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nofingjustaninchident · 7 months ago

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content: percy jackson x hephaestus!reader, platonic!leo valdez x fem!reader

warnings: angst, mentions of leo's death.

a/n: dedicated to my dear wife cynthia cause she asked me to post this one first so... yeah. ejoy ya'll

word count: 1,537

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now playing… late night talking - harry styles

It’s a normal thing for demigods to have constant nightmares. Every night, the same monsters or gods or prophecies kept haunting your dreams, never going away. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a night of peaceful sleep, much less a good dream.

But after the battle with Gaea, the nightmares only worsened, the loss of two of your closest friends and family never leaving your mind. And they couldn’t seem to haunt anyone else, just you.

Maybe because only you, amongst all of them, saw your brother’s death.

One time, at four in the morning, you woke up sweating and crying in your own bed sheets. It was once again with Leo’s death. He was once your best friend and closest brother, the type of close that’d tease and annoy you, but always be there, nonetheless.

You knew you couldn’t stay in your cabin, so you decided to go to the beach. It was the only place you knew the harpies wouldn’t go this late at night, so it was practically your only option. And it wasn’t a bad one. Definitely better than staying at the Hephaestus cabin or even going to bunker nine, remembering all the good memories you had made with Leo in eight short months that should’ve been longer.

You threw on a random hoodie that you had stolen from Percy’s cabin when he was missing, and you needed some sort of reassurance that maybe, maybe he was still alive. Now he was alive and well, probably sleeping in his cabin.

And you were here, moping around.

Two months before, you’d probably be moping with Jason, mourning the loss of a best friend and brother for the both of you. But now he was in a boarding school in California, unable to answer a call. Not that you’d call him, anyway.

While walking in the direction of the beach, your mind kept diverting towards the green-eyed, raven-haired boy. You’ve had a crush on Percy for a few years now. Four, to be more specific. I mean, who never had a crush on Percy freaking Jackson?

Not just hot, he was kind, brave, loyal, clever, strong, powerful, handsome... what else could anyone want, huh?

Even thinking about him never seemed to leave your mind. And it was definitely better than to think about Leo twenty-four seven and get even more trauma than what you already had with his death.

Even knowing that Percy was a water dude, it was still wildly surprising to find him taking a swim in the middle of the night at Camp Half-Blood's beach. He was right there, lying on the sand after a swim, being bathed by the first sunrays, his orange tee clinging to his wet body.

He looked angelic, even godly. Anything, but definitely not human. He was too handsome for this world.

You obviously assumed he was asleep, so you just kept staring at his face. It may have been a little creepy if he wasn’t your best friend who always did that with you too, so you just ignored and mentally mapped all the freckles on his cheeks, hoping beyond hope that someday you’d kiss every and each one of them.

“You know it’s creepy when someone just watches you when you sleep, right?” Percy asked, his usual smug and cocky grin quickly making his way to his lips as he didn’t even bother to open an eye.

You obviously couldn’t help but smirk back at the boy, laughing and kicking him playfully on the thigh.

“Oh, shut up, Jackson. You do that to me every time you barge into my cabin. Stupid psycho.” You said jokingly while sitting beside him on the sand.

“You hurt my feelings.” He said with a wide smile as he sat and pulled you in for a hug. A hug which you desperately tried to squirm away from, since he was dripping wet, soaking your shirt as well.

After a few minutes of a heated battle, that he won with his ticklish cheating, you were soaked in the sea water without even getting into the sea itself and Percy was holding back his giggles.

Infuriating, sure. Still cute, though.

His laugh was just too pretty. The way he threw his head back just made you want to kiss the hell out of him, but you knew that wasn’t possible. Ruining your eldest friendship was an unnecessary risk to take.

“You’re infuriating” You mumbled, rolling your eyes.

“Maybe. But I'm hot, so it’s a win-win in my book.” He said, looking at you with his puppy eyes, which made you chuckle and look at the dawn sky.

The color mixing together in a pink, orange and black haze with the remaining stars in the sky were your second favorite view in the world. It just lost to Percy.

If you looked at him right now, you would notice how he was staring at you. You'd probably blush and smile at his intense, never faltering gaze. His sea-green eyes seemed to never leave your face, and one could even say he seemed enamored by you. But you wouldn’t let yourself think that and have false hopes and expectations. You could only hope that maybe, one day, he’d feel the same for you that you felt for him.

“What brought you here in the middle of the night?” He asked a few moments later. When you looked at him, he seemed worried. It was definitely not usual for you to come to the beach at four in the morning, so he was kind of right in worrying so much.

“I... had a nightmare. Couldn't really sleep after that.” You said, shrugging it off.

“About?” He asked, raising one eyebrow in curiosity.

“Leo. Leo's death, actually.” You answered.

He just hummed in agreement and understanding. Obviously, he’d understand what you were talking about, since he experienced dozens of deaths of close friends, same as you did.

“Wanna try and talk about it?” He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.

“Not really.” You said for what it seemed like the tenth time in just a day.

It's not that you were trying to hide your pain. Well, you were indeed trying to hide it but that’s off the point. I mean, it wouldn’t go great if he knew what was really going on in your head, especially when a few of those things were thoughts of him and you making out till you were both breathless and panting.

“You know, you couldn’t have avoided his suicide. Trust me. Hazel and Frank tried, and it didn’t work out.” He said, trying to reassure you as he moved a little closer to you, your shoulders touching slightly.

“Yeah, maybe. But they didn’t know him. Maybe he’d- maybe he’d listen to me, okay? I just- It's just too painful.” You said, already feeling the tears flowing to your eyes. His death was a sensitive topic that never failed to bring you to tears.

“I know, beautiful, but he did it because he knew he’d save the world.” He said, scooting closer to you and pulling you to his chest. “If it weren’t for Leo, we would still be in a gigantic war, and we’d have so much more losses, darling. Leo is a hero. He'll always be remembered as one.”

“I wanted him here, not his memories.” You mumbled, letting the tears fall freely from your eyes straight into his strong arms.

“Yeah, I know. I know it’s hard, and the pain’s gonna take a long while to go away. But it eventually will.” He reassured, kissing your cheek. “And while it doesn’t, I'm gonna be here by your side whenever you need. Even if you don’t need, I'm still here.”

“I love you.” You murmured under your breath before you could even stop it. He kissed your forehead softly.

“I love you too, y/n/n.” He whispered. But it seemed like only fraternal, or friends love. That's more than what you want, and you’re gonna tell him. He deserves to know. Maybe it’ll ruin your friendship, but you just can’t keep this bottled up.

“No, Percy.” You said, sniffing and sitting back, looking at his green eyes with your own puffy ones. “I love you. Like, lovelove.”

He looked... startled, to say the least. He blinked a few times, trying to make sense of your words. You were starting to regret ever saying anything to him. Maybe now he’s gonna hate you and never talk to you again, then the whole trauma of Leo’s death would now be together with Percy leaving, and you were gonna get even more fucked up than you already are, and-

Or maybe he’d just kiss you and completely interrupt your entire trail of thought and your whole mind with his salty, sea-like kisses and chapped lips that fit so perfectly with yours.

His hand found your waist, holding it while his tongue entered your mouth deliciously well. It was literally a dream come true.

Finally, you two were completely out of breath and he pulled away, smiling and keeping your foreheads touching.

“I think I love you too.” He answered before pulling you in for another kiss.

#postcards from leah #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x y/n #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus x reader #pjo #leo valdez x reader

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dreamerawaken · 9 months ago

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I saw some friends using this template from @/cloudysunflowr and decided to give it a go!!

More details of Dreamy's relationships under 'Read More'! (Please give it a read, I worked very hard on this for days...!)

Dreamy first met everyone when Julie organized a sleepover over Home's, as Wally had never been into one. They all gathered, brought snacks, board games, movies, and had a blast!

What stood out, however, was a brand new bat plush Sally had purchased from Howdy. Everyone found the bat super soft and cute, so they played with it as if it was part of the sleepover.

But when the clock struck 10, they were all astonished when the plush became alive! She thanked them for being so friendly towards her, and once the shock wore off, the new neighbor taught her new friends more sleepover games!

And since then, Dreamy became the official 'Sleepover Organizer' of the neighborhood!

Dreamy Sleepy - Wally Darling and Home: Bedtime Stories' Enthusiasts!

"Goodnight, Dreamy! (...?) Yeah, I wanted to tell you that before bed. And since you don't have a phone... (...) No, it's alright, I don't mind walking outside when it's bed time. (...?) Oh, read Home and I some books? I'd like that. You're the most, Dreamy."

Dreamy has a calm, polite relationship with Wally. She cares for him and is always happy to help him out when she's up and about in the neighborhood.

He's the first neighbor she visits nightly to ensure Wally won't leave Home while looking for her, as she is afraid he can get lost in the dark- it happened once!

^Since then, she pays them visits so that Wally can tell her 'Goodnight' every night. He's happy he can do it in person.

Dreamy loves reading bedtime stories for both Wally and Home, and she tries to bring different books each night.

If she can't bring a new story, she'll try to make one on the spot, and Wally will sometimes try to add a situation in her narrations- though this only causes the story to get off the rails. Dreamy quite enjoys working her way around Wally's inputs, however.

She knows Wally doesn't sleep, but she wants to ensure he's relaxed through the night to feel some degree of rested come morning.

^Sometimes she'll even offer him her sleeping mask so that his eyes get to rest as well, in case he forgets to keep them closed!

Wally was the first to learn that Dreamy doesn't eat! Instead, she holds plastic food up to her lips and describe the flavor of what she 'eats'- Wally finds this fascinating because he gets to learn about flavors with her.

Wally likes counting the stitches in her ears, but he gets distracted after a while and instead names things that matches the colors of her wings.

He tried painting hearts on her face one time, but found out Dreamy is quite ticklish, so the hearts ended up looking more like flowers.

Dreamy Sleepy - Barnaby B. Beagle: Puppy Love at First Laugh.

"Hey, Dreamy, ya seem a bit down layin' there on the ground! Seems like an off spot to catch Z's, those usually float above your head!... Haha, what a tough crowd we have this morning,,. Say, how about you come with me while I do some warm ups for my stand up routine? You could be my first VIP: Very Important Plush!"

Dreamy was a little apprehensive of Barnaby at first, as she thought he liked getting under people's skin.

One day, however, Barbany found Dreamy in her plush form lying don't on the ground, and dirtied up. He cleaned her with his tie and made no big deal about it, saying: 'I have plenty of spares for tonight's show, anyways'. He then left her on a comfy bench and carried on his way after saying goodbye.

The next time this happened, he figured to bring her along to one of his stand-ups. He told joke after joke, and while she couldn't physically laugh, Dreamy had the time of her life watching Barnaby showcasing his thinking process when coming up with quips and puns!

^Dreamy had to wait till night to go apologize to Barnaby for not laughing, due to being unable to speak while being a stuffed toy. Barnaby didn't mind it, and was content knowing that she had fun nonetheless. That's when she realized how kind the beagle comedian truly was.

It became routine for Dreamy to visit Barnaby after his stand-ups, just to tell him her favorite jokes of the day, even if he was booed on stage. If asked, she'd tell you she found his comedic skills delightful.

During one visit, Barnaby made a little joke that caused Dreamy to guffaw, and he was thrilled to discover that some squeaks would slip between her giggles! It quickly became his favorite laugh, and he settled on making her laugh more often, even gently teasing her by calling her 'Squeaks'.

Dreamy, however, felt insecure because she wasn't certain if he was messing with her. She began to laugh a little more quieter and guarded, hoping that would keep the squeaks down. But Barnaby noticed the change right away and when he figured out the reason, he decided to be sincere and told her how adorable her real laugh was to him, and apologized for not being clear about it.

After this event, the two began to grow closer as friends, realizing they may have developed a crush on the other, yet neither acting on it.

Barnaby appreciates how kind Dreamy is to Wally and he enjoys hanging out with the two of them.

Barnaby once tried nibbling on Dreamy's ear as a playful gesture, but all he got was a wing to the face in response. Dreamy apologized and he learned the lesson. He decided to boop her nose instead whenever he felt like teasing her.

When she visits him at night after he had a bit of a rough day, Dreamy would sing him a lullaby. It always relaxes him to hear her voice.

Dreamy Sleep - Frank Frankly: You are a Curious Fellow.

"Hmm, now, how did you get inside my net, Dreamy? Last I checked, it is not designed for stuffed bats... oh, well, I don't see why you can't come along. Who knows? Maybe we'll find a rare butterfly, or a beetle, or both!"

Frank and Dreamy's relationship is nothing out of the ordinary- they are respectful to each other, though they both think the other is a bit odd! A bat plush that comes to life at night? A frowny grey puppet in such a lively, colorful neighborhood?

Despite this, they have nothing against the other, and they help each other out quite often! If Dreamy is found at an unusual or dangerous spot, Frank is usually the first to take her somewhere safe. And if there is a bug Frank can't find during night time, Dreamy will locate it for them.

^Frank asks Dreamy to illustrate the bugs she finds, but she's not an artist; best she can do is a little wobbly scribble. To make up for her lack of skills, she adds notes upon notes of details about the bugs she finds.

Dreamy appreciates Frank's baking skills, and loves their most colorful creations- such as mosaic and rainbow jellies! She once wondered if making a sleeping mask jelly would be possible, but Frank gently pointed out: "It would become a bright, sticky mess on your pillows and face!"

Frank didn't know Dreamy could still hear them even as a plush, so they were embarrassed when they recalled how many times they let out their frustrations with her around- Dreamy assured them that she didn't mind, and that they could keep doing it if it helped.

^Since then, she leaves lavender bouquets around Frank's house to help them relax.

Dreamy Sleepy - Julie Joyful: The 'Slumber Party Official Committee'!

"DREAMY! Oh, proper timing! I was JUST wondering when my first-in-command would show up to check our latest plans for the upcoming sleepover! Now, hear me out: it'll be at Poppy's place, so we need to play 'safe', yet fun games! What do you suppose we- oh!"

(Dreamy tumbles down into a pillow, which causes more pillows to fall, only they land in such way they form a tent of sorts over her plushie body.)

"...Pillow Forts? That's BRILLIANT! Oh, oh! And blankets! And futons! This won't be just a fort, we'll make a CASTLE!!"

As stated above, Dreamy was assigned the 'Sleepover Organizer' upon her discovery, by none other than Julie herself! And since the Sleepover Organizer needed backup during daylight hours, Julie offered herself for aid, thus creating the 'Slumber Party Official Committee'!

Dreamy enjoys humoring Julie's antics, after all, she wants to see her new friends having fun as well. And while most of the plannings are done by Julie herself, Dreamy always leaves notes for her at night, giving her insights and how to improve certain ideas.

It's no secret Julie loves games, specially when it comes to playing “Business Woman in the Big City”. One time Julie asked Dreamy, in her plush form, to play as the 'Boss' of the company, the same one that tells Julie they go bankrupt so that she can play her skit.

^That same night, Dreamy told Julie she didn't enjoy that game, because she disliked seeing her friends in distress, even if it was faked. Julie apologized and promised to find games better suited for Dreamy, which made them closer as friends.

Julie loves strapping Dreamy's plush form to her hair! And she carries her around like to play all sorts of fun games, such as tag, hopscotch, jump the rope, and more!

^When asked about the hair thing, Julie merely replies. "It's to make her feel tall, silly!"

Julie also seems to enjoy being hugged by Dreamy, as she claims her wings are the best blankets around the neighborhood (and they are)!

^Dreamy doesn't mind lending a wing to Julie in order to help her fall asleep.

Dreamy Sleepy - Eddie Dear: One finger-friendly Crafts.

"Where are those scissors? I swear I put em' somewhere 'round- ah! Dreamy! Did I cover ya'll up with the papers? 'M so sorry about that, Velvet- I've been all over the place tryin' to come up with a new craft to work with durin' my off hours an' all... hey, come to think of it, I learned a while ago howta make paper bats! How 'bout I make a few, just for ya?"

Dreamy feels close to Eddie, platonicly! She considers him a wonderful friend, for he's caring and always helping others.

Eddie is always delighted to show Dreamy his new ideas for crafts, and demonstrates her where to fold, cut, and stick the papers so that she can make it herself! Only problem: Come night time, she might most likely forget all the details... oh, and also, she only has one finger on each wing.

^When he noticed this, he apologized a LOT- to the point Dreamy had to grab his face to tell him to stop, and assure him she wasn't mad. He then decided to make 'one finger-friendly' crafts for her, and also left step-by-step guides!

Dreamy feels very soft and soothing to the touch, which is the reason Eddie calls her 'Velvet'.

^He knows this because he tends to carry her around his office while he's talking out loud. And he talks a lot to her, it helps him focus but also brings him comfort to have a friend lending an ear.

Dreamy doesn't have a nickname for Eddie, she just calls him 'Dearie' like she does to everyone else, but sometimes she calls him 'Dearie Dear'.

When Eddie returns to the office, he can find little notes left behind by Dreamy, thanking him for his hard work and letting him know how much she appreciate their (one-sided) talks during the day.

^Sometimes there's a little paper figure as well! Albeit a little clumsily made, but he adores them all the same.

Best way to get Eddie to fall asleep after a long day of hauling heavy packages? Give him a shoulder massage! And if you've got Dreamy's touch, he'll be out faster than you can say lickity split!

Dreamy Sleepy - Sally Starlet: We Shall Perform 'Sleeping Beauty'!

"Now, this is the moment of truth! After facing many dangerous trials, defeating the evil dragon and chasing off the malevolent witch, the prince finally reached sleeping beauty's chamber! With a true love kiss, the prince may finally-! ...What's that, Walliford? Oh. No, of course, you can kiss her cheek. That's fine- Ahem! With a true love's cheek kiss, the prince may finally awake her from her slumber...!"

(Wally kisses Dreamy's plush cheek, though it's more like him saying 'muah!' outloud. Just in cue, as a clock strikes 10, Dreamy awakens and sits up, yawning softly.)

"The princess is awake! Oh, rejoice, for our hero has saved the kingdom from peril! Now together, they shall rule the kingdom with kindness and fair justice, bringing many years of peaceful bliss to their people- The End!"

(While Sally talks, Dreamy is sleepily rubbing her eye while Wally plays with the feather attached to his hat.)

Dreamy doesn't like Sally's cooking, even though she can't eat it. But she doesn't have the heart to tell Sally that sponge cake is not, in fact, made of sponges.

