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i'm not even looking at anyone else from that ig post. they just exist i guess. i can barely look him in the eye and when i look i can't tear my own eyes away. this photo will haunt me in my sleep and i'll be thinking about it every waking minute. thank you for your service sir.
#chewing my arm off#how the fuck is this the same person who says âsunshine cheerfulâ#the other guys from joker out are strongest soldiers#how many more photos like this are there to come#i will literally be unable to focus on anything else#joker out#nace jordan#nace fucking jordan
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Can you believe that I have spent this entire year completely obsessed over one fictional character? Minthara Baenre, what a woman you are!
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#minthara#minthara baenre#evil murder kitten#felt it best that minthara should have the honor of being the focus of my last post of the year#this woman has lived in my head rent free for over 365 days#she has left me unable to think about literally anything else#not to mention minthara and bg3 has inspired me to write fanfic - something i have never really done before#well - at least not to the capacity that i'm currently doing#i have had many oc's - but none as fleshed out and well developed as daedra#and i only created daedra *for* minthara#minthara has left a permanent impact on me and i will never forget her#i'm so grateful for larian for creating such a wonderful character and for emma gregory for bringing her to life#and to think this all happened because i messed up my first playthrough and backed myself into raiding the grove
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@antiv3nom there is a genre of asmr video that i started listening to as a joke except its turned out to be very very good at putting me to sleep and it is ONLY these types of asmr that can put me to sleep
i believe this guy was the progenitor
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but the first one i ever saw was this one maybe as part of a joke
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but i also like
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beating you unconscious asmr. it works
#sorry for all the vids and putting it out here but i Need these videos to start knocking people out like they do me#i dont know why its just these ones. even ones labelled 'aggressive' arent enough like i Have to focus on this when its on do you understan#i literally cant do anything else when its on i cant concentrate. and then i pass out#vid#Youtube#sometimes im like teehee what if i put one on just for fun but its always a mistake because im out like a light and or utterly enraptured#for the next however many i play because again. unable to do anything else
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jealousy. | slytherin boy headcanons
authorâs note: im completely unhinged, as always. no surprise there. love me some angry snake men𼾠please enjoy.
-your boyfriend sees another guy flirting with you in the hall.
Draco Malfoy.
Sees you from down the hall as heâs walking with his friends.
âYou know what, guys, Iâll catch up with you after.â
Would literally ditch his friends to make his way over, collecting himself as saunters up to you and mystery man.
Would instantly grab your ass, no hesitation, grip firm enough to bruise. When you gasp, caught off guard, heâd shift his arm up and around your shoulder, pulling you against him.
âWhatâre we talking about?â Heâd sneer.
His voice would be laced with feign interest, smirking down at you with blaring eyes before shooting daggers at the boy.
Heâd simply chuckle at you when you tell him nothing, just school stuff, leaning down to place a possessive kiss on your cheek as he grabbed your hand.
âWonderful. letâs head to class, yeah?â
Heâd pull you away from that dude, shooting him another look meant to kill, a silent warning not to fuck with him.
Finally gets you alone in an empty corridor or bathroom; would waste literally no time at all before pushing you against the wall and grabbing your neck/jaw.
âWho the fuck was that, hm?â, âhe was practically eye-fucking youâŚgive me five good reasons why i shouldnât have him expelled or hexed into bloody Azkaban.â
Heâd be furious, but heâd also know that youâd never choose some other guy over him, so heâd soften once he hears the innocence in your tone.
âYouâre mine, princess,â heâd loosen his grip, kissing you softly. âSay it.â
Blaise Zabini.
Was listening to music while walking down the hall, instantly rips out his headphones the second he sees you laughing a little too hard with some dude he doesnât know.
He doesnât necessarily stop walking, but heâd definitely slow his pace, kind of just watching, not wanting to interfere but also not wanting to look creepy stalking you from a distance.
When the guy doesnât leave, heâd tired of waiting, saying âfuck itâ, before marching over naturally.
This man is so fucking cool calm and collected heâd just saunter right up and join in, making himself at home.
Heâd practically take over the conversation because heâs literally just that chill in every situation, seamlessly fitting right in, so fucking charming and loved by everyone.
Youâd kind of just end up staring at him, smiling in silent awe, knowing that this was his way of asserting his place, letting the guy know what the fuck was up.
After the dude leaves heâd just causally look at you, smirking that charming smirk, wetting his lips as he hooked an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, leaning down for a kiss.
âAinât no one getting you without getting me too, babygirl.â Heâd murmur against your lips. âlet that be known, right now, forever, always.â
Lorenzo Berkshire.
Would literally stop everything. The second heâd see you laughing and smiling heâd be completely unable to focus on anything else and would completely zone out of any conversations with his friends.
Would get like super anxious and flustered pretty much immediately.
Wouldnât want to intrude so heâd just kind of hang back, wait for you against the wall and try not to stare too much.
His adorable little cheeks would flush, and heâd know he seemed utterly ridiculous so heâd try to busy himself with his shoelace or something while he waits.
Youâd quickly cut off the conversation and move over to him, instantly being able to tell that heâs overthinking.
Heâd smile at you, though you could still see the concern on his features.
âWho was that guy, darling?â
Youâd tell him he was just a friend from class, no one special at all, pulling him in for a hug and giving him a quick smoochie on the cheek.
âDonât worry enz, no one could ever take your place.â
Heâd blush, trying to play it off. âSorry love, I know youâre my girl.â
Youâd take his hand, squeezing him hard, never wanting him to doubt that for a second. âOnly yours baby, forever.â
Mattheo Riddle.
âWho the fuck-â
Would literally whip his bag at Theo, hastily shoving through the crowded hallway with blazing eyes, tunnel visioned as he tried to figure out where the fuck this dude found the audacity.
You wouldnât even have to turn around to know heâs there, youâd be able to literally feel the anger radiating off of him.
Youâd already know exactly where this was heading, but youâd also know there was no attempting to stop him because itâs pointless. Everyone in the school knows that.
Matty does what Matty wants, and right now, he wants to fuck up this guys face for even thinking about flirting with you.
Youâd simply look up at him, noting his tensed jaw and his dark eyes as he glances between you and the dude, before fixing back on you, wetting his lips before he says,
âIs this fucker bothering you?â
Unable to help it, youâd smirk, shaking your head as you calmly attempted to talk him down.
âNo Matty, he just asked if he could borrow my study notes-â
Heâd heard more than enough.
âStudy notes? Yeah, I donât fucking think so,â
Without giving the guy a chance to react, heâd reach for his collar, shoving his back against the wall, teeth barred and face contorted in a snarl as heâd hiss:
âBother my fucking girlfriend again and the only study notes youâll need are the ones on how to drink out of a fucking straw, understand?â
Not interested in the response, heâd shove the guy away, eyes softening instantly as he moved back over to you, thrusting a hand through your hair as he kissed you like itâd been a hundred years, right in the middle of the hall for everyone to see.
And judging by the intensity in his grip, youâd already know, later that night, heâd be extra fucking sure to ask you who the fuck you belong to while heâs fucking you.
When he finally pulled back, heâd smirk at you. âSome bloody nerve on that guy, huh?â
Youâd just shake your head and laugh, taking his hand as the two of you headed for class.
Theodore Nott.
Heâd spot you from down the hall, his eyes instantly narrowing, gaze darting around as though he was missing something, as though this was some sort of sick joke.
Surely, this dude is mentally unwell, right? Thereâs no fucking way that heâs-
Doesnât bother to think about it for even another fucking second, instantly shoving through the crowd to make his way over.
Proceeds to wrap his arm around your waist, other hand finding your jaw and pulling your lips to his before you could even process it.
Would proceed to full-on make out with you in front of the dude, and I mean tongue and all, his grip on your jaw so tight youâd know exactly what he was trying to do.
His hand around your waist might even slip lower, grazing over your ass, and then thatâs when youâd attempt to gather yourself and push him back, completely embarrassed.
Heâd just shrug, smirking down at you before heâd finally acknowledge the guysâ presence with literally nothing more than a glare meant to kill.
âMove along,â heâd say to the guy while pulling you away, grip tighter than ever. âThis oneâs fucking taken.â
As soon as he got you alone heâd be damn sure to remind you that youâre his, and only his, making you beg and whine his name before he fucked you like you deserved the pain.
Tom Riddle.
âAVADA KEDA-â
Lowkey kidding but not really.
No one would even dare because that man would make it clear as fucking day what would happen if they tried.
#harry potter#draco malfoy smut#draco malfoy#lorenzo berkshire#tom riddle smut#tom riddle#tom riddle x reader#mattheo riddle smut#mattheosmut#mattheoriddle#mattheo smut#mattheo riddle#severus snape#tomriddle smut#tomriddle x reader#tomriddlesmut#blaise zabini#blaisezabini#theoriddlesmut#theodorenottsmut#theodore smut#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott smut#theoriddle#theo nott x reader#theo nott smut#theodorenott#theo riddle#dracomalfoy#draco smut
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I don't know... what's happening in Ukraine is honestly just so deeply depressing (I mean, could it be anything else?)
I'm not really someone who cries, just not something that tends to happen even when I feel like it... and a lot of the time I read the news coming out of Ukraine (out of the world, but I follow Ukraine more closely) and... I'm just kinda numb
More innocent people dead, another hospital hit, another apartment hit, more dead, more dead, more dead... and I realize I can't even process it
Then you get nights like tonight where it clicks just what it means and it leaves me feeling like I want to cry, if I did cry I think I would
I don't think I have words for how stupid and sick it all is
And you know, I am war fatigued when it comes to Ukraine, but what that means for me is that I don't follow the front lines anymore because I just can't keep up with fighting for meters of ground, day after day, this endless slow churn... so I keep up with the big picture instead
(Whose fault do you think the slow advances for Ukraine are? Cause I'll tell you it's the western allies failing to deliver proper amounts of equipment soon enough)
The big picture is horrible, not in a Ukraine is losing kind of way, but in the sheer fucking needless death of random people just sitting at home when a drone hits and kills them
(And that's not even touching on Avdiivka where thousands of russian soldiers are going into the meat grinder, which I can think about and realize is a colossal loss of human life... but I can't even spare much sympathy or humanity towards attacking soldiers when Ukrainian civilians are dying)
And I mean, I'm half a world away. My home's not gonna get shelled ever, the only people I know in danger are people I've bumped into on here. I'm not the one suffering, hearing the sirens, losing people I care about
But it's just... you know, it's just basic human decency to think this is wrong. It could end in an instant if russia just left, but instead... I don't know if a single day has gone by where I haven't seen new news about 3 dead, 9 dead, 50 dead cause a missile hit a funeral, kid dead, family dead when a drone hit their apartment
...I think some people might say I need a break, but you'd be missing the point. I really don't, like most days I'm just numb and keeping informed, but some days it hits me and I wouldn't want to never be hit again with feeling a fraction of just how horrible this really is
The nights when it stops being numbers of senseless murders and it really hits home that each and everyone one of those people was a real person just living their life and now they're gone
...I don't think I'd get through my day if I could process that fact every second of every day, but I wouldn't have any humanity if I didn't sit with that fact some of the time. If this didn't hurt to understand when I really sit with it, something would be deeply wrong
I don't have words for it
Everyday I hope for a miracle, every day I get ready to support Ukraine for as long as it takes, till every inch territory is returned (and beyond, I like Ukraine, no reason not to support them in peace as well)
#before you think I've forgotten other conflicts in the world; you're wrong; they're on my mind too and I feel the same#Ukraine just happens to be my focus and a place where I think I actually have something to say even if it's not a lot#other horrors in this world... I just... I haven't gone back and looked at the past enough; I'm not informed enough#I'm frankly at risk of spreading misinfo cause I lack knowledge#my stance is killing innocents bad; mass killing innocents even worse#so even if I don't name anything by name; my stance is random civilians shouldn't suffer#...then there's all the atrocities I don't even really know about#or just can name a region but couldn't say anything about what's happening other than something bad there#depressed as it would make me; I wish I could keep up with it all; but I think my brain physically might be unable to#like in a literal physical sense all the horrors of the world might have more info than my brain's bandwidth on a physiological level#Congo's a good example where I don't even know enough to know what I don't know#I can take a stab in the dark that the government is corrupt and civilians are having atrocities committed against them#but literally what the hell can I add?#sadly I can't even say I'm gonna educate myself cause I can't keep up#hell; I care a lot about Iranians; and I'm realizing I haven't managed to keep up with what's happening for them#nor in Hong Kong#I wish I could fix it all#but obviously I can't#tonight that eats at me; and I'm ok with that because I think it should eat at me sometimes#anyway; that's why I talk about Ukraine and nothing else#cause that's what I know and so that's who I can champion a tiny bit#I hope I can convince you just to be on Ukraine's side; even if you can't really keep up with it#and in turn you can tell me about situations you do know about and help get me on the side of people who need it#and I don't believe; but we've got no choice but to do the small parts we can#and maybe some how we actually mange to help make things better for some people who are suffering right now#freedom and safety to the world; that's what I'd most like to see right now#...well... that's my thoughts on this I suppose
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BUT YOU BELONG TO ME!
in which â some jealousy headcanons / scenarios for our favourite luofu men!
featuring â dan heng, blade, jing yuan (separately) x gn!reader
wc: total 1.8k, from req: here!, they're so silly goodbye, march + fu xuan cameo ;) reblogs w comments are appreciated, please enjoy!!!
#DAN HENG
look me in the eyes and tell me dan heng wouldnât be the âi'm jealous, but i donât wanna show itâ (but itâs so PAINFULLY obvious that heâs jealous) type, you canât.
definitely amusing to watch him play it cool, cus he has nothing else going on in his brain when youâre within 10 metre radius from him.Â
honestly it would have to be quite specific situations if he ever gets jealous because he likes to keep you close by his side as often as possible. dating or not, he would have some sort of protective instinct âalways making sure youâre secure and cared for. (and yes of course march teases him for it, he never admits it though.)
dan heng tries to focus on the book in his hands, but his mind refuses to make any sense of the words on the page âat least not when youâre standing so close to boothill. (too close for his liking anyway)
the cyborg sits at the opposite end of the couch where dan heng was, while you deftly adjust a compartment of his, engaging in small talk as he makes lighthearted jokes with you. dan heng hears your laughter ring out; the laughter that he adores so dearly, the laughter that never fails to warm his chest, and the laughter he wishes he was the reason for instead.
his eyes flicker up from the page to sneak a glance at you, the way your hands glide over boothill's body churns an ugly feeling, twisting in his chest. he shifts in his seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the unease remains.
his focus on you is suddenly shattered by a loud voice that belongs to no other than march, "dan heng, if you grip that book any harder, you might tear off a page." she stands in front of him, hands on her waist.Â
âthe way i am holding my book is perfectly fine, now if you will, i must get back to reââ
âoh câmon! we all know your ass is not actually reading that book!â he raises an eyebrow, and march only rolls her eyes in response. âitâs literally upside-down.â she teases, unable to hold back a chuckle.Â
dan heng glances down at the book in his hands, finally noticing the upside-down text, to which he quickly closes the book and puts it down. "maybe i was just testing your observational skills.â
march shakes her head, "yeah right⌠just admit youâre too busy staring at them!â
âno iâm nââ he begins to protest but is interrupted when you suddenly appear in front of him. âstaring at who?â you tilt your head curiously, and he can only hope that you donât hear the loud thumping of his heart.Â
march giggles as she runs off to who-knows-where, he silently curses her for leaving him in this predicament. he manages to regain his composure, though his cheeks retain a faint pink hue. âahem, anywayâŚâ he trails off when you sit down next to him, your thighs brushing against each other.
alright you canât keep doing this to him. heâs not a cyborg but it certainly seems like heâs malfunctioning at that moment. (though he doesn't mind if you have to ârepairâ him next; he considers it far preferable to having your hands on boothill anyway.)
#BLADE
this guy REEKS of jealousy.Â
he gets jealous over anything âsaying âgood night!â to an acquaintance? well unfortunately, i donât think theyâre going to be having a very good night; a friendly smile from a passerby? the sudden chill in the air accompanied by his sharp glare is enough to make them rethink their life decisions.Â
and the worst part? he knows it. he's aware of how irrational his jealousy can be, but that doesn't stop the surge of possessiveness that washes over him.
(deep down, he just wants to feel secure in your attention and affection, but itâs true that his jealousy sometimes gets the better of him.)Â
bladeâs âthings to get rid ofâ list exponentially grows with each passing day, ranging from general items he sees no use of, to addresses of people who have wronged you in the past.Â
but thereâs one item on the list that stands out from the rest, the one item he canât seem to bring himself to get rid of, no matter how hard he tries.
