#maybe when they were sneaking around? or after the curse is broken?

[dynastymuses]

@aigonakru

send  “ What the hell are you doing? “  for your muse to find mine just standing in the rain, seeming lost in their own thoughts, and to pull them under nearby shelter.

{{&&david&mary margret}}

❝huh? i'm sorry i thought i saw something, on the horzion❞ he admitted looking at the women he loved so much

[teapartyprincess4two]

Carnal Desires- M. Sturniolo

pairing: girlfriend!reader x boyfriend!Matt

classification: smut

warnings: 18+, MDNI, literal sex, slight cursing, oral sex, established relationship, short, no use of y/n

inspiration: request, I put a big spin on this request lolol bc I’ve written car sex before and felt like we needed something different

summary: You join Matt and his family on a vacation, and get lost together while on a hike. Instead of freaking out, you two take advantage of the sudden alone time.

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This vacation was supposed to be fun for you, full of laughter and adventures as you and Matt’s family explored the island and all it had to offer. You were looking forward to spending alone time with Matt in between the week’s packed schedule, maybe sneak in a session or two, but instead you were forced to share a room with Nick.

You love Nick and you wouldn’t mind sharing a room with him under any other circumstances, but all you wanted was quality time with your boyfriend. Mary Lou made the room arrangements, and although she knows you and Matt were having sex regularly, it wasn’t going to happen under her watch. So, instead of enjoying your time in paradise with your boyfriend, you’re being tortured and touch-starved.

Matt feels the same way every time he sees you wearing a bikini at the pool, a pair of shorts that hug you just right, or even when you’re eating and he watches your lips wrap around a fork. All he wants to do is drag you away and fuck you in the nearest secluded area, but he had to remind himself to keep his interactions with you family friendly.

This was going to be such a long trip to say the least.

—

“Watch your step, baby,” Matt instructs, pointing towards the rocks that litter the path ahead. You hated hiking, especially in the hot island sun, but the tour guide promised a waterfall at the end that you just couldn’t pass up. You offer Matt a kind smile, holding onto him for support as you trudge further and further up the mountain. His arm stiffens as he supports your weight, helping you push yourself up a large rock.

His eyes trail up your legs, the shorts you’re wearing riding up slightly and exposing your asscheek. All week he’s struggled to keep his hands off of you, especially with his family so close all the time. But they’re pretty far up the hiking trail, he wonders if he’ll have enough time to push you up against the rock, pull down your shorts, and finally fuck you.

He debates it for a while, chewing the inside of his lip to distract himself from the growing sensation in his pants, but he’s broken from his thoughts by your voice, “Matt c‘mon we’re gonna get lost out here!” You’re crouched at the edge of the rock, stretching an arm out for him which causes your top to fall forward just enough to expose the bikini you’re wearing underneath.

All he wants to do is rip it off and watch your tits bounce as you ride him. “I’m coming,” he grunts, taking a hold of your hand and using the other to push himself up. He’s sweaty and sunburnt, slowly becoming tired of this dumb hike. You can tell he’s becoming overwhelmed and annoyed, so you wrap your arms around his waist.

“Don’t be so grumpy,” you tease with a downturned smile, pecking his lips playfully. His jaw is clenched, trying to stretch his neck far enough for you to miss his mouth. Your lips fall on his jaw, feathering a few kisses down his neck teasingly. “C’mon baby, just a little smile,” you continue to tease, your breath tickling the skin of his neck.

A small chuckle finally escapes his mouth, his tough guy demeanor crumbling and being replaced with a playful expression. “Why are you so grumpy?” your tone is still cheery because, despite also being tired, you’re trying to remain positive.

“Because we’re lost,” he replies blankly, allowing his arms to snake around your waist until his arms rest comfortable on your ass. He squeezes your ass, massaging the skin shortly after. You see the opportunity for a corny remark and take it, “I’m not lost if I’m with you.”

This causes him to burst out in laughter, finally giving in and returning the kiss, “you’re so fucking corny.” You smile into the kiss, you knew exactly what to do to make him feel better.

“I can make you feel better,” you reply between kisses, allowing your lips to travel further down his jawline and neck. He hums in response, the suggestion immediately sending blood rushing to his dick. You take this as an invitation to go through with your actions, slowly kneeling in front of Matt until you’re facing his crotch.

He watches in shock and excitement as you wiggle into the ground and begin unbuckling his shorts. Were you really going to suck his dick in the middle of the dense jungle? What if someone else came through the hiking path? Or worse, what if his family emerged from the dense flora and caught you with his dick in your mouth? As frightening as the idea was, it was also exciting, and Matt never the type to turn down a blowjob.

He watches in awe as you pull his shorts down, palming his dick through the fabric of his boxers. You kiss his penis through the cloth, waiting for a reaction from Matt. “Don’t tease,” he groans, causing you to finally slowly pull his boxers down.

Once it’s free, Matt’s hard dick slaps against his stomach, precum already forming at the red, swollen tip. You take a firm grip of him, slowly pumping and placing a sloppy kiss on his tip. He tastes salty, his precum mixing with the sweat from having hiked for hours.

His jaw is slack and his eyes are scrunched as you finally wrap your mouth around his tip. You’d usually take your time and tease Matt until he was begging for you to do something, but you’re so hungry for him that you can’t help but deep throat him instantly. Matt’s tip hits the back of your throat, causing him to instinctively buck his hips into your mouth.

Strong hands take a hold of your hair, creating a make-shift ponytail to provide him with the leverage necessary to fuck your face. You’re gagging around his cock, his hips snapping into your face and his hands pushing your head back and forth. Tears brim at your eyes with each thrust, your hands holding onto Matt’s thighs both for support and in an attempt to slow his movements.

He’s unrelenting, though, forgetting entirely about your need for oxygen. You moan around him, cheeks hollowing tight enough to help push Matt past his breaking point. His eyes are training on you, watching in awe as bubbles of saliva drip down your chin.

“So. Fucking. Sexy,” he grunts with each thrust, pulling out completely with a loud pop. Matt pumps his cock from above your face, giving you enough time to catch your breath before you’re opening your mouth again for him. He groans at your willingness to please, placing his fat, heavy cock on your flat tongue.

You scoot closer to him eagerly, waiting for him to paint your tongue with his cum. “So beautiful and eager,” he murmurs, stroking his cock one last time before unloading his cum in your mouth. Some of it shoots out far enough to land on your face, engraving an image in Matt’s head that he’s sure to use later.

One of your fingers scoops up the stray cum that frosted tour face, popping the remnants in your mouth as you stare intently at Matt. You want him to remember this for the remainder of this trip, to think about you on your knees with his cum on your face. You want him to remember how well you took his cock and for images of you to flood his mind at night, forcing him to find you and fuck you in another secluded, undisclosed location.

Without another word, you kiss his tip and spring up from the floor. “I think they went this way,” you say, pointing in a random direction, but if you were being honest you lost track of the group long before you dropped to your knees. Matt watches you in confusion, how were you able to recover so easily while he still stood there with his cock out? He’s barely coming down from his high, but he pulls his pants up and follows you anyway.

Matt’s skeptical, not entirely trusting your sense of direction. “Are you sure? It doesn’t look like anyone’s gone that way… ever,” he replies, taking in his surroundings. You wave him off, pushing through highly forested terrain as you attempt to find the group again.

“I’m sure. We’ll be fine,” you dismiss, leading the way deeper into the jungle. Hopefully Matt remained in a good mood for the rest of the hike, if not you’d be forced to work your magic again.

—

At this point you don’t know which way is left and which is right, you’re just walking for the sake of moving. There are no trails in sight, but there are rocks at every twist and turn, and the sun is beginning to set. “I think we’re lost,” you finally admit, stopping abruptly in your tracks and doing a full 360 in an attempt to relocate yourself.

“You think?” Matt replies in a sarcastic tone, running an exasperated hand through his hair. You ignore his tone, chalking it up to the hike having worn him out. He was easily irritable, but you knew of a few ways to fix that.

“Well I hear water this way. That could be the waterfall?” you say, throwing a thumb behind you to signal that that’s where you hear the water coming from. Matt’s equally as lost as you are, but since you were the one leading the way it was easy to place the blame on you. “It could be, but what if it isn’t?” he retorts, raising his voice slightly.

“We’re already lost, Matt. What does it matter if it isn’t the waterfall?” you reply, mocking his voice slightly as you send him an annoyed look. You decide to just ignore him and begin walking towards the water instead of arguing in the middle of a deserted island, surrounded by dense vegetation and predators that were sure to wake when the sun set.

Matt throws his hands up in the air out of frustration as he follows behind you. If you were Chris or Nick he probably would’ve lashed out at you already, but he bites his tongue because he realizes that there’s no point in arguing. The only reason he’s responding so harshly is because he’s letting the situation and his pent up sexual frustration get the best of him.

The water gets louder the further you walk and the air becomes cooler. Finally, after pushing past vines and leaves, you see the roaring stream of water. Foam forms at the edge of the cliff where the water meets the ground, creating a large pool deep enough to swim in. It was such a beautiful sight, you couldn’t help but immediately throw your backpack to the ground and kick your shoes off.

“Told you it was the waterfall,” you say in excitement, suddenly feeling energetic again. You make swift work of your shirt, removing it before unbuckling your shorts. Matt’s equally as excited, tugging his shorts off as he watches you shimmy out of yours.

Your ass jiggles each time you pull at your shorts, finally revealing the bikini you wore underneath. Matt’s in his boxers, the fabric loose around his thighs but becoming tight around his crotch. He’s no longer frustrated with you, all he can think about is fucking you in the water, the water splashing each time he bucks into you.

His carnal, animalistic desires overrun his mind as images of you on the jungle floor with his cock balls deep in your mouth replay in his head. Matt joins you in the cool water, ready to have another adventure with you.

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The sun has set and the moon has now replaced its position in the sky, shining down on you both while you effortlessly wade through the water. The pool is deep enough to reach your shoulders, but it reaches Matt’s lower chest. The loud, relentless waterfall makes it hard to hear Matt when he speaks so you’re forced to press your face against his to hear him.

“You look so sexy, baby,” he murmurs against your ear, his face so close to yours that you can feel his stubble graze your cheek with each word. Matt’s hands pull you close to him from under the water, allowing your legs to wrap around his torso as he supports your weight. Your ass settles just above his crotch, inches away from his throbbing penis.

You hum in response, pulling your face away slightly to capture his lips in a kiss. Nature managed to provide you with the perfect ambiance, perfectly secluded from all civilization for the first time this week. “I missed you all week,” you whispered into the kiss, giving Matt the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

He’s immediately moaning into the kiss, his tongue lapping in your sweet juices. He places two strong hands on your ass, pushing you down on his growing erection, eliciting a strained whimper from you. “Feel that?” he grunts, forehead flush with yours as he presses his crotch so hard on yours you can feel everything. His eyes are locked on yours, searching for a reaction.

Your core clenches instinctively at his words, you wish you could feel him. It seems like the waterfall becomes louder the more worked up you become, both of you blissfully unaware of the world around you. The stars are twinkling from above and the moon is shining directly on the pool of water you swim in, serving as a spotlight for the show you and Matt were about to put on.

His mouth is back on you, hungrily trailing kisses down the wet skin of your neck. He stops right above your collar bone, sucking and biting the skin until it’s purple. You’re gripping his hair and grinding down onto him, allowing the water to help you move effortlessly. All you want is to feel him closer after an entire week apart.

“Matt, just fuck me already,” you moan, becoming desperate for his touch. Usually he’d tease you and tell you to be patient, but even he was desperate for relief. He pulls you into another kiss, swiftly tugging his cock out of his boxers in the process. You try adjusting yourself over Matt, his fingers expertly moving your bikini to the side, causing you to squirm slightly as the fabric presses against your sensitive clit.

“Stay still,” he grumbles, aligning his cock with your entrance. You immediately do as you you’re told, eager to please and even more eager to feel him inside you. Without a second thought, his left hand is pushing you down on him and the right is keeping his cock in place. An immediate sigh of relief leaves Matt’s mouth once he bottoms out inside of you, adjusting himself so he’s able to support you from under your thighs. The sensation is euphoric, causing Matt’s knees to tremble as he tries to ground himself on the rocky floor beneath him.

Your legs are wrapped around Matt’s waist, using the position as leverage to begin bouncing up and down on his dick slowly. The momentum of your movements causes the water to push and pull around you, slapping against your chest with each thrust. “I missed this,” he moans, eyes squeezed tight as he tries to compose himself. The feeling is so pent up that he’s sure to bust in seconds, so he focuses on lasting long so he can make you feel good.

“I missed this too, baby. So much,” you reply, hanging on by Matt’s shoulders as you throw your head back in pleasure. You’re clenching around him, your pussy sucking him in deeper. Loud moans are coming from both of you, the waterfall swallowing them and washing them away.

Matt watches as your boobs bounce violently, threatening to spill out of your tight bikini top. It’s like they’re teasing him, willing him to pull the bikini off and toss it deep into the jungle. He yanks it down before he can stop himself, freeing your tits and immediately groaning at the sight.

You look so sexy on top of him, taking him like a champ and giving him a show while doing it. His hips rut into you quickly, balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. Your tits press against his chest, sensitive nipples grazing against his skin.

He’s fucking you so hard and fast at this point that his dick slips out of you, slapping against your clit in the process. The sensation causes your legs to shake and your core to clench once again. “Fuck,” he whimpers at the loss of contact, taking a hold of his cock and rubbing it against your pussy.

Matt manages to slip back into your folds aggressively, pounding into you at the same relentless pace from before. This was the sloppiest sex you’d ever had with Matt, but after a week completely deprived of him you’d gladly welcome it.

You’re both soaked, somehow managing to float under the waterfall. The pressurized water rains down on you, the stream coming down on you so hard it unties your bikini causing it to float downstream. “Matt! My top,” you gasp, reaching for your bikini and pushing your boobs together in the process.

Matt groans at the sight, your pillowy breasts bouncing as he fucks you like it’s the first and last time. Your spongy walls push against his penis, causing a sensation that sends him past his breaking point.

“We’ll get it later,” he responds between grunts, snapping his hips into you one last time before unloading his cum inside you. Just because he’s no longer moving doesn’t mean you aren’t still bouncing on his dick, causing it to twitch from the sensitivity.

“Babe,” he chuckles, his body instinctively attempting to pull away as the overstimulation becomes too much. You ignore him, chasing your climax with each jump. All he can do is hold onto you firmly and use all his strength to prevent his knees from buckling.

Finally, you’re convulsing around his cock and moaning loudly as your orgasm washes over your body. The sight is beautiful, your wet hair stuck to your skin, and your eyes rolling so far to the back of your head that all Matt sees is white.

He feels a sense of pride in making you feel this good, he’s never seen you react this animated during sex before. The combination of the location, the stimulation from the water, and the pent up sexual frustration being enough to intensify your orgasm.

Matt pulls you off of him slowly, gently placing you back down on the rocky floor. He gives you a goofy, fucked out smile as he glances down at your bare chest. Your bikini top is floating down stream quickly, threatening to get lost in the wilderness with each passing second. Your arms are quick to wrap around your chest, suddenly feeling exposed like you weren’t just having the loudest sex ever.

“I’ll get it,” he chuckles, adjusting his boxers and swimming downstream effortlessly towards your top. You thank God for sending you such an observant and kind boyfriend, one who was willing to make you feel good and then take care of you afterwards.

Once he reaches it, he throws the bikini your way, causing water to splash in your face. Even though he was just balls deep in you, you find yourself turning your back to him while you put the bikini back on. He’s too busy swimming against the stream to notice though, the realization of how lost you truly were finally settling in.

For now, though, the two of you were content with a night under the stars away from prying eyes.

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A/n:

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Me after writing this

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[lordsukunas]

tldr: suguru as a child/early teenager and his journey as a sorcerer after he meets you, his new neighbor.

cw: mentions of vomiting, not in-depth. not edited, not beta-read, rushed, and possibly ooc suguru. gender neutral and sorcerer!reader.

a/n: sigh... i’m so tired. probably when i wake up i’ll actually edit it, but i just needed to get something out, so maybe consider this a lil teaser...? i might make a second part expanding on how he ends up going to jjt n then whenever he defects, but im absolutely exhausted rn. exams have been kicking my ass </3 + im going to a festival so this might not be edited for a lil while longer. sorry yall!

a part of me thinks suguru would live in some small, unknown little town. the people are closed-minded, content with the life they’ve built for themselves, and they don’t want it to change. if you’re born there, it’s hard to get out, especially with such few opportunities. it’s a town meant to keep aspiring little doves caged within its walls.

so imagine some six, maybe seven year-old boy going around saying he sees monsters sometimes. of course, the first conclusion any adult would reach is that the poor thing is having nightmares. he’ll grow out of it — all of them do.

but suguru doesn’t.

he’s afraid to sleep at night, and despite his parents’ pleas for him to sleep in their bed, he says that he can’t. “what if you get hurt too?”

they end up having to sneak melatonin in his dinner to get him to sleep at night.

when he turns eleven, he gets a grasp on his technique. he has to eat the monsters, consume them so that they don’t go out and hurt anyone else. that’s easy enough, right?

for the first few weeks, he vomits. they taste disgusting, like dried, crusty rags used to clean up puke and shit. but he has to do it, he has to! otherwise, who’s going to keep his innocent parents safe?

so he keeps going. exorcise, consume, puke. exorcise, consume, puke. exorcise, consume, puke.

exorcise and consume.

then, at age twelve, you come along.

you’re like the sun peeking through the dark clouds after days full of rain and thunder. a breath of fresh air, a sugary treat to balance out the saltiness of this shitty town.

you move into the once abandoned house right beside his, a radiant smile on your face and eyes twinkling with determination.

beautiful, perfect, normal.

the two of you click almost instantly, although suguru’s a little reluctant at first — what if you think he’s weird? his parents and teachers say he’s a bit troubled, nosy neighbors joke that he’s a few sandwiches short of a picnic, and bored grandmas claim he’s been touched by the devil. despite their rumors, despite suguru’s reputation, despite the fact you two are polar opposites, you don’t avoid him. in fact, it’s like those things just entice you even more.