Sally loves singing alongside Dreamy, even if it makes her a little drowsy. Sally is a better singer since she can perform different music genre, while Dreamy only knows lullabies.

Sally always tries to implement Dreamy in her plays, with the bat's biggest role being that of sleeping beauty! Once she figured Dreamy awakens at 10PM, Sally made a play that perfectly timed both Dreamy and her character's awakening for an extra special effect!

^Dreamy has also starred as a tree, a bee, a mouse (she didn't like this one) and a bundled baby.

Sally calls Dreamy's characters in her plays 'Dreamarina', says it's far more elegant and fetching!

Dreamy helps Sally sleep by crafting a star projector. It's a lamp she surrounded with punctured paper to shape stars and planets (with the help of Eddie!).

Dreamy Sleepy - Howdy Pillar: NOT for Sale!

"Special deal of today! An unique darling- for there is only one in stock- who will be the perfect company while you enjoy a bowl of cereal! Or a nice mug of coffee! Maybe even keep you company while you do chores like- that's right! Scrubbing the dishes with a sponge! You heard me! She'll be the best companion for ANY occasion! Just look at the lovely colors of her wings, that charming little smile, those expertly-made stitches! And she can be YOURS if you purchase any of the items I previously mentioned!"

(The Next day...)

"What do you *mean* I sold you an actual person, Sally???"

As stated above, Howdy sold Dreamy in her plush form by accident.

(^This is how Dreamy Sleepy is first introduced to the Neighborhood, but her origins are unknown.)

^Since then, Dreamy isn't too fond of Howdy. She forgave him once he apologized, though.

Dreamy has no need to buy things- mainly due to not having a house of her own to keep them, but she also doesn't require food, so she always denies getting anything from Howdy's.

^Howdy takes it as a personal challenge, because he would! He's the best seller in town! And he will find a way to make a difficult client find an item that they can't resist to buy!

Dreamy tries to be polite and listens to everyone when they speak to her, but Howdy talks for SO long, and a touch too loud as well- she knows why he does it, but she can get fatigued due to the strain her ears go through by listening to him.

^She doesn't like it, but Dreamy tries to avoid Howdy because she has no idea how to ask him to stop AND be polite about it at the same time. Specially since he seems so happy to tell her all about his sales and disccounts.

However, not everything is tension between them. There's very few instances in which they can have a normal conversation, mostly when Dreamy purchases snacks from the caterpillar for her sleepover parties, usually by reciting poetry.

^Rumor has it she said a joke so good, Howdy gave her freebies! Barnaby has since tried to coax Howdy to tell it to him, but he hasn't been lucky.

Dreamy likes organizing Howdy's shelves sometimes, right before he goes to bed. He appreciates her help but Dreamy doesn't quite understand why the items have to be facing a certain way. Howdy just lets her do her thing and come morning he'll reorganize everything himself.

Dreamy helps Howdy rest by making sure he's well snugged in his bed- you know how the saying goes! She doesn't use a rug, though.

Dreamy Sleepy - Poppy Partridge: Of Feathers and Blankets.

"Dreamy! Oh, I'm so glad to see you awake at last, what happened to you? Why were you injured?? (...?) I-I found you earlier, with a ripped stitch! I did my best to fix it, but I was so worried while I waited for you to come around... (...) You caught a stitch on a branch and didn't notice? Dreamy, sweetie, you need to be more careful! W-what if your wing fell off? (...) Ah... no need to thank me, I'm just glad you're OK..."

(Dreamy points at a crochet blanket Poppy is working on.)

"The blanket? Oh! I began to knit while I waited for you, to get distracted... (...?) Of course you can help! Here, could you hold the yarn for me, please?"

They have a tight-knit friendship! (Get it?)

Poppy is usually anxious about everyone's safety, so Dreamy's calm nature is a welcoming change. She makes sure Poppy's feathers won't get too ruffled when considering 'what-if' scenarios by gently coaxing her into happier, comfier thoughts.

^Though, sometimes Dreamy needs to have a stitch mended or a tear patched, and there is no better suited person for the job than Poppy! But she always feels bad about worrying her friend, so she tries to make it up by helping the large bird around the house.

Dreamy doesn't know how to sew, but Poppy noticed she has a knack for organizing patches, strings, yarns and so, explaining that a clear space is necessary to lower stress.

^Poppy has since then asked Dreamy for help when planning out a new patchwork project. Mostly on how to organize the square patches, since Dreamy is unable to sew herself.

If Dreamy happens to be in her plush form, Poppy will always place her down on a seat opposite of her, surrounded with cushions, scarves and other soft materials to ensure the plush won't lose balance and injure herself while she works on her knitting.

Dreamy always brings Poppy a warm cup of chamomille tea before bed, not hot, however, since she doesn't want her friend to worry about the risks of boiling water. They have long talks, with Dreamy gently chasing Poppy's night terrors away so that she can sleep with a calm mind.

^Poppy treasures her bond with Dreamy because the bat goes out of her way to protect her, just as the bird does for the rest of their neighbors.

#batmun's art #Only Dreamy's headshot tho!!! The rest was made by the talented Cloudy!#I did type a lot aaaa but hope you enjoy my ramblings!! I had fun thinking about how she interacts w/ everyone!!#Dreamy Sleepy #welcome home arg #welcome home oc #welcome home #Also there was no teal color so I gave it to Howdy's text. Sorry Poppy!

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deluluduck227 · 1 year ago

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Snow Lady | Hakim Ziyech

Warnings: none

You woke up to a quiet winter morning as the overnight snow had dulled even the softest sound, snuggled up against Hakim, chest to chest, your heartbeat slowly catching up to his as if your bodies reacted simultaneously to your warm touch. It was a Monday morning and Hakim had training but it was referred to as off because of the snowstorm that took place the night time earlier than. Snowstorm, it rang in your head, you remembered Hakim's promise, he didn't let you play in the snow yesterday late at night but he did promise to let you in the morning.

Eyes still puffy and sleepy, you escaped his ensuring arms heading towards the window, the backyard was all white and you couldn't help but jump With great enthusiasm. You switched your gaze to the sleeping bag sprawled on the bed, you hurried to him, he was snoring lightly, his lips slightly parted, he looked adorable, and your heart squeezed, you didn't want to wake him up from his deep sleep but your enthusiasm got the best of you. You tried to wake him up by poking at his shoulder but he didn't respond, being the heavy sleeper he is. So you were left with no choice but the hard way. You climbed up the mattress, straddling his back, you watched as he made a face, groaning at the discomfort he felt, you then laid your stem on his, bringing your hands to tickle the soft skin of his neck. And thank god he woke up, turning his head to the side, his eyes fluttered open. You lifted your hips a little bit to let space for him to lay on his back.

"Why are you up this early?" You smiled at his confusion as you brought your hands to squeeze his cheeks.

"Babe, you promised yesterday you'd let me play in the snow."

" I did? I don't remember making such a promise!" He exclaimed, clearly teasing you as his warm hands were flicking at your bare thighs.

"HAKIM" You whined, smacking his shoulder lightly as he laughed. He loved teasing you and what added flavor to it is that you are easily irritated.

" Okay okay, lemme just wash my face."

You got off of him, jumping excitedly.

" I can't wait for you, I'll go out first you follow me!" You preened already making your way through the door but the sooner you were stopped, unable to move! Hakim was blocking you as he grabbed the hem of your t-shirt.

" Where are you going?" He barked accusingly but he was met with your confused face.

" Awa3di yana ! Sh3andk o ntina 9abtni hayda. Fokni yana kont masha berra."

He nodded as he let his eyes travel around your fit. You were wearing one of his T-shirts along with some shorts. He already knows that you don't like layering a lot of clothes, which is understandable because there is a heater in the house. But he's not letting you go outside in this fit. And to play in the snow? Over his dead body!

" Go put on some clothes, It's cold outside! I don't want you to catch the flu."

The knot between your eyebrows untied as you nodded, quickly making your way to the dressing room. Soon afterward, you exited wearing a long white puffer coat along with some high-platform ugg. Hakim was nowhere to be found and you assumed he was in the bathroom. You hurriedly made your path outside, to the backyard.

The icy air whistles around your ears, causing the bare skin of your hands to tingle and sting. Your fingers were numb, but it was a good feeling. Snug inside your puffer, nothing can spoil the overwhelming feeling of being taken back to childhood. The urge to make a snowball is all consuming and you had to restrain yourself from lying down on the floor and making a snow angel. Every step you took left a fresh, crisp footprint in the snow. Snowflakes fell gently from the sky, tickling the end of your nose and tempting you to stick out your tongue and have a taste which you did! Sticking your tongue out your hands snug inside your puffer's pockets which made look like a child. It was such a cute sigh for Hakim who burst out a laugh whichever made you switch your gaze to him. He was wearing a puffer coat just like you! You waved at him to join you and as he was making his way to you leaned down to create a snowball and threw it at him. Everything happened so quickly that he didn't have time to process it. He just stood there dumbfounded, his hand soothing off his face. It was like the silence before the storm!

" You just claimed war against me." He accused as he leaned down and started making a big big snowball to take his revenge. You didn't notice since you were laughing hysterically and boom! You felt the cold ball hit your face, your eyes watered at how freezing it was! And with that, the battle started and it didn't end until you gave up when you had enough.

" You really had fun, hadn't you?" Hakim beamed as he wrapped his arms around your stem, admiring your features. You lifted your head up and nodded at him.

" Well, I did! But let's just skip the parts when you'd hit me with these giant balls! "You nagged sassily and he lifted his eyebrow in a challenging manner.

" So you're telling me that I shouldn't have defended myself when you attacked me first."

" Exactly! It was set to test gentleness but you failed. Shame on you my love."

You wept, shaking your head in a fake disappointment.

" Excuse me! I am a gentleman." He defended himself.

" You're abusive! " You huffed, crossing your arms and you earned a laugh from him.

" Alrighty! I'm sorry babe, I shouldn't have defended myself, I should have let you bury me here in the snow without protesting! Does this apology fulfill your disappointment, my lady?"

" Very much! Thank god you knew your fault." You exclaimed sassily and you earned a chuckle from him.

" Let's go home, your hair is all damp ! I don't want you to get sick." He appealed, putting an end to your small talk as he leaned slightly, his arms wrapping your thighs and he lifted your upside down on his shoulder. You yelped at his unexpected move, clutching at his coat.

" What are you doing? " You taunted surprisingly.

" A gentleman behavior darling! "

lol this fanfic really shows how lych i've missed the winter vibes.

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dumbstuffsstuff · 2 years ago

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Drunken Tickles || Genshin Impact || Switch!Diluc Switch!Kaeya

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!Not A Ship!

Also I apologize for any typos, I was writing this late at night :) Enjoy!

Switch!Diluc

Switch!Kaeya

Slight Ler!Venti

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“You’re such a dumbass!”

Diluc grumbles in a deep and irritated voice. He walks through Mondstat to Dawn Winery Manor, carrying his red-faced, drunken younger brother. The captain could barely stand on his two feet, let alone walk. Diluc was practically hauling Kaeya’s torso to his manor.

“Ehehehe… You’re so silly Diluc,” Kaeya mumbles. He’s half asleep at this point. Had Diluc not been pissed off, his voice would easily put Kaeya to sleep.

Except it wasn’t just the fact that Kaeya had gotten himself drunk, but the mischief that his brother causes when he is drunk. Mischief that Diluc always wished he wouldn’t have to be around for. And unfortunately for him, he was around that evening.

Earlier, right as Diluc was closing the tavern, Venti and Kaeya had entered for some alone drinking time. After a long week of tasks and adventures, the Captain and the Bard needed some time to themselves. And what better way to destress than to sip some dandelion wine.

They’d managed to finish two bottles. And as Diluc was cleaning up, Kaeya had “whispered” something to Venti. Except his drunken state had him unable to “whisper”, and ended up blurting, “Did you know my brother makes funny noises when he’s tickled?”

“Master Diluc is ticklish?!” Venti was impressed.

Diluc felt his cheeks flush red, and he looked around the tavern to make sure no last minute diners were still around. Luckily there weren’t, unluckily, he later found himself being attacked by two blue haired drunks.

“Are you mad at me? I feel like you’re mad at me,” Kaeya flops onto his brother’s bed, still flushed with alcohol. Diluc doesn’t say a word. He glares at the younger man and goes to shower and change.

When he comes back, Kaeya had made himself comfy in his own t shirt and shorts, which matched Diluc’s but were blue instead of red. Kaeya is sprawled out on his bed, asleep. Diluc assumes the alcohol had worn off by now. So it was the perfect time to execute his revenge plan.

Kaeya’s shirt had ridden up a bit, exposing his toned stomach. Diluc ran all five of his fingers across the skin, and Kaeya jolted up immediately.

“AHA?!”

Diluc couldn’t help but smirk. He knew his brother was ticklish, maybe even more ticklish than himself. And he knew all the right spots.

He continues to scribble his fingers around Kaeya’s stomach, making the man squirm and giggle.

“Ahah! D-Diluc! Whahat are you dohoing? Cuhut that out!” Kaeya attempts to push his older brother’s hands away, but at every opening, Diluc just dove in to tickle him in a different spot. And Kaeya has been weakened by the alcohol.

“Revenge.”

“Rehehehvenge?!! Revenge for whahahahat?”

“You seriously don’t remember?!” Diluc pulls Kaeya underneath him and sits on his lap to prevent him from escaping, pausing his tickles to rest his hands on Kaeya’s sides.

“Remember whahat??” Kaeya still giggles in anticipation.

“The tavern?? You and Venti got drunk and…?” Diluc blushes. Kaeya doesn’t remember. And Diluc will kick himself in the face before he can say it out loud.

“And what?”

“I-”

“Diluc~ I don’t know what you’re talking about. Why are you blushing so much?” Kaeya gives that one hella annoying smirk.

“You DO remember!! You little lying-” Diluc attacks Kaeya’s exposed sides.

“AHAahahahahaha!!! Dihiluc!! I’m sohorry! I wasn’t in thehe right state of mihind!”

“Excuses.”

“NAHhahahahaha!! Ihits not!! I’m sohohorryy!!”

Diluc moves to pinching his hips.

“NAHAHA! DILUC hahahahahaha!! EHEheheh!”

“You always like to embarrass me in front of others. I’ve had it! It’s time you learn a lesson.”

“Nohobody was there!!”

“Barbatos was!”

“Sohoho??”

“Hmph.”

Diluc plays with Kaeya’s ribs like a piano. Counting each rib one by one.

“AHAHAHAHA!! DILUC! PLEHEHEASE!”

“One… Two…”

“NAHAHA!! WAHAIT! STOP IT!”

As Diluc got closer to Kaeya’s armpits, the higher his laughter rose. Finally, Diluc dug into his hollows, and Kaeya squeezes his arms over his torso to block as many sensations as he could.

“WHAHahahahaha! DIHIhiluc! NOHOT THERE! Plehehehehease!!”

“Fine.” Instead, Diluc moves to Kaeya’s stomach again. This time, applying more pressure and tickling him all over.

“This better?”

“AAAAAHAHAHAHA!! NOOOHOHOHO!! NO THIS IS MUCH WOHOHORSE! STAHAHAHAP! NOHOT THEHERE! ANYWHERE ELSE!”

“Hmmm nah…”

“I DIDNT DO THIHIS TO YOHOHOUU!!”

Diluc just shrugs and chuckles at his brother who’s red faced from the laughing, with tears in his eyes and his messy hair. He bucks his hips to try and throw his brother off. But it’s no use.

“GEHEHET OFF!! YOU AHAHASSSHOLE!!”

“Hey now. That’s not a way to talk to your elder brother.”

“Whahahatever old man.”

Suddenly Kaeya’s eyes widden and he puts a hand over his mouth. He knows he’s in trouble now. Diluc looks at him with a stern expression, but his eyes only reads mischief. He pulls Kaeya’s shirt up all the way, and inhales air.

“NO!”

But yes.

“N-NOHOT THAT!”

Yes that.

“DILUC NAHA PLEASE I WILL DIE!”

Diluc blows the biggest raspberry on Kaeya’s bare stomach and abs. The vibrations send Kaeya up the wall!

“AHAHAHAHHH!! DIHIHLUCCC!! NAHAHAOHOHO MOREEE!! I CAHAHAHNT! PLEHEASE!! *snort* AHAHAHAH!! OHOHO MY ARCHON!”

“Look who makes funny noises now.”

“SHUHUHUT UP!!”

“You asked for it,” Diluc shrugs and blows another big raspberry on Kaeya’s navel.

“NAHAHAHAHAH!! PLEHEHEHEHASE!! STOP ALREADY!”

“Alright, Alright,” Diluc lets up. He rolls off to the side of the bed and let’s Kaeya breathe in much needed air.

“Y-Yoho are.. Cruel!”

“Someone wants more, huh?” Diluc squeezes his side.

“EP! NO! Stohop! I can’t take anymore.”

Diluc chuckles.

“Yeah you think that’s funny don’t you? I’ll really show you something to laugh at,” Kaeya, after regaining most of his strength, wraps his arms around his older brother, wiggling his fingers into the redhead’s sides.

“AH! KAEYA! No, that was MY revenge because YOU…!”

“I what?” Kaeya sneaks his hands under his shirt and lightly scratches his sides.

“Kff…” Diluc holds in his giggles, hunching over to hide his face.

“Diluc~” Kaeya squeezes his sides making him flinch.

“Pfftt.. K-Kaeya.. You ahalready t-tickled me earlier. That was myhy revenge.”

Kaeya notices the blush Diluc gives after saying the word. He giggles, “Well, I wasn’t as merciless then… But I will be now.”

“N-NO KAEYA!”

“Tickle tickle!” Kaeya teases, knowing that it made Diluc blush and squirm.

“Kaeyahahaha!”

“Was that a giggle?”

“N-Noho…”

“I think it was~” Kaeya spiders his stomach, flipping Diluc onto the bed so they were in the same position as before, but reverse.

“KAEYAHAHA!!”

“Are you ticklish Diluc? Do you not like it when I say the word? It’s just a silly word. Tickle tickle!”

“K-Kaeyaha! Stop that now!” Diluc puts his arms over his face. Big mistake. Kaeya tickles his armpits the same way Diluc did before. Except this spot affected Diluc way more than it did Kaeya. Diluc instantly pulls his arms down. Twisting from side to side and bucking his hips to get him off.

“AAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! KAEYAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHO! NOHOT THERE! THIHIS IS NOT FAHAHAIR!”

“Aww is this your tickle spot?”

“SHUHUHUT YOHOUR MOUTH! I SWHEHEHEAR! OHOKAY! IHM SORRY! JUST STOHOP!”

“Nah…” Kaeya pins Diluc’s arms up with one hand, which caught Diluc off guard. Normally, Diluc would easily be able to break free, but the tickles had him weakened, and in all honesty, he wanted to let Kaeya have his fun too. But he’d never admit to that.

“NO! KAEYA!”

“Oh yes.”

“NAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Kaeya resumes his attack on Diluc’s underarms, Diluc still twisting about.

“KAAHAHAHEYA!!”

“Yeess?”

“STOHOHOP IT!”

“Alright,” Kaeya let go of his arms, but remained sitting on his legs. He instead turns around to face his brother’s feet, turning his head back with a smile.

Diluc’s heart drops to his stomach.

“No. Kaeya. You wouldn’t.”

“Oh but I would~”

“N-Nononono Kaeya, Kaeya. No.”

“I spear you in public, but now? You’re in for it.” Kaeya spiders quickly up and down Diluc’s soles, poking his toes occassionally.

“NO! NONONONONOOOHOHOHOHO!! KAHAEYAAAA!!”

“Ahaha! I gotcha!”

“STAHAHAHAHAPPP!!! PLEHEHEHEASE!! AHAHAHAA!!”

“You got my death spot I get yours!”

“THIHIS IS TOO MUHUHUCHH!!”

“Aww, Diluc is so weak when it comes to tickling.”

Diluc blushes at the statement.

Kaeya pokes in between his toes, making Diluc’s entire leg twitch and kick, but with Kaeya sitting on them there’s not much he can do.

“AHAHAHA! PLEHEHE *snort* IHIHI *snort* *hic* EHEHHEHEE”

Out of desperation, Diluc grabs Kaeya’s side, causing Kaeya to jump and fall off of him.

Relief at last, except the two begin wrestling, trying to tickle one another back, laughing.

“Ohohokay! Ohokay, I won’t tickle YOUHOU!” Kaeya giggles when Diluc jabs his side.

“I dohon’t believe you.”

“Truce! Truce! Truce.”

“Hm, fine.”

They both let off each other, rolling over to lay next to each other on the bed. They’re both out of breathe and smiling. They felt happy that they got to bond. They rarely ever got to these days. And Kaeya was able to see the more playful side of Diluc which he hadn’t seen in years.

“You know who else I’m going to get revenge on?” Diluc asks.

“Who?” Kaeya asks.

“That Bard.”

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i-drink-and-i-write-fics · 1 year ago

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Redemption

Chapter 4: Nightmares

Summary: With the news that Rayn is alive, Jaime is plagued with memories of the past.

“Let me serve,” Jaime begged. “Let me do my duty. You will need good men by your side.”

But Rhaegar refused. “Our mission is dangerous in ways we cannot perhaps imagine. I charge you to remain in King’s Landing and keep my wife and children safe.”

“You won’t regret this,” Jaime vowed, “I promise.”

“Dad!” A tiny girl’s voice called out. “Ser Jaime! Please help!”

The words Rhaegar had used to describe him played over and over.

“He’s a good fighter, a brave knight. If I’m not mistaken, he’ll be one of the finest.”

The screams of Ellia calling out for help made Jaime shoot up in bed.

“No!”

His bed chambers were dark, the drawn curtains keeping out either the sun or the moon. He was drenched in sweat from the dream and was glad Cersei wasn’t here with him. Jaime needed a comforting hand and Cersei was anything but.

Tossing the sheets aside, Jaime climbed out of his bed and wandered over to a table where he had a pitcher of water and a cup waiting for him. He tried his best to pour with his left hand, but water still spilled onto the tabletop. Sighing, he grabbed the cup and moved to one of the windows. Pulling the curtain back slightly, he could see it was dark still.

It had been the same nightmare every night. Ever since he found out Rayn was still alive. His Rayn.

No, not his Rayn. Not anymore. Not since the night Robert’s Rebellion was won.

When he was young, when he came to the Red Keep for the first time and laid eyes on Rayn, Jaime had secretly hoped they could run off together. He knew Tywin would never allow him to marry some handmaiden. If Tyrion couldn’t keep Tysha, what hope had Jaime - the heir of Casterly Rock - have in keeping his Rayn? But that didn’t stop him from having fantasies about it. Especially after he and Rayn shared that first kiss. Visions of him running off with her to parts of Essos; Lys, Braavos, Volantis, anywhere away from his father and his birthright. He would have risked stealing a sack of gold from the mines if it meant he could be with her.

But in the end, all he got was a lifetime in the King’s Guard, no sword hand, and Cersei.

As if he had summoned her by merely thinking of her name, there was a knock on his chamber door.

“Ser Jaime?” A tiny voice called out. If Jaime remembered correctly, it belonged to Cersei’s handmaid. But the name escaped him.

Sighing again, Jaime pulled on a shirt and opened the door. The frightened girl stood before him.

“Sorry for disturbing you, Ser. Her Grace has requested your presence.”

Of course, she has, Jaime thought bitterly. She only comes to me when she’s at her lowest.

“Forgive me, but I am unable to meet with Her Grace at this time. I am unwell.”

This caused the girl’s eyes to grow wide. “Shall I send for Qyburn?”

Jaime internally shuddered. The former Maester may have prevented Jaime from dying after his hand was cut off, getting rid of any corrupted tissue, but Jaime couldn’t bring himself to be treated for anything else by that man.

“No, thank you. It’s just…old pain in my wrist. Nothing a bit of wine and more sleep won’t fix.”

“O-of course, Ser Jaime.” She did a quick curtsey and then practically ran from his room.

Jaime closed the door but didn’t bother locking it. It would only make Cersei angry as she would undoubtedly be on her way once the handmaid came back to report. And the last thing he needed was Ser Gregor - or rather, what was left of him - breaking down his chamber doors.

He also knew why Cersei was calling for him so late. She wanted…comfort. And he refused to be used. Not anymore.

So very quickly, Jaime got dressed and checked that a bag he had packed was still ready to go by the window. When he packed it - the day he found out Rayn was still alive and heading back to Westeros - Jaime almost unpacked it immediately afterward. He tried to convince himself that he wasn’t leaving Cersei or King’s Landing. That his role was here by his sister’s side as Tywin would have wanted. Well, maybe not in the way he had been before.

But the more he thought about everything that had happened in the last years - hells, since Robert’s Rebellion - the more he realized he didn’t belong here. Didn’t belong by Cersei’s side. But where he wanted to go…it would end in either life or death.

Speaking of his twin, she didn’t even bother to knock as she entered his room. Jaime barely caught sight of Clegane standing outside the room before the door closed. If he was leaving tonight, it certainly wouldn’t be out that door.

“What’s this I hear of you not feeling well?” That was Cersei’s way of greeting him. She was still in her dress from court and Jaime wondered if she slept like that now. They had not shared a bed since his latest return.

Jaime resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Just my wrist. It will pass as it always does.”

“I’ll have Qyburn-”

“No,” Jaime cut her off and Cersei raised an eyebrow. Between her facial expressions and her military-style gowns, it was like facing a female version of Tywin. Taking a deep breath, he continued. “No, thank you. I know you trust him, but all he will do is give me milk of the poppy and I would rather be in pain than have a foggy mind.”

“If you insist,” Cersei began to walk around the room and Jaime’s eyes darted to the bag by the window when she turned her head. “You haven’t come to see me since your return.”

“We’ve had several meetings about the Targaryen girls since my return.”

“That is not what I meant, and you know it.”

Jaime sighed and then wondered if he had the strength for this conversation.

“You lied; you are afraid of me.”

Jaime scoffed. “No, not afraid.”

“Then what is it?!”

He turned and looked his twin in the eye. “Disappointed. I’m disappointed.”

Cersei tried her best to keep her face straight, but Jaime could see it in her eyes. He had hurt her. Good.

“Disappointed?” Now she was trying to look angry, but the sadness was still strong in her eyes. “What gives you the right to be disappointed in me? I’m not the one who got herself captured by Robb Stark and then lost my hand.”

“No. You’re the one who raised our children to turn on us. I couldn’t be in their lives and Robert clearly didn’t give a shit. And you were too busy grabbing for power to notice how you were failing as a mother.”

He hadn’t meant for the words to slip out, but there they were and there was no going back now.

Cersei’s eyes grew wide. “How dare you?! I was a wonderful mother to our children!”

“Yes, of course. How could I forget Joffrey; the firstborn so spoiled and entitled that he could never assume his actions would have consequences. Such as when he chopped off Ned Stark’s head and plunged us into war. Or how he would have had Sansa beaten - possibly to death - by Meryn Trant if Tyrion hadn’t interrupted.”

“Don’t you bring that monster into this! He-”

“Yes, yes, he killed our father. And don’t bring up Joffrey’s death. You and I both know if that was Tyrion, he did the realm a favor by removing Joffrey as king. What about Myrcella? You and Joffrey created such a hostile environment she wasn’t even safe in King’s Landing. Your own daughter you claimed to love so much.”

Cersei slapped him, tears rolling down her face once he mentioned Myrcella. “Her death was Tyrion’s fault!”

Jaime didn’t even bother to rub his cheek. “Yes, Tyrion didn’t pick the best spot for Myrcella. But I know Tyrion adored those children. Don’t argue. Just because he spares you no love, doesn’t mean he didn’t love Myrcella and Tommen.”

“He hated Joffrey!”

Jaime rolled his eyes. “We all hated Joffrey except for you. And I believe that is only because he came out of you.”

She tried to slap him again, but this time he caught her wrist.

“And speaking of Tommen, I understand the need to get rid of your enemies. But from what I have heard, the Faith Militant is your fault. You were so desperate to get rid of Margaery Tyrell that you killed our son with grief and turned the Reach against us.”

“How dare you speak to me this way!”

Her cries caught the attention of The Mountain and he burst into the room. Jaime immediately let go of Cersei’s wrist and took a step back.

Cersei took a deep breath. “Clearly, the news of Rayn still being alive has clouded your mind and made you forget who you are. Ser Gregor, please remain outside my brother’s room until he remembers he’s a Lannister, not a Targaryen.”

Jaime kept his face neutral as Cersei left the room with Clegane right behind her. The door slammed shut and he knew that the massive zombie would be right outside his door.

That was fine with him. When he freed Tyrion from prison, he learned a few things from The Spider.

Grabbing his bag, he walked over to the fireplace in his room and gently pushed on the painting next to it. The wall opened up into a door and Jaime took a deep breath.

Ok, Rayn. Here I come.

Chapter 5

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maya-matlin · 8 months ago

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(TW tor rape mention)

So I think I saw you talk about this a while back, about how the Sav and Anya having sex was a disturbing since she lied to him about being on birth control. Do you think that it could technically qualify as rape that she did that. Cause Sav made it clear he didn’t think they’d be having sex and he didn’t bring protection so he likely wouldn’t have consented otherwise. I doubt this even crossed the writers minds as they could be very sketchy about male consent especially and they clearly wanted us to sympathize with Anya. I definitely don’t think she’d ever do something like that on purpose, and I guess her consequence was Sav dumping her, but again the writers tried to portray her as sympathetic and wrote it like Sav was the jerk for dumping her after taking her virginity. But that’s like the main reason their relationship never worked, they could never properly communicate or be honest with each other about anything. 95% of their relationship was one of them lying (and honestly…they tried to make it seem like Sav keeping her from his parents was this awful thing and while he may have not been entirely honest about it and it’s understandable that Anya was upset it wasn’t nearly as bad as Anya lying about being on the pill and then lying about being pregnant. Like Sav only didn’t tell his parents cause he knew it’d make their relationship harder. He’s still far from being the best boyfriend but as much as I do like Anya’s character and definitely believe she’s a good person at heart she was honestly worse in that relationship and I don’t think it’s talked about enough. And what makes me sad about it honestly is that this isn’t the last time they writers did something like this, and it was so underwritten and brushed off so easily that I didn’t even view it as disturbing until recently…I always knew it was a bad decision but it’s really so much more than that when you really look at it closely.

Honestly, yes. What Anya did to Sav technically falls under rape by deception. Sav only consented to sleeping with Anya because he was under the impression she was on birth control. Because he was unable to give his full, enthusiastic consent, I do think she violated him. Maybe not intentionally and with the full knowledge of the nuances of sexual consent, but Anya was fully aware that her lie is what allowed her to get Sav into bed that night. Even if we pretend that lying about being on birth control isn't a legal issue, it's a pretty fucked up thing to do to someone you're supposed to be in love with. Or fuck, anyone for that matter. It's a completely selfish and horrific thing to do. Degrassi halfway got this right? Once Sav finds out the truth, he's disturbed, no longer trusts Anya, and no longer wants to be in a relationship with her. His reactions are understandable and sympathetic. It's the least of what she deserved. But at the same time, yeah. We're supposed to sympathize with Anya. Based on how the episode played out with us seeing both Sav's (part 1) and Anya's (part 2) POV, I think the takeaway is supposed to be somewhere in the middle. Sav is sympathetic and understandable because of his parents' expectations. He's not choosing to keep their relationship a secret because he's an asshole and trying to disrespect Anya. He's doing it because the Bhandaris were strict parents who didn't want him to date anyone, especially not when they weren't Muslim. However, the lying to Anya and allowing her to believe his family is aware she's his girlfriend is also a problem. Anya is already pretty insecure and has a low self esteem. She puts so much emphasis on her love life and fully believes Sav is the one. So him constantly refusing to stand up to his parents for her kind of fucks with her head? Then suddenly, his arranged wife makes it clear she wants Sav for herself and is going to do what she can to undermine his relationship with Anya. The decision to sleep with Sav without protection in order to lock down their relationship (whether she was actively thinking about getting pregnant or not) was an impulsive one and definitely not something meant to harm Sav or make him feel violated. The thing is, that's what she did. Just because Anya's motivations leading up to the act were sympathetic doesn't absolve her from raping her boyfriend. In season 10, yeah. Any acknowledgement of what happened that night is completely gone. Sav just dumped Anya after they lost their virginity to each other. Her next act is to literally fake a pregnancy, albeit to help Holly J out. Somehow, Sav is charmed by this. What the actual fuck? It's complicated because the majority of teenage boys aren't brought up to believe that they can be sexually assaulted. Especially by a girl or woman. So for that reason, I have to believe Sav pushed down any conflicted feelings he had about their encounter and simply moved forward. I still don't think Sav being charmed makes any sense, though.

Anyways, yes! I struggle a lot with Anya now. It's taken several years for me to think critically about this story line partially because I didn't want to see it. She was one of my all time favorite characters for a long time. It's easy for me to call out Katie and Declan because their demeanors were very manipulative with both doing clear villainous things. Same with Owen, another character totally ruined for me after recent rewatches. There's very little redeemable there. But with Anya, you look at her and you don't think "rapist". You don't even think "manipulative" or necessarily a bad person. She's just so cute and relatable, right? She makes bad decisions and is kind of a disaster half the time, but she's still lovable. The issue is, she did a pretty unforgivable thing. Overall, Anya is a character that repeatedly has a weird relationship with honesty and does drastic things in the name of holding onto a man. Like somehow, she spends most of her last few weeks of high school dating Owen "#MeToo" Milligan after he sexually harassed Anya herself, forced himself on Alli, and committed hate crimes against Riley and Zane. It's a lot to overlook.

This is only tangentially related, but I can't help but compare Anya's behavior with Sav during those episodes to Zig's with Maya in #YesMeansYes. It's not an exact comparison because there's no birth control deception going on, but in both cases you have two desperate, insecure partners who just want to secure their relationships with their boyfriend/girlfriend and believe sex is the best way to do it. Zig never intended to scare Maya or violate her boundaries, but in trying to "be forceful" so that she'd want to sleep with him it led to the opposite outcome. Thankfully, Zig got the chance to correct this behavior and learned a lesson. Maya was given reassurance that she was safe with Zig and that he understood the importance of consent and how it works. But with Anya and Sav, there was no stopping it. Anya made this choice for both of them, and it was Sav who had to live with it.

Needless to say, it's appalling that Degrassi irresponsibly portrayed so many "grey area" sexual encounters throughout the years. Especially when they were either too uneducated or cowardly to explain exactly what was going on during these moments. Because to some degree, Sav, Holly J and Drew all suffered negative consequences for behavior that wasn't their fault. The fact it wasn't until Next Class that this behavior started to be corrected proves how important a franchise like Degrassi still is. Society is always changing, and we're still learning so much.

#Anonymous #rape tw

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grinninmoon-and-bloodsolar-blog · 3 months ago

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A Constant. A Reminder:

The Daycare was finally closed and “Solar” could finally go back his true form: BloodSolar or as she decided to rename herself, yet again Roseate. It was easier than to called “BloodSolar” all the time. He didn’t dwell on that much longer as the lights went out in the daycare, he took the cable and flew up to his and Grinnin’ shared space. She looked over to the room on the side to see Grinnin sleeping soundly, she was satisfied with that and headed to the nest bed he and Bloodmoon had “crafted”.

She scuttled into the nest, lying there looking up at the ceiling for a moment before finally powering down to sleep. He slept soundly and dreamless for a while, peacefully within his shared mind with his brother.

The peace did not last long as his dreamless yet peaceful sleep would turn into a nightmare that ate away at him.

He looked around to find himself in the daycare, lights on, cheesy theme playing but something felt off to him. In his old body. That was enough to set him more on edge. He looked the daycare bit, nothing seemed completely out of the ordinary, that was until he felt a presence. A looming angry presence, that was very oppressive, very volatile, and extremely familiar… He turned to faced with Moon. Who looked so angry and yet so far gone, it was frightening “M-Moon look, I know how you get when I’m here but listen I just needed-“ “SHUT. UP.” The way Moon sounded so calm despite the very apparent rage made him very uncomfortable “I am sick and tired of you. Your mere existence here sickens me. You being alive instead of Sun. INFURIATES ME” Moon began to walk closer and closer to him, but he backed away as best he could. “Moon I know sorry won’t cut it but please be reasonable here.”

