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alchemistc · 2 months ago

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my heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

Tommy blinks awake and immediately wishes he hadn't. This is his third time waking up, and apparently they listened to him when he asked them to slow down his morphine drip because everything hurts.

The busted leg he remembers - they'd kept him awake long enough to explain that they'd do everything they could to keep it but... Well. No buts, in the end, just titanium and enough pins to make sure he'll never get through TSA quickly ever again. Thank fuck most of his flying he does on his own.

Christ, if he has to get recertified...

Fractured ribs, a punctured lung, three broken fingers but thank god his arms had survived relatively intact.

The bruising on his face screams before the rest of it does, which is just - it's silly, actually, that somewhere in his head he's thinking about how awful he must look. Of course he looks fucking awful, he survived a helicopter crash. Why would he look great? He should look as bad as he feels.

On a scale from 1 to Fuck Off he's very firmly toeing the line into Go Screw Yourself.

The knock startles him.

The startle wrenches something in his neck area, and Tommy groans through the pain. Shit. Screw his dad just that little bit more for providing the perfect genetics for a proclivity for addiction.

Evan.

He's standing at the door, looking apologetic, head ducked a little like he does when he either wants something, or thinks he's done something wrong. Puppy eyes, he'd heard Hen call it once, while she mimed barfing, because Tommy thought it was adorable.

He still thinks it's adorable.

Fuck.

"Hey," he says, in his Hospital Voice. (Tommy is new to this voice, but he's growing more used to it, now: third time awake and it's the third time Evan's been there. In a chair at his side, flirting with a nurse while he wrote on Tommy's chart, now perched in the doorframe looking... a bit grungy if Tommy's being honest. Like he hasn't slept in days. Like those are the same clothes Tommy first saw him in.

Evan dances in the door and it's the first time he's noticed that one of his arms is tucked behind his back. "If that's a bouquet you should know I'm allergic," Tommy says, and doesn't hate the way his voice sounds quite as much as he has in recent memory. He's almost managed to get back the ironic lilt.

Evan's smile widens. "You're lying, and besides, you can't be allergic to every flower. Are you allergic to the corpse flower?" He pauses. Narrows his eyes like he's heading Tommy off at the pass. "You can't say the smell is as bad as the allergies would be."

"I feel like a corpse flower," Tommy intones, and he wonders - is that - is this what - they're just not gonna talk about it? What he'd said, in the air, with half the public servants of the city listening in? Or the fact that Evan hasn't left this hospital in two days? Or whatever he's still hiding behind his back?

Evan steps into the room. Rolls his shoulders with a shit-eating grin. Brandishes the item he's been hiding - a stuffed chicken. There's something sticking to the end of one leg, and Tommy squints to try to make it out. Looks like -

"Bobby got it for you! He said you'd know what the knife was for."

Tommy groans, tips his chin against his pillow, groans again because the pain is radiating throughout his body. Evan steps closer.

"I really wish you'd at least let them give you the muscle relaxants," Evan murmurs, closer, so much closer. Hand on the bed, fingers lifted like he's thinking about squeezing Tommy's thigh, and god - god, he wants that. But they can't just - they're in this whole mess because they talk around shit instead of about it.

Evan sets the chicken on the table next to the bed. His smile is loose and light, but his eyes are worried.

"I'm still pissed they put me on a morphine drip that first day, Evan, it's in my chart not to -." Evan bridges the gap, distracting Tommy thoroughly - fingers soft and light, careful, sliding across his thigh and dangerously close to the crease of his groin. Even if he weren't in a hospital bed he's in way too much pain to even think of getting it up but it's compelling. It's distracting. Tommy never wants him to move his hand.

"Hey," he says, and Tommy blinks. Frowns. Drinks in the sight of Evan's plaintive head tilt and tries to breathe. He hasn't really been this lucid, before. "I have one more thing for you."

Tommy raises a brow. Clenches his jaw. Tries not to freak the fuck out when Evan reaches for the pocket of his likely rank flannel and pulls out a suspiciously small box. No. No, absolutely not, has he learned nothing from Tommy's multiple attempts to get him to slow down.

Evan pops the lid.

Tommy feels the hysterical laughter bubbling in his chest and tries to push it down because laughing right now would jostle so many fucking things and he can't -

"So. Um. I know we - I know we still need to - to sit down and, like. Talk. About things," Evan says, while Tommy stares at the metal-on-velvet. "A-and this isn't me asking for anything. I'm just..." He presses a fist to his eyes, rubs, fingers opening to rub at the scruff on his jaw. "So. I have a spare room. And you won't be able to manage stairs for a minute, and - and I have, like, so much PTO, Tommy, an insane amount of it, and I just thought. While you get your bearings..." Tommy watches him, still quiet. "It really sucked being on my own dealing with a bum leg. And - maybe - maybe we take some time to talk. Crack open that champagne once your doctor clears it."

Tommy stares. Tommy contemplates. Tommy sucks in a deep breath and swallows hard.

"You want me to sleep in the spare room?"

One of Evan's hands is still on his thigh. The other is still palming a house key. His grin is wry. "I would like nothing less, but I thought I'd offer."

Tommy's hand has been creeping steadily towards the one on his leg for a minute now. He makes the final effort, curls fingers around Evans wrist. "Please tell me your mattress is off the floor."

"There's even a top sheet."

Tommy feels his lip quirking. It had been an almost-argument, a generational gap they couldn't bridge, something so small and silly it hadn't seemed worth the time to fight about it when there were better things they could be doing with the bed. He wishes they'd fought about it. He hopes they have a thousand fights ahead of them.

Tommy releases the hand circling Evans wrist, palms the key. Evan beams.

"It's not exactly traditional, but, uh - you have the one watch you refuse to take off for anything, and I wasn't gonna make you like, a paper crane, so..."

"Traditi - Evan, what?"

His smile goes a little coy. "I know there's like, a break in there, or whatever, but - uh - happy anniversary."

Tommy wants to cry. He wants to grin until his lips hurt as much as the rest of him. He wants -

"Come down here and kiss me, you lunatic," Tommy says, and Evan grins as he obliges.

#bucktommy #bucktommy fic #tevan fic #crash! that! helicopter!#(coda)

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princessbellecerise · 9 months ago

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First Impressions

Summary ✩ If you want to make a good impression on your boyfriend’s family, then you probably shouldn’t get caught naked together

Warnings ✩ Smut, college!jace, Jace likes slow passionate sex I don’t make the rules, so many innuendos, Jace and the reader literally get caught by his whole family, humor, lowkey a crack fic

“But what if they don’t like me?”

“Babe, relax. They’ll love you.”

Jace stroked your arm lovingly as you sat on his dorm room bed, nerves and anxiety nearly eating you alive.

You were in the middle of finals, and not only that, Jace’s family had decided to come up for the weekend and visit him before winter vacation.

Every year, he usually travelled back overseas to be with them, but this year his family decided to stay in the United States and celebrate the holidays over here.

As his girlfriend, you were understandably worried because it meant that you’d be meeting them for the first time. Jace tried to reassure you that your fears didn’t matter, and that they’d love you despite what you thought, but you simply weren’t convinced.

“But what if they hate me?” You continued, chewing on your lip as you looked at him. “What if…what if they think I’m too…American or something?”

“What? Too American?” Jace snorted. “What does that even mean?” You groaned.

“It means they might hate me, or my accent, and they might try and set you up with a British girl or something, I don’t know.”

To your displeasure, Jacaerys merely laughed which made you pout.

“Jace! This is serious!” You whined at him, smacking his arm playfully. He shook his head.

“Like I said, they will love you and they will be very excited to see you. Especially my mother. She’s been dying to meet you ever since I told her about you.”

“But—!”

“No buts! Everything will be fine,” Jacaerys cooed, and you sighed as you buried your head in his chest.

“I hope you’re right,” You mumbled miserably, not wanting to even think about him being wrong. You loved Jace so much, and you couldn’t imagine not being accepted by the ones he loved the most. No matter how many times he reassured you that they would, the thought still terrified you to your core.

“Of course I am,” Jacaerys leaned his head down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, wrapping his arms around you as he did. “How could anyone not love you? You’re perfect.”

Quickly, a small rush of embarrassment flooded to your cheeks but luckily it was hidden.

“You really think so?” You mumbled again, and this time you felt Jace pulling you away from his chest so that you could look him in the eye.

Two pools of warm honey held nothing but confidence and reassurance as he nodded. “Of course,” Jace confirmed sweetly, and then he sealed his promise with a kiss.

Smiling, you welcomed his lips and relaxed as your fears began to melt away. As always, Jace had a habit of being able to calm you with the slightest touch, and now as you felt his plump lips against yours, your worries evaporated.

It was like magic how you could be so worked up one minute, and then completely like putty in his arms in the next. Forgetting your anxiety, you deepened the kiss with Jace and panted as you felt his hands roam over your body.

“Shouldn’t we…shouldn’t we be getting ready?” You asked him quietly, pulling away as you felt him hardening underneath you.

“We’ve still got,” Jace picked up his phone and tapped on the screen, grinning when it read 5:52pm. “Two hours until dinner, I think? That’s plenty of time.”

You grinned back and sank into another kiss, this time bringing your hands up to tangle in his curls. They were soft against your fingertips; a weapon you used to render your boyfriend defenseless as you crawled on top of him.

Moaning, Jace held your hips as you began to grind them, feeling the way his cock got hard as you did so. Jace’s hockey hoodie and your thin sleep shorts left minimum barriers between the two of you, but still, it was too much.

You needed to feel him as desire pooled in between your legs, a little wet spot forming on the crotch of your shorts.

“Jace. Help me take this off,” You said against his lips, and Jace, all too eager, obeyed.

You felt his strong hands tug on the band of your shorts, pulling them off and throwing them across the room. Then, Jace reached for the hoodie and pulled it up just enough to expose your tits, but he kept it on you because he loved the way you looked in it.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous,” Jacaerys groaned, leaning up to suck on one of your buds as you continued rocking against him.

The feeling of his soft tongue made your core clench with anticipation, throwing your head back as you panted. You weren’t really in a rush, so Jace took his time; sucking and biting and licking your flesh as he pleased.

Already, you could feel the marks on your skin forming, and you lightly pushed his chest to get him to stop.

“Don’t give me a hickey right before I meet your family,” You warned, but the damage was done and Jace was quite proud as he admired his work.

“Oops.” Your boyfriend smirked up at you, and then you squealed as he flipped you around. Now, your back was against his chest and Jace propped your hips up so that your ass was in the air.

You could feel him begin to grind against you now, pressing his hard cock against your body as his kissed his way down it.

He started with your neck, nipping at your sweet spots before eventually going lower. Jace pushed the hoodie up so he could kiss along your spine, leaving little marks wherever he pleased. While he did that, you shivered as his hands occupied themselves with your cunt, teasing your wet folds and ghosting over your clit.

“Jace,” You whined in the pillow, desperate for more friction as you wiggled against him. You were burning up, aching for his touch; and luckily your boyfriend wasn’t a cruel man.

“I’ve got you, Princess. Don’t worry,” He cooed softly. You felt the bed dip as he moved in between your thighs, placing a delicate kiss to each before going where you needed him most.

“God…” You moaned, biting the pillow as Jace’s lips attached to your cunt, tongue darting out to taste you.

He went slow at first, dipping his tongue in between your folds and circling your entrance. You whined as Jace pushed in, tongue-fucking you while his fingers came to play with your clit. His other hand occupied itself with steadying your trembling hips, keeping your cunt firmly pressed against his face as he messily ate you out from behind.

“Fuck, fuck! Jace!”

His name fell from your lips like a chant, your thighs shaking as your orgasm approached. If you could, you would’ve tugged on his curls but you had to settle for gripping the bedsheets as you made a mess on his tongue.

To Jace, you tasted so sweet that he just couldn’t help but to lap it all up; face getting drenched with the evidence of your arousal. He reached out to message your trembling thighs, placing little kisses on them before turning you over.

As he did, you couldn’t help but think how hot your boyfriend looked after eating you out. His face was glistening with your cum, his pupils blown and eager for more.

He couldn’t get the condom on fast enough, and you nearly started drooling when he teased his swollen cock head in between your folds.

You were still sensitive by the time he started to push in, but you welcomed his cock and eagerly held his body close to yours. As always, Jace held your hand and let out a shaky breath as he entered you. With his forehead pressed to yours, he gazed into your eyes and sank into your cunt until there was nothing left for him to give.

“Fuck!”

The two of you moaned in unison as he bottomed out, Jace trembling above you as your warm cunt squeezed him. He leaned down to capture your lips in a long, deep kiss, loving to make out with you while he fucked you.

It was one thing to be inside of you, but with Jace, he always felt the need to be consumed by you, taking you in every way he could think of. His lips upon yours, his hands holding yours, his cock deep inside of you.

The closeness, the sheer intimacy of it all always drove your boyfriend crazy, as he wanted to think of and feel nothing but expect for you. No matter what, Jace always poured everything he had into you—every bit of love, want, desire.

You could feel it in the way he moved his hips, desperately chasing the high only you could bring him to. You spread yourself eagerly below him, taking, wanting, craving for the same things.

Together, you held one another as your bodies moved in sync, giving and taking and fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle.

Jace’s cock began to tighten as he neared his release. Likewise, your core clenched, your head becoming fuzzy as he brushed against your sweet spot over and over again. Just as you pulled away from his kiss, your own lips—plump and swollen—let out a gasp as you came around him. All that you could see, all you taste and feel was Jacaerys as pleasure completely took over your senses.

And then, not even a second later Jace was collapsing as well, panting as he spilled himself into the condom.

You had the pleasure of hearing his sweet sounds as he did, rubbing his back and his ass gently to coax him. By the time he was finished, the condom was filled to the brim and Jace pulled it off, lazily tying it up and throwing it in the trashcan.

Pink puffy lips, bruised from kissing you and biting them so hard when he came, once again ghosted over your skin, Jace leaving a kiss on your forehead before collapsing beside you.

“I love you,” Your boyfriend said gently, taking your face into his hands. Soft cheek pressed against soft cheek as you curled into one another, still panting and glowing and smiling from your highs.

“I love you too,” You giggled as he squeezed your cheeks, pressing them together so your lips jutted out like a fish. “I lobe you, I lobe you, I lobe you, I lobe you—”

Jace laughed at your disordered speech, just about to comment on it when suddenly the door flung open, and Cregan Stark stood with his entire family behind him as he grinned.

“Surprise!”

“What the—?”

The smile on your lips died as you froze in shock, eyes coming to settle on the plethora of people that filed into the room.

They hadn’t noticed it yet, not until it was too late. There were six people in total, all too busy grinning with anticipation and chattering excitedly until they noticed exactly what they had stumbled upon—a very naked Jacaerys and his girlfriend.

“Oh,” Rhaena, who you had seen before in FaceTime calls and followed on Instagram, was the first to notice your predicament. Their eyes widened when they looked at Jace, stuttering but not able to warn anyone in time. “I…”

“Oh shit!”

“Are they—?”

“Dude!”

Jace was much faster than you to react; shouting at Cregan and telling him to close the door while his roommate stood there in shock.