37. âblade plushieâ
okay but what kind of website is âstellaron hunters fan merch for sell.comâ anyway? since when do they have a fanbase, and why did you have to buy a plushie of him, of all things?Â
he shoots daggers at the plushie sitting on your bed, on his side of your bed. while he can't always be by your side, surely there's no need for an inferior replacement?
blade sits down beside you, discreetly moving the plushie out of the way. just as you turn to reach for it, he wraps his arm around you and snuggles up to your side; you immediately pause at his affectionate gesture; his hair brushes against your neck as he buries his face into it.
âblade.. what are you doing?â you turn your attention to him, much to his delight.Â
âwhy not spend more time with the real deal instead of⌠that.â he tightens his grip around you, at this point he isnât even trying to hide his jealousy (over a plushie lmao) anymore.Â
"you mean mr. edgelord...?" you barely manage to stifle your laughter as blade shoots up beside you. doesnât hurt to tease him for a bit, right?
âwhat did you say⌠âedgelordâ?â he scoffs, his face twisting into a scowl. he canât believe you gave that thing a nickname, how ridiculous. he makes a mental note to get rid of it asap.Â
âyeah, what about it? jealous that heâs better than you?â you smirk, leaning in close to his face. perhaps youâre enjoying his expression of pure bitterness a little too much, who knew such a handsome face could look so hilariously indignant?Â
his eyes twinkle in amusement, before closing in the distance. âhah, never.â his tone tinged with a touch of possessiveness that he can't quite hide.
âreally? you seem like youâre about to kill it.â you wrap your arms around his neck, his expression softens for just a split second, but youâre able to catch it anyway. âwould you please spare mr. edgelord if i give you a kiss?â
he doesnât respond with words; he presses his lips against yours, gently cradling the back of your head. (you quickly turn mr. edgelord to face the wall before blade pulls you away)
maybe heâll spare âitâ for another day or so, just donât let him catch you hugging âitâ in your sleep again, alas you want âitâ to suffer the same fate as the others on his list.
#JING YUAN
hmm our beloved general⌠well he trusts you, and believes that you wonât do anything rash; but on the other hand there are just some things that neither of you can control, whether itâs letters sent in to ask for his hand in marriage or admires trying to sweep you off your feet (before he can).Â
though not many people would approach you once your relationship goes public, given that heâs the general and all. but imagine him before the two of you became official, clinging to you to fend off your admirers, and the expression on their faces when you shake your head, denying that youâre dating at all.Â
âas for the situation at cloudfordâ general, are you even listening?â fu xuan furrows her brows, and crosses her arms, clearly annoyed. âah my apologies lady fu, please keep going.â jing yuan only flashes a half-hearted smile at her before glancing over to your direction again.
you feel a pair of eyes boring into your back, undoubtedly jing yuanâs; but you pay it no mind, choosing to focus on the discussion at hand. his grip on his teacup tightens when he sees the foxian talking to you leans closer to catch your words. fu xuan raises an eyebrow in concern, unaware but still sensing the rising tension; his eyes visibly twitch the moment their hand brushes against yours.
âlady fu, letâs reschedule our meeting for another time. i believe i have some⌠important matters to attend to.â jing yuan rises up from his seat before fu xuan can reply, swiftly making his way towards you.
youâre startled by the sudden feeling of jing yuanâs arms around you, his chest pressing against your back, as he places his chin against your head. âsorry to interrupt, whatâre you two discussing about?â the foxian is taken aback by the general's sudden appearance, and especially by your current position with him.Â
ân-nothing general!â the foxian seems to hesitate before continuing, âif it isnât rude to ask, are the two of youâŚin a relationship?â jing yuanâs face lights up with his usual lazy smile, but this time it doesn't quite reach his eyes.
your eyes widen in surprise as he presses his lips against your nape, you shiver at his touch, a rush of warmth spreads across your cheeks. you should deny it, to say that you're not in a relationship at all, but you can't bring yourself to. instead, you divert your gaze from the foxian, hoping to spare yourself any further embarrassment.
âgo on, tell them.â he whispers lowly so that only you can hear him. this bastard, youâre going to give him a stern talking to after this..! âsorry to cut this short, please excuse us.â you give a polite nod before pulling the general away.
two days later, as youâre walking along the streets of central starskiff haven, you come across a group of people gathered around a stall. curious, you head over to check out whatâs happening. âyouâre absolutely mortified to discover stacks of articles detailing recent events of you and jing yuan.
âbreaking news! the general is secretly married?!â / âthe truth behind general jing yuanâs relationship statusâ / ârumours confirmed: a detailed guide to the general of luofuâs relationship sagaâ
well at least the pictures of you and jing yuan got your good side⌠and your bad side, and your âi definitely did not sign up for thisâ side. and oh look, thereâs one of you dragging jing yuan by his ponytail too, how wonderful, youâre definitely purchasing that one.Â
but yeah no, youâre not beating the allegations after this.Â
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hii ! could you write a story about like nicholas chavez as a doctor x fem patient smut, I've been trying to find a good story like this but I literally can't đđ
much love !!
summaryâ youâre referred to Dr. Chavez at the hospital due to a misdiagnosis. one of your symptoms include intense, unrelenting arousal and as your doctor, itâs his job to help make you better in any way he can.
warningsâ female masturbation, voyeurism, abuse of power, fingering, body worship, oral, degrading kink, praise kink, public sex kinda(hospital), unprotected sex, sir kink, ass slapping, choking(with tie), erotic asphyxiation, use of doctor during sex, slight manipulation if you squint, aftercare.
a/nâ iâd love if you guys send requests, reblog and commentâşď¸
After a recent misdiagnosis left you frustrated and your symptoms worsening, you were referred to Dr. Chavez. Though he seemed slightly irritated about having to âfix someone else's mess,â he introduced himself with a polite but distant professionalism. He stood before you, impeccably dressed in a white coat over a crisp suit and tie, every detail in place. He was calm, collected, and intensely focused as he started going over your symptoms.
When you finally mentioned the most embarrassing one, the constant, nearly unbearable arousal, you noticed his reaction, a slight widening of his eyes, and a pause in his typing. âAnd, uh, how often would you say this happens?â he asked, his voice steady but his gaze flickering with something unreadable.
âConstantly doctor,â you admitted, cheeks flushing. âIâm always horny, sometimes itâs painful. Like, I just canât think straight, or focus on anything else.â
After ordering several tests, he told you theyâd need to monitor you at the hospital. This only intensified your frustration, the more time you spent in his presence, the worse your symptoms felt, in particular your constant arousal. You tried to distract yourself by prying into his life, probing the doctor with questions. You noticed he wasnât wearing a wedding ring, which made your mind spin even more.
Hours turned to days, and your symptoms didnât let up. You felt more tired, the frustration mounting as medical staff came in and out of your room. Privacy was nearly impossible, leaving you with no room to release the growing arousal that only got worse.
One night, after another round of exhausting tests, the hallway was finally quiet. You were alone. You couldnât help yourself, the relief you craved was all you could think about. Without any other means as your vibrator had long since been forgotten at home, you let your fingers slide down, imagining Dr. Chavezâs calm voice, his firm hands. You closed your eyes, stifling a moan, picturing him standing over you, his gaze intense.
You flipped the sheets off you and hiked up the hospital gown they draped you in. Still not satisfied, you ripped your underwear off and spread your legs, your fingers frantically rubbing your clit then slipping into your sloppy hole. Soft moans filled the room as your head was swarming with thoughts of Dr. Chavez being the one to make you feel good.
Just then, the door clicked open, and there he was, clipboard in hand, looking caught off guard. He hesitated, his gaze flickering to the way you quickly pulled your hand back. He cleared his throat. âI came to check on you,â he said, his tone layered with something more than just professional concern.
You could feel the heat rise in your cheeks. âDoctor, Iâit's been so hard, I couldnât help myself.â
For a moment, he lingered there, eyes locked on yours, before he shook himself slightly. âItâs part of my job to ensure youâre comfortable and to help you,â he replied, voice slightly rougher, eyes not quite meeting yours as he jotted something down on the clipboard.
You looked at him, unable to hold back the desperation any longer and you noticed the dent in his pants. âWell help me, doctor,â you whispered, voice thick with need. âCan you do something to make it go away? Please give me something, anything to make it stop.â
He stopped in his tracks, his already intense gaze darkening as he absorbed your words. âBeg,â he commanded, his voice dropping to a low murmur that sent a shiver down your spine.
âPlease, doctor,â you said, voice trembling, willing yourself to keep his attention. âPlease help me, I need you to fix me, make me feel better.â
A dark chuckle slipped from him as he locked the door behind him, his fingers throwing off his tie and shrugging off his coat. He then stood right before you, his eyes sweeping over your form.
Without another word, he reached out, his fingertips barely grazing over your thigh as he leaned in close. âNeedy, arenât you?â he murmured with a smirk. His fingers teased, trailing down until they brushed against your pussy, his touch almost unbearably light.
âPlease, Dr. Chavez,â you pleaded again, breath catching as his fingers lingered at the edges of your need. âPlease, sir.â
His smile only widened as he took in your reaction, and without another momentâs hesitation, he knelt down before you. His hands were firm under your thighs and then his mouth was on your leaking pussy, a loud moan leaving you as he began. His focus was unrelenting, and you couldnât contain your whimpers, each one drawing him in closer.
Every sound you made seemed to fuel him, his hands gripping you tighter, his touch sending you higher.
âYes thatâs it sir, donât stop,â you whimpered, your hands going to his hair as you held him close and moved your pussy all over his mouth.
âMm- you taste so fucking good, so fucking desperate for me arenât you,â he hummed, in between licks.
He continued, now slipping a finger inside you and sucking on your clit, until, you arched your back off the bed and felt yourself let go, a sensation so intense you squirted and felt your pussy and your whole body quivering from it all.
His eyes met yours, a smirk on his lips. âYou were so desperate, weren't you?â he murmured, brushing a thumb over your cheek. âGlad I could help.â
You leaned in and placed a sloppy kiss on his lips, savoring your own delectable taste.
âHm,â Dr. Chavez paused, his lips still mere inches away from you, âbased on my observations, Iâve come to the conclusion that you still need my help. You still need me to make you better, so I have to put my dick inside you sweetheart, I just have to.â
You nodded almost mindlessly, leaning into his touch, his mere presence was intoxicating. Though you got the relief you wanted, having him so close to you brought you back to square one. Your pussy was still leaking.
Breathlessly, he unbuckled his pants, the sight before you making you drool like a dog in heat. He slipped himself out, revealing a long, thick and rock hard cock you would do anything to feel inside you.
âGod, look at you,â he said, licking his lips and pumping his cock, âtell me how bad you want me, how bad you want this dick.â
âPlease sir, I want you so bad, I need you to fuck me. please help me,â you panted, desperation evident in your voice.
âThatâs a good girl, my patients are always so obedient.â He grabbed your hair, bringing you down to his cockâs level and thrusted into your mouth.
âWorship this cock,â he demanded, his voice sounding strained as he tried to contain his moans.
âFuck, I love your cock doctor, it tastes so good, I- mm, need it so fucking bad,â you said, in between having his dick brush your tonsil. You slurped and moaned as you continuously gagged on the feeling of him being so deep in your throat. Reaching down, you played with your clit, desperate for some sort of relief.
âHey, hey, no,â Dr. Chavez bellowed, âstop touching yourself. Iâm your doctor and I know whatâs best, Iâll help you with my dick inside you, those tiny little fingers wonât satisfy you. They wonât make you better.â
You whimpered in response but listened. He was your doctor after all, he knew best. He would never tell you anything that wasnât accurate.
His moans grew breathy and louder but as soon as you felt his balls tighten, he pulled you off his cock by the hair and in a swift motion, you fell flat on the bed.
âSâgonna be okay sweetheart, my cock inside you is gonna make it all better.â
Just as swiftly, his cock pierced your pussy, slipping inside you and stretching you slowly. The stretch was burning as he groaned and pushed deeper but the feeling was soon replaced by immense pleasure.
âOh god, youâre so fucking wet, sloppy fucking pussy youâve got huh,â he moaned, chuckling.
Your face was contorted in pleasure, looking up at your doctor as he pounded into you, the feeling better than anything else youâd ever experienced in your life. Your moans willed him on and his thrusts became more frantic as he felt your pussy grip and tighten around him.
âThatâs it baby, this desperate little pussy canât get enough of her doctorâs cock, gripping me so tight like she doesnât wanna let me go.â A sob left your lips due to the intensity of it all and soon, you wrapped your legs around his waist, gripping on to him for dear life as you squirted on his cock.
âGood girl, thatâs my needy fucking whore, let it all out.â
Small whimpers filled the hospital room as you slowly came down from your high, but you were still needy, your body grinding against him sending even more jolts of pleasure through you.
âM-more, please sir, just one more,â you begged tears in your eyes.
âJesus Christ baby, youâre a fucking desperate whore arenât you, God, you just canât get enough of my cock.â
Your lips quivered and you knew you were being desperate but you didnât care, all you cared about was your release just one more time. Just once and youâd be okay for the next few days. You needed it quick, the commotion was surely to make a nurse come wandering soon.
âI justâ oh,â your sentence was cut short as he easily flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your ass up to him and slipped inside your wet pussy once more. You spread your legs and arched your back, needing him as deep inside you as he could go.
âThatâs it baby, spread this fucking pussy.â He slapped your ass harshly and soon you felt something slip around your neck. It was his tie. He slipped the tie around your neck, not enough to restrict your airflow too much, but just enough to have your head spinning and only the thought of his cock in it.
âTake it, take this fucking dick. You were so desperate for it, now you have it.â A small cry left your lips as you felt him repeatedly hit your g spot.
âOh you fucking love it, you love your doctorâs cock deep inside your wet fucking pussy donât you, whore,â he inquired, pulling you back to his chest by the tie around your neck.
âY- yes, I love it sir,â you managed to croak out.
âGood girl, because as long as youâre here and under my care, youâre gonna get this dick every fucking night. Every fucking time youâre needy and desperate my cock is gonna be here to fill this pussy.â
His words sent you over the edge and your body convulsed under his touch as you squirted. He continued fucking you through your high but you couldnât take anymore. You squirmed away from him, your pussy somehow still gushing and he quickly pulled out, releasing his warm cum all over your back.
âFucking hell, your pussy is just gushing,â he moaned, as he pumped his cock, milking himself of everything onto your back.
Your body was so weak you could barely form words as you tried to thank him for making you feel better.
âShh, itâs okay baby, itâs my job to help you.â He shushed you then went to the bathroom, bringing back a cloth to clean you up and get you back into your underwear and fix your gown. He didnât need anyone coming to check and seeing you in that state.
He kissed your forehead, caressing your body as you slowly drifted off to sleep.
âItâs okay baby, go to sleep, your doctorâs gonna always be here to make you feel better.â
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xi. slow morning
a/n: from my draftz if theres typos dont tell me im blind and proud... as a side note i feel like i write intimacy better than anything else AM I TWEAKING.
warnings/tags: gn!reader, no use of y/n, no desc of reader's physical features, fluff and smut, short, handjob (e! recievingâvery ekko focused), intimacy (both nonsexual and sexual), cuddling, morning sex, modern!ekko, slight sub!ekko, hoping this position is understandable lol, no morning breath mentions y'all arent in each others face, half-proofread...meaning i gave up halfway thru. goodnight! đđžââď¸
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warm slivers of sunlight seep through cracks in the curtains, spilling on your face as your eyes fluttered open, making a slow ascent into consciousness.
you're met with a phone screen, a pair of hands framing the device. ekko's. a thumb swipes along the screen, transitioning into the next video. two cats cuddling. you watch him hover over the send button, tap it, choose your profile, and type the message 'us :)' before sending it to you. your phone buzzes faintly on the nightstand, though you don't reach for it.
gentle breaths seep into your ears from behind you, relaxed and steady. a shift in movement, warmth enveloping your figureâhis arms, which you reach up to stroke. his hold is protective and grounded.
he was long awake before you, you can tell from the way his voice sounds, smooth and airy.
"morning, angel."
it's a stark contrast from when he first wakes up. he sounds more gruff. more miserable. much like how you sound now.
you groan, soft. you stretch to rub the sleep out of your eyes. "g'morning."
you don't feel miserable, though. far from it. waking up in his arms is the only way you've ever liked waking up.
neither of you will be getting up any time soon. not with the way your legs are tangled together, the way he presses a tender kiss against the shell of your ear as a secondary greeting, it's all too...weighted. too comfortable to just brush past. it's the weekend, anyway.
you turn, neck slightly craned, forehead pressing into his clavicle. his scent clings to him, as intoxicating and heavenly as ever. the faint traces of last night's shower linger. you know he used your body washâhe always did. shea butter lied above a layer of his basic lotion (eucerin, you put him on since he has drier skin), completed with that divine cologne he uses. forest-y, notes of pine and bergamot.
your fingertips drag along the bare skin of his side, and he twitches away from your touch. a breathy laugh exits him.
