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jigeuminunbich · 8 months ago

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what a girl wants | park jisung (m)

synopsis — after tapping out early into your first-time, jisung refuses to be a fool in front of you again. gathering reinforcements, he arms himself in preparation to please you when the next time comes for you both to be intimate. and boy, does he learn a lot.

genre — nonidol!au (inexperienced!jisung x experienced!reader), fem!reader, mature (smut), and established relationship

minors dni, please ! (nsfw tags under the cut)

content — probably needs another proof read, men explaining sex, multiple scenes of ji lasting a millisecond (jk, jk), pet-names (pretty, babe, baby), reader naturally takes on a bit of a dominate role, brief missionary, cunniligus, overstimulation, hair-pulling, unprotected probone, even more missionary, ear play + sucking, creampie, and a tiny off-hand joke about dh offering to fawk jisung

word count — 6k

author’s note — listen, ik virtually everyone came out of tds3 loving chenle (rightfully so) but personally, i’ve been on jisung timing since my stop teehee 🤭

I. ACT ONE

Jisung had dreamed of this moment much more than he’d care to admit to. You both had been dating for nearly a year and had yet gotten to the point of stark intimacy, well, until now.

It was breathtaking really, seeing you under him. He couldn’t believe this was his reality, that you were actually doing this with him. That was all he could think about when you first initiated it. He let you take the lead, per usual, but this time it reached a point where he was eager to agree when you asked if he was ready.

Though, at this moment, he was coming to regret that excited confirmation he had delivered earlier.

“Oh,” you verbalized from the junction of Jisung’s neck following the sudden stall in his movements. “Did you…?”

A faint whimper escapes from Jisung’s lips, visibly coming down from his evident climax. You watch as Jisung’s eyes flutter open, his face soon contorting into a look of sheer horror, dropping his head to where your bodies met to witness the scene completely for himself.

“Oh my god…” he mumbles in what you read as bewilderment, his head snapping back to speak to you.

“___, I am so sorry.” Jisung sputters out immediately.

A fond laugh fights its way through you, and you shake your head to mask it away. “No, no. It’s okay, Ji’…”

You try to comfort him, but his flushed face remains puffy with frustration. Your hands that come to coddle his bloated cheeks do little to soothe his nerves. Jisung huffs, undoubtedly upset with himself.

“Hey, look at me.” You urge his gaze to meet your own, he finds your eyes soft and a tender smile playing at your lips. Jisung finds his heart rate slowing at this, the pad of your thumb that smoothes over his tense jaw aiding in his relaxation.

“We can stop, if you want?”

Jisung inhales sharply, squeezing his eyes shut as if once he opens them back up that this moment will have never happened. But you’re still there, waiting patiently for his answer.

He thinks for a moment. There was a thought that spoke to him, to keep going as he knew how long you both had waited for this night. But the weight of his reality felt like it was physically crushing him too much to listen.

“Uh, yeah. I think that’d be best…” He answers meekly and you reluctantly nod.

His room falls silent besides from the rustling of you assisting him with pulling out and the bed creaking under his weight as he plops in the spot next to your body. You regretfully sit up after only experiencing time on your back momentarily, sparing a solemn look to Jisung who’s large hands hide his face.

“You okay?” Your voice is gentle as you probe him.

Jisung clears his throat, revealing his face briefly when he sits up on his elbows to address you. It’s painted a furious pink from what you assume is his embarrassment and shimmers with sweat. “Yeah, I just—uh— need a minute.”

Understanding of him, you decide to slip away to handle yourself. “Okay, well, I’ll be in the bathroom.”

“Mhm.” Jisung nods, watching you intently as you slide from the mattress, grabbing his once discarded tee, and trail to the nearby bathroom before disappearing behind the door.

His body meets his bed again with a thud, shielding his hot face away with his hands once again.

II. JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE

It takes a number of business days before Jisung can even work up the courage to see you in person, let alone mention what had transpired that night. The memory had been gnawing away at him since, every time he blinked, or tried to sleep, your nonplus reaction to his “premature” arrival was all he could see.

There was no way he could bring it up in conversation just yet… at least not to you.

“You what?!” Renjun exclaims in absolute horror.

“He lasted thirty seconds!” Chenle gleefully responds for Jisung, still coming down from the belly-splitting laughing fit he had just went through before informing Renjun.

Brazenly (and stupidly), Jisung had decided he was fed up with his set of circumstances— trusting his best-friend and roommate, Chenle, with the information that had landed him in this unfortunate position.

But very quickly, he realized just how much of a mistake that was.

Jisung sighs frustratedly— sparing the brunette a piercing glare before angling his attention back to Renjun, “It was more like a minute and a half…”

“Oh, Jisung, that’s still not good.” Renjun comes over, slowly sitting on the opposite side of his junior.

“I know.” Jisung physically slumps in his spot, a cutesy pout on his face.

A tight-lipped, earnest smile graces Renjun’s face and he places a comforting hand on Jisung’s shoulder. “Did you at least help her?”

Jisung asks blankly, confused. “With what?”

Renjun pauses alongside Chenle, both of them sharing a horrified look while Jisung looks between them like a neonate dear.

“You didn’t help her?!” Chenle screeches, eyes bulging and eyebrows angled in complete confusion.

“Do what?!” Jisung bellows, now frustrated.

“Jisung, even I know what you’re supposed to do for your girlfriend in the event you.. finish early…” Renjun voices deeply and careful enough for his friend’s digestion.

Jisung pauses for a moment, picking apart Renjun’s words before making a face of understanding.“I— oh, well she said she’d take care of it!”

“Still,” Renjun sighs, taking a moment to calm himself. “you’re supposed to offer, man.”

“I’ve got to tell Mark about this…” Chenle shakes his head, already typing in the group chat.

III. SECOND OPINION(S)

“Dude…”

Mark’s face is twisted in an expression Jisung can only decipher as disbelief, a common emotion he’s encountered since filling in his friend group on his situation.

“I know, I know. It’s not a good look.”

Donghyuck scoffs amusedly, having stopped in on the conversation after overhearing the absurd topic. “It’s an awful look, actually. How do you cum in thirty seconds without getting your girl off after?”

“It wasn’t—“ Jisung sighs, gathering himself. “I don’t know. I have no idea what I’m doing.” He recedes, sinking into the material of the couch that supported him, Mark, and Jaemin.

“Well, ___ knows this, right?” Jeno pipes from beside Donghyuck after remaining silent the whole debriefing session.

Jisung shifts in his spot, shrinking from the burning gazes of his friends as they wait for him to overshare. “Yeah, I mean, we talked about it before. But she has experience, and— I dunno— I thought I’d at least do okay…”

“Ah, Jisung. No ones ever perfect doing anything for the first time.” Jaemin plants a rather rough yet consoling pat on the younger’s back.

“I was.” Donghyuck interjects, a smug look on his face while shrugging his shoulders.

Renjun scoffs, shoving the back of the former’s head from his positioning— leaning over the same couch Donghyuck happened to be sprawled across. “You cried.”

“Aht!“ Donghyuck rubs his head, snapping around to correct his friend. “That was the second time!”

Mark sighs deeply, drawing the attention away from his friends’ squabble. “Jisung, have you both talked about it since?”

Jisung anxiously plays with his ear, pouting. “Well, no, even if I wanted to I just don’t know what I’d say…” It was a true concern for him. He had muddled over the scenario in his about a dozen times at this point, and every time he couldn’t find the appropriate words to say to you— even if you weren’t even really there.

“Sorry for only lasting thirty seconds?” Chenle wickedly suggests, earning yet another warning glare from Jisung.

“Ou, if you don’t know how to say it, you could always get a cake!” Donghyuck piles on, promptly earning another wack to his head— this time Jeno is the unamused culprit.

“Look, next time you see her, just be honest.” Jaemin advises, effectively drowning out the whining of his battered friend who claimed Chenle deserves the lashings because he commented first.

Jisung nods, considering it but not with another issue forming in his mind. “Okay, well… what about… you know...”

“The sex?” A handful of them chime in response.

The younger boy’s lips form a tight, shy line, obviously still finding the topic a bit taboo. “Yes, yes— that. What am I supposed to do? I don’t want a repeat of last time…”

“Just watch a bunch of porn, that’s what I did.” Donghyuck recommends, still testing his luck.

Exhausted, Renjun simply lets his eyes pierce into the back of his friend’s head for a moment before sighing.

“How about we don’t do that and just give you some pointers, hmm?”

Jisung claps his hands together, liking that nugget of advice way more than Donghyuck’s, who sits offended, tongue infamously poking his cheek.

“Okay, sounds good.”

IV. H.T.P.A.S.Y.G 101

Now, when Jisung was told that everyone would be meeting in he, Chenle, and Renjun’s shared living room to “give him pointers”, he didn’t necessarily expect to be surrounded by his friends while his television displayed a slide show.

Surprisingly, Donghyuck ran the operation with his laptop perched on the armrest on the opposite couch, even after his treatment the other night.

“Alright, Jisung, welcome to how to please and satisfy your girl 1-0-1!” Donghyuck stands at the center of the room, gesturing towards the screen that projects the title ‘H.T.P.A.S.Y.G 101’— along with throwaway stock photos of couples experiencing varied emotions.

“Woah. Did you make this?” Jisung voices, foolishly impressed with his friend’s set-up.

Donghyuck’s facials drop, “No. It was already a template on Canva.” He deadpans while Jisung makes a motion of understanding.

Collectively, his friends blink ludicrously at Jisung’s naïveté. “He made it, Jisung-ie…” Jaemin clarifies slowly.

“Ah,” the latter nods, embarrassment creeping up his skin.

Donghyuck shakes his head before putting the attention back on the screen where he flips to the next slide, automatically does Jisung pull out his phone to retain the coming information.

“Okay, first rule, don’t come in thirty seconds.”

A cacophony of snickers and tittering emerge from the group at Jisung’s expense.

“I— how long are you guys gonna run with this?” Jisung cringes, regretting all over again even including the detail of his duration.

The man in the center staggers back into his spot, pretending to wipe away fallen tears. “I’m sorry it’s too funny…”

“Now! It may seem hard but the last thing we want is a redo of what happened last time, yes?” Jisung nods shamefully, lips tight.

“Next rule, be a giver. Down the line you can find out whether or not she prefers it but to start, you wanna take charge and get your girl off.”

Jisung hums, his focus being the ever growing list on his phone-screen. Curious, Jeno peers over at him.

“A—are you seriously taking notes?” He furrows his brows at the open tab in Jisung’s notes app.

“Hey, he’s a diligent learner!” Donghyuck waves a warning finger towards Jeno before turning to reassure Jisung. “Don’t worry, Jisung, the best students study.”

He addresses his older friend’s defense of him briefly, already having questions about the lesson. “When we say… get her off— what do you mean?”

“Eat her out, Jisung.” Chenle interjects flatly.

“Oh.” Jisung’s head bobs slowly. “And how do I do that?”

The “teacher” sucks his teeth, “Christ, do we have to teach you everything?”

Jisung just blinks in response, earning a tired sigh from Donghyuck, “I’ll send you some material after class.”

“Okay.” Jisung nods.

“Third rule! Take it slow. Kind of ties back into rule one but can be used elsewhere. Listen, I know you’re a bit of a fumbling mess but at least try and make it seem like you know what you’re doing.”

Despite the directed jab, Jisung continues to diligently jot down Donghyuck’s advice.

“What does ___ like, do you know?” Mark pipes.

“Sexually?” The boy’s eyes go wide, a bit startled.

Mark snorts, “I’m not asking for her favorite food, man,”

Jisung breathes out a sheepish laugh, “Ah, well, she’s kinda sensitive around the ears…”

Donghyuck claps, startling Jisung but effectively grabbing his attention, “Alright, involve that! Kiss, lick, suck for all I care. You gotta do something that’ll turn her on, you can’t just whip your dick out and stop there, got it?”

“Got it.” Jisung re-affirms, intently copying down every word that leaves his friends’ mouths.

“Well, I think that’s enough for today,” Donghyuck nods, clearly proud of himself.

“Thank god.” Jaemin sighs exasperatedly, earning himself a warning look from Donghyuck. The latter rolls his eyes, smiling at Jisung who overviews what he’s learnt so far.

“You seem like you picked up well, I’ll quiz you after you watch the material.”

Jeno snorts, “You do know you’re not an actual teacher, right?”

Donghyuck smugly smirks, propping his hands onto his hips.

“Don’t be a hater, Jen’. If you want a lesson, you can just ask. Don’t think I forgot about what Iseul said— agh!” Swiftly, Jeno starts strangling Donghyuck to cut him off, the ladder dramatically flopping on the couch behind him and taking the older boy with him.

Using the commotion to his advantage, Renjun swoops in to take a seat next to Jisung, who quietly reviews his notes in the midst of the chaos.

“And Jisung,”

“Hmm?” The younger glances up from his notes.

“Don’t forget that the reason we’re here is because ___ likes you. Not what you can do for her in bed or any tricks these idiots are telling you to do…”

“Ah, okay.”

“I mean, we all mean well— even Donghyuck— but what matters most is that you’re yourself. That’s what ___’s most attracted to, right?”

“Yeah, I guess…” Jisung answers hesitantly.

“Right. Maybe you should watch that video Donghyuck sends you, though.” Renjun suggests a bit quieter, though his urgency remains evident.

Jisung laughs at his older friend, nodding in understanding. “Will do!”

V. ACT TWO

The next you spend genuine alone time with Jisung is two weeks following the whole incident, you’re grateful that he’s grown comfortable again with skin-ship. Missing nights like these where you two were able to wordlessly cuddle up together without an evident damper hanging over the room. Of course, you’d love to address that night. Maybe even give it another try but unless Jisung makes it clear that he’s comfortable with it, you suppress any and all thoughts about it.

Much to your liking, the night carried on like usual. No roommates to interrupt your skinship, or to witness the chaste kisses you gave each other. But in the midst of watching the second film Jisung had gladly let you choose— you realize just how touchy he’s getting.

A typical reserved hand that would be perched on your hip was playing with the hem of your shorts, igniting the bare skin with every brief graze.

Curious, you angle your head upwards on Jisung’s shoulder, immediately drawing his attention from the screen and down to you.

“You okay?” You inquire, an eyebrow raising. You tried to hide your excitement but the grin that found your features was an obvious giveaway that you were losing.

Jisung simply hums, his hands still stationed in their new territory. You nod, “Okay…” and instinctively crane your head up to signal a kiss.

Quickly, Jisung obliges, meeting you halfway and connecting your lips. Your intent was for it to be just like the other kisses that happened tonight. Quick, sweet, no alternative intent, but that was clearly not Jisung’s shared intention.

When you depart, he follows, and you have no problem in giving him what he wants. The kiss is extended, the hand on your thigh tightening in grip. You match Jisung’s vigor, equally biting at his lips and easing your tongue in his mouth when his own licks at your entrance. But you have to say you were not expecting this.

Soon, Jisung’s body was angled nearly on top of you and he showed no signs of stopping. Both hands now on your waist as he titled you backwards, still intently keeping your mouths fixed together.

“Oh, hello?” You manage to get out.

“Hi.”

Jisung takes control, which is very unusual since typically you’ll straddle him when making out. But you allow it to happen, your back meeting the bed as Jisung kisses you passionately. This kiss is much different than one you’ve ever shared with him, normally he’s way more reserved— even before your first time he was shy, but obviously a fire has been lit under him to redeem himself.

You’re the first to pull away, not moving far but just enough to be able to catch your breath. Jisung has never kissed you speechless before, but you’re okay if this was to become your new reality.

“Jisung…”

He ignores you, kissing down your neck while his large hands grope you. He's hungry, his teeth grazing against your skin in rotation with his suckling but his bruises still feel like heaven— you didn’t even know he was capable of leaving such marks.

Jisung’s cold hands are suddenly under your shirt, lifting the large garment that once belonged to him over your naked breasts. One of them even snaking down to your thin sleep shorts while the other remains to thumb at your now perked nipples.

“Oh— Jisung, wait!” Pausing your pleasure to confront your boyfriend.

He looks at you in surprise, as if he’s been caught doing something wrong.

“Are you sure about this?” You ask carefully.

“I wanna make you feel good…” he replies as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, you blink— slowly gathering yourself as Jisung continues to kiss down your abdomen and eventually to the center of your legs.

You stutter when you feel his hot breath on your core, it’s been so long you’ve had anything like this, you hate to say you’ve been waiting on it but fuck— you have been.

“Ji…” your hand cups the back of his nape, the other replacing his hand that once toyed with your chest.

Jisung gazes up at you, a look that reads that he’s asking you for permission. He quickly drinks up how he’s got you, shirt pushed to your over your breasts— leaving them on display, you look down at him— almost pained while you wait for his next move, lip tucked in between your teeth— a thumb to your own nipple.

Final inch of resolve snapping, Jisung flattens his warm tongue over your sleep shorts, humming instantaneously when his muscle meets the fabric. It’s lewd but he can’t help himself, especially when he encounters the already wet stain in the seat of your bottoms. He quickly gets to work, though, savagely his tongue ravishes you with one measly layer keeping him from fully tasting you.

The sight is one to see, your routinely sweet and respectful boyfriend with his head between your legs— tongue lapping and dancing around your cunt through your shorts.

You can barely take anymore, you need him. You didn’t care what his level of skill was, you needed more stimulation than this.

Jisungs jumps back a bit when you sit up to interrupt him, the shorts being slipped off. “Ji, please, please, keep going,” both of your legs are back on either side of his head, this time your bare, silky cunt on full display. No longer hidden by the baby blue bottoms.

You’re practically begging, your hips involuntarily shifting closer and closer to Jisung’s face as you wait. Jisung couldn’t believe his eyes, you’ve never really begged for him before. Not like this, so vulnerable. His tent had pitched ages ago but the strain he felt watching you now was a different kind of pain.

His newfound confidence falters a bit, wordlessly nodding up at you with wet eyes before obediently lapping at your cunt again. You throw your head back as a whimper rips through you, shifting back onto your elbows to play with your chest again. Not forgetting to keep one hand anchored in Jisung’s hair.

His movements are cautious at first, proving that this is definitely his first time but once he finds a pace that seemingly fits you best, he carries on with it. He alternates between sucking your throbbing clit to dipping his tongue deeper in your folds to tongue at your hole. You’d ask him where he learned that from but you’re too caught up with how good it feels that the question burns out on your tongue.

Before you know it, you’re close to coming already. With it being so long since you've had this, paired with the uncontrollable moans Jisung emits as he restlessly laps up all your juices, you can’t take much more.

“Fuck, Jisung. I’m close…”

Jisung hums, unaware just what that does for you. You whine pulling his hair tighter, in return it’s his turn to whimper. It’s uncomfortable, as he’s realized from the past times you’ve tugged his hair but he would never stop you.

“God, please don’t stop,” With Jisung’s locks entirely in your grasp, you can’t stop yourself from grinding your cunt upwards. Jisung takes a beat to adjust but realizes what you want, he shifts down a bit. The tip of his nose giving your clit the friction it so desperately desires while his tongue draws sloppy circles around your entrance.

You groan, the knot in your stomach tightening. You’re almost intelligible with your blubbering but Jisung manages to make out that you’re— in fact— about to come.

Jisung takes what he’s learned from his lessons and even earlier from this encounter and lets his tongue dip in and out of your hole faintly, giving you little stimulation that leads you closer while you grind on his face.

His quick shift leads your orgasm to come crashing down on you. Jisung’s face is pulled flush to your pussy as you come but he could care less, he watches keenly with wide eyes as you lurch upward, riding his face until you finally come down completely.

His room is still for a moment but Jisung is so absolutely enthralled with the moment and how he’s just made you unravel before him. Gluttonous, he doesn’t wait much longer before he’s dipping back into your folds. Lapping at you and especially your hole, he feels like a madman. The taste of you sends shivers down his spine, your surprised noises only egging him on.

“Oh my god, Ji! Wait, wait, oh,” the intrusion of Jisung’s middle finger is completely foreign but welcomed.

Where the hell was he learning this all from?

Jisung continues to work you open, never neglecting your folds and clit for a moment.

“Ji, if you don’t stop,” you shudder, trying to gather your bearings. “I’m gonna come.”

“Want it,” he moans against your pussy. “Do it again for me, pretty.”

It feels as if you’ve been thrown into the Twilight Zone. Never has Jisung said your nickname in such a tone, so deep and dripping with lust. Butterflies erupt in your stomach, taking your mind off his dual stimulation for just a moment.

With the addition of Jisung’s lengthy digit that now pops in and out of you, it doesn’t take long for your second orgasm to hit, you cry out for your boyfriend again— this time instinctively begging for some control. But your pleas fall on deaf ears, it’s like he’s dead set on keeping his face between your legs, it’s becoming too much at this point. If you two were gonna do this, you wanted him to get something out of it too.

“Fuck, Jisung, too much!”

Jisung snaps from his reverie, all of his ministrations drawing back with his head peeking from between your thighs in concern. You’re finally able to catch your breath, smiling down at him to quell his apparent anxiety. Shyly, he smiles back.

He clears his throat, “Are you okay?”

You laugh at this, still struggling to stabilize your breathing while your body pulsed with what could either be desire or exhaustion. “I am. Better than ever, actually. Are you?”

“Mhm. I uh— I didn’t hurt you or anything?”

“No, Ji, I just don’t think I’d be able to take another orgasm just yet.”

“Oh, okay.” He nods.

You giggle at him, how insane was it that he completely left you dumbstruck on two separate occasions just seconds ago and was acting all reserved the next.

“C’mere,” you open up your arms to him. He rushes to you. Giving you what you want and joining your lips. He's completely unaware just how wet his face is until it’s on your’s and he finds it a bit embarrassing.

But you don’t falter at all, instead kissing him deeply while your hands unmistakably find the boner hitched in his sweats.

Jisung stutters, physically jolting out of the kiss. “Uh, do you wanna move onto that so soon?”

“Well, I don’t want to be the only one who gets off. That’s not fair to you, is it?”

“I’ll be happy as long as you’re satisfied…”

“Ji,” you wipe away your juices that have gathered on his chin.

“Hmm?”

“I’m only satisfied when I know you are too, now, strip.”

Jisung nearly lets a ‘yes, ma’am’ slip from his throat before he hurriedly slips off his clothes. You laugh at how cute he is, removing your own shirt.

“Now, boss, how do you wanna do this?”

“Uh— however you want—“

“Jisung.”

He sighs at the call of his name from your lips, gulping as you stare up to him. “How about… on your stomach?”

“Oh? You don’t want to see my pretty face, hmm?”

“No! I mean, of course I do! You don’t have to—“

“Ji, baby, I’m fucking with you. I’d love to.” with that you roll over, grabbing one of Jisung’s pillows before slipping it under you.

“Oh.” Jisung sighs, the sight of you obeying him and propping yourself up effectively sending more strain to his member.

“Well don’t stop now, come on,” you reach a hand back for Jisung to grab. He obliges, walking to the edge of the bed, and grabbing your hand. He recalls this position from the couple of ”study materials” Donghyuck had sent and he joins you on the bed, shuffling on his knees till his cock hovers your ass.

You shift under him, hiking your ass higher to encourage him to stick his length in. He takes the message and grips his cock, he doesn’t think he’s ever been this hard before.

When he finally lines himself up and sinks inside of you, he hisses while you whimper. Jisung’s hands are practically godsend but nothing, and you mean nothing compares to his dick. You haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since your first time. And always found yourself a tad bit disappointed whenever he would turn you down following it.

“Fuck, Ji, you’re so big, baby,” you groan, trying to adjust as his heavy cock continues to stretch you open.

Jisung can only huff, holding onto his last ounce of control. He's about to come, he can feel it. His hips still, knowing if he moves anymore he’ll end up spoiling this again.

“Oh, please keep moving,” you whine, taking matters into your own hands and pushing your hips back to pick up where he has left off.

“Shit, ___, wait—“ Jisung braces his broad hands against your back, stilling you for a moment. Your head cranes back, concerned but still evidently in need.

“I— I’m about to come…” he speaks weakly, almost as if he’s embarrassed. Which he absolutely is.

You pout, confused with his display of shame.

“That’s fine, baby. Just don’t stop, please, I need you.” The sound of you begging while continuing to grind your ass on his cock sends Jisung absolutely reeling. His eyes squeeze shut, sighing heavily before allowing you to meet him halfway. Your own movements make you purr in delight, you continue to grind against him, and Jisung finds his hips moving too.

He snaps into you, chasing your cunt when you pull away. You moan in surprise, Jisung finally melting and leaning down to stabilize himself as his hips find a shallow pace.

He groans, hiding his flustered face in the junction of your shoulder.

“___…” Jisung pants.

“It’s okay, you can come, fuck, come for me, baby…”

It takes one sharp thrust before Jisung completely loses himself, releasing an almost pained groan into your neck. He continues to jaggedly move in and out of you while you feel him release himself in you, his load spurting along your walls and escaping onto the surrounding areas.

You helplessly moan at the feeling, a bit disappointed when your boyfriend’s eager hips cease to a stop.

“Hmm. Feel better?” You lilt, propping your chin on your shoulder to get the best glimpse of him.

Jisung shudders, breathing out a small laugh. “Yeah, I— sorry…”

“It’s okay, babe. Now, pull out.”

“Hmm? Oh, right!” He heeds to your directions, easing out of you but not without some slither of sadness. He had done it again. Sure, he made you cum but he barely lasted a few minutes inside of you like he had hoped.

Promptly, you shuffle onto your back, cracking your legs open. Shocked, Jisung’s gaze drops to your cunt, now messily decorated with a glistening mix of his semen, saliva, and your own cum.

“You didn’t think that was it, did you?”

Jisung blinks because he absolutely thought you two were finished for the night. You chuckle, hooking your legs around Jisung’s thighs.

“I’m not done with you just yet, Ji’…”

It’s hard for Jisung to shield his excitement, gladly positioning himself in front of you. He grips himself to align with you once again, allowing his other hand to plant by your head.

He could die right now and be absolutely satisfied, Jisung thinks as you suck him back in your walls. His face hovers your own, watching intently as your features scrunches in pleasure.

Quickly adjusting to the sensation of him stretching you out again, you take note of how statuesque he is,“Move, babe.” You gently remind.

“Right, sorry—“ Jisung takes a moment to laugh at himself, garnering an endeared smile from you.

Your hands extend up to hold his face. “No more apologizing, okay?” Jisung nods along with you in response, his heart swelling at your tender act of affection despite him being several inches inside of you.

“Okay, sor— ahem, okay…” you giggle at his immediate slip up, and Jisung arranges his hips in a way that instantly takes your mind off of it, starting to rock into you once more, now both having climaxed once (or twice, in your case)— sensitivity strikes you both but there’s no way that was gonna stop either of you.

“Feel so good,” you hum.

“Yeah?” Jisung asks, innocently, keeping his rhythm as sound as possible.

“Mhm. Don’t stop, okay?”

“I won’t.” Jisung solidifies, finding confidence in being able to see your face and how you visually react to his movements. His hips begin to reel back a greater distance, snapping into you with a fervor that leaves you crying for more.

The obscene sound of Jisung’s thighs repeatedly crashing into your own fill the room, paired with the whine of his name from your lips and the sploshing sound of the wetness between your legs.

Unfortunately, Donghyuck’s voice echoes in his mind, but for good reason. Removing himself from your hold a bit, Jisung leans down to start pecking your ear.

You hum in satisfaction, shuddering under him.

He knew you well, he could still recall the first time he accidentally grazed the area of your ear with his lips. You lurched away with embarrassment washing over you but he had found it to be one of the cutest things in the world. Not many things could pacify you like that, but a little love to your ear did.

You arch yourself into your boyfriend when his tongue darts out of his mouth to flick the shell of your ear, your new positioning encouraging the depth of Jisung’s length. It doesn’t help that Jisung has found his pacing, a mind-numbing repetition of the head of his cock grazing the precise spot that leaves your vision spotty with stars.

“Shit, M’gonna come,” you aimlessly exclaim, the strength you’d usually have to filter your thoughts from useless babble existing no longer.

Jisung hums, continuing to lap at your ear, taking Donghyuck’s nonchalant advice and running with it. You gasp in elation when you feel Jisung suckle at your ear, nipping it before it leaves his mouth.

“Fuck, who taught you this?” Restless, you bring his face back to meet yours, you find your boyfriend’s pupils completely blown out and eyes lidded heavily. You trace his furrowed eyebrows to his parted puffy lips.

Jisung leans down, your inquiry not reaching him whatsoever. Your lips meet and you whimper into the kiss, it’s wet and noisy. Your muscles searching for the best taste of each other.

Your third orgasm was barrelling towards you quickly, and you find yourself looking for anything to give you stability. Mindlessly, your hand traces the distance from Jisung’s face to one of his hands that remains planted on the bed beside you.

Without a second thought does he intertwine your fingers, pressing your joined palms into the mattress as he begins to lose momentum.

“Please keep going,” you wail. ”I’m gonna come.”

Jisung nods, his lips tucked between his teeth as he tries to keep himself together for you. He watched you contort and writhe in pleasure, now becoming familiar with your body’s pattern before a climax.

Your free hand travels to Jisung’s broad back, leaving traces of yourself with savagely placed scratches. He winces, the sting of your fingernails against his back throwing him off but simultaneously driving him to keep going. His own features scrunching to alert you that he himself was close to snapping.

“Ah, please, please—!” You whine, bracing yourself, deliberately pulling Jisung flush to you the best you could to milk to most friction out of him as possible. Your shallow yank is enough to have the large man toppling over and on top of you.

The desired stimulation of your clit grazing against Jisung is enough to coax your next orgasm out of you. You cum, angling your hips to take as much as Jisung could still offer. It doesn’t take long for him to be right there with you, whining while his hips buck aimlessly into you. Your sounds are equal in desperation, both racing to chase your highs.

“Oh.” Your hands aid Jisung’s hips toward you as he continues to release his seed inside of you until he finally fully collapses onto your body.

Serenity returns to Jisung’s room, the pair of you well past the point of exhaustion to move an inch. Jisung, seemingly coming to, is the first to move (much to your dismay). He grunts, peeling himself from your sticky with sweat body and peering down at you for a moment.

It lingers, his study of you. And typically, he was the one who would shy away from such intense eye contact but you find your eyes flitting away first. You’ve never had someone be so engrossed with you, with your satisfaction, so worried with pleasing you.

Jisung breathes out a laugh, “What?”

“Nothing.” You shake your head, equally as giddy.

“You’re shy?”

“No,” you suck your teeth, fighting the smile that threatens to give you away, “just wanna know why you’re staring…”

“Mm. Is staring at my pretty girlfriend so wrong?”

“…Hmm,” you pause as if you’re thinking for a moment. “No. I guess not.” You shrug.

“Good.” Jisung bends down to peck your lips before fully removing himself from on top of you. He sighs when his back flops on the bed beside you.

“Okay but seriously, where the hell did all of that come from?”

Jisung chuckles at the urgency in your voice, shifting to lay on his side. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you…”

“Pfft. After tonight I think I’m more open to any possibilities…”

“Hmm… okay, it was Donghyuck.” Jisung admits bashfully.

Immediately does your mouth gape open in absolute disbelief. “No fucking way.”

“See!”

“Donghyuck—? He taught you all of that?!”

“Well, I studied and kind of just… went with the flow I guess?” Jisung shrugs as if it’s nothing.

“Wow. For a second there I was scared he gave you one-on-one lessons…”

“Woah,” Jisung blinks, shocked that you precisely assumed what he had purposefully left out of the exchange. “Believe it or not, he tried.”

“I believe it,” You giggle, the ridiculous image flashing in your mind and leaving just as quick as it came.

“I guess I have to give him his flowers then.” you sigh, a hand extending to brush away Jisung’s fallen fringe so you can fully see his face. He fights a smile back, helping you by sweeping his hair back.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah… I don’t think I have to tell you how great you were.” You snort, gesturing to your tired body. Jisung gladly follows your gaze, admiring your bareness once more.

Jisung hums, throwing an arm around your damp abdomen to tug you closer into him. You wordlessly oblige, sighing contently when your skin meets his again.

“Well, I think you were the star.” Jisung comments softly, his face now in your neck.

You coo silently, instinctively placing a hand on his jaw. “As much as I’d like to take credit, I can’t,” Jisung’s gaze shifts to your face when you tilt his head up.

“Not when you helped me through three orgasms.”

You peck your boyfriend’s lips as a form of punctuation. Though, you’re not able to drift far since Jisung’s mouth chases your own, deepening your once innocent kiss. You’re tired and your lips are beyond bruised but you just can’t help yourself. The way he hums from underneath you only intensifies your need for him.

While your mouth moves against his with conviction, tonguing at his lips to allow you more freedom, he finds his hands gravitating to your hips to give him some stability. Jisung sighs discontentedly when your lips disconnect, his eyes remaining shut for a beat before fluttering back open.

“Well, how do you feel about a fourth?” Jisung proposes carefully, though his expression shows that he’s clearly desperate for your agreement and for your lips to return to his own.

Quickly, your eyes widen in astonishment. “Really? Are you sure—?” Your worries are cut short by Jisung’s mouth. It’s short but effective in getting his point across.

He pulls away, an amused smirk on his face. “I’m sure.”

“Okay,” you giggle, finding yourself incredibly aroused by Jisung’s newfound confidence. You would certainly have to thank Donghyuck in some way for this abrupt change in your boyfriend’s behavior, unfortunately.

“Well let's not waste time then…”

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HEAR ME OUT. Sebek/Malleus/Silver bring the girl home/dormitory. Lilia: *draws out a huge photo album with the most embarrassing pictures* so when he was 3 he accidentally knocked over his potty.... *long paternal recounting of the boy's childhood*.

DIASOMNIA X READER

Where Lilia shows you embarrasing photos of the boys as children

Where Silver, Malleus and Sebek invite you to Lilia's house to formally introduce you as his partner… but Lilia is faster at taking out the photo album

You’re honored (and slightly terrified) to be invited to Malleus’s castle. It’s all cal until a familiar giggle echoes down the corridor.

“Oh~ what’s this? Malleus brought someone special~?”

Malleus doesn’t even flinch. He smiles, polite as ever. “Yes. I hoped you would meet her, Lilia.”

“Excellent!” Lilia spins into the lounge, dragging a wheeled cart stacked with five albums. “Let me share the legend of Briar Valley's Heir: Baby Dragon Malleus.”

Malleus sighs softly. “Do we need to—”

“Oh hush. This is important heritage. Now, look here, lady—this was Malleus when he got curious about human inventions. He once tried to sit in a refrigerator because he thought it was a portal to a cold realm. He was twenty. Just a toddler in fae's age. And his little horns were growing and he was getting stuck in a lot of places, so…”

You stare at the photo. Malleus is curled up inside a fridge like an overgrown cat, the door unable to shut.

“I was… investigating dimensional storage,” he explains calmly.

"He once asked some frogs if they would crown him. Some frogs! He told me "If I am the future king of these lands, all the animals will be under my rule." SOME FROGS!! In the end, we gave him a coronation with toy frogs. He got so angry that the real frogs were struck by lightning-"

You cover your mouth, snorting.

Malleus looks at you, utterly unbothered. “I have always embraced whimsy.”

Lilia beams. “Best boy.”

You barely make it through the front door before you hear it.

“Oh~ Sebek, my boy! You brought someone home~?”

Sebek instantly stiffens beside you. “Master Lilia!”

Lilia floats into view with the speed of someone who’s been waiting for this moment since forever. He claps gleefully, disappearing into a side room and returning with a massive album covered in glittery frog stickers.

“Oh, you’re gonna love this,” he says sweetly, flipping it open.

“This one’s Sebek when he was five. He was trying to prove how brave he was—stood on the edge of the pond in the backyard and shouted, ‘I fear NOTHING!’ and then fell straight in. Cried for twenty minutes because his favorite boots got soggy.”

Sebek looks like he’s going to combust. “L-lilia, PLEASE!”

“Oh, and here’s one where he’s yelling at a squirrel for ‘mocking the young heir Lord Malleus’!”

You try not to laugh, really, you do.

But Sebek’s bright red face and Lilia’s absolute joy at recounting every high-volume disaster of his childhood?

Impossible.

“I think it’s sweet,” you say, smiling at Sebek.

Sebek hides behind his hands. “Please… don’t listen to any more of his lies…”

Lilia smirked searching for another photo “I never lie. I only... embellish lovingly.”

Silver brings you with that serene air of a man who thinks everything will go peacefully.

He is wrong.

The moment the door opens, Lilia peeks around the corner, eyes gleaming.

“Oh my~ you brought a guest, Silver~?”

Silver nods. “I wanted you to meet her.”

“WONDERFUL!” Lilia yells. “SIT DOWN. I HAVE STORIES.”

Silver gives you a look that says, you can still run.

But you sit.

He sighs and accepts his fate.

Lilia slams a pink binder onto the table.

“This boy—this sweet baby—once slept through his own birthday party. We made a lovely picnic in the woods. He woke up the next morning and asked why there were balloons.”

Silver groans quietly. “You said you wouldn’t tell people that…”

“And here’s a photo of him as a toddler hugging a tree because he thought it was a ‘very patient person’.”

You gasp. “That’s… kind of adorable.”

Silver: 🧍🏻‍♂️“…”

“And this one—he was ten, and he fell asleep mid-sentence. He said, ‘Father, I wish to go out and explore the wooorrr—’” Lilia pantomimes a faceplant. “Straight into the soup bowl.”

You’re cackling by this point, while Silver tries not to die of secondhand embarrassment.

“He still does that sometimes,” Lilia says fondly.

Silver mumbles, “I can hear you.”

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despressoslatte · 6 months ago

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not the zoey you wanted (six)

pairing: zach maclaren x female reader!

summary: you waited all weekend for your boyfriend, Zach, to call or text, anything, to explain why he had just went and ghosted you when you were supposed to go with him on a family ski trip to meet his parents, his sister Avery, and his cousin, Miles.

content warnings: angst; victims of catfishing; miscommunication trope

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“I… I don’t know,” you breathed out as you looked into his blue eyes, peering into the pleading, the longing, the afraid look in them. “I don’t know.”

He let out a long exhale, not exactly a sigh, but a sound that depicted how much he had deflated.

“What were you two talking about earlier?” you asked before you could really think about the words you were saying.

You didn’t need to say any names for him to know exactly who you were talking about.

Without missing a beat, he said, “How much I love you.” He kept his hands on your cheeks, holding your face to make sure you don’t break eye contact with him.

You’re silent, looking away anyways. He drops his hands. He just lets out an awkward laugh, tilting his head to the side, “Which is a lot, by the way.”

Zach MacLaren is patient, he is kind. He was one of the best boys you’d ever known, funny, sweet, with the type of smile that was contagious and a laugh that you wanted to hear at any moment of any day. And you knew, deep down inside, that the insecurity you let fester and build up inside of you was only making things worse. You knew it was only making that reconciliation harder.

He grabbed your hands next, holding them in his lap. You looked up at him, finally.

“I love you,” he said with his full chest, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. “And what happened with Zoey hurt you, and I’m so sorry that it happened. I’m hurting, too, you know.”

“I know,” you tilted your head to the side and your bottom lip wobbled.

That was all it took for Zach to wrap his arms around your shoulders and bring you to his chest, thinking you were about to cry.

You just moved your face so that you could still breathe, letting your cheek press against the fabric of his shirt and grabbing onto the fabric of his black puffy jacket.

“I know it sucks for you the most,” you continued talking, blinking to prevent any tears from falling because you did not want to cry. He rubbed your back, right between your shoulder blades. “I know not talking is only making things worse, but I just don’t know what to say… I’m hurt, you’re hurt. And it’s like I’m stuck here, listening to you say you were falling for her over and over in my mind, unable to just… move past it.”

There’s a long pause, a question forming in Zach’s brain that he didn’t want to ask.

But he asked it anyways.

“Do you think… maybe you won’t get past it?” he wondered, his voice clear but his tone apprehensive. “Is what happened last weekend it for you?”

There’s another long pause. You have no idea what to say to that, a million things running through your mind. Perhaps? Maybe? Right now, it was hard not to feel hurt that he had gone on this ski trip with Zoey and his family, where she apparently fit right in with them—though he says Avery thinks she’d like you better—and he was having a good time getting to know her and falling for her. It was hard not to think about how he probably smiled at her like she was the prettiest girl he had ever seen and how she got to experience something that should be just yours.

And how, if it wasn’t Zoey Miller, maybe he would’ve fallen for someone else down the line anyways. Or, if it was Zoey Miller, maybe fate would’ve put them in the same room at the same time in the future, and they’d end up together.

He untangled himself from you when you fall short of a response, a tightlipped smile on his face.

“Take your time,” he reassured you. “But if, at any moment, you realize that we can’t recover from this… please tell me. If I’ve already lost you, I’d rather know.”

He stared into your eyes, looking as if they were imploring you to tell him he hadn’t lost you. His expression was screaming for the answer, even if his words were depicting a man of patience.

“I’ll tell you… if those thoughts ever cross my mind,” you say back.

And it was that tiniest reassurance that completely walking away from Zach was never an option in your head that made the ends of his lips curl up in just the slightest. The tiniest bit of hope.

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“Zach sure is busy these days, huh?”

You stood by the shoe rack of your apartment, taking your shoes off. You looked up to see Bree typing away on her laptop, sitting at the dining table that had a view of the front door.

Zach had walked you back to the apartment, insisting on having at least that.

“What do you mean?” you asked, shrugging off your bag and placing it on the couch before pulling out a chair and sitting across from Bree.

She just shrugged, glancing up at you while her head was still tilted towards her laptop, glancing at you from the top of her eyes. “He hasn’t been over in almost two weeks, new record.”

Her voice was nonchalant, but you knew that face. You’d been roommates and best friends long enough to know that face.

“What happened?” she asked, closing her laptop. “And what does it have to do with Zoey Miller?”

“How do you just know these things?” you asked with an amused laugh.

“With the awkward way you two were standing earlier, anyone could know these things. Plus, I’m used to having Mr. Soccer Star raiding our pantry practically everyday, we haven’t had to go grocery shopping yet, it’s noticeable,” your roommate pointed out, before giving you a real sympathetic look. “Seriously though, what’s going on?”

And there came the word vomit. The story about that weekend, waiting for Zach anxiously and thinking he had just ghosted you. Storming over to his parents’ house on that Sunday to get the real answers from him, only to see Zoey Miller, his “girlfriend” there with him and his family. Zach coming over immediately to explain to you that wasn’t what happened.

You tell her how at first, you felt nothing but sympathy for him to hear that he had got hit by a freaking tree and then catfished, before the insecurity and jealousy arose at the mention of him falling for the catfish. How you can’t help but wonder if he would’ve fallen out of love with you and into love with her if the situation had been different.

“I don’t know if that’s really fair…” Bree spoke after hearing all of the things you had kept bottled up, all of the negative thoughts you were having about Zach. “I mean… you’re just coming up with a script in your head and imagining how it’ll all play out as if it's a done deal, and punishing Zach as if he had really done all of those things.”

“I am not punishing Zach,” you laugh, but it falls short with the seriousness of the conversation.

She just gave you another look, as if silently telling you to just go along with her over exaggerations

“Look, Zoey Miller is a piece of shit, okay?” she said seriously, eliciting a real laugh from you. “And Zach MacLaren loves you. Like, he really loves you. And I know it’s a trust thing, it’s hard to fix a trust thing. He fell for another girl, memories or not, and that hurt you. He got lied to by some random anti-romantic with a weird obsession with his cousin, and that hurt him. But now you two are just hurting each other, and I don’t think that’s fair to either of you.”

You just tapped your nails on the table top as you soaked in the words from the wise.

“What will it take for you to feel reassured that he loves you?” Bree asked.

“I know he loves me, I just can’t help but wonder if he’d love someone else more, or if he’d be capable of falling for someone who isn’t me,” you said back.

“That is the fear of any relationship,” Bree pointed out. “Because life happens to people and people grow together or apart, and that’s always going to be a fear, wondering if you two will last. But what you two need is the trust and belief that it can. So, again, what will it take for you to feel reassured that he loves you?”

You had one idea on the tip of your tongue, and it sounded crazy. You knew it did.

“I think I need him to… give Zoey Miller a chance,” you said slowly, as if not really understanding the words as they came out of your mouth either. “I think I need to know that if he gave it a chance with her as Zoey Miller and not me, would he actually enjoy being with her or not.”

“You’re stupid, no,” Bree shut it down immediately. “If Zach wanted Zoey freaking Miller and not you, he’d be with her right now, and not you. He knows you’re on the fence, and the little cockroach obviously keeps popping up looking for him. If he wanted her, he’d be with her. But he’s not. He’s still trying to be with you. Only you. You, you, you.”

You laugh as Bree aggressively affectionately talks to you, really trying to drill it into your head how Zach MacLaren felt about you. And listening to her speak really did make you feel better.

“Okay,” she clapped her hands together. “The board of directors—that’d be me—has convened this meeting over. I think you have some things to ponder on your own. But that is my two cents on the closest thing I’ll ever get to real life Naley. Don’t sink my ships, man!”

You just laughed at her, and she reached over to give your hand a squeeze reassuringly.

seven >

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pink-and-pearls · 5 months ago

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Thanos as a Boyfriend (Headcanons)

A/N: While watching the second season of Squid Game I was almost convinced that I would hate Thanos, that his spontaneous rap and flirtatious behaviour was just annoying. As you can see I quickly chewed up these words as he does not want to leave my mind. As an attempt to deal with this fixation I’m writing headcanons. For the sake of these headcanons I’m taking him out the Squid Game setting into a daily basis one. Thanos is a Scorpio and I’m a Scorpio myself who came across a lot of scorpios, to say the least, I believe I could have an idea of how he’d be like in a relationship. Please keep in mind that this is based solely on my imagination but I try to keep it as close to his character. Enjoy and don’t hesitate to share your thoughts!

He is the kind to have a passionate all-consuming love. He'll look at you like you're the most precious thing he's ever seen, and a relationship with him is going to be so intense it might actually scare you sometimes.

Thanos's impulsive nature shines through in his romantic gestures. He's the type to spontaneously purchase gifts that remind him of you. This also applies to his flirtatious behavior, surprising you with compliments even in the most mundane moments, like early mornings when you're still in your pajamas and unbrushed hair.

He'll surprise you with a late-night street food tour, showing you his favorite hidden spots, or create a playlist for you.

Beneath his serious exterior, Thanos has a playful side that comes out in his interactions with you. He loves to tease and joke around, using humor to lighten the mood and keep things fun. Whether it’s playful banter or light-hearted jokes, he knows how to make you laugh and create a joyful atmosphere in your relationship. This playful teasing helps balance out the intensity of his personality, making your time together enjoyable and full of laughter.

Don’t let his bad boy facade fool you, Thanos's background as a rapper shows his remarkable linguistic skills making him quick-witted and articulate. One of his love languages is words of affirmation, freely expressing his love, admiration, and gratitude for you. It’s no surprise that he uses pet names and is a straightforward flirt. This makes him a great source of support for partners who struggle to vocalize their emotions.

Thanos's protective instincts run deep and frankly he gives older brother energy. He's wants to know about your whereabouts and who you are with, making him overprotective. If anyone makes you uncomfortable, he's quick to intervene and he takes pride and satisfaction from making your safety and comfort.

Despite his own struggles, Thanos is a very supportive boyfriend. He vocally supports your dreams and offers tangible help when possible, finding joy and admiration in your passion and resilience. In return, he appreciates your support of his rap career and wants to make you proud.

Beneath Thanos's confident exterior lies an emotional vulnerability man. His substance use and confrontational behavior stem from unresolved pain and struggles. And he is not proud of it, while he may present an insolent facade to the world, it masks deep-seated insecurities and emotional turmoil. It’s very hard for him to open up, and it will take a lot of time for him to do so. Little by little he will open up, while he likes the care you provide, he doesn’t want you to think of him as weak.

This one might be hard to see, but Thanos is naive. Not in the sense he isn’t street smart, but more in a raw way. He has vices and can certainly manipulate when needed, but underneath that exterior, he's fundamentally vulnerable. His complicated relationship with his parents meant he grew up without proper guidance, essentially learning life's lessons through trial and error - and not always successfully. If you're perceptive and patient, you can help redirect him, he'll resist at first - he's stubborn to his core - but deep down, he genuinely appreciates someone taking the time to understand and guide him.

Physical intimacy is very important for Thanos. He thrives on hugs, kisses, and simple proximity, and he is a very passionate man. Despite claiming he is not a soft boy, he craves tender, tactile connection. Whether it's a soft kiss, an enveloping hug, or just sitting close enough to feel each other's warmth, these moments of physical intimacy are where Thanos feels most human.

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amialunatic · 7 months ago

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Just trust me baby..

divider credits to @anitalenia

Based on anon request: would you be willing to write a sam fic about his first time between him and reader where she has scars from her time with a vamp nest (say she was taken a while back and that’s how she got into hunting) and she’s insecure and a little anxious with having his mouth on her body because of the way she was once treated but sam is very patient and understanding. basically just really sweet and sam is catering and talks her through it :,)

Warning: Light smut, Fingering, Sam Winchester/ Hunter!Reader, Fem!Reader, brief mention of readers time in vampire nest.

A/N: Omg my first actual fic. I'm quite stoked to be putting it out. Nervous too. I hope you all like it. I'm starting simple and soft core ig.

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“Hey, you awake?” Dean called from the driver’s seat. That jolted you from down the memory lane. They were returning from the hunt. It was rough. At least 10 vampires. 3 newly turned, innocent, and pain-stricken but unable to control themselves. You guys had to kill them all. Everyone sustained injuries. That was natural. You getting bitten was not. You tried your best to not get bitten as it brought back nightmares that lasted quite a while than you cared to admit.

Sharp teeth piercing you had been a routine for weeks. Until you were rescued by Bobby and the boys. They found you on the brink of death. Several weeks of hospitalization later, you were fit to hunt. You hunted alone, focused mostly on vampires. And sometimes with the boys if the targets were nests. Helping those trapped there brought you catharsis. You wanted to be the hunter you needed all those weeks. And you strived your best to be that.

As you got out of Impala to the motel you were staying, you realized how tired you were. Slumped shoulders and bitten forearms, you moved slowly to your room. In the background, you hear Dean invite Sam for a drink and he refuses. As soon as you enter the room, you get into the shower. Maybe warm water can block out the sensations, the fangs that haunt your mind when you close your eyes. It never has, but you always hope it does this time. As you get out, red from the shower, you hear a knock. Sam’s voice calls out “Hey, it’s me.”

You open the door to see him standing at the door frame all fidgety. “I didn’t think you’d be showering.” he looked unsure almost second guessing his decision.

“I was done.” You moved back as he let himself in. Awkwardly standing with his arms on the chair, brows furrowed he asks “You okay?”. “As ok as you’d be after ganking a bunch of vampires I guess” you tried to lighten the situation. But Sam was having none of that “ You got bitten”. “Yes Sam, vampires bite. That’s like their whole MO.” you poured sarcasm to derail the conversation. This enraged Sam. “Don’t downplay this” his voice raises.

Reaching your breaking point and seeing that Sam wouldn’t leave you without a confrontation, you spit out the truth “You wanna know? OK. I’m fucking tired and I’ll probably have nightmares for days." Your outburst continued as you paced the room in a dressing gown. "You wanna know how weak I am, how the thing that happened to me years ago still brings me to my knees? There you go”. These moments were always followed by tears for you. But he didn't have to know that. You move across to the window facing the half-empty parking lot and turn away, not wishing to humiliate yourself further.

You hear the shuffling of feet as you feel two large hands wrap around me. “Y/N..” his voice laced with sympathy and concern. You lean into his familiar hug, your back nestled against his chest, his warmth enveloping your core. “Sam. I..I don’t want you..guys to see me weak. I am not weak.” you sigh. Sam chuckles “Now that’s the dean-est sentiment I’ve heard you express.” you appreciated his efforts to cheer you up.

“Hey it’s not like you too to sit around and express your feelings” you counter.

He sighs “I know. Me and Dean. Not the greatest examples of sharing feelings. But..you can tell stuff to me. You know that right?” He continues. “Also I don’t think you’re weak at all. Infact you’re one of the most badass hunters for recovering and facing your fears.”

You look down with a grateful smile “Thanks Sam.” As you turn around to face him, you take in his face. His eyes look desperate. Like he is trying to convince you that he can be your safe place. That you needn’t be scared of being vulnerable. And you can’t help but place a kiss between his furrowing eyebrows. Those lines that form when he is worried. You wanted to stop those and let him convince you. To forget the pain and nightmares even for a moment.

“Kiss me”

He looked at you, slightly surprised. “Now? You sure?”.

They had made out before. But this felt different. Somehow more intense, somehow more desperate.

“Yeah Sam, kiss me. Now.”

He didn’t need more encouragement. He bend down, caught your face with his hands as he pressed his lips on to yours. Restrained strength flowed through his hands that he tried to keep in check while pure gentleness caressed your lips. He lifted you effortlessly so your faces were leveled as he continued kissing you, gently tugging your lower lip with his teeth drawing out sighs. You mindlessly tugged his flannel, wishing it’d disappear.

“Patience” He chuckles as placing you on the desk, your back against the wall. You hastily removed the buttons one by one while he untied the knot of your dressing gown in a nanosecond. Your freshly showered skin glistening with water drops stops him in his tracks. As he stares at your underwear-clad body mesmerized, he stops to notice the bite on your forearm, still fiery red, even with the ointment around it. Around your shoulder and neck were faint scars. He caresses the skin around the bite, careful not to cause you any pain. After gently running his fingers along the scars when he looks back to your eyes he only notices your fierce stare, bestowed on his eyes, his swollen lips, and his now visible body, muscular and oh so strong. How you wanted him to take you then and there.

Not wishing to drag it any longer, he starts kissing you again as you gently run your hands through the battle scarred abdomen of his. Moving down to trace a drop of water from your jaw to your neck, he presses gentle kisses coaxing you to lean back your head opening up your neck and chest in the process. He practically groans as he gently nibble across you neck connecting to your shoulder.

In a flash, you freeze and push him away. All of it happened so sudden, Sam stared at you one feet away, confused. In a moment of clarity, it dawned on him. He gently came close to you and tentatively caressed your sides. Your apologetic eyes said everything it needed to. He lifted your chin up to him.

“hey hey..baby. , it’s ok. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He looked at you concern etched in his forehead. When you remained silent he coaxed you “Baby, talk to me.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just..I..was bitten..mouths on my body.” you shudder, visions running through the back of your eyes

“ Does it bring back memories?” He gently asks

“Sometimes, I just can’t block it. I want to Sam, believe me. I want this. I want you..so bad.” I look at him desperate.

“I know. But you know I won’t do anything that you’re uncomfortable with right? We don’t have to do this at all”

“I want to. Sam. I need you.” you lock eyes with him, forehead burrowing

His eyes searched mine for any trace of hesitation. Seeing none, he reaffirms gently “Do you trust me, baby?” “I do” I whisper as I breath out.

“You can stop me whenever you need to.”

A corner of his lips curled revealing the deep dimple. “So no biting I guess?”

“Yeah, no biting.” You bit your lips slyly. “ Well not you anyway”

“I look forward to it, sweetheart” He nudge your lips again easing them apart. As the same time, his hands part your thighs as he stepped impossible close.

You feel his hands slipping the robe off you. Before long, his long fingers were moving closer to your core. His fingers slipped in to your panties and finding the wetness pooling, he groans. I met his gaze, my eyes a blend of desperation and embarrassment at being so affected by him. “Sam..”.

“I know baby” He looks at you for permission before plunging his finger in the wetness. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, your fingers never managed to reach that deep. He ease it out. And again and again until you were a slobbering mess. To add to the torturous pleasure he lifts his palm so each thrust is paired with your clit being rubbed enough to cause friction but not enough to tip over. This was agony but delicious agony.

Sam looks into your convulsing face, his features radiating nothing but the desire to please you. To make you forget, to have a moment of pleasure, away from the darkness that consumes both of you. As you almost reach the height of pleasure, he adds in yet another finger. Through your hazily closed eyes, you don't see him kneeling. Suddenly you feel his warm mouth enveloping your clit. You gasp as your eyes flew open. “Sam..Sammy..” you say tentatively.

“Trust me baby..this will feel good” his voice is laced with soothing promise.

Before you can have further doubts, pleasure blankets you and drags you up to the height of it. As he sucks and laps gently, your hands involuntarily wander through his luscious locks. Finally with a cry and grasp of his hair, you tip over. His hands and lips soothe you through the fall with barely-there touches of your slit.

“oh god..that was..” you breathe heavily through your mouth as you struggle to push words out. Sam leans over and kiss you sloppily, with a goofy smile. “it’s cute to see you all thoughless and spent”

“Sam..you little jerk” you say in amidst panting.

“Hey remember I was the one making you moan my name a moment ago. Some gratitude” he smirks.

“And I’ll make you do the same, just you wait” you rope your hands through his neck pulling him.

"Is that a threat or a promise, honey? Either way, I'm all in." He interlocks his lips with yours, the deepening kiss tasting like an invitation for round two.

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MAybe there should be a second part! Idk. This felt long but not long enough at the same time. Please let me know if anyone would like a second part. I'll try to write one (meaning I'll probably stress over it and write it in 2 weeks)

#spn #supernatural #sam winchester #sam winchester smut #jared padalecki #sam winchester fluff #supernatural smut #supernatural fanfiction #sam winchester x reader

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plushieni · 1 month ago

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can you PLEASE do a husband!kirishima reacting to the reader and his son being disrespectful or and rude to the reader, maybe even pushing her lightly?

kirishima came home after a long day of being a pro hero—muscles aching, uniform a little scuffed, but a smile on his face. no matter how exhausting the day had been, coming home always made it worth it. the thought of seeing you and his son, kept him going through the hardest patrols.

he stepped inside, expecting the usual—maybe the scent of dinner still lingering in the air, the sound of the tv playing some cartoon in the background, his son running up to him yelling “daddy!”—but instead, his ears caught shouting.

“you’re the meanest mommy ever!” his son’s voice rang out, followed by the sound of tiny feet stomping and something soft hitting the floor—which he assumed was a toy thrown in frustration.

kirishima's brows furrowed as he stepped into the room, instantly taking in the scene—his five-year-old, red-faced and teary-eyed, standing in front of you with his little fists clenched. and you, still calm but clearly tired, standing your ground.

he spoke before anything else could happen. “hey! what do you think you're doing?”

his voice wasn’t loud, but it carried enough weight to stop his son in his tracks. the boy froze like a deer caught in headlights, slowly turning around.

“mommy said no ice cream,” he mumbled, blinking fast, “s’ being mean to me.”

kirishima crouched down, placing a hand gently on his son’s shoulder. “i know you're upset, but that doesn’t mean you can talk to her like that. she’s your mom. she loves you. and when she says no, it’s because she’s looking out for you.”

his son looked away, chewing on his bottom lip. the defiance hadn’t totally left his face, but his shoulders sagged a little. his eyes flicked to you, then to the ground. after a moment, he turned and stormed off down the hall, muttering under his breath.

kirishima stood up with a quiet sigh. “I’ll handle this.” he then gave you a look—half apology, half reassurance—before following after him.

the house was quiet for a few minutes. you sat on the couch patiently waiting. then, soft footsteps padded back toward the living room.

kirishima returned, walking slowly with your son at his side. the boy was sniffling a bit, but his expression had softened. he clung to kirishima’s hand like a lifeline.

“m’ sorry, mommy...” he whispered, eyes darting up to meet yours.

your heart melted. you knelt down and opened your arms. “it’s okay, baby. i forgive you.”

he rushed into your hug, wrapping his little arms around your neck tightly. you kissed the top of his head and glanced up at kirishima, eyes meeting his in quiet thanks. he gave you a small smile in return—one of those warm, sweet ones that said i’ve got your back.

later that night, the house was finally quiet. your son had fallen asleep curled up with one of his stuffed dinosaurs, breathing steady and peaceful.

you and kirishima lay in bed, limbs tangled under the blankets, the soft glow of the nightlight from the hallway seeping through the cracked door.

“thank you, by the way,” you said, voice low. “he gets cranky sometimes, and it can be… a lot.”

kirishima reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, then leaned in to kiss you. “of course. we’re supposed to be a team, right?”

you smiled, leaning into him. “right.”

and for the first time that day, you felt the tension and stress ease out of your body. feeling glad you weren’t alone in this whole parenting thing.

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ghost-in-the-hall · 1 year ago

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Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) - Part VIII

Welcome back to part 8 of Fall For Me! A strange dream, reader goes to camp, and more sweet moments with the eepy Bois this chapter! Thank you so much for reading, if you'd like to be added/removed from the tag list please let me know!

WARNINGS: Brief mention on hunting practices NOT PROOFREAD

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When you woke up your head felt like it was in a fog, the edges of your vision slightly blurry as you looked around the room. Your bare feet dropped to the floor, you shivered as you stood from your bed, it was a lot colder in here than you remember it being. You paused at your doorway, something wasn't right. Despite the fact you had crossed the entire expanse of your bedroom there wasn't a single creaking floorboard or footstep to be heard. You look back at your bed only to find your body still laying there. “What the hell?” You mutter softly to yourself. You walk over to your still sleeping form, your shoulders rising and falling with every even breath as you lie motionless beneath the covers.

“Don't worry, you'll be able to re enter your body when we're done here.” You jumped at the sudden voice that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. Its tone is both a whisper and a deafening howl, the sound high pitched and somehow also impossibly low.

“God?” You ask with a confused expression.

The voice laughs, “I guess you could say that.” The silence that surrounded you was deafening as the voice faded out, it was so quiet you could hear your blood rushing in your ears, no ambient sound existed in whatever plane you had been snatched into. “Trust in Vessel, he’ll show you the way.”

You shot up in bed with a sharp gasp, your lungs burning like you had been holding your breath. Your alarm was blaring on your night stand, 8 in the morning, you had an hour until you opened. You got out of bed, listening carefully for the sound of your footsteps against the floor to make sure you really had returned from wherever the hell you had gone in your dreams. “I'm going crazy, I'm actually losing my mind.” You argue with your reflection in the mirror. “Some mysterious voice coming from my subconscious about trusting Vessel, of course I trust him. But what the hell is the way he's supposed to be showing me?” You decided to drop it for now with an annoyed groan, flying through your morning routine and jogging downstairs just as 9 o'clock rolled around. The day flew by, the steady stream of customers helping to distract you from the weird dream you had. You were just about to lock the door when the all too familiar pickup truck pulled into the lot. You smiled, pushing the door open and leaning against it as you waited to see just who had stopped by to visit tonight. You were a bit surprised to see II jump out of the cab unaccompanied, usually when he was sent to make supply runs he always had one of the others in tow. He strides over to you, reaching out to pull you into an embrace the moment you were close enough.

“I have a question for you.” He states softly once he pulls back, his hands still resting comfortably on your waist.

“And what might that be?” You smile, subconsciously leaning into him.

“Would you be comfortable coming back to camp with me?” You paused the moment the question fell from his lips. “Vessel already knows I'm inviting you, he's the one that brought it up in fact.” II chuckles, knowing exactly where your mind had wandered.

“I would love to.” He waits patiently for you to lock up, his hand slipping into yours, giving it a gentle squeeze as the two of you chat idly on your way back to the truck. You slid across the worn leather bench seat, II hopping behind the wheel not long after. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, leaning in to press a clothed kiss to your cheek.

“Are you warm enough?” You nod, letting your head fall to rest against his shoulder as he starts driving. His thumb languidly trailed back and forth across your shoulder, every so often he would glance down at you to see if you were still awake. You wound down endless back roads, slowly pushing your way down paths that had long since been forgotten until the group had ventured this far out into the woods. II attempted to dodge raised roots and potholes without much success, the makeshift road being filled with craters that rattled the pair of you around in the cab. You were thankful when the dirt path finally smoothed out, the trees opening up to reveal a large clearing with four cabins evenly spaced out around the circle. You recognized minimal details of it from the pictures you had seen in the paper. The cabin opposite the entrance was surrounded by flower beds of various sizes and states of growth, some containing a painter's palette of wildflowers, others filled with various crops that seemed to be growing very successfully. “That's IV’s cabin.” II must've noticed your impressed stare. “I will warn you though, if you compliment him on his gardening it will make him really flustered, so do with that information what you will.” He chuckles.

“Do you all have different jobs?” You ask curiously, II nods his confirmation.

“IV is the main one in charge of produce. III’s a fairly decent hunter, that's where we get the majority of the meat we eat. I’m in charge of the finances.” He lists off everyone's role around the camp. “And Vessel… well he's our spiritual advisor for a lack of a better term.” He chuckles. He pulls the truck up alongside a cabin that was more set back from the rest, it's dark wood almost blending in with the treeline. “He’s in the middle of something, I'll take you to IV.” He smiles at you. He motions for you to wait, jogging around the front of the truck to open your door for you. He bows his head slightly as he offers his hand, you can't help but laugh softly at his actions.

“What a gentleman.” You grin at him.

“For you, only the best.” He winks. Your hand slips into his, his skin cool against yours. His eyes stay locked on your form as you hop down from the truck, the moment your feet hit the ground he's tugging you into his side, wanting to keep you as close as possible. “I'd like to be able to spend some time alone with you later, if that's alright.” The corners of your mouth quirk up in a smile at the slight nervousness you picked up in his voice. You glance up at him, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth before pushing yourself up to place a kiss to his cheek.

“I'd love to.” You whisper in his ear with a coy smile. Your attention was stolen by IV calling your name from across the clearing. II places a hand against the small of your back, gently nudging you in his direction. You meet him in the middle, giggling as he flings his arms around you and spins you in a hug.

“I missed you.” His eyes crinkle as he smiles, you found your cheeks growing warmth at the genuine joy in his voice.

“You did?” You ask softly.

“Yeah.” Goosebumps rise on your skin as you feel him gently knead at the softness of your waist. His eyes nervously dart from yours, tracing over a pattern he had found in the grass as he sucks in a deep breath. “I, um, I didn't get to say everything I wanted to you the other day.” You waited patiently for him to continue, seeing how nervous he was about choosing exactly the right words was honestly endearing in your eyes. “Do you think we could sit down and talk?”

“Of course we can, wherever you like.” You smile softly at him. He hesitantly removed his hand from your waist, carefully taking your hand and studying your reaction to make sure he wasn't doing too much too quickly. He led you to his cabin, shutting the door behind him and watching you with delight as you looked around curiously at all the small knick knacks and trinkets he had littered around the small space. His heart races when his eyes meet yours, he would never get tired of seeing the way your whole face lit up when you smiled.

“I want you to know that I really like you.” He blurts out, unable to stop the confession from coming out. “I might not be as experienced as the others, and I might take things slowly, but that's just because I don't want to mess this up.” His bright blue eyes scan over your features as he waits for you to respond.

“IV, I'm not worried about moving too slow or too fast, or whether or not you're experienced. I think you're very sweet, handsome, fun,” every compliment was punctuated with you taking another step closer to him. “I like you too, I want to see where things go, and I'm very excited to see how we get there.” He breathes out a relieved chuckle.

“I just don't want you to think that I'm not as interested as the others.” His arms slide around your waist, your instinctually slipping over his shoulders as he pulls you into him. His fingers ghost over your cheek, you lean into his touch, allowing him to carefully cradle your face in his hand. “You're so beautiful, every moment I've gotten to spend with you has been nothing short of amazing.” Your cheeks grow warm as he continues his assault of compliments. He seemed relieved to have gotten that off his chest, the usual playful glimmer returning to his expression.

“Well, I look forward to spending more time with you.” His gaze dropped to your lips for a moment before he hesitantly pulled away. He clears his throat, his eyes trailing to the window.

“Did you get to see the garden at all?” He asks, a slight nervous tremor in his voice.

“A little, but I'd love to see it up close. You have a very impressive green thumb IV.” He taps the toe of his boot against the cabin floor.

“It's nothing special.” He rebuttals bashfully. “But, it's definitely a lot better than what we started out with.” He starts to head towards the door, your hand slipping effortlessly into his as you trailed after him. He brought you to the edge of the flowerbeds, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to keep you close to his side as he pointed to all the various different types of produce and flowers he was growing, slipping in small fun facts every so often.

“I don't know how you can say this isn't anything special IV, this is incredible. You've really done an amazing job.” He froze, swallowing thickly as he looked down at you.

“Thank you, love.” He says softly. A soft smile finds its way to your lips as you watch his eyes slowly trace over your features. “Can I take you on a date sometime?” You can't help but giggle at the question.

“I would love that.” You feel him squeeze your waist, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he returns your smile. You both jumped slightly as someone shouted from across the field. II had III in tow, the taller man dropping off his pack of hunting supplies before quickly making his way over to you. IV leans down, placing a kiss to the top of your head before stepping away. You smiled as III approached, your heart immediately pounding in your chest at the sight of the streaks of sweat that had broken down his black body paint. You were unable to stop your gaze from raking across his exposed torso. Your cheeks grew warm as your eyes snapped back up to meet his, immediately noticing the playful glimmer in his expression. You nearly stumbled backwards as III’s long strides quickly landed him right in front of you, a strong hand landing on your waist to steady you as he caught your chin between his fingers with the other. Your eyes dart to anywhere but his, trying your best to hide your flustered state.

“Don’t get all shy on me now.” He chuckles. “How are you beautiful?” You manage to squeak out a ‘good’ in response. III leans down, the fabric of his mask soft against your skin as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Have you shown her around at all?” He asked IV, his hand still lingering on your waist as he pulled away.

“Just a bit of the garden.” IV responds.

“Think we should give her the grand tour?” II suggests.

“I don’t see why not.” IV immediately perks up at the idea. You reach out, taking hold of IV’s hand, giving him a coy smile as you cuddle up to his side.

“Well, lead the way boys.” II and III share an amused look over IV’s surprised expression. It takes him a moment before he finally relaxes, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before he brings your knuckles to his lips.

It had been less than a year since they had arrived in town and the progress they had already made at their camp was nothing short of incredible. IV had grown a whole storehouse of crops, all of which were expertly preserved in order to maintain the four of them easily throughout the winter and early spring. You learned that he was hoping to learn how to make preserves out of the vast amounts of berries in the area. III showed you some of his easier to navigate hunting trails, explaining that he only hunts as needed and how important to him it is to use the entire animal whenever possible. The four of you wandered down trails, each of them pointing out spots where they would like to go to read or play music. “We should plan a day to hike out to the lake.” IV suggests.

“Maybe next summer, it’s a little too cold for that now.” II responds. “I definitely think we should at some point though, I really think you’d like it there.” You smile as III places a kiss to the top of your head, his presence at your side immediately being replaced by II who wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you continued walking. You had noticed how the three of them almost seemed to be taking turns being next to you, the thought alone was enough to make butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“I was wondering where you all went.” Your heart immediately began to race at the sound of Vessel’s voice. You turn to find him leaning in the doorway of his cabin, “love, would it be alright if I stole you for a second?” He nods for you to follow him inside his cabin.You swallow thickly, feeling nervous despite the fact you knew you had to reason to worry. You’re snapped from your thoughts by II pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I’ll go start dinner while you’re in there.” He gives you a gentle nudge in Vessel’s direction, prompting you forward. He towered over you from his position leaning in the doorway, offering you his hand once you were in reach and guiding you inside. The inside of his cabin was simple; a small wooden desk with a chair sat in front of the window, a perfectly made bed with black sheets sat against the opposite wall, the large piece of furniture the focal point of the room. Across the room from where you stood you noticed a bookshelf tucked into the corner, the shelves filled with journals, textbooks, and various decks of cards. You could feel Vessel studying you, he watched your body language carefully, trying to gauge exactly how you were feeling in this very moment.

You jumped as he suddenly shut the door, a soft chuckle escaping him at the sight. “There’s no need to be so tense, love.” He steps up to your side, trailing a finger along the edge of your jaw as he leans down close to your ear. “I’m not that scary, am I?” He purrs, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I’m just a little on edge today, I guess.” You laugh softly.

“And why’s that?” He keeps you close to him as he moves. Settling himself on the edge of his bed, his hands coming comfortably to rest on the curve of your waist as he holds you in front of him. You feel his fingers gently push into you, moving you closer to him without much effort. The front of your thighs presses against the edge of his plush mattress, Vessel’s long legs caging you in on either side. You still had to look up slightly to be face to face with him, knowing you had met his eyes behind the slits of his mask as your heart began to pound in your chest.

“I have a feeling you already know the answer to that.” Your voice trembled as you spoke.

“Smart girl,” he praises, “I see you’re putting the pieces together quickly.” He ponders over what to say for a moment, carefully selecting each word in his mind. “He spoke to you last night, didn’t he?”

“Vessel, what was that?” You answered his question with your own.

“That was Sleep.” He states simply. A bewildered expression formed on your face, Vessel continued speaking before you had a chance to ask any questions. “I for the life of me can’t figure out how to even begin telling you about Sleep.” He admits with a bashful chuckle. “I hate to keep you in the dark, but can I please ask you to wait just a little while longer?” The booming voice echoed in the back of your mind. ‘Trust in Vessel, he’ll show you the way.’

“I trust you.” Your voice comes out barely above a whisper.

“When the time is right I’ll tell you everything, you have my word.” He promises, his hand gently cupping your cheek, his thumb trailing slowly across your skin. The cool material of his mask comes to rest against your forehead. He just held you for a moment, both of you relaxing into the comfortable silence that surrounded you. “I shouldn’t keep you too long, the others will throw a fit.” He says quietly, both of you dissolving into soft laughter.

“Vessel,” he hums in response to you saying his name.

“What is it, love?”

“I really enjoyed our time together the other night.” He froze, seeming almost dumbfounded by the words that had left your mouth.

“You did?” His response comes out timidly, as if he was dancing around those two simple words, worried it was the wrong thing to say. “Maybe… Maybe we could do something like that again sometime then.”

“I’d like that.” You smile softly at him.

Your fingers remained linked with his as he led you across the clearing, the other three members of the group working quickly to make sure everything was set up by the time you reached the table. You were handed a plate of something you didn’t recognize, but it tasted good. Your night became a blur of stolen kisses on your cheeks and laughter that easily bubbled up from your chest. “I believe II had something planned for the two of you tonight.” Vessel suddenly chimes in. “I think we should probably give them some privacy, boys.” He suggests with a patient smile. They each say their respective goodbye’s; IV pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek, telling you he’ll see you soon before darting off to his cabin, III pulls you flush against him, lifting his mask just enough to capture your lips with his own. He mumbles a quiet ‘goodnight’ against your lips, his hand lingering on the curve of your waist as he pulls away. You turned to face Vessel, he held out his hand for you to take. “I’ll walk you.” It didn’t take you long to see that II had snuck off to set up a fire, a log pulled the perfect distance away from the flames to sit on. “It looks like you’re in for a nice evening.” You could feel his eyes studying you from behind his mask. “It’s a shame we have to part ways.”

“We still have a couple minutes.” Your eyes dart down to his lips momentarily.

“It almost sounds like you don’t want me to leave.” He responds with a lopsided grin.

“I don’t.” Vessel presses a knuckle below your chin, tilting your face up to allow him the chance to study your features closely.

“Trust me love, if I had it my way I already would have stolen you for myself.” He chuckles, his thumb swiping over your bottom lip. “We’ll have our time… I’ll make sure of it.” He whispers. He cradles your face gently in his hand, his eyes wandering over your features in silence for another moment before he speaks again. “II, make sure she gets home safely.” You hadn’t noticed until Vessel had startled him that II had wandered back in your direction. “Have a good night, beautiful.” A pair of warm lips press against your forehead, and just like before, as quickly as he was there he was gone. A sense of longing ached deep in your chest, one that was quickly pushed down as II’s hands came to rest on your waist. He gently turns you to face him, hand cupping your cheek as his lips ghost over yours. Your eyes flutter shut, your racing thoughts coming to a screeching halt as you let the kiss consume you.

“I’ve been waiting all day to do that.” II mumbles against your lips with a soft chuckle. Heavy, warm fabric is draped across your shoulders, your fingers instinctually reach up to rub along the edge of the thick denim jacket. “I wanted to make sure you were warm enough. It’s a nice night, but it still gets pretty cold out here.” You found yourself cuddled into his side, the campfire keeping you comfortable despite the chill in the air. II excitedly pointed out every constellation he recognized, filling your mind with tales of adventure, the bravest heroes, the most passionate of love stories. “Right there, that’s Andromeda. She’s famous for nearly being eaten by a sea monster because her mother tried to say she was more beautiful than the sea nymphs.” You can’t help but laugh slightly at the absurd story.

“Well, what do you think?” II gives you a curious glance. “Was she prettier than the sea nymphs?”

“She definitely wasn’t as pretty as you.” You stuttered out a shocked sound in response, your cheeks immediately growing warm. “You’re really bad at accepting compliments.” He points out bluntly, a hint of a smile in his tone.

“I’m just not really used to getting them I guess.” You admit with a bashful chuckle.

“You’re unfortunately going to have to get used to that then.” He glances down at you, his bright blue eyes meeting yours and freezing you in place. “You’re beautiful, I’m not about to let you forget that.”

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harbours-lighthouse · 1 month ago

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YOU KISSED THE CONCRETE

— PAIRING: Jason Todd x F!Reader

— A/N: I was going through my mess of a writing document (it's not that bad actually) and found this small piece. I believe this was connected to an AU I was originally writing, but never got around to finishing. It's a small interaction between the reader and Jason, and is open for interpretation. Whether or not I'll come back to this and create an actual storyline is unknown, but I invite anyone to use this as inspiration for something they might come up with (tag me if you do!) Hope you enjoy!

Smoke hazes the air in a grey sheen, and the fires burning inside barrels lick and simmer upward. It’s a horrible combination of coldness and unbearable heat, the scent of pig blood thick enough to taste. Watching butchers with stained aprons lug around thick limbs of animal meat over their shoulders, delivery boys hefting off crates from the open vans, and the odd passerby with a coat that’s far too nice, you wonder how Jason ever ended up here.

Stuffing your hands into your coat pockets, you wait patiently on the edge of the curb. The tips of your boots hover above the asphalt, your heels dig into the cement, and you wonder if you could root yourself deeply into this city, or let the ashen wind take you away before the raven-haired man ever sees you.

You do this a lot: wondering. You’re half-convinced you live more inside your head than your own body, and the thought rudely snaps you back into reality as a taxi cab cruises past; tires leaving behind a gust of wind that flutters your coat.

Blinking rapidly, you scan the street with a lip worried between your teeth, before your breath catches as a familiar figure stalks out of the darkened doorway of the butchery. Legs loose and arms strained as he carries a large, heavy paper bag, you watch as Jason carries the package to an open truck, shouting words you can’t hear to the lanky worker that takes it from him and hauls it into the shadowed interior.

It’s fascinating, seeing him in such an environment, but you suppose it’s not anything new to him. This was a dirty part of Gotham, a scene of its grime and sweaty labour that no socialite ever mentions in their charity events, and you know that Jason was born in the heart of Gotham. This could pass as domestic for the hardened boy.

Inhaling deeply, and feeling the sting of exhaust fumes in your nostrils, you quickly cross the street and walk towards him. Eyes set on the broad slope of his shoulders as he speaks to another man, hands stiff at his sides.

For a moment, you hesitate. Standing behind him with a flighty feeling in your chest. There’s no going back. He’ll turn around at any moment, so you clear your throat.

“Jason?”

You see his neck visibly tense as he glances your way, eyes widening by a fraction. He swiftly looks back at the man he’d been previously speaking to, but the worker is already walking away with heavy footsteps. Jason turns to you fully, brows bunched in agitation.

“What’re you doing here?”

His voice is deep—deeper than you remember—and it sends an awkward lurch in your heart; a painful reminder that he’s not the boy you knew long ago. You shrug lightly, smile weak.

“Looking for you. Why else?”

Something tenses—his jaw, you think—and the crease between his brows deepens.

“What do you want?” He asks, arms crossing over his chest. The sleeves of his shirt are loose, and you imagine it’s to hide the physique he carries. Not many butchers get ridiculously buff simply by hacking up meat or lugging crates.

You sigh softly, shifting on your feet. “Very polite…listen, Bru—”

“No.”

Blinking at his instant refusal, it takes you a moment to gather your thoughts again before you’re sagging tiredly, muttering. “Jason, please—”

The green in his eyes hardens to jade, cold and impenetrable. “I said, no.”

Your chin dips. You knew this would happen.

“I wouldn’t be asking you this if it wasn’t important,” you say earnestly.

That makes him pause, and he trades his weight on his hips, glancing away with a rapid blink down the street. You can see the way the muscle in his jaw is working, and you stand stiffly while waiting for him to speak. You hope that the look in your eyes, the heat of your gaze on the side of his face, might persuade him to give in.

Eventually, he says in a quieter tone. “...what does he want?”

“Your help,” you answer, bringing a hand to rub at your temple. “But he can’t get in contact with you, so—”

He scoffs harshly, nodding his head. “So he sent you to talk to me. Yeah, go figure—”

“It’s one job, Jay. Just one.”

“Yeah? And then it’s gonna be two, and then three, and then he’s gonna be asking me over for family dinner.”

You’re near desperate now, and you hope that he can see it when he rips his gaze away from the crowded, moving street to you again. You have the feeling that you’re sitting in the middle of an anthill—too many bodies moving around you while the two of you remain idle—you cross your arms against the chill.

“That wouldn’t be so bad, y’know…” Your voice barely carries in the space between you, and you're sure that, if there wasn't the heat that pulses from the burning barrels, your words would have frozen and fallen to his feet. And he would crush them.

Something sad flashes in Jason’s eyes, but you don't quite catch it. You’ve never been able to. His voice softens when he speaks again, like he's trying to convince a crying toddler that it's not a good idea to chew on lego pieces.

“It would be, sweetheart. You know it will,” he murmurs.

You want to yell, a steady throb of dull pain beginning to make itself known at the back of your skull. You sigh heavily through your nose, glancing up at him.

“Jason…just help me here with this,” you say quietly, hands lifting in weak, desperate gesture. “I’m tired, too. But Bruce is persistent, and he’s certain he needs you on this.”

There's a beat of silence as his gaze carefully roves across your face, flickering between your eyes as if to find something that diminishes the wariness in your tone. The sincerity behind your exhaustion.

“Yeah—okay. Sure.”

Your chest constricts with silent surprise. Did he just…agree? With you? To help Bruce? You might as well call it a miracle with the state his and the billionaire's relationship is in. You bite the inside of your cheek, containing the burst of relief that floods through you.

“Cool. That’s…” you mumble, nodding, as if to confirm a business deal. You inwardly cringe at how awkward you sound. “Yeah. Thank you, I appreciate it.”

Jason brings a hand to rub at the base of his neck, eyes flitting to the butcher's store front. People continue to weave around the both of you, splitting like water as the two of you stand like stones in a river.

“I should get back to work," he says quietly, stony eyes flitting back to you. You look tense, eyes distant.

"Yeah, that would…that would be best," you reply, and a heavy feeling starts to form inside your chest like a pebble sitting between your lungs—you don't feel like you should leave yet, but you know you have to.

Taking a step back, you shove your hands into your pockets, pushing out a breath that tremors in a way you don't want it to.

"I'll call you, okay?" you say, though it sounds more like an offer, like there's something else hiding behind what your words mean.

I miss you. I want to talk to you.

Jason's lips press into a thin line, raven-feathered hair sticking up as the wind shoves itself down the street like an invisible wave, thick with smoke and sweat.

You nearly miss the short nod Jason gives you, and the sweat lingering along his hairline makes him look nervous. A part of you wonders if he's feeling the same fluttering in his pulse as you do.

Swallowing the saliva and awkwardness pooling inside your mouth like thick molasses, you take another two steps backward, wondering if lingering might push him to say anything else.

You see his brows furrow, eyes snapping up to you before narrowing.

"You don't have my number?"

A rushed breath escapes past your lips before you can contain it. With cold fingers, you pull out your phone from your coat pocket, holding it up like a trophy. It glints beneath the sky's iron glow, winking as if it holds secrets.

"I have my ways, Jay," you say, voice barely carrying over the noise in the street.

Jason's head tilts, and your heart clenches at the subtle curl of his lips, the faint comma dimpling his cheek like a quiet whisper. He nods as if he's submitted to your game, a gentle flash of pearl white teeth the only true gift you've gotten in years.

Biting back a grin, you turn away from Jason, feet carrying you across the road.

The noise of the street fades, and the ash stuck inside your nose burns. Something beats inside you, pulsing like adrenaline but feeling much softer. A thought bursts to the front of your mind.

I'm going to call him.

Giddy is the only thing to describe how you feel now as you push past other pedestrians, dodging elbows and legs. You're not aware of a pair of sea-foam eyes watching you as your feet hit the curb and take you towards the T-section that'll bring you back to the less dark, less hazen streets of Lower-District Gotham.

And as you turn the corner, disappearing from sight, you're not aware either of the clenching of fists, and a heart that thuds against ribs with the knowledge that you found him. Talked to him, and promised that you would later.

Jason's boss asks him later that day why there's a lightness to his face, a spring in his step.

"Bein' happy while you're workin' here's weird, kid. You got something waiting for ya after?"

"No, sir."

"Heh. Could'a fooled me."

Thank you for reading! God bless <3

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hwangjoanna · 2 months ago

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'Red Light, Green Light.'

SKZ Squid Game AU

Hyunjin X Reader

Enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers

Dom/Hyunjin, Sub/Reader

Possessive & jealous Hyunjin

Hyunjin, Seungmin & Minho are all mean (sorry)

Felix and Jisung Besties (Soft boys)

A/N - Thank you again for being so patient for this chapter! I have so many new fics in the works including a collab which I will drop news about soon! I really hope you like how the story is going so far, feel free to comment, I really enjoy hearing your thoughts on it. You’ll be pleased to know the next chapter is also written and ready to go so there won’t be a big gap between uploads again.

Warnings- 18+ mdni, mentions of blood, mentions of past breakup, use of pet names, mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, possessive and jealous behaviour, sexual content - dreams, abusive behaviour from guards, angst, graphic descriptions of death, mass deaths.

Word count - 5607

Chapter 4 —> here.

Chapter 5

It had been almost half an hour since you had finished the last challenge. You had been to wash up in the bathroom, the crimson liquid circling the drain for what felt like the umpteenth time since you’d gotten into this ‘game’. You exited and joined Felix and Jisung, explaining how you had got through the last challenge.

“I never want to eat honeycomb again.” You said with a small giggle, hoping to lighten the mood. The sunshine twins both laughed with you. Jisung with his hand over his mouth in an attempt to keep the volume down. Whilst Felix fell backwards in laughter, his voice deep but the crinkle in his eyes angelic. You were still in shock that you made it through two challenges with these guys, let alone everything else that had happened. The memory causes your laughter to die down slightly. “So Y/n,” Felix seemed reluctant to ask whatever he was about to say. He paused for a moment then with a sigh continued. “What made you want to join the game?” He looked at you with pleading eyes. You thought it might not hurt to share a little of your personal story just not all of it just yet.

“I-I urm, my boy- ex-boyfriend.” You began tentatively, Felix looking down for a moment before looking back at you. Jisung brought his hand to your knee with a squeeze and a small smile. His comforting gesture helped you continue. “He just left one day, pretty much all my stuff was gone apart from my work uniform and some old clothes.” You paused again waiting for them to say something but they just sat expectingly. “He had been acting strangely for months, going out for days at a time and randomly without a word. He left me with a lot of debt he racked up under my name. I wasn’t aware of it until he left and scary men started coming to the door at all hours of the night.” You paused again, the memory causing a pang in your chest. The anxiety building again like it had all happened yesterday. “I’m sorry I need a moment.” You took a deep breath and curled your hand around Jisung’s which was still placed on your knee. Your leg twitched nervously under his fingertips.

“Take your time,” Jisung said in a small voice, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles.

You took another breath and started again. “I moved in with a friend but they kept finding me. I was on the way to work when I was offered to join the game, I felt trapped like I had no choice.” You closed your eyes, breathing through your anxiety. Jisung began doing it with you, in solidarity, helping you through it. He’s such a sweetheart. You were so grateful to have someone like him, to understand what you go through and be there for you.

Just as you started to relax the siren sounded again in the room causing everyone to stand and gather. It was almost muscle memory at this point.

As usual, the 7 masked figures entered. The one with the square on his spoke. “Congratulations, you all made it through the second game. Let’s see how much money has been added to your cash prize.” He tilted his head up, and his tone once again came out as if he had somewhere better to be. The contestant count began to plummet whilst the clear piggy bank started to fill with wads of cash.

You looked around the room as it happened, trying to see what other players' reactions were. A few people looked lost in greed, their eyes practically a glow with money lust. Others were looking at the player count with frowns, perhaps they had lost a friend in the last game. Hyunjin had his arms around Seungmin and Minhos shoulders. All three of them staring at the money. You rolled your eyes, acting like that wasn’t also the reason you joined. Truly though it was. You were trapped in the outside world. You couldn’t run and you couldn’t stay.

You couldn’t Escape.

The counter finished at 189 players, the prize money a whopping 1.85 Billion Won. You looked at Felix and Jisung, they both had small smiles on their faces but it didn’t reach their eyes. You smiled back before the guard continued. “Dinner will be served soon,” with that he looked towards you. “That’s if some of you are still hungry.” He laughed darkly. A shiver ran down your spine but you tried to put on a brave face. Not letting your eyes leave his direction. The pink-clothed figures exited the room after a moment and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

From the other side of the room, Seungmin called out to you. “I think you’re someone’s favourite, Thirteen.” He teased. The three of them began to laugh. Hyunjin shoved Seungmin’s shoulder as he did so and walked back to their regular haunt in the room.

You held your middle finger up to Seungmin in a retort. “Awww, You jealous baby?” You shouted back. He pushed his tongue into his cheek, giving you elevator eyes and trying so hard to not give you the satisfaction of a reaction, though you could tell it wound him up.

Hyunjin, Minho, Felix and Jisung as well as a few other players in the room started laughing. Hyunjin was clapping his hands, doubled over in a loud cackle. Minho’s shoulders shook violently but he just made sweet little breaths in a content giggle. Felix had pulled Jisung into a side hug. Once again his deep vocals echoed in the room next to Jisung’s high-pitched wale.

You blew Seungmin a kiss and he rolled his eyes at you. He had met his match with you. The teasing had helped calm you down from the intensity of the guard's chort just a moment ago. It almost helped lighten the mood of the room. If that was even possible considering the situation.

Once again you all lined up for dinner. The food here was bland but at least it gave you a little strength. You took your dinner off the masked man, not even thanking him this time. What was the point? They all seemed evil to you. It made you wonder who they were and how they got involved in this ‘business’.

As you made your way back to your corner with Felix and Jisung in tow, you glanced over and caught eyes with Seungmin. He was smirking at you and gave you a wink as he licked his food off his bottom lip. You quickly turned away, what was with these men and their unbridled looks of lust?

Felix must have seen, he laid his hand on the small of your back to lead you away. You felt the heat coming off of him. “Ignore them, Angel.” He whispered in your ear. His tone is low and almost possessive.

You sat between him and Jisung, beginning to munch on your food. Jisung was shoving it in his mouth barely chewing and swallowing quickly. He must be hungry. Felix paused to watch you for a moment. You were chewing dazed out and staring at nothing. He brought his finger to your chin and pulled your face to look at him.

“You okay?” He said in a gentle tone. His hand pulled away from you just as quickly as it had graced your skin.

“Mmhmm” you hummed looking at him fondly, your cheeks full of food. He made you feel so cared for. He was always in your corner regardless of the circumstances.

He offered you a small smile, his gaze was soft. “Just checking,” he replied before bringing his hand to your thigh. He gave it a gentle squeeze and rubbed it for a moment before turning back to his food. As you turned back to your meal you met eyes with Hyunjin’s across the room. He was staring at you. His cold stare dancing back and forth between you and Felix. His jaw was slightly clenched and he held his fork with a fist, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. What was his problem? His gaze was making you nervous so you bowed your head looking down at your food not wanting to look back up at him.

Hands all over you. Palm over your mouth.

He was pressed against you. His lips ran over your jaw.

His hand moved down your body, dancing across your skin tenderly. His thumb brushed your clothed nipple and you let out a soft sigh.

“Mmm” a deep voice responded to the sound that escaped your lips.

The familiar Australian accent rang through.

“You’re so soft, Angel.” He whispered against your lips.

His fingers moved further down to where you needed him most. His blonde hair tickled your cheeks. He pulled your panties to the side and gently dipped his fingers through your folds.

“Felix,” you moaned.

“Good girl.” His voice echoed.

“Fuck” you whimpered.

You woke up covered in sweat. Your breath coming out in heavy pants. You dipped your hand into your underwear. What the fuck! You were soaked. You quickly rose to your feet and made your way to the bathroom. Your cheeks wet from sweat and flushed in embarrassment perhaps a little arousal too. You went into a stall to clean yourself up wiping the evidence of your wet dream away and flushing it down the toilet. You ran out to the sink and splashed cold water over your face hastily. You looked up at your reflection.

Your cheeks are still a shade of pink. Did you really just dream about your friend touching you like that? What is wrong with you? You tried to make excuses for yourself. The game was causing your brain to dream up silly scenarios to distract yourself. At least you didn’t have that nightmare about him again. Now you recall, It felt like it was Wooyoung? So why did it turn out to be Felix?

As you walked the corner back to your bed you collided against a hard body. It was Felix. Great.

He grabbed your waist steadying you so you didn’t fall, his eyes barely open. “Sorry Angel, I wasn’t looking.” His sleepy voice was so deep it vibrated your soul. He dropped his hands from your waist and rubbed his eyes lazily with his fists. He stumbled past you on his way to the bathroom.

You practically power-walked back to your bed and jumped in. Getting under the covers hoping they would swallow you up and make you disappear.

You woke up with a start, heart beating out of your chest as the siren blared through the room.

You jumped out of bed when you saw that Felix and Jisung were already in the middle of the room waiting for whatever shit was coming next. You put your shoes on and made your way over to them as the magenta-clad guards entered.

Felix made eye contact with you and smiled so you averted your gaze immediately with flushed cheeks. His brows furrowed as he looked back towards the guards, luckily he had assumed you were just nervous about the announcement.

How were you gonna look at him for the rest of the day after dreaming of him?

Author POV

Unbeknownst to you, Hyunjin had seen the exchange. A pang of jealousy filled his chest, he was unsure himself why he was so infatuated with you. Something he had not ever felt for someone. That boy, Felix, was getting in his way, he was always hovering around you and Hyunjin was beginning to get tired of it. Hyunjin’s thoughts were interrupted when the masked guard began to speak.

“The next game is ready to be played. Please follow an assigned guard to the game room.”

The room was filled with gasps and confused faces among the contestants. “What the fuck,” Seungmin whispered to Hyunjin. “We haven’t even had breakfast yet?”

Hyunjin turned to him and Minho. His stare was intense, “they want us weak.” He said in a low tone. Everyone began following the guards to the game room moving through the same pastel-coloured staircases. Hyunjin and his friends moved with purpose, his eyes were fixed on you a few people in front and once again you were holding Jisung’s hand as he followed behind you. Hyunjin didn’t have so much of a problem with him though he did find him a little pathetic, he was also aware Minho had taken a bit of a liking to him. He found that surprising because Minho seemed like a hard person to crack.

Once you all filtered in all the players were taken into a small room.

The masked guard spoke again his tone cold as ever. “You will be put in teams of six, you will have five minutes to decide your team before entering the game room. Your time to pick starts now.”

The room erupted in chatter with players moving back and forth amongst each other.

Hyunjin was gonna be damned if you went with someone else. He didn’t want your life in the control of others, his possessive tendencies won out as he walked over to you. He grabbed your wrist, you turned to him confused and stumbling slightly as he pulled you towards him.

“You’re with me, Thirteen.” He said in a way that sounded like his decision was final. He started walking back to stand with Minho and Seungmin who watched the whole ordeal in amusement. Smirks plastered over their smug faces.

Y/n POV

You attempted to pull your wrist away but Hyunjin held firm turning back to you.

“I said, you’re with me,” he exclaimed in a growl. You were taken aback by his voice. “And since when are you in charge of what I do? Hmmm?” You replied just as sternly, you were on your tiptoes trying to get in his face. His eyes were burning into you, once again confusing you. Hot and cold should be his fucking middle name.

He rolled his eyes at your attempt to intimidate him. “I don’t need you being a little brat right now okay?” He was crowding over you now, for a moment his eyes looked pleading before they returned to their original expression. “Fine, I will join your team on one condition.” You stated, you were aware you only had minutes to decide so you would continue the conversation with him later on how he just accused you of being a ‘brat.’ That comment as far as you were concerned pissed you the fuck off. Who did he think he was? He had no ‘claim’ over you. You would have to bring this up to him later, that’s if you both survived.

“-And what’s that, Princess?” He asked in a condescending tone with a smirk. He was really testing your patience now. “I want Felix and Jisung with me.” You stated so it was clear your terms were not up for discussion.

His jaw clenched as their names spilt from your lips. His nostrils flared and he wrinkled his nose in distaste. As if by the call of their name they both appeared behind you ready to back you up as they were beginning to worry. Seungmin and Minho were still watching but their smiles had lowered slightly. You could see the battle Hyunjin was having with himself through his features. Although he was still hard to read. You decided to push him more. “It’s all of us or none of us.” Your voice was firm as you mirrored his fierce stare.

His eyes flicked between yours and your friends. “Fine, your precious guard dogs can join and they better pull their weight.” He spat. Little did any of you know the irony in his statement, the game would be that they would literally have to do that.

He let go of you and turned to Minho and Seungmin who just nodded to him in agreement. You rolled your eyes, his friends were just as ‘obedient’ as yours, if Hyunjin said jump they’d ask how high. What was his problem with yours being as loyal? You put it to the back of your mind for now as you turned to Jisung and grabbed his hand, you still couldn’t look at Felix after the sinful dream of yours but he had no time to address it before the guard's voice rang out.

“Your time is up we will now enter the game.” He spoke menacingly. Felix pulls Jisung’s other hand into his and you walk in together. Hyunjin, Minho and Seungmin are a step or so behind in apprehension.

You couldn’t believe your eyes at the set-up. You and the other players were all standing on a platform, the room stretched as tall as the eyes could see painted in pitch black. Above were two platforms on either end of the room with a long thick rope stretching over a huge gap in the middle of them. A bright yellow elevator on each side to take you up. You looked down to see a huge drop below and froze. Your fear of heights crippling you, you backed away starting to shake. You hit into someone and they wrapped their arms around your waist, you had no idea who it was your pupils were still blown wide in terror.

“I- I-“ you began, your throat felt like it was closing up. You could barely get a breath out let alone words. Hyunjin was well aware of your fear of heights, he held you firmly around your torso and brought his other hand up and rubbed your shoulder in a soothing motion.

“Calm down, I got you.” He whispered and once again you’d be shocked by his change of behaviour but your mind was otherwise engaged in pure panic.

At the same time, Minho was also fighting his own fears, completely frozen. “You okay?” Seungmin said to him in a worried tone. Minho’s eyes mirrored yours in terror. He was breathing shallowly staring into the pit below.

The guard spoke ignoring the panicked state of you, Minho and some of the other players. “The game is Tug of War. Each team will pull the rope to their side on the platforms above. Fall and you’ll be eliminated.” He chuckled at the end of his announcement, clearly enjoying the fear spread across everyone’s faces.

Felix turned to stand in front of you, blocking your view of the vastness. Hyunjin gripped you a little harder but also knew he had to fight against his jealousy for you to play and succeed. He continued his strokes and your voice came through in a whimper. “I- I can’t do it, Lix.” Tears had begun to roll down your cheeks, sobs falling from your lips.

“You can y/n, we are going to do it together okay?” He was nodding whilst he said it, his eyes soft. When you didn’t reply, still shaking and crying, he averted his gaze to the man holding you. “Right, Hyunjin?” The blonde was looking at him with a look that said follow my lead.

Hyunjin was taken aback for a moment, other than their fight or their heated arguments they didn’t converse with each other. Hyunjin nodded at Felix to assure him they were on the same page. “Yeah sweetheart,” he said in a calm tone. Pulling your hair around to the other shoulder, his lips close to your ear. “You, me, Felix and the others, all together.” “You can go between Hyunjin and I,” Felix continued. “That way you don’t have to look, you just pull.”

The look on his face was pleading. Your lungs were still suffocating, your chest heavy and your stomach in knots when you saw the first 2 teams ascend to the platforms above. You also knew you would have to do this, it was literally do or die in this game and you would have to trust them to help you get through it. To survive.

Hyunjin stroked your hair again, his eyes still tentatively on Felix. The two of them still felt awkward together but they also knew they’d have to put that to the side for now to help you and selfishly for them to survive. Felix squeezed your shoulders at the same time bringing your attention back to him. “Between Hyunjin and I, yeah angel?” He said softly.

Hyunjin’s body tensed slightly at the nickname Felix had given you but he tried to mask it by speaking again. “Come on thirteen?” He muttered, tension still in his jaw. “Together?”

You turned back to him with a small nod trying to get yourself together.

Author POV

Whilst you were dealing with your fears so was Minho. Seungmin had begun to support him and talk him down when Jisung had noticed. Jisung remembered what Minho had done for him on the day of the fight. The usually intimidating yet handsome man was crouched to the side of the bed, hand offered to him. When Jisung finally crawled out from under the bunk he was met with a calm voice of encouragement from Minho, who continued to help him with his breathing until Felix was returning with you unconscious in his arms.

Jisung felt that he owed him one. So he shuffled over to where Minho and Seungmin were stood.

The latter eyed Jisung suspiciously for a moment before he realised the intent of his arrival. “Minho-“ Jisung said in the same soft tone he was greeted with on that previous day. “You can fight through this. It’s just in your head? Remember what you said to me hmm?”

His eyes searched for any understanding from Minho. Any indication that his words were breaking through his walls. Minho was still staring ahead at the bottomless pit below.

“Never trust your fears, they don't know your strengths.”

Jisung repeated the words he had heard from Minhos lips. Minho broke his gaze, blinking a few times before turning his head towards the shorter man. Minho hummed in acknowledgement, his fear seemed to lessen slightly.

Seungmin who was silent throughout the exchange put his hand on Minhos shoulder. “Come on dude let’s fucking win.” He said trying to lighten the tone of the conversation. It was starting to get a little too thick when tension for his liking.

Jisung stepped away unsure if Minho would still want him around, his head slightly bowed but Minho slung an arm around his shoulder and Seungmin dragged them both along with him to where you and the others stood. Minho was still a little shaky but his survival instincts had kicked in. If he didn’t do this there was a chance he and his friends could be eliminated for refusing to participate. That was something he wasn’t willing to risk. He was not going to let fear win.

Y/n POV

You had begun to come around when you heard screaming from the platforms above followed by 6 teal-coloured bodies in a blur, falling to their deaths but before they hit the ground you turned your body to Felix and pressed your face to his chest. His arms engulfed you. You heard a cacophony of splats and cracks as they hit the ground below. You winced, in his arms and he held you sweetly as he always does. “You don’t have to watch Angel.” He stated, his voice only loud enough for you to hear. Hyunjin stood an arm's length behind you both, a piercing stare at the two of you plastered over his perfect cat-like eyes. You were unaware as always, getting rocked soothingly by Felix.

“Will the next two groups please come forward,” the guard announced. You raised your head from Felix and looked over hoping your team wasn’t next. You were unsure whether it was better to go and get it over with or to wait but watch as others fell to their deaths. Neither option sounds any better than the other.

Another two teams made their way to the elevators. Once they were on the platforms you noticed they were being cuffed to the rope one by one. So there was no chance in hell you were going to avoid the fall should your team lose. The other players began to tug on the rope, the middle marker pulling back and forth between the two teams.

Seungmin, a little behind you cleared his throat and pushed his teeth together to sound for your attention. “Psst-“You all turned to him. “We need a plan for this, it’s not just a simple pull that’s gonna get us through. We aren’t exactly the strongest of people.” He whispered as you all gathered around him. “Speak for yourself,” Hyunjin retorted cockily. You rolled your eyes at the same time as Seungmin did, which he noticed and you both exchanged a smirk, holding back a chuckle. Hyunjin’s face had deadpanned as he waited for Seungmin to continue.

“When you get up there you all need to lean back, put all your weight into it. It should hold them off. Once they’ve pulled and used a lot of their strength up we are going to drop the rope-“

“Drop the fucking rope? Are you out of your mind?” Minho interrupted his brows furrowed in disbelief.

Seungmin let out a low chuckle before he continued. “We drop it for a moment, they will be pulling so hard that they fall. Once that happens that’s when we put all our strength into pulling. They’ll be too exhausted to get a grip on the rope. The only thing we need is an anchor at the end of the rope,” he says now bringing his thumb and index finger to his chin.

“Who’s the strongest out of us?” Jisung asks, continuing from Seungmin. You all exchange glances before Minho speaks out. “I guess me?” He questions, knowing fully well he will hate being at the back but he’ll also be the furthest from the edge on the platform which may help him to not be overcome by fear. Seungmin looks around the group and then turns back to Minho with a nod of agreement.

“Okay, Minho you will be our ‘anchor’ at the back. I need you to be holding as firm as you can.” Seungmin said, his lips held in a firm line. You could tell he was starting to feel the pressure of the game pressing down on him. He eyed the group again then glanced to Hyunjin, “I want you at the front Hyune. If you’re okay with that?” The buzz-cut man nodded and then tilted his head towards you. “Thirteen is going between Felix and I.” He said it so matter of fact leaving no room for argument. Then he did something that shocked you.

He took your hand and ran his thumb over your knuckles.

Felix eyed the two of you but didn’t say anything. “Okay,” Seungmin continued. “So we’ll have Hyunjin, y/n, Felix, Jisung, me and then Minho at the back?” He patted Minho on the back wanting more confirmation that it would be okay with him. Minho nodded again and everyone else followed bobbing their heads.

Suddenly you all turned to hear another group screaming whilst descending into the abyss below.

Crack. Splat. Crunch.

You grimaced, your body tensing up again. With that, Hyunjin squeezes your palm in his. “I got you, Sweetheart.” He whispered lowly into your ear, his warm breath causing your hair to sway. You looked back at him with a small smile, not being able to find words in the moment. He could make your blood boil, butterflies flutter in your stomach and your pussy clench all minutes apart from one another. He was an enigma. Before you could continue trying to figure him out the guard called out once again. “Will the next two teams come forward?” Seven words you were dreading as your group were up next.

Your blood ran cold and you felt almost too stiff to walk. Hyunjin held your hand a little tighter and started walking to the elevator with you. Minho was behind with Seungmin’s arm around his shoulder guiding him. Felix hand in hand with Jisung. Whilst you and Minho had a fear of heights, everyone's expressions matched yours. Their faces are almost grey, lips pulled into frowns, some shaking, some moving almost robotically like their bodies were betraying their minds.

When you got into the elevator Hyunjin pulled you to his side by your waist and he held you there in a possessive yet grounding grip. You were grateful to him but you still questioned his true intentions. You felt pulled to him, his aura was strong and ethereal but your last thread of logical thought was telling you he was trouble. It was very clear you didn’t trust Minho and Seungmin as far as you could throw them. With Felix and Jisung you felt the opposite, they were caring and soft, and they supported you with blind loyalty. You hoped they felt the same about you but at this moment you wouldn’t have the chance to find out. You would have to trust all five men regardless, your life was in their hands as much as theirs were in yours. It made you feel sick, the knot in your stomach felt like a serpent, wriggling around in your gut like an unwelcome parasite.

You reached the top platforms within what felt like hours and a matter of seconds all at once. Time felt like a made-up concept here. Time? How much did you have left? Was this the challenge where you would come to an end? Was this the game that the Grim Reaper would come and snatch your soul as your brains splattered across the floor? You had to push those thoughts aside for now. What was the plan again? Fuck! You were so clouded by fear that your mind couldn’t possibly recall.

“You and me at the front, Thirteen.” Hyunjin mumbled as you walked forward with him. You looked down knowing full well you shouldn’t have. “Fuck- I- Hyunjin I can’t,” you sobbed. Hyunjin stopped in his tracks and turned to you, his eyes soft and his tone even softer. “Come on Sweetheart, I know you can. I’m with you. We’re with you.” He said glancing back to Felix his gaze pleading. “That’s right, Angel,” the blonde added. “I’m gonna be behind you the whole time I want you to concentrate on Hyunjin for me. The whole time focus on him.” You could tell it almost pained Felix to offer such a suggestion but he was desperate to get you to co-operate.

Suddenly a guard came from nowhere and approached you, your eyes wide with terror. “Chain yourself to the rope.” He said in an unbothered tone. You were shaking, tears streaming down your red cheeks. “Please I-“ Before you could finish he held his MP5 to your temple. “Chain yourself to the rope.” He repeated his tone was biting this time, his cruel intentions prominent in every syllable. When you didn’t move he pulled his gun away letting it full to his side and he grabbed your wrist pulling you forward towards your place in the line-up.

You were sobbing and pulling back as best you could but it was fruitless. He picked up the chained leather cuff and strapped you in tightly, your fingers going numb almost instantly. Your vision was blurred and you had mere seconds before the game was to start.

“Thirteen.”

Hyunjin’s voice broke through the chaos of your ringing ears.

“Please.”

He begged, his eyes glassy with fear.

You nodded, your breath shaking and coming out in shallow puffs. Your lungs longing for oxygen yet your throat tight not letting it in. The guard moved back to his post by the elevator and you looked at Felix one last time. His brows were furrowed in despair but his gaze spoke a thousand words. His eyes bored into yours almost like he was trying to remember every colour that graced your irises.

You turned forward eying up your opponents who were a mix of individuals, some with an intimidating stance others looking just as horrified as you did. You grasped the rope in a last-ditch attempt to ground yourself when the siren sounded.

Hyunjin immediately started to pull and lean back as Seungmin had instructed when the memory of what he had said came flooding back to you. You pulled all your weight to your heels feeling the course rope scrape your palms but before you could go into a full lean the rope lurched forward causing you to fall with it. Your body tilted forward before Minho yanked at the rope from the back. Shoving you backwards to your heels again, your grip was desperate, your heart pounding so loud it flooded your eardrums, thumping tremulously.

“Fuck!” You heard one of the men behind you shout between his teeth but you had no idea who, too busy focusing on the task at hand. Hyunjin looked like he was being dragged forward now his feet digging into the floor, his shoes squeaking as the friction burned into the soles. Your group was losing FAST.

As Hyunjin neared the end of the platform, it was like everything went in slow motion. The drumming of your heart, the sound of his plimsoles, his body cascading through the air as the rope was ripped forward burning into your skin. He was falling and there was nothing you could do but watch helplessly.

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gaymaramada · 25 days ago

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Rise! Boys x Reader who has lost a loved one.

NOTE: This is entirely self-indulgent; my father unexpectedly passed yesterday and this is how I’m coping. A lot of this is based on my own experience and some of the dialogue is taken directly from me and my girlfriend, who was there for me as soon as I called her.

CW: death and grieving

Leonardo

It’s about two seconds after you send the text “please come over” that the room starts to smell of ozone and a bright blue portal cuts through the air. It takes less than half that time for Leo to step through, see your tear-stained face, and swiftly cross the room to gather you into his arms.

“Hey, hey, babe, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

His gentleness nearly sets you off again, and it takes a few tries for you to choke out the news. He freezes when he hears it, his breath hitching, before his hug morphs into a fully fledged embrace as he pulls you to his plastron.

He doesn’t say anything as he lets you cry yourself out, just holds you firmly with his chin on your head as he rubs slow circles into your back. You can feel him breathing with practiced control, like he’s silently guiding you to follow.

When you’ve cried yourself out (for now), he carefully pulls back enough to meet your eyes. His expression aches with empathy and understanding, his eyes shiny and his mouth locked in a straight line like he’s fighting the long-assimilated instinct to smile and tell you it’ll all be okay.

Instead, he places his cool hands over your heated face, thumbing away a few stray tears, and asks, “Have you had something to eat?”

Leo is the quietest you’ve ever seen him as he fetches you some water and a snack, but it’s not unnerving. His eyes speak volumes; they hardly leave you unless he’s in another room, and they look about as soft and tender as you feel.

He sits with you and cuddles you to his side. He lets you take the reins on whether or not you want to talk about it. Rather than asking about what happened, he instead tells stories about his father, who had also recently passed.

“When I was, like, seven or eight, pops helped me and Raph build a lemonade stand in the lair. Raph was crushing the lemons in this big bucket, so it probably tasted more like feet than lemonade, but dad would drink it anyways. He even paid for it, too; that twenty-five cents he popped in our little jar made us feel like billionaires.”

He rambles on with stories, funny and wholesome and sad alike, and you tell some of your own. You still choke on your voice whenever your loved one’s name comes up, but Leo is relentlessly patient. Eventually, other subjects come up, and you find yourself having a more normal conversation.

Leo stays with you for the rest of the day, encouraging you to participate in a few activities. You watch movies, play games, and when you find yourself overwhelmed with grief again, he is right there by your side. He does everything in his power to keep the fragile flame of hope in your heart from being snuffed out, whether it be through a brief conversation or simply with his presence.

Donatello

When Donnie answers his phone to the sound of you crying, he’s shooting up from his chair so fast that it topples to the floor loudly.

“What happened? Are you in danger? Are you injured? If so, tell me your pain on a scale of one to ten, one being the least amount of pain and ten being the maximum amount. What’s your location? Let me see if I can—”

You have to cut him off to break the news; he’s eerily silent for a long moment before you hear him utter a soft “… oh.”

He abruptly hangs up on you, but you don’t have long to be upset about that because he’s at your window within half the time it usually takes for him to get to your place, visible heat waves rippling off of his flight shell.

You’ve cried about as much as you’re able by the time he arrives, so he finds you lying in bed with a half-empty box of tissues and an overflowing trash can at your side. Your head is pounding and part of you just wants to be left alone to your grief.

Donnie won’t allow that. He pulls a cold water bottle from his battle shell and brings it to you, rifling through it some more while you open it. “Here. Crying dehydrates you. I’ve brought some light snacks in case you haven’t eaten and my hoodie that you love to steal. I also have ibuprofen, a heating pad, a cooling pad, and a few comfort movies that we could watch if you’d like. I have also contacted your work and informed them that you will be unavailable for the remainder of the week. Extended time off is doable as well.”

Donnie hates to see you cry. It makes his chest hurt and he feels utterly useless. His gut tells him to try to make you stop crying; people cry when they’re upset, so all he has to do is make you not upset. But his internal Dr. Feelings advises against that, telling him that stopping the pain isn’t the goal, but instead helping you weather through it.

He encourages you to stay hydrated, coaxing you to eat a little as well. He even has a timer that goes off routinely for some minor physical activity like stretching, all the while listing off the physical, mental, and emotional benefits of exercise of any kind.

He is at your beck and call 24/7. You need something to eat? He has an array of your favorites laid out like a buffet. You want a distraction? He’s got Studio Ghibli, Jupiter Jim, and even some absurdly bad Hallmark Christmas films. You just need to cry? He is there with a box of tissues and a weighted blanket.

Raphael

Raph is out on patrol when he gets the call from you. You can hear the pleasant exhaustion in his voice as he catches his breath from a recent tussle with some baddies. “Hey, sugar! What’s up?”

When you meet his enthusiasm with choked whimpers, his tone goes soft and gentle in an instant. “Hey, whoa, what’s wrong? You okay?”

You hear a sharp gasp when you break the news, then the distant sound of voices in the background asking questions, before Raph croaks, “I’ll be right over.”

Raph practically busts through your window, eyes wide with worry when he finds you curled up on the floor. The sight of him sets you off again, and he scoops you up into his arms like a frightened kitten, murmuring reassurances and kissing your head.

He’s a sympathetic crier; you cry, he cries. He tries to keep it together for you, to be the rock that you need, but he can’t help the way his breath hitches as a few tears leak out. He has to abandon the voiced assurances after a moment, no longer confident that it won’t crack and wobble when he speaks.

Raph will sit with you until you’re too exhausted to keep crying, and he’ll stay right by you when the next wave of grief hits. He presses your head to his plastron, and you can feel a faint rumbling beneath your temple; it’s an old turtle trick that he learned after years of comforting distressed little brothers, and even though you can’t hear the low chirps quite like they can, the gesture is touching.

Raph will ask a lot of questions: can he do anything for you? Do you need anything? Would you like him to let go or keep holding you? Whatever you want, Raph’ll handle it.

He holds you together when you fracture, keeping you close and making sure you know that he’s there, that he’s got you, that he loves you, and that you are not alone.

Michelangelo

Mikey facetimes you regularly, so he isn’t surprised to get a call from you. What does surprise him is the way you’re weeping on the other end, and he drops everything he’s doing.

His loud gasp when you tell him what happened would be comical in a less solemn situation. He’s already tearing up, stuttering through his words as he tries to wrap his head around it. “I-I don’t— what even—? A-are they— are you—? Ohmigosh, honey—“

He tells you he’s coming over, frantically rummaging around the lair for anything you may need and nearly dropping the phone multiple times in the process. He stays on with you all the way until he’s at your windowsill. The moment you let him in, he’s wrapped completely around you.

Mikey will hug the daylights out of you for hours if he can, mumbling his condolences in your ear as he runs his hands up and down your back. He’ll let you cry as much as you need, only stopping you if your breathing gets too frantic; if that happens, he’ll guide you through a few breathing exercises.

If you want to talk about it, he’ll ask several questions about them; what’s your happiest memory with them? Did you have any inside jokes? What kinds of quirks did they have? He wants to help you recall as many happy memories as you can.

If you don’t want to talk about it, he’ll spill his own thoughts to you. “I wish these kinds of things didn’t happen. It’s just not fair. And I know there’s nothing I can do to make it better for you, but I still wanna try. I promise that I got you, and my whole family’s got you, too. We love you. I love you.”

Mikey encourages you to watch funny animals or soothing ASMR videos to keep you afloat. He becomes your personal teddy bear, letting you cling to him and cry to him to your heart’s content. If you cry yourself to exhaustion, he is 100% gonna make you take a nap with him. Then he’ll bake you some cookies when you wake, savoring a tiny sample of the dough as he fully intends to let you have the whole batch to yourself.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #hamato leonardo #hamato raphael #hamato donatello #hamato michelangelo #rottmnt x reader #rise x reader #leonardo x reader #raphael x reader #donatello x reader #michelangelo x reader #cw death #cw family death #rottmnt imagines #rottmnt headcanons

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boredzillenial · 5 months ago

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Sick-fic Drabble

Themes: just some sick times fluff (def not a draft that’s been sitting too long), Marc taking care of reader, reader gender not specified

A.N: couldn’t find a gif I wanted to use so stole this from @my-secret-shame 😅, feelin in my flop era pls be patient 🥺

Sleep came in waves the last couple of days, fevers came and broke and came again. Inconclusive tests at the clinic had frustratingly sent you home with a “rest and drink lots of water” prescription. Finally you took your health in your own hands and decided if a prescription wasn’t an option then you’d hibernate through whatever the fuck this was while the boys were away.

You’d found a strong dose of over the counter meds to help you sleep, though exhaustion had you flopping onto the recliner before you could make it it to bed. The last thing you remembered was the pile of tissues in the tiny trash can beside you, the cold half eaten soup and the room temp pedialyte you failed to choke down. Finally, sweet dark relief washed through you as you lost consciousness. The sound of your favorite series a distant murmur in your congested ears.

Warmth surrounded you as you shift, and something snaked around you, arms? You feel heavy as you lean against a firm chest. Your eyes open for a moment to see Steven’s blurry face turn stern.

“Stevenstopit.” You groan. “ ‘m fine. Putme down.” You fidget a bit but the heaviness wrapped around you held you firm. A blanket? “Steve-“

“Not Steven. How long have you been like this.” His soft but short clipped tone furrows your brows as you try to focus on his face.

The slight downturn of his mouth, the lack of a snarky comment, “Marc?”

“Come on, how long?” He sets you down on the bed and presses his hand across your forehead.

“Since Monday?” You groan.

“Fucksake it’s Thursday baby, why didn’t you call me.” He gently brushed your mess of hair out of your face.

“Thought missions were important.” You rub your eyes and look up at him. As he came into focus you can finally see the full array of concern etched across his features.

“Not more important than you.” He sighs, “come on sit up. I could smell you when I walked in.” He pulls your wrinkled shirt over your head and tucks you back under the blanket.

You give him a halfhearted glare as a cough wracks your sore throat.

“You don’t have to do this. I can take care of myself.” Your grumble turns more into a croak as he pulls your bottoms off and tucks you back into bed.

He pauses, looks around the messy flat, then pins you with a raised brow and a smirk. “Yeah?”

You pull the blanket up to your chin and turn, “yeah…” you snuffle.

“Alright, I guess I just *won’t* run a bath then.” He shrugs and turns.

“Wait-“ you croak and tug on his hand. “Please I…” your scratchy throat didn’t make it any easier to swallow the last shred of pride you clung to. “That sounds nice…”

“No more sass?” His brow lowers but he looks to be fighting back a smirk.

“F-fine…” you nod and let go of his hand as you sniffle.

His lips quickly met your forehead before he went off to the bathroom. For a moment you worried about transmitting whatever you had to him till you remember Khonshu’s “gift” makes him not only heal fast and give him strength and speed. But it also means he never falls ill when the normal bugs everyone catches arrive in the spring and fall. “Must be nice.” You grumble as another bout of coughing shakes you.

“Say something?” He calls from the bathroom, his voice rising above the noise of the water.

“N-o.” You cough and roll your eyes. Sickness for days has stripped you of most patience and humor.

Time seemed to slow for the next hour or so as you fought to stay awake. The comfort of the mattress, the warmth of the blanket, Marc’s soft voice as he encourages you to stand and helps you to the bath. The heat from the water sank into your aching body as you settle in.

As the water cooled Marc lifts you from the tub, shivering and wet. “Just hang on-“ he wrapped your arms around his neck as he grabs his robe and draped it over your shoulders “- good enough come on.”

By the time you made it back to bed your teeth were chattering and body aching again. “T-thank you-“ you murmur, not looking forward to the cold sheets.

“Scoot, all the way-“ he encouraged softly before slipping in beside you and tugging you to his chest. Warmth radiated from him and sank into your feverish skin. “I’m not leavin’ till you feel better, promise-“ his voice rumbled in his chest as you laid against it.

Though doting wasn’t his strong suit, Marc stayed true to his word. Quietly one step ahead of your needs til the sickness left your body and you could show him just how grateful you were for it.

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Taglist: @melodygatesauthor @ominoose @romana-after-dark @lunar-ghoulie @flowercrownonapegion @howellatme @mooksmouse @ahookedheroespureheart @beezusvreeland @auntiegigi @moonkxight-blog @faretheeoscar @queerponcho @for-a-longlongtime @silvernight-m @ierofrnkk @ingoldthewizard

#moon knight #marc spector #moon knight fluff #marc spector fluff

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theres-a-body-here · 1 year ago

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hey um trans dude here um looks at u w my big round eyes. could you do some characters of ur choice reacting to their trans male partner wanting to/getting a phalloplasty? im working to get one myself which inspired me to send this ask

I love my trans followers

TW: A homophobic slur, Mentions of surgery and Dysphoria/Dysmorphia

Characters: Ramattra, Asgore, Mohg, Wendell

Wendell is more of a crackpost

Ramattra

When you tell him, he'll be quiet as he thinks for a while

"I'll be back," he says as he abruptly stands and leaves the room

Your heart sinks as you fear the worst

He comes back within minutes and drops a book into your lap before sitting next to you

Confused, you flip it open only to yelp and drop it

It's a dick catalog

An Omnic dick catalog to be exact

He chuckles as he likes it back up

"There are a few exquisite models here, pet. Let's get you one."

He flips to a page and shows you

It's the model he has

Your face burns, hiding your face in your hands as you lean on him

"You're awful," you whine

You peak through your fingers

"Do they have glowing ones?"

"let's see"

Ramattra will be there throughout the surgery, making sure nothing goes wrong

If you ever feel dysphoric, he'll immediately start to comfort you

"Sweet, beautiful boy, I'm so proud of you"

Asgore Dreemurr

He's so happy for you

Be prepared to be pulled into a crushing bear hug

He's with you every step of the way

He'll sit down with you and plan out everything. From the days before the surgery to the aftermath and recovery

However, he'll be sure to mention any monster magic options for you to consider

Whatever you pick in the end, he'll support you

Plenty of kisses and cuddles throughout the process

He knows surgery is scary for humans, so he's sure to make you comfortable every chance he gets

Tea, snacks, and massages galore

After you get your surgery, Asgore will be a nervous wreck

Doting on you like a mother hen, he won't leave your side for a second

Mohg, Lord of Blood

The moment you tell him, he'll have his followers work on finding ways to give you a dick

Riiiighhttt after you give him a few heirs

Unless you don't want to

He'll be pouty but ultimately respects your decision

Him and Varre are your biggest support pillars before and after the process

Mohg literally doesn't let you do anything by yourself

He carries you around everywhere you need to be

"You shouldn't waste your energy, dearest"

Varre will be even worse

"What size would you prefer your phallus to be, lambkin?"

After the surgery, Mohg will keep you in his bed for a long time

Even when you're fully healed, he'll insist you stay resting

Cage his arms around you and nuzzle close like a clingy puppy

Wendell

He's a bit confused, but after explaining it to him, he'll definitely be your number one supporter

"Is there a dick store we go to or...?"

Yeah he's still a bit confused

He'll cling to you during matches and ask you tons of questions

Even during gunfire

"OMG, can we get matching dicks?"

Please be patient with him

If there's time between the storm moving, he'll be sure to give you lots of attention

"MY BOYFRIEND'S GETTING A DICK!"

He screams out in the empty building you two are stocking up in

Or so you thought

"You homos make me sick," a voice calls out, the clacking of heels hitting the floor echo through the area

You two turn to the voice

"INTERNATIONAL POP SENSATION ARIANA GRANDE?!?!?!?" You both exclaim in unison

"Yuh," she says, whipping her hair as she aims a bazooka at you two

#male!reader #trans reader #ftm reader #male reader #Wendell x reader #wendell fortnite #asgore dreemurr x reader #asgore dreemurr #asgore x reader #ramattra x reader #ramattra #mohg lord of blood #mohg x reader #elden ring x reader #overwatch x reader #fortnite x reader #undertale x reader

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 1 year ago

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Dibs

Summary- Eddie meets someone quite interesting on restock day at their favorite music shop

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- None :)

Tag List- @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @esme-viridian @gvf23 @wheels-of-despair @goatsmcgee @flawiette

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“Restock day.”

Eddie’s eyes shot open as his hand gripped the phone, nearly pulling the cord straight out of the receiver as he shot out of bed.

All he needed to hear was those two words and he was given the adrenaline needed to get himself out of bed and get ready all within the span of five short minutes.

He had finally finished pulling his shirt over his head before reaching back for the forgotten phone laying on his mattress,

“Ready in five!” He shouted to Grant on the other end, not knowing wether he had hung up or not.

His hair was still a mess, and he was certain the jeans he grabbed from the pile of clothes on his floor definitely still had dirt stains all over them, but he didn’t care. It was restock day at the local record store. That’s all he cared about.

Once a month he and the rest of the guys would wake up early and head over to be the first ones in line before the store opened. They’d be up and ready to go with their lists in hand of what to look out for, knowing that if they didn’t leave with at least one then there’d be hell to pay.

Eddie sat on his stoop, ready to go for whenever he spotted Grants car pull through the park entrance. He wasn’t out there for more than a few moments before hearing the gravel crunching under the wheels of a car that was definitely going too fast for those types of roads. They’d get a few dirty looks from a couple of older residents as they left the park, but it was a price they were willing to pay for being able to still get there on time.

Eddie ran up as soon as he could see the rusted bumper on the front, hopping into the back seat next to Jeff.

“Still on time?” Eddie asked as he fixed himself in his seat.

“Still on time.” Grant said back as he looked to Eddie in the rear view mirror.

“I think if we gun it on the back roads we’ll get there earlier than planned.” Gareth said as he turned from the passenger seat.

“We already go at least 70 on these,” Jeff argued, “let’s not try and kill ourselves like last time.”

“Last time wasn’t my fault!” Eddie laughed, “I was being a good samaritan and letting those ducks pass the road.”

“You slammed on the breaks so hard i almost flew through the window.” Jeff said, earning a laugh from the boys up front.

“I think i still have a rug burn scar from the seatbelt.” Grant laughed.

After a quick drive and debrief of the records they were looking for, Grant quickly pulled into the parking lot. Each let out a sigh of relief as they saw that there were only three other cars in the lot, a few people gathered outside the door. They got into their spot and jogged to join in the small group waiting to get inside, thankful that they got there before the swarm of cars and a few kids on bicycles entered the lot. Within five minutes the parking lot was filled and there was a line that reached almost out to the street.

They paid no attention to the crowd behind them, doing their best to patiently wait for those final agonizing minutes before 10 am. When the doors were finally unlocked it was like some of the people behind them had never been in public before.

They were shoving past to get to the newest pop releases, and the boys paid them no mind as they headed over to the much less crowded rock section to scan through the full bins of the owners newest finds.

The boys scattered, each of them looking through the various bins and crates, moving onto the next as soon as they finished flipping through them. Eddie was in the zone as he flipped through a few older records he’d seen time and time again, not even noticing someone flipping through the same bin on the opposite side. His fingers moved quickly and stopped as soon as he saw it.

Alice Coopers new album was finally out, and he knew it had to be his the moment he heard ‘Prince of Darkness’ playing in that John Carpenter movie. He grasped the top of it and turned to show the guys, but he was pulled back as he felt it being tugged in the opposite direction. Eddie turned back to see who was trying to get this record from out of his hands, and he stopped for a moment when his eyes met yours.

He didn’t know what came over him.

A girl, a really pretty girl, was stood at the other side of the crate of records, holding the top of the record on the opposite side. And you weren’t letting go.

The boys glanced over, Eddie already having grabbed their attention before only made them stare. He was just standing there. Standing and staring.

Your eyes were locked onto his. This same scenario has happened to you countless amounts of times. You’d spot a record or a tape in a shop the same time as someone else and waited to see who would give in first. And it was never you.

But this one seemed different to you.

He wasn’t like the other guys that had gotten into this situation with you. He wasn’t moving his eyes over your body or trying to get a peek at the logo on your shirt to see if you were even a fan of this kind of music. He was just looking at you, with those deep brown eyes that you couldn’t help but look into.

All you could do was look at one another, waiting for the other to take their hand off the record to finally get it into their hands. And there’s no way in hell you were going to give in.

The rest of the guys watched the interaction from their spots at the crates, their eyes widening as they watched Eddie slowly take his hand away from the record.

He smiled to you as he let his hand drop.

“All yours.” He nodded.

You looked down at the record in your hands and looked back up to him,

“What’s your name?” You asked him.

His eyes widened for a moment, taking a quick glance around to see if he was the one you were asking, earning a giggle from you.

“Eddie.” He said, pursing his lips, knowing that the guys were no doubt going to rag on him for not only letting go of this record, but letting go of it just because the girl on the other end was pretty.

He knew they’d do the same, he was just the first to do it.

“Thanks Eddie.” You smiled and looked him over before walking over around the crate up to the line forming at the counter.

Eddie watched as you walked away, smiling to himself as he went back to sorting through the records before him. The guys finished looking through their crates and slowly made their way over to Eddie, their records in hand, ready to head up to the register while Eddie still had nothing.

“What the hell was that?” Gareth asked as he stood next to Eddie.

“What? I’m sorry, should i have just ripped that out of that hot girls’ hand and said ‘dibs’?”

“No, i’m just saying you gave that up so easily,” Gareth glanced back over at you in line, “all for a girl?”

“A HOT girl. And who am i to deny a hot girl the right to listen to good music?” Eddie laughed to himself.

“Well good luck trying to find that record again,” Jeff said as he handed Eddie the Anthrax album he asked them to keep an eye out for, “a bunch of these have multiples but i don’t think i saw any more of that Alice Cooper record.”

“I’ll find it again. And if i don’t, it wasn’t meant to be.” Eddie shrugged as he got to the last record, pulling it out as soon as he recognized the Tesla logo on the front. He held it in his hands and took the Anthrax record from Jeff as they went to meet Grant in line.

Eddie glanced around and saw you at the front of the line, scribbling down something on a little piece of paper in front of you.

“How’d the search go?” Grant asked the guys as they huddled around him in line.

“Fine, except for the fact that Eddie gave up one of the only albums he was looking for to some girl.” Gareth groaned.

“What’s so wrong about that?” Eddie pleaded.

“She still here?” Grant asked Eddie, with Eddie quickly pointing you out as you finished up at the register, “Damn… Good call on that.”

“Thank you! Finally someone gets why i did it.” Eddie exclaimed, not noticing you approaching him until he felt one of the guys nudge his arm.

You smiled as you stood before Eddie, holding out a little piece of paper to him,

“Here.” You smiled as he opened it, watching his eyes widen a bit, “Just in case you ever wanted to borrow it.”

Eddie and the guys stayed quiet as they all looked at the slip of paper in his hands.

It was the written out receipt for the record you just bought, your name and phone number scribbled onto the front. Eddie quickly looked up to say his goodbyes, but by the time he was pulled from his trance you were nowhere to be seen.

They hadn’t even noticed the line moving in front of them until they heard a shout from someone behind them. They shuffled forward, Eddie neatly folding up the receipt in his hand and placing it onto his pocket with a smug grin on his face as he looked back to Gareth and Jeff,

“Which one of you was complaining about me giving up that record?”

The two of them were silent, Eddie laughing to himself as he turned to move with the line.

He looked down at the piece of paper in his hand, quickly putting it into his pocket to keep it safe as they stepped forward with the line.

There was nothing he loved more than restock day.

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Imagine Sneaking Through The Citadel To Meet With Jack

Praetorian Jack X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Suggestive themes, steam, lots of kissing, basically over 1,000 words of pure self indulgence (no I'm not sorry)

Word Count: 1.4k

(A/N:) I went to go see Furiosa Friday....now I'm obsessed! Especially one character in particular, so I had to write something for him! Cause I have no control over what the idea worms bring to eat at my spastic brain! So fellow fangirls that watched Furiosa please enjoy this little indulgent creation of mine! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Mild spoilers below!!

The sun setting behind the rocky horizon of the Wasteland's left a dusky orange haze painting The Citadel. Majority of the residences were beginning to settle down for the evening, except for several War Boys taking the first watch of the evening. You waited patiently in a darkening alcove, pressed tightly against the wall. The thin clothing you had to wear barely fought back the chill and the terror of getting caught had you fighting shivers and breathing softly. Getting caught wasn't an option as it would have you in serious trouble all around. Not just for yourself but the man you were sneaking around for. His death would be inevitable if he was spotted with you. A couple War Boys walked by, talking about the possibility of heading out to battle soon. You sucked in a breath, pressing further against the wall. They walked by, not even giving a glance in your direction. This was the hardest part, waiting for the darkness to deepen so you could further make your way out of the well guarded halls.

While the whole place had started to settle hours ago, you didn't move until you knew the moon was high in the sky and the watchmen had become lax in their duties. Not many people were stupid enough to challenge Immortan Joe, so the War Boy's didn't take the night watch seriously. On light bare feet you stuck close to the shadows and quickly made your way to a hidden part of The Citadel. Your heart hammered in your chest and you clutched at your fluttering wrap. Though you had done this several times, you just knew you'd eventually get caught and thrown out into the horrible outside world. Then mere moments passed, though it felt like a lifetime, you squeezed into a hidden opening of an abandoned alcove. You sighed in relief when hands wrapped around you, one on your hip the other across your mouth. Your muffled surprise was silenced when you caught a familiar glimpse of dark hair and a scarred lip.

"Don't do that," you seethed when Jack removed his hand.

"Always so nervous," he chuckled sitting back against the cold natural stones.

"You know what happens if we get caught," you glared. Jack just shrugged and you huffed.

Praetorian Jack, The Citadel's greatest warrior and the man who kept the War Rig running. His team was known as the best and all the War Boys fought for a chance to ride for him. He was the first man to show you an ounce of kindness when you arrived at The Citadel. Sold to Immortan Joe in exchange for food, the man who you thought loved you, dumped you at his feet and never looked back. Being barren saved you from the fate of one of his wives, you found yourself doing any chores that was deemed worthy of your station. Thrown to the feet of Jack, you had become his problem for a short while until you were drug to another part of The Citadel for other tasks. That short time with the quiet gruff man had something grow between you, hence the sneaking to see one another.

Jack offered out his hand, knowing that you were losing yourself within horrible memories and he worried about you. These were the few times that made life worth living. You shook your head taking his offered hand and he lead you closer to him. You sat down between his legs, resting your back against his warm chest. He had forgone his leather jacket, leaving his rough clothing to catch against your linen garments. His presence and scent also soothing your nerves, as he held your hand, rubbing the top of your hand. His hands calloused and scarred but tender and kind. His nose brushing against the back of your neck, leaving you shivering. He kissed you gently, careful not to leave any marks. You leaned in backwards, staring up at him. Jack gave you a small smile, kissing your forehead causing you to giggle quietly. His fingers tangling with yours, he pressed another kiss to your forehead, before his stare became heated. You sat still letting him litter you with attention. He kissed your temple, cupping your cheek as he kissed your nose, cheek, before pausing above your lips. Your head still leaned back he took in your features before capturing your lips in an searing kiss. The upside down kiss awkward, but making your bare toes curl.

He released you to turn you around, slipping you back down onto his lap your legs wrapped around his waist. Cupping your cheeks with both hands, he pulled you back into his embrace. His stubble scratching against your soft skin, but you sighed into his mouth, your arms resting on his shoulders as you played with the long dirty strands of his hair. Jack deepened his kiss, tasting you in a more passionate way. You melted, unable to keep yourself upright. He released your cheeks, wrapping strong arms around your body and holding you tightly against his body. Air became a necessity too quickly and it had you both parting against each other. Warm puffs of air brushing against your wet and kiss swollen lips, Jack pressed his forehead against yours. You traced his features, your fingers soft against his rough face. He shivered in delight kissing and nipping at the digits. When he pulled away, he noticed some of his remaining war grease had smudged against your forehead. He licked his thumb cleaning it away.

"I don't want this to end," you said.

"Maybe one day it doesn't have to," Jack replied.

You stared at him with a curious look. He lost himself, staring at you deeply. You were an oasis in the desert. No amount of fighting and driving could give him a jolt of adrenaline like you did. It was these few stolen moments that he truly lived for. He didn't care what Immortan Joe wanted, if it gave him you then he would do whatever it took. He remembered those tearful fearful eyes of yours, when the War Boys had thrown you at his feet. You had lost everything and you didn't know what to expect. But when he held out that dirty, blood drenched hand you took it. Raising yourself from the floor and then it ended for Jack. He had to protect you and learn more from you. Your story, like everyone else's was filled with sadness and tragedy. He longed to make you forget all the horrible and hard times. And these fleeting times, hidden away from the watchful eyes of The Citadel and it's overlord he got to make that promise come to fruition. Stolen kisses, quiet sighs, and warm embraces. It was all here, that oasis for his soul.

"I will find away to save you," he promised. But he didn't want you to answer, to protest. So he kissed you, hard, fiercely, silencing any protests immediately. You held tightly, trying to keep up as Jack laid you gently back onto the stones. You threaded your fingers through his hair. He was all you could see, all that mattered as he leaned over you. Releasing you once more he laid down beside you. Tucking you into his side so you both could look up at the stars. A dusty haze always above your heads, but not enough to darken the night sky. You reached up, like you could scoop them up. Jack slid his hand up your arm his hand cupping the back of yours as his fingers also reached to the sky. Like you both could grab destiny together that played amongst the stars. You pulled your gaze from up above, looking towards the gentle man beside you.

"Let's save each other," you replied with conviction.

"You already have," Jack held on tighter. You searched for any sign that he said that just to make you feel better, only to see truth staring you in the face. You grasped his hand pulling it down to your chest. He felt your heartbeat thundering against your chest and Jack knew that he would give up anything to protect that kind heart. He held on tightly, not wanting to let any second pass him by in your presence. Even when time ran out and you both had to part ways, he held you against him. Taking you with him no matter where he was. And every time he looked up at the sky he could see you gazing back at him. You pushed him onwards and you held your ground. Knowing that the promised moments together were worth fighting for.

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