Behind him, you could hear laughter and horrified shouts as Jace’s family looked at the scene; his step-sister Baela cracking up while who you presumed was his mother gasped.

“Jacaerys—” The white haired woman blinked, dumbfounded, and of course you would have the absolute unfortunace of locking eyes with her right before Jace exclaimed,

“Mom! Get out!”

The door slammed shut just as Jace began to scurry up, his face a violent shade of red as you blinked. In that moment, you couldn’t tell if you wanted to scream or just straight up die as you looked at Jace, horrified as you covered your naked body.

“I didn’t…I didn’t know…” He rapidly shook his head, trying to explain but you could obviously tell he wasn’t expecting his family to come here.

You were supposed to meet them at the restaurant at seven, and you still thought you had time to get yourself presentable.

You wanted to make a good first impression on the people who would hopefully be your future in laws, but now though, there was no such luck. His whole family had seen you naked, and now you had no fucking clue how you’d ever leave this room without wanting the ground to swallow you up.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. What are we going to do?” You asked, panicked as Jace paced around the room. “Your mother—Jace, your mom just saw my fucking pussy!”

“Or maybe she didn’t,” Jace countered, trying to delude himself and you into thinking the situation wasn’t that bad. It didn’t work. “Maybe they…maybe they only saw us in the covers, but didn’t see anything else.”

“Yeah right,” You scoffed, knowing damn well that wasn’t the case. “I’m pretty sure they’ve seen more of me than you ever have!”

“Shit!”

Jace ran a hand through his curls as commotion sounded outside. Cregan panicking and Baela laughing and Luke so horrified all he could do was stare at the wall.

They were all waiting out there to meet you but, “I can’t ever show my face again,” You wailed. “I was right. They’re gonna hate me and think I’m a slut and they’re never gonna want to see me again!”

“That’s not true,” Jace insisted, shaking his head. “Babe, they would never think that about you.”

“Yeah! We’d never—” Rhaena’s voice became muffled as Rhaenyra scolded them, but the fact that they could hear what you were saying just made you want to die even more.

“Jesus Christ. Is there no end to the embarrassment?” You groaned, flopping on Jace’s bed. You buried your face into the pillow while Jace rubbed circles on your back, torn between comforting you and yelling at Rhaena to fuck off.

“It’s alright. It’ll be alright,” Your boyfriend said awkwardly. “The best thing that we can do is to just go out there, and forget this ever happened, yeah? I’m sure after a few drinks no one will even remember this.”

Which might’ve been true, if half his family wasn’t under 21 and couldn’t drink in the USA.

You groaned. “Ihatemylife.”

“What?”

“I said I hate my life,” You pouted at Jace, pulling your face from the covers. “Only something like this could happen to me.” But eventually, you agreed to just bite the bullet.

You knew you couldn’t hide forever, and as much you wanted to, you couldn’t avoid the six people standing outside waiting for you and Jace either.

No matter how undignified you felt, you still got ready and you took a deep breath as Jace grabbed your hand.

“Let’s go meet them properly this time, shall we?”

—

“So how’s the bed—I mean, the bread! Sorry!” Luke blushed deeply while you sank into your seat, utterly mortified while Jace tensed beside you.

He still had yet to relax even though the incident had happened hours ago, and his family was graceful enough not to mention it save for a few accidental innuendos and stray giggles as they recalled the moment.

Cregan, who was also invited along, hadn’t stopped sending either of you apologetic looks since it was his idea to bring them to surprise Jace.

The poor guy had a wanted to do a nice thing for his best friend and ended up humiliating him in the process.

But you were so embarrassed you didn’t even care, not being able to even look at Luke while you answered.

“It’s good,” You told him meekly, even though it was obvious you had barely touched it. “A little hard, but...”

Daemon snickered as you suddenly stopped, stomach dropping when you realized you said. “I-I mean…I didn’t…”

“Babe,” Jace gave you look as he squeezed your hand under the table, shooting his step father an angry glare. “He knows what you meant. Right, Luke?”

“Yeah.” The sophomore in high school didn’t say anything else as he picked at his appetizer.

You sighed.

Quite frankly, it was awkward all around, making you feel like you should have just stayed in your dorm room.

What was supposed to be a normal family dinner was now overshadowed by the incident, and you felt like no matter what you did, something brought it up.

The last thing you wanted to do was make a bad first impression, and you had made an impression alright.

You cleared your throat. “So how was the flight?” You asked no one in particular, desperately wanting to change the subject. You didn’t think you’d survive another minute of this if not, but thankfully Rhaena ended up being the one who answered you.

“It was boring. Kind of long, actually,” They shrugged. And then they added, “T-The flight, I mean,” which only made the situation worse.

Baela shook her head. “I don’t know. It was kind of short to me,” She grinned, laughing when Jace glared and kicked her under the table.

“Baela!” Rhaenyra scolded her, shaking her head. Like you, the woman seemed to be at her wits end with how much more she could take.

It was embarrassing enough for you to experience it, but you couldn’t imagine catching your own son naked. Rhaenyra was probably the only one more mortified than you and Jace, and so she was a bit more sympathetic than the rest of her family.

“That’s enough. Stop torturing the poor girl, will you?”She warned. “Y/N, honey, I’m so sorry,” She then said gently, and you gave her a tight smile, hating yourself for not ordering a stronger drink.

Thankfully though, you were saved by the waitress coming around. You and Jace let out a sigh of relief as the food momentarily distracted everybody. Baela stopped smirking, eyeing her spaghetti with joy. Daemon no longer stared at you accusingly, just waiting to for the chance to jump in and embarrass Jace. Eveything seemed fine again; that is until she set Jace’s entree down.

“And here is that shrimp for you, sir,” She smiled at him politely, and you could see Cregan absolutely loosing it as he stood up.

“Fuck—I’m sorry man. I can’t, I just…” He crackled all the way to the bathroom, his laugher echoing through the whole restaurant. A few people stared at him as he passed, but the waitress didn’t seem too bothered by it.

She turned to Rhaenyra, handing her a red drink and said, “And here is that cocktail for you.”

Rhaenyra stared at the drink, not even knowing what to say as her children burst into giggles. Not even Daemon could hold himself back, laughing into his wine while Jace laid his head on the table.

“Is there anything else I can get for you all?” The waitress asked, chewing her lip at the scene. She obviously didn’t understand what was going on or why everything she said was so funny.

“A gun,” Jace whispered from beside you, catching her attention. His red face was as buried into his arms due to permanent shame. “I would like for you to bring me a gun, please.”

“Excuse me?” Your waitress reeled back, her eyes going wide at Jace’s words. The tray she carried momentarily shook in her hands, and—not wanting for her to call the police and make this an even worse situation—you quickly stepped in.

“I-I think he means that we’re all satisfied, thank you,” You told her weakly.

Your whole body burned from shame and embarrassment, and you were surprised that you didn’t catch on fire right then and there. You certainly wished you would, as it would save you from the absolute worst dinner of your life.

The woman nodded slowly. “Alright then. Enjoy,” She said cautiously.

And then, without missing a beat, Baela looked straight at you and giggled. “Oh, I’m sure she did.”

#house of the dragon #hotd #hotd x reader #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon smut

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thecloudsaremyhome · 2 months ago

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naga parents!! naga parents who finds reader and (forcibly) adopts them!!

☆Platonic yandere naga fathers x reader☆

Summary: you’ve heard the rumors of naga receding in the forest. But that doesn’t stop you from entering with the goal of providing food for your so called family. Unknowingly you resign your fate of never coming out. Because to particular nagas take interest in you and plan on never letting you go.

Tw: (I am not apart of the hindisum culture this was purly make for fanfiction only this was not to depict real life hinidiusm so please be respectful of the religion! Thank you! ) panic attack, exhaustion, neglect, gambling, obsessive behavior, Yandere behavior, infantization, Restraining, reader’s parents suck.

Word count: 4k

How the hell did you end up in a situation like this? You were just out hunting today for some wild deer to help feed your poor family.

You’d been walking all day following the tracts of a nearby heard the scurried off hours ago.

But you were determined to find them and be able to provide for your family with something to eat.

Because your afraid that youll end up more than slapped for not providing your parents dinner.

Clearly, they should be the ones to do it, but instead, they gamble away any of their earnings that are left from the money that you collect to sell the meat you catch.

It's tiring it really is but you can’t give up now. It's still mid-afternoon and you need to atleast find some source of food by midnight.

So with tha,t you continue to make your way depper into the large forest surrounding your small village.

before you were about to make your trek into the forest you overheard some of the villagers discussing about the sighting of a nagas nest in the large forest by one of your village hunters who barley made it out alive, this, of course, made your town tense especially the elders.

Mystical creatures arent very common in your world they are considered valuable especially nagas for their scaly skin that can be used as armor or for other benefits.

But you’ve never heard or come across a naga since you first started hunting.

They are considered extremly dangerous and only a very skilled hunter can successfully defeat one. But thats even more rare.

With a nagas long dangerous tail that could squeeze you to death. With fangs as sharp as butcher knives and venom that could instantly kill a person. Nagas were very dangerous.

Especially a royal naga, they arent to be messed with, from the tales of one royal naga slaughtering a whole village has kept humans from daring to face them.

knowing the consequences of messing with their kin.

So thats why some worship them like gods and other like your village choose to avoid interacting with the naga kind as a whole, because they know it could be a death sentance.

But what you heard didnt stop you from entering the forest, because maybe it would be better to be food for a naga than live with your parents.

It may be sad buts its true all the same. And you've come to accept that fact.

But now your unfortunately lost, after hours of trying to hunt for any source of meat, you come to a rest against a tree stump.

Unfortunately you fell asleep, exhausted from your long walk and sore legs.

You slowly drift off into a blissful sleep having not felt any source of warmth from this past winter and with the fall breeze tingling against your bruised skin it feels like heaven.

So with that you finally close your eyes and make your way into dreamland.

But when you woke up instead of it being mid-afternoon, it was night time from the bright stars you can barley make out through the trees.

Well your screwed, your father sternly drilled into you that you must bring dinner home before night time.

or you’ll be sleeping outside again of course not wanting to slee outside you took his demand to heart.

Why the hell did you have to fall asleep at the worst times!

Now you dont even know if you actually want to go back home not wanting to face the wraith of your angry father.

But you know you cant stay here forever so with a heavy heart you make your way to what you hope could be the direction of where you came. Unknowingly your making your way depper into the sacred forest.

You sigh shakily as you continue to walk darting your eyes around for any semblance of something familiar something you recognize to get you back to what you call home.

But their is no sigh all their is, is the occasional chirping of birds or the howling of a wolf in the distance but thats it.

Stuck in the semi silence with only your thoughts to ocpany you and the dragging of your feet on the dirt texture of the forest.

Its unnerving not once have you actually stayed in the forest at night, having been wanted against it for the dangers that unfold at night.

So of course this brings a sense of fear a dread to your very being. You never liked going out at night.

So maybe thats why you obliviously ran through the darkening forest in hopes of finding your way home, that you didnt even notice the sound of a slithering tail following close behind you.

Nor did you notice the sudden silence from the animals occupying in the forest like they are holding their breaths themselves knowing something horrible will occur. You are oblivious to it all.

Finally after exhausting yourself with your frantic running, you come face to face with a temple. Wait a temple?

The temple has a rugged appearance to it looking like it hasnt had inhabitants in years from the breaking of the walls on the side to the moss starting to surround the temple as a whole to the trees curling in on its rugged textures.

With a small opening no door in place only cement stairs leading to the entrance.

but whats even more strange is the snake like statues surrounding the temple thats also strangely next to a lake.

The snake statues look like the person who made it put alot of effort into it from the every detail perfectly persisted on the statues.

You think it's very interesting, but shrug it off. You don't need to take in every single detail here, after all.

With moss and leaves surrounding what looks to be a pathway, you have no choice but to reluctantly step inside.

Having no where else to stay for the night, maybe you can stay here?

From the large trees curling around the large temple, you can't help but be breathtaking by how beautiful it is despite its rugged appearance.

You can feel the rocks and twigs being crushed under your torn shoes, you grimace at the feeling but continue down the path and up the cement stairs towards the entrance of the temple.

But you hesitated staring at its ominous structure, not knowing if its a good idea to go inside at all.

Well might as well whats the worst that could happen?

Ciarán has never been fond of humans, even when he was just a young nestling learning the ways of the naga world he still held some contempt for them.

Because hes learned that all humans do is take and destroy not having any remorse for those around them not even their own kind.

They truly are sickening beings who deserve to be wiped off the earth. But he has so intention of doing so because thats not one of his priorities right now.

His priority is to protect the new hatchlings that his mate is keeping safe inside the very same temple you are going into. This of course has him growling in anxiety.

When he first saw you wondering into the woods calling out to someone in your native language, he considered leaving you alone not wanting to bother with something as significant as a human.

But when he saw the hopeless look on your adorable face he couldnt help himself but to frown in sadness.

That expression doesnt suit you not at all.

So he decided maybe he would follow you just to make sure your safe yeah thats. which leads to this now-dreaded situation.

He knows his mate has been in a very protective mood lately especiassly with kepping the hatchlings safe so he knows without a doubt his mate will instantly attack you once he see’s you. But why should his worry him?

He has no emotional connection to you? So why does the very thought of you getting hurt sends anger courcing through his very veins.

Maybe its because of how young you look, you look no older than maybe 2?

Nagas live very long so years are longer for them and your the size of a young hatchling. So this of course worries him.

How were you able to survive out in this harsh forest for so long?

Humans are known to be very fragile compared to naga. Did your kin abandon you?

He knows your human, but he can't help the worry coursing through him. He knows he should be hating you as well, but he can't get himself to.

Not when you look so pitiful yet adorable at the same time. It's a miracle you werent able to detect his presence yet.

But with a heavy heart he decides to put these feelings to the side as he notices you walking into the temple he calls home.

He slithers after you quietly, hoping and praying his mate won't kill you on sight.

Because as much as he wouldn't like to admit it he has grown fond of you while watching you and he wouldn't mind you staying. He just hopes his mate will agree.

This temple isn’t that bad actually. once you stepped inside you expected half of it to be in ruins barley eligible to stay the night in but to your surprise its quite the opposite, it looks pretty clean with more statue’s lined up.

They clearly look polished, like some has been manually polishing and taking care of them.

Which is strange shouldnt this temple be abandoned if its all the way out here?

Wait…you think to yourself as you stop to examine more of the surrounding hallway you've been walking down.

You feel a shiver go down your spine as the very feeling of being watched sets in. Why haven't you noticed before?

You're supposed to be a very skilled hunter for your age, but you guess the person who has been watching you is more experienced than you anticipated.

This is bad you think to yourself, either you can be a coward and get out of this temple as fast as you can, resulting in you having no shelter for the night. Or you could just stay……

Reluctantly you choose the second option not wanting to risk yourself getting even more lost.

But what if the person whose watchung you is dangerous? Well guess thats a future you problem.

You sigh as you decide to continue walking down the narrow hallway.

You hoep if you just keep walking that maybe you can find at least somewhere to rest.

This has to be a fucking joke. How can a small ass temple have an entire maze of hallways inside of it!

Whats even worse is that everything looks the same no matter how many times you try to retrace your steps and go into a different direction you always end up back exactly where you were.