"that tickles."
you stop, moving down to his core. "sorry," you murmur. it's half-sincere.
your digits dance across the surface of his stomach, quite literally. you create legs with your pointer and middle finger, making your little hand-person do twirls and jumps. his laughs bubbles again.
"that tickles worse," his chin meets the crown of your head when he looks down, unable to catch your expression. a hand meets your nape, mimicking your movements.
it's featherlight and playful, as if bugs are scuttling along your skin. you laugh the same as he does, shoulders shrugging up in discomfort.
"okay, okay! i'm sorry."
his hand settles at the bottom of your back, right where your spine curves inward. it's relaxed at first, but then it presses. pulls you closer. as if there's even any more space to close.
your legs wrap around his waist, the leg which you lay on pushing beneath his hip to raise it. it's only uncomfortable for a second, then it's like you're slowly melting into each other's forms. bare chest to bare chest, chins resting on the other's shoulder, hearts swelling at the same speed. you know your leg will fall asleep soon, but you don't care.
yet, he's not paying enough attention to you. not as much as you'd like. sure, his hand is stroking your back. sure, he still seems like he's trying to find ways to pull you closer. but his focus strays. it's all on his phone, undeserving.
his eyes stay glued to the screen, darting around. some video about owls. his hand was beginning to falter, his affection slowing.
greedy. you need more. you know how to get it.
you shift away and your hand meets his side again. he flinches, assuming you're continuing with your ticklish movements. he settles once realizing you won't. then it trails, a slow drag down towards the front of his boxersâa light blue pair with snoopy and woodstock printed in an even pattern. you bought them for him a while back, and he was never one to complain. plus, they were comfy.
only when your fingers breach the elastic band did he notice what you were doing. he doesn't stop you.
he wasn't soft for very long after you reveal his length. feeling it grow stiff in your hands made your heart rate pick up.
"i've barely even touched you yet," you murmur, turning to litter his neck with open-mouthed kisses. he groans in response.
his tip prods at your naval once his dick is standing at full attention. an airy chuckle flows from you into his ears. your fist closes just below the head, thumb reaching to rub along the sensitive underside. each vein, each ridge that you trace over elicits a whineâones that are close to melodic, satisfying hums to your ears.
your hand moves agonizingly slow, long strokes that leave his mind going fuzzy. it's not long until his tip starts crying, which you happily collect as lubricant. his brows knit together, delicate gasps overlapping the video in the background.
ekko's face nuzzles into the junction connecting your neck and shoulder, plump lips pressing into the end of your collarbone. his moans muffle against your skin.
"hidin'?" you ask, your free hand reaching to run through his locs. he nods, slowly thrusting his hips up into your fist, meeting your movements halfway.
a small noise clicks behind you, and whatever video he was watching stopped. then a thud against the mattress. he dropped his phone. another arm clamps around you, and you know you've got him good.
finally, the attention is on you. his grasp on your body is tight, the sweet desperate nothings he whispers into your ears as he curses and begs you not to stop are angelic.
"fuck...don't stop. please, you make me feel s-so good. god, babyâ"
you loosely echo his words back to him, voice sultry and raspy. "yeah?" you purr. "feels good?"
your wrist flicks faster, too quick for his lazy hips to keep up with. he loses rhythm, his pants stutter. he murmurs something, too shyly for you to hear, yet you can only assume he's coming undone. your theory is quickly confirmed, his movements slowing to a stop as he releases all over your hand and tummy, fingertips pressing into your back.
if only you could hear his pretty cries better. against your skin, they're low and subdued, but you can hear the incantations of your name paired with his voice breaking off at the peak of his climax.
neither of you realized how tense his body had become until he relaxes against you, hand still weakly skimming along your lower back.
still, your bodies were heavy. neither of you wanted to move. but the cum dripping off you was starting to feel weird, and you want it off.
you barely even get to think about moving before his arms squeeze tighter around you. "ekko, i wanna go wipe this off."
"not yet," he whispers shakily. "just...a few more minutes. can't be done with you yet."
you've definitely won his attention. for a few hours.
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Hey I have an idea!
Could we have another type of angst like "if their s/o gets hurt (seriously or not) while they are touring away"
Please đđ
(sorry English is not my first language)
their s/o getting hurt while they're away on tour
content: implied accident (but nothing explicit), established relationship, fluff, angst, etc.
wc: 767
a/n: i left the reason why reader was hurt ambiguous to not make it too specific!
masterlist
seungcheol -
would absolutely blame himself for it even when it was completely out of his control. being leader, he probably wouldn't be able to leave whichever schedule he had (at least not right away), but he'd move hell and earth to make sure you were okay while he made his way back to you. would probably be super snappy at everyone bc of how bad he felt he was away from you in such a time.
jeonghan -
he'd be sad and apologetic, but would hide it behind some of that kidnergarten teacher humor, wanting nothing but to comfort you. would be on the phone with you every second up until he could be with you in person, always cooing at you and pouting through the phone. his caring persona would shine through so much.
joshua -
cannot focus on anything that's not you and it'd show on both his behavior and appearance. if he cant get to you, he'd be constantly checking his phone to hear from you as much as possible. would feel guilty for having to be away but would swallow that in order to focus solely on you.
jun -
worried sick and it'd show in his behavior immediately. if he was on tour, the audience would be able to tell he's a little off, not being his usual silly self. would spend every waking moment on the phone with you, maybe even flying out and missing a show or two to make sure you were okay.
soonyoung -
would literally be unable to function from the moment he heard you'd been hurt. he'd be a completely deflated version of himself, feeling guilt and pain from your own pain. rambles endless apologies to you the moment he gets to call you or be by your side.
wonwoo -
would fly out the moment he heard something happened to you. realistically, he'd probably be unable to stay with you due to tour, but he'd wanna make sure he had you under the best care and knowing you were his main priority even if he had to fly back right away.
jihoon -
makes sure you have everything a person could possibly need despite his distance. constantly on the phone with you, barely paying attention to the outside world bc you're his main concern at the moment. it'd take one single plea from you to get him on a flight home to you, everything else be damned.
seokmin -
terrified and super guilty, and it would show. if he had no way of getting to you immediately, he'd be spamming you and your loved ones for constant updates on your state, constantly apologizing to you over the phone for not being there for you. takes a short break to take care of you as soon as possible.
mingyu -
goes into caretaker mode immediately. will be on the phone all day with you and making sure you have everything you could possibly need to feel better and get properly taken care of during his absence. if he's unable to be with you, he'd still take a flight on his day off even if it means staying for half a day and taking another flight back immediately.
minghao -
doesnt give a fuck if there's some schedule in the way, he'll get to you with or without his company's support. he'd know the members would understand and thats all that mattered. he'd want to beat himself up over not being there, but would put that in the back burner, not wanting to make this about himself.
seungkwan -
he'd be such a mess, he'd have to be sent home immediately upon finding out. he'd be so sad and apologetic for not being there, swearing it'd never happen again. from now on, he'd either take you with him or stay with you (as irrational as that sounded), blinded by emotions as he took care of you.
vernon -
he'd try to be logical about it, finding a way to take care of you despite the distance while he found a way to get back home to you in order to take care of you. this would be one of the few moments in which he'd hate the nature of his job, cursing at himself for not being able to be there for you as soon as humanly possible.
chan -
he'd be a worried mess, feeling like shit due to having not been there for you when you got hurt. super guilty and regretful, constantly sending you flowers or food delivery due to his absence. makes up for it tenfold as soon as he gets a few days off.
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pussydrunk manon from katseye x reader??
idol!manon x surfer!reader
oh my days brother, just think about how much of a fiend she is when it comes to surfer!reader she met while filming the music video for âdebutâ in Columbia. like she leaves abruptly during her part of the MV, just so she can be between your legs. just absolutely devoting her time to youâ oh and donât you worry that wonât be the last time!
cw: obvious smut (r!receiving, cunnilingus, semi!public sex, foul mouth reader, fingering), porn with some plot, fem!reader, reader is somewhat a tan queen, reader is a Spanish speaker, not proofread
There was just something about you to Manon, it wasnât anything extraordinary, you just happen to catch her eyes constantly, maybe it was the Columbia air, or something about you just looked so good. Even when her other members tried to snap her attention off of the beach where you stood, zipping up your wetsuit ready for another casual surf on the beach, Manon was unable to pull her gaze away.
It had been about maybe, 6 even 7 reshoots of one specific part, give or take, where she constantly messed up her part of the choreography, because she was still hung up on you. At every moment she got, she trailed your body as you came out of the sea soaking wet, your hair damp, and your skin glistening, it made her miss every single beat. Truly, it wasnât until her leader, Sophia, had quite literally knocked her to her senses, for her to actually get her part right. It was so bad to the point Sophia had to pry Manon away from the cameraâs to scold her, telling her that if she didnât get her act up, that someone would have to eventually cut her out of the MV.
âCome onâ Manon. We are all trying here, so whatever is going on with you and the beach you keep looking atâ just get it together alright? You know what, just take 5â alright, get your thoughts together, and then weâll call you over okay?â Sophia spoke sullenly, it was clear to Manon that her poor leader was exhausted, and it made her conclude that there was only one way to solve this issue! If she were to be able to talk to that person whoâs been catching her attention for hours at this point, maybe sheâll forget about the whole ordeal and focus.
Biting the bullet, and reassuring herself that she would miss all the shots she doesnât take, she scurried her way over towards the beach. Searching around to see your figure whom was walking out of the communal showers after getting out of your wetsuit, and your regular dry clothes, it was apparent you were about to leave. Manon, who had no intention of letting such a bronze beauty go, pounced over to you, her face lighting up when she inched ever so closely.
âAh waitâ you! You there!â She called out, pointing her hands over to you as she ran closer, of course, since you really just came here to surf, you where taken aback by such a beautiful woman strutting her way over to your vicinity. âAyâ I mean⌠TĂş ahĂ! Ven aquĂ!â The woman spoke in her very clearly broken Spanish.
Pointing at yourself, you looked around the area to see if she was referring to anyone else, but it was mostly likely directed at you as it seemed like she was running towards you. âAh, me? YouâŚyouâre talking to me?â Manon nodded at your inquiry when she finally caught up to you, with your surfboard still gripped in one hand, and your other equipment in one hand, you tried your best to wave back at her.
She was out of breath, like she ran a marathon, Manon let out a long winded sigh, before fixing herself up. âOh youâ you speak English!â
âWell yes, but may I ask why youâre calling for me? Did I forget something on the beach, mi meil?â
Manon, who was now dancing circles in her head, regrading her composure after being completely whipped for you, not wanting anything more, (not to be crude or anything) but to be between your legs right now. She doesnât waste anytime, knowing that sooner or later sheâd have to back on set filming the music video that quite frankly, she didnât care about right now.
âNo itâs uh, itâs not that. Youâre just so stunning I couldnât get my eyes off you for awhile now andâŚâ
Abruptly cutting her off on that comment with a light chuckle, finding it quite humorous thatâs all she had to say, but quite in awe at her lethal face card, you too, unknowingly didnât want her to leave your sights so soon. âWell thank you so much pretty girl, I could say the some about you! So, you, your single?â
âYea!â I mean, yes I am, why may you ask?â
âYou look, interested in me? Ah I meanâ sorry that may be wrong, but people here are very straightforward, so I assumed you may had intend the same.â You admitted, not wanting to come off as snarky or insensitive, but truly meaning no harm to your words. Luckily for you, Manon was an expert at picking up social cues, and somewhat understood what you were putting down.
âNo your completely right, your gorgeous, I wanted to just get your number so like, I could have some way of contacting you. You catch my drift?â
See thatâs how it started, it was innocent, and you hadnât minded spending your time with a beautiful woman for a few days in a row because she could only stay in Columbia for so long. Everything was slow, until it wasnât, from what began as a friendship turned out to be nothing but a way to relieve her stress after another day of shooting.
Manon was so sweet in the beginning, offering to bring you over to the set while she was filming, showing you the inside and outs of the music industry. Even letting you be a backgrounder for a main shot which included her and her other 5 members, always making it apparent that she wanted to be near you every waking moment. Which was both endearing and suspicious as youâve only met her for maybe 5 days at maximum.
It was all friendly really until you offered to stay with her alone at the backstage during her one off break, where things truly took a turn. She had finished a shoot and wanted to have another lighthearted conversation with you, without all her nosy members butting in, which had lead you to be in the makeup room that was all the way in the back of the building the company she worked for rented.
Manon, who knew her time was limited with you, had grew tired of waiting for you to make the next move again, and wanted to hurry this up so she could regain into her focus once more. As you spoke about your tales at sea, and dangerous waves you conquered by sheer luck, you dismissed the way her hands slithered around your inner thigh.
You tried to wave it off like it was just your hormones talking, but sadly you were unable to deny the heaving in your chest as she brought her face closer towards yours. It wasnât long until you were sitting on one of the vanity desk, pinning up against a mirror and Manon, kissing her lips hungrily like it was the first meal youâve had in days. Both of your hungers consumed each other, as suddenly you allowed entrance of her tongue into your mouth, dancing with hers as fisted a bundle of her shirt.
She needed to feel every inch of you so badly, she wasnât even trying to pry off your jeans as this point, she just swiftly slid her fingers to unbutton and unzip as best she can before gliding her fingers into your undergarments. She rubbed your bud for a bid, creating a decent amount of slick from her fingers. âHah, youâre a lot more easy than I imagined youâd be.â Manon giggled to herself before prepping you for her fingers, slowly inserting two, in a very agonizing pace, almost as if she was teasing you.
Gripping onto her shoulders in a mix of discomfort and anticipation, she couldâve swore you were digging so far deep into her skin to either leave cute or dents from where you held yourself. She found the way you winced your eyes in pain almost like a spectacle to her, finding it more amusing as she slowly, but surely made her way into fucking both her index and middle finger into you.
The sounds of your moaning and squelching of her fingers gliding in and out of you so easy was music to her ears, she wanted to hear more, she needed to feel more. She quickened her pace at unbelievable speeds, being a dancer and singer really did something to her stamina and speed as she didnât slow down one bit. Fucking her fingers into your delicious tightness, she didnât know where to focus, whether it be the way your hips buckled and grinded to the rhythm of her fingers, or how your body arched more and more when you came undone. (Maybe even when your body writhed whenever youâd suck her fingers up so quickly.)
It was all too much, it would be an understatement if you said it was just good, âYeah good girl baby, you can come.â She would whisper foul words just like that as sheâd let you unravel yourself all over her digits, fucking you through your high continuously as she wanted to see how tour faced looked again while she fingered you towards your high.
But knowing her, that wasnât enough, she needed more, to taste how delectable you were. Manon, who had the stamina of course, of a dancer, didnât even let you calm down from your high as she slid her fingers out of you with a sharp pop, reaching over to her fingers seeing the mess you made all over her.
Putting her fingers into your mouth to muffle your quiet mewls, she brought her face down at your bud, and gave it gentle kitten licks. Loving the taste of you as you just finished, making it all the easier to taste you, as your hips buckled by the sensation of pain from the previous high, you tried connecting your thighs together to stop her from licking. To no avail as she dug her nails into your plush thighs and spreader you open once more.
It took her no time to eat you out as your gripped onto the edge of the vanity to form some sort of stability between the both of you. Grabbing her knotless boho braids, trying to pry her off of you gently, but not enough to mess up her newly done hair, knowing youâd be told off by her from how long she spent getting it done. You pleaded with her to stop as you felt tingly and it hurt a lot, and that you were sore or whatever.
âWaitâ hahâ Manon! Stop, I canâtââ
She had no regard for your soft feelings, her mind was absolutely drunk on the taste of your pussy, she needed every drop you could give her, and wasnât leaving until she got what she wanted. Her tongue exploring the deeper into you, feeling like you were about to burst as she had no indication of stopping. She even went as far as to reach her hands out and cover your mouth with her index and middle finger, and rub your bud once more, letting you come undone quicker.
To her surprise it actually worked, she watched as your face twisted from sheer discomfort to immense euphoria, feeling like you where on cloud 9. The way her tongue swirled all around as she rubbed her thumb across your lower region, it was once again, all too much. Causing you to arch your back and release another wave of pleasure, this time atop her tongue.
She couldnât believe the sight that was in front of her right now, pulling away from your sweet cum dripping cunt, she didnât want to leave so soon. She wanted so much more, but noticing how the time flew by so quickly, she probably had maybe 2 minutes before Sophia, or maybe even Megan would burst inside and interrupt her. Finally deciding to pack it up as she left you a mess on the desk, picturing seeing you in different places with the same expression, she sighed as she spoke.