“suguru.”

the fear in your voice catches him off-guard, and he stops walking. your hand grips the hem of his jacket, and your finger slowly raises to point towards the corner.

“what is that?”

it’s a crude thing. skin a dingy shade of purple, stubby limbs twisted and contorted into impossible angles, and jagged yellow teeth that poke past its thin, cracked lips.

that’s when he realizes it: you can see them too.

he’s not alone. finally, fucking finally, suguru geto is not alone.

by thirteen, you and suguru are attached at the hip. there’s not a day where the two of you don’t see each other, even when you get grounded for accidentally breaking a bathroom stall trying to exorcise a curse.

they’re so ungrateful.

he’s tainted your image. you were once normal, the cute neighbor nextdoor, but now you’re best friends with suguru, the pretty boy with the strange bangs and broken mind.

you don’t care though, and he loves that you never have.

nothing can separate you. you go to school together, take the same classes (thanks to suguru modifying his schedule), walk home together, exorcise curses together.

you’re all he needs, and he’s all you need. you’re the only ones who understand each other on a fundamental level, who know each other inside and out, down to the very last atom in your bodies.

with you, he’s sure that he can snap the chain and leave this place, to soar so high in the sky that there’s nothing and no one left but you and him.

you hand suguru his slushie, and he takes a long sip, letting the sugar-filled drink wash away the lingering taste of today’s curse.

“sometimes, i think we’re kinda like batman and superman.”

suguru can’t help but scoff. “us? you think we’re superheroes?” how unsurprisingly childish of you.

you nod, snapping your kit-kat bar in half and taking a bite out of it. “yeah, dude! we fight alien bad guys with our superpowers. pretty cool, right?”

he leans back, legs spread and an arm resting on the back of the bench. “sure, but they always get rewarded for saving the day. what do we get?” he doesn’t wait for your answer. “nothing.”

a small frown flits across your typically cheerful features, and suguru wishes he could shove his words back into his mouth and down his throat.

“mm... i think we get stuff. we get to see our parents safe, and even if no one else here really likes us, they’re safe thanks to us, too.” the toe of your shoe traces shapes into the pavement. “we’re the only ones that can do this, suguru. it’s our duty.”

right. duty.

suguru hums, but you can’t tell whether it’s in agreement or not. you decide that it doesn’t matter, that he’s just thinking like always.

“wish i was rich, though," you joke and pop the rest of your little kit-kat stick into your mouth.

after a moment, he shakes his head and takes a sip of his bright purple drink. “me too.”

[i-jus-wanna-writehappy]

Desperate For You - Toji

18+ minors not welcome

Pairing: ex!Toji Fushiguro x fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, masturbation, reader is present in theory, maybe he’s in love with you and doesn’t know how to say that

Author’s Note: I’m not necessarily a Toji girlie (don’t get me wrong, he fine as hell), but I’m a lil stuck on Abundance part 2 and got this quick lil idea. Toji seems a little hard and unfeeling in fics, and I wanted to try something a bit different, I hope y’all like it 😘

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“Hey, make sure you didn’t leave any shit in my bathroom.” Toji calls out to the woman he hears opening the front door to commence her walk of shame. He doesn’t bother looking up to make sure she hears him - her snort and muttered “asshole” as she slams the door was enough to let him know she did - he’s too busy swiping through your latest post on Instagram. The events of the night before are documented on social media for him to see, and Toji finds his length twitching as he scrolls through the set of photos and sees the subtle wear and tear of your drinks and dancing.

Toji used to love when you came home, tipsy and craving to be stuffed until you couldn’t support your own weight anymore and were begging him to please please cum in you. By the time he reaches the final photo, his cock is standing stiff and needy and the rim of your glass is littered with what seems like dozens of lip stains matching your favorite lipstick, making him wish he could see the vibrant color stretched around the base of his cock.

Reaching into his pants to rub the head of his dick with his thumb the way you used to, Toji is hit with an idea, wicked and filthy, which makes it perfect for him. Peeling off his tight shirt, Toji pockets his phone and goes back to his room.

There were a lot of people who would blame Toji for your breakup. Something about nonchalance and jealousy don’t make a good mix and wandering eyes, blah blah blah. One thing no one who had ever spoken to Toji - or seen the way he looks at you - could refute, was that you had the tightest, wettest, warmest pussy he’d ever sunken into, and he’d do whatever he could to feel it again, to feel it now.

For a few ravenous weeks after the breakup, Toji could seduce you into his sheets. Sometimes he’d only have to send you a text in the dark of the night, others, he’d sneak up behind you in line at your regular cafe, placing his hand on your hip and pressing his bulge into your ass like you’d never broken up and he was convincing you to cancel your plans the spend the day in bed with him. In bed, in the tub, in the kitchen, on the floor on the way back to the bed - if he’d have you abandoning your day, he’d be sure to keep you busy. But then, one night, you didn’t respond at all, not even to tell him to get a life or just jerk off, it was just radio silence.

He knew why when the gossipy old greeter at the grocery store the next afternoon called out his name, a playful lilt to her voice, “I’m glad to see at least one of you is moving on. She looked so lovely and happy. Your ex-girlfriend. Expensive restaurant I saw ‘em at too. He must be rich.” Toji sneered at her delighted grin, “Shut up, you old cow.” He called over his shoulder, white hot heat building in his stomach. One date with some nice guy asshole and you can’t even respond to his texts? That’s what was rich, fuck that guy.

But then you stopped responding to any of Toji’s calls or texts, you wouldn’t even give in when he’d tease you about your new boyfriend. You’d even gone so far as to switch cafes so Toji couldn’t intercept your mornings anymore, and it made him furious. What, were you worried he’d convince you to abandon your morals? That he’d be able to pull you into him by your waist and nibble at your neck until you dumped that piece of shit with a video of Toji pounding into your pussy, your ass slapping against his thighs with wet squelches?

He gave up after a while, but a week ago, you publicly became a single woman again, posting your slutty little pictures in a dress your old boyfriend would have begged you to only wear at home, hence his current plan.

Whether you’d like to admit it or not, you craved the sweaty entanglement of your limbs, supplementing your air with his own while you ground yourself on his steadily leaking cock, Toji knows it. All this time, you’ve been unsatisfied, like him, heat building and only able to be extinguished by the other. And without a doubt, Toji was going to exploit your need however he needed, as long as he’d get to drench himself in your juices again.

Phone set up just right and recording his every move, Toji settles on his bed, propped up on his knees, unable to stop the mean chuckle that tumbles from his lips as he pulls his jogging pants just low enough to reveal his heavy balls, twitching at their base for you. As he braces himself with a strong hand on the bed, Toji grips his cock with the other, thrusting into his tight hold and remembering how you’d feel around him.

“Fuuck.” He moans, grunting through gritted teeth as he fights to keep a steady pace. There was a time where Toji teased you meanly for enjoying videos like these, soft, solo, and noisy. Now though, that he seeks to tempt you, he’s glad to know what you like, even if he thinks it’s stupid. What matters is exploding in you again, letting his thick cum build in you until there’s no doubt that he’d bound the two of you forever. Then, he could revel in holding your throat in his grasp and asking you in person if his precious slut was done showing her ass and finally ready to let the veiny surface of his cock leave an imprint in the slick pussy he calls home.

Thinking of being buried in you again lights an urgency in Toji - yeah, he feels good, but he’s ready to send this to you now. The sooner your thighs start to rub together at the sight of his leaking tip, the better. So, chasing the anticipation of fucking you until neither of you can remember how to separate, Toji begins to fuck into his fist rather than letting his calloused hand glide along his shaft, pretending to be yours.

The steadily growing pool of arousal gathering at the ridge of his head begins to produce an almost nostalgic squelching noise. Even more memories of you engulfing Toji’s angry, leaking cock wash over him, pushing a low groan from his throat. With both hands now stacking to cover his length, Toji transitions to irregular thrusts, letting his head fall back for a moment as another grunted, “Fuck.” leaves his lips alternating in a cycle just as irregular as his thrusts as he approaches his climax.

As he feels his balls swell, Toji ramps up his speed, envisioning the soft cock drunk smile you’ll give him in affirmation when he asks if you want more. You always take everything he gives you, for as long as he can give it to you. Always.

Toji almost gets overwhelmed by his orgasm, but he pushes forward, for you. Going back to one hand, Toji hisses quickly before releasing a throaty moan as his cum quickly begins to cover his hand, his continued thrusts smearing the arousal from his head to his base. By the time he’s finally milked himself dry, Toji feels almost lightheaded. He can’t help the dry laugh that passes his lips as he realizes just how much he came. He really really can’t wait to touch you again.

Looking up at the camera now, Toji’s lips stretch into a lazy smile, “‘S all for you, mama.” Toji stops the recording and cuts out the extra bits at the beginning and the end while also maneuvering cleaning himself off. As soon as the video saves, Toji pulls up your contact and sends you a text. He knows you - what you want and what you need - and now that he’s laid his bait, Toji can relax, collapsing down into his couch and waiting for you to bite.

And thankfully for him and his stirring cock, you do. Half an hour after sending the video, Toji’s phone buzzes beside him.

I’ll be home in 20, come meet me. Show up late, and I won’t let you in.

[meraki-yao]

For ficlet Friday- 1 for firstprince 💕

(and if you think you want to…maybe 6 for taynick? 👀🫶)

HOLY SHIT THIS TOOK ME ALL NIGHT

1. The truth is… : Firstprince

Henry laughs a little when Alex finally tells him about the J14 magazine, the object of his confession sitting on the bed in their room in the lake house, still glossy with baby Henry’s photo after all these years. He was kind of planning on taking this secret to the grave. Okay fine, maybe not to the grave, he can’t do that to Henry. He’ll tell him eventually. Maybe after marriage though? But when he opened his suitcase during their weekend vacation in his dad’s lake house just to see the magazine that started it all lying on top of his packed clothes, with a post-it note in June’s handwriting “You’re Welcome :P”, and for Henry to walk in just to see Alex trying to figure out how to deal with the cursed magazine, scrambling to hide it behind his back, cheeks red and flustered, well, the explanation is demanded much sooner than he’d like to. So Alex flips open to the page with the first sight of Henry he’s ever seen, tracing over the faint grease marks left by his fingers throughout the year, and tells his side of the story, of being to oddly entranced by the little prince smiling on the page, sneaking into June’s room just to touch his hair, wondering how it would feel like underneath his fingertips, soft, golden locks twirled around his chocolate skin. The truth is, it felt kind of embarrassing to tell Henry that he has actually, subconsciously beaten Henry in the “who fell for the other first” competition. After all, he was kind of the person who started their initially antagonistic relationship, and he was the one who was too stubborn to admit that he liked talking to Henry when they were becoming tentative friends. He was also the one to tease Henry when his prince admitted he’s been in love with him since the day they met. But after he stammers through his confession, Henry just giggles, the sweet private smile when his ducks his chin. The last of the day’s sun shines through and highlights his hair, a golden crown, on the world’s most beautiful prince. Light pink dusts his cheeks, light sparkles in his eyes, and Alex is in love again. And all the stupid worry dissipates. The truth is, it doesn’t really matter who fell first. They’re here now, and no matter what they will always find their way towards each other. And that’s the universal constant.

6. Everything is telling them not to. : Taynick

“This is a dangerous idea.” Nicholas whispers.   “I know.” Taylor answers back. There are a million reasons why this is a bad idea. He hasn’t dated in years, and for a good reason, both emotion-wise and practicality-wise. His career is finally taking off in a direction he can be happy and even proud of, he’s been taking project after project, his schedule is filled to the brink… and that’s just the list of his personal concerns. There’s the issue of co-workers getting together, the issue of their personal relationship getting in the way of this production, the issue of neither of them being in a position where they can come out without their career being affected… And what happens if this doesn’t work, the memory of a beautiful summer tainted with the blood of a broken heart. Everything is telling them not to. Except their hearts. He didn’t expect to like Taylor this much when he took this project, or when he met Taylor in their chemistry test, or they were rehearsing intimate scenes, limbs tangled up while they tried not to laugh at their compromising positions. Truthfully, he really did see an immediate friend in Taylor. He didn’t expect to see more. It’s getting simultaneously harder yet clearer to draw the line between Henry and himself. Taylor is charming, and charismatic, and kind. That’s lovely, but that’s nothing new that Nick hasn’t realised as a friend. But Taylor being protective of him, being so caring and careful with him; that’s new. It’s different. And it’s… it’s making his heart beat faster and something warm in chest expand. He doesn’t know if it’s some sort of character bleed, of Alex’s attitude towards Henry creeping into Taylor. But a month into shooting, Taylor starts remember his breakfast orders, bringing his latte to set for him. During emotional-challenging scenes, he checks on him after every take and hugs him after they wrap, long arms around him, pressing him into his broad chest. He picks up the phone no more than three rings when Nick is rolling around on his bed, plagued by insomnia, It’s… nice. It’s not that Taylor’s pampering or babying him or anything, nothing of the sort, but it’s very endearing. And safe. There’s something so comforting about the way he and Taylor just connects and clicks, like a puzzle piece in the tapestry that makes him up finally finding its match to create another special thing. He can feel it, it’s precious, and rare, and miraculously beautiful. And Taylor can feel it too. Seeing as earlier today, two weeks before they wrap, he asked Nick for a dinner date to talk things out, figure out what are they going to do with this magnetic attraction.   Which is where they are now. “I’m in if you are.” Taylor says, his voice steadier than ever, and despite everything, Nick feels so, so safe, with his hands in Taylor’s larger ones, warm and loving. “We’ll figure this out. Step by step. Just like they did.” He faintly wonders if, in some weird, twisted arrangement of fate, they’re some sort of reincarnation of Alex and Henry, always tied by a red string of fate in every universe, in every name and identity. But regardless of whatever unknown forces are at play, right now, he’s Nicholas Galitzine, he’s an actor, he really likes his co-star, and he really, really wants to try this out. “I’m in.” Taylor smiles, brighter than a million suns. “Then let’s fucking do this, baby.”

Yeah I feel like I lost it at the end with the Taynick one... but hopefully this is okay?

Gonna write the rest of the prompts I got in the morning, night y'all

Prompt List

[thepenultimateword]

please write some fluff hero x hero as they’re trying to retire to get married and settle down 🙏🙏

tbh retirement age for hero’s must be like 30 at the latest. I don’t think they last long.

“Noooo,” Hero groaned, slapping their palms over their eyes

Other Hero paused in the middle of their dark decor, fanged mask in hand. “What?”

“You’re not hanging that in our living room!”

“How’s that any different?” Other Hero said, pointing at the candy blue cape hung on the other wall.

“It pops! Brings some warmth to the room. People like warmth not…” they made a circular wave at the dark mask, “reminders of their fading mortality.”

“Oh, right, that would be bad, we’ll just give them a headache instead.”

Hero stomped their feet together and folded their arms. “You liked it!”

“I liked it better on you.” They stepped up to their angry newlywed, tucking a piece of honied hair behind their ear. “Too big for you. So adorable and bright. It brought out your eyes.”

Their fingers trailed down their jaw.

Hero leaned in on tiptoe, noses just brushing, voice lowered to a whisper. “I don’t want the mask over the hearth.”

“Curse it!”

“But. To make it fair I’ll move the cape as well. Oh! Maybe let’s just have a show room! Dedicated to our mementos! A Hero and Other Hero collection. People would pay to see that!”

Other Hero shrugged. “They’ll forget about us soon enough.”

Hero's bright grin faded and their petite form wilted. Retirement wasn't as simple as they'd thought. It all made sense in their head; they wanted to live comfortably with Other Hero. So many times in their career they'd thought it would never happen. That one of them would meet an untimely end before they made this far. The last month had been torture. They'd probably called Other Hero's mission comm over a hundred times, checking in on them. And no, they weren't so old, but their bodies couldn't take the strain of the job anymore. They deserved to take it easy. And yet. Was that it?

They'd dedicated their life to helping this city, time, relationships, their own well-being. And it was nothing more than a blip in history. Other Hero was right. New heroes would step up to replace them and soon no one would even remember the two of them or anything they'd done.

Strong arms wrapped around their waist, and Other Hero's chin rested in the crook of the shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"Mm. Doesn't matter."

Other Hero traced the scars spattered over Hero's neck. "Yes, it does."

Hero turned around, sinking against their spouse's chest and reaching to cup their face in both hands. They roved the worn eyes, several-times-broken crooked nose, and the dark circles that still hadn't faded.

"More nightmares? You were tossing and turning last night."

"I guess I'm still getting used to not being on call."

Liar. That was one thing Hero wouldn't miss. They were going to spoil Other Hero rotten until all those inner scars faded away.

They looped their arms around Other Hero's neck. "Hey, remember when I used to sneak into your side of the agency?"

Other Hero snorted. "We got penalized at least a dozen times."

"Those dating rules were ridiculous. No relationships between departments?"

"To be fair, you were a TV hero," Other Hero said, rubbing circles into Hero's back. "You needed to be preserved. My training was to put the job above my life. They didn't want me getting attachments."

Another thing they wouldn't miss.

"I loved you from the moment I saw you." Hero grinned. "They didn't stand a chance."

The next thing they knew they were off the ground and in Other Hero's arm. "Everything is going to be ok," they murmured. "Yeah?"

Hero nodded, basking in the quiet warmth and the weight of their arms. After several moments, they said, "Should we start unpacking the kitchen? I'll make brownies. And this time we won't have to run out the door before they're done."

Other Hero kissed their forehead. "Sounds perfect."

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[mermaidgirl30]

Wip Wednesday!

Thank you for the tags @alltheirdamn @joelmillerisapunk @milla-frenchy @burntheedges @sawymredfox 🩷

I am working on a pile of things, and my docs are a mess right now. But here is a sneak peek at some things I’ve got in the works!

1. QZ! Joel

He cups your chin again, turning you slightly to him as his calloused fingertips brush a strand of hair behind the slope of your ear, breathing down your neck as you finally smell him. He smells woodsy, summer sweat kissing the air, cheap whiskey filling your senses. Then he looks deep in your eyes, one hand falling slowly to the top of the table, fingertips curling over the scratched wood, his jaw flexing as his eyes travel down to your lips for just a second, a breath in time. And suddenly you’re frozen in place, waiting for something to happen, something that shouldn’t happen. He wouldn’t, he’s not…

Another soft graze of his rough knuckles to your cheek and then the front door slams open, sending both of you back in your chairs.

2. Still chipping away at ch 5 of dbf! Joel

After you and Joel have showered and thrown on white, silky robes, you sit on the balcony and watch the sunset paint the sky purple and amber colors that look like a masterpiece. You lean into Joel on the reclining chair, letting his fingertips trace up and down your arms slowly while his lips brush against the shell of your ear.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” you ask, watching the waves slowly lap against the sand while he murmurs in your ear.

“Mhm, gorgeous.” He grazes his lips against your cheek and whispers sweet words into your ear. “You wanna go back inside? Let me make love to my girl,” he whispers as he trails another kiss over your cheek.

You spin around and smile up at him. “Okay, handsome. What’d you have in mind?” you giggle.

He smirks down at you and chuckles. “You remember when we were watching Scream on Halloween night, and I asked about the whole handcuff thing?”

You raise your eyebrows in question and nod. “Yeah, what about it?”

“Well, don’t exactly have the handcuffs, but that black silk ribbon I asked you to bring? Gonna use that to tie you to the headboard. Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart. That what you want?” he asks with a long Southern drawl, eyes darkening as he speaks to you in a deep voice.

You gulp and nod your head. “Okay, daredevil. Take me to bed then,” you whisper into the shell of his ear.

3. Modern day witch trial Joel one shot!

He remembers everything. The pain, the loss, the absolute horror of living day after day in a town full of demons. And now he bleeds himself dry night after night, day after day. He has nothing left to give, no fight present in him. Now he’s just a hollow body, a broken man cursed to live in a place he so desperately despises. He wants out. God, does he want out.

But now there’s you. The woman he’s pined after for months. The rare beauty that captured his black heart, a ray of sunshine that showed him the light. It was the small smiles and grazing of skin, the gifted flowers, the afternoon small talks in the wildflower fields. He wishes he got the chance to kiss you, to tell you how much you saved him after his daughter was taken from him. But now it’s too late. He couldn’t save Sarah, and now he can’t save you. And it kills him, it fucking kills him.

He hears your gut wrenching screams, hears the crowd chant “Witch” repeatedly as his ears bleed dry. He covers his ears, kneels on the ground as dirt covers the fabric of his worn pants. He can’t hear it, can’t bear to know they’re torturing you. He wants to murder all of them, burn the whole goddamn town down, and maybe he will. Maybe this will push him to his last straw. He certainly won’t watch them burn you. No. He has to do something, anything.

No pressure tags and anyone else who wants to participate 😊 @janaispunk @maggiemayhemnj @magpiepills @syd-djarin @mountainsandmayhem

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[sprinklepartyfall]

So, in light of this, and finding out Bloodmoon died apparently, the brainrot began, enjoy.

@o-i-w-u pspspspsps-

The trick board.

(Spirit/Monster?) Bloodmoon twins x Reader

[Insignificant Warnings: This is medium-long in length, I did not proofread this, it basically gets cut off as a cliffhanger at the end.]

In a far off timeline, the world was shattered. Chaos from the breakdown of the leaders and the cowardly actions of the followers. Luckily, you never liked people, so you were already pretty skilled at avoiding them, yay anti-social behavior-!

As a lone survivor, you learned pretty fast that most easy things were probably a trap made by other survivors. You had been currently walking around a store, sneaking around the people already there to grab supplies and go. That was before you heard them... talking to themselves? To air maybe?

Once you got a closer look, it seemed they'd been trying to use an ouija board... how someone could find one was a mystery, and why they would keep it was beyond you. But it was funny that they tried, and quite clearly failed to talk to whatever ghost or demon they were trying to find.

You stuck around, mostly since they were arguing and, well, it was over something stupid and you needed entertainment. That was when you got one idea, it only seemed to be three people... so you stole the ouija board while they were distracted, causing quite the fright when they noticed. Chaos was one thing that would never leave the broken world you lived in, and that was somehow a small comfort for you.

You'd left the building, walking through the shadows with your newly acquired item as the yelling of panic fades behind you. Was it mean? Yes. But was it funny? Hell yeah. The board, along with its little planchette, was under your arm.

You walked to an abandoned park nearby, climbing up a tree burgrudgingly so you wouldn't be spotted, and set the board down. You didn't expect it to work, so you didn't bother trying, unlike the probable ghost that made it quite clear it wanted to talk. You nearly fell out of the tree when you saw it start moving, firstly because that was definitely not just the wind, and Secondly because that's not how it worked...

The piece went to the 'hello' area showing this was happening whether you wanted it to or not, you did not get a say in this. But of course, after a couple minutes of stunned silence, the spirit spoke again; 'R-E-S-P-O-N-D–T-O–U-S' that wasn't comforting, that wasn't comforting at all, there were MULTIPLE.

"...Hi..." You mumbled out warily, panicking a lot more internally than externally. 'H-E-L-L-O' The spirit spelled out, even though there was a spot that already said hello- 'Y-O-U–L-I-V-E' The spirit pointed out, making you tense even more, maybe you were just insane? That would probably be... worse actually... "I am." You responded hesitantly, glancing around to make sure you weren't about to die some cruel death.

'W-H-Y–T-E-N-S-E' oh gee, you wonder why, it totally isn't the fact you're probably haunted or cursed now. "No reason." You stated simply, because you aren't going to be a jerk, that would be rude. "Who are you?" Your tone was polite although with a hint of anxiety, which was probably not fine. Most people would run from this... in fact, you would have been too, if it weren't for the fact you were in a tree, and would probably just lay there in defeat if you fell.

'B-L-O-O-D-M-O-O-N' You had to pause at that name, it wasn't common at all and definitely didn't scream "I'm friendly!" But you were probably stuck with it in some way now. "...nice to meet you." You responded politely, how else were you supposed to react to this? You were an anxious introvert and this was a potentially bloodthirsty ghost, not a great combination.

'Y-O-U–S-M-A-L-L' they pointed out, in which you weren't actually THAT small... so how tall was this ghost?? Apparently, much taller than you. "Okay... why are you... talking to me?" You asked, ignoring the strange spirits words. 'Y-O-U–L-O-O-K–F-R-A-G-I-L-E' the spirit responded, a sudden chill running down your spine as it spoke. "...is that a good thing to you?" You responded sheepishly, tilting your head slightly as you spoke. Instead of an answer, however, the planchette was thrown at your head, hitting the tree behind you. A few small bits of bark fell from the trees trunk, and you felt so thankful that you tilted your head out of its way.

"Nope, nope, nope, nope-" You started repeating as you moved to get up, you were ready to climb down and run now, but that was before you were grabbed by something... maybe someone.

You yelped, yet it was muffled by a cold hand over your mouth, another wrapped around your waist as you were pulled into the tree. Your eyes wideneding before shutting completely, a dizzy feeling overwhelming your senses as you were taken away.

Once you had regained your senses, finally opening your eyes, you were met with a void and... a face strangely close to you. You flinched back, now noticing the feeling of someone holding you from behind as they had chuckled at your feared reaction. "Other, they are finally awake." The one in your face stated with a grin.

It seemed like it was themed after the moon, yet showed no sign of silver aside from the silver star on its chest... it had various shades of red adoring its large form. It was a good four, maybe five feet taller than you and god was it intimidating. It looked like some sort of beast, claws, sharp teeth bared in that eerie grin it showed you. It looked... scaly in a way, its skin looked rough with the fading scars along its chest, arms, and left hip. It wore some sort of navy blue robe of sorts, yet it didn't cover much of its appearance like most would, more so just... kept it warm, maybe?

"Indeed other! It seems they survived!" The one that held you, or 'other'? Spoke, its excitement clear. its appearance quiet similar to the other creatures, the only differences being its star was gold, it had less scars, and it felt a bit fuzzy...

"They seem confused." 'Brother' spoke, its voice holding clear amusement as it held your chin up. "Yes, but I like them like this." 'Other' stated mischievously, squeezing your form in its grip, earning a slight squeak from you. "W-where am I‽" you blurted out, finally choking out the words stuck in your throat.

"In a void." 'Brother' stated bluntly, its grin widening slyly as it looked you up and down. "But- no- why-" You stammered, trying to lean away from both of them, but you couldn't move much... you were trapped with them. "Relax, little human! We won't hurt you, much~" 'Other' teased, pressing you further into it with a smug expression. "I-I can't stay here! I need to go back!" You exclaimed, trying desperately to reason with them, but it only earned chuckles of amusement. "No, no. You can' leave..." 'Brother' trailed off, both their grips on you tightening possessively...

"You're ours now, human."

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[Oh my god, I contemplated giving up like three times while writing this. This is what happens when I get a prompt and make it up as I go. My notes app says this is like nine pages long too.]

[phantoms-lair]

New School New You.

For @era-the-witchy-birdkid's Super!Conan AU

Elementary School was demeaning, boring, and it was taking all he had not to snap at the next kid who asked him what kind of weird name 'Conan' was.

Maybe he should snap? That might be more believable for his apparent age. Ugh, this sucked.

And while he appreciated the easier gym class to the Kishida-sensei's drill sergeant approach, it was perhaps too far in the other direction as the gym teacher had just set them up on a soccer field with some balls and left them alone??? That couldn't be legal. Still it was nice to be outside. He hadn't had much time for playing since he'd quit the soccer team to focus on cases and the sun on his skin felt good.

Still it was nice just kicking a ball around. It had always helped him think. And the sounds of being impressed from his new classmates were much better than jabs about his name and well...he had always been a bit of a show off, so why not give his new classmates a show?

He bounced the ball up and then kicked it as hard as he could. The ball whizzed past the goalies head - and kept going. It stretched the net to capacity and broke through, slamming into the oak tree of the other side before knocking it clear over.

No way.. Conan fell to the ground, staring at the damage he had inadvertently caused, the poor goalie sobbing on his knees. The gym teacher finally reappeared and ran to comfort him before shooing all the kids back in to get changed out of their gym clothes. His classmates gave him a wide berth and he honestly couldn't blame them.

Still, there had to be a logical reason. Old netting on the goal post, rot in the tree, something. He went back to the scene of the incident after school to gather evidence. Sure this wasn't a crime, but this was a case and he was going to solve it.

It looked like the net had already been removed, so he'd have to concentrate on the tree. Cursing his tiny legs he had to stand on tip-toe to see the broken area and-

"What are you doing?"

Conan almost fell over in surprise. He turned around to see three of his new classmates staring at him. "I'm trying to find out why the tree fell over."

"Cause you kicked the ball at it!" The larger one proclaimed.

Conan narrowed his eyes. "A kid can't knock over a tree with a soccer ball. Not even a grown up could do that. There must have been something wrong with the tree." Hmm, it looked healthy enough, but he couldn't say anything without looking at it under a microscope. He pulled a chuck of wood out and it gave way easily. "See!" He waved the wood around. "On a healthy tree I'd need a cutting tool or something to get that out." "Unless," The tall thin boy countered. "It broke because you have super strength. Obviously then you pulling it out wouldn't change anything because your hand are as strong as your legs."

Conan rolled his eyes. Kids. "Super strength isn't a real thing."

"The prove it!" The larger boy countered. "Prove you don't have super strength."

"How?" Conan asked dryly.

The three kids converged together and whispered, then turned to face Conan, ready to give their answer.

He crossed his arms. "Is it something that would get me hurt if, as I said, I don't have super strength."

The three kids looked at each other and returned to their huddle. When they broke this time the girl spoke. "You need to try and break something that we know isn't easily broken. Like a piece of metal!"

"And where are you going to get the metal? I'm not breaking the soccer goalposts."

"There's construction work going on around the Columbo restaurant. I bet there's something there!" the thin boy declared.

"Great idea, Mitsuhiko-kun!" the girl complained.

The boy now identified as Mitsuhiko-kun blushed. "Thank you, Ayumi-chan!"

Two names down, at least. "Let's go and get this farce over."

~

The site had already closed for the day, but it was easy enough to sneak inside.

The larger boy, who'd since been identified as Genta, tried to lift up and I-Beam and could barely budge it. "That should do."

"Anything to get this over with." Conan grabbed the beam with both hands and froze. He pantomimed trying to lift it, appearing to strain his muscles. "See?"

The three kids looked disappointed. "I guess there was something wrong with the tree after all," Mitsuhiko sighed. "Sorry for bothering you."

Once they'd left, Conan looked at the underside of the I-Beam. There were indents from his hand, indents he'd felt himself making. He looked over to where Genta had grabbed it. Nothing.

Almost mechanically he slotted his hands back to where the indents were and pulled in opposite directions. The I-Beam tore like tissue paper.

Conan stared at the twisted metal What did that poison do to me?

[stinkysatan]

Make or break

Dottore x fem!reader

THIS PIECE IS NSFW MINORS DNI

Angst, blood, mental abuse, stockholm syndrome, neglect, gore, torturing, murder, vaginal sex, corruption, choking, manipulation, swearing, reader spiraling into insanity, use of Dottore's presumed real name, not proofread

"Zandik wait up!" You yelled, running after your project partner. Honestly, why were you assigned to him in the first place? Of course, you didn't complain all that much, he was definitely one of, if not the smartest student in the akademiya. Also, he was quite easy on the eyes. Still, you two were nothing alike, the clash of personalities surely would make an impact on your ability to work together.

The man rolled his eyes at your loud behavior, but slowed down anyway. It would only be a hassle to him if you got lost or died, not to mention he would have to bother with another useless student. At least you were actually somewhat competent. You stopped right behind him to catch your breath, before looking up into his crimson eyes. "Archons, how are you walking so fast..." You mumbled before straightening up.

He didn't reply, so you too decided to ignore him, continuing your journey into the depths of Sumeru. After a while you two had gotten to the area that you knew a thing or two about. "Scholras shouldn't wander in here." You stated, looking at your partner as he scoffed. "What, you going to snitch on us?" He asked with an evident annoyance, to which you chuckled and shook your head.

"I was just stating a fact. I did actually sneak in here a year ago when working on a project." You replied, carefully heading down the cliff. That actually managed to amuse your companion. Maybe he had the wrong impression of you. You managed to catch his attention, which now was focused solely on you.

"There are some ruins around here that we can research. Though, there are some... obstacles in the way." You told him, to which he raised an eyebrow. "Some of khaenri'ahn machines. I didn't dare get close before." You explained quickly, making Zandik even more impressed. "I suppose we should manage if it's the two of us." He replied, following your lead for the first time.

You actually felt quite proud of yourself for getting his approval. Truth be told, you didn't expect the two of you to get along. You knew he was keen on bending the rules, but you had no idea he would straight up break them with you. Cautiously, the two of you made your way inside the ruins. You took your notepad and started writing down your observations.

Meanwhile, Zandik cautiously slipped away, noticing a peculiar machine. It appeared to be an inactive ruin guard. He kneeled In front of it, examining its parts. The core was completely in tact which was quite unusual. Just as he reached out to take it, he heard a peculiar sound.

You froze in your spot, looking behind you, noticing that your research partner was nowhere in sight. "Shit" you cursed under your breath, quickly tucking your notes away and rushing in the direction of the sound. You rushed into a spacious room, your eyes searched for the familiar man, and before you could say anything to him, a ruin hunter glided in from another room.

To say you were scared would be an understatement. Sure, you saw some of these machines around, but not ones like this. Not ones that were active. Your fingers trembled as you grabbed your sword. You manages to parry it's first attack, but the second one you barely dodged. The blade sliced your arm, making you scream out in pain.

Zandik thought about what would be the most beneficial move. He hid behind a fallen pillar, but finally decided to stand up. The sight of you, at the machine's mercy was somehow amusing. Still, he could benefit from saving your life. You would feel indebted to him after all. Scanning the ground he found a broken polearm, but it would do. With an outstanding precision, he managed to hit the beast right in its 'eye', making it fall right next to you.

You snapped your head in your saviors direction, letting out a sigh of relieve. "And here I was, wanting to rescue 𝘠𝘰𝘶." A chuckle left your lips after saying those words, but it was cut out by a wince. Zandik's eyes darted to your would, as he let out a sigh. "How bothersome. Sit, we'll take care of it. I have some strong numbing cream in my bag, please apply it." He said, as he went to fetch your bag which you left in the other room.

When you thought he was about to do something nice, the man actually took his time to think. Truth be told, he probably wouldn't taken on the machine by himself if it wasn't distracted. Maybe, just maybe you could actually prove useful. Just then, an idea popped into his head. Such a sweet and relatively naive girl. You weren't cautious at all by defending him so recklessly and telling him about bending the akademiya's rules. What if he completely broke you? If your mind wouldn't take it, he could dispose of you anyway.

When he made it back, he looked at you. Sitting there on this fallen pillar, smiling at him weakly and clutching your arm. You thought his smirk was directed at you, but in reality it was at his own wicked thoughts. He would 𝘉𝘳𝘦��𝘬 you. Slowly but surely. A puppet he could control. That's your destiny.

After a week of your research, you were confident that you had gotten close to Zandik. He revealed to you his fascination with khaenri'ahn technology, and to his delight you actually agreed with him, except you didn't actively try and solve their mysteries. It only made you even more of a perfect candidate for his own experiment.

Unfortunately for you, your research has concluded. Time passed without you getting to see Zandik. At least thanks to your partner's special medicine your arm healed almost perfectly in such short amount of time. You didn't dare ask him about what was in it, he was still very secretive and you knew better.

You and your friends were hanging out in a Cafe, chatting about what you all have been up to. "You know, I'd rather walk around ruins than watch the sky every night and note EVERY little movement. Which there is almost none." Your friend complained, making you chuckle.

"Aw, but that's so much more romantic!" You exclaimed, hiding how you may have gone into restricted area... and how you got attacked. "Sure, if I had a partner. But we don't need those for such things. Speaking of which... Who did you get partnered up with?"

Just as you were about to open your mouth, Zandik himself strolled into the Cafe. When his eyes met yours, you gave him a light smile. He just mentioned for you to follow him and left. You were stumped. Should you really leave your friends and go after him? Maybe it's something important?

"Sorry, I'll be in a Minute." You said and left without explanation, much to your group's surprise. "Hi Zandik." You smiled at him, this time it was wider. He didn't look to pleased as he crossed his arms. "(Y/N), were those girls your friends?" He asked, making you tilt your head ever so slightly, confusion clearly visible on your face. "Huh? I mean, yeah. Why are you asking?"

The man clicked his tongue, clearly frustrated. "Don't worry about it. There's this test coming up in a few days. Since you said you're not good at the subject I thought I'd lend you my notes." He said handing you his notebook. You blinked a few times. "I-I did mention that?' You asked him skeptically.

The scholar narrowed his eyes at you. "Don't tell me you don't remember." He huffed, visibly annoyed. "I wanted to help you study actually but since you're with... friends, I guess we won't be doing that." Your heart skipped a beat when he offered to help you. Archons, you were starting to act like a high-school girl. Getting all embarrassed about your classmate trying to be nice.

"Ah... I suppose I can leave already. We were planning on a night out anyway. I'll just let them know and we can go to my place." You told him, before turning around and walking into the Cafe.

Zandik's facade was quickly dismissed, he couldn't help but to laugh out loud. It didn't even really occur to you that he had checked your grades and figured it all out himself. It was the easiest excuse to let you feel closer to him.

The study session was coming along well. The two of you sat in your room, which did make you feel a little uncomfortable due to the fact you didn't have another man over in quite a while. Nevertheless you managed to focus and actually did get quite a lot done.

"Are you hungry?" You asked suddenly, meeting Zandik's eyes. You could never get over how unusual they look. "Hm, perhaps a bit. Why?" He asked, closing the book and 'accidentally' brushing his hand against yours making you blush. Of course, it didn't go unnoticed. "I-I thought about making dinner. I could make some for you too, what do you say?" You tried to smile as sweetly as possible.

Your desperation to not be left alone was actually kind of amusing. "That's fine with me. I'll clean this mess up." He stated, gesturing at the various papers and books scattered across the table. You thanked him before rushing to the kitchen.

Of course, Zandik didn't plan on just cleaning. He had a whole plan already in motion. When he heard you loitering around the kitchen, he did a few more things around your room. Only when he was finished, he moved onto actual cleaning.

When you walked into your room you couldn't help but let out a surprised gasp. The sight of a man, sleeping peacefully on your bed made your stomach twist and your heart beat faster. Should you wake him up? Let him sleep? Instead of either you took your sweet time examining his facial features. The urge to move his hair out of it was growing stronger by the second. Fortunately for you, he finally stopped playing around, and opened his eyes to look at you. "I apologize... mind making me some coffee to this dinner?"

That night when you tried to go to sleep tou couldn't stop sniffing your pillow. Was it creepy? Yes. Were you embarrassed? Also, yes. But for some reason it smelled so good. What you never noticed was a small vial, smelling like pheromones, just laying in your trashcan.

You were getting ready for your night out, clothes done, make-up perfectly marched. And there's a knock on your door. Who could it be? You opened it just to see Zandik himself. Bloodied, his clothes torn as he almost fell into your arms. "A-Archons, Zandik!" You rushed to him, helping him get to your couch. "W-Wait here, I'll get someone to help!" You exclaimed, and just as you were about to leave, he grabbed your hand weakly.

Pulling you closer so that you stumbled and basically fell on him, getting his blood on yourself. "Please don't..." He pleaded meekly, looking at you with cloudy eyes. You didn't even mind getting your clothes ruined, you were too occupied with having a heart attack right now.

"Okay... I-I'll just grab some stuff to help you. I'll be in a second!" You got up way too fast, making your head spin a bit, but you had to get away. And you had to keep your partner alive. Fortunately you knew a thing or two about stitching people up so it shouldn't be a problem. Once you got back you stripped his upper clothes, leaving his torso bare.

You couldn't help yourself. Even in such a dire situation you were checking him out. His ever so slightly defined muscles, his pale skin, it unfortunately for you made you quite aroused. But only if you didn't look down to see his wound bleeding profusely.

After about an hour of cleaning and stitching you were done. Zandik dozed off somewhere in the middle of it, but you made sure to check his pulse every few minutes to be certain that he is in fact okay. Exhausted you sat next to him, removing your makeup and sighing.

Zandik never told you what happened. He spent the night at your place, and told you not to ask any questions. He still was nice enough to thank you. Of course, you were certain it had to do with his private research. Maybe you should start helping him with it.

Some time has passed. Your friends were mad at you, and you couldn't blame them. You stood them up for Zandik more times than you can count. The two of you sat in a library as you told him how you were feeling because of that. He scoffed. "So, they would rather have you leave me to bleed out. Some friends they are." He pointed out, making you think about it.

"You don't need them, (y/n). You have me now, and I have you to help me with my research." He added, making you blush again. It would be a lie If you said that you weren't falling for your partner in crime. Because you were. Hard. And maybe he was right. Your friends only cared about having fun, and not about their futures.

You took your second bag that you brought with you and handed it to Zandik. "I was actually near the chasm during the weekend. I brought you this." You said, watching his eyes as he looked at the contents. Various parts of machineries definitely made in khaenri'ah. He raised and eyebrow, questioning how did you even get your hands on these, since you're not a particularly skilled fighter.

Sending a sly smirk at him, you put your finger up to your lips. "A girl can't disclose her secrets. Just be grateful." You replied, to which he chuckled quietly, as not to disturb anyone. He really did start to be a bad influence on you. How marvelous.

You jumped a bit when Zandik pet your head. "Well aren't you a good girl." He whispered. You in turn went red in the face. Completely. "S-Stop!" You whisper-yelled at him, trying to cover your embarrassment. You felt his finger slip under your chin as his crimson eyes looked at your lips. "Hm, and here I thought you might like an award..." He whispered out, sending shivers down your spine.

Yeah, you most definitely already fell for Zandik in that moment.

Having a crush on your partner caused your whole life to be doomed. Just three months ago you two were assigned to each other on a project. And now you were locked up, in a cave, for at least 2 weeks now. You've only seen him once a day to bring you food, but he didn't talk, he dismissed all your empty threats and pleads.

The loneliness started getting to you. The weeks turned into a month and a half. Without any human contact. You were drained. But that's when Zandik finally said something to you. He said "You will assist me today. If you do well, I'll give you a reward." He said, making you perk up. At this point you would do anything for some touch, some contact. You nodded your head. He still didn't trust you enough to let you roam free. He gave you a collar and a chain.

"Well don't you make a fine pet." He laughed, stroking your dirty cheek. When was the last time he let you bathe yourself? A week ago? Probably. It was hard keeping up with the time in a cave without a sunlight. "W-Where are we going?" You asked him, but he didn't reply. You took that as a command to stay silent.

He led you into what looked like a lab. There was a person, chained to a wall. "(Y/N), I suppose you remember your friend?" He asked, making your eyes widen. Indeed, it was one of your late friends. At the mention of your name, she lashed out, screaming and struggling against her bindings. "You stupid bitch, it's all because of you! If you ha-" She was silenced by a kick. Your kick. You couldn't help it.

Hearing her swearing you out, blaming you for her suffering. Just who was she? She was the one who left you. A laugh escaped Zandik's lips, it still made butterflies swell up in your stomach. He pet your head, just like all those weeks ago. "She's a failed experiment, as you can see." And indeed you could.

All the bruises, cuts covering her body were nothing compared to her arms which were weirdly deformed. "You see, my research wasn't just about khaenri'ah. I want to be stronger. I want to enhance human DNA... Putting it as simply as possible. And you know what we're supposed to do with failed experiments?" He asked, giving you his sadistic smile.

You nodded your head, staring down at the girl who's nose was bleeding. Her screams falling deaf on your ears. Zandik handed you a surgical knife. "Don't worry, this time I will actually reward you if you do well." He said, caressing your cheek. You blushed, and glanced at him. At this point you would do anything for him to acknowledge you.

You lunged at your late friend. Her arms were too weak to even stop you. She kicked you, but at this point you didn't even care. With a precise swipe you sliced her throat, stepping back with a satisfied smirk. You didn't even realize that it made you feel good. Because the next thing made you feel even better.

You were sitting in a small pond in a cave, finally having a chance to get clean again. Zandik was behind you, washing your hair and holding your chain so that you wouldn't try anything. "You're a good girl, (y/n). You did so well... You might just be my finest experiment." He laughed.

You turned around, to look at him. "Say it again." You told him, and he decided to indulge you. "Oh? You want to be called my good girl again?" He teased, making you tug on the leash and pulling him into the pond. Just as he was about to tear you apart for misbehaving, you pressed your lips against his.

Zandik was surely getting rid of many of his human weaknesses. Still, he never thought about getting rid of his lust since it never got in a way of anything. Except for now. When his lips moved in sync with yours, his sharp teeth drawing blood and making you yelp into the kiss. He took it as an opportunity to further explore your mouth with his tongue.

He pressed you against the edge of the pond, lifting you up a little so you would sit there. He got rid of his soaked shirt as his fingers explored your bare body. Your lips again clashing in a needy kiss, his palm groping your soft breast as you moaned out. His other hand pulling your thighs apart so he could get even closer.

Your own hands traveled down his chest, as you began fumbling with his pants. Once you managed to unbutton them, you freed his member. You just had to break the kiss to glance at it. Your mouth started to water just at the sight of it. You wanted to trace the vein that went through its whole length. But just as you wanted to reach out, you were pushed back.

He didn't even wait. Just pushed his dick right into your entrance. "Ah, fuck..." He mumbled out, ignoring your cry of pain and pleasure. You wrapped your hands around his neck, trying desperately to ground yourself. All the last bits of your sanity melted away when your lover began thrusting his hips. His peace was fast and rough, his growls and moans made you even more needy.

His lips and teeth leaving marks on your sensitive neck as you screamed out his name, your nails digging into his back drawing blood. "Such a good fucking girl." He muttered into your ear, causing your walls to clench around his dick, earning you another set of swear words. Zandik pressed his hand to your neck, cutting off the blood flow, causing you to gradually lose vision. Just as you were about to tap out he stood stopped, trying to chuckle but getting interrupted by his own groans of pleasure.

His hand went on to play with your clit, you bit his shoulder to try and stop your moans, to which he roughly pushed you back. "Za-andik please...!" You pleaded, not even sure what for. Slowly but surely his thrusts became more irregular, as he ducked in for another kiss.

None of you really lasted long due to the lack of sexual contact in quite a while. Your release came first, legs shaking, eyes closed as your mind went blank, and your partner couldn't help but feel satisfied with himself. When he felt your nails digging into his back again, he too came right into your cunt.

He didn't bother to pull out, he took his time getting off the high. Panting and looking at you with a smirk. You opened up your eyes, to the sight of him. Just as you leaned in for a kiss, Zandik pulled away, content with how quickly he managed to break you.

He made his way out of the pond as he tossed some clean clothes next to you. "Ah, by the way I have been expelled. We'll be departing to Sznezhnaya in a few days. Get ready, pet." He added, before leaving you to clean himself up. Of course, he wasn't finished with you yet.

I apologize if this felt kinda rushed, it's my first longer work. Also will probably make a part 2 if I don't decide I hate it.

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Heyo! Could I request good timeline hcs for the TMNT bros finding out Reader is a spider mutant and Big Mama's child :0

They always have a cloaking brooch on, so the brothers don't know until maybe they're trying to get something from Big Mama, and Reader is just like "MOM PLS"? Or maybe they end up getting the brooch broken or smth during a fight? Or smth else happens?

How would they respond? 👀 I don't know how to put a proper genre on it, so fluff? Angst with a happy ending? Crack? Idk LMAO

If you don't wanna write it, that's fine ofc! Have a stupendous day/night/etc. :)

hey! ty for the request! Even though I don’t really like how this piece came out, it was a shit ton of fun to write because mutant/yokai readers are always my favourite things to write when it comes to x readers :) i missed the part where u said u just wanted hcs, so i sorta did both lmfao

I also have no idea how to put a genre on this lmfao 😭 I kinda just made it into fluff/ crack with hints of angst (y’all’s hearts are spared today) so yeah lol

It kinda takes a little while to get to the main point/hcs so beware :’)

Who: Rise!Tmnt x Gn! Spider Yokai! Reader

What: Reader is Big Mama’s child, and after being forced to tag along on a mission, they accidentally let it slip that they and the supervillain share the same blood.

When: good timeline (post Kraang)

Warnings: cursing, overuse of the word “as”, not proofread, nothing else really lmao

Fly In A Web

You yawned sleepily as you trudged into your bathroom, stretching all eight of your limbs as you turned on the sink, your hair messy and body slumped. You splashed water on your face, the cool temperature hitting your face causing you to groggily blink open all six of your eyes.

You stared at yourself in the mirror. Three sets of eyes looked back at you, a (e/c) gaze examining your rough skin and multiple arms. With a sigh, you opened your drawer with the second pair, digging through medicine and bandages before you pulled out your cloaking brooch.

Fastening it onto your shirt, you let out a hum of satisfaction as six eyes transformed into two, and eight arms became (s/c) limbs dangling at your side. Dragging a hand across your soft skin, you waved away the purple smoke of the leftover magic forming a cloud around you, watching as it dissipated into thin air.

After brushing your human teeth and combing your hair, you walked out, feeling refreshed as you threw on (outfit of choice) making sure the brooch was still on your body as you got ready.

You stuck your head out of your doorway, glancing around the dark hall, before quietly tiptoeing out of your room, your feet thumping against the Grand Nexus Hotels red carpet. The hotels light was dim in the morning, allowing the yokai staying to sleep in. But, to you, it was just a great opportunity to sneak out.

You paused as you heard wheels turning behind you. Glancing around, your eyes widened as you recognized the sound of a bellhop pushing a cart. You jumped into the shadows, pressing up against the wall as the panda yokai strolled by you, yawning as he passed.

Slowly creeping out of the dark, you continued to make your way out of the hotel, only stopping once you heard the faint mumbling of your mother, snoring away in her private suite. Peeking into her room, you smiled and laughed quietly as you saw her sleep talking, shaking your head as you moved on.

Being Big Mamas kid wasn’t as bad as it sounds. Though her personality was narcissistic at times, being her child, you rarely ever saw that side of her, a good mother overpowering her villain persona. She made sure you were happy and comfortable staying with her, checking in at times and showering you with gifts. You were spoiled, yes, but not by choice.

But, being the turtles best friend, it was hard maintaining the role of Big Mamas offspring. You often heard her muttering to herself on how she could somehow beat them at their own game, or how she could make sure they would never mess with the hotel again. It made you nervous whenever she would mention them around you, waiting for the exact moment she would look at you and accuse you of being acquaintances with the four. Because, in reality, she would be right.

Clearing your head of these thoughts, you felt relief spread through you as you finally made it out of the hotel doors, letting the sounds of New York envelop your ears as you walked down the sidewalk. Breathing in the fresh air, you felt somewhat at peace. You pulled out your phone, scrolling through your contacts until your finger landed on (turtle of choice).

Is it okay if I come over rn? You texted him, waiting until the three dots appeared on your screen.

Ofc :), he replied. You grinned, stuffing the device back in your pocket, practically skipping your way to the alleyway where the manhole was located.

Once you saw the familiar cover of the manhole, you lifted it up, looking around before slowly sliding beneath it, feeling your leg hook onto the ladder as you made your way down. You felt the air get particularly warmer as you climbed, and saw glints of blue and orange light at the bottom.

As you shuffled off of the ladder, you took a deep breath, making sure the cloaking brooch was hidden from sight beneath your jacket. You waltzed into the lair, making your entrance known to the brothers as you called out, “I’m here!”

You were then greeted by Donnie, who had a coffee mug in hand as he leaned against the counter. “Morning,” he mumbled, sipping his cup.

Mikey swung out of his room, greeting you with a bright, tired smile as he chirped a greeting, arms in the air as he arched his back while yawning. Raph and Leo soon followed suit, stretching just as you had that morning. In summary, they all looked exhausted.

Leo groaned as he plopped himself onto a beanbag, sinking into the soft material. “Sorry guys, but I don’t think I can fight any bad guys today,” he grunted. “I’m beat.”

“Hate to admit it, but I agree with ‘Nardo,” Donnie muttered as he downed the rest of his coffee. “That gang we had to fight yesterday really wiped me out.”

“I think I still have bruises from that one dude,” Mikey huffed, sitting on the floor next to Raph, earning a head pat from the older brother.

“I guess that settles it then,” Raph declared. “Today is a day of relaxation. We aren’t gonna fight anyone-”

As if on cue, Donnie’s wristband beeped twice, signalling danger in the area. They all let out grumbles of protest, while you watched with an amused smile.

“You jinxed us, big bro,” Leo scoffed, getting up while Raph rolled his eyes. “What’s happening, Don?”

“A robbery at the museum,” Donnie read out. “Just a bunch of goons.”

“Nooooo,” Mikey whined, dragging out the o. “I’m too tired to fight.”

“I can come along, if you want,” you volunteered. “Just a little extra assistance.”

“Thanks, (name),” Leo grinned, eyes half lidded from sleep as he made a portal. “Appreciate it.”

Stepping through the portal, you felt delight spread through you. You rarely ever got to tag along on missions with the group, instead being forced to watch over the Battle Nexus or attend fancy dinner parties in your mothers honour.

This is going to be great, you thought excitedly.

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It was not great.

As soon as you five stepped through the portal, which had managed to be perfectly placed above the museum, alarms and shouting surrounded all of your senses, causing you to wince. Stepping down, your eyes widened as you recognized the signature red and white masks the thieves wore. Your mothers assistants.

You suddenly felt regret pool at the bottom of your stomach as you froze, watching the others fight the group of bandits while you slowly backed away into a corner. You prayed that somehow you could get out of this situation, as if an angel would pick you up and whisk you away, back home where your worries would disappear.

But, in a flash of light, the thieves were gone, leaving the brothers muttering to themselves in annoyance. Snapping out of your trance, you made your way over, where the group was collecting their scattered weapons.

“Did you get the thing?” You asked quietly.

“No,” Donnie sighed. “They used a smoke bomb to get away.”

“You know what that means,” Leo said in a bittersweet tone. “Next stop- Grand Nexus Hotel.”

Which is how you found yourself in this position— squeezed into a vent above Big Mamas office, tucked against (turtle of choice) as you listened to your mother call out for the four in a mocking tone. Shushes and curses were heard from the crawlspace beside you, with the other three brothers inside. Thank god you had your brooch on, or else your extra limbs would never be able to fit.

Confusion flooded through you as you watched Big Mama stop in the middle of the room, seemingly going over her choices before bringing her purple tinted hand to her chest, ripping off the ruby red pendant, unveiling her much larger spider yokai form. You watched in horror as she brought an arm up, swinging her hand in the air, smacking against the vents you and the others were in.

Much to your dismay, one of the brothers let out a loud curse at the sudden movement, causing a smirk to grow on your mothers face as she hit the vents again, this time with a much stronger force, bringing both of the crawl spaces down to the floor. You screwed your eyes shut, feeling the impact of gravity shake your body as you made contact with the carpet.

You got up in a daze, grunting as you pulled your body up to a standing position. Looking up, you immediately regretted your decision.

Your mothers beady red eyes stared down at you, a look of displeasure on her face you had never seen before. “A human?” She sneered, laughing. “Why, I’ve never seen you before.”

Despite you and the others protests, she lifted you up with one giant hand, your size a measly mouse compared to hers. She eyed you with a venom so foreign to your mind— but then again, she wasn’t your parent right now. She was an enemy.

You couldn’t help but feel the fear course through your veins as her grip on your body got a little firmer, a sharp, suddenly interested glint shimmering in her six eyes. She let out an amused chuckle, her other finger poking you in the chest.

“What’s this?” She cooed tauntingly, pushing back your jacket to reveal your brooch. No.

“A cloaking brooch? How interesting,” she grinned, closing her fingers over the item. You thrashed in her hold, panic overtaking your emotions as you kicked at her fingers, despite it doing nothing but making her smile grow bigger.

“Well, turtles,” she cackled. “Let’s see what your human friend is really hiding!”

As you felt the sudden pressure of her hand suddenly disappear, along with a loud click of the brooch being separated from its pin, you glanced down at would maybe be the last time with your two eyes, seeing shock riddle (turtle of choice)’s expression as a short hiss of magic spread through the air.

Two arms swirled into eight.

Two eyes flickered into six.

(s/c) skin mixed into deep purple.

And lastly, the looks of confusion on everyone’s faces soon turned into disbelief as you slowly spun in the air, hanging by Big Mamas fingers, making eye contact with your—now shocked— mother.

You cleared your throat. “Hi.”

hehe e x c u s e m e

“WHAT?!” Is literally the first thing he says

shit, he knew everyone had their secrets, but he is FLABBERGASTED

it’s one thing you’re a yokai, but it’s a WHOLE ‘NOTHER situation you’re related to a supposed enemy

hes shocked, yeah, but he isn’t really bothered by the situation

“guess meeting the parents is gonna be a whole lot easier, huh?” “Leo, shut up-”

speaking of parents, i actually hc that big mama hates leo the most, so y’all are in for one hell of a ride when you tell her about your relationship

she isn’t unhappy to the point she tries to replace him, though (she could never do that to you :( )

but there is gonna be some moments where Big Mamas just silently brooding

when everything is sorted through, Leo actually finds your added limbs and eyes really cool

if they’re red in yokai form like Big Mamas, he finds it quite pretty

for your arms? just more hands to hold

i think in yokai form you’d get a lot taller than a human— not as tall as Big Mama, but like around 6’7– 7’0

and perfect for him, because he LOVESSS tall ppl lmao

overall, supportive! <3

his facial expression at the reveal is the definition of “WHAT THE FUCK”

he’s superrrr surprised, to say the least

once youre back on the floor, and not in a giant spider yokais hand, he kind of just. nudges closer to you

after a couple moments of silence, he just becomes this awkward mess

he’s stumbling over his words (rip bad boy persona) and is just like “how??”

it’s not like hes weirded out or anything, in fact, he finds your spider form really cool, but he just never expected this

we all know donnie has trust issues, especially post kraang incident, so it takes him a while to get used to the fact ur Big Mamas child

pls don’t get mad at him for this, he’s just slightly paranoid 😭

afterwards, when he’s back to normal, he’s examining you like left and right

he really likes getting to know the anatomy and study of certain yokai, so he’s running eye tests, seeing how fast your arms can move, etc

like, dontron, calm down-

Big Mama isn’t rlly pleased ur with him, but at the same time, as long as ur happy, she’s fine

now that ur taller than him (yes, if ur over 5’3, you are taller than him) he sometimes likes using his tech to float himself up to ur level

hates feeling short >:( lmfao

overall, like last time, didn’t mind! <3

WOWZERS

is the first thing that comes to his mind lmfao

he actually really likes your yokai form

compliments left and right about whatever— your skin, height, eyes, you name it

unlike leo, i think Big Mama dislikes mikey the least

so she’s all like “YOURE WITH ONE OF THE TURTLES- oh. the orange one. ok”

loves your extra arms

not only are they extra helpful, but he has so many arms to get hugged by!

cuddles with him are the BEST

pls, pls just wrap all of your arms around him when he’s in need of a hug. he will MELT

finds your extra added height super cool! like leo, he loves a tall partner

but you have to get used to having him cling off you like a koala from now on lol

istg his canon age is like 4’7

we luv a short king

overall, admires you! <3

“0-0” is his facial expression deadass

he is stunned bro

never expected you, his sweet, innocent s/o, to be the child of a SUPERVILLAIN

ok yall, u know how protective raph can be of his brothers, especially against villains

so, like donnie, he’s kind of unnerved

again, PLS DONT GET MAD AT HIM, HES JUST TRYING HIS BEST

awkward around you for a little while

and then he just kinda comes to terms with the fact that you’d never hurt him (ur never hurting him, right?? 🤨🤨)

slowly but surely gets used to it

he’s still a little surprised whenever he turns the corner and sees you in ur yokai form, but just shakes it off

anyway, YAY UR TALL NOW

if ur taller than him, he’s astonished since he’s so used to being the tallest in the family

as for your extra arms, likes the way you can move so swift with them without them getting in the way

like mikey, it’s really important you hug him

ik he’s all spiky, but pls, just hug him from behind or smth

do you see how much group hugs he gives his brothers??? he deserves one so bad

overall, has to get used to it, but finds it rlly cool!

Bonus

“wait..”

“what?”

“since dad is the only partner we know Big Mama has gotten with…”

“huh?”

“are u our SIBLING??!!”

“NO YOU DUMBASSES-”

so sorry this took so long anon! i’ve been going through writers block for the past like week, so i’ve just been procrastinating whether or not i like this piece, but then i just went “fuck it” and posted it lmfaooo

have a good day/night to you too reader!

[half-oz-eddie]

Thursday's Broken Promise

Steve woke up to the buzzing of his alarm with a soft smile on his face. He used to hate mornings, but Billy changed all of that for him. They fell into a love-filled routine of alternating between who cooks breakfasts, and who cooks dinner. 

It was Thursday, which meant it was Billy’s day to cook breakfast. Normally, by now, Steve would smell the aroma of Billy’s “anti-breakfasts” as Steve called them. Billy would make fried chicken, burritos, breakfast pizzas, anything that didn’t feel like French toast or pancakes. 

Billy only liked those foods when Steve made them, because “Steve’s the sweet one,” and he knows how to make those sweet and delightful deserts for breakfast—“cinnamon-sugar-whatever-the-fucks” he’d teasingly call them. 

They were in love, and it was beautiful.

But this particular morning, Steve was confused. Why didn’t he smell those savory aromas in the air, or faintly hear Billy’s metal playlist playing downstairs? Not a clanking pot, sizzling pan, not a curse being mumbled, nothing—the house was purely silent.

He went downstairs to investigate, calling BIlly’s name. 

He wasn’t in the kitchen, not in the bathroom…nowhere at all. 

Steve grabbed the landline and dialed Billy’s phone, but it went straight to voicemail. 

In the 2 years, 6 months and 25 days they’d been together, this was unusual. Billy would always do his own thing, but he never made Steve worry. 

“Okay, okay, don’t panic. Sometimes Billy’s just a little overwhelmed and-and he goes off to his favorite spots to relax.”

He checked the woods behind the Hopper-Byers house first. After the Starcourt incident, Billy would wander into the woods there to be alone and reflect. Joyce would bring him dinner or dessert until he eventually warmed up to them.

Billy wasn’t there.

“Okay…maybe he’s with Max?”

Billy and Max repaired their relationship over time. Often times, they’d both sneak off to the skate park early in the morning, or go to the quarry together.

Billy wasn’t in either of those places. 

Steve checked all the places he could think of, calling all the people that came to mind, calling Billy’s phone, leaving him 5 voicemails, and then a 6th, his voice breaking. 

“Billy…baby, please come home. Whatever happened, I promise we can fix it! I'll fix it! I'll do better. I promise. Just...please call me?”

Steve returned home hours later. He was a no call, no show at work, likely to get fired, but he didn’t care. If he lost Billy, it was like losing everything already. 

He tried to keep a clear head, but he could feel himself spiraling, his stomach churning at the thought of Billy actually being gone.

He looked around for some sort of clues, anything. He quickly learned that Billy’s basketball duffel was missing. There was a small pile of hangers on the floor, and a space on the wardrobe where his clothes used to be. 

Billy left him.

“Wh—why’d he do this? We were so good, so happy!”

He went down to the police station to file a missing person’s report. Something had to be wrong. 

“Can’t file a missing person’s report over this, Steve.”

“What? Why not?” Steve questioned Hopper. “This isn’t like him, you should know that!”

“This is exactly like him, kid. He’s a loose canon, sporadic, doesn’t like to be told what to do or tied down. Just cut your losses. He left you. Probably went off to find himself.”

Hopper’s words were so cold and matter-of-fact, but maybe he was right. Even still, Steve refused to give up on him.

He spent 2 weeks driving across the country, stopping at all the places Billy ever mentioned in conversations. A bar he wanted to visit in Texas, how intrigued he was by facts he’d read about Salt Lake City, his plans to gamble in Las Vegas, and of course, his endless memories in California. 

Steve traveled to each of those places searching for Billy, finally stopping in California. 

On his way, he called Sid. 

Billy was so scatterbrained after Starcourt. He’d write numbers down and then misplace the papers all the time. Sid changed numbers a lot, so Steve would save the numbers every time Billy wrote them down. He just wanted to make things easier for Billy.

Sid told Steve that Billy called him 2 days prior and told him he’d been planning a trip back to California. A permanent one. Said he needed to get as far away from Hawkins as possible.

Steve’s heart sank. He automatically assumed it was his fault, but Sid assured him it wasn’t.

“Billy loves you, man. Loves you more than anything. I dunno what happened, but he said he needed to get out of Hawkins as soon as possible and that it was gonna hurt like hell when he never saw you again.”

Steve could not stand the possibility of never waking up to the aromas of Billy’s breakfast, or feeling his hand sliding across his chest in the middle of the night for reassurance. He couldn’t cope with the thought of never hearing Billy’s laugh again or how noisy he made the house all by himself. 

They had so many plans for the future. So many things they were going to do. So many tomorrows they'd talked about. This couldn’t be the end for them.

He drove around California for another half a day, finally spotting Billy’s Camaro parked by the beach.

He parked a few feet away and just watched him. He watched to make sure that there wasn’t somebody else, relieved when he saw Billy get out of his car all alone, but also so distressed to see Billy so lonely again. 

He sat on the hood of his car, eating a bag of sunflower seeds. Steve wondered if Billy was taking care of himself, neglecting the fact that he’d barely eaten or slept himself. 

He got out of his car and ran toward Billy, shouting his name. 

Billy stiffened up, trying to pretend he couldn’t hear Steve, even when he approached the car. “Billy. Billy? Wh—what the hell’re you doing? Why’d you just leave home like that?”

“I was hearing his voice again.”

“What? Who?”

“The fucking mind flayer, Steve!” He raised his voice to a volume Steve hadn’t heard in a long time. Ever since they got together, Billy became much quieter and softer, where’d that Billy go?

“You were hearing the mind flayer again and you didn’t tell me?”

“I didn’t wanna hurt you. I thought I’d just get away from Hawkins to where the mind flayer couldn’t reach me, and everyone could move on and forget about me.”

“Forget about you?!” Steve nearly pulled his hair right out of his head. “I uprooted my whole life to find you. I tried to file a police report, I searched all the places you’ve ever mentioned to me—I even called Sid!”

“You called Sid?” Billy raised a brow in surprise. 

“Of course I called Sid, you idiot! I haven’t been to work, I’ve hardly eaten, barely slept…all I wanted was for you to come home!”

“I can’t come home, Steve. Why can’t you just forget about me after everything I’ve done?”

“Because you’re part of me, Billy! And I-I’m completely done for. I can’t live a life that doesn’t have you in it. When you left, you took every part of me with you that existed.”

Billy rolled his eyes. “I didn’t—“

“Look at me, Billy.”

He refused.

“Look at me!”

Billy met Steve’s sunken, bloodshot eyes. His skin was pale, his hair was messy, and he smelled pretty damn bad. What did he do to him?

“Steve, I’m sorry—“

“Sorry for what, exactly? For breaking my heart? Or sorry for “doing what you thought you needed to do?” Huh? What is it, Billy?!” 

“I’m just…sorry. Sorry for everything. I left Hawkins because when I started hearing the mind flayer’s voice, I thought he was alive again and gonna make me hurt people. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I ever lost control and hurt you.”

“Billy. The mind flayer is gone. El told you that more than once.”

“Then why did I hear his voice?! Something’s not right, Steve. I can’t go back there. I can’t.”

Steve deflated. “But…what about me? What about us?”

“You’ve got a life there. You have a family, friends that love you. I don’t have anything like that. You could meet a nice girl and have that shit load of kids you wanted and forget about me—“

“No. I can’t. If…if you’re gonna stay here, away from Hawkins, I’ll stay here too.”

“You sure?”

“All I wanted to do was find you, Billy. All I could think about was being with you, and nothing else. You’re the only future I want.”

Billy leaned in and kissed Steve. “I’m sorry.” He apologized again.

“You’d better be. You still owe me breakfast. I woke up that morning expecting some of those spicy burritos.”

“When we finally get a place again, I’ll make you as many fuckin’ burritos as you want.” He kissed Steve once more.

“I’ll hold you to that promise.”

[himbodruid]

Forged Hearts

Part 1

Dammon x F!Tav

Named!Tav | Tiefling!Tav

A/N: i’ve wanted to do a DammonxTav fic for a while, but everything with the VA soured the motivation to do much of anything. But i decided to separate him from his character and love Dammon in the way he deserves regardless. Part one takes place at the tiefling party, spice is imminent

18+ MINORS DNI

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57570592

Ch 1: Yet Like Lovers

Naerys inhaled the scents in the night air. The bonfire, alcohol, and general revelry was tainted by the undertone of the previous day’s bloodshed. The others seemed capable of ignoring it, but it set her on edge.

Which is why she found herself sitting on an outcropping of rocks at the edge of the creek and watching the stars instead of joining the celebration. The goblin camp was defeated, along with its leaders, but there was still so much more to deal with. Questions left unanswered. Making a face, Naerys lifted the bottle of ithbank to her lips and took a hefty swig.

Before all of this illithid nonsense, she had been a ranger. Making her home in the forest and staying away from the people that otherwise gave her a wide berth because of her indigo skin and devilish horns. Add to that the silvery hair she inherited from her drow father, she may as well have been a pariah. She found solace in nature and being in forced proximity to others that shared her brain worm ailment took some getting used to. But she grew fond of her companions…except for when they annoyed her with their own issues against each other.

Finding a druid’s grove housing tiefling refugees had been a surprise. She’d heard of Elturel’s fall to Avernus whispered in the winds, but she didn’t expect to find anyone surviving that fall. They also seemed to be free of the parasite that infected the mishmash of unlikely companions. Lucky them.

Her tail flicked in ironic amusement as she let loose a dry chuckle. Another swig of wine to add to her mirthless humour. Things could be worse, she supposed. She could be a mindflayer as Nettie suggested. She could also be dead, especially if that first arrow she ever took from a goblin had found its home in her heart instead of her shoulder.

That memory brought out a genuine chuckle from her. That poor blacksmith fellow, Dammon, being subjected to the litany of curses that flowed from her as her companions pried the broken shaft from her chest right on the steps to his forge. He was a fine man, dedicated to his craft. Kind hearted, as well, even after everything he’s been through. Naerys would never forget the way he jumped at the chance to help Karlach with her engine. How those beautiful eyes glowed with excitement at operating on infernal machinery again. How those deft fingers of his worked the metal into submission. The rippling muscles as he-

Naerys cleared her throat and took another long drag from the wine, embarrassed even though nobody was around. Maybe it was the sexual tension permeating the air from all of the party folk sneaking off to their trysts for the night, but her line of thinking was dangerous. She didn’t want to get involved, or at least that’s what she told herself.

Truth of the matter was…she hadn’t been held by a man in entirely too long. So many years that she had lost count, but she only had herself to blame really. The forest had been her chosen companion for most of that time. But, hells, she would be lying if she said she didn’t find that damned blacksmith enticing.

She imagined that under that apron and shirt, he had lithe muscle from a life of hard work with a hammer. His shoulders were broad and lead to a tapered waist. A strong jaw, bright eyes that practically glowed. Eyes that sent a shiver through her every time they alighted on her. Eyes that softened when he saw her and her companions approaching his forge. Eyes that seemed to bore into her very soul.

Ugh.

Naerys shivered. It’s definitely been too long, and she had to admit that maybe she was a bit touch-starved. Maybe she could…no. She wouldn’t know the first thing about propositioning for a fling, and rejection would be more than mortifying. She-

“Here I was, bringing you a drink, but I see you’ve already got plenty. Shame,” came a voice from the darkness. A voice she was fairly familiar with now after weeks of purchasing his wares. Forged from the heart- the phrase from him she would never be able to forget.

“Shouldn’t you be celebrating with the rest of your camp?” The words felt too abrasive so she tried softening them with a smile.

Dammon smirked back at her and sat beside her on the rocks. He produced a bottle of fireswill and two tin cups. He set the cups down to uncork the bottle, but before he could pour it out, Naerys took the bottle from him. It burned on the way down in a way she didn’t realize she was missing from the wine. Dammon chuckled and took the bottle from her when she offered it back to him. After a drink of his own, those damnably beautiful eyes settled on her.

“Shouldn’t you be celebrating with the rest of your camp?” His repeat of her question let loose a surprise burst of laughter from her.

“Touche,” she replied with a chuckle, leaning back on an arm and looking back at the sky. She could feel his gaze still on her, and she was grateful for the darkness that would help hide the staining of a blush on her cheeks. If he mentioned it, though, she could blame the alcohol.

“It’s a beautiful night, shame to spend it alone,” he murmured.

“Then I guess it’s a good thing you’ve come along, though I'm not sure I would be considered good company,” she said, casting him a sideways glance.

“You dont hear any complaints from me, do you?”

“Not yet,” she replied.

“Why are you up here alone?”

“I’m not much for celebrations personally. They make me feel…claustrophobic? I don’t know. I’ve spent so much time alone that i’m not used to crowds anymore.”

She was blabbering but she found she couldn’t stop. She was going to blame her loose tongue on the alcohol too.

“We have that in common, then. I suppose I will have to get used to crowds when we make it to the city, though.”

“Do they even allow our kind there?” She scrunched her nose as she asked the question. Even in her small village, tieflings like herself were considered curses upon the families that birthed them.

“They do, as far as I know. Rolan at least has work to look forward to when we get there, as that one wizard’s apprentice.” Dammon took up the fireswill again and threw back another gulp of it.

“And what about you? You’re already an accomplished blacksmith, I’m sure folks far and wide would line up at your door for your wares,” she said, taking the bottle from him. He chuckled, such a warm rich tone that made her shiver. This sent a small stream of the fireswill dribbling down her chin. She shifted the bottle from her face to catch it before it could stain her tunic.

But then he was there. Dammon had leaned towards her, his hand coming up to deftly catch the rivulet. And then, hells, and then his mouth followed after, his tongue snaking out to capture the spilled rum. Her breath hitched and her body froze. Surely that didnt mean…

“Oh. Oh gods, I-I am so sorry,” Dammon stammered when he pulled back and realized what he had done. An adorable blush spread across his cheeks and his eyes were wide with horrified embarrassment.

Naerys silenced him by pressing her lips against his. Her body shuddered when Dammon’s hands reached up to cup her face. It was a wonder that such rough, hardworking hands could provide such a soft and tender touch. But Naerys wasn’t sure she wanted soft and tender, not right now, not when death was at every possible corner.

She pressed hard into him, coaxing his mouth open so she could plunge her tongue into his mouth to tangle with his. Dammon growled in response, and hauled her to him so that she straddled his lap. The soft fuzzy feel of his undercut came as a surprise to Naerys when she trailed her hands up. Gods, then he scraped his teeth down the column of her throat, and she couldn’t help but throw her head back. With free access, he bit gently into the soft flesh of the slope of her neck. The moan that burst free from her was full of need and her hips ground against him almost of their own volition. He growled again, his grip on her tightening as his own hips tilted up to meet hers. The thick length of him growing hard under her drilled a primal need into her.

“Dammon,” she whimpered, grinding against him again. He muttered a curse in infernal at the desperation in her tone. One hand came to rest on her hip, while the other tugged at the collar of her tunic to bare her shoulder and the upper swell of her breast to his exploring mouth. Meanwhile, her own hands worked at the laces that loosely tied the collar of his tunic closed. Once she was sure the opening was enough to clear the tapered spikes of his horns, she all but ripped the fabric from him.

She knew that he had to have a certain level of strength for his profession, but hells, she was unprepared for the sheer powerful cut of his figure. His body may as well be forged from the very steel he manipulates with those rough hands of his. The infernal ridges of his heritage added to his sculpted beauty and Naerys knew she would never see a more stunning man. She leaned into him, her tongue tracing those devil lines along his chest. A chest that rumbled in approval beneath her touch, the sound turning near feral when her hand reached down between them to cup his length through his linen trousers.

In a sudden rush of motion, Naerys found herself on her back, her tunic tossed aside and the cool stone below her pebbling her nipples. Her legs were still hooked around his hips. He knelt there, eyes hooded with desire as they trailed along her own infernal ridges.

She lifted her arms above her head and arched her back to push her breasts up. “Like what you see, blacksmith?”

His nostrils flared and he fell upon her. Mouths clashed, tails thrashed. Before either of them knew it, their bodies moved together without the restrictions of clothing. The ridged length of his cock slid against her clit, eliciting a breathy moan from her.

“Dammon,” she whined as the head of him just barely slid into her folds. She tilted her hips upwards in an effort to take him in further, but he denied her.

“Say it again,” he growled against her skin.

“Dammon,” she said again, and he slammed into her with a harsh growl. Hells, how well he filled her.

“Again.” His voice was rough and ragged in barely restrained ardor.

“Dammon.” Her voice came out as a gasp as his hips rolled back, only to slam forward again. Any control he may have disillusioned himself to have evaporated the moment her nails dug into his back, and her thighs clenched around his waist. Over and over he thrust into her, the ridges adorning his cock catching against her inner walls and heightening both their pleasure. Their voices rang out into the night, uncaring of who might hear.

Frenzied. Frantic. Perfect.

They lost themselves to each other, chasing the high of pleasure until Naerys arched into him with a shuddering cry. Her walls gripped at him and he rolled into his climax shortly after her. Deep, so impossibly deep, she milked him for everything he had to give. The intensity of his release sent spasms through him, and his body jerked while she continued to grind herself against him.

“Naerys,” he ground out her name with another guttural growl. Still, her hips worked him into thorough overstimulation until he spilled into her again with a strangled cry. His body jerked and shuddered with his panting cries, and the twitching of him inside her sent her into another trembling climax.

***

The following morning didn’t bring any of the awkwardness that Naerys expected. At least not between Dammon and herself.

The pair had snuck back into camp as the sky began to lighten in the earliest hours of the morn, where they had more forays in her tent- these much quieter but not any less frenzied. She awoke to her head resting on his chest and his hand trailing circles on her shoulder. Warmth bloomed in her chest, as she fully expected him to have slipped back to his own camp sometime in the night.

She lifted her head and met his lips with hers in a much gentler kiss than the ones shared the previous night. When she sat up, she could feel that her body was sore in all the right ways. He sat up beside her and rested his forehead against hers. Outside the tent came the sounds of the refugees making final preparations before departure. Excitement permeated the air, but the pair exchanged a solemn glance. It felt too soon to let go of whatever this was, but Naerys knew better than to form attachments, anyway. It always ended badly in her world.

They dressed, sharing touches and kisses as they went, and left her tent. Naerys pointedly ignored the waggling eyebrows and knowing grins of her companions when they saw the blacksmith sauntering away to gather the last of his belongings. No questions were asked over breakfast, to which Naerys was eternally grateful. The group packed up their own camp and then headed into the grove to lend aid wherever it was needed.

With the wagons lined up, it was time to send the refugees on their way. Naerys and her companions made their goodbyes to the new friends they made, with promises of reuniting in the city.

“Find me in Baldur’s Gate,” Dammon murmured to her, tilting her chin up to kiss her. So terribly sweet, and in broad view of anyone that cared to look. He knew the companion’s work in the valley wasn’t done, and he knew better than to beg her to go with him. If it was meant to be, their paths would cross again.

But they would always remember what they shared together the previous night.

[prettyboysun]

a love that always feels like summer

choi yeonjun x f!reader | the rest of txt are in here too lol | set in the mid 2000′s | fluff, angst, non-detailed smut | wrote this to satisfy my yearning of a teenage summer romance in the 20th century lol synopsis: saved by yeonjun at a party once, the universe somehow manages to keep you two gravitating towards one another. eventually sneaked glances and secret rendezvous turn into something much more. will the two of you be able to break each other’s difficult pretenses of love? or will everything just turn out to be a summer fling?  warnings/tw: underage drinking & smoking, mentions of alcohol, implied sex, character death, cursing word count: 12k

the four of you sat in jisoo’s brand new car gifted to her by her dad after graduation. it was a convertible and of course the roof was down on a pretty summer afternoon. you gazed out at the city passing by, the warm wind beating against your skin. “Y/n babe- this ones for you.” You turned to jisoo in the drivers seat, giving her a questioning look. You heard the beginning of since you’ve been gone by Kelly Clarkson playing and the four of you laughed in unison, shaking your head teasingly and looking back out the window. you had just broken up with your ‘boyfriend’ of almost two years. Kris asked you out halfway through junior year at your schools annual winter dance. It was pretty smooth sailing for a while, well at least you thought it was. A few weeks after your started dating you found out he only asked you out at the winter formal as a dare. When you confronted him about it, he defended himself saying he truly fell for you. it was ironic to say he fell for you after a few weeks of barely knowing each other, especially because you were truly convinced he never romantically liked you at all.  he would only kiss you when he coincidentally saw you on campus to show off to his guy friends. when he was around girls, he wouldn’t even spare you a greeting. you planned dates with him at least once a month in hopes of saving your relationship, to which he would sometimes ‘forget.’ When he would show up to your dates, he was like the perfect boyfriend. Maybe having those days where it was just the two of you made you feel loved and cancelled out all the other shitty things he did. Needless to say, it was an empty, fake, high school relationship. He used you for a title and you were too foolish to notice, too foolish to listen to your friends when they advised you to break up with him. “We’re just very independent” you would tell them in defense, but eventually even you had to start convincing yourself the relationship was real. Three weeks before graduation, you had finally broken up with him. You were shocked to find him surprised about the breakup.

“Did I do something wrong? We were perfectly fine together. Are you cheating on me-“ he feigned innocence of all his wrongdoings and if someone were to witness your breakup they would think he actually loved you. He held onto your wrist looking for an explanation. you scoffed and rolled your eyes in annoyance, throwing his hand off of your wrist. ”don’t act like you ever cared about me. I’m breaking up with you, so don’t contact me and don’t act like you want me back.” You kept your explanation short, not wanting to call out all the ways in which he mistreated you—although it was tempting. He already wasted so much of your time that you didn’t even want to spend another second looking at him. “but-“ you quickly left the scene, knowing he would just make excuses if you stayed any longer to listen to him. “y/n, wait!” he didn’t even try to contact you once after the breakup, which made you despise him even more. you smiled at the memory, proud of yourself to have broken things off with that douchebag who you wasted your teenage years foolishly pining on. you wish you could take back all the firsts he stole from you.

“ugh! I can’t believe I used to like that dude.” Your head fell back against the seat and you rubbed your temples, frustrated at your past self. “girl, we tried telling you countless times.” jisoo reminded. “I know and I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you guys.” You pouted, sending them apologetic looks. “boooo, you whore.” Ellie quoted mean girls, which she has been doing nonstop since it was released last year. you and your friends are convinced she watches it every night before she goes to sleep. “its okay y/n, I never listen to ya’ll either.” Karina said, which you all agreed in unison to. She was the human depiction of ‘asking friends for advice but never following it.’ “okay damn, you weren’t supposed to agree to that.” Karina folded her arms and sent each of you glares. 𓆩♡𓆪 the four of you arrived at a random house where one of many graduation parties occurred during the summer. It was a fairly large estate and a local band was supposed to be playing for the night. You stuck by karina’s side, not wanting to be left alone especially as you didn’t really know a lot of people. “Oh Sophia, hey! How are you doing?” Karina came across Sophia, your class’s valedictorian. you turned around at the name, happy to see someone you talked to during school. “Y/n, Karina, what’s up? I’m doing great, how bout you guys?” “im doing good.” “Same here.” You added on. “so ms. valedictorian, any plans this summer?” Karina asked. Unlike your stereotypical nerdy valedictorian, Sophia had a lot of friends and was very easy going. “haha please, we already graduated.” She gave Karina  a playful push on the shoulder. “just trying to enjoy my last summer here before I move to reed university for the semester.” “Awwww, so you’ll be going out of state?” You were truly sad to see one of your friends leave, but also proud of her. “yep, my mom and dad want me to, so-“ she just shrugged her shoulders and gave a tight lipped smile. “oh damn, as long as you’re happy though.” Your friend Karina shrugged too. Not wanting to say much on the matter to dictate sophia’s life. You gave a sad smile to her. “thanks guys. I’ll see you around?” She gave a thankful smile in return. “yeah, we’ll see you around.” You replied to her.  The both of you waving goodbye as she trailed off to god knows where in the crowded house. you and Karina make your way to the drinks section, your eyes landing on a familiar face handling the drinks. “what the hell, Beomgyu?!” You excitedly call his attention to you. Also greeting Taehyun who was by his side. Karina wandered off to catch up with another group of people. “y/n!” Beomgyu offers a big smile to you and gives a side hug. “we’re the mixers for tonight.” Beomgyu motions to the drinks and supplies in front of them. “I can see that.” You hesitantly nod, suspicious about their abilities to mix drinks that don’t taste like poison. “we’ve been asking people to vote on the better mixer and as you’d expect, of course I’m winning.” Taehyun said cockily, earning a glare from Beomgyu. “Yeah right, flirting with the girls doesn’t count in getting you votes.” You laughed at their usual banter. “Mmm I believe it. If Beomgyu can’t mix substances in chemistry he sure can’t mix drinks.” Beomgyu’s jaw dropped at your words, sporting a shocked expression. You recall the time the three of you had chemistry class together, in which you grew close to Beomgyu who was assigned to sit next to you. Taehyun had always joined the two of you for group projects and labs. “Hah! Nice one!” Taehyun laughed and held his hand up for you to hi-five. “Don’t bother finding anything to say back, you wouldn’t have passed chemistry if it wasn’t for y/n.” Taehyun just added fuel to the fire. “I’m not doing this anymore.” Beomgyu pushed the red cups back and stepped away from the counter with the most deadpan expression on his face. “Beomgyu no!! We need your amazingggg mixing skills.” You said sarcastically, reaching out your hand to him so he wouldn’t leave. As if on cue, a group of friends pulled up to the counter, tasking Taehyun and Beomgyu with making them drinks. Of course, they had to ask the innocent group of friends about who made the better drinks. “Y/n, the band playing tonight is gonna start performing in likeeeee-“ he looked over at the digital clock behind him. “-10 minutes! They’ll be in the back.” “You guys aren’t coming?” You asked him. Not wanting to be alone outside. “In a few, after we’re finished here.” “Alright then.” You gave a small smile and waved to them as you left to the backyard. 𓆩♡𓆪 you savored the cool night breeze the backyard had to offer, although it was still victim to the loud music blasting from inside the house. the backyard was significantly less crowded and consisted of different friend groups hanging out in their own worlds, couples flirting or making out and the band setting up their equipment for the night. You joined Karina and jisoo who were talking with a group of familiar faces. Laughing and catching up with them was although short-lived as you witnessed hoards of people making their way into the backyard. The music in the house stopped moments prior, someone probably announcing that the bands performance was about to start. you had now stood up to join the crowd forming around the band. screeeeeeeeech the feedback from the mic had made everyone cringe and stop their conversations. Some people complaining and letting out curses from the horrible sound. “oh shit- sorry about that yall.” a guitarist from the band had spoken into the microphone. “but anyways!…..” the band had introduced themselves and the songs they were going to perform. Soon enough everyone in the crowd were jumping and dancing to the upbeat pop-rock song they were playing. You had eventually even came across beomgyu and Taehyun in the crowd with their friends. In which you opted to dancing and jumping around with them too. You bended over clenching your stomach in laughter having front row seats to witness beomgyu and some random dude having an impromptu dance battle. now a slow ballad song was playing and some people in the crowd danced with their friends, some grabbed the closest person nearby and others took the opportunity to be close to their crushes of the night. you were currently slow dancing with Karina who was conveniently nearby. You had giggled at a drunk Ellie who was dramatically swaying to the music with her boyfriend. He looked panicked as he tried to stop her from losing balance and toppling over. You looked in another direction to see beomgyu and his friend sensually dancing together. “Rina, look at them.” you pointed in the direction of beomgyu and his friend, the two of you laughed together after seeing beomgyu grope his friends bottom, witnessing the horrid expression on his friends face as it turned into a sneaky smile before he did the same to beomgyu--earning a quick slap on the hand from him. you enjoyed the relaxing melody of the song and the joyous atmosphere of it all, even the fairy lights strung from the roof looked especially pretty tonight. you peered over karinas’s shoulder and saw one of  beomgyus close friends embracing a popular cheerleader from your school as they slowly swayed to the music. He slowly leaned down towards her face. Before you could see what happened another couple moved in front of your line of sight, blocking the view. You looked away but nonetheless were curious. “hey, is luna hooking up with anybody?” You asked Karina as she was also on the cheer team. “hm?” Karina gave you a confused expression, surprised at the sudden question. “not that I know of. I don’t think she’s dating anyone either. Why?” “nothing, just wondering.” You returned to dancing.                    𓆩♡𓆪    the band wrapped up their last song and everyone went their separate ways. some people made their way home hauling their drunk friends with them or went inside the house for more drinks. “hey y/n!” You turned around at the sound of Taehyun calling your name. You dismissed yourself from your group of friends and made your way over to Taehyun and beomgyu with their friends. “Y/n, this is kai and soobin who go to bear creek.” Bear creek was the high school on the other side of town.

“I’m y/n, nice to meet you.” You offered a small wave and smile to the two tall boys in which they did the same. You recognized kai as the friend beomgyu groped earlier.

“So I saw you two getting it on on the dance floor earlier.” You motioned to beomgyu and kai with a playful tone. The group of boys all made different sounds of acknowledgment. You saw soobin hiding his face behind his hands and shaking his head groaning in embarrassment over the two’s shenanigans. “yeah sorry we got a little carried away.” Beomgyu fluttered his long eyelashes and tucked his imaginary hair behind his ear. Kai’s loud laugh in return caught your attention and made you laugh too. “y/n, try this.” Taehyun handed you a cup with unknown substances in it mixed into a light pink color. “you still need to decide who the better mixer is.” “haha!” Beomgyu let out a loud laugh. “Oh cmon Taehyun don’t embarrass yourself like this.” you took a small sip of the drink Taehyun handed to you. You slowly nodded your head at the taste. “Not bad…” slightly grimacing at the bitter aftertaste. “ok now try mines.” You gave the cup back to Taehyun and took the blue drink beomgyu had in his hands. “wait, palette cleanser first.” You took a quick gulp of the bottle of coke you had in your hands. the 4 boys watched in amusement as you took a sip of beomgyus drink. Taking the cup away from your lips with wide eyes that made the boys laugh, you took another sip. You were surprised with how good beomgyu’s drink was. It tasted nothing like alcohol and instead resembled the blue raspberry airheads if they were in liquid form. “Taehyun, it’s not good to flirt with people for votes.” You said with the utmost feigned concern in your voice and expression, making the boys jest at Taehyun. You laughed at taehyuns helpless expression. “I’ll be back guys, need to use the restroom.” You pointed to the house behind you over your shoulder. “m’kay see you later.” Beomgyu and the boys bidded goodbye. Before you could open the sliding door into the house you felt a hand grab at your wrist. “Y/n. Let’s talk.” You turned around to be met with kris. Immediately smelling the alcohol ooze off of his body and especially in his breath as he spoke. ‘Oh great, what a way for my night to be ruined.’ You rolled your eyes and sighed. “kris. We broke up. there’s nothing to talk about.” “y/n please it’ll be real quick. You can’t just break up with me like that.” You gave him a look of disbelief at his whiny tone. “oh my god, grow up will you?” You shook off his hands from your wrist. “y/n stop being stubborn just talk to me.” he gave you a pleading look on that annoying face of his. he had stopped you at the back entrance into the house so people who passed by surely were able to hear what the two of you were talking about. Not wanting to cause a scene you agreed to talk to him. ❁ཻུ۪۪♡ he brought you to the side of the house, which happened to be empty at the moment. “Okay, what do you want.” You stood in front of him, impatiently crossing your arms and anxiously chewing at your lips. “did I do something wrong? we dated for so long y/n and now you want to break up with no explanation?” “no explanation?! Your actions alone were enough of an explanation. You can’t just date me and act like I don’t exist!” Maybe it was whatever Taehyun and beomgyu put in those drinks that made you raise your voice but you truly wanted to be calm talking to xxxxx. It just seemed impossible now that he was actually in front of you, asking you what went wrong in the relationship. well the very problem in your relationship was standing right in front of you. “You know I hate clingy people y/n, we went through this so many times already.” You let out an exasperated scoff in disbelief at his words. “acknowledging my existence isn’t called being clingy. did you ever once ask me out on a date? Remember our anniversaries? Shit-“ you arms flew up in disbelief remembering certain moments. “-you never even said hi to me when you were busy sucking up to other girls. Couldn’t you at least spare your own girlfriend a glance?” “babe, be serious here. yeah I sometimes forget those things but you’re still my girlfriend, I still like you.” Before you could say anything back he stepped closer to you, one hand on your waist and the other caressing your cheek. Oh how you used to love when he touched you—or even showed you any affection at all. “don’t babe me, what the fuck kris we broke up already, it’s over.” You stepped away in disgust at his touch, removing his hands from your body. “y/n, baby, I know you’re not serious. you already know I’m sorry” He stepped closer to you once again with a grin on his face. How dare he find this situation amusing? this time he restrained both of your hands by holding them, stopping you from pushing him away. his face went closer to yours, trying to kiss you. “Ugh-get the fuck off me! You’re drunk! Let go!” You struggled against his strong hold, moving your face around and squirming to avoid his disgusting lips on your body. you weren’t going to let this be like the countless times you’d call him out for being a lousy boyfriend, which always ended up with him manipulating you and getting you into bed ‘as an apology.’ “Hey dude-” The two of you look in the direction of the unfamiliar voice. You see beomgyu’s friend from earlier taking a puff of a cigarette. Exhaling the smoke then tossing it onto the ground, killing it’s flames with the bottom of his shoe. Has he been standing there the whole time? “-she said it’s over already. What’s so hard to understand about that.” He calmly states in his low voice. You took the chance to free yourself from kris’s hold and distance yourself from him, rubbing your wrists in pain from his tight hold.  Kris scoffs and looks to the side. Closing his eyes for 2 seconds in frustration, his tongue poking his cheek from the inside. He returns his gaze to beomgyus friend, pissed at his audacity to interfere in his business. “it’s none of your fucking business. Fuck off already Choi Yeonjun.” you remember tagging along with kris to a party when you first began dating. You had witnessed kris try to joke around about something out of line, which yeonjun didn’t stand for. So when yeonjun called him out in front of everyone at the party, he got heated and tried to start shit with him. After that encounter kris became pissed at you whenever he saw you hanging around Beomgyu and Taehyun at school. “how can I when I came here with her?” He steps close to your body, putting an arm over your shoulder and leaning into your side. your heart speeds up from the close proximity. Taking note of how warm he feels and how he smells like cigarettes, yet also sweet, probably from his cologne. “you and y/n?” Kris lets out a mocking snicker and shit eating grin. Crossing his arms in amusement and disbelief at the sight. “I don’t believe it.” you clenched your fists at your sides and narrow your eyes out of anger. You were tired of always being belittled by him. Before you can speak up to defend yourself yeonjun softly brushes the hair away from your left shoulder, planting a warm lingering kiss onto the exposed juncture between your neck and shoulder. he leave his lips there for a second before opening his eyes to look directly into kris’s. you bite your lip in order to hold back the butterflies you feel in your stomach and the blood rushing to your cheeks. “well hopefully you’ll believe it now.” You can see the right corner of his lip curl up into a smirk. kris stands there frozen. His gaze travels back and forth between you and yeonjun before looking at you. “first Taehyun and beomgyu, and now yeonjun?” He laughed a little too hard. “Always knew you were a slut.” He says directly while looking into your eyes. You feel yeonjun’s body tense up against yours. Your heart beats faster out of anger and your eye brows furrow, flinching at the slur he called you. He leaves, shoulder bumping into yeonjuns on the way out. you and yeonjun stand there side by side, with his arm still hanging around your shoulder. you take a slow breath to cool down and calm your nerves. Looking up at yeonjun, he has an unreadable expression while staring straight ahead. He stays like that for a few moments before taking his arm off your shoulder and placing it into the back pockets of his jeans. his body now facing yours. You couldn’t help but notice how stupidly good his arms looked in his wife beater flexed in that position. the light from the sconces mounted on the wall making them seem like they were perfectly sculpted by some ancient artists. Why the hell were you focusing on yeonjuns arms right- “should I have beat his ass up?” He asks in a too casual tone and serious expression, breaking you out of your thoughts. you burst into a smile and giggle at the absurdity of it all. “he’s not even worth the trouble, trust me.” You convincingly tilt your head at him, you were pretty sure he knew where you were coming from after being there to witness the whole ordeal. “i’ll have to agree with you on that one.” you smiled at his comment before realizing the situation you were in. You slowly crossed your arms while avoiding looking in yeonjun’s direction. “but was all of that really necessary?” you asked. it was your first time meeting him but he just witnessed you arguing with your shitty ex. you were now suspicious of him, especially after witnessing him (maybe) kiss someone earlier. Or maybe he was just too attractive for you to let your guard down around. Yeonjun let out an amused smile at your now defensive stance and disposition. he found your little pout and flustered expression cute. “I don’t think he would’ve gone away if I hadn’t done that.” yeonjun looked at you, watching you nod slowly and kick at random pebbles on the ground. “I only witnessed everything up to the part where he forced himself on you.” He assured. You looked up at yeonjun with obvious relief shown on your face. ‘cute’ yeonjun thought to himself. Smiling at your adorable antics. “oh, okay then, that’s good. thanks for saving me.” you looked up to offer him a small smile of gratitude. he didn’t say anything but instead just softly looked at you — staring at you, almost. You stood there awkwardly under his gaze, silence suddenly taking over the atmosphere. Yeonjun in all honesty was enamored with you. He liked the way you avoided eye contact with him but at the same time weren’t shy to look directly into his eyes. He liked the way you seemed small and fragile but also knew how to stand your ground. He liked the way your features were shadowed and highlighted by the light nearby. he wanted to know more about you. “next time you go to these parties, call me? i’ll be your personal bodyguard.” You were caught off guard by his strange request. “hm?” You let out a confused noise that shocked even you. You didn’t mean for your confusion to slip out like that. yeonjun laughed heartily at your reaction. The sound making you ease up. “so? you don’t like the idea of a completely free personal bodyguard?” He tilted his head at you and smirked. You’d be lying if you said his annoyingly pretty face alone didn’t convince you to entertain his strange request. you were interrupted before you could speak up to accept his offer. “y/n! Is that you?” You looked away from yeonjun to see jisoo calling out your name, aggressively squinting to see if it was truly you she was seeing. you saw Karina and ellie’s boyfriend Jacob occupied with dragging a drunk Ellie to the direction of the car. you’ve never felt more grateful about jisoo basically being blind than in this moment. Part of you didn’t want to have to explain to your crazy friends about why you were seen alone with yeonjun at a secluded part of the house—the famous yeonjun whom everyone knew and pined over. You thanked jisoo in your head for saving you from the awkward situation with yeonjun. “yeah, its me! I’ll be there soon!” You shouted in her direction, hoping her horrible vision wouldn’t allow her to notice yeonjun with you. you turned your attention back to the boy in front of you, leaving him hanging about his request to be your ‘personal bodyguard.’ “Tell the guys I said bye?” you felt bad about telling them you’d be back, only to disappear for the night. “yeah, I’ll let them know.” you started to jog to catch up with your friends. ‘did I just get rejected?’ yeonjun thinks to himself after failing to get your number and also having you walk away from him like nothing happened. He starts to follow your now distant figure. “bye y/n!” you looked back to see yeonjun who moved from his previous spot and was now waving at you beneath the moonlit summer night. a pretty smile shown on his face. In all honestly it felt weird hearing your name come from his mouth. “bye yeonjun!” You waved back to him and returned his smile. ❁ཻུ۪۪♡ yeonjun caught up with the four boys in the backyard. “Where have you been?” Soobin eyes yeonjun up suspiciously. “Probably making out with some random girl.” Kai squealed the last part out in a childish tone, earning a punch to the shoulder from yeonjun. “y/n wanted to say bye to you guys but she left with her friends already.” Yeonjun took a sip from the red cup he snatched from Taehyun. “ew the hell is this? this is horrible.” He grimaced at the bitter taste and swirled around the liquid in the cup. He was confused from the silence amongst the usually noisy boys. he looked up to be met with judging expressions from not only beomgyu and Taehyun but also soobin and kai who had only just met you that night. “what?” Yeonjun asked, not knowing why they were looking at him like that. “y/n?? As in my friend y/n??” Beomgyu questioned, pointing to himself with that judging look still on his face. “cmon man, not y/n.” soobin added on. He had only met you that same night but already liked your presence. “oh my goddddd.” Yeonjun sighed and rolled his eyes. “I didn’t make out with her and I didn’t sleep with her.” He swept his onyx hair back. “yeah, we know, y/n would never stoop that low.” Taehyun said earning him an astonished expression from yeonjun and laughs from soobin and kai. eventually the topic of conversation switched after yeonjun put taehyun in a head lock. beomgyu who was the closest to you was still shocked at hearing yeonjun mention your name so casually. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . you woke up to the bright sun piercing though your window. ‘I thought I closed them last night.’ You groggily think to yourself. Maybe the sound of your door opening and your moms voice wasn’t apart of your dream after all. You tried, really tried to ignore the bright sun and go back to sleep but with the snores of Ellie passed out dead next to you and her legs strewed over yours, it was impossible to succumb to your precious sleep. You sighed and admitted defeat for the day, sitting up to see the digital clock on your nightstand read 9:32 in the morning. You had honestly forgotten you lost the game of Rock Paper Scissors to your friends, which explained Ellie sleeping with you in your bed. Despite her intoxicated mind last night, she was able to let you guys know that her parents would kill her if she came home drunk at night. you were all very shocked to hear Ellie sound perfectly sober while explaining to her parents she would spend the night at your house. As expected from a drama kid. you managed to move your leg that was asleep—under the weight of Ellies leg—off the bed and carried the rest of your body towards the bathroom to freshen up. You mindlessly brushed your teeth, going over random thoughts in your head. your encounter with yeonjun last night managed to make itself known in your head. You took the toothbrush out of your mouth, sighing loudly and placing both of your palms on the counter, using it to support your weight while you closed your eyes.  ‘Choi Yeonjun…?’ You shook your head in disbelief at the moment the two of you shared last night. ‘Personal bodyguard??’ You chewed at your lip and shook your head some more. “yeah I liked that movie too.” You yelped and jumped back in surprise, seeing Ellie standing beside you, currently yawning and having her hands in your shorts (that you struggled to put on her last night) scratching at her butt. You couldn’t believe you were thinking out loud and couldn’t believe you didn’t hear Ellie enter the bathroom. Hopefully she only heard the second part of your inner thoughts. “god, make some noise will you, scared the crap outta me.” you eye her up offendedly, your words being a bit muffled from the toothpaste in your mouth. “sorry ‘bout that biatch.” She takes her toothbrush that’s been at your house from the countless sleepovers with your friends. The two of you eventually stare at the mirror busy brushing away. you lean down towards the faucet to rinse your mouth with water before Ellie lets out 3 astonishing syllables. “CHWE FMKIN UNJOON?!” (Actually 5 syllables) you manage to decipher her muffled words as ‘choi fucking yeonjun.’ Before you can retaliate you’re busy trying to catch your breath from choking on the minty sink water. You look up to see Ellie staring at you with saucer eyes, looking comical as the blue foam escapes past her lips and her arm remains holding in the toothbrush in her mouth. When you return eye contact she hurriedly spits out the toothpaste in her mouth. After at least 5 minutes of back and forths in the bathroom you finally give in and tell her all about what happened the night before. “the peng yeonjun? Yeonjun who only actually speaks to girls if he’s gonna screw them that night? And fuck kris! m proud of you for standing up to him.” Ellie says all at once as you sit facing each other on your bed. “yes! that yeonjun, starts with a y and ends with an n. The only person in this town named yeonjun. And yeah screw kris, that jackass—wait, what do you mean yeonjun who sleeps with girls?” You asked dumbfounded. “y/n literally everyone knows this already, even emo Gregory.” (Emo Gregory being the dark emo kid at your school who talks to literally no one.) okay you knew she was lying about emo Gregory because there’s no way he would know anything about yeonjun who went to a different high school. “Every single girl says they wish they were Luna just so they could get yeonjun’s attention.” Suddenly the information Ellie told you and the scene you witnessed on the dance floor last night started to make sense. “are they… fuck buddies…?” you hesitantly ask, almost asking if they were dating but with the context clues of the information you just received, you redacted it to friends with benefits. Ellie slings both her arms backwards and falls on her back onto your pillows. “ugh idk, they don’t seem like that though, more likeeeeee…besties…?” She tilts her head at the thought and grimaces. “they’re just…weird, that’s all I know.” you sit there in silence trying to process it all. “-and I also know I have a banging ass headache.” ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . later that evening you walked to a nearby Chinese restaurant to pick up dinner for your family. You had your mini disc player in hand and headphones playing your favorite band from the 70’s, bee gees. Having your parents be friends with the owners meant simply placing an order over the landline. you walk into the cozy restaurant, hearing the chime of the door go off. ‘Oh Y/n! Your food will be out in a few.’ Your family friend told you as you waited by the counter. through the music in your headphones you could hear a familiar sound. You looked up to see a familiar group of boys gathered at a table, kai’s laugh in particular catching your attention. You stayed at your spot for a bit, not wanting to intrude. Until you met eyes with beomgyu who was facing your direction, in which you gave him a disgusted look while raking his body up and down with your eyes. something the two of you usually did whenever you met eye contact across the room. He did the same to you, making kai and soobin turn their heads in your direction. They waved at you and called your name to which you reciprocated with a smile: which is how you found yourself seated at a table in a Chinese restaurant waiting for your food with three particular boys engaging in casual conversation. “y/n, help yourself.” Soobin motioned to the food laid out in front of them, half eaten and all. “no it’s okay.” You waved your hands in front of you to deny his offer. “My foods coming out in a bit anyways.” “soobin, we already ate the food.” Hueningkai breaks out into an awkward fit of laughter, apologizing to you on the behalf of soobins offer. Beomgyu pushes soobins head (which he was in fact looking at his lap in shame) with his knuckles, clicking his tongue at him. “Boy are you embarrassing.” soobin threatens to do the same with beomgyu, which makes him flinch in his seat. You laugh at the scene. “Leave the poor boy alone.” You say to kai and beomgyu. “At least y/n has my back.” He sneers at the two boys and crosses his arms in defense. “taehyun isn’t here with you guys?” You ask, used to seeing he and beomgyu together. before you could receive a reply from kai, beomgyu cuts him off. Propping his elbow on the table and putting his fist against his cheek to hold his head up. Hearing about one of his close friends reminded him of another. “soooooo you meant yeonjun huh?” You’re caught off guard by the question but try not to show it. “yeahhhhh, last night at the party actually.” You stretch out the first part just as beomgyu did with his question. not receiving any words back you slowly sit back into your seat and cross your arms in suspicion. “Why?” “mm nothing, just didn’t know you two had met.” Beomgyu says dismissively, pursing his lips at the thought. Soobin and kai sat there awkwardly, switching their sights between the two of you and observing the strange atmosphere. you were saved from beomgyu’s weird behavior by the owner calling your name out for your finished order. “bye kai, bye soobin. i’ll see you guys around.” you waved goodbye to them as you quickly got up from your seat next to beomgyu. You were a bit pissed at beomgyu for suddenly making the atmosphere awkward with his friends around, perplexed at his actions. the boy in question was as bit as perplexed as you were. He didn’t want to admit he was being possessive of you as his friend. If it were with soobin and kai he wouldn’t mind, but with yeonjun? Yeonjun who mentioned your name so casually that night, as if he’d known you for as long beomgyu knew you? Yeonjun, his dear friend that he loved and cared for... maybe he was possessive over both of his friends, actually. ------------ GODDAMn I wrote this like a few months ago and wanted to post it as a full story but I got writers block lol... depending on how well this does I might find the inspiration to write more chapters for it idk :/ also might change the title of this :0

[practicingsmut]

Oh My!

druid!soonyoung x bard!reader, 2.5k words, dry humping, sorry that this one's a little lackluster I've been sick and haven't had the time to work on it as much as I wanted

You weren’t lost. Sure, you were in a forest you had never been in before, and you couldn’t find the path marked on your map again after having stepped off of it hours ago to find a secluded place to do your business, but that didn’t mean you were lost. You had a map, and you were sure that eventually you’d find some sort of landmark that will help you find exactly where you were on the little piece of paper you held in front of you.

At least, you were sure up until the point that you stepped in a snare and ended up dangling six feet off the ground from your ankle. That certainly put a damper on things. You attempted to catch your bag as it slid off your back, but only succeeded in sending everything in it flying as it was knocked a few feet away. You cursed to yourself and hoped to the gods that your lyre hadn’t broken. The strings had just been replaced and you didn’t have enough money to repair them again.

For a little while you did try to get out of your predicament. You weren’t sure how long you were at it, but a decent effort was made. Eventually, though, you gave up with a sigh and resigned yourself to your fate, knowing that the owner of the snare would be by at some point to check it. You pushed down any thoughts of the snare being abandoned that threatened to sneak up on you.

Despite the odd positioning, you actually found yourself dozing off a couple of times. Your eyes were closed, your breathing slowing into a deep, steady rhythm, when a twig snapped behind you. A small scream escaped your lips and you flailed about for a moment before realizing that you couldn’t really do anything. All you could do was wait for whoever or whatever snapped the twig to come into your line of sight and hope that they were friendly.

The man looked friendly, at the very least. You could tell immediately from the armor he wore and the staff he carried that he was a druid of some sort. Druids tended to be nice people, you told yourself. His eyes were near-closed into crescent shapes as he stifled a laugh.

“You, uh, you need some help there?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh no, I’m just hanging out, perfectly fine,” you spat back. Maybe he was being a little too friendly as he laughed at your situation. “Obviously I need some help, I need to get down.”

The man threw his hands up in surrender. “Sorry, sorry. Just poking a little fun is all. We’ll get you down in no time.”

You were dangling much too high for the part of the snare that cinched around your ankle to be disarmed, so he moved to the other end where it was attached to a tree. You watched intently as he fiddled with it for a moment and then the air was being knocked out of you as you fell unceremoniously to the ground like a sack of potatoes. The man rushed over immediately, hesitating for a second before reaching forward to help you up.

“I am so sorry, I should have realized you’d come down fast,” he said, clearly wanting to do something to help you but not wanting to cross any boundaries you might have.

“No, it’s alright. It didn’t hurt too bad, it was just a surprise. Thank you for helping me down,” you replied.

“I’m Soonyoung, by the way.” You introduced yourself in turn before asking that he help you to your feet.

Your right leg was fine, if a little bit unused to working. Your left leg - the one that had been caught in the snare - refused to hold you up. Pins and needles shot up the length of it the second you tried to put your weight on it. You lurched forward and Soonyoung was barely able to catch you in time and keep you from falling back to the ground. One of his strong arms held you around your back while you leaned against his chest. Even with the leather armor he wore you could tell he was quite muscular, and you blushed at the realization of how close the two of you were.

“I think I might have been up there for a bit too long,” you muttered. Soonyoung chuckled in response. “Would you mind getting me to that tree over there so I can lean against it and then helping me gather my things? My bag fell when I was pulled into the air and my things sort of scattered.”

Soonyoung nodded and did just as you asked. A moment later you had all of your things once more packed safely away - your lyre was unharmed except for some smudges of dirt, thankfully - and you could finally think about what you were going to do next. Unfortunately, you had no idea what you were going to do.

“You wouldn’t happen to know where the nearest inn is, would you?” you asked. “I had hoped to make it to Neverwinter proper before nightfall, but I don’t think that’s a possibility anymore, both with my loss of time and my newly acquired injury.”

“Unfortunately, you’re deeper in the woods than you must have realized. The nearest village is almost two days’ travel by foot, much more than that with your leg the way it is,” Soonyoung explained. Two days? The only way that was possible is if you went in the exact wrong direction after getting lost that morning - something that was very much a possibility. You hung your head and sighed, about to resign yourself to another sad night camping in the woods, when Soonyoung spoke up again. “My home isn’t too far from here. You’re welcome to stay with me.”

You looked up at him, sure that your face bore a resemblance to a puppy pleading for scraps of food at the dinner table. “Are you sure? You’ve already helped me and I wouldn’t want to impose upon you.”

“It wouldn’t be imposing at all. In fact, it’s been quite a while since I’ve had any visitors, and the company would be a nice change of pace.” He flashed that same smile that made his eyes crinkle at you once more. How could you say no to that?

Leaning most of your wait on Soonyoung for support, the two of you moved slowly through the forest in the direction of his home. It felt good to be going in a sure direction rather than just wandering around hoping you were headed the right way. The sun moved overhead and was starting to get low in the sky, though it hadn’t yet begun to set. You were limping badly but you were doing alright, right up until you tripped on a tree root you hadn’t noticed. It was all thanks to Soonyoung’s tight grip on your waist that you didn’t fall flat on your face.

“Would it be easier if I carried you?” he offered. “It would let you rest your leg, and plus we’d get there much more quickly.”

“Soonyoung, you’ve already done so much for me—” you started protesting.

“And I wouldn’t offer to do more unless I was willing to actually do it,” he interrupted. “People have to help each other when they can. It’s only right.”

You nodded, unable to help yourself from melting a little at his soft voice. It truly was lucky that you were rescued from your stupidity by someone so incredibly kind. It also didn’t hurt that he was handsome, too. You hoped he couldn’t hear how hard your heart was pounding as he scooped you into his arms, one of them supporting your back while the other went behind the crook of your knees. Your arms found their way around his neck to hold you steady and your back sat right in your lap for easy transport.

He wasn’t kidding when he said you’d arrive at his home much more quickly if you weren’t walking. You hadn’t realized how much you were holding him up until you weren’t anymore. It couldn’t have been more than an hour from the time he picked you up until the time his front door came into view. His home was a cute little cottage with a tree growing straight up the center of it, the canopy of which spread out far beyond the bounds of the building.

You thought he’d put you down outside so that he could open the door, but he had no trouble whatsoever doing so with you still in his arms. Living in the woods so far from other people must mean that locking the door was unnecessary. The living room you stepped into was cluttered in the coziest type of way and Soonyoung set you down on the most comfortable sofa you had ever felt beneath you.

“Would you like some tea?” he asked, but before you could answer he was gone, off to what you assumed was the kitchen.

You relaxed on the sofa and listened to the whistling of the kettle while you waited for him to return, rubbing your sore hip in an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure. Luckily your boot had been thick enough that the snare wire hadn’t cut into your ankle, or else you would have been more worried about that than your hip. Just a few minutes later Soonyoung was back with a whole tray of tea accoutrements.

You accepted a cup from him, mixing in a decent scoop of sugar before pulling it close to your chest in the hopes that the heat of it would help you relax more. You watched as Soonyoung fiddled with his own cup for a minute before sitting on the floor, his back against the side of the sofa. It was then that you realized you were taking up all of the seating.

“Oh my gods, let me move out of the way,” you offered. Soonyoung tried to wave you off and insist that that wasn’t necessary, but you were already putting your cup of tea down and shifting to pull your legs in. A loud crack resounded through the air as a sharp pain shot through your hip and up your back.

Soonyoung was on you a moment later, concern etched deeply on his face. One hand came to rest on your upper back while the other hovered over your injured hip while he waited for permission to touch you there. After you nodded and his warm hand settled gently on the joint. You winced in pain before Soonyoung started rubbing his hand over the injured area; the pressure was uncomfortable for a moment before it started to chase away the pain. You found yourself melting into his touch, especially after he shifted the two of you so that you were on your back with your legs over his and he was half leaning over you.

He had to have been working some sort of druid magic as he massaged over your hip. A warm slightly tingling feeling radiated out from the area he touched; you closed your eyes and threw your head back against the arm of the sofa as you relished in it. A moan slipped out of your mouth a moment later completely involuntarily. Your eyes shot open and your face flushed with embarrassment, but Soonyoung didn’t seem awkward about the situation. Quite the opposite, in fact - his breathing was steady but heavy, and when you trailed your eyes down the length of his torso they came to rest on a very obvious tent in his pants.

You put a hand on his to stop him and only then did the embarrassment and shame cross his face, but you only wanted to halt him temporarily so that you could rearrange yourself on the couch. You moved slowly so as to not further injure your hip, settling into a position where your upper body was laying flat while your legs were twisted onto their side and your knees were bent. Your bad hip was the one facing upwards.

Placing your hands on Soonyoung’s shoulders, you gave him plenty of time to move away should he want to, but he didn’t. You pulled him down so that he was laying overtop of you, his arms holding him up so that he didn’t crush you underneath him. You bit your lip to stifle the moan that wanted to come out of your mouth when his clothed erection came into contact with your clothed core.

“Is this alright?” you asked. Your voice came out in a whisper as if talking too loud would ruin the moment that was building between the two of you.

Soonyoung cleared his throat before answering in just as soft a voice. “Yeah, it’s uh… it’s alright.” You chuckled and leaned up to press a light kiss to his cheek before laying back and letting him take charge.

He moved slowly at first, almost too slow for your liking, his hips rocking back and forth. His hard cock rubbed against you with just enough pressure to leave you wanting more, catching your clit and teasing you through the layers of clothing you wore. He also leaned over you at just the right angle that his pelvis was on your hip, massaging it not quite effectively as his hand did. You welcomed the contact all the same.

Soonyoung picked up speed incrementally, the change so minimal that you barely even noticed it was happening until suddenly he was moving at a speed you didn’t want him to change. Your hands scrambled for something to grip so he brought his forward to lace your fingers together on either side of your head.

“Just like that,” you gasped out. “Keep doing that.”

“Fuck, I’m so close,” he responded.

A moment later you felt a shudder run through him as he reached his peak. He kept up with his pace until you were orgasming too, the slickness of your underwear starting to get to you as you both came down from your highs.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Soonyoung asked, a hand trailing over your hip. It was still sore, of course, but the high of orgasming did a wonderful job of distracting you from it.

“No, you didn’t hurt me,” you answered with a giggle. “I do feel a little gross though. Maybe a bath is in order? I might need some help getting there, though.” You still didn’t trust yourself to be able to walk very far. As much as your hip felt okay now, it would probably start throbbing again the second you put weight on it.

“Oh, don’t worry. I can help with that,” Soonyoung assured you. He then scooped you into his arms, pressing kisses along the side of your face as he carried you deeper into his home.

[final-girl96]

Firefly Chapter Sixty-One

Joel

Joel could hear the footsteps and voices above him. He gripped the knife yn had put in hand tighter in his grip. He needed to move; he needed to get up. He had to find the girls and make sure they're alright. So that's what he did; he forced himself to stand. It hurt like hell, and he was weak. He vaguely remembers Ellie and yn talking about some kind of antibiotic. His hand laid over his wound as he moved around. One of the assholes above had figured out someone was down here and opened the door.

Joel hid in the shadows, waiting for the perfect opportunity to take him out. While his back was turned, Joel came out from the shadows, grabbed him, and slit his throat before he could even yell for help. Then he slowly made his way upstairs and took out the other still lingering around; well, all of them but two. He needed to know where they had his girls. He had one by sitting against the wall, hands and feet tied. The other guy he had strapped to a chair.

He asked where they had the girls, and they didn't give him an answer at first. So he changed things up and slammed his knife into the chair guy's leg. He let out a blood curdling scream, and Joel pulled it back out. He put the handle in the asshole’s mouth and pulled open a map. “Tell me where they are!” The guy pointed the tip of the blood knife to a spot on the map, and Joel pulled it back, looking at where a small blood stain was now. He killed both men before heading out to look for Yn and Ellie.

Yn

Shit hit the fan after Ellie broke David's finger. He's lucky I didn't reach through the bars and smash his face against them for the crude comments he made. The way he suggested he and Ellie would make “a great team.” The way he looked her up and down. He wasn't happy when she broke his finger, storming out and slamming the door. A few minutes later, he was coming back in with another asshole. One held me back as they took Ellie out of the cell and strapped her to the table just outside the cell door. I was cursing and screaming at them, threatening to kill them.

At some point, Ellie bit the guy with the butcher knife, causing him to drop it. “Fucking bitch!” Ellie started to laugh, “I'm infected you fucking asshole!” That was one way to fuck with someone's head. The guy she bit started to freak out. “She's not lying, lifting her sleeve up!” David glared at me but pushed her sleeves up and found the healed bit mark. What I didn't see coming was Ellie getting a hold of the butcher knife and killing the guy she bit.

She was able to get free and knock David back into the wall. His head bounced off the wall knocking him unconscious. Ellie grabbed his keys and unlocked the cell door. Once the door opened we ran. We ran through the door and into some kind of shop. Just as we ran out the back door, David was yelling after us that he would catch us eventually. I was going to make sure that never happens.

We ran into the next shop, looking around it looks like it was once a pet story maybe. We could hear David yelling about us escaping and for the men standing around outside to keep a look out for us. That when they find us to bring us to him. We quietly snuck through the store keeping an eye on the dark shape outside the windows. The snow was starting to fall again, wind picking up causing the snow to swirl around. The heavier the snow fell, the harder it was to see. But that meant it would be a little easier for Ellie and I to sneak around.

We jumped through a window frame that the glass had been completely broken out of and into the store. Ellie was in the lead, ducking into an office. I followed behind her as she walked through a doorway and across a short hall to another office. We were looking around for anything that we could use as weapons, when voices froze us in place. They were inside the store with us. I looked up and nudged Ellie, pointing my finger to the window above us. She climbed up onto the overturned filing cabinet, careful not to make too much noise and pulled herself up with me following shortly after.

It had brought us to an alleyway. We quickly hide beside a dumpster as voices grow closer. something cold was pressed into my hand and I looked down to see Ellis's knife. I flipped it open, gripped the handle tight, and listened. After a few minutes I looked around the dumpster, spotting one guy standing at the end of the alley. Ellie tapped my shoulder and I turned my head. She held up a piece of a brick, stepped around me and threw it down the alley. My eyes widened and I glared at her. She quickly pressed her back against the wall beside the dumpster and I pressed my to the side of it.

The guy standing at the end of the alley was slowly making his way towards us. I crouched down and quickly looked around the dumpster to see where he was. His back was turned towards me but he was standing right in front of the dumpster, I took that as my queue. I slowly stood, stepping out behind him, knife gripped in my hand, bringing it up and slamming it into the side of his neck. He let out a gurgling gasp, hand reaching up to press to his neck. He turned around, eyes wide, looking dead in the eye. He opened his mouth to yell to his little buddies but wasn't quick enough. In one fluid motion and zero fucks to give, I slit his throat before he could even blink.

The gun in his hand dropped to the ground as he brought both hands up to his throat. Blood poured around his fingers like a waterfall; a thick red waterfall. The light faded from his eyes and he dropped to his knees. The snow below him turned dark red, kind of like a cherry snow cone. I bent down and picked the revolver, checking to see how much ammo it had, and handed it to Ellie. “Holy shit,” she whispered, looking down at the now dead man. “Stay behind me.” I told her and made my way to the end of the alley. The snow was swirling around with the wind making it almost impossible to see. But it could see we had at least three more to take care of.