You sigh in annoyance feeling a headache start to set in. This really isn't your day.

Your legs are aching, your starving literally. And now your fucking lost inside this temple!

You knew it wasnt a good idea to come in here but you dumbass did it anyways!

You feel fat tears picking at your eyes daring to falll from you cheeks, you make out a choked sob as you curl in on yourself.

You know crying will do you no good but you cant help it.

The pain is just to much to handle, its weighing on you like a dam waiting just to break open and spill out everywhere.

But before you could let the tears finally fall, you noticed a light in the corridor from the hall.

You snapped out of your self-pitying thoughts, slowly stood up, and walked towards the open corridor.

You hesitantly stepped inside, but you stopped yourself before you could fully check out what was inside. Is this really a good idea?

You decide to just check it out hoping it will give you some sort of clue as to how to get out of here.

once you enter the room you notice the sudden shift in atmosphere as well as a strange smell, you also notice that this rooms is a large narrow hallway that has a faint candles illuminating it.

Of course this shocks you, because how could candles be lit in a so called abandoned temple.

So you decide to walk down the hallway and follow the candles.

You continue like this for a few minutes until you notice the faint sent of musk getting stronger and stronger, like an intoxicating drug.

You start to feel very dissy but contiue on until you reach a sppacious cave like room with various ornaments and jewels hung around with an animal like rug, you then notice the lifelike skeletons. Sitting in the far corner of the room.

You then hear a hiss like noise and look forward to be faced with a humongous snake like creature slither out of the make shift nest, thats make of some type of wood.

Never mind that what your really focused on is this humogues snake if you can even call it that with a lower half of a snake and a uper half of a man.

you notice his mid length pure white hair that looks like snow, and you take notice of his glaring deep red eyes that look like rubys.

You take note of his physical structure. hes more on the leaner side but much noticeable muscle that leaves fear that he could probably crush you.

Which he probably could from the sneer plastered on his face.

this makes you unintentionally flinch as you back up to a stone wall completely cornered

You take notice of his extremely long white scaly tail taht could represent pearls themselves. Your breathing quickens as comes even closer to you.

but before you could react at all you feel his tail curl around your upper body and yank you towards him.

Having you in some sort of cocoon like death grip with his tail. He hisses at you with what could only be as a death glare.

This causes you to flinch and let out an involuntary whimper.

He starters to hiss more and it seems like hes talking in his foreign language?

But before you could question it even more you feel his tail constrict around you tightly to the point that it feels hes trying to break your very own bones.

You let out a cry of pain, not able to take the pain anymore you feel small tears pass by your eyelids down your already puffy cheeks.

This causes the snake like creature to pause in its movements, having inspecting you as it takes more of a closer look at your form.

you notice it widening his eyes and what could only be a whimper escaping his mouth.

You of course still in flight or fight mode dont notice this, to intent on surviving from this beast like creature.

But you can feel his tail slowly loosen its grip before your released from its hold as you land on the floor.

still momlentairly surprised you dont notice a scaly finger wipe away a fresh tear from your face nor do you not notice the guilt ridden expression on the creatures face.

All you can feel is exhaustion momentarily catch up to you before you finally pass out.

The next time you regain consciousness you feel like your body is wrapped in the most comfyess blanket you have ever felt.

your so called blankets you had at home where torn and almost rags at this point.

But this is different the way it feels on your skin feels like your in heaven and you dont want to wake up to escape the illusion of comfort.

but eventually you slowly open your eyes to find yourself wrapped in a silk like blanket that seems to be made of the finess textures. Which is a surprise to you.

But before you could mull over it you then take notice of your surroundings and to your surprise your in the nest that was in the center of the room you entered before you passed out.

This of course surprises you because you clearly thought that, that monster was going to eat you…wait that monster fuck you need to get out and now.

But before you could even get yourself out of the blanket you notice a loud coo and turn around to be faced with the same snake like creature you encountered before you passed out.

you can not depicte his face more easily as it seems he was structured like a god.

with beautiful long white lashes and a mole under his eye with a slim upturned nose,and with slight white patches of scales on his neck down to his chest area.

You can tell by the golden jewerly hes wearing that it must have cost a fortune.

You feel him take off the blanket that was wrapped around you and notice that your clothes are all gone, your fully naked.

Of course this causes panic to rise as you back away and try to cover yourself to the best of your ability.

Which is useless as he holds your hands and brings you closer to him, seeming to coo at you.

But what catches your attention now is the pure black long scaly tail wrapped around the nest almost like it is meant as a barrier or a prsion where no one can get in or out.

You look past the snake man to be met with someone similar.

Your eyes meet his crystal blue eyes that represent diamonds at its finest.

you take note of his long silky black hair and his more taller frame clearly he towers over you by at least a great amount of feet.

you take note of his silver like jewlery adoring his tone muscular body.

You can tell by his intimidating structure that hes not someone to be messed with.

this of course causes you to curl in on yourself further as you try to struggle out of the white snakes hold which catches him by surprise and your able to free yourself from his hold.

Only momentarily before the black haired snake like man slithers over and picks you up like you weigh nothing. And you hear him finally speak.

“Calm down little one we will not hurt you so stop struggling” he says sternly in a soft like tone used with toddlers.

This makes you feel insulted since your clearly not a toddler and dont need to be treated as such, so with your pride in the way you bite down on his forearm and successfully escape out of his hold.

You grunt as you stand up and decide to make a break for it but not before the white man snake uses his coils to wrapp around your lower body successfully restraining your frantic movements as you hear the black haired man tutt in annoyance.

“अस्माभिः तान् निद्रां कर्तुं आवश्यकम्, स्पष्टतया तेषां दुराचारस्य दण्डस्य आवश्यकता वर्तते। Edelweiss.”

the black haired snake man says to the white snake man as Edelweiss.

Edelweiss sighs and nods in reluctant agreement having no other way than to put you to sleep to calm you down.

“केवलं मृदु भवितुं सुनिश्चितं कुरुत वयं अस्माकं लघुं क्षतिं कर्तुम् न इच्छामः किं वा Ciarán”

Edelweiss says in a soft loving tone to his mate which makes Ciarán nod in agreement.

You struggle to escape the coils wrapped around your ankles you fail to notice Ciarán approaching you before its to late.

he picks you up carrying you on his hip but before you could register what is happening you feel a sharp pain in your neck which makes you whimper out in pain.

Then you start to slowly feel your limbs start to numb.

you feel exhausted and its getting hard to keep your eyes open as you try to struggle the best you can.

But your body fails you. You cant stop your eyes from slowly closing as you feel Ciarán slowly rhythmic heartbeat.

When did you get this close? But that doesnt matter you feel at peace.

whatever they gave you must have worked because you can feel your mind start to shut down but before you could let yourself succumb to exhaustion you hear them speak.

“It's okay, little one. Go to sleep. We will be here when you wake up again, and we will keep you here forever and never let you go.”

You succumb to exhaustion, and when you wake up your life will drastically change.

You should've never went into the woods.

Authors note: thank you all so much for 400 followers! Pls comment and let me know what you think about this oneshot!! I worked very hard on it! So I hope you enjoyed!

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joshujihan23 · 3 months ago

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Take a break

☆ pairing: bf!wonwoo x reader

☆ genre: romance, fluff, slice of life, gruelling finals season

☆ synopsis: wonwoo, the guy that would always be there to provide to your needs, even if you didn’t ask for it

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[10:58pm]

the clock ticked. your eyelids fluttering shut every few seconds. your handwriting turned more and more illegible as you scribbled in your notebook.

finals seasons this year seemed to be even more tougher than usual. the previous papers played with your heartstrings more than you wanted them to, and that made you even more anxious for the next.

sipping on the final drops of the hazelnut latte right at the corner of your desk, you groaned softly at the finish of your drink, the only thing that seemed to keep you awake this entire day.

and the chemistry question right in front of you? it was almost as if it was speaking to you in another language.

don’t do it y/n, don’t rip it apart. you kept repeating to yourself as you erased your workings.

you sighed in defeat, your pencil scratching against the paper as you attempt the question yet again, for the fourth time.

the music blasting into your ears, your mind fixated on the equations and explanations in front of you, you didn’t even realise that someone had entered your room.

until from the corner of your eye, you see a glass of water and a bowl of grapes clinked onto the table.

from his hands, you knew who it was from.

wonwoo.

you took off your headphones, your eyes glued onto his.

“you’re home early.” you mumbled under your breath, which he heard.

“11:17 isn’t early, my dear. i told you to sleep early, didn’t i?” he placed his hands on your shoulders, massaging them gently, making you groan softly.

“i can’t solve this question, it doesn’t even make sense.” you tapped on the paper with your pencil, your eyebrows furrowing at the words.

wonwoo took one look at the question, scanning at the chemical formulas and the information given. he took the pencil from your hand, leaning forward until his chest was brushing against the back of your shoulders.

“you’re lucky i take the same major as you and graduated last year. alright so..”

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the both of you took 10 minutes to debunk that question, with you asking about every single detail, while wonwoo was there to answer each and every question.

finally, you both came to a conclusion, with the entire page being done. you sighed in relief, throwing your arms around wonwoo’s neck.

“i don’t know what i’ll do without you, my smartie~” you spoke in a soft tone, your head resting on his chest.

wonwoo chuckled softly, his chest rumbling slightly. he placed a hand on your head, rubbing it gently.

“so can my princess finally accompany her prince on the bed now?” his gaze scanning your face, noticing your chapped lips. he glanced at your table, seeing the finished cup of coffee. he placed his thumb on your bottom lip, rubbing it gently.

“but you’re so dehydrated now. when was your last time you drank water? you know coffee isn’t good for your health.. here, drink this cup of water and eat these bowl of grapes. after that you may sleep.” he said, in a sweet yet serious voice.

you grumbled softly, your lips pouting slightly.

“but..”

“no buts. come on, i’ll even feed you the grapes, if that helps you to eat them.”

your eyes immediately lit up at those words, your arms tightening around his neck.

“i’ll eat them, only in that condition~”

wonwoo chuckled, placing a kiss on your lips gently.

“then c’mon, let’s have a feast on the bed.” he grabbed the glass of water and the bowl of grapes, guiding you to the bed.

you giggled, following behind him.

well, that is one way to make you forget about your exam stress.

#joshujihan23 #seventeen #svt #svt x reader #svt imagines #svt fluff #wonwoo #wonwoo fluff #svt wonwoo

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impish-baby · 4 months ago

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More dad survivor x zombie reader + an old friend :) (tw: dead animal, guns, emetophobia, threats of harm)

"Aw, sugar.." The dead bird is the farthest thing from appetizing but you look so darn happy offering it to him, how's he supposed to say no?

"You're the sweetest, daddy will eat it later, ok?" That at least seems to be satisfactory enough for now, as you drop the poor thing down onto the park table.

The playground has long been abandoned, left in disarray since the apocalypse hit, that doesnt stop Hank from finding it absolutely adorable when you try to climb up a slide. Nearly gives him a heart attack though.

"Baby, come on, you're gonna hurt yourself." He wonders if you remember being little and playing here, your memory isn't the best when it comes to some things but you sure seem to recall what it takes to give him gray hairs. "I know you think it's fun, but your old man really couldn't handle it if you got scratched up while you're messing around."

You get hurt so easily now a days, he's basically toddler proofed the house all over again and yet you still find a way to bang yourself up when he's not around, that's why he's taken to tying you up when he can't keep an eye on you.

When you do finally decide to slide back down, Hank immediately sweeps you up into his arms with a soft chuckle. "Alright, alright, I think you've had enough outside time for today, we should be headin' home."

It would've been a good day, a great one even, if he didn't catch the glittering of a silver barrel from the corner of his eye.

"Shit-" Hank has never been more greatful that he was holding you, because you lunge automatically for the stranger and likewise closer to the gun. "No, sweetheart, shhh..shh..calm down.." God, he'd love it if you listened, it's hard to pull out his own pistol while trying to wrangle you into staying put.

Other survivors aren't very common in town, most people left after the first few months.

"You gonna let that thing go so I can shoot it?" He recognizes that voice, and it makes Hank's heart sink into a pit in his stomach. "I ain't.. Hank?" A familiar face is rare, a friendly familiar face is nearly unheard of.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot, just step back for a minute, alright?" When Hank glances over, he wasn't expecting Bo to be emptying his stomach onto the cement.

"I- Fuck-" The man retches again, dryheaving. "You.. God, the kid.." An honorary uncle, Bo knew you since the day you where born, he didn't see the day that was meant to be your last.

"I know," You stopped struggling once you heard his voice, eyes wide as you simply whine to be let down. "You're gonna have to wait, be patient, hun." That never was your strong suit. "The grown ups need to talk."

"Hank.. man, you gotta let them go.." There's tears in Bo's eyes as he takes a cautious step forward. "They're dead. There aren't any ifs or buts, that's a corpse. You can't-"

"That is my child," He's been a sinner for a long time, if it comes down to it, shooting his brother will be one of his worst. "My baby, what kind of father am I to hurt them?"

"A merciful one!" There are days you wake up confused and scared, you cry for hours or at least your body tries to. "They aren't a person anymore, Hank, they aren't themselves. You're fucking lucky they haven't bitten you yet!"

"I'd welcome it if they did." He's thought about it, that first night when you went cold in his arms and many more after that. "You pull that trigger and that's it, a life without my kid isn't worth living."

"Dammit," Hank almost collapses in relief as the gun is holstered, putting his away as well. "You're still an idiot, huh? Figures.."

Bo approaches slowly, never taking his eyes off your still form. All you do is smile and try to reach out for a hug, but he cringes away with a look of disgust.

Hank's heart breaks as you tuck your teary face against his neck. He doesn't know how to explain in a way you'd still understand, all he can is press a kiss to your forehead and shush your sniffles.

#platonic yandere #famial yandere #platonic yandere x reader #yandere x reader #yandere father #people liked him last time :>#he is a good dad

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jayniks · 5 months ago

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SEX NOTE (s.jy)

Your friend is jealous that, thanks to the book that HE gave you, you no longer pay attention to him, so he writes to you in that notebook in a fit of jealousy.

WC . 4,0k

PAIRING . childhoodfriend!jake x afab!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), jealousy, Jay showing up, rudeness, Jay bothering you at first, awkwardness, Jake butting into your room.

SMUT WARNINGS . oral sex (f receiving), lots of kisses, assjob(idk if it's called that), manhandling, spanking, voyeurism (kinda), creampie.

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Maybe it was a mistake coming home early, after all, no one wants to watch their childhood friend get fucked, specifically not jerk off to it either. Well, Jake is a nobody. He froze as he watched you get fucked from behind, though you two seemed pretty busy since you didn’t see or hear him come in. Jake would be lying if he said he didn’t just keep watching and spy on you.

The tent in his pants grew with every second he spent looking at you. Yeah, maybe you weren't moaning HIS name but something similar, so his imagination did the rest thinking you were saying it. He brought his hand inside his pants to 'caress' himself, thus releasing some tension that was coming from there. His palm ran up and down, applying pressure in certain places, feeling bigger with each squeeze. God, what a pervert.