âShit girl, you taste fucking good, Iâll meet you at your place after shooting. I canât get enough of that.â
You nodded breathlessly at her comment before trying your best to put everything back onto your body, your legs in a complete state of soreness, comparably worse to when you first started surfing. She was amazing at what she did, and god did you both enjoy every single moment you got together before she had to go back to Korea.
god manon twin, Iâm sorry if you ever have the indecency to ever see thisđŞ this was my most shameless moment I hope you forgive me anyways lol⌠i love tan!reader đŤđŤ
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summary: in which leaving the past behind is not as easy as forgetting, and you want to be everything jungkook wants to know.
idol!jungkook x f!reader, est. relationship / angst, fluff / wc: 7.9k
playlist: strange by celeste / sinking by clairo / manta rays by chloe moriondo / ceilings by beabadoobee / iris (cover) by phoebe bridgers & maggie rogers
content/warnings: [deep breath] no one will know the violence it took to become this gentle / itâs their first winter as a couple / ocâs ex bf slaps oc / jk beats up the ex / blood and bruises / crying :( / mention of cheating (not in our mainâs rs we donât tolerate that in this household :]) / mention of s*x / jimin as both their older brother and friend :(
in which masterlist!
note: greeting 2024 with angst woopsie⌠i literally ugly sobbed writing a particular scene T_T⌠anwww i hope itâs a good read <3 as always reblogs and feedback are appreciated! iâd love to hear your thoughtsss đĽş
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the word VICTORY flashes across the screen.
with a proud smirk adorning his lips, jungkook pushes down his headphones to hang around his neck.
he rises from his seat, resting his crossed arms over the partition dividing the computer that youâre renting from his.
âhi, baby. are you almost done?â
he chuckles to himself when he realizes that you didnât hear him, not with the music blasting from your headphones. you direct your attention upwards when endless song by no reply is abruptly put on pause; the cushions of the headphones are pressed up against your cheek by your boyfriendâs doing.
âwhat?â
âhi, baby. are you almost done?â
âoh, yesâŚâ your focus returns to the screen, fast fingers dancing along the keyboard without an ounce of hesitation weighing on them. âi just⌠need to⌠send the file to my email.â
jungkook blinks at the long rows of words youâre masterfully curating, thinking to himself â how the hell do you think and type that fast at the same time?
it was his suggestion to stay at a pc bang tonight so you could be together while you each do your own thing. he spent his half of his day-off playing games, and during that time, you worked on your research paper and finished an essay that isnât even due for another week. you took a break every hour, munched on some snacks, and cheered him on while he was diligently playing. perhaps he couldâve done something more productive today, but it couldnât have made him happier.
he holds out the last slice of gimbap in between chopsticks, lightly poking your lips, and his heart flutters when you offer him a sweet smile after welcoming the big bite with some difficulty, cheeks full and nose scrunched.
âis there anything else you want to eat?â
you shake your head, and unable to speak while chewing, you gesture for water as if youâre playing charades.
a kiss is granted to your forehead.
when he comes back with a bottled water, all your tabs have been closed and youâre wearing your white beret again, re-organizing your belongings in your backpack.
âready to leave?â he inquires as he hands your order.
you hum as a reply, standing from your seat as you swing the backpack over your head to wear it with little to no effort.
jungkook thinks youâre so cool.
you visit the restroom as he settles the bill. when you come out, heâs already pulling out a credit card from his wallet. you decide to head straight for the door then, wait for him outside as the air inside the room has started to feel a little too stuffy after you stepped away from the computer.
youâve always thought about itâ how time stands still when you experience something traumatic, how that moment feels stretched for eternity⌠how utterly barbaric that is. youâre forced to memorize frames of the origin of your scars, relive it over and over again, eyes closed and open. moments of happiness, on the other hand, are fleeting. they are sand slipping through the gaps of your fingers. getting out of bed is scooping them in your hands and praying that they will hold on to you in the following rotations and revolutions of the earth. they never do.
there he stood at the bottom of the stairs, just as horrified as you.
his face is the last thing you want to see on a winter night.
because you still recall the amalgamation of emotions in his eyes two winters ago. his skin was flushed from the cold, but he turned redder with anger and your stomach coiled in shame.
âjuwon?â
the name felt odd in your mouth. itâs like when you eat a food you havenât had in a long time, and it doesnât quite taste like you remember it.
and to be honest, you didnât know what you expected to happen when he carried on to climb the remaining steps that led to you. but it definitely wasnât⌠this.
the first hand to carress your bare body, as if it was in disbelief of its existence, and the rings you used to blindly adoreâ they collide with your cheek with a sound that resonates in your eardrums.
the slap thins out into a ringing noise.
âare you insane?!â
it continues to assault your hearing even as you scream and hit him back.
it ends when someone bumps against your shoulder in a haste, and the next thing you register is juwon lying on the ground with jungkook sitting on top him, balled fist throwing unforgiving punches at your ex-boyfriendâs face. juwon is held hostage by the shock and is unable to reciprocate jungkookâs aggression. he attempts to fight back but your boyfriend dodges easily.
âjungkook! stop, stop, stop!â
you run down the stairs with panic thundering in your chest, nearly in tears as you forcefully grasp at the back of jungkookâs coat to pull him away, but with his strength and the adrenaline flowing through his veins, your efforts prove to be fruitless.
âyou fucking bastard! iâm gonna kill you!â
âthatâs enough-â you cry out. âplease!â
âhow dare you lay a hand on my girlfriend like that, huh?!â
he is furious, gripping the collar of juwonâs sweater and slamming him to the ground.
âyour girl?â coughing, juwon faces the side to spit out the blood in his mouth, which then shapes into an arrogant smirk. âdidnât you know? ____ was mine first. i was the first!â
the next punch he receives cuts his lower lip open, and a stronger metallic taste assaults his tongue.
âjungkook!â
before jungkook could inflinct more permanent damage, you resort to holding back his arm with both of your hands.
your gazes connect, and your heart drops to your stomach. he is seething with anger. your blood runs cold and a thick haze clouds your thinking. you canât move your limbs. what do you do? what do you do? what do you do?
â____, let go. iâm not fucking finished with him.â
âplease,â you beg, ignorant of the tears that have begun to slide down your cheeks. âthatâs enough. look at him!â
âand why should i care?â he spits out as he shrugs you off.
âah, jungkook! i said thatâs enough! why wonât you listen to me?!â
your desperate tantrum falls on deaf ears. you squeeze your eyes shut when he re-assumes his stance, tucks his thumb over his folded fingers, exactly what he taught you about making a proper fist to avoid injuring oneâs self when boxing.
âstop it! youâre scaring me!â
that throws a bucket of ice over jungkookâs head. the anger in his eyes is replaced by vacancy, and with that, juwon seizes the opportunity to finally strike him with a jab and escape from underneath him. jungkook finds himself pushed aside on the ground with a throbbing cheek, mostly likely to be noticeably bruised in the next hours.
âlove-â you gasp, and you rush over to him but your path gets rudely obstructed by your ex.
âis this the guy you cheated on me with?â
he is extremely near that you can feel him panting on your face. two years later, your stomach coils in disgust. your glare is venomous, and if only looks could kill, if only looks could killâŚ
âjust leave, wonât you? whatâs the point of all this?â you roughly push him away with your remaining shred of energy, driven by exhaustion and frustration. âit was so long ago! get a fucking grip!â
he huffs in disbelief as he wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth. it also drips from his nose and eyebrow. strange enough, you do not feel guilt nor compassion for this man. not anymore.
âare you seriously crying just because he got punched one timeâŚ? isnât that a little unfair? you loved me too. once.â he snickers, but he is visibly pissed off. he can no longer look at you in the eye. âshit, is he that much of a better fuck than me?â
your skin crawls. bile creeps up your throat. technically speaking, this is the consequence of your own actions, but you canât help but to be resentful.
âyou areâŚâ your voice trembles, but your glare remains unwavering. âstill as despicable and shallow as ever⌠and i donât regret what i did.â
and it may have been a long time ago, but you still know how to hit him where it hurts the mostâ his ego.
you purposely bump against his shoulder as you make your way to jungkook, leaving him speechless as he stares at the ground. the night the two of you broke up, you were crying and begging him for forgiveness⌠what the fuck happened?
âletâs go home.â you demand quietly while refusing to meet jungkookâs stareâ a mix of confusion, offense, and rage.
but the thing about juwon? he always needs to have the last word.
âyou better keep a close eye. you might think you know ____, but whores never change. especially those who became one so young.â
âdude, how are you still speaking?!â
itâs too late when you realize that jungkook has left your side. he swings at juwonâs face with a force that sends the man stumbling backwards. he completely loses balance then collapses on the ground with a curse that almost misses your ears.
âdonât ever go near ____ again! donât even think of it! if you show your face to me again, i might really end up fucking killing you. you hear me?!â
â
jungkook doesnât recall a time when he felt a rage this intense and consuming. witnessing you get slapped, his vision went dark and he was shaking with fury. everything was a blur after that, but he knew one thing: this man violated the most precious person to him, and he wonât allow him to get away with that unscathed.
and that must be why he feels restless until now. neither one of you has dared to utter a word for the past couple of minutes. he canât see your face as youâre walking ahead of him, leading the way with his wrist in your cold hand. however, he can hear your sniffles, and he can see you wiping your tears dry with the back of your hand. he thought he has experienced heartbreak, but this pain cuts deeper than anything he has ever felt.
âbaby, letâs go back.â
he breaks the silence, standing infront of you to stop you on your tracks. he almost reeks of desperation as he intertwines your fingers together.
âplease? there should be a cctv camera infront. we can sue him.â
âare you even hearing yourself? youâll also get into trouble!â
his insistence only fuels the urge to cry and scream and break things. itâs an understatement to say that youâre ashamed. it was foolish of you, really, to assume that leaving the past behind would be as easy as forgetting. it may be out of sight but it is everywhere, and it sneaks up on you without tell and mercy.
âyou attacked him out of nowhere! he can sue you for that too!â
âout of nowhere?â he repeats your words slowly, hurt flashing across his face. âi was protecting you, ____! who knows what else he couldâve done? and the shit he was talking about you? was i just supposed to stand there and do nothing?â
âand iâm protecting you too! why did you even have to punch him again?! he was obviously just trying to provoke you! god, i-â you release the air in your lungs you didnât realize youâve been holding. âthank god he didnât see your face.â
that struck a nerve for some reason. he harshly rips off the mask that has been concealing half of his face all along.
âhe hit you! look- fuck, youâre bleeding-â
oh, his rings mustâve grazed you.
jungkook brings out a clean white handkerchief from the backpocket of his pants, pressing it softly against your cheek. the sharp sting forces you to grit your teeth. itâs not only the wound⌠your skin is still warm and tender from the assault. youâre terrified to look at the mirror. you donât want to feel sorry for yourself.
âand thatâs what youâre really worried about right now?â
âokay, then iâm sorry for caring about my boyfriend and his career! iâm sorry, okay?!â
he dies a little inside when you harshly push his hand aside.
so this is what it feels like to be at the other end of your anger⌠shitty. it feels really shitty. after what happened, there is no sadness or fear. the twinkle in your eyes have been replaced with sharp daggers and it is gutwrenching to watch. it clicks for him then: you werenât scared of him. you were scared for him.
he doesnât allow you to go further than ten feet away. he seizes your arm before sneaking his hand on your waist to tug you closer to his body.
âyou think iâm letting you out of my sight again? itâs not happening!â
you click your tongue in exasperation, left with no choice but to admit defeat as he hails the approaching taxi. you cover your face to hide from the blinding headlights.
ever the gentleman, jungkook opens the door for you.
âget in, ____.â
and the first thought that enters your mind: the air freshener is nauseating. it has to be something mixed with lemon.
you roll the window down as your boyfriend dictates the address of your destination to the taxi driver. not yours, but his. you send him an unimpressed scowl, but he only looks back at you challengingly under the warm dim light. the soft cloth is placed over your wound again, rudely snatched as you turn away from him. you hold it on your own as you watch the world outside the window, streetlamps with blurry light streaks and homes you will never set foot into. in the midst of your musing, you register the weight on your head, or its lack thereof. your beret landed on the ground in the aftermath of the first strike. what is there left to lose?
you thought you could be happy at last, but beside you is another soul youâve stained with your bloody hands.
juwon was right, you never change.
â
âi still donât think itâs right that i know the password.â you whisper as you push the door open.
âbut i have a key to your house. whatâs the difference?â
âi donât knowâŚâ you begin removing your boots, carefully placing each one in the middle level of the shoe rack. âyou live with six other people.â
ânamjoon-hyung and yoongi-hyung are in their studios. the others went home.â
you enter the living room with jungkook hugging you from behind. his cheek rests on top of your shoulder, and he doesnât want to let you go. the ride here was suffocating. he thought you wouldnât talk to him for the rest of the night anymore.
you blink at jimin who is sprawled out on the sofa, a gray blanket that matches his sweatpants is covering his naked torso.
âwhy does he sleep here? doesnât he have a bed?â
âthe sofa is more comfortable.â he mumbles loud enough for you to hear as he opens his eyes halfway, but then he gives up and closes them again, curling in on himself to resume his slumber.
âokay⌠now i know what to get you for your birthday.â
for a brief second jungkook assumes that youâre joking, but you sounded way too nonchalant.
âa sofa?â
âa new mattress,â you blankly stare back at him, before proceeding to break free from his embrace to search for the bathroom.
he follows you like a lost puppy, whining. âwhy does he already have a birthday gift and i donât?!â
âquiet!â
he winces. âsorry, hyung!â
â
youâre perched in the space between jungkookâs thighs, legs swung over one of them as he tenderly presses a cold compress against your left cheek. youâve changed into the pair of pink cooky pajamas he wore a few times and has kept in his closet specially for you. sinking into his mattress, drowsiness has also begun to seep into the depths of your bones. itâs been an arduous week, and youâre exhausted of fighting in every sense of the word.
âhe deserves more than what he got away with.â he mutters through gritted teeth.
âjungkook, enough.â you chide at him with a sigh. âletâs just forget about this.â
âyour face is going to be bruised for atleast a week! how am i supposed to âjust forgetâ? are you hearing yourself?â
your rhetoric question from earlier comes back to gnaw at your thread-like sanity. you feel backed into a corner. you canât think of a solution that will put this issue at rest, much less make either one of you feel better.
âheâs not worth it.â
âyou are to me.â he declares.
itâs impossible to argue with that. you want it to stay true. you want him to keep believing in you.
âiâm tired.â you whisper, removing yourself from his lap. âletâs go to sleep.â
he gazes at you with longing.
you are lying on his bed but you have never felt so far away.
âare we really not going to talk about this?â
ânot now. iâm tired, jungkook.â
âbabyâŚâ
âjuwon is a terrible person, but i had it comingâŚâ you mumble. âthatâs all there is to it.â
foreboding silence falls upon the bedroom. you canât bring yourself to look at jungkook, so you close your eyes and pray that when the sun rises, this night will simply turn out to be a nightmare orchestrated by your wicked mind.
âwhatever that is, it doesnât warrant what he did.â he plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, and it takes everything in you not to fall apart into a thousand shards. âand iâm sorry that i couldnât stop it from happening.â
â
jungkook returns after his shower, not yet done with drying his dripping hair with a towel. youâve drifted off to sleep in the time that he was gone, lips slightly parted open as you breathe out puffs of air in a steady rhythm. your hair is a halo and youâre an angel snoozing on a cloud.
he heard it loud and clear, and you havenât denied it either, but thereâs not a part of him that believes it. is he blindly in love with you? is this what he was warning him about? are you not an angel, but a siren?
wary of waking you up, he attaches a bandaid to your cheek. he flicks the lightswitch but he turns on the night lamp so you wonât have to manuever the dark incase you wake up in the middle of the night in need of the bathroom.
shit, shit, shit. he curses in his head when you begin shuffling as soon as he settles himself on the bed, but itâs just you unknowingly seeking for warmth in your sleep. he gathers you in his arms and your pillow is abandoned in favor of his naked chest. it always feels fitting, like his heart is the stuffed toy that you canât go without at night.
he swallows the lump in his throat, brushing your hair away from your face to gently caress your soft skin. you look so serene. but your exâs fingers can be traced on the red bruise that has tainted your cheek and his jaw clenches, hand momentarily balling into a fist to release the leftover anger still boiling in his blood. everyday, you feel the need to act tough because of people like him, and you are⌠but deep down, he knows, that you just crave to be loved.
âyou loved me too. once.â
however, that has lost its meaning when juwon didnât love you the way you deserved to be loved.
and jungkook admits itâs not as easy for him to do in a whole different dimension. he leads a kind of life not everyone survives, but that never stopped him for trying his damn hardest.
â
youâre awoken in the middle of the night by jungkookâs forehead accidentally knocking against yours. his snoring doesnât cease, however, and you had to remind yourself that this is the same boy who continued sleeping despite rolling off his inflated sleeping bag on camera.
you slowly sit up as you rub the sleep from your eyes. you spend an unknown amount of time spaced out, barely blinking. afterwards, you force yourself to leave the comfort of the bed, taking the cold compress along with you. you drain the melted ice over the kitchen sink before opening the refrigerator to refill it with ice cubes. you canât help but to allow your eyes to wander around, which then leads you to contemplate on whether to cook ramen or not⌠but then again, itâs already 3am and most likely, you wonât be able to sleep again if you do.
âyah! why are doing just standing there?â
the deep voice echoes throughout the kitchen. you yelp in shock, nearly dropping the ice bag as you tap on your pounding chest.
âi told you to stop doing that!â
jimin bursts into a fit of too delighted giggles, hunched over the kitchen counter as he places a hand over his belly. heâs fully clothed this time, fresh from the shower, judging from his hair.
âitâs not funny!â you whine. âone of these days i might be holding a knife when you do that!â
âey, what would you be holding a knife for? jungkook never lets you lift a finger while youâre here.â
thatâs just because he knows youâre not very talented in the kitchen.
the wide smile on his face then fades, expression morphing into one of concern as he studies your face bathed by the refrigerator light.
âwhat happened to your face?â
fuck, youâve completely forgotten about that.
âitâs a long story.â you sigh, closing the refrigerator.
âitâs alright. i have all the time in the world to listen.â
âyou know that i really appreciate that and iâm grateful butâŚâ your smile borders on a wince. âno, you donât. get some more sleep, please.â
your unexpected response causes jimin to scratch his head shyly. the two of you stare at each other for a few seconds before laughing at the same time.
âoh, thatâs right!â you pause on your tracks when an essential item pops in your mind. âdo you have healing ointment? for cuts and bruises and stuff?â
âitâs for jungkook,â you add.
âdoesnât he have that?â
âitâs not here,â
your sweet smile tells jimin everything he needs to know.
âah, that kid really comes home to different houses now. heâs all grown up.â
ââŚand how many exactly?â you arch an eyebrow.
he purses his lips together, jokingly pretending to think hard. âthe dorm⌠and then his family⌠then thereâs you?â
âanywhere else?â
ânope!â
âsooo, do you have it or not?â
âiâll go downstairs and buy it right now.â
he offers you a kind smile and pats on the head. a protest dies down in your throat as he goes straight for the front door.
âthank you!â
âyouâre welcome!â
â
despite your active efforts to avoid making any sort of noise, the door produces a small âclickâ as you cautiously close it behind you. you discover that jungkook has flipped over to face your side, his arm outstretched as if he was reaching out for you. you almost feel bad for leaving him alone in bed, so you sit next to him, positioned on the lower half of the bed since he took up your space.
a short snore escapes him, one that rises then falls so abruptly, like a note on the piano pressed on accident. you cover your mouth to muffle your giggle.
how adorable. you have grown to tolerate, and even adore, his snoring.
stolen kisses on his bruised knuckles, tiny and featherlight, apologetic most of all. their bad condition brought upon by boxing worsened when he used his dominant hand bare, knuckles of his two longest fingers ripped. it seems that he did the bare minimum by putting a stop to the bleeding then washing them clean, then nothing else. he didnât even tell you, didnât complain or show any sign that he was in pain.
you hold the cold compress over his bruises, switching between his cheek and knuckles, mindful of not touching the wounds as to not aggravate him in his sleep.
youâve been stripped down bareâ your pride and dignity dismantled into pieces that create a picture of you that you do not like⌠but could be the love and sincerity in your heart be enough to live by? even if no one is awake to witness it?
youâre saved from drowning in your thoughts by the front door being unlocked. for the second time, you tiptoe your way out of jungkookâs bedroom.
âthis is for wounds, and thenâŚâ jimin returns the tube inside the paper bag to grab the other. âthis one, for bruises.â
âthank you. iâll pay you back.â
âyah!â jimin expands his eyes threateningly, which you mimic in challenge as you hug the paper bag to your chest. âiâm also your older brother, okay? i should do these things for you.â
you scrunch your nose, to express disagreement at first, but later on it only makes your smile appear brighter.
âdoesnât it hurt you to smile? please use them well too, ____. do you understand? thatâs why i bought the biggest ones!â
it does hurt.
âthank youâŚâ you reply shyly.
youâve forgotten how it feels like to be taken care of by family.
â
âbaby, where did you go?â
jungkookâs raspy voice is music to your ears.
he woke up a mere minute ago, caught in the middle of sitting up on the bed once it caught up to his sleep-muddled brain that youâre no longer beside him.
ânowhere,â
you sit at the edge of the bed without another word, putting his hands over your lap to apply the healing cream to his afflictions.
his eyelids flutter in sleepiness as he watches your every movement.
a small dollop at the pad of your finger, transferred over his torn knuckle and smeared with the lightest of touch. occasionally your finger pauses, unsure, calculatingâ the last thing it wants is to hurt him.
he kisses your lipsâ he feels suspended in timeâhasnât quite reconnected with reality and with his body. wide-eyed, you seem taken aback by the display of affection. his mouth then softly curves with fondness.
âi love you.â
âi love you, too.â you whisper timidly.
your actions have become hurried, but jungkook is far too drowsy to notice your discomfort.
for the final part, you rub the cream on the bruise on his cheek. you press a kiss on the corner of his lips. âall done. go back to sleep.â
âletâs go,â
he hooks his arm under your knees, eager to carry you over to your side of the bed, but he gets interrupted by your protest.
âwait, wait, wait- i need to pee first.â
âwha- hurry!â he complains with a peeved frown, which you fail to catch a glimpse of because he has squeezed you taut against his body. âi wonât be able to sleep without you here.â
â
eternally cursed with the ability to feel too much of everything.
you push your back against the bathroom door, breathing heavy and labored as you blindly pat around for its lock. the click serves as the cue for your salty tears to drip from the edges of your eyelashes, cascading down, down, down your chin. some of them crash on the collar of your pajama top, the rest on the white tiled floor. this room is a stranger to your shipwreck, but old habits die hard.
the intense pressure of the water collides with the porcelain sink. rain and thunder and the gusts of wind being your gasps for air. an isolated storm undetected in the city of seoul youâre forced to brave alone, on the floor, tucked into yourself to protect the beating sacredness inside your ribcage. the sobs claw their way up your throat rather than soaring like exhales do.
no one has ever raised their hand at you. not even your parents. not even when you broke your grandmotherâs precious china, or lost their big paper bills to the wind, or cursed at them for embarrassing you infront of your friends.
you want to be mad and say that juwon deserved what he got. you want to say that you hope his nose is broken. but you donât know how one is supposed to react when something like that happens. you donât know if it justifies everything after that. if the roles were reversed and you slapped him, wonât no one bat an eye?
âŚand you know jungkook has questions you still havenât figured out how to answer. you know he now has reasons to doubt you. you know in his eyes, you may now be a hypocrite and not the advocate he adored. these days, you donât really want to be seen as anything less or more than who you are, but you so desperately wish to be someone he is proud to love.
you feel mocked for even daring to dream of it.
âiâm tired, iâm tired, iâm tired.â
incoherent mumbles further stirs the unbridled chaos.
âiâm so sick of this. why⌠why do bad things keep happening to me?â
you donât expect an answer but you yearn for some sort of meaning. you donât mind suffering but you wish it could only be to an extent where you donât have to fear.
echoes of rumbles and thunder. youâre nearer the sky but farther from heaven.
â
itâs been more than a week. youâve been waking up with a gaping hole in the middle of your torso. you climb out of bed, cover up your cheek with make-up, good as new, and go about your day as if nothing happened. life on its own is already too much of a burden for you.
jungkook checks up on you everyday, though, despite his busy schedule. mostly through the phone, and whenever he can, he goes straight to where you are after work to dote on you no matter the time. he kisses you on the cheek, claims himself to have healing properties, and says i love you. and during those periods of time you were together, he hasnât said another word about the incident. and it has been driving you absolutely insane.
you glance down at him, sat on the floor with an ipad balanced on top of his propped up knees, wearing one of your anti-radiation glasses as he finds himself absorbed in drawing the view a foot away from him. you.
âwhy do you keep looking at me?â he scolds you lightheartedly. âgo back to studying so we can go to sleep.â
âcanât help it,â you mumble as you reposition your pen over the paper. youâve been reorganizing your notes the whole night for your upcoming tests, but your mind keeps flying everywhere else. âmy boyfriendâs too pretty.â
âah, it canât be helped then. sorry about that.â he smirks cockily, pulling the dramatics by switching his eyes between you and his back. âshould⌠should i turn around then?â
âdid you box again?â
the accusation is spat out before you can think twice.
âoh, you did. your knuckles are all messed up again.â
he pouts, crossing his legs. âbut baby, i have to train... i wrapped my hands properly!â
âstill,â you sigh. âcanât you just let them heal for a little while?â
you turn to the cabinet on your other side to bring out the pouch of healing ointments youâre now suspecting he brought and didnât accidentally leave behind.
you lay out your hand, and jungkook puts his on top of yours, dragging himself close.
you both smile when you see that he has laid his hands over your thighs like heâs getting a manicure. silly boy. you pull them closer by his fingers so you can reach his red knuckles.
âwhy are you trying so hard?â
your finger is stained with his blood. your voice is as gentle as your touches, and thatâs why it hurts.
jungkook doesnât know either. heâs been trying to extinguish his leftover anger and bitterness through work and boxingâ suppressing the onslaught of negative thoughts threatening to poison what the two of you have. jungkook doesnât want to know. he doesnât want anything to change. right now, he canât afford them to.
âthereâs no one to fight.â
âturns out there is,â he argues.
he regrets it as soon as your hand trembles.
âitâs okay⌠to ask. weâre in a relationship. youâre entitled to know things like that.â your eyes are unafraid again, and it scares him, like youâre always prepared to let him go. âi wonât get offended, or anything like that. if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
âi trust you,â he says simply. âso i donât need to know. especially if talking about it makes you uncomfortable. itâs okay⌠weâre okay, baby.â
stillness washes over the room like a tide that swallows everything up, and for a moment jungkook is convinced that the two of you will never bring it up again.
but the words you utter next are a punch to the gut.
they almost sound like a plead.
âbut i canât live my life that way, jungkook.â
strands of your hair descend to your face, framing it perfectly, but your eyes become hidden from view. you rip a bandaid open and blanket it over his two knuckles, still wounded as before, if not worse.
âif you intend to be with me for a long time, then i need you to need to knowâŚâ because there will be things iâd want to tell you, but wouldnât feel the need to.
âthen tell me,â he replies, prompted by a renewed determination. âi donât just intend to be with you for a long time. i want way more than that.â
â
jungkook fiddles with the hello kitty bandaid using his thumb, mind reeling and grappling to process the overload of information told by your storytelling voice. all of a sudden, heâs grateful that you decided to lie down on the bed for this conversation.
âjuwon was your boyfriend before me, no?â
âno, no, no. he wasâŚâ your lips part as if you have something more left to say, but you eventually give up. âyup, no.â
âso you found out that heâs been cheating on you for-for two mo-â
âthree-â
âthree months, and youâŚâ he blinks. âslept with a stranger and let him catch you?â
âi was really petty. i was seventeen after all⌠my pride couldnât take it. my friends- they tried to stop me but⌠but all i could think of was how to make him feel the way i was feeling.â your voice sounds small, smaller as you squeeze yourself into his side and curl up to hide your face. âso i let him think i was the bad guy.â
he understands that you were vengeful, but he doesnât know if you comprehend the scale of what you have done.
âhe looked so sad and hurt that i started to feel guilty. i donât know if i was still acting when i was apologizing to him.â you scoff with eyebrows knitted together. âi felt so dirty⌠i still feel like a bad person, you know?â
you took the face of juwonâs demons and he didnât like what he saw.
âi had it coming,â â he now has a grasp of what you meant before.
âso how has he been doing this to me for such a long time? how does he stomach it? knowing what i was going through? thatâs what i thought⌠it makes me so upsetâŚâ
jungkook doesnât try to assess you as you speak. he only listens, until your voice cracks. his heart is split into two as tears flood your eyes, escaping past the corners and slipping down to soak the fabric of his t-shirt.
you sniffle. âand the sex wasnât even that great. i regret it even more.â
he flinches, abruptly squeezing his eyes shut. not that great? okay⌠okay. the mental image of you being physically intimate with someone that isnât him definitely doesnât sicken him to his core. at all. nope, nope, nope.
âfuck, baby, please,â he groans as if he is in pain, putting an arm over his eyes. âhearing about you have sex with other guys is making me want to punch something again. fuck.â
âthatâs what you took away from the story?â
âyes!â he exclaims with conviction. âwe shouldâve met a year earlier. i wouldâve let you use me!â
you gasp, scandalized. âoh my god! jungkook!â
âargh-â he animatedly clutches at his chest that caught your fist.
âyouâre crazy!â
âuhuh, about you.â he proudly replies, pulling you closer to his side, as if that was still possible.
the subtle upwards of the corners of your lips gives him a sense of relief. he tenderly cups your cheek, his thumb ghosting over the bruise that has turned a darker shade of blue and purple.
âlisten to me, i- iâm not here to tell you whatâs right or wrong. iâm not that type of person. but what i can do tell you is that thisâŚâ he briefly shakes his head. âdidnât change the way i see you at all. he hurt you. he cheated and you were hurt, ____.â
your eyes gleam with uncertainty, a fresh wave of tears threatening to escape. âare you sure?â
âof course i am. why wouldnât i be sure?â
âbecause youâre crazy about me.â
the sweet innocence of your eyelashes fluttering elicits a chuckle from him. youâre so fucking cute.
âthatâs the reason iâm sure.â he tilts up your chin to plant a kiss to your lips, mumbling. âiâve never been wrong about anything iâm crazy about.â
âthank you,â you say quietly, melting into his embrace. you nuzzle your face against his chest, and at last, you grant your eyes rest. âi can finally sleep peacefully again.â
fuck, itâs been weighing on you this whole time and he didnât know.
âiâm sorry i only dated assholes before you.â
âaish, why would you be sorry about such a thing?â he kisses the top of your head, gentleness contradicting his following sentence. âiâd crush each one of those assholes for you.â
and heâd beat himself up the worst if he ever becomes one of them.
you yawn, sniffling right after. âmhm, i bet you will.â
he carefully rolls over to the side so he can wrap both arms around you, and you keen in contentment.
âjungkook?â
âyes, baby?â he coos.
âi⌠really⌠love you so, so, so much. you are⌠the one person iâd die for before i hurt.â
goddammit, itâs an angel sleeping in his arms.
âthatâs a relief to hear. youâre very smart and scary when youâre mad.â
âeh, jungkook! i swear iâve grown up! iâm not like that anymore!â
âokay, okay!â he laughs at your childish whining and squirming as he ushers you back in his embrace. âi believe you! i trust you! i love you too!â
â
although you spend more nights together in your apartment for your safety and convenience, in all honesty, you like staying over at jungkookâs more. his smell evokes the sentiment of home, and when you stay long enough, it becomes a temporary part of you. youâre gradually more well-versed in the organized and unorganized corners of his room. you like that you know where he keeps the safety pins and you know to be careful when walking so you wonât trip over his dumbbells he leaves lying around. and itâs a little ridiculous but⌠you like that his mattress is on the floor and you donât really know why.
your boyfriend is still blissfully asleep as you climb over him, landing on the floor without a sound like a veteran spy. however, you rush to step out of the room before the rumbling of your empty stomach could wake him up.
âyah, thief! what do you think youâre doing?!â
âfuck!â the pack of ramen hits the floor when your hands fly to your chest to clutch at your painfully pounding heart. âi swear to god, youâre going to kill me one day!â
and unsurprisingly, your chagrin is countered yet again with jiminâs all too pleased laughter.
â____, you look so suspicious! why are you using a flashlight? we have electricity! we can pay for it!â
âi donât like it too bright, okay?â you grumble as you pick up your supposed midnight meal.
âletâs just turn on this one then.â
âuh-â the objection dies down in your throat when the light over the dining table was switched on.
âiâm hungry, too. grab two more packs of ramyeon, please.â
âwhoâs the other one for?â
jimin fills the pot with water from the sink while you pick up two more of the same pack from the pantry.
âjust us. donât you agree that one pack is too small for one person?â
âitâs just enough for me though?â you rip open the packs one by one to retrieve the packets of seasonings. âwith your job, though, iâd definitely have a bigger appetite.â
âalright,â he pouts, pretending to be upset. âletâs have just two then.â
âno, no, no-â you chase his hand, tightly gripping the last pack that he stole. âletâs have three! letâs have three! i didnât eat dinner!â
â
âmy mom brought a lot of kimchi yesterday. thereâs an entire box in the fridge. iâll pack you some before you leave later.â
âput some more in,â you say cutely as you peer down at the pot of ramen beside jimin. âplease?â
he chuckles, adhering to your request before handing the container to you.
âthank you!â
you hop on the counter infront of the stove, chewing on a mouthful of kimchi with a joy akin to a child receiving a sweet treat. leaving the ramen to cook for the next five minutes, jimin sits a few feet away.
âaigoo, are you that hungry?â
âthis is so delicious!â you praise his motherâs cooking instead of answering the question. âi can really eat this on its own.â
âey, donât fill yourself up yet! we have a lot of ramyeon to eat!â
âsorry, sorry!â
your giggles fill the apartment with warmth during this freezing winter. jimin didnât doubt it when jungkook said that you light up every room you enter, he just didnât expect that he would also gain a friend.
âhowâs your cheek?â
âas you can see,â you motion at your face. âyellow. soooo⌠uglier.â
âthat means itâs healing well.â
âi know,â the apples of your cheek become plump as your lips curve. âit no longer hurts to smile.â
âthatâs a relief to hear,â he returns your kind smile. âjungkook has been worried about you.â
thatâs the end of what he can tell you. jungkook wonât be pleased if you learn that he cried when he talked about the horrible thing that happened to you.
âthank you,â
âhuh? for what?â
âbeing jungkookâs happiness.â
from his peripheral vision, he perceives your surprise. however, he is too flustered to meet your eyes while he is speaking from the bottom of his heart.
âthe past year was physically and mentally draining for the team. as you know, we⌠we were considering giving up and disbanding. and of course itâs hard on all of us, but iâm really, really worried about jungkook. but!â
he chuckles at the dramatic rise of his own voice.
âiâm less worried now that youâre in his life. and iâm not saying this to put pressure on you or anything! but you see, when heâs tired, he bounces back quickly because of you. heâs smiling more because of you. and i know it goes it also goes the other way around. mhmm⌠i-i guess what iâm saying is that i hope you can continue being each otherâs strength? be each otherâs cheerleader?â
you have begun to feel emotional as you listened to his sincere and heartwarming words, but you canât help but to cackle at the fact that you just witnessed the park jimin say the word âcheerleaderâ while daintily waving his hands around as they were holding pompoms. how awfully endearing.
ââŚor something like that.â
uncontrollable giggles vibrate his body, dramatically slipping down the counter and onto the tiled floor to enshroud himself in extreme sheepishness.
âah, ____! this is driving me crazy! donât laugh!â
âwhat are you doing lying on the floor?â you playfully scold him, recording with your phone in secret. âwhy do i suddenly feel like the older one?â
âwhatâs with the noise?â
you whip your head around, wide curious eyes greeted with a shirtless jungkook who is still rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
âis that ramyeonâŚ? i want some too.â
jimin groans when he feels your foot poke him lightly.
âmister, can we add more? my googie is hungry too.â
â
âhyung, ____ told me something recently that really put a lot of things into perspective.â
and with that, jimin pours another bottle of beer in his and jungkookâs ice-filled mugs. âlet me hear it.â
âif you intend to be with me for a long time, then i need you to need to know. at first i didnât understand what it meant? then after we talked, something clicked for me. ahhh, i see it now. ____ didnât want us to trust each other blindly⌠because that⌠that isnât a good⌠foundation? for something that i want to last for a very long time. you, me, the members⌠donât we all trust each other because we know that weâre good people to our core and weâre good at what we do? isnât that why we have come this far, and why we keep going? besides army, of course!â
jimin blinks lazily, glossy eyes from the alcohol underneath it all. âthatâs right. we wouldnât have started this anyway⌠without that kind of trust. i donât think itâs a connection you can just build with anyone too.â
âoh, thatâs it. thatâs right!â
âliving together for a long time doesnât guarantee it.â
âexactly.â jungkook nods repeatedly, probably too passionately, a guaranteed ticket for a hangover later on. âwe talked about that last time too.â
âright? so we should protect it⌠maintain it⌠never lose sight of our purposeâŚâ
the lack of words that follow does not equate to silence. glasses clink against each other and teeth rip bags of chips open and noodles are slurped. theyâre overseas and they canât go to a korean restaurant and grill their own meat. the hotel steak would take forever to arrive and quite frankly, they had it yesterday and it was not good. this is not exactly ideal, but it has its own charm.
jungkook takes another swig of the bittersweet alcohol, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand afterwards.
â____ has become an important part of my life that i would do anything to protect too. how do i say itâŚ?â he exhales to relieve the heavy weight on his chest. âi feel like i gained more purpose in life, hyung⌠to be honest, i might have a harder time because of that. i know it but⌠iâm happy. seriously, iâm happy.â
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Parings â Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings â nakedness, suggestive, 18+
Summary â Peter gets really giddy when he sees your boobs.
A/N - was inspired by @webslingingslasher 's this little blurb
You stepped out of Peterâs bathroom, towel in hand as you gently dried your hair, water droplets still lingering on your skin. The air in his room was warm, comforting, and the sound of a movie quietly played on the TV. You stood by the edge of the bed, your eyes naturally drifting toward the screen where Peter had his focus lockedâwell, until he caught sight of you in his peripheral vision.
He shifted slightly, trying to refocus on the TV, but his mind couldnât quite settle. His gaze kept pulling toward you, and you noticed how his eyes flickered in your direction, widening for a moment.
âWhat?â You asked, confused but amused as you caught him staring out of the corner of your eye.
âNothing,â he stammered quickly, eyes darting back to the screen. But his mind wasnât there at all. Not when his peripheral vision picked up something elseâa peek of skin, the curve of your boobs just barely in sight as you moved to grab something from his nightstand.
Peter turned his head, and in that instant, his brain short-circuited. You werenât wearing a shirt. In fact, you werenât wearing anything at all.
"Whoaâ" His voice cracked a little, and his whole body froze in place.
You didnât seem to notice at first, casually sitting down on the bed next to him, stretching out like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"Is this... are you asking for sex?" Peter blurted out, his face already turning red as his eyes stayed glued to you.
You laughed softly, looking at him like he was overreacting. "No, just hanging out, why?"
His eyes flickered down to your chest, then back up, his mouth slightly open. "Your boobs are out. Like, Iâm looking at them."
You rolled your eyes, shaking your head with a playful smile. "Peter, Iâm literally butt-ass naked."
"Yeah, I know! But likeâ" His hands gestured toward your chest, unable to look away. "Your boobs. Theyâre just out right now."
"And? Youâve seen them a million times!"
Peter was quiet for a second, clearly struggling to process the situation. "Yeah, but⌠theyâre just there. And youâre chilling, like, I can just look at them."
"Peter," you chuckled, giving him a light shove. "Stop acting like a child."
"I did nothing today, and Iâve been rewarded with free boobs," he continued, not even hearing your words at this point. "Holy shit, Iâve never been luckier than this moment right now."
"You're such a dork," you said, shaking your head with a grin.
Peter blinked, eyes wide, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Is this a thing? Are we doing this now? Like, am I lucky enough to get this for the rest of my life?"
You laughed, rolling your eyes but secretly loving how giddy he was. "Oh my god, Peter."
He finally pulled his eyes away from your chest to meet your gaze, his expression still one of awe. "Seriously, Iâm the luckiest guy ever. You donât even know."
"Peter," you said, raising an eyebrow, "Iâm right here. I think I know."
But Peter was in his own world, his grin wide and goofy. "I mean, Iâve loved you for a million reasons, but thisâthis is just the cherry on top."
You snorted, giving him another playful shove. "Okay, calm down, Parker."
Peter scooted closer to you on the bed, still unable to hide his amazement. "Are you sure this isnât some weird trick to get me to do something?"
You laughed again, leaning into his side. "No, Peter. Just hanging out."
He let out a sigh of relief, but his eyes flickered back down, unable to help himself. "God, I love you."
"You love my boobs," you rolled your eyes.
"That too!" Peter admitted, leaning in to press a kiss to your shoulder. "But I love you way more."
You felt your heart swell at his words, but you kept the teasing grin on your face. "Better."
Peter laughed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, his hand resting lightly on your arm. "Seriously, though. This⌠this is the best day ever."
You rolled your eyes again, but you couldnât help the warmth that spread through your chest. Being with Peter, even in these silly, casual moments, made everything feel perfect.
"You're ridiculous," you said softly, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.
Peter leaned into you, still grinning like he couldnât believe his luck. "Yeah, but you love it."
Peter bit his lip, trying to contain his excitement but failing miserably. His wide, boyish grin returned as he looked at you. "Can I⌠massage them?"
You raised an eyebrow, smirking as you leaned back slightly, crossing your arms. "You're just searching for a reason to touch them."
Peter chuckled nervously, shrugging his shoulders like he was caught red-handed. "No.... okay yes, but⌠you canât blame me, right? Iâm only human!" His eyes darted between your face and your chest, barely able to keep still.
You let out a light laugh, shaking your head at how easily flustered he got around you, even after all this time. "You are so predictable, Pete."
"Hey, in my defense," he said, sitting up straighter, "youâre literally naked, and Iâm trying to be a good boyfriend here by, you know, helping you relax. Massages are relaxing!"
"Is that so?" You teased, leaning a little closer to him, watching as his eyes widened at your movement. "So you're offering to help me relax, huh? Not just trying to cop a feel?"
"Totally!" Peter grinned sheepishly, clearly knowing you saw right through him. "Iâm all about helping, nothing else."
You playfully rolled your eyes, leaning back against the pillows, still not entirely convinced. "Uh-huh, sure. What kind of massage are we talking about, Mr. Parker?"
His eyes brightened instantly, and he shifted on the bed, eager to make his move. "Like, a really good one! Iâve been practicing my technique, you know. I could help with any tension youâve gotâneck, shoulders, or⌠y'know⌠boobs"
"Peter," you laughed, raising a hand to cover your face, "you really are something else."
"Come on, please?" He practically begged, his face adorably eager as he reached out his hands, hovering them just above your chest as if asking for permission. "You know it'll feel amazing."
You sighed dramatically, though a playful smile tugged at your lips. "Alright, fine. But if this is just a clever excuse toâ"
Before you could even finish, Peterâs hands gently cupped your breasts, his touch tentative at first as he gauged your reaction. The second you didnât protest, he relaxed, his grin widening.
"Okay, this is awesome," he whispered, his hands moving carefully as he started massaging your skin in soft, slow circles. "I swear Iâm being professional about this."
"Uh hu, sure you are," you said, but you couldnât help the soft sigh that escaped your lips as his warm hands worked their magic. You hadnât expected him to actually be good at it.
"See? Told you Iâm good at this," Peter murmured, clearly pleased with himself as he gently kneaded your skin. "I mean, I could do this all day."
You chuckled, feeling his excitement through his careful movements. "Yeah, I can tell."
Peter leaned in, his breath warm against your neck as he spoke. "Can we make this a regular thing? Like, I get to massage you every night?"
"Now youâre definitely pushing it," you teased, swatting his arm.
"But Iâm serious!" He insisted, his grin still in full force. "Itâs a win-win, right? You get a massage, and I getâ"
"To touch my boobs," you finished for him, smirking.
"Exactly!" Peter said, nodding as if this was the most logical argument in the world. "Everybody wins."
You couldnât help but laugh, shaking your head at his adorable persistence. "You're lucky you're cute, Parker."
"I know," he whispered back, his grin softening as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. "Iâm the luckiest guy in the world."
His hands continued to move slowly, more focused now as he massaged your skin with just the right amount of pressure. You felt your body relax under his touch, your playful banter giving way to a comfortable silence.
"Okay, okay," you finally murmured, your voice soft as you melted into the pillows. "You mightâve been right about this massage thing."
Peter chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. "Told you."
You closed your eyes, letting yourself enjoy the moment. His hands were warm, gentle, and filled with affection. This wasnât just about him copping a feelâit was him loving you in his own silly, adorable way.
"Fine," you whispered, a smile tugging at your lips, "maybe we can make this a regular thing."
Peterâs eyes lit up with excitement, his grin spreading wide as he kissed your cheek. "Best. Day. Ever."
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-> pretty please? part one
all aboard! | the dinner party | room for three
pairing: curly x reader
words: 4.2k
tags: rape, drugging, implied/referenced abuse, mentions of baby trapping, mentions of jimmy being an asshole, reader is so much worse, no crash au, anya hate (im sorry), poor curly
notes: um⌠first post ever? so nervous but uhhh wanted to write a reader who is literally jimmy but hates everything jimmy is and wants to fuck curly. parallels!! i want curly so bad oh my godddd
writing style + some ideas inspired by @rimqueen !! go check out her stuff she is amazing!!
read it on ao3
Dumb, blond and pretty. Tears bead along his waterline, the prettiest sobs choking from his throat. Blond hair curls on his chest, frames that perfect cock. He looks like a picture, the type of fantasy youâd cook up with your hand between your legs.
Curly gazes up at you like heâs been stabbed, but heâs the one stabbing you. He stuffs you full of cock, itâs impossible not to prod at your cervix with the angle youâve gotten him in, seated in his lap. He winces when he feels it. You moan.
The quiet hum of the Tulpar displaces your sound and that soft slide of skin on skin. Curlyâs eyes are so far gone, so distant. The sharp points of your nails drag along the doughy parts of him. You salivate thinking about the muscle hidden underneath it allâ muscle he could use to fight back, but heâs far too kind for that.
The perfect captain, reduced to a mess, reduced to nothing, reduced to fat tits and big hands and meaty thighs. You smile, thumbing his kiss-swollen lips. You go back in for seconds, he lets you because thatâs his responsibility.
Delicate like tripwire, youâve walked circles around him, poked and prodded at him. He keens like a dog when you scratch behind the ears. Poor thing, itâs not his fault. Itâs you who kept thinking about it. Getting filled up by his fat cock till it bulges out of your belly, seeing his fingers wind in the sheets to stop himself from moving into you.
His pretty eyes are glazed over, you tap his cheek and he comes to. Curly looks at you, heâs really crying now, big globs cascading down his face. You wipe them away, shush him like a baby, stretched so impossibly on his dick that itâs hard to focus.
âIâm not going to hurt you,â you whisper, fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
He sniffles and says nothing, leaving you to stew in your guilt. Youâre not guilty, you were just too eager. Heâll forgive you for this once youâre done.
Curly doesnât meet your eyes at the morning meeting. He addresses everyone else with that worn smile of his. The one that had heat coiling in your stomach, the one you had to ruin. Split open on your fingers, the shine of spit on his pouty lips.
Swansea, Jimmy, Daisuke, that bitch Anya. She says something and he laughs, that perfect glimmer of pearly whites. Not that same pretty shade of white his cum is, you remember the way he went red as it dripped out of you. You hope it got you pregnant, then heâll have no reason to talk to her.
You approach them both, unable to hide your grin when Curly locks up like a sore muscle. âAnya, good morning!â
She turns to look at you, a bashful smile on her face. âOh, good morning!â
âI was doing inventory on our stock, thereâs a bottle of sleeping pills missing. You wouldnât happen to know anything about that, would you?â Absolute bullshit on your part, you just need her gone.
To your surprise, Anyaâs face drains in colour. Seems there was some truth to your words. âThere is? Iâll go check on that right away.â She turns and leaves immediately.
You glance at Curly. âLooks like sheâll be missing the meeting. I donât mind filling her in afterwards.â
He glares at you. Itâs a new expression, but it gets you soaked all the same. âWhat are you doing?â
âDid you have fun last night?â Youâre giddy just thinking about it, replaying every moment of it in a pornographic loopâ you donât know why Curly chose to be a captain when heâd fare much better in front of a camera.
He crosses his arms, looking away. âItâs not happening again.â Curlyâs eyes are more sunken than normal.
âYou didnât like it? Not even a little?â Despite everything, your heart sinks a little. Not enough to discourage you, of course, but you like to think youâre fairly pretty. He must be a narcissist, one with a type for airheads like Anya.
âI have work to do. Go help Anya.â He leaves to pilot the ship.
Jimmy takes that as an invitation to sidle up next to you. âWhatâs up with him?â
You glance at him in disgust. Thereâs something leering about Jimmyâs gaze, the way he oversees the rest of the crew with an air of superiority. Not to mention how he looks at Anya like heâs mentally undressing her. You might hate her, but you hate Jimmy more.
âSleeping pills, really?â Curly already told him off when Anya originally came forward about Jimmyâ youâre surprised he didnât do something rash like crash the ship. Seems like now heâs employing new techniques on her.
âKeep your voice down,â he hisses, glancing over at Swansea and Daisuke, who are clearly much more engrossed in bolts and nuts and whatever engineers talk about.
âIâm telling Curly.â To help him feel less alone.
Jimmy scoffs. âHe already knows.â
âWhat did he say?â
âNothing. Heâs got the resilience of pillow fluff.â He shrugs, âso Iâm using sleeping pills on her now, so what?â
âYouâre a monster.â You grimace.
âIâm a man with needs. The Pony Express should give us fleshlights or something if they really cared.â Jimmy glances down at you. âOr dildos, I guess.â
What a prick. Youâre surprised he hasnât been put in a holding cell yet. You head down to the medbay to check on Anya. Sheâs sitting at the table, staring down at the inventory list.
You take the seat across from her. âEverything okay?â
She jumps at the sound. Anya quickly scrambles to put away the list. âYeah, yeah Iâm fine.â
Youâre unsure how to gently breach the subject, so you just flat out say it. âJimmy told me.â
She stops what sheâs doing, her eyes trembling as she looks at you. âOh, he did?â
âThatâs where the missing pills were from. Not sure how you want to record that on the log, but uhâŚ,â you trail off. âCurly isnât going to do anything about it, trust me.â You also just want her to back off from him.
Anya sinks back into her seat, forlorn. âI know⌠I just, I donât know what else to do.â
âHey, Iâll keep an eye out for you, yeah?â You say, softly. âItâs the two of us women on this ship. We should look out for each other.â Youâre not sure where this is coming from. You think youâd rather foil whatever Jimmy plans to do to her than actually help her.
She nods, a hopeful smile on her face. âThank you.â
âItâs the least I can do.â
âNo, really,â she insists. âYouâre a good person.â
Your smile falls. âSee you around, Anya.â
You slip the sleeping pills out from Jimmyâs pocket when he isnât looking. You drop a couple in Curlyâs evening coffee. He drinks one at the same time every night. You donât know why he bothersâ the beans are all stale and it tastes more like cardboard than anything. Heâs a man of habit, you guess.
When he starts nodding off at dinner, itâs your cue to help him to his quarters. You make a few teasing remarks about your tired captain to displace any suspicion. Jimmy gives you a knowing look.
Curlyâs big and heavy, just like his cock. Curse of the sleeping pillsâ itâs soft. You settle for dragging your slit down the length of it, coating it in slick. This isnât as fun as seeing him cry or seeing any of his reactions, but youâre not one to complain. You grab at his tits, sucking a pretty bruise into his pale skin. It blooms like a flower underneath his collarbone.
His cock twitches as you finish the hickey, nudging your clit and pushing you over the edge. You finish yourself off, getting up and off of him and doing up his clothes as best as you can. You dip out of his room like nothing happened, a pleased grin on your face.
Itâll be up to him to notice what you did.
Itâs the weekend. Daisukeâs brought out his gaming consoleâ a retro one that probably costs a shit-ton of money. You envy his ability to not have to care about finances. This freighter is like a summer camp to him.
Heâs beaten you a handful of times now, but youâve made peace with the fact heâll always be better than you at video games. Gotta let the guy have one thing going for him in his life.
You hear the sound of the automatic doors opening. Itâs Swansea. âAlright, kid. Playtimeâs over. I got a motherboard with your name on it.â
âWhat?â Daisuke whines. âBut itâs literally the weekend!â
He stops by the back of the couch, hands on his hips. âLearning ainât pause for nobody. Meet me in the Utility Room after youâre done with that round.â
âUgh, fine.â He sighs, turning back to the screen with much less enthusiasm.
âIt canât be all that bad,â you say, eyes on the screen as you button-mash to no avail.
âSwanseaâs super smart but like, itâs impossible to see what heâs doing âcause his hands are so big. Then he gets upset when I mess up.â
âHave you tried telling him that?â
He nods earnestly. âI have, I swear! Swansea just doesnât care.
Daisuke looks like he wants to say more, but heâs stopped by something on your right. You turn away from the game, ignoring your character dying, to see Curly standing there. He looks livid.
âMeet me in the cockpit. Now.â
On your way there, Jimmy bumps shoulders with you, you feel him take the sleeping pills from your uniform pocket, lacking any sort of sleight of hand. Jokeâs on himâ you swapped them out for Tic-Tacs. Anyaâs going to have minty fresh breath.
As you step into the cockpit, Curly starts to unbutton the collar of his uniform, swivelling in his chair to face you.
You pause in the doorway. âWoah, not even gonna say hello first?â
He huffs, exposing the bruise you left on his chest. âWhat is this?â
You plop down in Jimmyâs chair, propping your feet up on the dash. âI dunno, what is it, Captain?â
He leans back in his seat, running a hand down his face. âI said we had to stop, you didnât listenââ
âYou didnât listen when Anya came forward about Jimmy.â You shrug.
Curly turns to look at you. âThatâs what this is all about? Anya?â He asks warily.
âNo,â you lean toward him, over the little partition separating both your chairs, âI think youâre cute.â
He grimaces, doing his uniform back up. âAnd I think youâre a pain in my side.â
âYou donât like me back, Curly?â
âCaptain,â he corrects you.
âCaptain,â you bat your eyelashes, âI told you I didnât want to hurt you. I meant it.â You reach over and put a hand on his thigh. He freezes up. âI just want you to feel good. Thatâs it.â
He looks away toward the display. His eyes are watering. âYouâre just like him.â
That makes you pause. âWhat?â
âJimmy. You and him, youâre the same,â he repeats, turning to look at you, his jaw set.
You frown, he canât be serious. âHim? Iâm nothing like him, I would never.â Curlyâs just trying to distract you.
You get on your knees in front of him. âAre you trying to tell me that you have a thing for your best friend?â Resting your cheek on his thigh, you run your fingers along his stomach. Heâs so warm, he could be your own personal space heater if he let you close enough to snuggle in his lap.
âGod,â he sighs, spreading his legs wider. âYou donât give up, do you?â
You shake your head, grinning. You knew he was gonna give in eventually. Youâve always been praised for your resilience, and itâs really paying off. Curlyâs cock is heavy in your mouth, weighing down your tongue.
You play with your food, circling the fat head with your tongue before you take it all down your throat. Curlyâs hips shift, he knocks the back of your throat and you gag.
Glancing up at Curly, he looks almost conflicted, lips pulled in a thin line as he looks on. You sink deeper down then, his passiveness splits into a moan. That pretty face of ecstasy.
You watch every minute shift in his expression, drooling slick into your panties. Fuck, heâs hot, in the way men shouldnât be. The top button of his uniform strains against the size of his tits, theyâre bigger than yours.
Trailing your mouth down, you run your tongue along the seam of his balls. Curlyâs dick rests on your brow bone as you try to fit them in your mouth. Your lips split and your eyes roll back at the taste. He smells like musk and something so Curly that has your thighs rubbing together.
Eventually, you get to your feet, fumbling with the myriad of buttons on your uniform before you seat yourself in his lap. Your cuntâs leaving a wet spot on the fabric, you canât help it.
Leaning closer, you kiss Curly soft, slow. He lets you do it more than he reciprocates, but every soft movement of his lips has your heart going in your chest.
You pull away, his forehead against yours, and if you close your eyes, you can pretend like this is some form of romantic, because it should beâ thatâs what you deserve for your hard work.
âDo you like me now, Curly?â You smile shakily, one hand on his shoulder and the other on the base of his cock.
He looks like heâs two seconds away from crying, but at this point he always does. You kiss away his brewing tears. You can be gentle, you could be so good for him. He just needs to see it.
You throw your arms around him and kiss him harder, trying to show your sincerity. Your pussyâs pressed right up against his cock, your heartbeats match.
If he doesnât understand, youâll make him.
Itâs nighttime when you finally finish up with your work and youâre able to head back to your quarters. On your way you hear noises of a struggle. You stop and peer out from around the corner.
Itâs Jimmy. Heâs got his hand around Anyaâs throat. Sheâs got two hands on his forearm, trying to pull him off. Then he shoves her back against the wall, her head meets the metal with an ugly clang. Anya goes limp in his grip, sobbing.
As the automatic doors close behind them, the sound abruptly cuts off. Are the quarters sound-proof? You leave with your newfound information.
Daisuke wouldâve been so much better for you, you think as you watch him. Heâs soldering something, you donât know what. Youâre sitting far enough away to not need goggles. Daisukeâs so simple. Nothing to worry about in his life, bouncing around from this internship to his video games and back again. If you came onto him, he wouldnât complain.
Curlyâs making himself choose between you and authority when he could have both. Youâve never made him choose either. Heâs got no one else on this ship that would care for him the way you would, the way youâve been trying to show him.
He doesnât get it, you lament, thatâs why he said you were like Jimmy. Youâre not like him. Youâre good. Thatâs what Anya said. Anya, who got her brain knocked around while you just watched.
It wasnât any of your business. You did help her. You didnât let Jimmy get the sleeping pills. Though that might be the reason she was walking funny. Whatever, she probably deserved it. At least sheâs staying away from Curly now.
The buzz of the soldering iron stops and Daisuke slides up his protective mask. âWanna see what Iâm working on?â
You nod and get up to look. Itâs a tiny metal Polle. The shaping is a little crude, but itâs very impressive.
âHow long did that take you?â
He shrugs. âI dunno, like, a couple hours? I make stuff like this when Swansea gives me free time.â
âMaybe youâre better suited for this than engineering.â
Daisuke looks at you. âYou think so? My mom wants me to be an engineer.â
âWho cares what she says? Do what you want.â
He blinks for a moment before he nods, resolute. âOkay.â
Heading out of the Utility Room, you see Curly and Anya in the hallway. Curlyâs got a hand on either side of her, the illusion of a comforting embrace.
âIâll fix this, donât worry.â He whispers, but you hear it all the same.
âAre you cheating on me?!â You exclaim, rushing towards them. You shove Curly away from her and get in between them, he staggers back in confusion.
âIâm notâ Weâre notâ,â
You glance at Anya, pleading your case. âHe made me do things. Things I didnât want to do.â You glare at Curly. âAnd now what, youâre gonna try it with every girl on the Tulpar?â
âWhat are you talking about?â Curly asks.
âDonât play dumb, Captain. Anya, I told you Iâd look out for you. I told you that you shouldâve stayed away from him, heâs a jerk, heâsââ
âIâm pregnant.â She says, eyes downcast.
You fall silent, blinking at her. âWhat?â You turn to Curly. âHow could youâ?â
âItâs Jimmyâs.â He says. âIâm going to talk to him. Again.â Curly leaves, glaring at you over his shoulder.
Something shatters inside you, and you donât know why. You ignore it, because all you can see is Anya. Anya with a little rape baby growing inside her, Anya with a court case and Anya with money and all you can think about is how goddamn lucky she is.
She sniffles, wiping her nose on her sleeve. Her makeup never runs, despite everything, but her eyes are bloodshot. Tentatively, she hugs you. Your heart stops, confusion and what your body mistakes as guilt running through you.
Anya wraps her arms around herself, staring down at the rusted floors. âWeâve got each otherâs backs, right?â
You nod, fighting everything in you that makes your face want to wrinkle with disgust. âYeah.â
âI have⌠enough painkillers toâŚ,â she winces, burying her face in her hands. âPlease. I want you to tell me not to do it.â
You stare at her for a moment, so long that she meets your eyes again. âWhat else would I say?â
âI donât know⌠you and I, weâre the same, arenât we?â Anya smiles shakily. âYouâve got Curly and Iâve got Jimmy. Youâre okay, right?â
Youâre lying to her. You keep lying to her. Sheâs too airheaded to know the truth. You nod. âYeah, it really shook me up though.â
âIâll look out for you too.â
âThank you.â But inside, you want to laugh. She canât even protect herself and she wants to help you?
âAfter what you told me about Curly, it seems like youâre the only person I can trust,â she admits quietly. âIâm grateful youâre here, yâknow.â
Your words are lodged in your throat. You canât say it back.
Youâre not sure what exactly to do now. Youâve been informally declared the midwife of Anyaâs moneybag, and Curlyâs doing everything in his power to put space between you and him. Like he can try. Thereâs no restraining orders in space.
And thereâs no locks on the sleeping quarters.
You dip into his room, the automatic doors opening at your whim. You expect him to be sleeping at this hour, but heâs sitting at his tiny desk, the warm light of the incandescent lamp on his golden features. Curlyâs pretty like a sculpture, he barely offers you the generosity of a glance as you walk in.
You sit on his bed, his back to you. âWhat do you want?â He says, scribbling something in his captainâs log.
You rest your hands on your lap. Youâre wearing nothing but a sheer nightdress, no point in underwear when youâre gonna take it off anyways. âI just wanted to talk.â
âYou never just want to talk.â Itâs an accomplishment, really, that youâve pushed the kind-hearted captain to this level of bitterness. Youâve been breaking him downâpersuading him to see your side of things, and it seems to be working.
He turns to look at you now, and that ever-present filter of exhaustion looks so good on him. âThey think I assaulted you.â Curly canât say rape, itâs kinda cute.
âA girl can dream,â you sigh. âJimmyâs the real rapist.â
âYou donât think I know that? Iâm trying to hold this ship together and you and him just keep fucking things up.â He looks exasperated.
You scowl. You and him, itâs always you and him. âDonât drag me into this. I havenât done anything wrong.â
He shakes his head. âYou and I, weâŚ,â he cuts himself off, running a frustrated hand through his hair. Curly canât say it.
Nodding, you say, âwe did. I remember you dragging me down to the cockpit and telling me to âget on my knees if I want to keep my job.â Thatâs not very workplace appropriate, is it, Curly?â
His face pales. âYou wouldnât. That would ruin my life.â
âAnyaâs life is ruined now,â you shrug.
âYou donât give a shit about Anya.â
âI donât.â You get up, walking over to him. Running your fingers through his hair, you cup his cheek. âSheâs got a suicide plan ready to go. How about I tell her to go through with it? Put the blame on both your poor leadership and Jimmyâs wandering dick, would you prefer that?â
âWhat the fuck are you trying to do?â Curly looks up at you, bewildered.
âYou. Thatâs all I want, Curly. You make it so difficult.â
â
You are the hurricane that has blazed through his life. You are what brings out the worst parts in him, what makes him sink into himself and hide. Not Jimmy, not Anya, not Pony Expressâs termination. You. It all comes back to you.
Curly thought you were just another Jimmy, he attracts them like a magnet. Thatâs what he told you, hoping to spark an ounce of self-realization. But youâre something much worse. You donât hide, you donât need to. Every fault will end with the blame on his shoulders.
You have made him so many things he never imagined himself being. A rapist? Heâs notâ he would never hurt someone, especially not a woman. But here he is, his hands balling into fists, rage blurring his thoughts as much as his vision.
Curly gets up out of his chair, he towers over you because he is a man and you are nothing. He is the captain and you are a subordinate who gets off on biting the hand that feeds you. He hates punishment in every form, he much prefers talking, but words donât work around you.
And this is the thing that finally scares you. Because he knows that you know that no one can hear you in these sound-proof quarters.
Curly tosses you onto his mattress, you yelp and your eyes go wide, you push at his chest but he is more muscle than he isnât. Under your dress is your leaking chasm of a pussy. Of course, youâre turned on even now, because every wire in your brain is so dutifully crossed.
A hand around your throat is sufficient work for holding you down, your blunt nails drag along the corded muscle of his forearms. You look so small, so negligible.
Maybe Curly understands Jimmy just a little, just enough to not actually be like him. Fortunately for you, the look of fear in your eyes is enough to satiate him. He lets go of you, sitting back on his heels and staring at the mess between your legs. No blood, he wouldnât do that to you. Jimmy would, and he is so far from Jimmy.
Itâs sobering, this feeling, much better than any attempt at therapy. He feels sane, like heâs been given something tangible to latch onto and itâs you, what he can inflict on you.
Youâre not crying, but youâre visibly shaken. You drag your knees up to your chest, crowded against the headboard in a sorry attempt to put distance between you and him. You swallow, your eyes never leaving him, as you come to the realization that he could be so much more than you give him credit for.
âHey, come here.â He pulls you closer because that is the easiest thing to do. Itâs Curly who apologizes, Curly who strokes your hair and makes love to you the way you have been begging him to.
Because that is his responsibility.
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Imagine | Protect (Luffy)
Imagine guarding Luffyâs hat.
Warnings: hurt/comfort
Word Count: 1,224
(Not my gif)
There is something you are one hundred percent certain of. In a life plagued with precariousness and anxiety, there is one truth you can always cling to.
And that is the fact that your captain, Monkey D. Luffy, always has your back.
No matter what situation you find yourself in, he never fails to brighten your day with a smile and defeat whatever foe you're facing.
Whether you're homesick, bored, or literally having your life threatened, he's always right by your side.
He guards each of his crew with a vigour that only he can. His warm smile brighter than a thousand suns as he celebrates yet another victory.
There is another thing you're certain of.
That your captain has one treasure more precious than any of his other objects.
His straw hat.
Given to him by the infamous Red-Haired Shanks, Luffy values that hat above all else.
Even at the cost of his own safety.
There's been countless times where you've watched in horror as Luffy was struck but managed to keep one hand firmly atop his hat.
It never got easier seeing him battle men quadruple his size and strength. Your stomach would clench with worry and you'd do your best to help battle the other opponents, but you always felt so helpless.
Watching him take on such intense foes made you feel proud of him and also concerned for his well being.
Although now that you've been sailing as a Straw Hat Crew member for months, you've come to realize that your captain can take on anything.
His hat, less so.