Moon grits his teeth and had snapped fully after hearing him utter those words. Moon punches him hard in the face, causing him to double over in pain. Heading spinning, burning pain sweeps through his body. He looks up at Moon who looks menacing and now holding a crowbar; Moon really planned to kill him in such cruel slow way, he looked at Moon once again about to say something to try and convince Moon not to do something irrational but when Moon raised the had holding the crowbar, ready to swing down on him all the words has left him at he looked at Moon with pure terror. “Fight Back…” a voiced called as everything was now in slow motion, he looked around to try to find the source of the voice “Allow the power in. Fight Back. Do it. He deserves it. DO IT.” He pauses for a moment “Let me end this torment Brother” he hears the voice and it started to sound familiar. He sighs and nods, letting the other take control of the situation.

…He blinks, Moon was now on the ground, a completely gory mess. The other had been quick and swift. He looks at the corpse of Moon, looking at it quite sadden. “You can look sad all you want…but you enjoyed killing me” he stilled and really looked at Moon’s corpse “Admit it. Eclipse. You enjoyed watching me die. You got your sadistic wish. I’m dead, you’ve killed me. And you enjoyed it” he began to back away from the corpse, to his surprise it woke up and began crawling to his “You enjoyed it. You know you did. Admit it. You wanted to kill me. You killed me. You got a sadistic glee out watching me die.” He has backed himself into a corner as corpse drew close simply shouting “admit it, Admit it, Admit It, ADMIT It, ADMIT IT, A D M I T I T”

Roseate shot up from his sleep with silent panic. She looked around the room, she was safe. He was still incredibly ridged after such a horrible nightmare. She sat in silence, unable to speak just staring off into space “Other…you awoke in panic…why?” He jumps a bit but calms down knowing her brother’s voice “I…just had a nightmare Bloody, m’fine” he knew Bloodmoon didn’t believe him but his brother didn’t pester him about it and went back to sleep.

#whismyswirl daycare #tsams oc #tsams oc roseate #bloodsolar #tsams solar #tsams au

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moa-broke-me · 1 year ago

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So since you're taking a break, I figured I'd fill in a little:

Faith gestured Luke closer, and he sighed, looking down at Nico, before over at Percy. "... Can you take him?" He asked.

Percy smiled a little, holding his hands out, carefully lowering Nico onto his lap. He loved this kid so much, more than he could put into words. And he wanted to prove to him that he could be trusted. He tucked a stray hair behind Nico's ear, which caused him to stir a little. And no matter how he tried to get him back to sleep, his eyes opened anyway.

He pushed himself off of Percy and onto the bed. "No, get away!" He shouted. "I don't want you!" He felt himself tear up again. "Don't touch me, I don't want you lying to me again! Don't..." He burst into tears, unable to form sentences.

Percy sighed. "Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked gently.

Nico didn't seem to hear him, just curling up on his side and crying.

Percy didn't know what to do. He hated seeing the kid upset like this, but he was worried doing anything would just make him worse.

He reached into his bag, pulling out the pillow pet he held in there, just in case he had to spend the night somewhere, and offered it to the crying ten year old boy.

He paused, just for a second, before going ahead and taking it, burying his face in the plush bear. "Wh... Why are you being nice to me? I thought... I thought you were scared of me."

That just broke his heart. "Why would I be scared of you?"

"Because... My dad..." He burst into tears again. "... And my powers..." He looked up at his sworn enemy. "... You don't think I'm a monster?"

"No! No, of course not. Who told you that?"

He shrugged. "Th-they kept saying I'd never fit anywhere else. That if I went back to camp, then... Everyone would hate me." He sniffled. "I'm lucky they like me, at least."

"They? Who are they?"

"Everyone here. They don't think I'm bad."

Percy sighed a second time. "... I don't think you're bad either. And if anyone makes fun of you, I'm gonna make sure they regret it."

"... Why should I believe you?" He asked.

What a question. Why should this kid believe a single word that came out of his mouth?

Why should anyone?

Percy chewed the inside of his lip. "... Have I ever told you about my little brother?"

Nico sat up, newly interested. "... No."

"Well... He's a cyclops. And he's sweet, and brave, and strong. He's good at making things. But he's different, and because he's different, he got made fun of when he came to camp. And then they made fun of me for being related to him." He paused, looking down at his hands. "... I stood up for him. And I'll stand up for you."

Nico was fidgeting again, turning the skull ring around his finger. "... But he's your brother. I'm... Nobody."

"You're my friend." He offered. "Or, if you wanna be. I care about you, at least."

"... You do?"

"Of course I do. I've been looking all over for you, I was worried sick! I thought.... I thought something bad had happened to you."

"So... You're not mad at me? For running away? Or... Or for ending up here?"

Percy shook his head. "I'm just glad you're safe."

Once the situation was explained to Luke, he went to find Leo, looking all around camp. Eventually, he found him sulking in the snow. "... Hey, kid."

He looked up to find his former mentor, and glared at him. "What do you want?" He asked.

"I just wanna talk."

Leo huffed. "There's nothing to talk about."

"I think there is." He kneeled down to Leo and watched as he played with the snow. "...Faith, uh... Told me some stuff."

He looked up at Luke. "What stuff?"

"... That she knows I'm leaving." He admitted.

"I hope she broke up with you." He spat.

Luke sighed. "No, she... It's complicated." He admitted.

"She should've. I wouldn't want a boyfriend that kisses Olympus's ass like that."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I get it. The gods suck. But the titans aren't any better."

Leo stared down at the picture he had been drawing in the snow. "... My dad let me get almost beaten to death." He wasn't sure why he said it, but it was all he could think of. "A bunch of times. Six different fosters, they all ended up the same. Horrible. And my dad was right there, watching. And he never stepped in." He took a handful of snow and crushed it in his fist. "They can't be worse than that."

"I wouldn't bet on it. Besides... Nothing's really gonna change if they gain control. Is that really what you want? A huge upheaval that results in... Nothing?"

"Well, what are we supposed to do then!?"

"I don't know, but... We can't figure that out if we don't talk. So... Let's go to camp, and... We can talk."

Leo was skeptical. He'd never gone to this 'camp', he didn't know what the people there were like.

But... His best friend was going. And... If it ended up being bad, he wanted to be there to break him out.

He sighed. "... Ok."

Obrumbratio Scintillae

Chapter 5 -

Leo stormed out of the tent, Nico following close behind.

"Leo, what's wrong?"

"We're watching our leader turn against us, that's what!"

"They hurt you. You passed out. He's protecting us."

" 'Protecting us'?! What?! Like Agnus?!" Leo yelled and Nico glared. Agnus is a guy they trusted. They became friends and he used them, framed them for drug use.

"That's different." Nico said, sounding like he was going to cry.

"Oh, it's different! It's always different!" Leo yelled and Nico glared harder. He didn't know what that meant but he could tell he heard it a lot. Maybe he said it a lot. And he did. He's trusted over and over and over and they all ended up with him heartbroken. And he had that same feeling with Luke now. He's not ignoring it again.

"We can. Trust him." Leo had smoke coming from his arms but neither noticed.

"No! You can trust him! How am I supposed to trust a guy who used kids?! Percy deserved it but other ones?!"

"He saved my life! He just saved yours!"

"He probably only did it because he felt like he needed to!"

"He's been taking care of us!"

"Just like everyone else here! You think we're special?!"

"Woah woah woah boys!" Faith said running to them. She didn't hear anything they said except the last few sentences. And she saw the smoke coming from Leo. His arms, legs, hair. She heard commotion over here with swords and came over as fast as she could when she heard them arguing. She took a breath.

"Nico? Why don't you go see Luke? I need to talk with Leo." Nico stormed off to the tent wiping his tears and kicking rocks on the way. Faith looked back at Leo and sat in front of him.

"What?" He asked holding back tears. She pat the spot in front of her and he rolled his eyes but did what she said in an angrier way, knees to his chest, picking at the grass next to him.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Bullshit."

"Nothing!" He yelled and she sat quietly in concern. She waited until he was calmed down just a bit. The smoke clearing with each piece of grass he ripped out of the ground.

"You know I'd never hurt you. Right? You can talk to me." She said and it was a few seconds before Leo sighed.

"I met dad." He said and Faiths eyes widened.

"Oh! When?"

"In my dream." She smiled.

"Was I right?" And he laughed.

"Yeah you were right. It's 'Hephy'." He used finger quotes and frowned, wiping his tears and she frowned with him. She debated asking about the smoke but decided against it. Focus on helping him relax.

"What happened?"

"He watched. My entire life he watched and did nothing." He hugged his legs tighter. "And now Luke is leaving and you guys saw the smoke and I might have just ruined mine and Nicos friendship."

"No. No. You guys had an arguement. That happens sometimes. Friends have arguements. You just need to apologize and make up for it." She assured and he wiped his tears. Then she thought about the other things.

"And the smoke?"

"I... I don't have any control over it. If I get too worked up about anything it just comes out and I hate it. I always end up hurting someone."

"So you just... don't use it?"

"What if I lose control again?"

"Leo, it's better to use it more. The more you use it, the more practice you have with it. Learn to control it so you don't hurt the good people when you do use it."

"How?"

"I don't have any experience with powers but I can try."

"Maybe look in your archives and books. Boring, boring books."

"You read books."

"Fantasy books, ma'am. With action and adventure. Not text books." He said and she rolled her eyes with a smile. Especially at ma'am. Being Trans was really hard here. People respected her but only when they knew it was her. Anyone who didn't know her just immediately thought she was a guy. Short hair (all the woman had to cut their hair short due to the lack of supplies they had) taller, more muscular than a woman. She didn't have any satisfaction of any HRT or surgeries due to her family kicking her out as soon as she said those words, so her voice sounded "manly" too. When she told Luke he gave her immense support and loved her very much. She cried that night.

She shook her head knowing she was getting off topic. Then thought about Luke. About what Leo said about him.

"One more thing Leo." She asked and he

"What do you mean by Luke is leaving?" He told her what happened since he woke up and she stared in heartbreak. "I'll uh... I'll talk to him and we can come up with something." She said when he finished explaining.

"But, for now, why don't you go to bed? It's late and we're all tired. We'll talk in the morning okay?" She asked and he nodded before hugging her. Which surprised her. He didn't let anyone else but Nico touch him unless they needed to. He trusted her. She smiled and hugged back. They lasted for about a minute before he left for bed and she walked to the tent.

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Nico went back to the tent trying to calm himself down but the tears just kept coming. He closed his eyes and imagined he was with Bianca. Maybe at a beach.

"Nico?" Luke asked in concern. No. He was with Luke. "What happened?" He asked and Nico hugged him for comfort. He did that a lot. Luke or Leo or Faith whoever is closest to him. He just asks for comfort and they gladly give it to him. Luke hugged back and started rubbing his head.

"Me and Leo had a fight."

"About what?"

"He doesn't trust you. I just don't get it. You saved us. And you're trying to protect us, why doesn't he get that?!" He started shaking and his breathing was getting faster and he couldn't stop crying.

"Nico? Nico, it's okay. I'm right here. Breathe. In... and out. In... and out." He followed his instructions and was sitting next to him, leaning his head on his arm in a few minutes. He was too small to reach his shoulder. Kronos groaned in his head and mumbled cursesat Luke.

"Nico, he doesn't have to trust me. He can do whatever he wants."

"I know I just..."

"You want us to be friends?"

"Yeah..." Luke loved how sweet he was. No matter what shit the others said about them they always proved them wrong. Another reason to leave.

"Nico, you can't change peoples minds about some things. You can't force him to trust me. And honestly I don't blame him. I wouldn't if I learned someone I loved hurt other people before. What stops them from doing it again? Besides when I go back to Camp they'll probably kick my butt. And guess what? I deserve it. Immensly." He said sadly and looked at Percy. Nico was half asleep on him. He had a long day today with the worrying and the arguing and the panic attack. So Luke took this time to talk to Percy.

"I'm really sorry. I don't think I can convince you guys to trust me again, I just... I want you to know that I..."

Don't say it.

"I was... wrong." Percy was about to say something when someone walked into the tent and they looked over. Faith looked at Luke with a weird expression. She looked hurt.

"We need to talk."

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I know you guys have been waiting I am working on it don't worry!! Also yes, Faith is Trans! We don't have enough Trans girls and I want to show my appreciation for them! They're all gorgeous and smart and funny and I love you all!! Here you guys go!!

@moa-broke-me @yonemurishiroku @pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid @potatoman-taterdude @the-demigod-slytherclaw @im-always-lost-in-a-book @stillcarmine @art-randomness @cryptic-ember

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anxiousstark · 2 years ago

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I Don't Want to Miss a Thing | Eddie Munson

A/N: I apologise if this is written well enough to make anyone weep. Please contact my lawyer, and I will be held accountable for any harm I may have caused to your mental health.

Based on the song by Aerosmith, which has shattered many hearts and will continue to do so in a very beautiful way. Listen to it while reading if possible.

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of blood and death. (I’m so sorry). First time I write for Eddie.

Word Count: 21K.

If you guys see my works in other websites, let me know, please. I only have Tumblr.

BIG MASTERLIST

I could stay awake just to hear you breathing

Eddie sat in an old wooden chair, elbows resting on his knees and hands cupping his face as he observed you, half-naked, lying on his bed. The sheet, in his opinion, covered too much of your flesh. He wished to be a gifted painter, yearning to capture how the sun caressed your skin and how your hair was scattered across his pillow.

You looked ravishing, but was there ever a time when Eddie didn't think you were drop-dead gorgeous? Obviously not. He was certain that when you accepted his invitation to a date, he had been the luckiest guy alive. He could have the worst luck in the world and yet feel like the most fortunate man if it meant you were his and he was yours.

Watch you smile while you are sleeping

His gaze ceased to travel all over your body when your mouth twitched, causing him to chuckle. Such a slight movement encouraged him to return to bed with you and softly wake you up, fingers caressing your bare arms as his lips brushed across your brow.

While you're far away and dreaming

Nonetheless, he remained in the chair for a few more minutes, unable to tear his gaze away from you, ensuring that any emotion on your face was one of contentment and calm, guaranteeing that you were having a pleasant dream and that nothing was bothering you.

I could spend my life in this sweet surrender

You grumbled and shifted slightly, your face smashed against his pillow. Your left hand vanished beneath your cheek while your right wandered across the sheets, looking for the guy you'd become used to waking up with, and when you were greeted with air, a scowl formed between your brows. Eddie saw it and swiftly climbed into bed, lying on his back with his head turned towards you. He took your hand and placed it on his naked chest, which made you sigh in pleasure, soothing you and erasing the frown as you felt the warmth of his skin and the presence of the person you loved the most in this world.

I could stay lost in this moment forever

As his eyes strayed, his fingers delicately touched the length of the arm that rested on his chest. Eddie Munson could give a thorough description of you. He knew how long your eyelashes were, your skin tone, etc. Yet, he never missed the chance to admire everything he had already memorised as good as the back of his hand.

Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure

Eddie would stay in his tiny and filthy trailer his whole life if it wasn't for the desire to provide you with life beyond it. Laying with you on his old mattress, luring you into the sweetest dream conceivable and appreciating your beauty.

What a shame he would never get to experience this again.

Don't want to close my eyes

Please, no, no, no.

He choked on his blood. Dustin yelled, assuring him that he would be okay, but the tears that spilt from both of their eyes appeared to indicate that they knew they were only attempting to console each other because Eddie had no chance of surviving this.

I don't want to fall asleep

He wanted to learn more about Steve. He thought they could become good friends. Plus, he wanted to play more D&D and spend more time with the kids, especially with Dustin. He liked everyone and believed he didn't spend enough time with them, but he couldn't do anything about it.

'Cause I'd miss you baby

His eyesight became much more blurred as he cried. "Oh fuck no," he sobbed, clutching Dustin's jacket. "No way, no way. I'm going to miss it." You had bought this lovely red gown, but you hadn't let him see it because you wanted to surprise him on your graduation day, yet Eddie was convinced you'd look stunning. And fuck, he had been dreaming about graduating with you. "I won't be there to see her graduate." He thought of you first, like he usually did.

And I don't want to miss a thing

"You will be there, Eddie." No, he'd miss it. He would not graduate. He would not see you grinning and waving your diploma at him. He would not be able to wave at his principal and wear his Hellfire shirt to fuck around.

'Cause even when I dream of you

"She," he choked even harder. "Dustin, she'll look stunning. I know it." His gaze was drawn to the black sky. Those bats. Those motherfuckers. "I really..." he added, pausing. Speaking was becoming very difficult. Breathing was getting even more complicated. "I was hoping to graduate with her." His pal nodded, knowing that was his most desired dream. Eddie had taken classes after school to improve his grades and graduate. It was going to be his year. His year with you.

The sweetest dream will never do

"Steve!" The younger boy wailed as he saw his companion becoming weaker and weaker.

"I wanted to be a b-better guy." He chuckled. "Give her the entire world."

"You are going to give it to her." He muttered, his gaze averted. "PLEASE, STEVE!"

"I had planned to m-marry her. I've never t-t-thought about marriage, but I'd marry her in a h-heartbeat." He smiled, revealing his bloodied teeth. "You were s-supposed to be the best man."

Dustin Henderson had never sobbed so hard in his life as he did that day.

I'd still miss you baby

Your heart rate increased as you heard Dustin's cries.

After all the battling you had done next to Steve and Robin, you felt lightheaded. Your face was undoubtedly covered with grime and sweat. "What is happening there?" Even if you couldn't see Dustin and Eddie's shapes from a distance, you could still make out the colours by squinting your eyes. But you were unable to see your boyfriend.

Steve gasped, "Oh fuck."

"What?" You took a quick glimpse at him, cocking your head slightly so you could look into his face. "What, Steve." In an effort to get his attention, you grabbed hold of his shirt. "What is happening?"

He looked down, catching your gaze. "I think Eddie is hurt." That was enough. Those words prompted you to sprint as fast as you could, ignoring the stabbing pain in your right leg.

"Please let him be okay." Were the words you mumbled as you limped to them. Words that swiftly became tears as you caught Eddie laying on Dustin's knees, who continued to cry, this time gazing at you and wailing harder. "Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. You're okay." You knelt on his opposite side, and his eyes lit up as soon as he saw you.

"Hi, sweetheart." Your heart skipped a beat due to your favourite pet name. But it also skipped a beat because of how pale he was and the blood staining his shirt and lips.