Jake's heart raced as he unzipped his pants, the soft fabric rustling against his fingers, stirring up his lust, but also his guilt. He couldn't help but feel guilty for spying on and nearly pleasuring himself with his childhood friend and roommate. "This is wrong," he thought, "but damn it feels so good."

He leaned back on the doorknob just enough to peek out and see the scene I described in my previous post (lol, self-promotion??? Yeah) while he unzipped his pants quietly enough to not be heard, although I don't think anyone was going to hear him with how loud your moans were.

Well, I won't digress any further, Jake guided his thumb and index finger delicately from the base to the tip to wrap them around where it started. He proceeded to wrap the rest of his hand around what was left of the shaft to begin his downward and upward movements on his member, almost in rhythm with Jay's thrusts. His imagination was in charge of making his movements resemble those of your partner to fantasize that it was HIM who was fucking you.

Jake's breathing came in ragged gasps with each rhythmic stroke, matching the erotic sounds from the next room. His mind raced, imagining every position his friend was in would be him doing it, fueling the fire of desire burning within him. "I'm being selfish," he thought, guilt eating away at him as he continued to pleasure himself, though the guilt wasn't enough to keep his hand away from his cock. With each movement Jake felt himself getting closer to his release, he could feel the tension in his balls, a sensation that spread throughout his groin like wildfire. With a sharp inhale and biting down on his fist, a hot stream erupted from the tip of his twitching member. His body shuddered, feeling weak and spent as he finally calmed down.

After that, Jake's chest heaved as he caught his breath. He felt a mix of relief and embarrassment, his gaze fixed on the door to the next room. 'Holy shit's' echoed in his mind, his hand still wrapped around his exhausted member. I think the post-nut clarity hit him hard enough that he ran out grabbing things off the floor and leaving the apartment.

Shitty book, this was all his fault. Well, technically it was his fault, he had given the book to his friend after finding it on the floor, he could have kept it himself and been the one to stick it up to whoever crossed his mind, but he preferred to give it to his best friend... oh, that sounds like jealousy. Although Jake obviously wasn't jealous, no no. If he was jealous, would he have a problem with using the notebook he found himself? Perhaps—

Ding!

This gave him an idea, it was like for the first time in a long time he was thinking with his cock and his brain at the same time. He went back to his shared apartment and sat on the couch waiting for his friend in silence, after all, it was his right as the 'owner' of the notebook.

It didn't take you long to go downstairs to get a glass of water, although of course, it took you a while to get down the stairs without staggering. When you turned around you saw Jake sitting on the couch with a playful look on his face, you were about to ask why he was there when he spoke first — "I bought the wrong ticket, at the end it was for next week, although I arrived a little tired, what about you?", smiling with a mischief unknown to you. You couldn't help but frown at his answer. Something in his tone made you hesitate, but your body was too sore to think clearly. The throbbing pain in your gut and the small temblors in your legs made anything, even a conversation with Jake, seem like a monumental task.

“Are you sure it was a mistake?” you asked hoarsely, surprising yourself with how you said it, so you brought a hand to your forehead to pretend your state was due to something more. He shrugged, smiling with the same carefree expression as always while fiddling with the hem of his jacket. “Well, let’s just say I wanted to spend some time with you too. Is that wrong?”

It took a few seconds for your mind to process his words. Something in his tone, in his smile, made you feel a pang of unease, but the pain in your muscles clouded any attempt at analysis. — "Jake, I'm not in the mood for jokes. I feel horrible, I feel like I'm overwhelmed." He let out a small laugh and stood up from the chair with an almost rehearsed movement. — "You know what would help you? Going out for some fresh air. A short walk. I swear it feels like magic for your overwhelm."

You leaned against the doorway to the kitchen, eyes narrowed. “I don’t even have the strength to go down the stairs, much less go outside.” Jake approached with slow, almost calculated steps. He placed a hand on your shoulder, and although the gesture seemed friendly, there was something in his gaze that you couldn’t decipher. “Trust me, okay? Just a few minutes outside, and I promise that when you come back you’ll feel better. Besides, I can prepare something in the meantime.”

The convincing tone in his voice, mixed with your exhaustion, made you let your guard down a bit. Maybe you did need some fresh air, or at least a few minutes away from the world you had created in your room. With a heavy sigh and no energy left to argue, you accepted his proposal. Jake helped you put on a light jacket, making sure to arrange it carefully on your shoulders.

— "Just a few minutes," you promised, as you slipped on your shoes, swaying slightly. He held your arm with unexpected gentleness, smiling a smile that seemed sincere. — "Exactly, don't strain yourself too much. I'll be here waiting when you get back." You saw him open the door with an almost theatrical gesture, bowing slightly as if you were a queen crossing a threshold. Despite the pain in and out your body, you let out a soft laugh. Jake stood in the doorway, watching you disappear down the street with a relaxed expression... until you were far enough away.

He closed the door with a soft click, and all the kindness on his face vanished. His eyes took on a calculating gleam, and his lips curved into a half-smile. Wasting no time, he ran for the stairs, taking them two steps at a time until he reached your room. When he opened the door, he was met with the chaos you’d expect after fucking. The bed was unmade, with the sheets hanging almost to the floor, as if someone had fought a battle, only instead of blood it was other fluids. A nightstand was cluttered with napkins, string, and candy wrappers. The desk on the other side was just as chaotic: a crumpled pile of papers, a carelessly closed laptop, and a couple of uncapped pens rolling off the edge.

On the shelf, between books and small stuffed animals, there were albums and boxes that looked like they had been put up in a hurry. Some posters of your favorite singers adorned the walls, slightly crooked, as if they had been put up a long time ago and no one had bothered to adjust them. On the floor, clothes lay in piles; some items still looked clean, but others clearly needed to be torn off in a hurry. Oh freaky you.

Jake moved quickly, checking every corner. He started with the desk, picking up papers and moving the laptop carefully. Nothing. He frowned and moved to the nightstand, opening drawers and rummaging impatiently. Nope, also nothing. Finally, his eyes landed on the bed. “Sure, the usual one,” he muttered to himself, pulling back the sheets and searching through the folds. It took him a few minutes, but he finally found what he was looking for: the black notebook. The Sex Note. He held it in his hands, looking at it like it was a newly won trophy. His fingers slid across the cover, caressing the letters etched into it.

— “So here it was…” — he sighed, letting a grim smile cross his face. His eyes shone with a mix of triumph and darkness. The kind expression he had shown you before vanished completely, replaced by something much more sinister. He opened the notebook slowly, flipping through the first few pages as a barely contained laugh escaped his throat. His mind was already beginning to make plans, he coul keep the notebook permanently- IS THAT THE NAME OF HIS FAVOURITE SINGER? — "Damn, Heeseung? I guess you really wanted your 'y/n' moment," he whispered to himself, closing the notebook with a thud and staring at the door, as if he could see you there, vulnerable and defenseless. He knew that tonight would be the start of something much bigger... probably.

You returned home after a long walk, feeling much better. The fresh air had cleared your mind and soothed your headache, though you still felt slightly dizzy. As you opened the door, the warm aroma of food enveloped you like a comforting welcome. Jake was in the kitchen, stirring something in a pan. Hearing you enter, he looked up and gave you a smile that seemed too perfect, almost as if he had been rehearsing it. — "You’re just in time. I thought some hot food would do you good.” You blinked, surprised by the gesture. “You cooking? Since when are you so considerate?”

He chuckled softly, serving the contents of the pan onto two plates. “Don’t get used to it. I’m just being a good friend.” You sat down at the table as he placed a plate of rice and stir-fried chicken in front of you, accompanied by hot tea. Even though you didn’t have much of an appetite, you decided to eat, silently thanking him for the effort he had made.

Silence filled the room, interrupted only by the sound of silverware and the news on the television. A female voice said in a serious tone, “Singer Lee Heeseung, known for his outstanding career, has reported feeling unwell over the past few days. Close sources say the artist also mentioned experiencing a strange episode of memory loss, stating, “It’s like I forgot an entire day.”

Your fingers paused on your fork, and you felt a strange pang of nervousness in your chest. You looked at the screen, but it didn’t show any more details. The news quickly changed to another topic, but you couldn’t get that information out of your head. Jake, on the other hand, continued eating calmly. Well, at least until you heard him laugh. It was a low, almost restrained sound, as if he was trying not to let it out completely. You looked up at him, frowning. “What are you laughing at?” you asked, puzzled.

He lowered his fork, still covering his mouth as if to hold back his laughter, though he couldn't quite hide the malice in his expression. — "Nothing, nothing..." —he answered at first, but his tone only made you feel more uneasy. You set the fork down on the table with a soft thud, looking directly at him. Finally, he looked up at you, and though his smile was still on his face, his eyes had a gleam that you couldn't interpret.

— "You'll understand in a few hours." His answer left you silent. A feeling of unease ran through you like a chill, but Jake simply resumed his food, as if he hadn't just said something that left you with more questions than answers.

The awkwardness lingered as they finished eating in silence. Jake, acting surprisingly helpful, stood up first and began clearing away the plates. “Leave it, I’ll wash them,” he said with a carefree smile, taking everything over to the sink. You hesitated for a moment, but eventually relented. “Okay, thanks…” you mumbled, still distracted by what had just happened at the table.

Taking advantage of the fact that he was busy, you decided to quickly go up to your room. Your head was still reeling from the feeling that something wasn't right. When you opened the door, a shock ran through you from head to toe: the mess was even worse than when you had left it. Clothes that had previously been piled up in a corner were now thrown all over the floor; the papers on your desk were more jumbled than ever, some had even fallen to the floor; and the sheets on your bed were wrinkled in a way you didn't remember leaving them.

Someone had been there.

Your heart began to pound as your eyes darted around the room. That’s when you remembered: the notebook. You ran to the bed, frantically searching through the sheets and pillows. Then you moved to the desk, throwing papers to the floor in search of the one item that couldn’t be missing. Panic grew with every corner you searched without success. When you stopped, out of breath, your gaze drifted to the wall next to your desk. There, stuck in a disturbing order, were two post-its. You frowned as you moved closer to read them.

The first one said in large, clear letters:

"You're fucked."

The second, just below, added:

"Literally."

You froze for a moment. Those had Jay’s signature on them. No like, he had literally put his signature in the corner of the 2nd note. You shook your head, trying to calm yourself, and reached out to rip the post-its off the wall, but a sound behind you stopped you. “Did you find what you were looking for?” Jake’s voice, soft and controlled, echoed from the doorway. You turned immediately, feeling the air grow thicker. Jake was there, leaning against the door frame with an expression that was a mix of amusement and something darker. In his hands, he held the black notebook.

Your heart skipped a beat. “Is this what you were so worried about?” he asked calmly, lifting the notebook just a little for emphasis. His smile was unsettling, almost mocking, and his eyes seemed to watch you with an intensity that made you feel naked. You didn’t know what to answer. You just stood there, paralyzed, as Jake slowly entered the room, closing the door behind him.

Jake tossed the notebook towards you in a casual motion, as if it were any ordinary notebook. The black object landed on the mattress right in front of you, and though you wanted to remain calm, your hands shook slightly as you reached for it. “Read it,” he ordered, his tone firm, but with a hint of mischievous amusement. You frowned, your gaze alternating between him and the notebook. Reluctantly, you opened it, your eyes scanning the words written in impeccably neat handwriting:

"Exactly at 21:28, (____) will be in her room, nervous about hearing news about heeseung, and then start feeling inexplicably hot".

You paused, feeling your face begin to heat up. You forced yourself to look at Jake, who now had a grin so wide that his eyes seemed to sparkle with pure mischief.

— "What does this mean?" you asked, your voice coming out more breathy than you would have liked. Jake shrugged, taking a couple of steps towards you as he shoved his hands into his pockets. — "It means exactly what you read," he replied matter-of-factly. "You just have to wait, right?" His tone was light, but there was something in his expression that made you feel like you were being part of a game whose true terms you didn't know.

Just like how it was described, your body temperature began to rise, especially in the middle of your thighs. You tried to cover it up by sitting up on the bed, but your best friend sat down next to you. He leaned in just slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. You could feel the weight of his gaze, as if he was stripping away every thought you were trying to hide. “Are you going to keep pretending you don’t know what’s going on?” he murmured, his voice deep and almost hypnotic. The distance between you both seemed to shrink with every word, and even though you wanted to move, something kept you anchored in place.

“W-what are you doing?” you asked in a whisper, air escaping your lips as your eyes locked with his. “Using the notebook I found, what else?” he replied with an eerie calm, his words accompanied by a smile that seemed to hold more secrets than you were prepared to hear. His hand slid gently down your cheek, and though you wanted to pull away, you found yourself unable to move, trapped by the intensity of his gaze. Your breathing became ragged, and before you could even process what you were doing, your fingers closed around his, guiding him in a movement that lit a dangerous spark in his eyes.

The change in his expression was almost imperceptible, but when his lips found yours, they did so with a softness that took you by surprise. The kiss was slow, almost reverent, but every movement of his mouth against yours carried an unspoken promise, one that you felt in every fiber of your being.

A soft sigh escaped you as his hands found your waist, laying you down with a gentleness that contrasted with the intensity you felt growing in the air. When his lips left yours, a momentary chill took over you, but it was replaced by the heat of his kisses descending down your neck, each one leaving an invisible mark that seemed to burn into your skin. The brush of his face against the fabric of your shirt made your breathing stop for an instant. Everything about him seemed calculated, but also inevitable, as if each of his movements were written in advance... oh right, he wrote them.

Even though his kisses felt like heaven and you loved feeling like a delicate doll, there was a part of you that was calling out to him, that was crying out for him. You leaned on his shoulders and applied a little pressure to get him to move down, eliciting a playful giggle from him, granting your request. He kissed the band of your panties before pulling them back with his mouth, a gesture that made you giggle softly and then caress his cheek, a laugh that turned into a breathy sigh when his tongue came into contact with your clit. You threw your head back as his head moved closer to your core, kissing and sucking on everything he could.

You felt his gaze even though you couldn't keep your eyes open for long. Jake felt this as approval to stick two of his fingers inside you while he sucked on your clit, making you scream even louder than you already were. Your sounds and movements only made Jake smile more, who couldn't hide it, nor could he hide the sighs of satisfaction he let out every time he swallowed a bit of your essence, which made him look like a prisoner enjoying his last meal.

It didn't take you long to reach your climax with all the effort your friend was putting into it, and boy was it a powerful orgasm, because you tried to push him away complaining that "it was too much", but he buried himself further into your cunt until you couldn't take it anymore and you released, wetting his face and almost drowning him a bit in the process, despite him insisting that he didn't want to pull away.

You sigh deeply, your breathing still ragged from the intense orgasm you just had. You gently caress Jake’s cheeks, looking into his eyes with a mix of satisfaction and desire. “That didn’t seem scripted,” you whisper with a mischievous smile on your lips. Pulling him close, you kiss him passionately, savoring your own taste in his mouth. Jake kisses you back with the same intensity, pulling you closer to his body, making your tongues dance together as if they already knew each other.

His hands begin to explore your body eagerly, caressing every curve and corner. He stops especially at your ass, squeezing and massaging your buttocks with desire, he gently pinches your skin feeling the silky texture of your flesh. "You are fucking delicious" — Jake says as he breaks away from the kiss, a mischievous smile on his lips, — "I love your ass, it's perfect," he growls in a hoarse voice of desire. "I want to see it closer" — he sighs as his hands guide your body until you are forced to get on all fours for him, exposing your ass in all its splendor. "You are a goddess, (___), I could admire this ass forever" - Jake murmurs, giving you a soft spank that echoes in the room.

You smirk as you move back a little to rub your ass against his clothed erection, biting your lip when you hear his ragged breathing as his hands caress your waist. Jake wastes no time in freeing himself from his imprisonment called “clothes”, throwing his top away and kicking the pants and boxers off somewhere in the mess of your room.

He gives his member a few pumps before sliding it between your wet lips. “Are you afraid to put it in?” you say in a mocking tone accompanied by a giggle that is soon cut off by a thrust. God, you felt every vein on his member at the same time as the sponginess of his tip. Nothing but needy moans and the occasional babble that you didn’t even understand came out of your mouth.

"What happened?" — Jake asked, although more than a question it was a mockery, — "come on, mock me again" he almost spat as he gave slow but deep thrusts. "Is that what you want Jakey? For me to m-mock you?" — You laughed softly, answering him with what little of your mind you had left just to tease him. You began to move your hips a little to feel more friction, which was a serious mistake since it made Jake hit the exact angle that made you scream and left your legs shaking. "There? You like it there? Shit, you're squeezing me so good, you're doing it so well" — he pants as he tries to keep the rhythm that allows him to hit your spot. What a gentleman.

You tried to tell him you were close but all you could do was mumble 'i'm's, though Jake understood, lowering one of his hands from your hip to your clit where he drew slow circles on it, a complete contrast to the thrusts he was giving you. It wasn't long before you were soaking his member with your release.

It wasn't long before your friend followed suit and spilled inside you, giving a few extra thrusts to make sure he had emptied himself.

You both stayed in that position, trying to control your breathing to calm down a bit.

The silence was broken when Jake sighed — "So, round 2?"

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ceilidho · 1 year ago

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prompt: forced throuple au; Ghost decides that you and Johnny are his (part 5; ghoap x reader) masterlist

Give him blood and he’ll give you something new to chew on.

Except that isn’t the way it goes. Not this time at least.

He tries to talk Ghost out of it, but it falls on deaf ears. Blatantly ignored. The car barrels down the motorway under the cloak of night, a swell of stars overhead as the city falls farther behind. Radio shut off. Johnny thinks if Ghost had his way, the radio would’ve been pulled out entirely, just wires and an empty, black cavity in the dashboard, but it’s a rental.

And no one wants to deal with the paperwork involved in damaging military property. Not even Ghost.

Ghost won’t so much as glance over at him. Unaffected as ever, as if they didn’t just fuck. Johnny’s stomach hurts when he thinks about it. Even without her knowing, he’s broken his girl’s trust. Not for the first time; maybe not even the last. His guilt echoes not only that he let Ghost make him come, but that he liked it—that the buzz in his bones says do it again, please god, again, please let me come, I need to come, touch me, please—

He thinks about his girl, then turns to Ghost again.

In the pit of his stomach, Johnny knows this is wrong. In his rational mind, he knows it. If he were in a better place, he wants to think that he’d make a real attempt to change Ghost’s mind, maybe get him to turn around at the next gas station, but he can’t deny the excitement bubbling in his belly at the prospect of seeing his girl again after a week of nothing.

The silence has been eating away at him. Bits of his brain flaking away, moth-eaten. Checking his phone again and again to no new messages, getting the same voicemail message whenever he calls. Something flutters high in his chest, an itch he can’t scratch; it tells him to take off in the middle of the night, drive all the way back home and pound on her door until she’s forced to answer it, forced to talk to him face to face.

Again and again, he tries looking at it from her perspective—tries to empathize with her. What he would’ve done in her shoes had she allowed a coworker to grab his dick in front of a crowd of strangers. It’s more than fair, he thinks. His own shame leaks out of his pores in the middle of the night, sleeping on top of the covers because he sweats right through the sheets.

And yet, he keeps butting up against his own anger. Talk it out with me, yell at me, he growls into her voicemail, anger growing as the days pass one by one.

It’s the road that alerts him to their arrival into the city more than anything. More cracks in the asphalt, the car rattling over sewer depressions and potholes in a way that says home sweet home. Usually it’s a source of comfort, like seeing the silver lining on grey clouds or the iridescence in an oil spill, purples and greens catching the light. Not now. Now the road winds like descending into the underworld, each turn coming with a sinking feeling.

They park down the road from the flower shop, tucked just out of sight. A cool breeze wafts over his hot face when he steps out of the car. It nearly rocks him back. When he glances up, his heart stutters at the sight of her bedroom window, sealed tight now. Only cracked open during their sleepovers, when Johnny runs a bit too hot at night for them to sleep comfortably with the window closed.

“Should I…do ye want me to give her a call to wake her up?” Johnny asks tentatively, shutting the car door softly so as not to make a noise.

Ghost shakes his head. “We’ll let ourselves in.”

Johnny’s picked hundreds of locks in his time; he’s jimmied open doors with crowbars, set up explosive charges, used a good old fashioned ram from time to time—no stranger to the trade—but it feels decidedly uncomfortable with Ghost at his back, staring down at him as he breaks into his own girlfriend’s apartment.

“This is a bad idea,” he grumbles, turning the pick in the lock until he hears a familiar click inside.

Ghost doesn’t answer, just raps his knuckles against the back of Johnny’s head. A silent get a move on.

Her apartment looks the same but different when they enter it. His muscles remember the layout though. The pink couch in the living room with two dimpled pillows on either side, the footstool by the door, the stand with her shoes all piled in neat little rows, the vase on her kitchen island with a fresh new bundle of flowers, fragrant when he dips his head to take a whiff. He’s loved flowers ever since meeting his girl.

Ghost doesn’t try to muffle his footsteps for once. He rummages through her cabinets and drawers with all the finesse of a first time burglar looking to get caught. It smacks of intentionality. Johnny’s worked with him too many times in the field to know that if Ghost wanted to disappear into the darkness, he would. He’d be the thing creeping silently through the shadows, tread lighter than air, close enough to touch but never see.

So it’s more than deliberate when he noisily shuts a drawer. Baiting her out.

It’s no surprise when Johnny hears her creep around the corner from out of her bedroom. He’s tucked in the shadows of the living room, just out of the light, so he sees her first when she comes silently down the hall, whole body trembling with fear, the bat she keeps beside her bed drawn over a shoulder. Even her hands shake around the grip.

Of course she yelps when Johnny says her name, stepping out of the shadows, swinging wild. He winces when the bat smashes into a lamp, shattering it on impact.

“Fuck!” she screams, scurrying backwards into the wall behind her. Several framed pictures rattle against the wall, nearly knocked off their hooks.

“Noisy, isn’t she?” Ghost grumbles from the kitchen, tossing a bored glance over, unbothered by the commotion. He undoubtedly heard her creeping down the hall as well.

“What the fuck?” she gasps, chest heaving when she breathes. Her eyes dart from Johnny to Ghost’s massive form in the other room. Poor nervous thing. She must recognize Johnny’s voice saying her name even through the panic because her lips droop in a frown, more confused than petrified.

“Hen, it’s jus’ us—nothing to worry about,” Johnny coos, hands stretched out in front of him to show he means no harm.

It gets her to lower the bat, but only just, the slightest dip that has him darting forward to pry it gently from her hands. The ceramic shards on the floor will have to be swept up later, but he’s relieved that at least she didn’t step on any of them.

Up close, she’s just as pretty as he remembers. Pretty as pie. How could she not be? In the glow of youth still, not like it's been a decade since they last spoke face to face—only a little over a week. A sight for sore eyes, even though Johnny’s narrow when he stares down at her and thinks about the week of his texts and calls going unanswered. His jaw undulates, rage held back by the thin thread of her scent that wafts under his nose, making him lean into her.

Breathe in and out.

“Us?” she repeats, brow furrowing.

She glances over at Ghost again, the man still ambling around the kitchen, at home in her little one bedroom apartment like he visits her frequently. Like it’s his as well.

“Aye…Ghost wanted to come—Simon wanted to apologize…for the other day,” Johnny explains.

“You broke into my apartment in the middle of the night…so Simon could apologize for sexually harassing me?” she says, the disbelief smacking in her words.

“Hen, it's no' nice to say it like that—”

“No time like the present,” Ghost says, not ashamed in the slightest. “Heard you weren’t taking Johnny’s calls. Might not’ve had to do this if you’d picked up.”

Johnny doesn’t believe a word of that, but there’s no reason to call him out on it now.

He can see her wrestle with a trifecta of emotions competing for first place. Anger, embarrassment, and then, a smidge of worry holding up the rear. Aware of the fact that she woke up to two grown men, one practically a stranger, breaking into her apartment under the guise of having a conversation. His heart aches at the thought. The lion’s share of the blame rests with him, but still it’s her that suffers for it.

“You…you shouldn’t be here,” she rasps, flinching when Johnny lays a hand on her waist, towering over where she’s still cowered against the wall. Bat gone now, defenceless. Her pupils narrow to a pinprick. He almost tuts, poor thing. Scared out of her wits.

It feels so good to touch her though. Soft and yielding.

“‘Was Simon’s idea, hen, but, ah—” his breathing picks up when his fingers tighten on her waist and she squirms “—I was goin’ crazy thinkin’ ye were pissed for what happened last week. Couldnae get a wink of sleep—kept closin’ my eyes and seein’ your face. Nearly broke me.”

“I am pissed at you,” she snaps, temper getting the better of her.

“I ken, I ken,” Johnny coos, ducking his head until his lips graze her temple. “Simon’s sorry—we came all the way here so he could tell ye to your face, but fuck, hen, I’m sorry too—shoulda said something instead of standin’ there like a fuckin’ dolt—”

“You should’ve,” she interrupts, still fuming mad, an iceberg melting right in front of them. It makes his cock pulse.

“—Aye, hen, I’ve no excuse, none at all. Shoulda told Simon to fuck off and keep his hands to himself—”

“Careful, Johnny,” Ghost says warningly, finally stepping into the living room. He fills out the archway imposingly, almost forced to twist his body on an angle to step in.

Her eyes cut over to Ghost, narrowing, lips pursing. Johnny’s heart jumps in his chest. It’s one thing to see his girl again in the flesh, but to see her all righteous and on the verge of an argument—he could bend her over the back of the couch now, sink into the plush, delicate folds of her pussy, reacquaint himself with deep, languid thrusts. Heaven after not getting his cock wet in a week.

He flinches when he thinks about the last person to touch his dick.

“So you’re sorry?” she says to Ghost, her disbelief clear. Difficult to see why she wouldn’t find it hard to believe that the man that shamelessly grabbed her ass in broad daylight in front of a group of his colleagues and her boyfriend would now choose to apologize.

Johnny knows the answer is no when he sees the way Ghost’s eyes rove over her body, taking stock of her little cotton pajamas and her bare feet curling against the cold floor. Ghost tilts his head to the side, eyes travelling back up to meet hers. “Sure I am, bird. Don’t I look sorry?”

Neither of them answer that. Arguing with Ghost feels different, like inviting in danger. Moving too suddenly in front of a hungry dog, jowls loose and salivating for a bite.

He takes a step closer. “Complete pillock, wasn’t I? And now Johnny’s getting the silent treatment ‘cause of it. Just couldn’t bear another second of him moping around base on the verge of tears.”

Johnny frowns at that. His girl frowns too, but there’s something more to it. He wouldn’t blame her for not accepting Simon’s apology, if he could even call it that—nothing about it rings sincere, more like words spoken softly to call a kitty over—but questioning it feels worse somehow. Like detonating a bomb at two thousand feet above ground.

“…Okay,” she says instead, voice trembling a little. “Apology accepted. You guys can go home now.”

“Bird’s forgiving, huh, Johnny?”

Johnny preens despite himself. “Aye. She’s a good girl, Lt. Told ye so.”

Ghost nods. “That’s right. A good girl who’s gonna let us make it up to her ‘til we have to report back in forty-eight hours.”

“Wait, you can’t—” she starts, then cuts herself off when Ghost’s eyes flash.

He can’t help the way he shudders at the helpless look on her face. Downturned eyebrows, pretty lips slack with disbelief, just the slightest hint of a whine building in her throat that dies when it dawns on her that nothing short of calling the cops will make the two of them leave.

And she’s a good girl—would never call the cops on him. His perfect girl. Sweet as pie.

Johnny falls in love a little bit more when she presses her squeezed fists against her eyes and exhales. “Fine. I’m too—I’m going back to bed. We can talk about this in the morning.”

Ghost doesn’t react to her acceptance. It’s taken as a simple fact of nature—he says something and it happens. He speaks the world into being.

“I’ll take the couch,” he grunts, finally sitting down to unlace his boots. He looks comically large on her little couch—it’s more than likely that his feet will hang off the end, if not everything from the knee down.

Johnny already figured as much. No point in them driving all the way back to base when they both have the next two days off duty and there’s a perfectly serviceable couch for Ghost and the other half of her bed for him. He thought they’d have to convince her a bit more or strong arm her into it (a putrid thought; he’d rather have sweet talked her into the idea), but his girl always manages to surprise him in the best way.

On that thought, he looks over his shoulder towards the bedroom door, cock throbbing again at the thought of getting to hold his girl’s body against his. Touch starved dog. Mangy mutt, tongue lolling out at even the possibility of a pet.

Ghost must notice the object of his gaze because he sets him straight. “You can take the floor, Johnny.”

His tone brooks no argument. When Johnny whirls around, the words already on his tongue, she’s my girl, I’ve already slept in that bed ten times over, the sight of Ghost’s bare face, the mask now off, dangling in his hand like some scrap of fabric, makes him lose his train of thought. It’s not often he’s granted the luxury of seeing Ghost’s face—wide, clean shaven jaw, buzzed blond hair, old burn marks like a half-moon around his eye, nasty old scar slicing through his lips—and to see it now, here, makes something in him give.

Saturnine man with a wolf’s appetite. Ravenous.

It burns him that his girl looks slightly relieved at having the bed to herself. Irks him. Makes his jaw clench on a mean remark, half tempted to spit out something cross. Just because things have gotten complicated, now he’s not welcome in her bed? After the week he’s spent toiling, trying to make amends? Pleading desperately over the phone, stewing in guilt and heartache—Johnny knows she’s a good girl, but if he finds out that she’s replaced him with someone else in the week since they last saw each other—

Even the thought makes him see red.

He watches her as she turns around to retreat back to bed, more than a little displeased.

“Give Johnny a little kiss before bed, why don’t you, bird?” Ghost lightly suggests. Not a suggestion.

She freezes mid-turn. His expression dares her to put up a fuss. Johnny again nearly clucks his tongue, troubled on her behalf. Her spitfire nature is snuffed out easily under that stare. Grown men with experience in the field wither under Ghost’s stare. It’s no weakness of hers that she acquiesces time and again to his demands, glancing up at Johnny from under her eyelashes before shuffling over, pressing the lightest of kisses to his cheek.

“Better than that,” Ghost grunts, unimpressed.