So, here you sit, quietly mending his hat as Luffy gapes at your handiwork.
"Awesome!" He grins, face alight with joy, "You're good at this, Y/n!"
"I'm just glad you're okay," you confess, carefully stitching away.
It's no secret how you feel about Luffy: everyone on the crew knows about your crush. And you have confidence that Luffy feels the same way.
It's in the little things he does. Always finding an excuse to hug you, explore new islands with you, and even share his food with you. And he never shares his food with anyone else.
So, it's safe to say he at least likes you.
He laughs, "You need to stop worrying so much!"
"You need to stop getting beat up!" You fire back, finishing your stitch. "Seriously, I'm starting to think you like pain."
He laughs, "I don't! But I got him in the end, Y/n! That's all that matters."
You sigh and motion for him to bow his head. He does and you gently set his hat back in its rightful place.
He grins up at you, "Thanks, Y/n! Let's go see if Sanji's done making supper!"
Luffy snatches your hand in his as soon as you drop your needle into your sewing kit. He drags you into the kitchen, using his devil fruit power to snatch up an apple.
"Sanji," he mumbles around a mouthful of fruit, "When's food gonna be ready? I'm hungry."
"Not yet," the cook shakes his head. "I need thirty more minutes."
Luffy groans loudly, leaning his head on your shoulder, "That's too long!"
"You have to wait!"
Luffy scrunches his nose in annoyance before dragging you outside again. Once there, he shoves the apple near your mouth, "Have a bite!"
You're surprised he hasn't eaten it all already. Opening your mouth, you take a large bite of the tangy goodness, humming your approval.
"Thanks," you start to mumble but he stops you mid sentence by leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.
A furious heat flushes your face at his abrupt actions.
"W-what was that for?"
He grins and swipes his tongue over his mouth, "You had juice on your lips."
You're floored, unable to respond as the kiss replays in your head. Meanwhile, he's already walking away with a giddy giggle.
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You watch with bated breath as Luffy's hat goes flying.
He's fighting a particularly strong foe, having to use all his focus on the battle.
Without a second thought, you race after his treasure, determined to keep it safe for him. He's always doing so much for you, so you want to return the favour.
The other Straw Hats are occupied, no one noticing as you slip away to chase after the stray hat. A strong wind has blown it quite the distance, and you find it stuck on a tree branch.
You grab it, turning on your heel to trudge back to the main fight. But there's a problem.
A large group of marines stand in front of you, each one wearing a menacing grin.
"Look who we have here," the supposed leader comments, stepping forwards.
You instinctively hide Luffy's hat behind your back, grinning back ferociously.
"Gentlemen, what are you doing so far from the real fight?"
"Could ask you the same," he sneers. "What's that behind your back? Is it the infamous Straw Hat Luffy's straw hat?"
Your grip on the straw tightens.
"You're in charge of safeguarding it huh? Is that all you're good for?"
They laugh amongst themselves.
"I wonder if they'd kick you out if you failed the one task they gave you," he steps forward again.
"Over my dead body," you hiss, taking out your weapon after securing the hat to your belt. "If this hat is destroyed, then I have no reason to go on."
Before they can make the first move, you've taken down two of them, angered at their words and fuelled with the desire to protect Luffy's treasure.
The fight goes on too long.
Outnumbered, you take hits that knock you down and leave you bloodied and bruised. Maybe even with a few broken bones.
By now, you're on the ground, clutching the hat in your bloodied hands as a torrent of kicks fall on your back.
You took down well over half the marines but the few remaining are mad as hell and taking it out on you.
You barely register the outraged cry of your captain as he shouts, "Gum-Gum Gatling!"
The kicks stop as your attackers go flying, landing with dull thuds. They donât get back up again.
Luffy is quick to rush to your side, âY/n! Are you alright?!â
âLuffy,â you manage a small smile, shakily handing him his hat. âI protected your treasure.â
He doesnât smile, in fact he looks angry.
âIdiot! Youâre my treasure,â he shouts, gripping onto your shoulders, âAnd now youâre hurt!â
Confused, you stare up into his eyes, âBut you love this hat.â
âBut I love you more,â he shakes you again before screaming for Chopper to come and assess the damage done to you.
After youâre back on the ship, nicely bandaged and safe in bed, Luffy approaches you again. He seems less energetic than normal, dragging his feet as he comes to the bed.
âThank you for protecting my hat. Iâm sorry I didnât protect you.â
âLuffy,â you gently clasp his hand, âYouâve always protected me.â
His eyes are wet with tears, âBut-â
âI couldnât ask for a better captain,â you reiterate, pulling him closer. âYouâre all I could hope for.â
âReally?â
âHonest,â you smile, âNow come here.â
You drag him into your arms, wincing slightly. He is cautious of your injuries, gently returning your hug.
âThank you.â
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Diasomnia boys with a reader that's really prone to panic attacks, but hides it really well?
Like, sometimes they get really jittery and stuff, but that's just them being them! It gets better, usually. If not, they go to the bathroom chill, even when they're literally going to die inside.
And they kinda knew cause they went on a boat date, then they just kinda started saying they were uncomfortable and stuff and they ended up having a huge panic attack, like how would they react?
malleus draconia
he is very observant, especially over someone like you. it's his own way of showing care and affection if anything. malleus usually seems to have a watchful eye over you-- your wellbeing is something he finds really important to him. he can quite easily tell how nervous and how much anxiety building up in you. with that being, however, he is a bit... awkward showing how much he does want to help you. he doesn't understand that part well. now, he doesn't express it, but it does he feels a strange and foreign sense of powerlessness because he wants to be able to magically take it all away.
malleus is incredibly gentle; he does go out of his way to still try even though he can't fully solve it for you. when he notices the jitteriness or even as soon as you seem to be unable to focus, if you're alright with the touch- he'll carefully slip his hand to hold yours and trace his thumb over the top of your hand. he will give you reassuring affirmations or looks. though, he tends to just slip you away from whatever you're around and give you the best sense of peace he can.
with that being said, that's what he prompts to- he knows you seemed to feel somewhat better during your times with him outside ramshackle at night, where you may find comfort just trying to ease your breathing outside. he'll be there, quiet but someone for you if you wish to speak. and once again, because this is still new for him- whatever you want practically goes because he just ultimately wants you to feel better. so even if that's space, stay in silence, or talk about something else to get your mind off it. he will gladly give any of it.
lilia vanrouge
lilia already has this caring and doting nature around him- and that always applies to you. he can sense what you're feeling from a mile away. he knows you so well already and only wants nothing more than to help you. lilia genuinely wants to be someone you can lean and rely on. despite the trouble or teasing to others he can bring- he is very careful around you. especially during the aftermath of any of them, he is ready to be there.
he is always seeming to check on you. when you seem to be bouncing your leg, fidgeting, biting your lip or nails- very quick to notice- he'll calmy hush a "do you want my help, dearest?" something of that sorts and give a reassuring smile. he never wants you to feel bad for it and make it any kind. he also wants the approval from you if you want or need him around to ease yourself.
when you've dealt with one, carefully, he'll try to ease and calm you down after the adrenaline high you were just experiencing. he'll always seem to have a caring smile on his face when he asks if you''ll let him hold you for a moment. i have a feeling his hugs, with the addition of soft humming or strokes are the epitome of safe.
silver
at first, he was new to handling these kinds of things- he felt completely unsure how to help when all he wanted to do was do just that. much like malleus, but honestly, probably even more so- his quiet nature can most likely prove to be some help when it comes to your panic nature. anything he says or does, even if he is a bit internally worried about how to handle it himself, is so gentle and soothing. it hurts him seeing how much you have to deal with- so he'll do everything and anything he can for you. in moments especially where you're talking to others and feeling anxious, he'll take over for you.
silver is protective by default; it only heightens around you. he wants nothing more than for you to be and feel safe. he is knight, he really couldn't push that part away from him if he tries. in the midst of the moment his focus is solely onto you. if you'd allow him, he hold your hands and let you squeeze them as tight as you want, trying to help guide you through it the best way he can. even if it's difficult and you feel like a mess, he is right there with a worried look and this aching desire to fix it for you.
after it slowly wears of, he might recommend and try coaxing you to fall asleep. he doesn't leave your side if your comfortable enough to allow yourself to. he'll lightly trace your arm and try to have you match your breathing with his.
sebek zigvolt
sebek would probably have the most confused time trying to help you- not in a bad way- like anyone else he wants to help you, but he has zero clue how to even begin the first few times. he gets so concerned and when he gets worried it comes out as loud unintentionally. or maybe even aggressive to others in a sense of thinking someone was bothering you. and clearly that's the last thing you would need, so he tries his best to be more cautious of himself for you. there are times where he's been kneeled in front of you sitting looking up to you with a "tell me what i can do for you" attitude. he gets so serious,,,
like silver, he's a knight and wants you with a sense of security- he doesn't want to feel like he failed you on that. he would go out of his way after he starts to slowly understand them- to spend his spare time reading about it and even go to lilia for help on comfort. so, at times like this during an instance on a date he would be ready all the more.
him trying to help you does feel rather by-the-book scientific ways of helping you get through it. but he genuinely tries and is solemn about it. he does stumble a bit nervously sometimes, because he still can't quite think straight when you're experiencing anything sorts of bad. but sebek does his absolute best.
#despite experiencing them myself sometimes#if theres any misunderstanding or misconceptions anything lmk!!!!#tw panic attack#tw anxiety#twst headcanons#twst wonderland#disney twst#disney twisted wonderland#twst x reader#twst hcs#twst imagines#twst#twisted wonderland#malleus x reader#lilia x reader#sebek x reader#silver x reader#malleus draconia x reader#lilia vanrouge x reader#sebek zigvolt x reader#twst silver
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Polar Frights
ignore this is a few minutes late, ignore this is a few minutes late-
agh, anywho, had a lot of fun with this, i saw the prompt and kknew immeditately what i wanted to write. It also tied in with something i've been wanting to do for ages, so it all worked out!
So, here's a little something for @wyervan's Yuletide au! I fell in love with them and their designs the moment I saw them and have been itching to write something for ages now (hi it's me the 'not santa' anon from a literal month ago lol). Hope you all enjoy, and if you see this wyervan, hope i did your boys justice ^^
Word Count: 1474
Words used: frigid, polar, caverns, frostbitten from @divinit3a's cafe prompts
Frigid.Â
That would best describe the weather currently, as you traverse through the snow. The wind whips around you, cutting against the exposed skin of your face. Your eyes sting with tears, but you keep pushing forward, footfalls heavy as you move across the landscape.Â
You'd rather be anywhere but here right now, the howling of the wind reminding you of that as you move. But, you weren't going to stop now. You'd come too far to turn back now, you weren't going to let it be in vein.Â
You know what you saw, you were sure of it. Even if everyone else would call you crazy if you tried to explain, you know what you witnessed last night.Â
You'd been worried about her, the blacksmith's daughter, Opal. You'd seen less and less of her since her father had caught on to you slipping her meals, playing games, and so on. You'd been so careful, but it hadn't been enough obviously.Â
When you realized it had been days since you'd laid eyes on her it was late while lying in bed. It'd been haunting you, and so you decided the only course of action was to simply go and check. Sure you didn't know how, but you argued that you'd figured it out during your half-awake stumbling to their home.Â
So when you turn the corner and happen to peer up onto the roof, spot a pair a of glowing red eyes upon a hulking form, well, you weren't prepared for that, to say the least. The beast doesn't notice you, not at first. Instead, it's focus is on a certain bedroom window, one you knew belonged to Opal, and the hair on your skin stands up.Â
You want to say something, do anything as it takes a clawed hand and creaks open the window. But with it's large, curled horns and cloven hooves, you very much fear you're seeing the devil himself. Your frozen in your fear, unable to act as the monster ducks inside momentarily and back out with the sleeping girl in his arms.Â
Your body finally responds then, in the worst way. You let out a small gasp, barely a whisper, but you still slap your hand over your mouth.Â
Somehow, it heard, whipping to look in your direction. You once again stand motionless, eyes locked on that piercing crimson gaze. It makes a noise, a mix between a huff and a growl, eyes narrowing to small slits. Then, Opal stirs, and you both shift your focus to her.
She settles again, and with a final look to the, the beast is gone. It was so quick you're still not certain if it leaped off into the darkness, or just vanished into thin air.Â
Regardless, you know what happened was real, at least in some part, as the blacksmith casually mentioned his daughter as 'under the weather' the very next morning. A quick search of his home by the other villagers however proved otherwise. And as soon as you heard the news, you knew what you had to do.Â
You remember the stories you'd heard as a child. Children who misbehaved were punished for their wrongdoings, snatched up by the likes of a demon as penance. But you knew with all your heart that Opal was nothing of the sorts.Â
A mistake, it had to be. One you had to make right. Or else.
You only had a vague idea of where you were going, there wasn't much out in this polar wasteland besides the trees and snow, but you knew the legend. If you traveled far enough, to the point your feet ached and your body was near ridden with frostbite, until you were at your absolute limit and felt the strongest desire to turn back, there would be something. What? You weren't certain. You don't think anyone was.Â
As you come across another open clearing, more nothingness in your sight, your heart begins to sink a bit. With the current state youâre in, you need to find shelter soon. Despite your layers and extra precautions, you were starting to feel the chill sink in, more than usual that is.Â
Just as you stop to plan what to do next, there's a sound above you of... something shouting?
You dare to glance up.Â
Standing out against the stark white sky is a sleigh of bronze. Even from down here you can take note of all the intricacies of the metalwork, but you can't even focus on that when you realize attached to the sleigh are nine massive reindeer. They too gleam like the bronze, but with the steam emitting from the, along with how they effortlessly glide through the sky, it seems impossible to consider them as machine. Their movements far too alive.Â
If that wasn't enough, another shout interrupts your baffled thoughts. As the sleigh passes overhead, you finally take note of its driver. Humanoid, but much like the rest of the company, he's also a machine of some sort. An automaton, you realize. Spikes encircled his head, giving the impression of a sun. His red fur coat seems unnecessary to you, but you're far past the point of questioning something so, simple, at this point.Â
You rush out into the field to get a better view as it disappears off into the distance, only to realize that after a certain point, the sleigh stops getting further away. It's turning around, coming back.Â
And seemingly, is heading straight for you.Â
You panic, suddenly gaining a burst of energy to keep moving. You don't know what that thing wants with you, but you're not sticking around long enough to find out.Â
As you cross the field you hear more yelling from behind you, he's trying to speak to you, you realize. But with the wind and your own fear blocking out your senses, you can't even begin to comprehend what he might be saying.Â
As you make it to the opposite side, you see the mouth of a massive cave and not having many other options, decide to head straight for it.Â
Once you make it inside, you keep going, your feet moving of their own volition as you travel further and further into the dark. It's cold, but not as cold as outside. You only stop moving when you physically collapse to the ground, exhausted.Â
Taking deep breaths, you feel around in the darkness for the cave wall, crawling over and laying back against it as you try and catch your breath.Â
Despite the sprint you just completed, the cold starts to seep in again immediately. You shiver, teeth chattering as you huddle your arms against yourself. You have no way to make a fire, it occurs to you. You'd been in such a rush that besides bundling up and packing a small amount of food, you'd forgotten to gather the supplies for it.Â
Interestingly, either because of hypothermia overtaking your nowâlikelyâfrostbitten body, or of an unexplainable natural phenomenon, the ground below you is startingly warm. You can't make hide nor hair of it.Â
You seep it up as much as you can, having nothing else to keep you warm at the moment. The cavern around you is near silent, you can just make out the wind blowing outside.Â
So when you hear the clack, clack, clack, of steps against the ground, you tense.Â
You can't see a thing, only able to curl in on yourself and pray it's someone friendly. Though given where you are, you doubt that.Â
The steps end just in front of you, a huff of hot air blows down on you after a moment, followed by a low chuckle.Â
You whimper, not daring to look up.Â
A low voice echoes all around you. "Persistent, aren't you?"
Something compels you to speak up, despite your terror.Â
"Have, have to be. Need to, to find her, make sure she's okay." Your teeth clack as you tilt your head up, meeting the gaze you were almost expecting. "Wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't."
Despite the darkness, you can pick up on the surprise in the beast's eyes. Then, you hear a slight jingling noise as he nods once. He extends a clawed hand down to you.Â
"Come along then, it'll do her no good to see you freeze."
You stare at the offering, uncertain.Â
A snort. "We don't have all day, kid. It's only a matter of time before you get frostbite. And I'd rather not hear him complain about that."
"O-okay." You take his hand, feeling the warmth even through your glove.Â
He pulls you into a stand, and starts to walk deeper into the cavern. You don't know where you're going, but you suppose you don't have much a choice.Â
You just hope youâll end up somewhere warm.Â
Should have definitely started this sooner but alas, got busy. BUT, at least i finished it, and i like how it turned out :) Excited to keep these up for the end of the month, but for now, thanks for reading!
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