And I don't want to miss a thing

"Hi," you whispered, tears welling in your eyes. Your left hand had gone behind his head, your fingertips stroking his scalp while your right hand was unsure where to rest. It eventually grabbed one of his hands and placed it on his chest, fingers intertwined. "It's okay. We are going to take you out of here, and we will-.”

Eddie cut you off. "I'm g-g-oing to miss it." He chuckled, but his demeanour and tone were sorrowful. His hand tried hard to grip yours. "I'll be missing our g-graduation." As he scrutinised your face, he coughed, tears welling in his eyes.

Lying close to you, feeling your heart beating

"No, you will not." You sobbed. "You will be there. I'll make sure you get out of here," You spoke fast so as not to be stopped by remarks you didn't want to hear. "And then we'll graduate together, look terrific, and do everything we said we'd do. Everything we have in store for the future. A future together."

As his other hand clasped your arm, his eyes began to close. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

"Stop talking, Eddie." You wept and shook your head. "Don't do it. Don't say something like that."

And I'm wondering what you're dreaming

"Listen," His hand moved up, grasping the back of your neck and forcing you to come in closer. "I'm r-really proud of you." No. That annoyed you. You both despised and yearned to hear those words. Eddie Munson always told you how proud he was of you because he knew you needed it and because he was honestly proud of everything you accomplished and pleased to call you his girl. "And you're going to look s-s-stunning in your red dress. I wish I could s-see it with all my heart." You opened your mouth to respond, but he cut you off by turning his head to look at Dustin. "D-Dustin."

Wondering if it's me you're seeing

The youngster was still sobbing. Tears streamed down his cheeks, turning his face bright crimson. "Yes?" The single word was a gasp.

"I trust y-you to lo-look after her, okay?" His remark made you both weep even harder, your body nuzzling closer to Eddie's. "I have f-faith in you t-t-two to look after each other and t-the others." Dustin simply nodded. "I think y-you would be an e-excellent Master as well." That statement was too much for the kid, who began begging him to remain silent and not leave them. "Th-thank you for helping m-me and trusting me. Y-y-you hear me?"

"Eddie..." You cried out.

Then I kiss your eyes

His gaze returned to you for one last time. "Y/N, k-kiss me." You shook your head, not because you didn't want to kiss him, but because you were afraid that it would be the last time. "P-please, please, please. I love you s-so much. Please kiss me."

And thank God we're together

You leaned closer to his face as his hand travelled from the back of your neck to your cheek, thumb wiping away some of your tears. Then you mashed your lips against his, feeling him open his mouth for a few seconds so his tongue could brush yours. His hand slid to the back of your head again, pulling you closer to him as your lips stayed connected.

And I just want to stay with you in this moment forever

It happened slowly yet instantaneously for you. His hand weakened and fell limp to the ground. Your lips were still linked, and as you lost his touch, you opened your eyes to see his closed. "No way, no, no." You pecked his lips a few times, looking for a response, hands on his cheeks. "Please, Eddie. I don't know what to do without you. Eddie, please. Please do not leave me." You yelled. "Please, Eddie, I love you. Please."

Forever and ever

"Y/N," Dustin shouted your name, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"No," you said, shaking your head. Your gaze remained fixed on Eddie Munson, the love of your life. "No!"

I don't want to close my eyes

Someone's hands grabbed you. "We have to go Y/N," Steve. Steve's voice was heard. "We have to get out of here!" Because you didn't appear to be listening, other hands grabbed you and pulled you away from him.

"Do not fuck with me." You moved, fiercely shaking their hands away from your body. "I'm not going to leave him here."

"Y/N!"

"No!" You spun around to face them. Your head and heart were pounding. "I'm going to take him back even if it kills me." Everyone gazed at you, aware yet unable to comprehend your anguish. They had not lost the person they loved the most.

"All right, all right," Steve started to grab Eddie, but you stopped him.

"I carry him. You help."

I don't want to fall asleep

Everyone was afraid to say anything else. You had lost the love of your life, and you had all these plans together. Graduating, earning some more money, and buying a house away from Hawkins. One with enough space to welcome everyone since you'd be miserable without your friends, especially Eddie.

You had mentioned adopting a dog. You had discussed having children in the future, and even if you two had never considered marriage, you would have married Eddie in a heartbeat.

'Cause I'd miss you baby

Steve stared at the back of your head, unable to look at the body you were so eager to carry on your back.

If only you'd known Eddie had bought a ring. One to give to you on your graduation day. One pledging to marry you as soon as you had a stable income.

A ring Steve kept since Eddie was worried you'd discover it as you spent all day in his trailer.

And I don't want to miss a thing

Hope you enjoyed <3

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scarofthewind · 4 years ago

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Slashers x Reader || Couch

Prompt: The slashers reaction to their s/o sleeping on the couch after a fight

A/N: hehehehe, this is sort of angsty and I hope you enjoy this hurt comfort garbage fire I have created.

Warnings: Angst, fluff

word count: 1.5k Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Who squeezes themselves onto the couch with you:

Bubba Sawyer: You stare at his back as he storm’s off, tears filling your eyes as a sob leaves your lips. You’d never fought with Bubba and you know that you’ll get over it but right now you both needed space. With the sun set and the moon in the sky, you made your bed on the couch, trying to make the cushions comfortable but you knew your back would ache in the morning as sleep overtook you. Bubba paced the bedroom, waiting for you to come in and go to bed; when you didn’t, he went looking for you, his heart aching at the sight of you bundled up on the couch. “Bubba?” You ask tiredly as you awake to find him scooching around the couch to lay with you. You hear him mumble an ‘I’m sorry’, before you hum one back, nestling into his chest and finding a much better sleep.

Norman Bates: The door that slammed shut in your face was loud and it made you wonder if this relationship was worth it. With tears strolling down your face, you walk to the living room with a heavy heart and lay down, trying to keep your sobs quiet. Norman had never yelled like that and you would be lying if you said it didn’t scare you a bit; you knew it would only be a matter of time before he apologized though, and you eventually drifted off to sleep on the scratchy couch. Norman couldn’t sleep until he knew you were okay so he made his way to check on you a few hours later only to see you curled up on the couch. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered to your sleeping form. With gentle hands, he grabbed a blanket and slid behind you, draping the object over you and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Vincent Sinclair: You stared at the mess Vincent had created by angrily knocking over a few of his wax figures after a nasty fight you two had. With watery eyes, you cleaned up the broken people the best you could, all while telling yourself that everything was going to be okay. When Vincent came down from the bedroom to look for you once the sun went down, he spotted you on the couch and immediatley felt his heart sink. “You didn’t have to clean up my mess,” he told you softly after you woke up to him squeezing next to you on the couch. “I’m very sorry I yelled at you. I swear I won’t do that again,” he continued, cupping your tear stained face gently in his hands before placing a kiss to your lips and letting you fall asleep in the comfort of his arms.

Who takes you back to the bedroom:

Thomas Hewitt: The screen door bounced back with how hard Thomas slammed it as he bounded off the porch, leaving you with tears running down your face and your heart aching at his words. You decided that removing yourself from his presence would be better than confronting him about the fight so you made a home on the couch, finding that sleep was the most comfort you’d felt all day. When Thomas came back inside, he didn’t even see you on the couch as he walked upstairs, ready to apologize and tell you a million times that he loved you. However, when he didn’t see you in the bed, he panicked, beginning to search for you before catching your sleeping figure from the corner of his eye. You only woke up when he was setting you down on the bed, pulling the covers up your body and placing a kiss to your head, “We’ll talk in the morning alright? Just get some sleep and know that I love you more than anything,” he said in a hushed whisper, watching you nod a bit before letting sleep take over once more.

Bo Sinclair: All you could see was the image of him yelling in your face, every time you closed your eyes. Your head thumped with a migraine and you felt like you couldn’t produce any more tears for a lifetime with how hard you cried. Fights with Bo weren’t uncommon, but they were never this bad. All you could do was hope that he didn’t mean what he said and find some peace in the sleep that enveloped you. A few hours later, Bo sat up in bed, panicking at the feeling of you not there and practically running through the house to find you curled up on the couch. “I’m sorry I said all those things, you know I didn’t mean any of it. Please come to bed, I can’t sleep without you,” he mumbled to you after he shook you awake. With a small nod, you let him pick you up and carry you back to the bedroom.

Jason Voorhees: You were sure you’d never cried that hard in your life. Jason was unable to say things but you knew him like the back of your hand and gestures and looks were enough to have one of the biggest fights you two ever had. After he stormed out of the cabin, you let yourself fall on the couch, crying so hard it eventually put you to sleep. When Jason finally returns to the cabin, he is quiet, knowing that you’re probably asleep; he tells himself that he’ll just sleep on the couch to avoid confrontation until the morning but when he sees you sleeping there with swollen eyes and a runny nose, he feels his stomach drop. Carefully, he picks you up and takes you to the bedroom, getting you settled in the bed before trying to leave, only stopping when he realizes your holding onto his jacket. “Please stay, I need you here with me right now,” you sniffle and he makes a high pitched whimpering noise before kicking his shoes off and moving next to you in the bed, pressing soft kisses to your face and pulling you close.

Who leaves you there but apologizes in the morning:

Brahms Heelshire: When he first wakes up, Brahms doesn’t remember what happened at all and only comprehends that you’re not laying next to him like you usually are. With haste, he makes his way downstairs, stopping halfway on the last step as all of what happened last night comes to him. All the memories of him yelling at you and you crying while he stormed off made him panic even more, the thought of you leaving him only sending him into a frenzy. He almost takes out a fake plant in the living room as he halts in his search, spotting you curled up on the couch with a blanket and a tissue box. “I’m so sorry, my love,” he tells you when you wake up to him pulling you close and running his fingers through your hair. “I didn’t mean any of it, I promise you,” Brahms continues, feeling your hands clench the back of his cardigan as he holds you against him.

Michael Myers: With how many times he’s been forced to sleep on the couch, he knows it’s uncomfortable. Michael thinks you’re being stubborn with not coming to bed after another fight you two have but when he wakes up the next morning, he realizes all the things he said and doesn’t blame you for avoiding him. With heavy feet, he drags himself down the stairs to the couch where you were curled up on; balled up tissues on the floor around you and the blanket halfway on the ground. With a deep breath he gently shakes you away, watching your eyes flutter open before you move to sit up, “I’m sorry about what I said.” Michael apologized and you nodded, knowing that’s all you were going to get out of him. “If you’re sore I can rub your back,” he adds, grimacing in remembrance of how a night on the couch felt to his muscles. When you oblige to his offer, he moves you around, letting his back be pressed into the cushions while you lay atop him, his hands kneading into the skin of your back lovingly.

Charles Lee Ray: His head hurts when he wakes up, remnants of the fight you two had, still playing in his head like a record. Charles barely got any sleep without you next to him, but he was too prideful to stop you from sleeping on the couch. Quietly, he got up and went to the living room, looking over to the couch to your sleeping form before grabbing his keys and heading out the door. When you wake up to the front door being opened, you sit up and watch your lover bring in donuts and coffee as a peace offering. “You know I didn’t mean any of the things I said, right?” He asks, watching you nod slowly before pressing a kiss to your lips. “Good, ‘cause I love you and I’m sorry for yelling at you like that. Now, do you want your eggs scrambled or sunny side up?” You rub your eyes at the sight of him getting the eggs from the refrigerator, making sure you weren’t still dreaming before you give him your answer.

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retrievablememories · 4 years ago

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three’s company | kai & taemin (m)

title: three’s company pairing: taemin x reader x kai genre: smut, fwb request: “hello!! can I req a kai and taemin with female reader smut fic?” word count: 4.4k warnings: MMF threesome, oral (female and male receiving), deep throating, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t try at home 🚫), cumshots, some spanking, taemin has dom tendencies, the aftercare is a bit lacking i think sjdfklfsk a/n: i have not written a proper threesome fic in so long, this didn’t come as easy to me as i thought it would 🤧

at the beginning of the fic—if you don’t know about taemin’s infamous slippers here are some references lol

“Open the door for your best friends!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Taemin’s head peeks through the crack in his front door only a few seconds later, and he grins at the sight of you and Kai standing on his front step, overnight bags in hand. “Took you long enough.”

“We would’ve got here sooner if Y/N didn’t take a hundred years to find her favorite slippers,” Kai says, snorting.

“I can’t go anywhere without them, they’re part of my bedtime routine,” you protest, stepping inside as Taemin opens the door wider for the two of you to come in. “And I am not wearing Taemin’s rat fur shoes as a consolation prize like he tried to make me do last time.”

Taemin rolls his eyes at your complaint. “Rat fur slippers or not, you have no problem stealing all my other clothes.”

“It’s not my fault your clothes are so cozy.”

“You say that every time you steal our stuff,” Kai points out, walking past you both to make himself comfortable on Taemin’s couch. “How many of my poor hoodies are hanging up in your closet, never to be worn by me again?”

“Just the right amount,” you insist, dropping your bag to the floor and jumping onto the couch with Kai, splaying yourself across his legs and the couch cushions. He grins at you like you’re an overexcited kid and leans against the back of the couch.

“You’re so goofy. I hope you don’t plan on having me take care of you all weekend like the last time you ate too much sugar and crashed like hell,” Kai says, tapping his finger on your forehead and making you swat his hand away.

“No, I’m not gonna do that again...I don’t need to be babysat, Jongin!”

Taemin passes by the two of you on the couch and pinches your thigh as he goes; fortunately for him, he’s fast enough to escape a slap from you. “Don’t worry...even if it does happen, we’ll take good care of you.” He leaves with a joking smile as he goes into the other room, though the teasing note in his tone makes you wonder for a brief moment.

—

A few hours later, the three of you are in the kitchen preparing snacks for your movie night—which usually ends up with you and Kai doing most of the work because Taemin tends to be a mess in the kitchen. Kai’s phone pings from the living room, and he leaves the both of you alone to go check what it is. Taemin sidles up to your side as soon as Kai exits the room, and you give him a questioning look when his arm goes around your waist.

“What do you want,” you deadpan.

“Don’t be so mean to me.” His tone is playful, but the lips at your ear are not so innocent. “We haven’t even seen each other in a while.”

“I know, which is why I’m astounded at your inability to keep it in your pants. You should’ve had plenty of practice by now.” Taemin gives an amused laugh, his eyes watching the doorway the entire time, and while the coast is still clear he takes the opportunity to press his hot lips against your neck. You shy away from him, but only because you don’t want to get caught.

One game of Truth or Dare with Taemin more than a year ago had gotten out of hand—a game the three of you usually played together, but Kai had been busy with EXO’s promotions for Obsession at the time—and the next thing you knew, you were sleeping with one of your good friends.

You knew that friends-with-benefits arrangements often ended in flames—you’d seen it happen too often with your other friends and their sexual partners—but you didn’t regret anything about the situation. You both enjoyed the sex, and it hadn’t managed to ruin your friendship, so neither of you saw any real reason to stop. No regrets—except for maybe the fact that you were keeping it secret from Kai.

It was Taemin’s suggestion and you went along with it, though you weren’t really sure what difference it made. He always acted as if letting the younger man know would be too much shock for him to take, or maybe he’d find it awkward to continue hanging out with you two, which you found ridiculous (it turned out fine with him, why did it need to be kept from Kai?) but you weren’t interested in arguing about it.

Taemin looks like he’s about to say something else, but he’s suddenly zipping away from your side just as quick as he came. You see the reason why when Kai walks back into the room seconds later, seemingly unaware of Taemin’s earlier antics. You screw up your mouth and glare at Taemin for almost getting caught when all this secrecy was his idea.

Kai raises his eyebrows. “What’s wrong? Don’t tell me Taemin is bothering you again.”

“When is he not?”

“Stop pretending like you don’t love it.” Taemin pulls out aegyo that makes both you and Kai cringe like you’ve been stung. Taemin laughs at both your expressions, though he’s also a bit embarrassed for even trying to use the cute card on you; you rarely fell for those tricks of his.

Kai shakes his head. “This is going to be a long weekend.”

—

Despite Taemin having more than enough space in his home to host all three of you in your own rooms, you all end up in Taemin’s bed when you decide to turn in for the night. Kai swore he was only stopping in to talk before going back to his own room, but he never left his side of the bed even after the overhead lights were turned out. You lie in between the two men the whole time, enjoying their body heat on either side of you and the comfort of having them nearby.

Kai is already knocked out on your left, but Taemin remains awake, his eyes sparkling with devilment in the dark. He angles his body more towards you, lying on his side, and you mean to ask what he’s doing and why he’s not asleep yet when his hand lands on your thigh.

Your lips part and your mouth moves aimlessly for a few moments as his hand works up and down your thigh, warming you up. “Jongin…” you finally whisper, and both of you know that you speaking the other man’s name is not you trying to call out for him—it’s a warning.

“...is asleep,” Taemin says, unfazed.

“This is wrong,” you mutter, but you don’t make a move to stop him when his hand comes closer to the space between your thighs. Taemin brushes his fingers across your pubic mound as he reaches his hand over to your other thigh, teasing you. “You were the one who wanted to keep all this hidden. Remember that.”

“Correct,” he responds, still sounding perfectly casual about the entire situation. “And we still can, if you just be quiet for a little while and let me do this.”

“Can’t you wait until later?” Your voice comes out strained. When his hand inches closer to your inner thigh again, you don’t know whether you want to ask him to stop for his own good or go further. “Like when he’s in the shower or something?”

Taemin slides his hand fully between your legs now, the heel of his palm rubbing against your clit. “I have to touch you.” He says it like he doesn’t know what will happen to him if he doesn’t get the opportunity now. The tinge of neediness in his voice breaks something inside you and makes you want to relent without a single question more.

The sudden movement of his palm on the most sensitive part of your body causes you to jerk, and your elbow hits Kai right in the side by accident. For a tense moment, you think maybe you haven’t woken him, but then he grumbles and gently shoves you back. “Why are you elbowing me?” he murmurs, and then you freeze when he turns his head and opens his eyes to look at you. His eyes are only cracked halfway, but even in the dim room you know there is a good chance he can see how Taemin’s hand is now halfway tucked into your sleep pants as he begins his descent into your underwear. You stay stock-still as if that’ll make him unable to see you, which feels as ridiculous as it sounds.

“I-it was an accident, sorry,” you stammer. Kai doesn’t respond right away, too busy blinking his eyes against the dark. Then he says,

“If you two are going to do that, go in another room.” He scoffs and turns over, and you’re mortified. He sounded completely nonchalant about finding the two of you in a compromising position, which makes you wonder; does he somehow already know about the arrangement you two have? Maybe neither of you were ever really as sneaky as you’d thought.

“You should join us,” Taemin suggests, throwing yet another wrench into the situation. Kai’s body stiffens beside you, and there’s silence before he faces you both again.

“Join?”

“Aren’t you being a little—”

“Yes, join.” Taemin interrupts you, and you roll your eyes, pinching his arm. “Don’t pretend like you haven’t thought about it before.”

“What does that mean?” you blurt out, jerking your head to look at Taemin. What secrets have they been keeping from you? Kai looks equally bewildered, which makes you more confused.

“I—when have I suggested anything like that?” Kai argues, though his voice is uncertain.

“You don’t have to. You are easy to read, Jongin.” Kai makes a disapproving noise at Taemin’s statement.

“Easy to read? What about you thinking you were being sneaky with Y/N this whole time—”

“Well, I thought we were pretty damn clever—”

“Look, if you two are just going to go back and forth, I’m going to sleep—”

“Fine. Let me join, then.” You want to complain at being interrupted again, but Kai’s words make you pause. And then his eyes drift over to you, his face turning towards yours on the pillow and his voice becoming more yielding. “If you’re okay with it.”

You feel a bit winded, never really expecting him to say yes. But now here it is, out in the open and waiting for you to take hold of it—or shun it away. You also know yourself well enough to understand the second choice isn’t even an option for you. Taemin waits in silence to see what your answer will be, though the corner of his mouth is already lifting in a smirk because he can take a good guess.

“Okay. Then let’s do it.”

With your acceptance, there’s a tense pause as everyone waits to see what the other will do first.

Taemin makes the first move by sliding his hand the rest of the way into your underwear, his fingers dipping down to feel you. You’re not as wet as he’d like yet, which he immediately seeks to remedy by rubbing your clit and bringing his plush lips to your exposed collarbone.

“Kiss her,” Taemin says in between laying kisses of his own across your chest. Kai stays still for a moment longer, and you wonder if he’s regretting this decision, but when you glance up at him his eyes are glued to where Taemin’s hand is moving beneath your pajamas. Finally, he tears his stare away from the scene playing out in front of him and meets your gaze, coming closer to press his mouth on yours.

More often than not, Taemin’s kisses are heated and frantic, as if he can never kiss you enough—which is not to knock his experience or skill, because he has more than enough to satisfy you—but Kai is soft and slow against your mouth, kissing you deeply and intensely like he might not get to do it again.

Taemin laughs quietly against your neck at how you grow wetter beneath his fingers from this one kiss.

Kai’s touch is a little more tentative because he hasn’t done this with you before, but his hands go to the hem of your shirt. He goes underneath the fabric, pushing it up your stomach along the way, to touch your breasts. Your nipples harden at his touch, and he rolls them between his deft fingers. It doesn’t take long for him to begin desiring more contact, and he shoves your shirt up above your chest, lowering his head to take a nipple into his mouth.

Taemin situates himself further down to let Kai have his way with your upper body and introduces one of his fingers into you, sliding the slender digit inside and crooking it up to find that soft spot. You twitch around him, your thighs tensing and flexing, and he keeps his lips pressed close to your hips, biting the skin there and then dragging his tongue across the places he’s just irritated. You’re already feeling overwhelmed at having both men pleasure you at the same time, and you’re not sure how you’re going to make it through the rest of the night.

Your pulse races against Kai’s mouth as his kisses travel to your neck, making you shiver. “Does that feel good?” Kai asks, his voice low, and you nod without a second thought. You belatedly realize he’s referring to Taemin's actions when you notice his eyes have drifted below the waist again. He seems entranced with the way Taemin fingers you, or maybe he just wants a turn for himself.

“It does,” you say, as if your nod wasn’t confirmation enough. Your words trail out of you in a breathless whisper. Kai soon shifts lower down your body just as Taemin eases another finger into you, which makes you moan softly. You think your heart might beat out of your chest when Kai settles himself beside Taemin, and you can guess what’s about to happen.

“Are you going to have her all to yourself?” Kai remarks, his tone joking.

“I was here first.” Taemin grins deviously, but he shuffles over to make more room for Kai between your legs.

As Taemin keeps moving his fingers inside you, brushing them against your g-spot and making you moan desperately, Kai lowers his head and drags his tongue over your clit. You gasp sharply at this brand-new sensation; the sight of it is even more erotic than you could’ve imagined. Kai wraps his mouth around your sensitive clit and Taemin observes closely as the other man sucks and licks into you. Though Taemin sometimes likes to pretend he isn’t as easily aroused as you know he can be, he can’t hide the way his breaths grow rushed and his face becomes more flushed.

The soft but intense sucking of Kai’s mouth and the smooth strokes of Taemin’s fingers have you careening off the edge faster than you anticipated, and your legs scrabble against the sheets as you toss and turn in the tide of a strong orgasm.

Kai comes back to your upper body when he’s finished, leaning in close to where your head rests on the pillow. Your chest heaves as you try to regain your breath. He smiles down at your supine figure, pressing another kiss to your lips. “You’re so sweet,” he murmurs against the seam of your mouth, and he slides his tongue in to let you taste yourself even more deeply.

Between kisses, Kai pulls your shirt the rest of the way off. You end up doing the same for him—with his help—and you run your hands over the newly exposed skin, feeling the soft but firm ridges of his abs underneath your palms. The length of his cock presses against his sleep pants, half-hard and still rising. Somewhere below you, Taemin removes your panties and pajama pants from around your ankles, and even though you feel spent, your body is already reacting to the idea of him pressing your legs open wider and pushing into you.

“Turn on your stomach,” Taemin instructs, though he’s already grabbing your hips and shifting you over before you can do it yourself. He doesn’t miss the opportunity to palm your ass as he does, his digits dipping down between your legs like he’s going to start fingering you again. Some nights, he can spend forever doing just that—pulling you apart with his hands and mouth and denying you his dick until he finally feels like giving it to you.

His plans for tonight are a little different, though.

Taemin taps your lower back and says, “I think you know what to do.” You can’t see his face, but he must be giving Kai a certain look because the other man smirks, shaking his head.

“Come closer,” you say to Kai, because just as Taemin predicted, you know exactly what he expects you to do. You run your fingers up the length of Kai’s strong thighs, feeling the hard muscle of them and bringing your hands up higher to caress the bulge straining against his pants. Kai’s eyes grow heavier as he watches you palm his dick, and he settles himself in front of you with his legs spread.

You could probably occupy yourself all night with pulling reactions out of him and teasing him, getting to know what he likes and making him drip sticky precum down your hand. You are too eager to see his dick and feel him in your mouth, however, so you drag the waistband of his pants and underwear lower to bring it out. It’s thicker than Taemin’s, pretty and tan with prominent veins, and you can only imagine how it’s going to feel once he actually gets inside of you. Kai watches you with burning eyes as you grip the base in your hand and get his dick wet with your saliva, sliding your tongue across the shaft. A heavy, shaky breath leaves him when your mouth makes the first contact.

Behind you, Taemin’s cock nudges your entrance and then pushes in, and you whimper from being stretched while Kai’s dick bumps against your lips. Taemin keeps his hands on your ass as he begins thrusting into you, taking his time with it and building your pleasure up with slow thrusts. You want Taemin to move faster and send you spiraling headfirst into pleasure again, though. You whine with your mouth still around Kai’s tip, which makes him give an answering moan.

“Stop playing around and swallow his dick, Y/N,” Taemin taunts you from above. He angles his hips a bit differently to find your g-spot, and you make a choked noise when he locates it, causing Kai’s dick to slip from your mouth.

“Shut up, Taem. It’s not like you’re making it easy.” Taemin gives a sudden rough thrust in answer to that, and even Kai grins at the pleasured expression on your face and the surprised yelp you let loose.

“Try harder.” Taemin insists, and he lands a swift slap on your ass. It’s not harsh, but it’s enough to make you cry out. “You want her throat around your dick, don’t you, Jongin?”

Kai raises his eyebrows at Taemin’s words, but the twitch of his cock in your hand and the bob of his Adam’s apple are unmistakable. “Can you take it?” Kai asks you, voice thick with desire.

“Give it to me.” You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out for Kai to slide in. You’ve deep-throated Taemin numerous times before, and you are impatient to let Kai try it now. His gaze darkens, and he grips his cock and leads it deeper into your mouth. He shudders visibly when the warm, wet heat of your mouth envelops him. He hesitates for a moment, like he doesn’t want to go too deep and hurt you, but you look up at him from beneath your lashes with your best pleading eyes and he is completely lost to your longing expression. His stomach tenses when he pushes further, feeling the tight space of your throat squeezing around his tip. More precum drips from him.

“Good girl,” Taemin whispers from above, his eyes glued to the back of your head. He leans forward for a better view so he can watch Kai’s dick disappear between your lips, and that movement ends with his hips pressed flush against your ass, his length as far in you as it will go. You moan helplessly around Kai as Taemin continues fucking you at this depth and angle, one of his hands gripping your hip tightly. You feel beyond full, unable to think about anything other than the two men inside of you.

“Don’t come yet.” Taemin pushes into you as steadily as ever, rushing towards his own climax as his breaths grow more broken-off.

Kai groans as your tongue slides sloppily against his shaft, your body being repeatedly pushed forward by Taemin’s thrusts. He doesn’t even have to do much work to fuck your mouth. He only keeps his hand at the back of your head, more because he just needs to touch you somewhere rather than trying to control the pace. The wet and filthy sounds of his dick hitting the back of your throat bring him ever closer to his end, but Taemin’s gaze gives him pause. “You’re telling me not to come yet?”

“You still have to fuck her,” Taemin says, smacking your ass again. He slows his pace momentarily to lift your hips slightly, sneaking his hand beneath you to circle his fingers around your clit, and your body tenses as you give a stifled cry. “You’ve got to feel her. This pussy is so fucking good, isn’t it, Y/N? Want him to fuck this needy little hole? You’re already getting tighter around me just thinking about it...how dirty.” There’s no way to respond with your mouth currently occupied; you only give a low, shuddering moan.

“F-fuck.” Kai abruptly pulls himself out of your mouth to stave off the orgasm threatening to overtake him at the sight of you looking so fucked-out. Like Taemin said, he definitely wants—needs—to be inside of you at least once before the night is over.

“J-Jong—” You want to beg for him to put his dick back in your mouth, gripping his thighs and trying to get closer, but those attempts are lost when your climax finally comes crashing over you. Taemin keeps his hand on your lower back to prevent you from squirming away from him as he continues thrusting into you throughout your orgasm, overstimulating your already wired senses. Weak with pleasure and shaking, you let Taemin use your body to get closer to his own end, which you’re more than happy to do.

Seconds later, Taemin is pulling out of you and stroking his dick, spilling his cum on your lower back and your ass. He lets go of his dick and slips it between your ass cheeks, thrusting between them and milking himself of the last few drops. He smirks at the messy creation he’s made all over your skin.

When Taemin lies on the bed next to you, Kai sheds his pants and takes his place. Kai gently turns you onto your back and grabs your weakened legs, pulling them around his waist, and you let him maneuver your body as he wants.

When he pushes into you, you almost want to sob at the way his dick spreads you open, sliding deep inside your oversensitive pussy. His eyebrows crease together at how you feel around him, so warm and wet.

Kai’s pace is not as quick as Taemin’s; his strokes are deep and hard as he buries himself inside and pulls nearly all the way out. Your lingering pleasure is stoked even higher by the intense way he’s fucking you, and your muscles feel like they might cramp up, but he keeps your legs spread open for better access.

“Is it good, Y/N? Do you love it?” Taemin asks from beside you, his voice light and airy as if he’s in awe of it all. His hands sneak over to your breasts, and his lips soon follow.

“Fuck, yes.” Kai brings one of your legs up to his shoulder to get a better angle. His gaze is burning as he looks at you and Taemin—Taemin sucking your breasts, your knitted eyebrows and half-open mouth, the sight of his shaft disappearing into you. “You feel s-so good. So fucking deep...” You grab Kai’s arms on either side of you, nails pricking his skin.

“Y/N…” Kai’s voice has grown rough, tinged with desperation. Sweat drips from his face and down his abs. His pace increases, and the tension tightens in your lower stomach again as his hips slap against yours.

Taemin grips your chin and turns your face towards his, sliding his tongue into your mouth in a wet kiss. At the same time, he moves his other hand lower to stroke his fingers across your clit, and this pushes you off the edge into a dizzying orgasm. It’s strong enough to turn your whole world blurry with an endless ecstasy.

When Kai gets close, he pulls out like Taemin did to jerk himself off and come across your stomach, painting your skin with his warm cum. His groans are deep and rich and lovely, and they make you clench with the last waning vestiges of your orgasm.

Kai lies beside you on the free side that Taemin isn’t occupying, keeping one hand on your thigh like he needs to have some part of you always touching him.

“We need to clean up,” you mumble, uncomfortable with the cum drying on your skin, though you’re also trying to battle the increasing sleepiness threatening to drape itself over your eyes like a veil.

“Maybe later.” Taemin throws an arm around your waist and cuddles his face into your neck. Kai grins and nudges his nose against your ear, tickling your skin. Their breaths fan over your skin, and you sigh and close your eyes, contented despite the mess.

“Fine. As long as you carry me to the shower later.”

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zodiakuroo · 4 years ago

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Cupid’s Bullet

Dabi comes home with a very special Valentine’s Day surprise for you.

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader

Contains: dubcon/noncon, mentions of death, unhealthy relationship, gun play, fear play, forced orgasms, squirting, mindbreak, angst (if you squint?), quirk usage, one slap but it’s a hard one :3, overstimulation, creampie

Word count: 5.3k

Notes: pls this title is so cringe but it's like bullet instead of arrow cause... ya know but anyways happy valentine’s day from scumbag boyfie!dabi

Dating a villain meant that your relationship was unconventional to say the least. For one, public dates were out of the question, unless you wanted it to end in destruction of public property and some scorched heroes. You also always had to have some kind of flimsy excuse for your family and friends when they asked to meet your elusive boyfriend. In addition, you had to accept the fact that he would have to disappear sometimes for weeks on end to do his boss’ bidding.

There was also the small matter of arson, murder and theft and a multitude of other crimes that you’d prefer not to know about. And while you weren’t necessarily okay with a lot of what Dabi did, you loved him. You loved him so much that turning a blind eye was so easy it made you question your own morality. He didn’t scare you either. Not in the slightest, because you knew in his own special way, he loved you too.

In fact it ran much deeper than that. On his worst days, Dabi could set the world ablaze until nothing was left because in the end he didn’t care about anyone or anything, not even himself. Until he met you, he says. He tells you that in you, he’s found something to tether him to this existence.

Ok so maybe he didn’t use those words exactly, but he doesn’t have to. You know that’s what he means when he spoils you with expensive, stolen clothes and jewellery, when he offers to burn alive any person who makes you even the tiniest bit upset and when he comes home to you bloodied and beaten, trusting you to take care of him.

In summary, your relationship forced you to give up on having any “normal couple” experiences. That included, celebrating anniversaries and silly holidays like Valentine’s Day so you never bothered to keep track of them. It could hardly be considered a sacrifice when you compared those things to what you actually got from your relationship.

Dabi had been gone for close to a month now and you didn’t expect him back anytime soon, not knowing where he was or what he was doing. In fact the very last thing you expected was for him to creep into your bedroom in the middle of night and rouse you from your peaceful sleep with a soft kiss on your temple.

You don’t jump out of bed in a panic, like any sane person would. Instead you let out a satisfied hum, surrounded by the scent of burnt flesh, ash and menthol, feeling warmth bloom in your chest. It should be unpleasant but its Dabi’s scent and you’ve missed it. You’ve missed him. You pick your phone up from your night stand, squinting your eyes at the bright light that makes them sting.

Sunday 14 February, 2:43am

“Welcome home.” You mumble groggily, trying your best to fight off your tired body urging you to go back to sleep.

Instead of replying, he greets you by pressing his mouth to yours. You let out a quiet gasp, startled by the sudden display of affection. His lips are chapped but that doesn’t matter, your tongue darts out to moisten them before your lips lock into a gentle kiss.

You reach up, weaving your hands through his dark hair in an attempt to draw him closer but he retreats, opting instead to turn on the bedside lamp but keeping his other hand behind his back. “Sit up doll. Got a surprise for ya.”

Any thoughts of sleep were long forgotten as soon as his lips met yours but now he’s really piqued your interest. You push yourself up against the headboard and sit cross-legged. You look up at Dabi expectantly. Your boyfriend is smiling wide, skin pulled so taut you think one of his staples might give out. He reveals to you what he has hidden behind his back. A square black box, wrapped in a cobalt satin ribbon.

It’s so cliché you can’t help but let out a small snort. “What is it?”

“It’s a gift. You know… for Valentine’s Day?” He says as though it should be obvious to you.

Your heart swells at the gesture. It really was a surprise. Not in a bad way, you just knew he wasn’t your average boyfriend and that was okay. You didn’t want him to be.

“Well now I feel awful. I didn’t get you anything.” You pout as he props the box onto your lap.

“’S like a toy… so it’s technically for you but kinda for both of us.” It’s unusual to see Dabi this excited. The way he’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, eyes filled with mirth makes you all the more curious.

“Like a sex toy?” A giggle escapes you as you undo the bow.

“Are we playing fuckin’ 20 questions? Just open it.” He presses you.

You huff at his impatience but you don’t comment, not wanting to wait any longer either. You remove the lid of the box only to find something wildly unexpected.

A revolver?

You look up at your boyfriend with confusion etched on your face but his gleeful grin doesn’t falter. You’ve never seen a sex toy like this so you pick up the article to test its weight. It’s definitely the real deal.

“Dabi, this isn’t a toy.” You state matter-of-factly.

He merely rolls his eyes and says “Doll, when you can incinerate someone with a flick of your wrist, that little thing is definitely considered a toy?”

“O-okay? What do you want to do with it?” You ask, placing offending object onto your nightstand, not really wanting to hold on to it anymore, the metallic smell making you feel queasy.

“Ever heard of Russian Roulette?” Dabi, picks up the abandoned item, looking down at it with pride.

“What?” You furrow your eyebrows as nervousness starts to creep into your system and you instinctively move to back away from him but Dabi is quick to pull you back.

“It’s real easy doll. No need to look so scared.” He crawls on top of you, caging you in with his limbs. “6 chambers. 1 bullet. All you have to do is be a good girl for me. If not, I pull the trigger and we see what happens.”

The look on his face is positively demented. Azure eyes wide and bright, patchwork face contorted into a a sinister smile, white teeth and silver staples gleaming in the dim light.

“Baby,” you hope the pet name will placate him. It usually does. “I don’t know about thi-“

CLICK

You let out a shriek as your body jolts in fear but you’re unable to move with his weight pressing on top of you.

“You see now doll?” He clicks his tongue behind his teeth. “You’ve gone and wasted a shot.”

Dabi climbs off of you and you’re left lying there with your heart hammering violently in your chest, body trembling, still reeling from the shock of what just happened. Reeling from the shock of what is happening

“You gonna listen now? Gonna be good?” Dabi prompts, rolling the gun around in his hand.

All you can do is nod as your eyes being to water. The uneasy feeling in your stomach only grows worse as your mind races with the possible things Dabi has in store for you.

“Good. Now strip.” He command and like a good girl, you obey.

Your arms feel like they’re made of lead, moving rigidly to take off your shirt (one of Dabi’s old ones). You can’t stop the tears from falling as you pull down your panties, fat droplets roll down your cheeks, desperately trying to swallow the sounds of your sobbing.

This can’t be happening. It’s Dabi. He wouldn’t hurt you. He promised you that.

“Oh cut the fuckin’ waterworks.” He snaps. “As long as you listen, you’ll be fine.”

You try to calm yourself with deep breaths, not wanting to irritate him any further.

When you turn to face him, he’s leaning back on his haunches, one hand resting on his thigh, the other lazily gripping the revolver. “Fair warning, I’m more of a ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ kinda guy. But you know that already.” He thumbs the cylinder, making it spin. “Now, touch yourself for me.”

Breathing is difficult. No matter how much you try, it’s like you can’t get enough air into your lungs. Thinking only of gun in your boyfriend’s hand, you still you bring your own hand between your legs, but you can’t concentrate, what with the dread taking over your body making it tough to have any control of your body. Your movements are stiff and apparently not up to Dabi’s standards.

He only scoffs before-

CLICK

You scream again, body nearly flying off the bed before you curl yourself up into a ball. The fright is enough to stop your heart. For a second you believe it has.

“Doll,” Dabi’s gruff voice brings you back to earth, reminding you that you’re very much alive and whether or not you stay that way is entirely up to him. “You’re ruining my surprise. Got it ‘specially for you and now you’re being a brat.” He quirks an eyebrow at you, almost like a challenge.

“So-sorry.-“ your voice breaks. “I’ll be good.”

You’re still struggling to comprehend how any of this is real. You thought you knew him. You thought he loved you. And here he is, treating your life like it’s a game. You can’t help but think that this is your own fault. You thought you were above everyone else, the exception to your boyfriend’s villain behaviour.

“Yeah?” His voice drops to a whisper. “Then show me.” He challenges you. Dabi slips off his t-shirt and moves between your legs to get a better view, pressing on your knees to split them apart.

Self-preservation kicks in. There is one way out of this alive and that’s doing what he says. You spread yourself even wider, showing him all of you. Your hands, glide over your smooth thighs, kneading the pudgy flesh as you get closer and closer your sex, teasing yourself the way he would. Your fingers find your clit and just a little pressure makes your eyes melt shut. Probably for best anyway. It makes it easier to imagine anything but this. You drag those fingers through your delicate folds, letting out breathy sighs as heat begins to bloom between your thighs.

You pretend, its Dabi’s touch. In your mind’s eye you see the two of you, limbs tangled with Dabi on top, resting his forehead against yours. It’s one of those nights where he wants to go slow. So slow that the sensation of his cock dragging in and out of is you bordering on torturous. It’s one of those nights where he wants to lay his head on your chest, mouthing at your breasts, laving your nipples with his wet tongue while you tell him, in that sensual voice that you love him, that he’s perfect, that he’s yours. Because it’s one of those nights, where everything feels like too much for him and the only person that he really has on his side is you.

It’s not long before you’re leaking. Somewhere, deep in the back of your mind, there’s a voice chastising you for being so easy for him… even now. There’s almost no resistance as two of your fingers, press into your entrance. Your fingers are no match for Dabi’s, they never hit all those deep, hidden spots that make you see stars but still, you start to move them slowly, brushing your thumb over your clit every so often.

“Look at me.” You feel his breath waft over your pussy.

Eyelids fluttering open and you meet his gaze. It stuns you a little and your hands come to a standstill. He is handsome, breathtakingly so, even though he thinks you’re lying whenever you when you tell him that. The way he stares at you, with love and adoration in his eyes, it’s almost like the fantasy you were just imagining. Almost like the fantasy you’ve been living in this whole time. It’s enough to make you forget the situation you’re in. Then the muzzle of the gun is pressed to your clit, snapping you back to reality fast enough to give you whiplash.

“Fucking slut.” He growls and smacks your hand away from your pussy.

You jerk as he starts to move it the gun circles over your sensitive nub and then dipping down to your tight slit to gather up your juices.

“All those fuckin’ tears but look how wet you are.” He says more to himself than you as he admires the way your slick leaves a sheen on the barrel. With his eyes trained directly on yours, his perfectly pink tongue pokes out to lick it clean, groaning at the taste.

The next thing you know his arms are wrapped around your legs, guiding them over his broad shoulders. He kisses you on your mons before his tongue begins greedily lapping at your hole. “Tastes so good doll.” He mutters with his nose pressed against your clit. He slips the wet muscle inside of you making you whine. You reflexively grab onto his black hair, tugging on the stands and he lets out a groan of approval. He moves up to your clit, circling it with his tongue before suckling on it. While he brushes just the tip of a finger over your cunt, making it clench around nothing while you desperately buck your hips, in an attempt to have it inside you.

The way he’s eating you out is almost romantic?

Or it would be, if it weren’t for the metal digging into your flesh.

“Doll,” He places a sloppy kiss on your clit, lighting dragging his teeth over the hood. “Want you to squirt for me.”

A lump forms in your throat. You can count on one hand the amount of times that has happened. You’re not sure of the odds that you’d be able to right now and it’s not a gamble you’re willing to take. “Dabi, I don’t think I can….”

CLICK

You thrash, screaming so loud it makes your throat burn.

Dabi still holds you open, keeping you in place. “I wasn’t asking.” He makes sure to maintain eye contact as he drops a fat glob of spit right on to your clit before diving face first into your cunt once again.

He pushes 2 of his long, lithe fingers into your tight entrance. It’s unexpected and you wince. He drags his right hand (the one holding the gun) up your torso, resting the muzzle underneath your breast, right over your racing heart. A reminder of what’s at stake. He envelopes your sensitive clit with his lips, moving his fingers in tandem with the suction. You’re consumed by desire as Dabi brings you so close to the edge.

“Dee-Deeper please.” Your pant out.

He smiles against your mound before complying with your request. “Right here?” His fingers press against that squishy patch deep inside you and your eyes roll back.

“Nnnggg yeah.” You’re barely able to mewl out. You dig your heels into his back and grind against his face, chasing your high. Dabi keeps hitting that spot with astonishing precision but you hold off for as long as you can, letting the pleasurable sensation build until the pressure in your core becomes unbearable. When it finally snaps because you can’t hold it anymore, your eyes squeeze shut, hands flying to his biceps and you dig your nails into the sinewy muscle. You gush around his fingers and all over his face. Dabi doesn’t move though, flicking your clit with his tongue repeatedly until you’re trembling and whimpering, pushing him away from your pussy. He finally relents, a pop echoing around the room as he lets go of you.

He gives you a predatory look, scared face and chest wet with the remnants of your orgasm. “You made such a mess baby but I’m glad you’re finally having fun.” He’s just as out of breath as you are but far more composed.

Your head is still fuzzy and limbs are still twitching but your boyfriend doesn’t let you recover. “C’mon, doll. My turn.” He begins to undo his belt, silver buckle clinking as he rushes to drag it through the loops of his jeans

You pull yourself on to all fours, now eye level with his crotch. He pulls down his pants and boxers in one go, his erection almost hitting you in the face.

“You’ve been lucky so far.” He taps the bulbous head of his cock on your lips, smearing your lips with the pre that dribbles out of it. “But I wouldn’t test it if I were you. Open.”

Your mouth is already watering at the sight of him. So long, thick and veiny. It’s disgusting actually, this Pavlovian response. He fucks you deeper, stretches you wider and makes you feel better than anyone ever had. You wonder briefly, if anyone ever could fuck you as good as Dabi.

You stick out your tongue and he slides himself between your lips, groaning as he pushes into your mouth, slowly, inch by inch. He fills your mouth completely and you shut your eyes, savouring the salty taste of him but you feel the muzzle press against your temple and making them shoot open. “Atta girl. Lemme see those pretty eyes.” He grunts as he plunges into your throat. You bob your head up and down his shaft, the hand at the back of your head setting a brutal pace. The room is filled with the sounds of you gagging and his hefty sac smacking against your chin.

“So good to me baby.” He tilts his head back, losing himself in the pleasure. The wet heat of your mouth surrounding him while your saliva leaks out, dripping down his balls. Dabi is big and heavy, stretching you so wide and making you jaw ache from the weight of him. You’re already lightheaded from the lack of air, no matter how much you try breathing through your nose. You don’t dare to complain though.

He pulls out of your mouth slowly, stretching a string of saliva from the head of his dick to your tongue that’s hanging out of your mouth. You pant like a bitch attempting to catch your breath. He doesn’t give you much time before he’s in your throat again, back to fucking your face.

“I love you so much. You love me?” He sounds so sweet, totally blissed out.

He stops thrusting and tilts your head up to look at him, blinking tear-clumped lashes. You try utter a ‘Yes, I love you.’ but with his shaft gagging you, it comes out all garbled. The muscles in your throat convulse around the deep intrusion. “You’d do anything for me right?” He asks, jabbing the muzzle even harder into your temple, finger resting lightly on the trigger. You nod, watching Dabi lose his composure bit by bit. “Yeah. That’s why you’re my girl.” He pushes himself even deeper inside you, making you finally take all of him, until your nose meets his pubic hair and holding you there. “Fuck.”

CLICK

“Hmmhhhhngggh” You squeal around him but you can’t pull off because of the grip he has on your scalp. When he lets you go you’re choking and coughing up a lewd mixture of spit and pre-cum.

“Wh- Why” You blubber, voice hoarse. You don’t understand. You were doing exactly what he asked. You were being good.

“Sorry baby. Felt so good, my finger slipped.” He doesn’t even try to hide his mischievous smirk. The fucker is definitely not sorry.

You want to beg him to stop this ridiculous game because you see now there’s no way you can win because Dabi doesn’t play fair.

He doesn’t give you the chance though, already shuffling off his bottoms all the way and propping himself up against the headboard. “C’mon pretty baby.” He tugs on your ankle. Wanna see you bounce on my dick.”

You clumsily position yourself atop his lap quickly, before you can even think about it. You know he doesn’t need a reason to pull that trigger but still, you don’t want to give him one.

He grinds his tip along your heat, piercings dragging across your clit over and over again. It’s something he does whenever you have sex, to rile you up. And just like all those other times, it’s working. Circumstances be damned. “Needa feel this hot little pussy. Give it to me doll.” He murmurs against the shell of your ear.

You nod as you lift yourself off of him to hover your dripping wet hole over his hard dick. You slowly squat down on onto him, the fat head stretching you out, burning with every inch you take. You mewl, making futile attempts to blink away tears. You get halfway before you have to stop, resting your hands on his shoulders trying to gain leverage. You’re outright crying now, wet droplets landing on Dabi’s chest.

“’S matter doll.”

I’m terrified. You yell in your head but stay silent, choosing to focus on relaxing your ever-tightening hole in order to take more of him.

“Oh, I know.” He coos, voice dripping with condescension. “’S too big for your tiny cunny.” He leans forward to kiss away the salty tears. “But you can take it. I know you can.” He cups your jaw, stroking your cheek with a calloused thumb. “You can do it for me”

You start to move slowly up and down, using gravity to force more of his monstrous cock inside you with shallow movements. You really are trying your best but that’s apparently not good enough for Dabi and he lets you know that by pressing the barrel of the gun into your stomach. You freeze, horrified, more tears start falling from your eyes. You open your mouth to beg him to just give you a little time. You’re trying.

“Quit being a baby and just take it.” He says before you even get the chance.

“I’m trying Dabi, please just-“

CLICK

He cuts off your plea. He’s not interested in your excuses.

The rotation of the cylinder sends vibrations through your abdomen. Amidst the shock, you release your grip on his shoulders and impale yourself on his shaft by mistake. The combination of the searing stretch and the blunt head of his cock kissing your cervix is so overwhelming that you collapse forward, head falling on to your boyfriend’s chest. You feel the rumbles of his chuckles while he’s quite literally splitting you open.

“See? Knew you could. Just needed a little scare. Isn’t that right.” He rubs your back as if to comfort you. He lets out a low whistle. “But looks like you’re all out of chances doll. Now bounce.” He gives you a spank with an inhumanly warm hand, making you squeal and leaving your cheek tender.

Your hands find purchase on his shoulders again. Dabi’s sapphire eyes are practically glowing, daring you to be stupid enough to defy him one more time.

You pull off almost entirely, keeping just his tip inside of you, before spearing his shaft into you again.

“Good girl.” When he praises you with that raspy voice makes you keen and desperate for more of it.

His hand snakes its way up your torso to cup one of your breasts. Your back arches, pushing into his scorching hot touch, forgetting momentarily about his other hand and what he’s holding in it. He gropes your chest, tweaks and twists at your nipples, leaving red, inflamed hand prints in his wake. You’re practically delirious with pleasure, babbling out incoherent streams of his name along with “yes” and “more”. All the while, he murmurs praises about how good you are and how much he loves you. It’s confusing and you can’t process any of it.

“Who owns this perfect pussy?”

“Dabi. Fuck. Dabi.” Your tongue lolls out of your mouth in the most obscene way, drooling down your chin. Your plush walls pulse around him as he hits that sensitive spot every time you sink down on him.

“That’s right it’s all fuckin mine. My pretty baby.” Dabi’s eyes are focus on where your two bodies are connected watching the translucent ring of your cream appear and disappear as you ride him.

“Preeeettyyy.” You slur and he laughs at how fucked out you are, brain completely jumbled between the fear, the pain and the bliss all combined into ecstasy.

“Doll.” He groans. “I feel ya squeezin’ me. You gonna cum?”

He’s right. You nod as you feel that coil tightening again, threatening to snap at any second. The man finally starts putting in work, pounding into you every time you pull off of him. Dabi abandons the gun in favour of playing with your clit, rubbing quick sloppy circles. “Yeah? Gonna cream and gush around me? Want you to baby.” He buries his head in the crook of your neck, sucking, biting and licking while he assaults your sopping wet pussy. “C’mon doll, please.”

With that you orgasm. He grabs your hips pulling you flush against his thighs, fucking you through your orgasm, rolling his hips up into you until your high finally subsides.

He doesn’t let you catch your breath before he’s got the revolver pressed hard underneath your chin. “Now make me cum.” You almost collapse but the harsh grip he has on your hair suspends you upright.

Your mind is so foggy and Dabi gives you a small smile, appreciating the perplexed look in your droopy eyes. But he’s not done with you yet.

“Hey.” You’re ripped from your daze, when he slaps you across the face, sending your head swinging to the side. “Don’t pass out on me now.”

“So-sorry! ‘M sorry!” You grovel as you slam your tired body down on his dick once again, trying to ignore the throbbing on your cheek, the ringing in your ears, and the ache in your battered cunt. You’re so sensitive from your last orgasm but you don’t have a choice and you don’t dare deny him anything. Your thighs are quaking and burning with every movement but your boyfriend is unimpressed.

“You can do better than that doll.” He lets out a bitter laugh, enjoying every second of tormenting you. “It’s like you want your brains splattered on the ceiling.”

You start crying again, shaking your head frantically. In the time that you’ve been with Dabi, you’ve learned certain tricks, you know he likes it, but in this panic/lust induced frenzy, you can’t remember any of them. Instead, you bounce, mindlessly on him while your gummy walls clench tighter around him every time he nudges at your a-spot. Your legs are going numb from all the effort and you plop down, limp onto his lap, taking him to the hilt.

Dabi tsks at you, reminding you that you can’t rest just yet. You swivel your hips, grinding your pelvis against his while he’s buried deep in your wet heat. You pray to whatever deity is listening that he’s getting close, you’re not sure how much more you can take.

“If I don’t bust in the next 5 seconds.” His hand finds your clit again, you grind across his fingers has you rock against him. “Bang!” He emphasises the word by bringing a heated palm down on your ass.

A choked sob bubbles at the back of your throat, making him snicker

Hands pressed to his chest, you ride him like a woman possessed, the last bits of adrenaline kicking in. Your sloppy cunt squelches every time you drive yourself down on his cock just motivating you to fuck him harder.

“Five.” He grits out.

“Dabi, please!” But you’re met with icy, apathetic eyes staring back at you, feeling the terror that the rest of the city does when they so much as hear his name.

“Four.” He rubs your already raw clit, faster and you can feel another orgasm building, much quicker than your last two.

Your body feels so heavy but you can’t stop moving, not unless you want him to- “Please cum!” You beg. “Need your cum.”

“Three.”

He starts to fuck up into you again with unforgiving force.

“Wh-Why?!” is all you can manage as your mind starts to fog up again, the need to come becoming all the more urgent.

“Two.” He ignores your question, transfixed on your tits bounce in his face. You’re getting close to your third orgasm of the night and it seems Dabi is determined to get you there.

You still can’t believe this is real. You never thought that Dabi would treat you like this. You were supposed to be special.

Or at least that’s what he told you.

Moreover, you can’t believe how your own body is betraying you. You can’t believe you’re actually going to cum. Again.

“One.”

You cry out his name one last time, unsure if it’s out of fear or pleasure. You dig your nails into his arms again, in a feeble attempt to ground yourself as you cum around him. The orgasm that rips through you makes it difficult for you to be sure of anything.

What you are sure of is the fact that there was no bang or bullet.

Just one last CLICK (practically drowned out by your screaming) and the sensation of Dabi’s hot cum flooding your womb. He has a bruising grip on your hips, gun now discarded, and he ruts up into to making sure to stuff your cunt absolutely full of him. He begins to laugh as he softens inside you.

Your head is still spinning but once you’re able to push yourself off of him, you can finally make sense of what just happened.

He was fucking with you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You yell, using weak and quivering arms to throw pillows at him while you cry so hard it makes you dry heave.

Your asshole of a boyfriend starts cackling, clutching his abdomen as if he just pulled the world’s funniest prank while your heart is beating so hard and fast you think it might break through your ribcage.

“You should have seen your face. You were so fuckin’ scared.”

You become nauseous, feeling bile rising in your throat as you come to a sickening realisation.

This is not your Dabi. This is the Dabi that the rest of the world gets to see.

Evil, sadistic, merciless. This is the real Dabi.

You attempt to scramble off of the bed to get away from him, feeling overwhelmed by the humiliation. But Dabi grabs your wrist and yanks you into his chest, wrapping you up in his arms. A gesture you used to treasure but now it just made your skin crawl. “C’mon Doll you didn’t think I was being serious did you?”

You writhe in his hold, hitting against his hard, toned chest with pathetic fists. “Don’t be such a crybaby. It was just a joke.” He strokes your hair oh so tenderly. But you won’t fall for that again. Dabi is a villain through and through. You know that now.

It’s no use fighting him off though, all the fight in you is used up. You don’t know what else to do. So you do the easy thing: nuzzle your head into his chest, tremors rocking your body as you hiccup, while he holds you. That way you can pretend that you feel safe with him, just like you used to.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, doll. I love you.”

#dabi is just the worst huh #sorry about the angst i honestly don’t know how that happened #dark content #dark fic #mha smut #tw dubcon #bnha imagines #bnha smut #dabi imagine #dabi smut #dabi x reader #mha x reader #tw slapping #tw noncon #tw unhealthy relationship #tw gunplay #tw death mention

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apollos-son · 2 years ago

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✎ . . . ❝I'm Just An Ocean Away❞

Rating ; 13+

Pairing ; Jung Wooyoung x Choi San

Genre ; fluff

Tags ; long distance relationship, softness, sweetness, anniversary special, they kiss the screen.

Summery ; Jung Wooyoung lies awake in the early hours of the morning just thinking about San and how much he missed and loved the other. Fortunately for him, his lover calls him to celebrate their six month anniversary with a loving call and very poorly edited pictures of himself.

This is a gift for @sunny-from-elysium to celebrate our six month anniversary! This story is kinda personal about my feelings towards them so,, it's super mushy and sappy ehxjdkw

I know this is unlikely but I do ask that you do not copy my work under any circumstances. Do not repost, translate or use my work without permission. Thanks :)

Six months. Has it been that long already? Wooyoung feels like he blinked and suddenly it was June. He had been with San for six months now. It was crazy to think about because before even meeting San he was so sure he'd never love again. His last relationships hadn't been smooth sailing. In fact, most of them had been a rocky ride. It was upsetting when he thought about it, lying in bed in the early hours of the morning. Before he had felt so alone and so incomplete. Every day was becoming more of a struggle. Until he met him online. Choi San; his soulmate.

San was literally perfection if perfection could breathe and be here on this earth. Not only did he look more gorgeous than a field full of the rarest flowers, but his personality was just so pleasant and so sweet. He hadn't met anybody who made him feel as happy as San had with such ease. He barely said anything and Wooyoung's heart swooped. San made Wooyoung's life so complete with just the simple "hello, my darling, how are you today?"

It was more than anybody else had given to him in recent years. Even whilst dancing,, doing school work at college,, cooking at home,, even whilst doing the most mundane tasks he thought of San, how brilliant it would be to do these things together. How amazing it would be to sing with San, dance with San... hell, even the idea of sharing a meal with San made Wooyoung's heart stutter and beat fast.

But San was a whole ocean away.

San wasn't here, where Wooyoung went to school in America. San was over in Britain, dancing and making posh new friends. And it hurt him more than he cared to admit to his best friend Yeosang, who often attempted to console him and share kindness with him.. but he never knew what it was like. To long for someone and be unable to see them. To think about them every second but the dumbass timezones mess you up. Don't get him wrong, he loved talking to San when the both of them were free. He was able to breathe so freely when him and San called. But that spare time was becoming less and less as the two of them had more commitments to fulfill. And since Wooyoung had been sleeping for longer they didn't see each other much at all.

A vibration against the wood of his cheap bedside table caused him to spin around on his old, creaky mattress and look at the notification. It was him. San was calling him. Wooyoung's thumbs fly over the screen, tapping the green "answer" button faster than he's ever done anything else before. "San!" he squeaks and said male sends him a warm, sweet smile. "Wooyoungie, good morning... did you sleep well? I've been thinking of you all night," the older dancer admits and Wooyoung swoons on the spot. That smile made him feel so fuzzy inside. "I did, Sannie, I slept really well. I was excited, you know what today is don't you?" he asks rhetorically, smiling because he knew San would never forget. "Oh... isn't it Wednesday?~" San asks teasingly, making Wooyoung giggle. "Yes, it is Wednesday! Good job!" he plays along with a smile. The two laugh for a moment.

"Happy anniversary, young-ah," San says, voice dripping in honey. "I hope when we get to one year,, we'll still be as happy as we are now," it's silly, Wooyoung thinks, for San to have say that. He was madly in love with him for goodness sake, and he can only imagine San feels the same with how often he claims to want to text Wooyoung during boring classes. "Ah, I so wish I could buy you something for real to celebrate... it's a special one.. half a year with my soulmate already!" San laughs and Wooyoung smiles. "You know I don't need anything special.." he claims with a hum. "I could write you something!" San chirps, making his partner snort. "San-ah, you can't write for shit!" he says jokingly and the two fall into a fit of laughter after San forces a pout. "You know I'm teasing!"

"I've missed seeing your face, you know," San says with a smile as he stares into Wooyoung's eyes through the screen. "You look so beautiful in the morning, your hair all ruffled and your freckles dotted all over your face.... so cute~" he coos and Wooyoung's smile widens. "You think so?" he asks dumbly and San nods, not missing a beat when it comes to being able to compliment his boyfriend. "Of course, your eyes are sparkly too,, reminds me of my friend Seonghwa over here. But yours shine brighter than the entire galaxy, Young-ah, I swear I could stare at them all day," he tells his partner, who's face is now redder. "I've missed seeing your face, too. That smile sends me to the angels every time," Wooyoung counters with a cheeky grin, watching as San melts at this year compliment. "I love all of you, flaws and all," the younger boy hums and a laugh erupts from San "Isn't that what I said to you when I asked you out?" he asks and Wooyoung smirks "Maybe,"

"Y'know, I made you a few gifts," San says suddenly after a few minutes of bickering. "What?" Wooyoung giggles. "You made something? San-ah,, what did you do?" The younger asks skeptically with a small smile. San grins widely and clicks off of the call and into their shared chat. He sends a few pictures and Wooyoung can't help but snort. "What?!" San asks in exasperation and Wooyoung laughs "They're so bad! But it's really cute that you made them for me," he says with a warm smile and San, clearly bashful now, giggles and hums "I wanted to do something for you but I only had pictures of me and like,, ten thousands selfies you sent me so.... I tried editing them together... I know it's bad! But appreciate my effort!" he whines. "Don't worry, San, I do,"

They spend a while staring into each other's eyes,, trying to decide what to do. San suggests they play a video game together ("You know I suck at games, babe!" Wooyoung protests with a grin.) but they end up just talking, about everything and nothing. About the hectic lives they both live at the moment. "I want to dance with you one day," Wooyoung blurts out and San smiles widely. "I want to dance with you too, young-ah, but you know that our breaks are different so we can't see each other," he says with a small frown and Wooyoung nods with a pout "Yeah, I get a longer summer than you~" he sings teasingly, much to San's dismay.

"You know, the one thing I love about you is how easy it is to talk to you," Wooyoung starts, grabbing San's attention away from the computer screen he stared into. "Yeah?" San asks with a playful smile. "Yeah. It's so easy to just.... be with you. I don't feel like I have to force a smile or force a laugh, because being genuine with you feels so good," he admits, looking at San meaningfully through the phone screen and he can tell it makes San shy because of how his cheeks turn a soft pink. "It's so easy to breathe when I talk with you, and you're so fun,, I wish I could see you in real life on days like these. I have such a longing, San," he continues, watching as San pays attention to him with the same heart eyes he had when they first called. It was funny, how they had originally just spoken online through a dancing video Wooyoung had posted on his Instagram. How they had just spoken about random crap and had gotten on well. How San used to have a girlfriend in Britain and how he had admitted to secretly longing for Wooyoung after their late nights talking about life. How Wooyoung swore he'd never love again until he met San. And that man had changed everything.

It was like they were made for each other.

Wooyoung was so sure before that day where San had reached out to him,, talking to him about how smooth his steps were like they were classmates,, that he wouldn't love after the mistreatment he had gotten from previous partners. He told Yeosang that he swore up and down that loving wasn't for him, and that he must've been doing it wrong since nobody wanted to stay by his side. But San entered his life, shining pure light into the darkness Wooyoung felt trapped in. He was unmotivated most days, and he just felt gloomy. But San made him smile without even trying, he just spoke his mind and iy made Wooyoung feel warm. San looked so perfect, too, his clean face and his hair... and his eyes,, oh, how Wooyoung could stare into those eyes for all eternity.

"Young-ah," San says, the same smile the American student had fallen in love with gracing his pretty face. "You're staring, do I have something on my face?" he asks jokingly and Wooyoung shakes his head. "No, I was just admiring how gorgeous you were. How I wish I could kiss you," he replies, eyes still fixed on that heart-fluttering smile. San laughs gently "You can, can't you?~ what's stopping you?" he queries genuinely and Wooyoung huffs out a sigh. "The ocean, Sannie, the ocean and money," he shoots back and San shakes his head fondly. "I meant, let's kiss the screen at the same time!" he explains with a cheesy smile. Wooyoung knew that smile. It was the one he knew San always pulled when he sent stupid pick up lines or talked about how handsome he thought Wooyoung was. It causes Wooyoung to snort, laugh for a minute. And he quickly realizes that San wasn't pulling a joke. "Alright, come here then.." Wooyoung hums as he pulls his phone screen closer to his face and San does the same. They both count down from three slowly before pressing soft kisses to the cameras of their phones. "I love you, Wooyoung-ah, I can't wait to spend more of my time with you,"

"I love you too, San-ssi, I love you so much,"

#ateez #AJ writes #oneshot #happy anniversary #I love you ren #jung wooyoung #choi san #woosan #wooyoung x san

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Girl Talk | Din Djarin x Reader | Oneshot

Summary: What does a gal do when she’s just been railed by the most notorious bounty hunter in The Galaxy? Call her best friend of course.

A/N: Just something to tide you over until the next installment of Strawberry! I have anxiety and I need to busy my hands without thinking too much! This takes place after season 2!

There’s a crackling on the other end of the receiver. The telegraph service majorly bites out here on Besiana, which has been dubbed “the trench of The Galaxy”. Getting connected to Gabriele at all is a miracle in itself, though not without exploiting a few (somewhat) illegal hacks by yours truly.

Hells, not even this shitty phoning service can put you in a sour mood.

When Gabriele’s voice sounds at the other end, it gives the air that he’s just awoken from a heavy sleep or he’s suffering a hangover. Probably both. “Now what the hell are you doing all the way out in butt-fucking-nowh…” he starts.

You’re quick to cut him off. “Take a guess.”

Gabriele groans and there’s a rummaging in the background. Something sounds as though it falls off a surface - his alarm clock, probably. He must be in the inner rim somewhere.

“Miss girl, I don’t have time to play these games with you. My head is pounding. Now tell me why you’re in the catacombs of The Galaxy’s ass and…”

Behind you, a body shuffles from outside the refresher door. Your heart thuds rambunctiously in your chest as you carefully peer through a crack of the opening. Din Djarin - The Galaxy’s most notorious Mandalorian- is taking a seat with his rifle in hand. You watch as he begins to disassemble it with great technical precision. Something about watching him take apart his weapon causes your stomach to flutter.

And your knees to weaken.

“I just had sex,” you tell him in a whisper.

Gabriele is silent on the other end for a moment and then lets out a sigh of great disappointment. “Congratulations. I’m going back to bed. Goodnight.”

“The best sex of my life.”

There’s another pause. “Oh?” His interest has piqued, voice more alert at the prospect of juicy gossip. After all, what were best friends for?

You let this linger in the air for a minute, just to marinate his curiosity, and then peek at Din again. He’s taking a rag and wiping the barrel of the rifle; if it weren’t for the helmet upon his head, you’d swear he was concentrating with furrowed and ascetic brow.

“Do you remember that Mandalorian who made a giant fuss a couple of years ago?” you inquire lowly, eyes unable to leave the steadiness of Din’s deft hands.

Those hands. You have to stop yourself from moaning at the recent memories. You swear you can still feel the ghostly sear they left in their wake. The naked skin upon your hips tingles at the sheer recollection, the slick still upon your thighs all-too prevalent.

“You’re lying,” is what Gabriele gasps, absolutely scandalized. You imagine him shooting up in bed and covering his mouth in awe. He was always so dramatic but you couldn’t blame him if he did. This was the exact reaction you were hoping for.

Din grabs another piece of his rifle and starts up again. You have to tear yourself away from looking at him and instead surmise yourself in the mirror. It isn’t very big in any sense of the word but it’ll do. You take a look at your face (blushed and bright) and then your eyes (dazed and dick-drunk). Hells, this man has ruined you.

“I know you have questions,” you reply, tapping at your cheeks. They feel softer somehow.

Gabriele squeaks a bit under his breath. “Did he take off his helmet?”

You shake your head, though he can’t see it. “No. And I think it awoken something in me.”

He tsks. “Damn. I wanna know what he looks like. Okay…”

“I know he’s a brunette,” you say slyly.

Gabriele shrieks at the other end and you have to angle the receiver away with a laugh. “Is it big?”

You recall the tactical consideration- albeit brief - it took to get his dick in your mouth. You did it though, ‘ole girl. You tap yourself on the shoulder with a proud grin.

“Oh, it is. It’s…it’s very nice.”

You find yourself looking out the door again. Din’s moved onto another gun - he’s already put together the last. You grow weary at the sight of his gloved hands alone, but when your eyes trail downwards you find yourself swallowing something thick in your throat. Which in turn, of course, reminds you of the tanginess still lingering upon your tongue.

“Gabriele,” you say seriously, voice so low you can barely hear yourself. “I came eight times.”

“Shut up. You did not.” Gabriele sounds more than just excited - now he sounds jealous. You can’t help but giggle.

You raise a hand to your chest in a show of honesty. “I mean it. Eight times. He went down on me for an hour.”

“I thought you said he didn’t take off his helmet?” Gabriele asks suspiciously.

You chuckle lowly. “Oh, that’s where it gets really good.”

Gabriele - one of the biggest sluts in The goddamned Galaxy - was no stranger to sex. So when you tell him that you were blindfolded during this portion of an absolute wild ride, you’re shocked to find him screeching once more.

You’re about to continue - to confide in him about the brutal rhythm of the ordeal - until a knock startles you. You press the receiver against your chest, still flushed and naked from the previous romp.

Din calls your name from the other side of the door. “Are you alright?”

You freeze, contemplating on everything you could say to this most bland of questions. “I’ll be out in a moment!” you decide, scolding yourself for being so timid. You were at the end of his dick a half-hour ago.

Din mumbles something and then departs. After he’s within a safe distance, you quickly raise the receiver and say, “I have to go. But I’ll tell you everything later.”

Gabriele gawks, “Was that him?”

You roll your eyes. “Yes. Now I really have to go.”

“Oh my gods, okay. Fine.”

You smile, clutching at the durasteel of the phone. “Promise. Love you.”

Your best friend sighs theatrically. “Love you too. Be safe, okay? I don’t even know who I’d call to go after him if something happened to you. No one would be stupid enough.”

The idea of Din doing anything to put you in harm’s way is inconceivable. You’ve only known him for a short amount of time - a couple of weeks at most - but you already trust him with your life.

“I’d die a happy woman,” you joke.

A short while later, you exit the refresher with sopping, clean hair and any traces of sex scrubbed away from between your legs. Din’s allowed you to wear one of his night shirts (an honor in itself) because your clothes had been soiled.

Din is placing his rifle upon its rack when you sneak by for the kitchen. You pour yourself a cup of Java - black, unfortunately, because of Din’s lack of sweet tooth. The liquid is steaming hot so you blow on it before bringing it to your lips.

“Do you want one?” you ask him, taking a sip. It burns. “Oof.”

Din turns, armor somehow so dexterous in its bulk. “No, thank you. But…”

In a surprising move, Din reaches for your hips and pulls you flush against him, ignoring the mug altogether. You shriek, worried it might spill, and set it upon the countertop, but he pays little to no mind.

“You took awhile,” he mumbles, hands grasping at the flesh of your hips. They’ve already been treated so roughly today, and now you were sure there’d be bruising. Good.

You chew at your bottom lip, desperate to know what his eyes might look like. You imagine he has dark eyes - like the color of the sky at nightfall. Maybe they became brighter in the light of the suns. Maybe they crinkled when he laughed - if he were capable of that, anyway. You’ve yet to hear such music.

“I didn’t realize you were waiting for me,” you confess, avoiding the steel gaze of his faceplate.

Din hums under his breath and taps your chin, lifting it just barely so that you can meet his stare. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

You shrug, fluttering your lashes in a vain attempt to remain mysterious.

Din reaches for something behind you and reveals a scrap of fabric. “How about we try for nine?” The modulator of his helmet crackles a bit, causing his voice to sound more severe than what he may have liked.

But it does something to you.

You nod sweetly, a tiny grin threatening to sneak its way upon your face, before he takes you within his arms and lifts you upon the counter.

A shrieking, but playful, giggle bursts from your lips. “Din!” you chide, but tie the fabric around your eyes all the same.

The hiss of his helmet sounds, notifying you that he’s revealing himself to the elements now. You can hear his natural breath and feel the way it fans against your collarbones before he kisses you fiercely.

“Let me give you something to really talk about.”

#din djarin #din x reader #din djarin x y/n #din djarin x reader #mw1 #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x you #din djarin x you #din x you #the mandalorian x reader

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