His poor darling. Humiliated now. No skin off his back though. Johnny’s heart pumps double time when she presses her lips to his; soft petals that spread when he slips his tongue into her mouth, too eager after a week of nothing. Touch starved. Desperate to sink into her, lap his tongue over her lips and the roof of her mouth and press her jaw open to spit messily in her mouth. Take it, hen, every piece of me.

She rips her lips from his and dances away when he tries to get his hands on her, eyes wide, casting one last glance over at Ghost before hightailing it back to her room.

He barely resists going after her. Only Ghost’s stare roots him in place; his voice in Johnny’s head that rumbles, heel. I’ll tell you when to go.

He still doesn’t know what it says about him that he angles himself towards it. Bows his head to it. Moth to a flame that shocks him to the bone when he touches it.

Ghost tosses him the second pillow from the other end of the couch and takes the only blanket for himself. No matter. Johnny’s bivouacked on snowy cliff sides, chilblains blistering his toes for weeks; nights spent camped in torrential downpours, his tent on the verge of collapsing; windswept baysides chilling him to the bone. He can handle a pillow on a hardwood floor.

The ebb and flux of an ocean in his ear, and then Ghost’s voice from the couch: “I’ll take first watch.”

Whole body falling loose as if snipping a cord tethering him to the world.

“I’ll clean up the lamp in the morning,” he mumbles, vision already blurring. Ghost hums low in his throat.

He falls asleep with Ghost’s voice in his head, his girl’s taste still in his mouth.

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vampzity · 5 months ago

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neglectful | FL

“It always goes like this, could’ve predicted it. I’m so naive to think you loved me for me.” — goddess, laufey

pairing: bf! felix x reader

after a rough disagreement with your boyfriend, you can’t help but feel like a terrible parter to him. he does his best to go out his way to show you you’re more than enough but unbeknownst to him, it was already too late.

[warnings]: slight arguing? self-consciousness. this is far from fluff i fear…! angst only hehe

word count: 1.5k

“You just don’t seem to care! All you’ve been doing is pushing me aside and I’m tired.”

You stormed out of the house, completely forgetting the lunch that Felix had packed for you. You’ve had enough of the excuses, of the silence whenever you were right, the “ifs ands and buts.” Felix stood there in disbelief, your plate of breakfast still in his hand as he hoped you would just come back through the door.

Except you wouldn’t, not this time.

There was going to be no more, “letting him off the hook.” Every time you argued, you’d let him have the last word— you’d forgive him so easily and let it go as if it wouldn’t continue again in the future. You were exhausted and you just wanted him to listen.

Felix wasn’t always this way, oh no. He was a completely different person back then, but it just left you with the many wonders of what had changed. When did he become so cold, so distant and why? For some odd reason he didn’t want to talk about his feelings toward you and that bothered you. Relationships should be all about being open with each other, communicating.. he was doing the exact opposite.

The cycle was the same, he’s cold, he’s distant, you comment about it, he brushes it off as nothing and then you argue. With him moving on like it was nothing hours later. It hurt you to see someone who you still cherish so deeply, switch a flip on you unexpectedly.

Felix placed your plate on the table, staring with a blank expression. There wasn’t a single day that you’d go without eating breakfast, especially not before work. It shouldn’t have. bothered him, but it left a heavy weight on his shoulders that he didn’t like. He sat at the table, pushing the food on his own plate around with a fork as his mind raced.

Was he really as neglectful as you made it out to be?

He glanced over to your plate across the table, full and missing your presence. An empty feeling washed over him— it was odd to be eating breakfast without you, as it was something you two have done every morning for the last 2 years. For once, there were left overs. Your untouched leftovers.

A frown painted his face as he got up to clear the table. He searched through the cabinets for a container to save your food in, but to his surprise there was none. How far in the gutter was his mind? Did you ever mention anything about needing more containers before?

Felix glanced around the kitchen, his eyes catching a small list against the fridge. He walked over to it and pulled it down, scanning it for a moment. Milk, eggs, cereal, and there it was.

Storage containers.

“A grocery list, for me?” He tilted his head in confusion, his eyes catching the date of the note.

1/03/25.

That was nearly a whole week and a half ago. A sighed escaped him as he imagined the many times you had told him to bring back groceries on his way home, or simply go and get them on his days off.

It all made sense now— why you came home furiously carrying multiple bags of groceries the other day. Why you gave him the cold shoulder whenever he cooked for you. He was neglecting you without noticing and didn’t even bother to see the signs you threw his way. Felix’s heart sank at the realization, feeling horrible for the way he let you feel. He loved you, he always did, however it was clear you felt that he didn’t anymore. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel less than enough.

How could he make it up to you?

— ✧⁂✬ —

You pulled into the driveway of your shared home, groaning as you turned off the car. You sat in your seat for a minute, contemplating if you even wanted to walk inside— it’s not like you’d be greeted with any warm welcome. A useless argument seemed more likely to occur the that at this point, and you weren’t exactly looking forward to it.

You got out of your car, locking it as you walked over to the door. You fumbled with the keys for a moment before the door swung open in front of you. Startled you jumped back, being greeted with a guilty look from Felix. You looked at him for a second, before brushing past him to take off your coat and shoes.

“Can we talk?”

Felix closed the door, trailing behind you as you switched into your house slippers. You ignored him, walking over to the kitchen to spot a small plate of brownies on the table. You raised your eyebrow, giving him a quick glance only to be met with a half smile. Sending the cold shoulder his way, you grabbed a drink out of the fridge and walked toward the stairs.

It’s been months since he’s made you anything, let alone brownies. Though to make brownies all of a sudden, especially knowing you were upset with him? It was unusual.

“Hey,” he grabbed your hand, tugging on it slightly. You turned your head to look at him, sighing as you pulled your hand out from his grasp.

“Please talk to me, I’m sorry.” he mumbled, searching for even the slightest bit of light in your eyes.

“Talk about what, Felix? I’ve said more than enough to you yet time and time again you don’t care. Why waste my breath?”

He gave you a small frown, accepting the harsh truth that you had every right to be upset with him. All he wanted to do was fix things and make you happy— was it too late for that?

“I’m just, I feel horrible. I spent so much time in my work, I neglected you and.. that’s not right.”

He looked away from your cold gaze, picking at his chipped nail polish. You sighed heavily, turning away from him and walking back up the steps to your shared bedroom. You dug through the closet and pulled out a suitcase, soon fumbling through the closet and drawers for clothes. Felix watched from the doorway, eyebrows furrowed.

“What are you doing?”

You ignored him once again, walking into the bathroom to grab things and soon placing them in the stuffed luggage. You closed the suitcase, pulling it off the bed. Felix walked into the room, grabbing the suitcase from your hands and pulling it to him.

“Hey, give me that back!” You tugged at the handle that he held a firm grip on. “I’m serious Felix, I’m done here.”

“So you’re just going to leave like that? After everything? Where are you even going to go?”

His questions felt like knives, turning and twisting inside of you. Still, you ignored them, yanking the suitcase from his hold and walking down the steps. You changed back into your sneakers, Felix standing a good distance away from you. You glanced over to him, watching as tears escaped his eyes.

“I don’t know what you want me to say to you. Brownies doesn’t fix anything, especially this and you know that.” You put on your jacket, pulling the car keys out from the pocket.

“I’ve fought, I’ve communicated, I even thrown hints at you and still you pushed them aside as nothing. Can’t you see it Felix? I loved you more than I loved myself, more than you even loved me.”

Felix stood there still, his face covered in tears as he wiped them away. He couldn’t respond to you, he wouldn’t. There was nothing for him to say when you were right. He had to bring himself to see the harsh reality of it all— he hurt you, put you last, every feeling you had at this moment was valid.

He wasn’t always cold, he was never the cold mean guy toward you, and the tears may have proven it, but a part of you couldn’t bear with it anymore. He showed you his true colors without a warning. He was more passionate about his work than he was of your relationship, and it tore you apart.

“Felix..” your voice broke, tears rolling down your face as you walked up to him.

You held his hands in your own, bringing them up to your face before you placed a soft kiss against them. You gave him a small frown as you wiped the tears from his eyes.

“I love you, but I deserve better. I’m sorry.”

His heart shattered at your words. He subconsciously pulled you into a hug, squeezing you softly as if he didn’t want to let go. You ran your fingers through his hair, kissing his head gently before pulling yourself away from his hug.

“Please don’t go, I can do better. I promise.” His doe eyes met your own, making you look away.

You walked back to your suitcase, holding it tightly as you made your way to the door. You stopped suddenly, taking in a deep breath before looking back at his fragile gaze. It hurt you to see him like this, but that was only part of the extent that he ever made you feel. He may not ever know how you truly felt.

“You’re too late.”

You shut the door behind you, tears streaming down your cheeks as you made your way to the car. The worst part was over— at least for you, unlucky for Felix, it was just beginning.

uh, i’m sorry for this LMAO. part 2 maybe?

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wandering-pirate · 6 months ago

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Mouthwashing Characters Headcanons

The Crew's Love Language ft. You

Captain Curly

Words of Affirmation

The captain is well-known for having his vocabulary overflowing with encouraging and uplifting words, a stellar reputation for giving good pep talks

Deep inside, he always loved hearing words of praise from the people he cared about the most. He always valued the affirmations from them, a foolproof method to make him smile and feel loved

For him, words are like fire, and people can either use them to warm someone up or burn a whole damn city

He never raises his voice at you when it comes to negative emotions, never when he's angry, frustrated, or panicked

He, however, is so enthusiastic when congratulating you or when he's excited about the topic you're both talking about

Your heart (and belly) can't help but feel very warm with the way he uses his words with his deep tone. If a kid asked you how a space superhero would sound, you'd bring Curly forward

With his effort to stay optimistic, you always make sure to tell him an encouraging word or sweet strands of praise whenever you see him and after he does something

"Captain, remember to stay hydrated, you're doing great, sir."

"You always know how to put the crew at ease, Cap. Appreciate it"

"You're so reliable, gosh, thank you!"

Every praise and affirmation you throw his way makes him blush and stutter, a polar opposite to his status

You make it a duty to compliment him sincerely. The hunk of a man ends up having a red face every time he receives your sweet words to the point that the crew teases him for it

"Cap, what's red and stutters?"

"I swear, Jimm--"

"Oh, oh! I know!"

"Come on, Daisuke, not you to--"

"You, after talkin' to Y/N."

The captain, co-pilot, and intern stared at Swansea’s retreating back after he butted into a conversation that the mechanic would find ridiculous even being a part of

You also made sure to never—I MEAN NEVER—use words against him, especially with secrets or information that he exclusively told you about (probably the reason why you and Jimmy ended the Captain's birthday party with knives at each other's throats)

Mechanic Swansea

Acts of Service

The old man was raised in a household where serving your family is the ultimate display of love

His father scoffed after reaching the last part of young Swansea's greeting in the Christmas card he gave him:

"I love you? Boy, you can't even make a decent cut on that firewood from a while ago"

"I love you's" are just empty words for him. When you really want to reach into his head and hammer some sense on how you feel about him, you gotta show it

However, unlike his father, he doesn't need a grand display of actions to know and notice. He actually prefers the little things you do:

Remembering his coffee preference and making it every morning

Giving him a massage in the area his hands seem to knead frequently

Putting his socks on before work

Giving him a pedicure (after leveraging that he'd eat you in bed for the whole night)

He also holds himself up to the same standard, always doing chores around the house whenever you're busy:

No stocks of pads and tampons? He'll make sure he gets the right brand you always get

Your favorite furniture that you inherited needs varnishin'? He's on it.

Your daughter's birthday is coming up, but you're too ill to make the cake? He ain't a baker, but he'd be damned if he won't at least try

"Daddd, is this... is this meat... on my birthday cake?"

"S'called 'cake of love' for a reason, darlin'. You don't question its ingredients. It's made of love"

What makes your heart flutter is not having to tell him all the things that need to be done. He knows what's lacking and what you need

When there are times you have to vocalize your concerns, he'll simply nod, and after a moment, it's done

Co-pilot Jimmy

Physical Touch

*Sighs* Need I say more?

Jimmy is the type who’s not comfortable with PDA, but he can't seem to keep his hands off of you when he feels threatened, (especially when Curly is having a casual conversation with you)

You can't blame the guy; he doesn't even understand how you fell for him somehow, but he's not complaining, and he most definitely will not let you go (possessive boi is a touchy boi)

His touches are not always sensual, and it actually surprises you how gentle he is when holding you

Whenever you're busy, he'd pass by to squeeze your waist or brush a touch on your lower back

When you're both around each other but are doing different tasks, he'd make sure to have a part of you touching him:

A hand on the thigh

A leg over your thighs

His head on your chest or shoulder or thighs (the boy's got magnets on your thighs, what can I say?)

And his personal favorite: having you sit between his legs with your back pressed against his chest.

One time, a frustrated Curly called you. It's been a week since Jimmy left for his job-training, and you weren't aware that someone was also getting through a torturous week like you and Jimmy

The captain was at the other end of his friend's damp mood

"I don't know what you do to him, Y/N. He's a completely different person when he's with you"

"Hmm, how bout massaging his hand, cap. It improves his mood, and it always works"

"..."

"Hello? Curly?"

"...Y/N, are you trying to get me killed? It works because you're the one doing it!"

Intern Daisuke

Quality Time and Giving Gifts

The boy loves spending time with you. He doesn't need to plan for what to do during those times you'd be together because he always finds ways to make you enjoy it so much that you have to keep a wristwatch to check how much time has passed

He's known to be a yapper but not the type of yapper that tires you

The man has a lot of questions for you to the point that you're concerned that he knows more information about yourself than you

Pointing out things he notices you do, like looking slightly at the right when you're lying or knowing how many moles are in your face and neck

It doesn't creep you out though, you picked up that he's very observant when he's interested and that flatters you that he take mental notes of these small things just by being around him

Whenever he knows that you won't be seeing him for a while, he makes sure that you know what he'll be doing and where he'll go

Basically the main reason when the crew - especially Swansea - would look for him, they'll go straight to you

"Hey kid, where's that boy again?"

"Toilet, Swansea. He said it's a raging diarr--"

"Yeah yeah, toilet's fine. geez."

Daisuke also buys you trinkets he finds that remind him of you—from crocheted baby mushrooms to obscure plastic eyeball keychains

"I understood the frog keychain last week, but... a turd plushie?"

"Cause I feel shitty when we're apart"

"Valid"

His gifts are very specific and you even cried one time in a store trying to outgift him, spoiler, you can't. He never makes you feel bad about it, he always claimed that he takes pride at being the Leslie Knope of the real world (iykyk)

Nurse Anya

Quality Time

She strongly believes that spending time with someone is the core of a relationship

She definitely isn’t the person to be clingy - nope, she's a queen with self-worth. If you don't want to spend time with her, don't expect her to chase you

The more you spend time with her, though, the more she opens up. For her, trust is something earned over time, and you made the effort to build that trust brick by brick

After falling for her harder, your trips to the medbay became more frequent with "accidental injuries"

"Hey, miss Anya."

"Hey y/n, kindly be careful. Don’t want you to have your 4th visit this week."

"Heh, what can I say? I hate breaking the streak. Gotta keep you on your toes."

"Y/N, it’s still Wednesday."

"Good time to give you your once-a-week training, right?"

Once she’s comfortable with you, her affection shows in the little things:

Putting your vitamins and supplements on accessible places because she knows you forget taking them

Giving you random psychology tests after finding out that you loved them

Or being comfortable enough to nap on your shoulders (you earned that trust on the hundred and tenth day)

You don't even have to talk while being together; as long as both of you are around each other, her shoulders relax, and her face is at peace

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sheerfreesia007 · 8 months ago

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The Great Cat Napper

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Word count: 3,053

Content warnings: Fluff, suggestive

Summary: You wake up one morning and find a cat that’s not yours on your windowsill. What happens when throughout the week two more cats show up on your windowsill and you still don’t know who they belong to. And when the owner turns out to be the local mob boss? What happens then?

Part Two: Three Cats & a Mob Boss

Part Three:

The sun warms your body as it streams through your curtains causing you to groan loudly as you stretch lazily in your bed. Slowly rising from your bed you reach over and shut off your upcoming wake up alarm and curse the change of seasons as the sun rose earlier now causing you to wake up before your alarm goes off. But as you yawn widely you turn grateful because now you have time to enjoy a cup of coffee at home before having to rush off to work.

You shuffle through your small one story home to the wide open kitchen to begin your morning routine of preparing coffee. Moving into the kitchen you shivered slightly and rubbed your hand up and down your arm trying to chase away the chill as your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes darted to the kitchen window above the large sunken sink. You jolt in place when you spot a pretty orange and white cat sitting on your windowsill flicking its tail back and forth as it watches you silently. The kitchen window is open behind it and you figured it had climbed up earlier this morning.

”Well, hello there.” You greet the cat as you move to the cabinet to grab your favorite mug. Your eyes stay locked on the cat wondering who’s cat it was and where it had come from. You tried to rack your brain of any neighbor’s who had cats but you couldn’t remember any. “You’re awfully pretty. You look well kept. Your owner must miss you.” You coo softly at the cat as you move about your kitchen. “But where’s your collar? Your owner isn’t very responsible are they?” You ask softly in a slight scolding tone.

You easily set about making your coffee and let it begin to brew before you turn to your fridge and peer into it before you grab the milk and a container of leftover chicken from last night’s dinner. You turn back to the cat and smile softly as it’s head tilts to the side when he sees the milk container.

”Oh so you’re one of the spoiled kitties huh?” You tease softly before you grab two small dishes and pour milk into one and then shred a little bit of chicken into the other. “There you go sweetheart.” You say softly before turning to your coffee maker to grab your mug of coffee and pouring some milk into it. You then set the mug down and return the milk and chicken back to your fridge. “So tell me pretty kitty, where did you come from?” You ask softly while sipping at your mug. You smile softly while watching the cat lap at the milk in the bowl before devouring the shredded chicken.

Once you’re done with your coffee and the cat is done eating you wash the dishes and set them in your drying rack before turning back to the cat who’s now lazily licking its paws as its tail flicks lazily back and forth. You hum softly at it before slowly presenting your hand to it, it looks at your hand and then over to you before butting his head against your hand. You chuckle softly before gently petting the top of its head.

“What a good kitty.” You coo softly at it. “I have to get to work now though, I’ll leave the window open for you whenever you want to leave. No rush.” You tell it softly before scratching behind its ears gently and then turning away to walk to your bedroom humming softly as your mood has grown happier with the interaction with the cat.

*-*-*-*

Throughout your whole work day you kept wondering if you’d return home to find the cat still there. Your mind raced with thoughts of where the cat could come from. Most of your neighbors are either small families or older couples and you can’t remember any of them having any cats or talking about cats.

You’re able to get some work done but most of your day is filled with thinking about the pretty orange and white cat who had shown up this morning on your windowsill. There was a voice at the back of your mind that hoped the cat would still be there when you returned home tonight but also worried that it would be still there since you hadn’t left any food or water out for it.

When you do finally leave work and return home you’re saddened to see that your little friend has left and can’t be found within your home. Sighing softly you make a simple dinner and eat in front of the television while catching up on your shows before cleaning up and putting away all your dishes. As you shuffle through the kitchen towards your bedroom your eyes dart to the window and wonder if you should leave it open for your little friend. You tilt your head slightly to the side before turning back towards your bedroom, choosing to leave the window open to see if the pretty kitty will return.

*- *- *- *

The next morning you wake with the streaming sunlight once again and as you stretch in the middle of your bed you wonder idly if your friend has returned. Slipping out of bed you walk silently down the hall towards the kitchen and beam happily at the orange and white cat sitting on your windowsill. But just as you enter the kitchen another orange and white cat peers around the first and you gasp softly.

”You brought a friend with you this time.” You coo softly at the cats who both tilt their heads at you causing you to chuckle softly at their antics. You notice once more that neither one of them has collars again so you’re unsure of where they came from. You then move about the kitchen getting your coffee mug down and the coffee started before pulling out the milk and chicken along with four bowls. “So who’s your friend? Is it a sibling? Do you both come from the same home?” You ask conversationally as you pour the milk first before shredding up some of the chicken for both before placing the bowls out for each on the floor since there’s not enough room on the windowsill.

You watch amused as the two cats finish their breakfast quickly before beginning to swat and play with each other as you sip from your mug enjoying your coffee. The one who had come yesterday curves its body around and around your legs rubbing its head along your muscles while purring loudly. You lean down and pet the top of its head affectionately as you chuckle softly.

”Silly kitty, you like the special treatment I give you huh?” You ask softly just as its friend comes over and nudges its head against your knee before letting out a loud purr as well. “Well you’re both gorgeous kitties. Thanks for coming for another visit.” You say softly to them before you sit on the floor letting them curl up in your lap. You finish your coffee with two warm cats in your lap and then gently nudge them up so you can clean up the dishes before going to get ready for work.

”I’ll leave the window open again tonight, but do me a favor this time and don’t bring anymore friends. I don’t have much room for a lot of cats.” You tell them over your shoulder as you beam at them happily. You go to work that day feeling uplifted and happy, which causes you to wonder if maybe adopting a cat would be beneficial to you.

When you return from work it’s more of the same of not finding the cats in the house again. They obviously went home for the evening and you hope that they’ll return tomorrow morning since you enjoyed their company for breakfast so much this morning. That night you go to bed with thoughts of adopting and living with cats who make you laugh with their silly playful antics.,

*-*-*-*

The next morning it’s Saturday and you’re off for the weekend thankfully. You wake once more with the sunlight streaming through your window and you groggily shuffle into the kitchen to happily find not only your two orange and white cats but a third one. This one is mottled gray colored one smaller in size and you surmise that it’s the youngest one out of the trio.

“Well good morning trouble makers.” You greet them fondly before reaching out to scratch the two orange and white ones behind the ears as the gray one watches you suspiciously on the windowsill. “I thought I told you not to bring anymore of your friends around. Soon I’ll run out of space for all of you.” You gently scold the first orange and white cat who purrs loudly up at you as if it's proud of its doing before it squints its eyes at you.

You shake your head softly at its antics before you put on your wireless speaker and begin to play soft upbeat music while you begin to pull out ingredients to make your breakfast for the morning. You also go about making coffee and pulling out the milk, chicken and a duo of bowls for each cat.

”Welp, I’m going to have to go shopping for more chicken today so that I can feed you guys tomorrow morning.” You tell them with a soft smirk as you begin to shred the chicken and pour the milk out for each one of them. Setting the bowls on the floor of your kitchen not far from your stove you watch while they all begin to eat happily before you begin making your own breakfast.

Once breakfast is done and cleaned up you walk into the living room and lay out on the couch before turning on the television to watch some of your shows that you’ve been neglecting during the week. The cats all follow you and you laugh as they begin to play with each other racing around your living room bouncing from the couch to your lap back to the floor in a game of tag. You play along with them, flicking their tails gently to tease them and wiggling your fingers at them as they run around you.

But soon the comfort of a good meal in your stomach with a lazy weekend mindframe calms you into a light nap on the couch as the cats all curl up on you in various spots further calming you. You soon fall asleep on the couch and are out for a good few hours as the television plays softly in the background.

When you wake it’s mid morning and all three cats are gone. You feel saddened slightly by their disappearance but you can’t help but be charmed by their silly antics and their new habit of coming to spend their mornings with you. You look around your home sleepily with a warm wide smile on your face feeling relaxed and happy. You then go about your day running errands and catching up on anything that you weren’t able to get done during the week.

Back at home you put your groceries away and begin to make dinner, you make yourself beef stew while you bake some chicken breasts for the cats you’re hoping will visit you once again tomorrow morning. Your evening is lonely as you eat and wonder once more if you should adopt a cat to make things not so lonely. As you shuffle down the hallway towards your bedroom for bed you make a note to look up local animal shelters so that you can go visit them and see if you find a cat that you’d be interested in adopting.

*-*-*-*

The next morning your trio is still a trio and you’re thankful for that since you were slightly worried about having too many cats in your house. Once more you put your music on your wireless speaker and begin to get breakfast together for all of you as you brew some coffee.

“Good morning pretty kitties.” You coo softly at them and this time the gray one is the first to head but your hand and begin purring loudly. “Good morning sweetheart, you ready for some breakfast?” You ask fondly before turning back to making their breakfast and set it down on the floor. “There you guys go.” You coo at them and begin to get the ingredients out for your breakfast when you hear a loud sharp knock at your front door. Frowning softly when you turn to the door you wonder who could be coming to your house this early.

You quickly walk to the front door filled with curiosity as you peer around the door through the side window panes to see a very nicely dressed man standing in front of your door. With an even deeper frown you unlock the door and open it to greet the man.

”Good morning, can I help you?” You ask softly and the man looks up at you from his gaze that was directed towards your neighbor’s house.

”Good morning.” He greets you with a soft smirk as his eyes race up and down your body and you instantly flush as you realize that you’re still dressed in just your cute cartoon pajamas. “My name is Lee Minho.” He says still smirking at your flushed face. Your eyes widen at his name and your mind begins to race with alarm. Lee Minho was the name of the mob boss in this area, your eyes dart over to him and he nods his head once at you. “And I believe you have my cats.”

”Your cats?” You ask bewildered as your mind tries to keep up with his words and he nods his head as if it’s nothing but a simple conversation he’s having with you.

”If you’ll just hand them back over to me I won’t harm you. I just want my cats back.” He says softly and you feel dizzy all of a sudden as you realize that the cats that you’ve harboring every morning are Lee Minho’s cats.

”I didn’t steal them.” You blurt out suddenly and he looks at you bemused before tilting his head to the side and squinting his eyes at you much like the first orange and white cat done to you. You oddly saw the resemblance between the two and amusement flickers across your face for a moment. “Excuse me.” You say quickly before rushing back into your house towards your kitchen not bothering to check if he would follow you into your house or stay standing at your door.

As you make it to the kitchen the three cats all look up from their bowls at you before chattering loudly. You hear the sharp footsteps follow you down the hallway and you know that Lee Minho is now inside your home.

”Are you three seriously Lee Minho’s cats?!” You hissed wildly at the three of them and they all began to dance around you with happiness that you’re back. “Seriously?! You had to choose my home to come and visit every morning. I now regret ever feeding you lot!” You berate them incredulously as they all dart around your feet. A deep chuckle comes from behind you and you whirl around to see Minho leaning in close to you from your side and you jerk back trying to create distance but he follows you.

”Are you alright?” He asks amusedly and you quickly scoff at him softly.

”Of course not. I’ve acquired the three spoiled rotten cats of the notorious mob boss of this area and they don’t seem to understand how dangerous that is for me!” You tell him without thinking and he smirks at you softly.

”No more dangerous than you answering your front door to me dressed only in your pjs.” He says teasingly and you whirl around to find him only inches from as his eyes rake up and down your body with heat emanating from them. He takes a step forward and you quickly back up causing him to crowd you up against your sink and cages you in between his arms as they come to rest on the counter at either of your hips.

”I know you didn’t steal my cats.” He tells you softly and your head whips up to stare at him shocked. “I’ve been tracking them on their locator app and I’ve been watching them make the trip to your house every morning for the past week. I’ve been dying to find out what’s the draw and hype for them to sneak out of my heavily guarded home to yours.” He informs you and you gasp softly as his dark brown eyes connect with yours while his smirk deepens on his face. “Now I understand the hype.” He tells you in tone a few octaves lower than his normal tone causing you to blush brightly as his eyes sparkle with delight. “Now that I’ve met my cats’ new favorite person, would you like to go out to dinner so I can get to know you better?” He asks smoothly and you duck your head for a moment before he’s pressing his index finger under your chin lifting your head once more.

”Yes, that’d be lovely.” You answer him before you think of something else to say. “On one condition though.” You quickly say and he tilts his head at you curiously.

”What is it?” He asks seductively and you have to stop yourself from shivering at his tone and words.

”We get to keep the morning visits.” You say quickly and he blinks at you for a quiet moment. “It’s just that they make my days better and go by quicker when they come for a visit.” You confess to him and he smiles softly before nodding his head.

”Maybe I can convince you to more than just morning visits.” He said softly as his eyes locked onto your lips for a brief second before darting back up to your eyes. “Maybe I can convince you to every day visits.” He teased softly and you blushed once more as he smirked down at you.

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tltfu · 21 days ago

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Caring goes both ways...

...In which SAKURA HARUKA realizes that his girlfriend is just as touch-starved as he is.

Contains: Hurt/comfort, fluff, Haruka being the sweetest boyfriend ♡

(Yayyyy first actual writing :D)

Your grumpy boyfriend always noticed the slightest change in your demeanor.

Isn't it only natural that he asks you about it?

That's what a good boyfriend would do. (At least that's what he thinks)

"W-what's up with you...!?"

He finally spoke up as the two ate lunch.

His plate of Omurice laid untouched, his worry for her overshadowing hid love for eating.

He took a moment to link up the jumbled thoughts in his head, wanting nothing more than to voice out his concerns as he sees your gloomy expression.

"S-s-stop looking... like that!"

"Like what, Haru?"

"Like that!-"

He huffed, frustrated at his 'large' vocabulary.

...But he's not THAT stupid.

He sees the way you absentmindedly fidget with the sleeves of the hoodie he (reluctantly) gave you.

The way your hands looked sooooo lonely as you tried to find a way to hold his hand without it being obvious.

His romance sensor is going crazy, but this time in a good way- the kind that he found to be associated with you, where his heart started beating rapidly against his ribcage and he felt like he was actually wanted and loved at last.

"...you're quiet today. Did something happen?"

It was a bit uncharacteristic of him to say that, but that's just how you make him. All calm, comforted, and weirdly affectionate in all the ways he never knew he could be affectionate in.

He reached out to untangle your fingers from the sleeves of your (his?) hoodie, intertwining his fingers with your with such soft pressure it was like he thought your hands would break if he ever were to hold onto it tighter. His cheeks were cherry red in an instant, but he pushed through and did mental gymnastics in order not to flee from the uncomfortably comfortable feeling of your hand in his. (He does this every time he holds your hand lol)

What he didn't expect to happen was that you'd throw yourself into his arms, arms around his waist, face against his chest, with soft sobs racking your body.

I'm not kidding when I say that he physically felt his heart being torn in half.

He really hated to see your pretty face adorned with tears.

His fight-or-flight instincts were kicking in, but he didn't dare to move an inch.

It took a moment, but Haruka was soon able to find the courage to place one of his hands on the small of your back, the other going to caress your hair just like how you would hold him whenever he felt sad.

He knew that he didn't have to speak, as actions usually spoke louder than words.

"I-i'm just so tired, Haru. I'm sorry for breaking down like this but-"

"No buts. Just... tell me whenever you want a hug, okay? I don't.. I don't mind holding you."

...It was that day when he realized that caring really goes both way- and that he'd do anything in order to make you smile again...

...Even if it means to give you all the hugs and affections you want.

#sakura haruka x reader #wind breaker #sakura haruka #wind breaker x reader #gahhhhhh he's too cute to be true oml 😭#wbk sakura #wbk sakura x reader

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rearrange my world | portgas d. ace x fem!reader

based on this ask!

status: ongoing…

cw/tags: [MARINEFORD SPOILERS!!] fem!/afab!reader, reader is a member of the whitebeard pirates (and whitebeard's biological daughter teehee), slow burn & angst, enemies to friends to lovers, the enemies part is a little one sided, includes sfw and nsfw/smut content, multi part/chapter!!

part one | rmw m.list

“whatcha thinkin’ about?”

you’d been staring intently at the night sky, lost in thought as your dilated pupils traced the constellation of stars above. the familiar voice of your crew mate startled you, its low pitch mingling with the sound of crashing waves against the ship’s hull. your moment of peace away from the restless Whitebeard pirates had been interrupted by your father’s new recruit — Ace. it had only been a few weeks since the man was welcomed aboard, his vicious attacks against Whitebeard coming to a slow halt as he began to adjust to life on the moby dick.

his annoyingly chipper attitude caused your heart to race, irritation pooling behind your temples. you flashed a brief side eye, glaring at the young man as he approached you. the tension between the two of you had been thick, constantly butting heads every chance you got.

your first impression of Ace had been…interesting, to say the least. Ace’s arrival had not been long after your own, the unsteady waves beneath the ship entirely unfamiliar to you, causing your stomach to toss and turn at any given moment. this phase of seasickness persisted for days, completely bedridden with periodic trips to the ladies room. one night in particular, your nausea ripped you from your sleep, stomach bile and anxiety rising in your throat as you stumbled your way to the bathroom. your incessant pleas of ‘please don’t throw up’ was interrupted as a loud creak echoed through the halls, sounds of old wood groaning underneath an unfamiliar weight. for the first time in days your nausea stopped, adrenaline rushing through your body as you slowly make eye contact with the shadowy figure — a younger man cursing himself under his breath.

“who the hell are you?” you questioned, voice curious and stern to hide the shakiness of your anxiety. the figure met your eyes, how own filled with a distant darkness that you couldn’t quite set your finger on. was it anger? or something more sinister? that you couldn’t know, yet your stomach twisted all the same.

however, the man brushed you off, scoffing and continuing his journey, as if your interaction had been an inconvenience for him. your brows furrowed with disgust, partially at his attitude but also at the sting of bile returning to your mouth. you decided that if he truly was a threat, someone on watch would’ve taken care of the bastard before he set foot on this ship. although, you had failed to realize that the mystery man wielded a small weapon to carry out his mission — killing your father in his sleep.

when you discovered the truth the next day, you were pissed, lashing out at anyone who dared to breathe in the wrong direction. it look a while to admit to yourself that your anger was never actually directed toward Ace, but towards yourself. you had the perfect opportunity to apprehend the young man, saving your ill father the trouble and stress. if only i hadn’t been so damn selfish.

regardless, Ace had turned into the perfect punching bag.

“how peaceful my night was until you came and interrupted it,” you grumbled, refusing to make eye contact. “what do you want, Ace?”

the man scooted up next to you, resting his elbows on the ledge as he analyzed the look on your face. he wore a shit-eating grin, knowing that invading your personal space like he did would set you off, “what, a guy can’t get to know his crew mate? it’s been a few weeks and all we do is argue.”

“and why do you think that is?” you scoffed, finally returning his gaze — only yours held frustration. “all you do is bug me and try to kill my dad, both of which make us not cool.”

“oh cmon, [y/n] it was only a few times!” he protested, his own sarcasm causing a small laugh to escape from his lips. his amusement from this meaningless conversation only made you more irritated, shoving his arm away as you stormed off. what a fucking weirdo.

…

growing up, you and Whitebeard shared a promise — once you turned eighteen, he would allow you to sail along with his crew. and once that clock struck twelve on your eighteenth birthday, you sprinted to the rendezvous point — a small dock located on the coast of your hometown. the scent of the salt from the ocean swirled in your head as you inhaled deeply, allowing yourself to grow accustomed to the smell of your new home. your father welcomed you with open arms once he arrived, his monstrous biceps cradling you with a nostalgic affection that conveyed his pride in finally welcoming you home. although you’d never admit this directly to his face, it had been hard watching your father build a family on sea, while you — his actual family — watched from the rocky sidelines.

on board the ship, you were not regarded as the captain’s daughter, but as a respected equal. to truly be successful, you had to earn your position just like everyone else — training and fighting hard to prove yourself worthy enough to be a Whitebeard pirate. by the time you arrived, everyone had earned their place on board, whether that be represented by their honorary titles or through their incredible determination. this knowledge did not deter you, but made you even more eager to succeed. the access to such valuable fighters at all times provided you with the tools to improve yourself — constantly asking for advice on techniques.

Whitebeard had been extremely adamant about your position — making it abundantly clear that you were not going to receive any special treatment, blood be damned. you had come to terms with this rule, happily accepting it as it was. sure, having your father as an emperor of the sea had its perks, but you wanted to create a name for yourself. there were many young pirates rising in popularity, all sharing a similar dream — world domination through the influence of power and honorific titles. you, on the other hand, wanted to take advantage of the world’s ambiguity. the freedom of the vast oceans enticed you, drawing you in from a very young age. you wanted to see what was out there — exploring cultures other than your own and making friends all over the world. wealth and fame never came to mind when you decided to set out to sea, your father having enough of that to support the two of you for generations. all you wanted was to enjoy life’s most simple pleasures.

the other rule had been a bit more…embarrassing.

“…and one more thing before i cut all of you loose,” Whitebeard announced, his voice quick to silence the chatter and scraping of boots against the wooden panels as people rose to their feet. he had called a quick meeting during the banquet on the night of your arrival, a celebration for the new recruit. you could tell by the way his words slurred that he was extremely drunk, but nonetheless very serious. “i want to make it very clear that [y/n] is to be completely off limits. from this day forward, you are all prohibited from any sexual or intimate relations with my daughter—“

“DAD!” you interjected, shooting a wild glare at your father as your cheeks burned into a hot crimson, “seriously?? no offense but like you’re all like…really old.”

the room erupted into exotic laughter, hoots and whoops booming from every direction as the drunken pirates clutched their sides. one pirate decided to speak up, planting one of his legs on the floor as he adjusted himself atop the large wooden barrel he had made his post on for the night. his fiery orange hair and red rimmed glasses caught your attention immediately — Marco, you had heard your father address him once before, “oh c’mon Pops, she’s like five years old! if anything she’s like our little sister!”

your face recoiled at his words, arms thrown up in exasperation, your drink spilling over your wrist in the process, “hey! i didn’t wait eighteen years to board this ship just to be treated like a child!”

the huffing of your cheeks, however, completely contradicted your words — looking more like a toddler throwing a fit than a brave young woman with every passing second.

Whitebeard raised a calloused hand, his open palm signaling for the senseless shouting and bickering to halt, "look, i've spent nearly my entire life on the sea, traveling with enough grown men to know how truly disgusting pirates can be. if i ever find out that any of you have acted in such a way toward my daughter, i'll have you killed where you stand. am i clear?"

despite their dismissive laughter, the rest of the Whitebeard pirates knew better than to go against his word, keeping this rule at the back of their minds.

...

it was no secret that the daughter of their beloved captain had grown to become a beautiful, fiery young woman. your figure had filled out nicely over the years — clothes that usually draped over your small frame now fit snugly around the curves of your body, chest and hips filling in your favor.

your attitude, on the other hand, could use some work. you were never afraid to speak your mind, making it abundantly clear when you disagreed with a snide comment or opposing idea someone presented to the crew. “letting things slide” had never been your forte — you were upfront and honest, a quality that many successful pirates possessed.

you'd quickly learn such a quality often got you into trouble, however, especially when you had met someone just as fervid as you. Ace ignited a heat within you that you weren't even sure a human could produce, unbridled rage and frustration pounding against your temples every time you clashed. the stubbornness of two hot-headed teenagers was enough to physically rock the large ship, shouts and screams unbearably disruptive.

one thing Whitebeard couldn't stand was a brat. memories of him reprimanding you for crying and whining without a good cause plagued the first few years of your life.

"if you're gonna be stupid, you've gotta be tough," was his famous line. your stubbornness prevented you from recognizing the valuable lesson at hand, often referring to him as "a big mean pirate" rather than his honored title of "daddy". he never took your words to heart, however, laughing in your face while your big eyes lined with hot tears. "you'll thank me later, kid"

it turns out that your uncooperative attitude was a phase you failed to outgrow, as your father had called both you and Ace into his quarters for a talk. the two of you sat uncomfortably close to one another on Whitebeard's plush bed, elbows grazing from time to time. these sudden touches caused you to flinch, exchanging awkward glances with the man next to you as your cheeks grew hot.

"do you mind?" you griped, finally pulling your arm away after the fourth brushing of skin.

Ace's gaze remained neutral, a playful blush dancing across his freckled cheeks, "what, you scared you might like it?"

you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you dramatically scooted to the edge of the bed. Ace's gaze burned the back of your neck as he watched you, chuckling to himself at your theatrics.

your father's giant figure loomed ominously over the two of you, watching the interaction unfold as his patience grew increasingly thin. Ace returned his gaze as he made himself comfortable, arms crossed beneath his shaggy black hair. this adjustment caused his shirt to flap open — not that he had it buttoned up anyway — the pastel yellow fabric exposing the toned muscle of his abdomen.

"what's on your mind, Pops?" Ace said, his tone relaxed and oblivious to the severity of these conversations. Whitebeard's gaze flickered to his, yellow pupils illuminated in the dim candle light of the bedroom. Ace's smile began to fade as he saw that Whitebeard was completely unamused, sitting himself up once again out of respect.

"whatever shit you brats have going on needs to stop," Whitebeard began, his raspy voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "you might not realize it, but everyone is sick of hearing you two bitch at each other every time you're together. i've worked hard to build this ship into a family that loves and relies on each other, and i'm not gonna sit here and let you two destroy that. do i make myself clear?"

guilt crept up your throat as your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. it had only been a few weeks and you're already affirming your suspicions that you were unworthy you were to be here, that your existence was merely an act of nepotism. you nodded at your fathers words, biting the insides of your cheeks to stop the slew of protests that rested on the tip of your tongue.

not only had you hated the fact that you disappointed your father, but that you caused him unnecessary trouble. it was clear that his health was declining with every passing week, Marco making more frequent trips to his quarters the last few days. the thought of losing your father terrified you, especially since you two finally got to spend time together in one space after a lifetime apart. your eyes often drifted over the oxygen tube that rested just beneath his nose, a crushing reality that your father really was just human after all. that he would live and die like everyone else. this ache in your chest caused your thoughts to drift to dark places — how you would react to the news that he was in fact not improving, how divided life on the ship would be, how you would react when he actually kicked the bucket…

…

unlike you, Ace enjoyed your bickering, often encouraging it by baiting you with sly comments in hopes that you’d latch onto it. it reminded him of simpler times in the east blue, where he and his brothers would run wild and free in the jungle, inventing new ways of getting into trouble no other child would have ever imagined. he was used to raised voices and insults hurled at him — life as the pirate king’s son not as glamorous as you’d think.

your “screaming matches,” as some would describe, always ended with Ace having a smug grin plastered across his face, never actually hurt or affected by your venomous words. in fact, he enjoyed watching you get worked up — the way you would get close enough to his face that he could smell the light perfume you wore, a flash of pearly teeth so close to his mouth that all he had to do was lean in and—

“…do i make myself clear?”

oh, right.

“yes, Pops. sorry again for all the trouble, i promise it won’t happen again,” Ace assured with a lighthearted smile, which told you that his words didn’t hold much weight. such a performance would’ve earned a rise out of you, however, you were so lost in your own disparaging thoughts you had failed to notice.

when there was no reaction, Ace turned his head, gaze lingering over yours as he studied your expression. it was…empty, as if in that moment you were sucked into another realm where you could feel nothing at all. he had never seen this side of you before, never knew that in a blink of an eye you could be silent and distant. the feeling that brewed in his stomach was akin to curiosity, but also a deep sense of sadness. your sudden disassociation was an art he knew all too well, becoming a master in masking his own emotions. Ace’s heart clenched unexpectedly at the sight, releasing a deep sigh to relieve some of the tension building in his chest.

underneath all the teasing, the look of hurt in your face something he never wanted to see. your sorrow encouraged him to try building a better relationship with you. after all, you couldn’t really be that bad, right?

“okay, we’ll do our best,” Ace said, his voice soft as he stood to meet Whitebeard’s gaze. your father gave him a small nod, a gesture that let him know that he really was putting his trust in the two of you.

“hold on, Ace. i still need to speak with you,” Whitebeard started, placing a firm hand on the young man’s bare chest. “[y/n] you may go.”

you snapped out of your trance in an instant, returning to the present as if nothing happened.

“g’night dad,” you said solemnly, feet scurrying out of the room hoping no one caught onto your sudden shift in attitude. Ace’s dark eyes followed you on the way out, watching your shoulders sway back and forth.

Whitebeard’s gaze, on the other hand, never left Ace and watched the way he observed you — a little too closely. he cleared his throat, causing Ace to blink his way out of his thoughts.

“i wanted to speak to you about [y/n]. you’re aware of the rules, yes?”

it took a moment for Ace to realize what exactly he had been talking about, rummaging through the jumbled mess that was his mind.

“ah, the whole ‘don’t-date-my-daughter’ rule,” Ace said, his long fingers bending into air quotes. “i’m quite aware.”

“i mean it, Ace. if i find out that you’re messing around with my daughter on this ship, ill throw you overboard myself.”

Ace’s expression returned to its playful default, eyes mischievous as he huffed a laugh, “don’t worry pops, i won’t fuck your daughter if that’s what you’re so worried about.”

Whitebeard has always been a stoic figure, never letting words or dangerous situations knock him down. that was until Ace planted such a vulgar image in his mind that he had no choice but to react. his shock transformed from bewilderment to an intense anger, amusement never making its way to his face.

“you can go.”

Ace recognized the danger in his expression and swiftly exited the room, hollering a fast “okaysorrygoodnight!” over his shoulder.

it’s finally here!! okay and yes i know i made y'all wait for this a liiiittle longer than anticipated but I promise it will be worth it. i had two midterms and a paper all within a two week span so i was stressing real bad but all is well again!

i also closed my requests (temporarily) so i can answer them as efficiently as possible so please bare with me!

i hope you guys enjoy this small series :))

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