#ok brains barely here but i might as well

[ar-mage-ddon]

keykid dump

[fifteensjukebox]

me thinking about how much i would hate the logistics of moving again vs me deciding the next day to swap bedrooms within my own house..... for my benefit (better bathroom mostly) but at what cost to my sanity in the process...

fortunately my clothes are mostly in laundry baskets so i'll get to skip the step of getting them out of proper storage and go directly to finding them a home in the new room... and until then i get a new room with a laundry basket covered floor! because the swap is happening on hair day and i can't do both... hate it here

[channieschaoscorner]

Looking After You - Maknae Line - Stray Kids x female!9th Member Reader

Pairing: ot8 x 9th member reader, like I’ve said before possible Chan x Reader if you squint, maybe Minho x reader if you squint a bit harder

Summary: As one of the oldest, you’ve spent so long looking after the boys, it’s their turn to look after you.

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

A/N: Hi guys!!! Here’s the maknae line version of this, I hope you like it!!!! 💕 Also I 100% got absolutely carried away with I.N’s one but I also loved writing it so I really hope you enjoy it. I put a lot of emotion into this one. ✌️ Don’t be afraid to comment or message me with any feedback or thoughts on this. I welcome it all!!! ✨️

Hyung Line

Masterlist

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Han

To say you weren’t the biggest fan of airports would be an understatement.

You hated them if you were honest.

Between the stress of remembering everything, making sure the boys were ok, that everyone had their passports and then the crowds on top of it all? Hell.

At least when you were flying somewhere the crowds couldn’t follow you through the airport but landing was another story altogether. It was the reason that kept you awake, leg bouncing with anxiety at the unknown while the others took advantage of the time to catch up on some well needed sleep. You’d tried to keep yourself occupied with a film, reading, even just listening to music and staring out the window, but nothing would shift the uneasiness that had a grip on you. Only the fact that the plane had started the descent for landing, you managed to keep yourself strapped in your seat.

You barely even blinked when the plane landing, leg bouncing increased to full body fidgeting. You tied and then retied your laces, cracked your knuckles one, two, three times before Minho asked if you were trying to break them, checked your bag multiple times for your own passport before counting the others. You let Chan lead the way off the plane with the boys following, you waited until the end, letting your eyes run over the rows of seats getting off.

You’d never forget the time Jeongin left his headphones behind or the complaining that followed for the next few hours.

You waited behind Jisung as your passports were being checked, unable to stand still, you’d settled for shifting from one foot to the other in an effort to stay calm.

“Breathe.” He had turned around, eyes wide as he could feel the stress rolling off you. “We don’t know what we’re going out into.”

“Exactly. We don’t know what we’re going out to.”

“It might be ok.”

You didn’t answer that, it was never ok landing back home. Your brain was running on overdrive, thinking of what could go wrong and how you’d have to manage it.

Someone could fall over, get them back up, get them in the car and go home.

A fan could fall over, do you stop and help them? Keep going? There was no right answer there.

What if someone tries to hurt one of the boys? What if-

“Noona come on.”

Your spiralling is interrupted thankfully, but your nerves aren’t eased as you head towards the exit. You make eye contact with Chan, he raises an eyebrow. You know the silent question is if you’re ready to go out there, you nod in response and brace yourself for the other side of the doors.

Screaming. That’s all you can hear. Your vision is completely obstructed by the flashing of cameras but it doesn’t stop you from constantly scanning the people around you.

Just get them into the car. Get them to the cars and everything’s done then.

It was a mantra in your head.

You were aware of the jostling around you, the little security you had doing the minimum against the crowd. A phone pushed in front of your face and you moved around it. No matter how many times you were forced into this situation, you would never get used to it.

You weren’t sure when it all broke down and turned to complete chaos.

Maybe something happened further up that you couldn’t see, maybe Chan had made it outside and people realised they were missing their chance as you got into the cars. It could’ve been anything really. What you did know was the small barrier security held around you was there one second and gone the next.

Hands on you. That was all you could feel.

“Y/N!” You could hear someone shouting for you but you couldn’t see who it was. The crowd that had forced its way forward was beginning to suffocate you. You ducked your head and tried to force your way through but it was an impossible task. You could just about see the doors, hear what was obviously some of the boys outside shouting and arguing to get back in but you knew that would never happen. You were alone in this.

Alone.

The realisation that you were actually on your own in the swarming crowd of people gripped you and made you freeze. Someone bumped you and it made you turn to keep your balance which in turn meant you’d lost your bearings. You were stuck in an overexcited crowd of people that was pushing closer and closer to you with no sign of stopping, you couldn’t hear anything over the screaming now. Sweat was running down your back and your legs felt weak, like any second they were going to give way and you’d hit the deck.

“Y/N!”

You could just about spot Jisung trying to push his way to you, he hadn’t made it outside either before this had started.

People were pulling at him but they might as well have not been there with how much attention he gave them. His sole focus was on getting to you and attempting to shield you from the so called fans that had cornered you. He thrust his hand through the crowd towards you and you lunged for it. He gripped your hand tightly and started to pull you towards him.

One over-eager fan though, (if you can call them that) panicked when you started moving away from them and made an attempt to pull you back. Unfortunately for you, it was your ponytail that they got a grip on, so when they pulled hard you lost your balance completely and went down. You hit the ground and automatically curled in on yourself, not even trying to get back up. It would be an impossible task to push up through the people around you. You screwed your eyes up and wrapped your arms around your head, wincing when you could feel shoes in your back.

Back above the crowd, Jisung panicked. He had a hold on you and then you vanished back under the crowd. Fear shot through him, icy and cold. He moved without thinking, no longer careful. He was pushing and pulling, fighting to get to you.

“BACK UP!” His voice carried, shocking the people closest to him who moved back in fright. It didn’t matter to him though, he managed to force a space through and got his hands under your arms and yanked you up. He spun around and forced you in front of him. Security had managed to regain some attempt at control and had made a slight path for you to get to. The car was in sight and he all but pushed you inside of it.

You fell against the seat, aware that someone was talking but you couldn’t tune into it. The weight of what had just happened settling in you. You’d been so stressed about everyone else being ok that worrying about yourself had never been an option.

“What happened?!” Chan was wide eyed and jittery, barely able to explain that when he’d put Hyunjin, Seungmin, Minho and Changbin in one car that everything had kicked off inside and he couldn’t get back in, security had forced him and Felix into the second car and wouldn’t let them back in to help.

“It was insane. They pushed in and just surrounded us. I didn’t know where to go until I saw them cornering her.”

Your head dropped into your eyes and your eyes shut again, trying desperately to move past the feeling of so many strangers touching you and holding you back. You could hear the angry rantings of Chan demanding better security, Jisung explaining how they’d pulled you down to the ground and what you were pretty sure was Felix sniffling at the stress of the whole situation.

You jumped when you felt a hand on your leg.

“Are you ok?”

You nodded, barely able to speak. A lump had settled in your throat, you swallowed but even that hurt.

“Thank you for coming back to get me Ji.”

He blinked, “Thank you? You don’t need to thank me. I’d never leave you behind.” He took one of your hands slowly and gripped it tight. You linked your fingers between his and held on, matching his grip.

Chan’s voice carried across the car. “I am never letting you walk at the back again after that, straight to the front now. No arguments.”

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Felix

Social media was a blessing and a curse.

On one hand, you loved being able to talk to your fans, see their comments and watch back their reactions to new music, concerts, videos posted. You loved that side of it. On the other hand, you could also see the opinions of people that weren’t your fans. Which described the rabbit hole you’d found yourself in now. Most of the time you could ignore it, brush it off and move on. Today was different though, you’d managed to find a whole account dedicated to campaigning for your permanent removal from the group. It didn’t matter to them you’d been there since debut, you never should have debuted with the boys in their opinion. Every single tiny flaw, mistake, error was highlighted and posted on their page, everything was wrong and even if you’d managed to do everything right, well then you could’ve been better.

It was a rare day off for you all and you pushed back the thought in your head that this was how you were spending it. Wasting your time on an anonymous account that spent more time analysing you than your own fans did. They spent so much time analysing you that they were a let to pinpoint all the areas on your body that had gained weight when you’d been on hiatus and not training as much. That was your final straw. You locked your phone and flung it across your bed, pushing yourself up and abandoning it behind you.

Your feet moved on their own accord, as if your body knew where to take you before your brain could catch up. You knocked on the bedroom door.

“Come in.”

You pushed the door open.

Felix sat as his desk, headphones on, game on screen. “You ok?” He didn’t take his eyes off the monitors.

You opened your mouth but didn’t quite know what to say. “I can’t stay off a hate account and it’s driving me crazy” didn’t sound quite right.

“I just need some company.”

Felix side eyed you quickly, it didn’t take a genius to realise something was bothering you but he didn’t press further. He nodded and said nothing else. This wasn’t anything new, he had often come to your room late at night needing company when he was overwhelmed or upset but this was the first time you’d come to find him.

You pulled back the covers on his bed and climbed in, shoving pillows around until you’re comfortable and pulled your hood up over your head. You felt around the bed until your hand landed on a rogue Bbokari, you wrapped your arms around the plushie and curled into a ball. You listened to the faint sounds of Felix gaming and shouting when he lost, it kept your mind away from everything. This was peaceful. You understood why Felix wanted the escape of your room now, the change in bed and presence of someone else with you felt safe. Even though you weren’t speaking, knowing Felix was there in the room with you was enough. Your eyes had started to droop and you nestled down lower into the bed.

Felix spun his chair around once he finished, he wasn’t sure how long you’d been there but it was long enough for him to be hungry now. He stood up, wincing as his knees cracked from being sat for you long. He moved slowly into the bed, not wanting to wake you just yet. He settled down next to you, carefully moving the plushie out of your hands and slotting himself in your arms instead. You weren’t the biggest hugger but you’d become used to Felix sneak attacking you with hugs from the nights spent in your room when he didn’t want to be alone. He wasn’t sure what was bothering you but this always made him feel better so he took a guess that it could help you too.

You woke up feeling so overheated that it took you a minute to realise what was going on. You understood why though when you felt the weight in your arms. You weren’t sure when but obviously at some point, Felix had slotted himself in place of the plushie and was cuddling that now instead whilst you held him. You smiled softly at the younger boy.

“Lix.” You scratched the back of his head gently.

He made a noise.

“Lixie, wake up.”

His eyes opened and then shut again. “What’s wrong?”

“We need to get some food, I don’t even know what time it is.”

“No we don’t.” As if on queue, his stomach started rumbling making you laugh.

“Your body says different. Come on.” You made a move to sit up, pushing past the whine and grabby hands that attempted to keep you in the bed.

“Come on.”

You could hear him objecting to getting out of bed but he still followed you nonetheless.

He took a seat on the counter while you dropped instant ramen into a pot. He kept a careful eye on you, trying to gauge your mood.

“Are you feeling any better?”

You stopped for a moment, considering your words.

“I don’t need to know what’s wrong.” He followed up with quickly. “I just want to know if you feel better.”

“Yeah, I feel a lot better. Thanks Lixie.”

He grinned at that, clearly happy that he had helped. It made him feel special that you’d been able to come to him when you weren’t doing ok and that he’d been able to cheer you up. It made him so happy that he nearly bounced back into his room when you showed no intention of returning to your own, you took your spot in his bed again, bringing your laptop and headphones with you so you could watch a film while he gamed. The silence and each others company was exactly what you had needed today, the silent support doing more for you than he would actually know.

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Seungmin

The arena was sold out, fans screaming, lights flashing. The stage was calling your name. You stared wide eyed in the wings, ready to rush back out there. It had been a long few months on hiatus and this was your first show since coming back. Excitement had consumed your entire being, unable to stay still, you settled for jumping on the spot with Jeongin, who was equally hyped about you performing with them again.

“You’re going to tire yourself out before you even make it out there.” Seungmin was leaning against a box, clearly judging the pair of you.

“No we’re not.” Innie retorted, sticking his tongue out.

“Maybe not you, but Noona’s getting pretty old now. She’ll be hyungs age soon.” Seungmin responded dryly.

Your jaw dropped. “Watch it, you menace.” You leg shot out but he dodged your foot with easy and moved away to a safer distance.

He couldn’t reply though, the staff rounded you all up to go on and before you knew it, you were running out onto the stage for the first song.

You felt at home on stage, performing came naturally to you. Your time off made you yearn for it even more, it felt warm under the stage lights and it was where you knew you belonged. It was why when you were halfway through the set that everyone had calmed slightly, you were still bouncing around the stage unable to stay in one place too long. You were waving and interacting with fans, posing for photos and videos, stopping to read posters. You’d been gone long enough that you wanted to show your appreciation for your fans now that you were back.

One poster though caught your attention and not in a good way.

Once you realised what it said you moved on fairly quickly, you didn’t catch the full thing but read enough to understand they weren’t happy you were back and wished you were still on hiatus. You fought to bring your smile back up and moved back across the stage.

It didn’t go unnoticed. