han jisung

changbin bunny hybrid reference image

pairings: bunny hybrid!seo changbin x bunny hybrid!black fem reader

fandom: Stray Kids/Skz

genre: fluff, smut

word count: 5.4k

warnings: cringey love text conversations, kissing, biting, groping, nudity, breast play/nipple play, oral sex (female and male receiving), unprotected sex, cursing, breeding kink, descriptions of genitalia, descriptions of sexual bodily fluids, anal play, successful breeding, mention of marriage

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this for a while now but I wasn’t sure if I should because I thought there was like a thin line between writing hybrids and z*ophilia and I didn’t want to go into this stumbling. I’ve done some research and given myself some time to really think on it and now I feel prepared and ready to get into this. Please enjoy!

summary: you love when your bf, Seo Changbin, comes over to stay the weekend with you! he loves his members dearly but he also loves you too and tries to make time by taking you on random dates during some weeks and spending full weekends with you every once in a while. the two of you have a wonderful friday night and wake up saturday morning feeling extra lovey dovey on each other, a little too cuddly, somewhat, Like Bunnies 🐰

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The sun shines through the blinds of your bedroom window. It’s warm everywhere that the light touches. You gradually come awake, your nose twitching lightly from being dry. It was absolutely necessary for your room to stay cold at night. However, to protect your sensitive sinuses, you tried to make it a habit to turn the AC down when it was time to sleep. It’s not unlike you to forget but the reasons are different most of the time. In this situation, the reason was a great one. You had been waiting all week for your boyfriend to come stay with you. Every day, during every text or phone conversation between the two of you, it was important that you express your excitement.

✨ (your messages: 🩷; his messages: 🩵) ✨

🩷: ‘bini bini bini!’

🩵: ‘yes luv?’

🩷: ‘I’m so excited!! 😆’

🩵: ‘I know luv 🥰’

🩵: ‘me toooo <3’

🩷: ‘we’re gonna have so much fun oky?’

🩷: ‘*okay?’

🩷: ‘i promise!’

🩵: ‘i know we will, it’s gonna be so much fun’

🩵: ‘i miss u during the busy weeks :(’

🩵: ‘my cutie bunny baby’

🩵: ‘i wanna cuddle even now :’(’

🩷: ‘ahhh, u miss me, luvbun? 🥺’

🩷: ‘waaaah :’)’

🩷: ‘ur so cute! let’s kiss the whole time okay 😘’

🩵: ‘yes pls bb 😙❤️’

🩵: ‘okay I have to go, jisung-ie is looking at my phone’

🩵: ‘he says “hi” and that we’re cringey’

🩷: ‘aw man :’(’

🩷: ‘tell him I said hi and that he’s the meanest rat ever’

🩵: ‘okay! 😈’

🩵: ‘he says he’s not a rat, he’s a quokka, and that you have to respect your elders’

🩷: ‘tell him i’m sorry and that i’ll make cookies for you to bring him 🤧🥺’

🩵: ‘he says he forgives you and he’ll see you soon’

🩷: ‘yayayay! 🥳’

🩵: ‘I have to go now too bunbun 😞’

🩷: ‘nooo 😭’

🩵: ‘sorryyy’

🩵: ‘I’ll text you when I leave practice okay?’

🩷: ‘okayyyy’

🩷: ‘bye luvbun ily😘❤️’

🩵: ‘bye bunbun ily2🥰😘❤️’

✨ end of text convo ✨

Your conversations between each other are… quirky… to say nicely. The two of you don’t really care. You’re adults, you pay for the phones you’re using. You can do whatever you want. That and you’re in love. Changbin is so sweet. He works so hard as an artist. Producing, rapping, singing, dancing, modeling. It’s kind of hard to watch him be on stage, seeing other girls throw their hearts out to him. You keep yourself sane by reminding yourself that it’s just for appearances and to keep the fans happy. Still, they’re all so pretty and cute. ‘They could easily have him.’ you think to yourself sometimes. The one time you mumbled it out loud with him around, he lectured you for it.

“I don’t care about them the way I care about you. They can’t have me. You have me. We were meant to be. There is nothing else besides you and me. Never has been, never will be.” Changbin’s ears had flattened out from how intense he felt. When he noticed the tears in your eyes, they completely flopped when he softened himself. “I love you so much. Please don’t compare yourself to others. You are so beautiful and sweet and smart. I love everything about you. I love spending time with you and being able to have you in my life. I’m proud to have you as my doe. I want you to focus on our love. Not the love you think someone else could give me.” You can still remember how compassionate and stern his voice was back then. His gentleness when he pulled you into a hug and held you in his arms, careful not to hurt your ears, was very needed in that moment.

You cried into his chest for a few minutes before the two of you went to lay down and take a nap to recharge. It took a while but after that day, you worked hard to never view yourself negatively like that again. Changbin has been there for you as much as he can and for that, you’re there for him at every opportunity. He tells you all the time about how spending time with you helps him feel better after a long, hard week. Sometimes just the smell of your perfume or the sound of your voice can help him clear his head. It’s so relaxing when you groom his ears for him, and he likes doing it for you, too. He says it’s cute how your tail flutters when he hits a good spot. It makes you blush hard but it also fills your heart up. You two are truly meant to be together. There’s no doubt in your minds’.

Sleep falls from your eyelashes and allows them to softly blink open. A smile grows on your lips while you do your first stretch of the day. The groan and sigh from deep in your chest causes Changbin’s nose to wiggle and he wakes up as well. You watch his eyes open and regress back into a squint then close again with a smile. “Good morning, sweetie.” His sleepy voice makes you grin. “Good morning, honey.” You lay on your side so the two of you can be face to face. He opens his eyes again and moves forward with pouty lips. “Kiss?” He requests. You meet him with soft but slightly dry lips. “How did you sleep? Good?” You kiss his nose this time. “Mhm. Really good.” It’s his turn to stretch and it ends with holding onto your hip, slightly massaging it. He’s not slick at all, though. He tries to start small talk by asking if you slept well while his hand massages its way under your sleep shirt.

“I slept well. Did you happen to have dreams about me, Bini?” You raise an eyebrow, your plan to expose him is starting with an interrogation. “Mmm.. can’t remember…” Bin mumbles. He moves in closer, putting his face in your neck and giving you light kisses. Your nose scrunches and your upper lip twitches at the tickling feeling. “I think you’re dreaming about me right now. Am I right?” You ask. He nods, his thigh resting on top of yours. “You smell good. Your perfume lasts so long. ‘Smell so sweet…” You’re lost in his kisses becoming sloppier, completely unaware of his body reacting to being close to you. “You know what we haven’t done in a while?” “What’s that?” Your answer comes out in an almost whisper. “We haven’t had morning sex in a long time.” He leans back to look at your face and is satisfied with the excitement in your eyes. “Should we? Do you want to? Right now?” You can feel your tail fluttering against the covers. “Mhm. Do you want to?” You nod just like he does. “Let’s do it.” “Let’s.”

You two move at the same time, you put yourself higher up on the pillows and lay on your back while he gets between your legs. He leans forward and you share a few pecks on the lips before his tongue makes its appearance. Your lips part immediately and you allow his tongue to explore the inside of your mouth. Your morning breath is pretty non-existent but he wouldn’t care if you did have it, you still love to taste each other’s. The kisses get sloppier in increments. His hand is warm as it travels under your sleep shirt and up your belly to your chest. He bites your lip and you moan at his fingertips teasing your nipple. “Ah… Binnie…” You bite your lip after him and squirm. “I got you, bunbun~” Changbin pushes your shirt up over your chest and admires the beauties in front of him. He uses both hands to massage them gingerly. “Breasts don’t make the woman but I lose my mind at how… blessed… you are everytime. Mm~” You blush at his words, wanting so badly to cover your face.

People always make comments or give you looks over your chest, the only ones welcome are your doctor’s and Changbin’s. He’s joked about how they barely fit in his hands before and left you completely flustered and wanting to hibernate for the rest of the month. Even your inner ears went from pink to red that day. Now, here you are, flustered again, watching his mouth open as he dips down and takes your nipple into his mouth. The pink of his tongue contrasts so cutely against your dark skin. And he knows how sensitive they are. That’s why he looks into your eyes when his tongue swirls around it, making it grow. “B-Binnie…~” You moan, your lip quivering. “Mmm, Choco~” He coos before slurping. “Binnie! Shut up!” He just has to make a ‘you taste like chocolate’ joke when a part of you is in his mouth. It always gets old but he’s goofy like that. He giggles for a second before going back in. Between your thighs, your cunt is starting to relax and slick is forming. His lips press together to pull your nipple as he leans back, immediately going back in to suckle some more. On his other hand, his thumb rubs circles around your other nipple, occasionally tapping it. The second it grows, he carefully pinches it and rolls it between his fingers. You love when he plays with your chest, it always gets you going in a short amount of time.

For Binnie, seeing your chest exposed like this turns him on a lot. He does consider himself an ‘ass’ man, but he loves every vulnerable part of your body, not just your backside. The more he suckles and toys with your breasts, the more his arousal increases. He already has a nice girth when soft but erected he was thick and had an appropriate length. He’d always stretch you out and had generous but not overwhelming contact with your g-spot where it would hurt you. It was another ‘made for each other’ type of thing. After a few seconds, he moved to the other breast to give it as much attention as the first. Only this time, his hand didn’t stay to play with your free nipple. Instead, he reached under you and grabbed the waistband of your shorts. “Do I have your permission to take this off, bunny?” He asks politely, taking a break from your tit. You nod quickly while licking your lips. “Yes, please~” Your answer is eager, indicating you’re ready for more. He leans back and uses both hands to pull the waistband under your ass then up your thighs, tossing them to the fuzzy rug below your bed. He smiles a bit, always excited to see the stretch marks on your tummy and hips. They were so sexy to him and he let you know that every time he saw them. “Sexy bunny~” He flirts, smirking at you and making you blush even more.

After a few more kisses and suckles on both of your nipples, he kisses the center of your chest and trails them down your belly. He stops here for a few seconds to cover the rest of your tummy in kisses then circles back to his original trail right over your belly pudge. “Do I have permission to go further? I’m so hungry for you, baby~” He’s so polite when he asks for consent, it’s bare minimum but you like it a lot anyways. Once again, you nod, and he takes his opportunity. He moves himself back on the bed, reaching down into his boxers to stroke himself. You open your thighs wider for him to have all the space he needs. He kisses your inner thighs, switching between left and right, and getting closer to the center of his desires. The first kiss on your cunt isn’t shy at all. He makes out with your folds confidently from the start. “Ah!” Your little yelp is so cute to him. His tongue slides through your slit hungrily. Those famous Bratz lips of his feel as beautiful as they look against your vulnerable parts.

Changbin knows your body well. He takes pride in it as your boyfriend. He focuses on your clit immediately because he put in the work to learn how to please you. He loves you and wants to do right by you, especially if that involves giving you head that’ll make your thighs quiver. “Ahhh, B-Binnie… feels gooood…” you whine. Your mouth always turns into a frown similar to his upside down smile once you start losing your grip. The pressure of his tongue on your clit is energizing. There’s a rush in your tummy that’s rolling in like thunderstorm clouds, destined to grow the more he consumes your flavors. Those flavors of yours, mixed with the sounds of your pleasure, become the reason for the wet spot in his boxers. He’s just as weak for you as you are for him. Your ability to make him horny and out of his mind was strong and something he was obsessed with when it happens. His jaw is strong, guiding his mouth so his tongue can make circles around your clit when it’s not lapping at the small bud.

He leans back and sucks his fingers before sliding two inside of you. “How is that? It’s okay?” He asks intently. “Y-Yes. It feels good, Bini~” You push your head backwards into the pillows, surrendering yourself to him completely. You’re in his hands and trust him fully, giving him control over making you feel good. There’s times where his fingers fuck in and out of you, some of the time they’re slow and other times they move more sporadically. In between those moments, he keeps his fingers deep inside and curls them up. It’s so special to experience what it feels like to be his famous pink Dwaekki bowling ball. “Ohhhh fuck! Hhhnnngh!” Your bottom starts to lift off the sheets and your back arches. “Biiiinnie! Awwww!” His fingers have found your g-spot quickly and he knows it by the way you’re panting. Your ears have flopped to your shoulders and your eyes are half open.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby~” He growls. Your slick has coated his palm completely and the back of his hand. He wants to keep going and keep pleasing you this way but you’re so slippery. Your lips look glossy and sparkly in the sunlight. It’s so beautiful to him. He needs to be inside you badly. You’re only halfway to your orgasm when he pulls his fingers out of you. “Bunny, I’m ready to fuck you. I want to know if you’re ready, too.” He gulps, his throat is somewhat dry from watching your reactions with his mouth agape. “Mm-mm.” You shake your head. His head tilts to the side, confused. He can usually tell you’re ready once your bottom was explored like this. You push him off of you and he moves easily with some worry in his chest. While it felt great to have his fingers deep inside you, he’s not getting away without letting you take care of him, too. You roll over onto your knees and glance down at his boxers. “Take these off for me, please~”

Now he understands. You just didn’t want to use your words. Changbin stumbles off the bed and pulls his boxers off quickly before climbing back on. He feels hot sitting in front of you like this and takes his shirt off, too, leaning back against the wall after. “There we go.” You smirk at him and pull your shirt off so you can both be as naked as the day you fell from heaven. His large chest rises and falls exaggeratedly watching you duck down and kiss his belly. “Mmm, marshmallow~” You tease, getting revenge for his chocolate joke from earlier. He only manages to get part of a chuckle out before he’s interrupted with your kiss on his tip. It’s so hot pink and round and shiny from the precum that’s still leaking out of it. Your hand wraps around the base like grabbing a joystick to play Pac-Man. He could faint from the way you tap it on your lips before taking it in your mouth. Your tongue feels hot against the vulnerable skin and he’s trying his best to stay calm.

That fails immediately when you suck him into your throat, hold for a few seconds, then come back up for air. “There. Not so dry anymore.” Now that you’ve slobbered all over him, it’ll be easier to suck him. Your other hand wraps around the middle of his shaft and you get to work. While you suck the first inch within your lips, your hands grip and stroke the rest. It’s hard not to smile when you feel his erection grow in your fists and against your tongue. “I love your cock, Bini. It tastes so fucking good. Fits in my mouth so nicely. Don’t you think so?~” It’s your time to flirt and he’s almost too dizzy to answer you. “Y-Yes, bunbun. I love when you suck my cock~” He answers before biting his pretty pink bottom lip. “I love it, too! I like when I do this and you wriggle around.” Before he can even ask, slap his dick on your tongue a few times and open wide to choke yourself on it. “Yah! Ah! Fuck!” Changbin’s big strong thighs flex and his toes curl. The cries coming from him are like music to your ears. That’s why you need more.

You reach forward and rub his nipple the same way he did yours earlier. He tries to grab your wrist but you shake your head. “Ah-ah! You got me. Now I get you~” You scolded him playfully. He frowns before relaxing his face completely. He can’t protest. It’s only fair. Plus, he has no problem admitting how good it feels. You pinch his nipple the way he did yours. Your bodies may be different but you always find a way to pleasure each other equally. Eventually though, just like he did, you forget about his nipples. Now, you're taking him in full. One hand holds his base and the other massages his sack. His fist grabs the back of your hair only because he promises to help brush your hair back out when you’re done. His full erection has made a home from your throat. You breathe through your nose like you’ve practiced many times before so you can hold him inside for a bit then go back to bobbing up and down and swallowing around his entire penis.

Tiny beads of sweat manage to take their place along his hairline. His dick has jumped more than a few times now and he can’t stop panting, just like you. “I’m gonna cum, baby… I’m gonna cum in your throat… I’m so fucking close… Please let me~” he begs. You nod and slow down, using the hand around the base to stroke him slowly but generously. One stroke, two strokes, three strokes. Changbin’s toes curl and his thick eyebrows join in the center, his eyelashes fluttering as well as his tail. He sucks in air through his teeth while you slurp his cumshot up from dripping out of your mouth. “Let me see…” He groans and lifts your head up. You stick your tongue out and proudly show off the fruits of your labor. “Swallow it~” You follow his orders with a big gulp and smile. “Awww, cute~” He boops your nose. “Yeah yeah, I know I am.” You roll your eyes playfully and crawl back to your pillows, laying your head down but keeping your ass up. “I’m ready to take you now, Binnie~” You wiggle your tail and pull your ears to the side the way someone would pull their ponytail over their shoulder.

Changbin stares at your pussy, still slick and pretty from earlier. It makes it easier for him to recover from the insane neck you just gave. “I’m so glad you're ready, I know I am~” He crawls over to you and presses his face into your backside. You bite your lip, feeling his nose and lips against your seat. He sticks his entire tongue and slowly drags it up. It catches your clit, it swipes over your entrance, all the way up to the rim of his third favorite way to get inside of you. Two fingers push into you again while he focuses his mouth on this area in particular. Your tail jumps every time his lips suck and kiss you there. When his lovely digits curl inside you again, you press your face into the pillows to muffle yourself. He’s not done until there’s a squelch every time his fingers fuck into you. When he decides there’s enough of your arousal leaking out of you, he comes up for air. “You don’t have to arch too hard, bunny. I don’t want your back to hurt.” He rubs your back until you straighten out your arch a little. Sometimes you can over do it to give him the best experience. It’s nice but it’s not something he requires from you. He’d rather let your body do it naturally without you having to think about it. “Good girl. There we go~”

Your loving boyfriend swats your bottom then kisses the pain away. “Wooow, it jiggles so nicely. Lovely choco-bunny butt~” He chuckles and swats you again. “Bini! Stop teasing!” Your ass jiggles when you whine to him and gets him excited. “Oh okay, okay! Ready?!” He smiles and wipes his palms on your sex to borrow some of you slick for lube, stroking himself. “Ready!” You wiggle your tail again but it stops suddenly when he pushes himself inside you. “Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuuuck~” Your eyes roll at the feeling of his cock edging its way deeper into your suction. He bottoms out and you feel a tingling sensation in your belly button. Changbin took a deep breath while sliding inside of you. That sudden rise in heat made his heart pound and reminded him of why he’s so addicted to being the one that gets to fuck you. He pulls out slowly and pushes back in at the same speed, repeating this a few more times for a moment of consistency.

The alternating between feeling full and feeling empty is making your mouth water. Your body feels so excited and aroused, so hot, a feeling that never gets old. Your nipples are sore and sting from the friction against the sheets beneath while fully erected. “I needed this so bad, Bini. I missed you. I miss being your sexy little bunny~” you mumble with your face against the pillows. “I missed you, too. And this hot little hole. You don’t know how obsessed I am with you. At night, when we get off the phone… I can’t help but grab myself. I think about you bent over like this or laying on your back with your legs wide open…” He sucks air through his teeth at the same time that he thrusts back in. “I think about you fingering yourself… using the vibrator I bought you on your poor little clit. I’ve thought about you throwing all this back on me~” He grins, baring his canines as swats your ass harder than earlier. He growls, “I jerk off until my lap is covered in the cum you’d eat if you were there~” Suddenly, he pulls out, leaving just the tip, then slams back into you. “Ahh!” you yelp pitifully. You know well enough that this is where the heat is turned up and brace for the experience.

Binnie pushes your legs together while inside. It’s a soft fall that now has you laying on your stomach. “Fuck yeah, need you just like this~” One hand pulls your soft ass cheek to the side, giving him a better view. You can’t help but whine when he starts thrusting inside of you. His strokes are closer with more power instead of him pulling out almost complete. The way his shaft slides against your inner walls is intense. You feel weak inside and your stomach muscles are starting to convulse. To make matters worse, his other hand is playing with your hole again. He sucked his thumb first, rubbing the heavily melanated rim. When he pushes in, your mouth drops open and all you can do is bite your lip to keep from going insane. “Be loud, baby. I know you like it~” His thumb slides in and out of you generously, intentionally. “I-I l-love… it… Fuck… Ohhhh it’s so good, B-Bini~” you whimper. Your voice drops and turns into a cry in your throat when he pulls his thumb out of you. “Relax for me. As much as you can~” he whispers so sweetly. You can feel two fingers pressing into you and immediately start your attempt at relaxing as best you can while his dick bullies your insides.

Your asshole gives and his fingertips make their way inside you, stretching you the deeper they go. Changbin curls his fingers and flexes them. Your eyes squeeze shut, your breath begins to hitch and shake. His fingers are pressing against your g-spot from above and his tip bumps against it from underneath. You reach around the bed for something to grab but you end up just reaching around and grabbing his thigh. “Changbinnie! Daddy! Ah! Ah! Ahhh!” He uses his entire hand to stir your insides up, his hand shaking vigorously. “Ahhhhhhh! Binnie! I-! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! Ahhh!” your cries make him chuckle. “It’s okay baby, I’ll take care of you. Let it out, baby. Here, I’ll help you~” He pulls his fingers out of you but you don’t have time to complain. You feel him lay on your back and wrap his arms around your waist. One hand holds your tummy and the other rubs your clit like he’s taken up enthusiastic DJ lessons.

His hips speed up and his thrusts make him slam into your ass as he humps you. “Fuck this little bunny pussy… so hot… gonna fucking breed you… breed this pretty pussy…” he’s growling, again. “You wanna have my fucking kits… hm? You want me to fill you up and make you a mommy? Want me to get you all swollen and pregnant?” His threats aren’t threatening at all. They’re making you swallow and suck him against your cervix. “Yes! Yes! Fucking fill me with your kits! Please, Binnie! Please! Breed my pussy! I need you inside of me foreverrrr!~” Your desperate pleas make him lock in. Your voice is so whiny and high pitched. His mind is racing like a dog with a chew toy… and he loves how you squeak and squeal for him. Changbin taps your clit from underneath and makes his thrusts solid and consistent. “Gonna… breed… you… give you my kits…” A hypnotized state comes over him and he kisses and bites at your shoulder, licking the indents of his teeth. “Fill you up… cum on me… cum on my… cum… cum, Bunny… cum for me~”

Seo Changbin. A man known for sticking to his principles and telling others to judge things for themselves. His leading personality and solid character make you feel so safe. You trust him with everything, especially with your body and soul. That body of yours, it gives in. It gives in to him and his demands. You sigh, tears run down your cheeks and get caught in the pillow covers. The core of your stomach trembles while you orgasm. Your insides are hot and throbbing and now sticky, thick fluid runs through you. The impact from his humping and the talk of breeding has made you swollen and especially receiving. The warmth of your mixture, cum and arousal, covers him completely. His cock, throbbing just like your genitals, jumps. Once, twice, a third time. Then semen erupts from the tip and shoots a few satisfying loads into you. The two of you moan together, your breathing only slightly out of sync from each other. You’ve drooled down your chin and he’s drooled on your shoulder. You can feel his cheek against your back. His body on top of you is comforting like a weighted blanket. You love being so close to him. Especially right now.

“Binnie?” you whisper. He turns his head around to rest on his other cheek so you can hear him better. “Hm?” He sounds tired, you both do. “That felt so good. You fucked me so good. You know?” You can feel him smile against your back and it makes you smile, too. “I know. That was awesome. You take my dick so well, sweetie. Every time.” He kisses your back before sitting up so he can pull out and roll over, laying next to you. He opens his arms, “Come here, bunny. I’ll hold you.” Despite the nasty sticky mess on both of your crotches, you’re more than okay with cuddling. Slowly but surely, you pull yourself up and lay on his chest. He lovingly pushes your ears behind your head and strokes them carefully. “How do you feel? Does anything hurt?” he asks. You shake your head. “No. I can feel the mess leaking out of me. I think my pussy’s swollen on the outside.” you look up at him with sparkly eyes and a twitchy nose. “Yeah? Lemme see.” You open your legs for him and sure enough, you’re looking a bit puffy.

“Awww, how cute.” He reaches down and palms your swollen cunt. You moan into his chin when his fingers find your clit, now extra sensitive. “Ahh~ Mm~” In return, you reach down and grab his semi-hard-on before it can go down completely. You only stroke him down his tip, unable to reach his testicles in your position. “I love when we can’t stop touching each other.” He kisses your forehead. The arm underneath you reaches around your back. He lifts up a bit and readjusts so you’re laying his arm. Your left tit falls to the side and he finds your nipple, tweaking and pulling at the weak bud. “Sore~” you grit your teeth at the stinging pain. “I’m sorry. Here,” His hand comes back from your cunt shiny and wet. “Put your arm behind my neck.” You do as you're told and he lifts your thigh up. He guides his cock back inside you and slowly thrusts. Then, he grabs the breast closer to him, rolling the nipple between his fingers like usual, sucking it up into his mouth. His cute bunny teeth tug on it while he suckles.

He keeps you like that for another minute before his hand wraps around your throat and he fucks into you again until he cums. This time, the ribbons land on your tummy. Cheeky Binnie collects the cream on his two middle fingers. “Open your mouth~” he demands calmly. You open your mouth and take his fingers in, immediately tasting his cum on your tongue. You swallow and suck them clean, only letting them go when you’re sure you got all of it. “Good?” he asks. You nod your head. “Good.” He smiles softly and sighs. The two of you rest for a few more seconds before he gets up fully this time. “I’m gonna go-” he stops and motorboats your cunt one last time, licking you from around his mouth. “-start the shower. Let's go out for brunch. Hm?” You stop biting your lip to grin. “Yeah! I want strawberries and cream on waffles.” you giggle excitedly. “I could eat your your strawberries and cream all day if you let me~” He smiles and kisses you, then hops off the bed like he didn’t just say some really unhinged shit. “Sicko.”

You take a deep breath and roll over onto your stomach, laying in your naked filth. You can’t stop your fluffed up tail from wagging and don’t plan on trying. Your heart is full and your doe-hood is even fuller. This is better than being on cloud nine. This is what it’s like to be in love and be wanted. And now he wants you to have his kits. You feel more than happy to start a family with him. Although, the memory of him saying he wanted to wait until marriage to have kits with you is in the back of your mind. You don’t know it but he’s planning something. His pleas to get you pregnant this morning weren’t just lust-filled fantasy. Not just empty promises. Something big is coming for you. You just have to wait and see. You’re gonna forever be happy and in love, making love forever.

Just like bunnies.

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A/N: Hello! I really hope you enjoyed reading this work! This is probably the fastest project I’ve done in a minute but it’s because I was so sure of myself making it. I still did some procrastination and had some doubts but in the end, I was successful in my endeavor. I completely understand if you’re not a fan of my sexual writing style. I’ve been reading smut for years now but I’m still figuring out my writing style with it. Right now, I’m in an era where I’m trying to write it as realistically and relatable as I can. Unfortunately, I fear it’s coming out more like p0rn. But if y’all are okay with it, I’m okay with it!

Also, I really hope that you, especially if you’re a Seolar, like how I tried to portray Changbin’s character close to his real personality. I love Changbin and as someone with him as their ult bias, it is important to me that Changbin is given the respect he deserves. Now, I know Changbin’s representative character is a Dwaekki. To be honest, I wasn’t confident in how to write a hybrid version of one since he’s not a real animal. Sorry! Same thing goes for Han, I know he’s a Quokka but I don’t know much about them other than them being cute so I picked a hamster for his hybrid. Don’t you think he’d be so cute with hamster ears? 🥺 I do. Anyways!

P.S. If you’re really invested in this story like I am, I will be writing an actual series inspired by this work. The series will have an OC instead of being an x reader and will include all the members of Skz. I know some people don’t like OC fics and that’s okay. I’m just thankful for you taking the time to read this little story. For those of you that are interested, please join me as we expand on this super fun alternate universe.

Thanks for reading! ✨

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xbeezchaos · 14 days ago

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Victor and his disability headcanons (but with my disabilities as well)

I love that the people love Viktor even with his disability and even use that as a way to make jokes about him beating people with his cane. As someone who also uses a cane I have gotten the same comments so I will be writing my own headcanons based off that!!

Mentions of: violence, use of ‘weapons’, POTS and Arthritis and chronic pain, swear words, minor slur I CAN RECLAIM

How I think he’d react to these comments from people;

“Why don’t you just use your cane to hit people?”

Honestly. He’d laugh, and likely explain he’d probably get carried away for break it

“What happened to your leg?”

“I got beat up by sewer rats when I was 5.”-Viktor

“Was your leg always like this?/ Were you always sick?”

“No, I just woke up and my leg said ‘I quit’.”

Overall he’d be very sarcastic and unserious about it if he feels the question is stupid or unrelated to the topic. Miscellaneous headcanons next!!

If someone tried to baby him or talk down to him he’d start doing the same to them or push them away (similar to how he slapped Jayce’s hand in S1)

He’s immune to regular pain medication. It has zero impact on him

He constantly has dizzy spells, faints, and even gets sick due to overworking and not eating/drinking enough during the day

Has passed out in the middle of meetings both while talking and sitting. He just goes “I’m about to pass out.” Or “get a nurse” then collapses if he has enough consciousness to do so.

Uses it in arguments; “It’s cause I’m disabled right?” “Sorry I’m such a fucking vegetable.” “He just called me a dirty cripple!!Council! Council members!”

Will take advantage of people offering to run him tasks he doesn’t want to. Does it the most to Jayce. Mel caught on the second time so stopped doing it.

Has made Jayce Carry him many times just so he has an excuse to feel him up

Has hit people with his cane, used the end to put on a persons foot and crush their toes

Has gotten so bored once, he handed Jayce his cane. Hobbled a few feet away from him, got on the floor and put on a performance begging for his cane back (he even pulled out real fake tears) until there’s a crowd judging Jayce and then Jayce will pick him up and run away form said crowd.

Would likely say “I may have a cane but I’ll still fuck your mom.” If someone makes fun of him. He seems like the type to make mom jokes.

Has had more than 30 x ray scans of his body done in the last 5 years

Experiences extreme fatigue and has been carried to bed where he was fed and forced to stay

After season 2, he starts making jokes about “taking his leg brace off” and then goes “oh wait. I forgot. It’s a part of me now. How will I ever scratch that itch?”

Jayce would look at him confused, “but you don’t feel itchiness anymore?”

“Let me plant itchy in peace eye candy.”

Ok so this is all I gawt for neow. Lemme know if yall enjoyed this and want me to write more of Viktor!!!

#writing #oneshots #jayce talis #viktor arcane #jayce x viktor #arcane x reader #arcane

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blank-potato · 2 months ago

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Make It Up To Me

Pairing: Lucien Belmont x Reader

Summary:

He gave you a look as if contemplating his next move. “Fine. Then let me make it up to you.” You crossed your arms, waiting, whatever he had to say had to be good. “You’ve been wound too tight,” he continued, his voice lighter now, almost teasing. “And I think you need to have a good time.” You raised a sceptical brow. “And you think you’re the person to fix that?” “I know I am.” His smirk deepened. “So, what do you say? Let me give you one night where you forget about all the stress. No responsibilities. No pressure. Just… fun.” Or You’re Lucien’s tutor and he has pissed you off for the last time but he wants to make things right with you.

A/N: I just want to write something short and fluffy about Lucien with a hint of steaminess at the end

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“I’m supposed to be helping you study.”

“And yet all I want to study is you,” Lucien replies with his signature smile.

Had you not been used to it, maybe you would’ve fallen for it but this was pretty much how all your tutoring sessions would go. He’d show up 20 minutes late (if you were lucky) with bedhead and a lopsided grin, smelling faintly of cologne and another girl’s perfume, then flirt with you as you attempted to tutor him.

“Did you even listen to what I just said?”

"This is hopeless,” you let out a sigh, frustration tightening your chest as the stress of school weighed heavy on your shoulders. Assignment after assignment piled up like an avalanche, and now this narcissistic rat was wasting your time with their incessant chatter. Your patience was a frayed wire, and it was only a matter of time before it snapped.

“You selfish asshole.”

“What?” His eyebrows rose as his interest was piqued. He had never seen you like this. He had been pushing your buttons for weeks, yet somehow, you always managed to keep your cool. He took note of the way your hands tightened around your pencil whenever he said something inappropriate and the sharp retorts that hovered on the edge of your tongue, just begging to come out but you always swallowed them down.

Until now, that is.

Now he was looking at you, an untethered mountain of rage that had been building, layer by layer until it finally cracked.

“I prepare lesson plans and notes and flashcards and spend hours reviewing,” you snapped, voice trembling with fury, “because some of us actually want to be here!”

You let out a sharp breath, trying (but failing) to rein in your frustration. Heads around the library had already started to turn toward the commotion, but you were too blinded by the infuriating, insufferable arrogance that was Lucien Belmont to care.

His smug expression, the lazy way he leaned back in his chair as if none of this mattered, only fuelled the fire in your chest. He was watching you now, amusement flickering in his eyes as if your outburst was nothing more than an entertaining spectacle.

“Are you done?” he asked, lips twitching at the corners, “I still have another hour of your time, you know?”

You toss the notes you tirelessly made onto the desk with a loud thud, highlighters rattling against the surface. He flinches, eyes widening slightly.

“Here. Spend your hour choking on these.”

Turning on your heel, you stormed away, the adrenaline still pumping through you like a raging current. Your hands were trembling with the sheer force of everything you had held back for weeks. You could still feel Lucien’s eyes on you, burning with something unreadable. Maybe surprise. Maybe amusement. Maybe something else entirely.

But you didn’t care. Not anymore.

✎✎✎

A knock on your door later that night pulled you away from your book. You had just settled in, freshly showered, wrapped in your softest hoodie, and snuggled up in your covers. It was your time to relax and the thought of being interrupted had your annoyance already flaring. You sighed, setting your book aside and trudged to the door, ready to snap at whoever dared to disturb your peace.

But when you swung it open, your irritation sharpened into something colder. There he was, the bane of your existence and the object of your frustration, Lucien Belmont.

“I’m busy,” you say flatly.

His gaze flickered over you, and then he smirked. “Nice face mask.”

You huffed, moving to slam the door in his face, but he’s faster. His foot wedged into the doorway, keeping it open.

“Harsh,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “I wanted to apologise.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Lucien Belmont apologising?”

He exhaled, rolling his eyes. “I’m not above it, okay? I am sorry. I pushed you too far, but—”

“No great apology has a but.”

He gave you a look as if contemplating his next move.“Fine. Then let me make it up to you.”

You crossed your arms, waiting, whatever he had to say had to be good.

“You’ve been wound too tight,” he continued, his voice lighter now, almost teasing. “And I think you need to have a good time.”

You raised a sceptical brow. “And you think you’re the person to fix that?”

“I know I am.” His smirk deepened. “So, what do you say? Let me give you one night where you forget about all the stress. No responsibilities. No pressure. Just… fun.”

Your fingers tightened around the doorknob. You shouldn’t even entertain the idea. But the way he was looking at you made you hesitate.

And that hesitation? That’s all he needed.

“Let me undo the stress I caused.”

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You met him outside, shifting your weight awkwardly as he approaches. You don’t usually dress up, your style was more casual and comfortable. But tonight was different and Lucien took notice. His gaze flickered over you for the second time that night and lingered just a second longer than usual. “Look at you. Got all cute for me?”

You rolled your eyes, but your pulse stuttered. “Shut up.”

His smirk widened. “So, where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see.”

You gulped down the lump in your throat, trying to maintain an air of confidence, but it was harder than you expected. Your palms felt slightly clammy and you hoped he didn’t notice the way you kept adjusting your sleeves as if would somehow steady your nerves.

As the car glided down the quiet roads, streetlights casting long shadows through the windshield, a silence settled between you, not uncomfortable just uncommon. You were so used to him flirting with you all the time that this silence had you a little on edge.

After a few minutes, you leaned back in your seat, raising an eyebrow. “Just how far away is this party?”

He glanced at you briefly before focusing back on the road. “Party?”

Your heart started to race, if it wasn’t a party then just where was he taking you?

Before you can start to spiral he parked his car and the sound of music and excited screams reached your ears.

He helped you out of the car and you look around in surprise. This was not the last place you expected to end up but definitely not the first.

“A carnival?”

You blinked as you took in the scene before you. The beautiful flashing lights, the distant laughter of kids, the scent of fried dough and caramel in the air.

“You’re not a fan?” he asked, glancing at you, trying to gauge your reaction.

“No, it’s… I just wasn’t expecting it.” Your voice was softer now, almost hesitant as if still expecting some sort of trick.

“You don’t seem like the party type, so I thought I’d take you here instead.”

“Well… good choice.”

He offered you his hand and you scoffed.

“I’m not holding your hand,” You say as if it couldn’t be more obvious.

“Oh come on, you’re acting like I’m the devil.”

“Well…”

“Give me a chance,” he said gently taking your hand in his and leading you to the ticket booth. You grumbled and a frown was etched on your face as he buys a buttload of tickets for the both of you. You refused to allow him to win you over, it just wasn’t happening.

“How am I supposed to make it up to you if you won’t indulge me just a little?” Lucien asked, pouting dramatically.

You sighed, crossing your arms. “Fine. Start by buying me something.”

His lips curled into a smirk. “Bossy. I like it.”

You shot him a stern look and he raised his free hand in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll stop flirting… for now.”

As you continued walking, your eyes caught on something, a cotton candy stall. Your face lit up before you can stop yourself. Lucien notices immediately and without a word, he steps up to the vendor and hands over a bill. Moments later, he was holding out a fluffy pink cloud to you.

“For you,” he says, grinning.

And maybe it was the cotton candy. Or maybe it was the way he was looking at you. If anyone asked, you definitely would’ve said it was the cotton candy. But for a moment, it felt like something dangerously close to nice.

You munched away at the cotton candy, delighting in how it melts against your tongue. You were lost in your own world and Lucien loved it. Sure he had been intentionally pushing your buttons for months but it wasn’t without reason. He delighted in all your little reactions especially when you think no one is watching. Your eyes landed on the ring toss stall next and before you even think twice, you grabbed Lucien’s wrist and dragged him over with you.

“Go on, pay the man,” you commented as you nudged Lucien, playfully stretching out your arms like you were preparing for the game of your life. He smirked, handing the attendant a ticket, then turned to you and his eyes were sharp, like you’re a puzzle he was trying to figure out.

“You never fail to surprise me,” Lucien said, tilting his head to the side.

“You’ll come to find that I’m not just smart,” you reply confidently as you pick up a ring. “I also happen to be very good at carnival games.”

Lucien watched, amused, as you effortlessly landed ring after ring onto the bottles, racking up an impressive streak.

“Well done,” the attendant said, nodding in approval. “Which one do you want?”

Your eyes scanned the prizes until you spotted the perfect one. It was a giant bunny with a mischievous face like it’s hiding a secret. Definitely Lucien Belmont’s twin.

“That one,” you said, pointing.

Lucien raised an eyebrow at you as the bunny was passed into your waiting arms and you proceeded to struggle to hold it.

“You’re one of a kind, aren’t you?” he said, a mix of admiration and disbelief in his voice.

“Obviously,” you replied and Lucien chuckled.

“Why’d you pick this one?”

You glance at him, then back at the bunny. “It reminds me of you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“He looks like a little shit. In fact, I’m going to call him Lucien after you.”

And the look on Lucien’s face is absolutely delicious, you’d eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner if you could. It’s that very look that fuels you to go on a generational run of carnival game wins, stacking up prizes like a champion.

“Hold Lucien Jr. for me?” you said smugly, as you attempt to sort your myriad of prizes. Lucien made a face and you’d describe it as part amusement, part offense.

“What? Do you prefer Lucien the Second?” you teased, shoving the plush bunny into his arms before he could protest. He huffed but held the stuffed animal anyway, muttering, “This is slander.”

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You guys walked and walked until you arrived at the shooting gallery stall and Lucien’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. You knew it was trouble whenever he made a face like that.

“I’m actually quite good at this one,” he said, rolling up his sleeves.

“Is that so?” You said with a hint of disbelief, you figured his ego had been hurt by you racking up prizes like it was nobody’s business and were more than happy to see him fail. Perhaps thinking it would serve him right for all the stuff he had put you through in just one semester.

“I bet you I can hit all the targets in one try.”

“You’re on. What are we wagering?” you replied, your smile confident, almost bordering on cocky from the way you’re holding yourself, arms crossed, weight shifted just slightly in challenge.

“A kiss.”

“Lucien—” you started, narrowing your eyes.

He leaned in just a fraction, his smirk downright sinful. “C’mon, indulge me.”

Against your better judgment, you did. You thought the chances of him winning were slim, and carnival games were almost always rigged—

Before you can finish your thought he lifts the rifle, taking aim and shooting each target with precision, the sound of the pellets hitting their mark ringing through the air. You bit your lip, watching him with newfound appreciation.

It was kind of… sexy.

When he won, he turned to you, smug as ever and handed you a teddy bear. It was smaller than Lucien Jr. but still adorable.

You took it, feigning nonchalance. “Trying to impress me?”

“Is it working?”

You rolled your eyes but the warmth creeping up your neck screamed yes. You stormed off wordlessly and he followed after you like a puppy on a leash.

“When do I get my kiss?” he drawls, falling into step beside you.

“Later,” you said, keeping your gaze ahead. “Technically, we never agreed it had to happen immediately.”

He chuckled, lowly and his next words sent a delicious shiver down your spine.

“Alright, princess. I’ll wait.”

✎✎✎

After an evening of flitting from stall to stall you had to admit that you had a good time tonight. It wasn’t often that you’d give yourself a break so all of this was a welcome surprise even if it did mean that you were spending your whole night with Lucien Belmont. But then again he had proven to be full of surprises too.

He seemed different tonight and his usual rich frat boy shenanigans were nowhere to be found and he seemed genuinely interested in getting to know you and not just getting in your pants.

You had even seen him go over to help a crying child find their parent, his was voice gentle, and his usual cocky expression had softened. Kind, patient, respectful and good with kids?

Who was this and what had they done with Lucien Belmont?

After finding the missing child’s parent, you ended up in front of the Ferris Wheel. Lucien insisted you go on, and like a moth drawn to a flame, you gave in.

Somewhere along the way, he had successfully chipped away at your defences, his usual arrogance softened into something almost… endearing. Being mad at him in the library felt like a distant memory, blurred by the warmth of the night.

Your eyes drifted to his lips and damn did they look soft, tempting. The thought lingered in your mind, warm and dangerous, as the two of you stepped into the Ferris wheel car.

“Perfect ending to a perfect night, no?” Lucien said, almost reverently, as he gazed out at the view. The lights stretched endlessly below, a sea of colour contrasting against the dark sky.

You couldn’t help but agree as you took in the scene, watching as the crowd below shrunk, the laughter and chatter fading into the wind. Just moments ago, you and Lucien had been running from stall to stall, caught up in playful jokes and stolen glances. Now, high above it all, the world feels quieter, like it was just the two of you.

“Yeah, you actually did show me a good time.”

He moved closer to you, the warmth of his body seeping into the small space between you. The tension in the air was thick, crackling like a storm on the horizon but you didn’t want to pull away. Instead, you found yourself leaning into it, drawn in like a ship sailing straight into the fog, eager to discover what lay beyond.

And you had a feeling it was something sweet.

Your eyes fell back on his lips yet again and this time Lucien notices. His lips form a little smile and it’s the only thing you can see, like your mind has placed a magnifying glass over that one detail, blocking out everything else.

“Can I redeem my kiss now?” he asked, his voice lower, teasing.

“I…” Your breath caught in your throat. “I suppose so. I keep my word.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you waited for his lips to touch yours, anticipation thrumming in your veins. But he took his time, keeping you on the edge, drawing out the moment until your heart was drumming wildly against your ribs like a wild bird battering against its cage, aching to get out.

His hand caressed your cheek, his fingers painted a picture on your skin and your body had become so sensitive to each and every touch; so acutely aware of how close he was to you.

You felt him approach you but at the last second before your lips touched, he dipped out of the way pushing aside the collar of your shirt to reveal your neck. He laid soft kiss after kiss along the curve of your neck, loving the way you gulped for more air. He kept up his efforts his kisses landing on a particularly sensitive spot below your jawline. By this point, you had completely melted, and your body turned to jelly under his touch. Your fingers gripped at the fabric of your jeans, desperate for something to ground you but there’s no use. Lucien had you right where he wants you.

He pulled back and a heat rose in your chest. You found yourself wanting to pull him back, to demand more. You wouldn’t let him leave you like this.

But before you could act on it, he leaned back in, giving you something just as good. His hands found your waist, tugging you closer until there was nothing left between you.

The first brush of his lips against yours was slow as if he was testing you. Then, the kiss deepened, his tongue pushing past your lips, stealing the very breath from your lungs. A shiver ran down your spine and whatever little resolve you had left crumbled as you let yourself fall completely into him.

Then, yet again, he pulled away and the Ferris wheel car began to descend. Fireworks burst in the distance, illuminating the night sky in brilliant flashes of gold and red. But all you can focus on is him, the warmth of his breath still lingering against your lips.

You could tell he didn’t want to stop either, his eyes were dark with the same level of yearning that was eating you alive.

“You really are something special…” he said, his gaze fixed on you and yours on him as the colour of each firework reflected in his eyes.

You didn’t respond, still dazed, still lost in the feeling of him. Your lips were tingling, your breath unsteady and the world felt just a little off-kilter. The man responsible laughed at your expression but he felt the same, he was just better at hiding it.

You arrived back at your dorm, your heart still pounding, your skin still buzzing with the ghost of his touch. The entire ride home had been torture, your body was tense, your mind restless. You couldn’t bear it, being so close to him and not being able to fix the problem he had started. As you fumbled for your keys, his voice broke through the charged silence.

“Good night?” he asked, his tone laced with amusement as if he already knew the answer.

“Surprisingly yes… You did undo the stress you caused me.”

You finally managed to get your door open, your hands unsteady as you pushed it ajar. Lucien waited in the doorway like a vampire lingering at the threshold, waiting to be invited in.

You knew better. You really didn’t need this kind of trouble in your life. But when he was standing there, looking like sin itself, his hair slightly tousled, lips still swollen from the kisses he stole. How could you not be tempted? After all, he had spent the night charming you, teasing you, and kissing you like you’d never been kissed before. How could you possibly resist now?

So, pushing aside your better judgment, you stepped aside and gestured for him to come in.

Lucien didn’t hesitate. He was more than happy to oblige, stepping past you as if he belonged there all along. The door clicked shut behind you, sealing you both in.

Your eyes flicked back to him and of course, he’s smirking. With easy confidence, he tosses Lucien Jr. onto your chair before turning back to you, his gaze with anticipation.

“Lucien, I hope you're ready to put in the work tonight.”

“I told you I’d make it up to you and I still plan to,” his grin then widened as he looked you up and down. “And I’ll have you know I’m a bit of a masochist.”

You snorted, shaking your head as you crossed your arms. “Of course you are.”

He stepped closer as he studied you like he was dying to know what you’d do next.

“So?” he says lowly. “Where do you want me?”

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 2 years ago

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*breaks through the window*

Hi I saw asks are open (if I’m late that’s ok feel free to ignore this). I just thought doing an escape room with heartslabyul would be fun. Headcanons or drabble you can choose whichever you’d rather do :).

In an Escape Room with Heartslabyul!

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, some blurring of platonic and romantic stuff, headcanon format

Word Count; 2 K (... I may have gotten carried away; oops)

Author's Note; Thank you for requesting, Haru! I hope you like the direction I took this in!

Do not feed my works into AI. If you want to read more of my writing please see my masterlist!

Riddle Rosehearts

He heard Cater going on about this ‘totes cool’ (his words, not Riddle’s) escape room that Sam was hosting, and it piqued his interest… more so that you seemed interested.

“If you would like… we can go together?” He offered quietly, looking up from the notes he was rewriting for class, measuring your reaction.

You leaned forward into his personal space, “Wait, really?! I didn’t think you’d want to go.” Plus wasn’t there an Unbirthday party to plan for?

Riddle swallowed the lump in his throat, but took in a breath, offering you a small smile. “Never know if you don’t try… plus you could use my help–”

You gently kicked him under the table, “Rude, but not unwarranted, Riddle. Who knows, there could be a word search involved.” You offered him a playful wink, enjoying that he was slowly turning red.

“Oh hush you,” he huffed. But he was looking forward to the escape room… and possibly being able to showboat his skills a bit if he were being honest with himself.

In the escape room

He is analyzing everything. He’s also taking everything seriously as if this were truly a live or death situation, and not just you two in one of the back rooms of Sam’s shop. “Of course, the key is on the top shelf,” he muttered, grabbing a chair.

You came over, and kept a hand on the chair; the last thing you wanted to happen is Riddle falling. As much as you liked teasing him, you didn’t want him to get hurt.

“How’s the view up there?” Yes, it was a bad attempt at a joke, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Riddle’s eyes were locked on something, and he jumped down, practically running towards the lock. He started dialling the knob, and the next thing you knew, the timer stopped, and the door opened.

He turned to you, offering his hand and a smile, “The view? It proved most helpful… but thank you, this was fun.”

When you took his hand, he gave it a gentle squeeze, and you ignored how red his face was. Today was nice… even if he did most of the work, but you weren’t complaining since he had fun.

Overall; a good partner to have in an escape room, even if he does most of the work (trying to impress you)

. . . . .

Ace Trappola

“I bet I can beat ya at this escape room,” Ace yawned, stretching out on your sofa, looking all too comfortable.

You raised an eyebrow at him, “And what makes you think that, huh? Getting ahead of yourself, don’t cha think?”

Ace straightened himself out and gave you an impish grin. “What are you willing to bet on?” He placed his chin in his hand, thinking, but looking directly at you.

Damn him. “How about I don’t tell Professor Trein about the time you ‘borrowed’ a second year’s exam just so you didn’t have to study?” You mimicked his expression and pose, waiting for an answer.

Ace balked at that, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “Alright, alright, no need to be nasty… but is that a yes or a no?”

“Yeah sure,” you shrugged, “how would you be able to get out–” You couldn’t finish your sentence since he threw a pillow at your face. “Don’t you think that’s childi–” You got hit with another pillow.

In the escape room

He was actually taking this pretty seriously since he didn’t know if you were joking about ratting him out. Wait, what did I bet? He forgot what he wanted to bet on if he won, and he mentally groaned at himself.

“Are ya finding anything of use over there?” You looked away from the bookcase, apparently not finding anything.

Ace looked over his shoulder to you, “What? Are you out of your depth, Sherlock?”

You grumbled, “You didn’t answer my question, Watson.” But you walked over to where Ace was trying to pick a lock. “You think that’s actually going to work? And where did you learn that?”

“I did, find something of use,” Ace murmured, focused on picking the lock. “And yes, it was by the safe. And I learned it from my brother. He said it would ‘impress a sweetheart’.” Ace felt his ears heating up; if his brother was here, he would be looking between you two before giving him a thumbs up.

Finally, the safe opened, and in it, was the code to get out. “You were saying?” He gave you a cocky grin, before punching in the pin and waltzing out.

“Thanks, this was fun,” you offered. But your face turned to annoyance, “UGH! I LOST THE BET!”

Overall; he’s decent at them, a bit of a brag, but his quick thinking will get you out pretty fast.

. . . . .

Deuce Spade

You actually brought the idea up to him while you were both walking to your next class together. “Say,” you bumped into his shoulder, catching his attention, “do you want to do an escape room with me?”

Without thinking, he answered. “Sure!” But he was mentally shaking himself. An escape room? He hadn’t done one of those before… plus wasn’t it like some big puzzle? “But wouldn’t Riddle be a better-”

“Nah, I just want to have fun, plus I wanna spend more time with you,” you answered with a bright grin.

Deuce blinked at your answer but offered you his own bright smile. “Okay then! I’ll give it everything I got!”

You clapped him on the shoulder, laughing a bit at his enthusiasm. “Okay, okay, okay! Excited I see! Meet me at Sam’s after your club practice, m’kay?”

“ALRIGHT!” He shouted, before remembering you were both in the hallway, and lowering his voice, lest he be scolded by Professor Crewel.

In the escape room

Deuce was flipping through the books, trying to find something while you were busy with a puzzle of some kind. Finding nothing, he walked over and started helping you put together some of the pieces.

You looked up, and you saw him bite his lip in concentration; it was quite endearing. “You know,” you break the silence, looking back to the puzzle, “I don’t mind if we don’t get out in time, this is supposed to be for fun.”

Deuce turned his eyes to you, “But it’s an escape room. Isn’t the point of it to escape?”

You looked at him again, and placed your chin in your hand, thinking. “Sure, that may be the main point of it, but also… to bond closer with people. To spend time with those we hold dear or want to improve our relationships with… figure out how their minds work.”

Deuce felt his face warming up, and just hoped that it wasn’t showing. “And you?”

“Me?” You smiled at him, as you put the last piece of the puzzle into place; it had a letter code, the code to get out. “I just wanted an excuse to spend some time with my favourite guy.”

Your favourite guy… Deuce helped you type into the pad, and as you both walked out, he was smiling brightly.

Overall; unsure of what he’s doing, but he’ll try his best to help you.

. . . . .

Trey Clover

You were both at Sam’s shop getting some groceries when you bumped into each other. “Buying out the entire store of its flour, huh?” You jested, looking from all of the flour bags to Trey.

Trey eyed your basket, “And you have enough tuna there to feed Grim for a bit.” But he huffed out a laugh, ignoring the main purpose of his trip, since he didn’t always get a chance to spend time with you.

“Ugh, I wish,” you sighed, eyeing all of the tuna cans that would probably last less than a day, knowing your glutton of a furball. “Hmmm, hey, we should do the escape room,” you offered.

Trey raised a brow, “Right now? Seems a bit odd, doesn’t it?”

You elbowed him, “Eh, common! If you get out before the timer goes off, you apparently get 50% off your purchase! Common Treyyyy.”

He elbowed you back, albeit more gently. “Hm, you drive a hard bargain… are you sure you’re not just Sam in some getup?”

You blew a raspberry at him, “I’ll take that as a yes!”

In the escape room

Trey was carefully looking over the pamphlet that Sam had given him that should have contained clues; should being the key word. It didn’t make a lick of sense to him though.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, and put the pamphlet into his back pocket. “Please tell me you’re having better luck than me–” But he didn’t see you anywhere. “Uh, Prefect? Y/N?”

You popped out from under the table, squinting up at him. “While you were busy reading, I was looking for clues.” And you went back under the table.

“And are you finding anything?” He asked, ducking down and crawling in after you. It was a tight squeeze but he managed to get beside you, joining you in your search.

You bumped your head against him by accident and hissed, “Nothing but dust and gross bubblegum.”

Trey sighed and crawled back out, looking at the clock; ten minutes left and still no idea on how to get out. “You really wanted that 50% off, huh?”

“Well, yeah. Crowley doesn’t exactly give me a living wage, you know.” You grumbled. “But I don’t mind… you’re more fun than Ace gives you credit for.”

Trey raised a brow, but shook his head, giving you a smile and a huff of amusement.

Overall; a good partner who keeps cool in the face of a deadline.

. . . . .

Cater Diamond

He was scrolling through his phone, bored at yet another Unbirthday party (which yet again had nothing but sweets), trying to find something that would actually be fun. That’s when he came across Sam’s Magicam account for his shop.

Huh, an escape room? He looked up from his phone, only to see one of the freshmen arguing with Riddle. Yeahhh, I’ll just go now– And he slipped away during the chaos.

And while he was walking, he saw a familiar face, and his eyes lit up upon seeing you. “Hey, hey!”

You turned around and shot Cater a peace sign. “Hey, hey, Cay-kun!” You matched his energy, finding it sort of infectious. “Surprised to see you out and about.”

Cater chuckled, “Me too, but uhhh… you don’t mind if I tag along with ya?”

You looked at him curiously, and shrugged, “Knock your socks off, I guess.” Your eyes widened though; Ace and Deuce were stuck at Heartslabyul, so you were bummed that you couldn’t go to the escape room… but now that Cater was here?

“Feel like escaping to somewhere else?”

In the escape room

Cater was filming — with your permission of course — during the entire time in the escape room. “Did you find anything?” He asked, looking over your shoulder.

“Nothing really useful,” you grumbled, “did find this coupon for spicy ramen though.” You handed it to Cater and winked theatrically at his camera.

Cater took the coupon and gave you a small smile. “Thanks! Do ya need any help?” He kneeled beside you, looking at the clue you were trying to build; yes, build. Sam really makes you work to get out in time, huh?

You poked him in the side, and Cater poked you back. “Expect nothing less, the man knows how to run a business.” You sighed, “But I guess we’re not getting out in time, sorry Cater.”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” he said quietly. “I had fun, that’s what matters most.”

“But not getting out isn’t very Magicama–”

He shut off his camera, “This? It’s just a reminder of a fun time then… just for us.”

Overall; a fun partner to have, who is relaxed and goes with the flow. And no, he doesn’t post the video… that’s just for you and him.

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rmd-writes · 1 year ago

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One of our collective favourite things about Alex and Henry is the way that they not only love each other, but have fun with each other in so many different ways – whether that’s as friends with benefits, best friends, boyfriends or husbands – in and out of the bedroom. And so, in honour of their birthdays, we decided that it would be fun to collaborate to put together this series of snapshots celebrating the versatility of their sex lives over the years and some of the many different ways they have fun with, and celebrate, each other.

never the same twice

A Firstprince birthday celebration collaboration by @everwitch-magiks @three-drink-amy @rmd-writes @indomitable-love @welcometololaland @athousandrooms bleedingballroomfloor, ifigo & chasingshadow (with the very essential and much appreciated support of @fuckingyrs @dustratcentral @clottedcreamfudge)

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The thing about sex with Henry is, it’s never the same twice. Sometimes he moves easily, caught up in the rush, and other times he’s tense and taut and wants Alex to work him loose and take him apart. Sometimes nothing gets him off faster than being talked back to, but other times they both want him to use every inch of authority in his blood, not to let Alex get there until he’s told, until he begs.

It’s unpredictable and it’s intoxicating and it’s fun, because Alex has never met a challenge he didn’t love, and he— well, Henry is a challenge, head to toe, beginning to end.

Or: series of snapshots of Alex and Henry’s versatile sex life throughout the years – because the more life changes, the more some things stay the same.

Chapter 1 by @everwitch-magiks

Chapter 2 by bleedingballroomfloor

Chapter 3 by @rmd-writes aka me

Chapter 4 by @three-drink-amy

Chapter 5 by ifigo & chasingshadow

Chapter 6 by @athousandrooms

Chapter 7 by @indomitable-love

Chapter 8 by @welcometololaland

“I’m overthinking it, aren’t I?” Alex asks, mumbling the question into Henry’s shoulder. “You’ve never liked blowjobs next to dumpsters.”

“I don’t recall ever verbalising that particular preference,” Henry replies, trying very hard not to laugh. “But you’re right.”

“Is it the rats?”

“I think it’s the general aesthetic.”

“I think dumpsters have a certain je ne sais quoi.”

Henry snorts. “Do you really?”

“Promise me something,” Alex asks, stepping back and offering his hand for Henry to take. Threading their fingers together obediently, Henry looks up and tries not to feel a certain type of way about how good his husband looks, even when he’s framed by a dingy alleyway.

“Anything, love.”

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#rwrb fic #firstprince fic #rwrb #red white & royal blue #firstprince #red white & royal blue fic #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #never the same twice #rmd writes: rwrb

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everlasting-rainfall · 1 year ago

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hi idk if anyone already asked about this I was wondering what are your thoughts on yandere poly Sanji and Luffy ?

Hello, hello, hello! Nah, I believe that you’re the first one to ask about the two of them together which is by no means a bad thing as I’m really happy that you did, dear!

Honestly I love the idea of Luffy and Sanji together as I’m a big LuSan shipper like I even have a fankid for them but at the same time, I love polyamourous straw hats (minus Chopper as he’s a baby) in general but we’ll save the polyamourous straw hats for another day when I feel more confident about writing them all together

For now! We’ll focus on Yandere Sanji and Yandere Luffy together in a nice happy polyamourous relationship with you!

Let’s get into it, shall we?

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Kidnapping, Violence, Isolation, Forced Touches, Bathing with a Yandere, SPOILERS FOR WANO, Jealousy, Forced Intimacy

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

So honestly, the two of them together is bound to more than likely be quite chaotic no matter what kind of scenario you might be in like no matter the AU or if there even Yandere’s to be honest

You have Luffy’s chaotic nature that was probably the entire reason that you were snatched up so quickly and taken to the Thousand Sunny to be part of his crew

And then you have Sanji whose an all around gentlemen who was more than likely trying to subtly coerce you into joining the crew before Luffy just snatched you up like it was nobodies business and made you join

Honestly I don’t think that you’re ever going to get any quiet alone time with the two of them as if Sanji isn’t fawning over you and doing anything to make your life just the slightest bit more comfortable then Luffy is there wanting to play a game with you or do something fun in general

You’re never really able to have any quiet alone time and if you somehow manage to find a good hiding spot then it’s not going to last long as they both will be metaphorically ripping apart the ship looking for you until they either find you or a crew mate rats you out

When this happens, you’ll have Luffy’s arms wrapped you multiple times in a hug as he gleefully shouts “Found you!” while Sanji hangs off of you crying asking what he did wrong for you to run away from them like this

If you truly need some alone time though then you could ask Sanji for it, he’ll keep Luffy away from you the best that he can while you take a deep breath and try to enjoy some alone time but don’t expect much as Sanji will constantly be poking his head in to check on you and ask if you need absolutely anything

You can shout at him to leave you alone buh now Sanji looks heartbroken and Luffy is upset with you for making your other partner cry so now you get no alone time and you’re in trouble

In all honesty when it comes to punishing you for being bad then I can honestly imagine that Sanji is much more gentle with what he does like this man can barely bring himself to scold you

While Luffy on the other hand is more willing to punish you like if you’ve done something wrong like attempt to spike the crew’s food with something to give you a better chance at escape from them or made Sanji cry then that’s when he’ll punish you

He will shout at you for doing that and in all honesty, I feel like Luffy despite not being the smartest guy could make you feel absolutely awful for what you did

And if you continue to do stuff like this then I can’t say that you’re not going to wind up in some serious trouble like I’m talking physical punishment

Sanji would never allow Luffy to hurt you in any shape or form so don’t worry but what makes these punishments physical is that it’s basically being locked up in your shared room with them. No interaction with anyone but them

And if you don’t trying to escape after that then say hello to a chain that will keep you bound to their bed until you either have spent enough time in your punishment according to Sanji or until you have shown a genuine change in your behavior

You could try to trick them but I don’t see that going well for you as even if they fall for it, there’s always the chance that once you’re let out. Another member of the crew will point out that nothing has changed and boom!

Right back to punishment…

Also as well I can see like how they met you was probably through typical straw hat stuff like they arrive on an island, they find out there’s a problem typically consisting of corrupt marines or bad pirates then they wind up helping

Maybe like you were someone that the enemy took and is keeping like “Well aren’t you a pretty thing?” or “If anyone tries to fight us then this person is dead!!”

And the person who got them to help was like your friend or something, they showed Sanji and Luffy a picture of you and you know those moments where it’s like love at first sight? That’s what happens for Sanji at least while Luffy does feel drawn to you

After everything is said and done, that’s when they spend some time on the island just chilling and maybe partying too with the islanders as “Woo hoo!! The enemy is gone!! Yay!!” and all that

And it’s during this time is when they’d get closer to you, they’d spend time with you during the party like you’d laugh when Sanji kicks Luffy for stealing your food and when Luffy steals you away from his partner by grabbing you and zipping off

Both are clearly trying to spend as much time as they possibly can with you like it’s so obvious that it isn’t even funny but you don’t pay it any mind other than that you were just a hostage that they had to save and protect so they’re probably just trying to make sure you’re okay

You are correct on that part but you’re missing a few details like them wanting to keep you for themselves and take you on a high seas adventure with them to find the One Piece

If you don’t have any skills then that’s fine by them as Sanji won’t mind a little help in the kitchen now and again especially if it means that he gets to spend more time with you although he is just about doing everything for you

And besides Luffy could always do with another member of Pirate Royalty

So when they leave, that’s when Sanji tries to be all gentlemanly with you and offer you to join the Straw Hats like straight up trying to offer you his arm so you can come with them

If that doesn’t work and you say no then he’ll try to insist but trust me if Luffy gets impatient about you joining then that’s when he’ll swoop in and lift you over his shoulder to rush off

Probably while laughing too

Sanji is honestly the kind of Yandere as well to attempt to win your affections as he sees how you don’t accept his invitations for affection

So this man will definitely try and win you over in whatever way that he can like he is making all of your favorite foods and doing his absolute best to be as romantic as possible with you

Little loving gestures and things like that like he straight up memorizes your schedule to get everything ready for you before you need it like you’ll be heading to get cleaned up and he’ll already be there having drawn a bath

Probably offering to wash your back for you too

If you didn’t know any better then you would say that he wasn’t a Yandere but it’s hard to forget when on the occasion that he takes you off the ship with him, he tries and more than likely succeeds at cracking the skull of any man who speaks to you

If you didn’t hold him back or distract him then he might even take the life of any man who stares at you too long…

Luffy on the other hand probably acts like he already has your affection and love whole heartedly like he doesn’t even seem to realize that you’re fighting him whenever he wraps you up in a hug or tries to plant a messy kiss on the side of your face

He is wholeheartedly convinced that you love him and Sanji just like how they love you, you just don’t show it

Don’t get him wrong though as if you do try to leave them then he’s absolutely not okay with that, he’s still convinced that you love them but you need to be reminded to not leave them and you just need a reminder of where you belong which leads to the punishments

I don’t think Luffy would get too jealous if someone talked to you but he would try to butt into a conversation like throwing his arm around your shoulders in a seemingly playful manner or moving himself to be as in between you and your conversation partner

He will look so offended as well if you move him or remove his arm from you… He’ll also just put his arm right back around you or go right back to where he was

As for intimacy?

God, I wish you luck trying to take the both of them at once as they’re both incredibly strong Pirate men… Sanji won’t be too rough until he really starts getting into it but Luffy is rough enough to compensate

Aftercare is a thing, Sanji’s aftercare is definitely more traditional with cuddles and soft kisses. Probably a bath too but Luffy’s aftercare typically involves getting something good to eat

As for Intimacy in Gear 5? Imagine a giant sun god man with cartoon physics mashing two dolls together to make them have sex… That’s probably what some of it would be like

Other times though, I can imagine that Luffy has you on your knees next to Sanji who’s also on his knees and just licking Luffy’s cock looking totally peaceful with it too

Meanwhile you’re definitely not into this as these are your captors but if push comes to shove and Luffy notices that he isn’t getting as much love from you as he is Sanji

Then he might just shrink his cock down to manageable size and shove it down your throat with a “Stop ignoring me!”

#the rain talks back #yandere #yandere one piece #reader insert #read the trigger warnings #minors dni #yandere male #yandere sanji #yandere monkey d. luffy #i did my best

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decayleside-blog · 3 months ago

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for your rdr2 ask game ;)

9. high honour or low honour? (and i’m curious as to why, too!)

12. funniest or dumbest way you’ve died?

lol, didn't see your message until now. Sorry about that. Anyway—

9. Low Honor

The reason is that, while high honor fits Arthur, it feels unrealistic to me—for many reasons. It romanticizes him too much, almost making him seem like a hippie at times. Aside from Micah and Dutch, the rest of the gang isn’t inherently bad. For most of them, the gang is all they’ve ever known (John and others grew up in it). So, even though they’re adults, we can’t entirely fault them.

Micah is my favorite (alongside John) because he’s the most realistic bastard of the bunch. He’s hated Arthur from the very start, and it’s no secret. There’s also this camp event where Javier punches Micah, and the rat responds with a weak retort: “I like the way you dress… all feminine.” Arthur just laughs, and Micah immediately follows up with, “I’ll wipe that smile off your face one day. Believe me.” That’s THE foreshadowing for Arthur’s low honor death! Micah would absolutely make sure Arthur dies by his hands—unlike in high honor, where he just... walks away!? It makes no sense!

Micah is opportunistic and cunning. He waits until he knows he’ll win, with Dutch backing him and the Pinkertons closing in. By then, it’s too late.

I also prefer Arthur’s personality in the low honor route. Before the final missions, he writes in his journal: “I am not afraid.” Meanwhile, in high honor, he tells Sister Calderón the opposite (that scene almost made me cry, which is rare for me!). The low honor dreams (or nightmares) also hit harder. The coyote, instead of the buck, is menacing and eerie—it’s also a warning.

But... who does the coyote represent? Arthur? Or perhaps Micah? I’ve seen some say it symbolizes Micah, which would make sense, considering there’s another dream sequence where the coyote is feasting on a dead buck. If high honor is canon, then maybe the coyote is Micah. But who knows? The fact that the coyote can be interpreted in different ways makes it even better than the buck for me.

BTW

Low honor Arthur accepts his fate. He doesn’t change—it’s too late for that. He helps some people at the end, but when a woman tells him, “You’re a good man,” he scoffs, knowing one act of kindness won’t redeem a lifetime of bloodshed.

Arthur goes down bravely instead of being afraid. Now there’s only one thing left to do: kill Micah, kill Dutch, end this once and for all. Save those who can still be saved, but Arthur himself? He stays damned until the very end.

Saving John and his family is the last thing he does before he dies.

Then we see the coyote one last time, disappearing into a cave—which, again, many believe symbolizes Arthur’s descent into hell.

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And that’s my long (ass) essay on why I love Low Honor Arthur :D

Also, fun fact : Both RDR2 and RDR1 have strong religious imagery. The Strange Man may be the Devil (or Death itself), but one thing is certain—he tests people… by their honor.

In RDR1, he tested John through side quests that were directly tied to his honor. But he was also testing Arthur the whole time. In fact, the Strange Man's shack changes depending on whether you have high or low honor. And if he really is the Devil, well... low honor enjoyers are definitely taking a trip to hell~

12. Dumbest way I died?

The legendary alligator...

I was watching it through my rifle scope, thinking I was at a safe distance. Getting closer... closer...

CLOSER...

Headshots after headshots, but the damn thing wouldn’t die. I figured I still had room, so I lowered my rifle—

And it was right there! Just a few steps away from me!

I turned and ran, but my horse noped out and left me on the spot. I got mauled, and it looked like something out of Looney Tunes :T

#ask game #rdr2 community #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 1 #rdr1 #red dead redemption community #strange man #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #micah bell #personal #asks

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mothhball · 4 months ago

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hello and congratulations precious barkeep!!! u-u please may I have a masterfully mixed vodka with coffee and some tomato and pineapple juice? i’m gonna serve it to Arkham Jonathan, because he might be the only one who can stomach this mad concoction lol 💚💚💚

Arkhamverse!Scarecrow x Reader

summary short fic + dark/dead dove + blood play + getting revenge

warnings hey uhm so this might be fucked, reader gets injured, blood (ofc), non-con drugging, non-con body modification, non-con blood drinking, non-con cutting, reader basically goes THROUGH IT

DEAD DOVE !!!!

notes tee hee I was kicking my feet while writing!!! first time playing with him and idk if my brain worms coordinated to get him right, BUT I had fun. thank you so much for ordering a drink <3 Slàinte Mhath!

! MINORS DNI !

event masterlist • main masterlist • taglist • kofi word count: 624

You lost count. Lost count of the hours, the tears, the wasted attempts to plead and beg your way out of this. Knowing Crane, this was to be expected. Once he set his mind to something, he made sure to see it through. With every dreadful, pain inflicting caress, he made sure to see it through.

“Attachment is a dreadful thing, isn’t it.” A statement, not a question. He didn’t expect you to answer, anyway. “So, you can imagine how displeased I am with this entire situation.”

The Scarecrow heaved out a raspy sigh as he stopped his pacing, and he returned to the examination table to once again check the restraints around your wrists. Your eye twitched as his thumb rubbed over the raw skin, irritating the results of your struggles. You weren’t sure what to say. Apologies, bargaining and other nonsense obviously hadn’t worked in the slightest. And at this point, your tongue felt too heavy, and your brain was fuzzed over by the numerous relaxants he had pumped into your bloodstream.

Crane leaned over you, and his image blurred and cleared in tandem with the pulse pounding in your throat.

“I suppose I am to blame as well. I shouldn’t have expected loyalty in Gotham. Not even from you.”

Stepping around to stand over your head, he brushed a sweaty strand of hair out of your face. The touch was almost tender.

Almost.

If it weren’t for the blood he spread over your skin in the process.

Your blood.

“Of all people,” he hummed, leaning down to get a better look at your face. “Ratting me out. Running like frightened vermin to run your mouth to the first fool who’d listen.”

His eyes narrowed, and a feeling of shame joined the nausea in your stomach.

“Was this your worst-case scenario if things went wrong like they did? Tell me, did you think I would kill you and call it a day?”

Your lips parted, but the words died on your tongue.

“Your work is brilliant. But you are so frustratingly stupid,” he hissed, moving next to your side again, and reaching for the scalpel. A familiar acquaintance at this point. One that has been a trusted instrument for the past hours.

You could always tell the moment that it cut. Even with a paper cut, the fleeting moment of cold pain was a telltale sign that something was split. Skin and flesh and fat. Tissue separated, layers revealed.

With a steady hand, Crane guided the blade from your sternum up to your collarbone. Enough for skin to open up, enough for your breath to hitch as the warm blood ran over your cold flesh and pooled in the hollow of your throat. Fortunately, not enough to eviscerate you like a frog on the dissecting table. Just right to hurt and mangle and teach.

“You know why I couldn’t be lenient. This has to be a learning moment,” he murmured, already bending over to lap the blood off your skin while his spindly hands spread over your body. His breath quickened with every drag of his tongue over the wound, and you could feel the tremble in his fingers as they dug into your plush frame.

Finally, he straightened up again, reigning himself in with much difficulty. With his teeth and mouth stained sanguine, he undid your leather restraints, freeing you from the metal table before he guided you into a sitting position. The world spun for a moment as Crane put your arm around his shoulders to steady you.

But the drop in your stomach wasn’t just from disorientation.

Your body felt lighter. Incomplete.

“Don’t fret. You’re still useful, after all. But you won’t need your legs to work, will you?”

#scarecrow x reader #arkham knight scarecrow #jonathan crane x reader #.moth writes #mothh500 #the scarecrow x reader

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berryhobii · 1 year ago

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Late for Work couple has become my #1 comfort couple and i always come back a read their stories cuz they're just so in love and passionate abt each other and OC/reader is so me coded. ur writing literally makes me weak in the knees i get so emoooo 😭😭💜 can i request a New Years (resolution) drabble with them? either OC or JK wants to work out more or tweak their habits at the gym for New years and i wonder if you could incorporate THIS REEL somewhere cuz i thought this was so them?!!? fluff or smutty smut smut!!! ty ty ty 💜💜

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C1BLk1PIu-j/?igsh=MWZ0YWRtcnd4Zndwaw==

even tho i feel like both of them are the type to NOT wait for the "New Year" just to get started on their goals i thought it would be cute!!!

Hi! Wow, I’m so happy you love that couple! I try my best to make them as lovey dovey as possible. Thanks so much for your request as well! I pondered a few ideas but then landed on this one! Also, that reel is so adorable and overprotective Jungkook is equally as adorable. Enjoy and please tell me what you think!

Super cute gym bag? Check. FitBit to monitor your heart rate? Check. Your ONE Stanley cup because you didn’t need a thousand? Check.

Alright. You were ready to hit the gym.

Truthfully, neither you or Jungkook were the types to do resolutions. Both of your perfectionist and ambitious ways made it so if either of you wanted to do something, you’d do it. And you’d do it to the best of your ability.

You started working out a little bit during December, enjoying early morning jogs before work in the crisp air to get you pumped for the day. However, you haven’t really dedicated yourself to a complete workout regimen.

That’s where your husband came in.

He didn’t make resolutions either but he did want to start spending more time with you and the gym was a great place to start. So you suggested you two start working out together and he could have broken something from how fast he catapulted himself over the couch when you brought it up.

Since your husband was a certified gym rat, he was very excited about your interest in working out. It was no secret that he was obsessed with going to the gym; he always dedicated at least 2 hours a day to pumping iron and if he couldn’t go to the gym, he’d go jogging or do some exercise at home. He was dedicated to keeping his body fit and healthy, mostly for himself but also for you. He knew how much you loved his body and it definitely stroked his ego to see how you drooled over him.

While Jungkook drooled over you regardless, you still wanted to work out and maybe even spend some extra time with Jungkook. A couple’s workout sounded like a lot of fun to you, honestly.

“Ready to go, baby?” Jungkook asked once he entered the living room where you were tying up your braids into a ponytail.

You smiled at him, nodding your head. “Yup! How do I look?” You gave him a little twirl, showing off your new leggings and the matching jacket.

Of course, his eyes went straight to your ass which looked extra plump in those pants. A part of him didn’t even want to leave the house, contemplating just bending you over and fucking you against the wall.

You looked so excited to go though and he didn’t want to rain on your parade. Pushing down his desire, he flashed you a smile.

“You look adorable.”

“Thank you. Now let’s go! I’m totally going to bench more than you.” You teased as you two walked out of your apartment.

He bellowed a laugh. “Yeah right. You get winded walking up the stairs.”

Pouting your lip, you playfully pushed him. “That was only because my legs were tired from riding you.”

His lip piercing sparkled as he flashed you a wolfish grin, one that sent shivers down your spine. You seriously thought about getting in a quickie in before leaving.

“Guess we’ll have to work on your stamina then.”

“Oh yeah? I’ll show you my stamina when we get back home.” You childishly fired back sticking your tongue out at him.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

When was leg day again?

The drive to the gym was quick and checking in was even quicker. After putting your things away in a locker, you and Jungkook found an empty space to start stretching in.

“Let’s start with toe touches.” Jungkook instructed with a clap of his hands.

“Okay!” Inhaling a deep breath, you bent over to touch your toes. Easy enough. Then you felt a hand on your back, urging you to straighten it a bit.

“Don’t hold your breath.” He said, his warm palm sneaking up the back of your jacket. Heat spread across your body. Damn fat ma! Not right now!

After enough of that, you two moved into more stretches: arm circles, lunges, jumping jacks and a few more. Jungkook stretched alongside you, only stopping to guide you through whenever he saw your form was off.

Overall, exercising with Jungkook was a bunch of fun. He was an attentive workout partner, reminding you to stay hydrated and motivating you whenever you wanted to give up. Not to mention, watching him get all sweaty was a bonus. He had abandoned his hoodie a while ago, leaving him in a tank top that showed off those muscular arms and bulging pecs.

You were gonna swallow his cock like a python when you got home.

For now though, you were focused on getting in some good squats while Jungkook moved just a few feet away to go fill his water bottle back up. He made sure you remained in his eyesight at all times, heart warming at the sight of you being so focused. He was so happy you had come with him to participate in one of his favorite interest. It really showed him how invested you were in his life and his hobbies. He hoped this could continue and you two would spend even more time together.

Also, your ass looked fine as hell in those leggings. It jiggled everytime you came back up and it made him want to rip those pants right off you.

Oh yeah, you were definitely coming to the gym with him more often.

Just as he finished filling his water, he turned around to start his walk back to you, only to pause when his eyes caught something.

A man was coming from the other side of the room, walking straight towards you, his eyes focused clearly on your ass as you bent forward.

Jungkook knew you were gorgeous which meant people often tried to approach you. His overprotective nature never allowed people to get too close, however. You could handle yourself and he knew that, he trusted you completely and never doubted your loyalty to him.

That didn’t mean he trusted others though.

Quickly walking towards you, his feet taking long strides to get to you faster, he stopped at your side just as you were coming back up from a squat. Jungkook immediately wrapped his arm around you, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips. Never one to turn down a kiss, you reciprocated, laying a few more on his lips for good measure.

His eyes locked with the man who was approaching you, brow furrowing and eyes sending a message that said:

Try it if you want to

The man’s eyes widened, turning back around on the heels of his feet to scamper off somewhere else.

Ever so unsuspecting, you turned around to see what your husband was looking at, only to find nothing. You placed your weight down, removing the AirPod from your ear to ask him what was wrong.

He just squinted his eyes before finally looking at you, sending you his sweetest smile.

“Nothing baby. Let’s just finish up so we can go home.”

And because you trusted him so much, you just shrugged and nodded. “Okay. Let me do this final rep and then we can go.”

“Sure. Let me help you.”

Getting behind you, he ‘guided’ you through the squats. Although you didn’t really need the help, the feeling of his boner pressing into your ass was telling enough.

“I wouldn’t call this helping, coach.” You smirked, making sure to rub your ass harder against him when you went down.

“I would. 5 more.”

“J-Jungkook!” You moaned, your hands slipping off the wall where you were bracing yourself as Jungkook pounded into you from behind.

He barely let you cool down from your workout before he was forcing you into the gym showers, pushing you into one of the spaces and turning on the water. It was obvious you didn’t come in here to wash yourselves, judging by how quick he was on his knees and attaching his greedy mouth to your clit. Both legs thrown over his shoulders and your back pushed against the cold wall, he devoured your cunt like it was the last time he’d ever taste it.

Since it was so late at night, the gym was practically empty which meant no one was there to disturb you. Then again, it was only 35 minutes until closing so you didn’t have a lot of time before an employee came to check for any stragglers.

But that was all the time Jungkook needed.

Hands digging into the juiciness of your ass, he forced you back and forth on his cock, the tip hitting you so deep that you were sure he was rearranging your guts.

Your knees shook from the force, still a little weak from the orgasm he just ripped out of you from eating you out. Now another one was steadily building, ready to spill over like a full glass.

He couldn’t take his eyes off the recoil on your ass. He didn’t know if immediate results from squats was a thing(you sure acted like it was) but for some reason, your ass looked even better as it clapped against his pelvis.

“Fuck baby. This ass….” He groaned, swiftly bringing his hand down on it. The water caused it to sting even more but you loved it.

“Make me cum, Kookie.” You whined and who was he to deny?

His hips continued his rough pace, hands molding and squeezing at your ass as if it was a block of clay. As his head rolled to the side in pleasure, his eyes saw something, a mischievous grin that you couldn’t see spreading across his face.

Grabbing your body wash, he flipped open the cap. You were so lost in the sauce that you didn’t even hear it, too focused on the feeling of his cock jabbing into your soft spot.

Then you felt the cold gel hit your skin, a squeak of shock coming from you. You tried to turn your head to see what Jungkook was doing, only to drop it when he readjusted himself to start hitting your spot repeatedly.

“Ooooo…fuck!”

Jungkook’s wet hands rubbed the soap all around, lathering it up all across your ass until the brown of your skin was covered in soapy bubbles. “Throw it back, baby.”

Using your arms as leverage, you tossed your ass back on him as hard as you could, the clapping noises drowning out the pounding water against the tile. It was too hot and hard to breathe but neither of you cared enough to stop, those delicious highs just over the hill. Your legs burned from your workout and you knew you’d be properly sore tomorrow but the feeling of Jungkook’s cock was just too good. You’d pop some IcyHot patches on later.

“I’m bout to cum, baby.” You cried, reaching a hand back to grip one of your soapy ass cheeks. Jungkook’s hot gaze followed the bubbles as they dripped down the crack and around his cock.

He was about to cum. Hard.

Reaching out to grab your shoulder, other hand still on your ass, he drove his cock into you so fast that the seat of your ass actually hurt from how hard his pelvic bones were hitting it.

Your orgasm hit before his, your mouth dropping open in a drawn out moan as fervid pleasure rushed down your back. Jungkook still didn’t stop as you came, a second orgasm hitting you right after the first. Your knees buckled inward from the pure force but Jungkook kept you balanced, thrusting a few more times before he reached his own peak.

“Ahhh….” He groaned, filling you to the hilt as his creamy cum painted thick ropes inside you.

After regaining your breaths, Jungkook helped you stand on your weak knees. You turned around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck to place a smooch on his lips.

“My legs hurt.” You sighed.

“Told you you have bad stamina. Ow! That hurt!” He cried, rubbing the spot where you pinched him.

“Don’t push it, Jeon. Now let’s go home so I can rest my legs.”

“But I thought you said you’d show me your stamina when we got- ow!”

#askberryhobii #bts #bts x black reader #bts smut #jungkook smut

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Chronicle of Emotions (Fluff)

FastForward!Raphael x reader

Gif credit: isitdonproof

A/N: This would very much create a paradox in space and time, but fuck it. Let have some fun!❤️ Also, I know that BTTS aired in 2008, but April mentions that they have been gone for around a year, so I’ve set their return to their own timeline in 2007.

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Being punished with cleaning off Cody’s collection after an incident with Mikey, Raphael stumbles upon your diary from the past.

Warnings: Other than invasion of privacy, one that I can think of❤️

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Raphael grumbled and cursed to himself as he dusted off the boxes around him, mumbling about how much he hated the future. He couldn’t believe he was the one that had to take the fall for this! It was Mikey that started it! Continuously poking that Helix game into his face, until Raph finally jumped on him to give him a beating. But Master Splinter wasn't having it, especially not in Cody’s penthouse. So Raph was the one that got punished with cleaning Cody’s collection.

Raphael wandered through Cody's collection of artifacts, recognizing quite a few of them. A samurai suit, some utrom technology and things from their lair. Some of them were more dusty than others, like the many books that once stood in Leonardo’s bedroom. Understandable. He didn’t even read them now in the future. But as he browsed through the items and boxes, one particular object caught his attention - a small, worn notebook. Raph frowned. He had never seen this before. Was it one of Donnie’s notebooks? Or one of his future ones? Raph did not know, so he opened it and looked at the first page.

Property of (Y/N) (L/N).

Raphael's heart skipped a beat. (Y/N). The name resonated with a sense of familiarity and warmth. You. One of his best friends left back home in 2006. Officially his best friend, yet he had dreamed of you to be so much more to him. He admitted it to himself long ago - he loved you. And to be standing there, 99 years in the future with your diary in his hand, he could not help but feel a slight pain in his heart. He missed you.

But to say that Raphael didn’t find himself curious about what the diary in his hand held, would be a lie. So with a mix of curiosity and trepidation, Raphael delved into the diary, turning to the first page.

19th of July, 2003. Dear diary You wouldn’t believe what just happened to me today. I’ve met four turtles! Four MUTANT turtles! Talking, walking on two feet, carrying weapons and doing ninja things! And get this, they are my age! How sick is that?! I know, I know, it’s hard to believe. Even I feared I had lost my mind for a moment, but they are as real as the page I’m writing on. And they are nice. They are sweet and funny and I hope I can see them again soon!

Raph felt a smile spread on his lips, remembering the day he and his brothers first met you. It had been a Friday night when you came to surprise your cousin April, not knowing she already had four mutant turtles and their rat father staying in her living room, using it as a hideout for a short time. Raph and his brothers would have stayed hidden away from you in April’s closet, had a bug not been crawling on Raph’s arm, causing him to burst through the door and directly into your face.

Raph felt his face get hot when he remembered that you actually caught the bug, and managed to calm him down, even though you were still shocked by the sudden surprise of a humanoid turtle in your cousin’s home. And that had been the starting point for Raphael’s growing feelings for you.

Raph flipped through the pages, skimming at the words, feeling curiosity growing. There were entries about battles fought and victories celebrated, about friendships forged and broken. Names he knew and names he had never heard of before. Someone from school or work mentioned once, just to never be mentioned again. Raphael's eyes widened as he read about your reflections on their encounters, realizing that his presence had left an impact on you just as you had on him. Raphael's cheeks warmed, and he couldn't deny the fluttering in his chest. You were not just a friend; you were someone he had held close in his heart, even if it was a secret he had kept buried beneath his tough skin. And even though it was wrong of him to be reading the words of your thoughts, he just couldn’t help himself.

In the quiet solitude of Cody's futuristic lair, Raphael found himself drawn not only to your words in your diary but to the feeling of being around you once more. He couldn't deny the impact your diary’s presents had on him, awakening emotions he had long kept guarded. Raph knew he would see you again one day, but he could not stop himself from missing you.

“How is the cleaning going, Raphael?”

Splinter’s voice from the doorway made Raph jump. Even with his graduation to Chunin coming up, Raph’s skills could not match his Master’s sneaking skills… especially not when he stood with his beak deep in your diary.

“Great, Master Splinter!”, Raph said, hiding your diary on the back of his shell. “Absolutely great!”

Splinter was quick to notice the way his son was standing. His smile on his face, along with the way his arms was bent to the back of his shell. Having been the one raising Raphael and his brothers for the past 18 years, Splinter knew way too well how it looked when they tried to keep something from him. But knowing Raph’s hatred for the future, Splinter found it somewhat comforting that his son had found something he wished to keep hidden. To keep for himself. Maybe it was enough to make him more comfortable with their current situation.

“That sounds good”, Splinter said, taking in the somewhat cleaner state of Cody’s collection. There was only so much you could do with an almost hundred years old collection and an angry turtle. “I believe you’ve been punished enough for today, Raphael”.

Raph breathed a sigh of relief. After his father’s reaction to he and his brothers finding April and Casey's old journal, he feared what he would say, had he known about your diary in his hands. He thanked his Master before waiting for him to leave, so he could run to his room all while keeping the old worn book in his hand a secret.

Once Raph was sure he was alone and that none of his brothers would burst through the door, Raph turned to open your diary once more. With a page open he turned to look at the date.

29th of July 2006

Raph almost slammed your diary shut again. His hands trembled a bit. That was the day he and his brothers traveled to the future. The day they left you, April and Casey in the past, reminding him just how much he hated the future. Yet Raph did not leave your diary.

Raph’s heart broke a bit when he read your words. A whole year you were left in confusion before any of them returned home. You, Casey and April looked everywhere for them. Every place you had known for them to call home. You had searched in Casey’s farmhouse and Leatherhead’s lair. April had even traveled to Japan to ask the Ancient One, while Casey searched out of state, all while you stayed back, just in case they got home. A whole year, and nothing. April and Casey came home empty handed. No one knew where the turtle brothers and their father were.

Raphael continued flipping through the worn pages of your diary, his eyes scanning the entries searching for something he did not know how to describe. As he turned a page, he halted.

13th of September 2007

Raph knew he shouldn’t read it. Donnie has already told him and his brothers the dangers of meddling with their timelines, and how just being in the year 2105 could already have made unknown changes to their own future. But did Raph care about that? No. He already hated the future as it was, so making it worse would feel any different to him.

It happened! They are home! The boys are home! So much happened, and I don’t know where to start, but the most important part is that the boys are home and safe. April and Casey texted me and told me they had found them in the lair. And it was true! They were all there! Leo, Mikey, Donnie, Splinter and Raph. Speaking of Raph, it happened. It fucking happened. Finally it fucking happened!

Raph narrowed his eyes in confusion. What happened? Or… what will happen? - The fucking future thing was going to fry his brain one day.

Raphael kissed me!

Raphael's eyes widened as he absorbed the words on the page. The realization hit him like a tidal wave. He kissed you. He would kiss you! At some time in the future… or in the past… fuck that shit! He kissed you!

He did not say hey nor let his brothers say anything. He just walked straight over to me and kissed me! Just like that! In front of everyone! I will not lie and tell you that I didn’t want it, because in actuality, I did. I really wanted it, probably for way longer than I originally thought. I do really like Raphael, and it’s safe to say that he likes me as well.

His heart thudded in his chest as he read your words. You liked him? Just like he liked you? His hands shook as he tried to calm his breath. It was like an adrenaline bomb had hit him, making his heart raise even further.

Raph was tempted to read further. Turn to the next page and learn what would happen next. What words you would exchange and what actions the two of you would take. But just as he was about to turn the page, he decided against it. He already knew too much. Or maybe just enough. He now knew it was safe to kiss you when he turned home, and that you wouldn’t push him away nor fight against it. Learning more than that would take the excitement out of everything the two of you would do together.

Closing the diary with a mixture of awe and anticipation, Raphael couldn't help but smile. The knowledge that you harbored feelings for him, even if it was in a moment he had not yet experienced himself, filled him with warmth. And as he snuck out of his room to return your diary to Cody’s collection, he hoped that none of his brothers would notice him nor the little skip in his step.

Maybe the future wasn’t as bad as he had made it out to be.

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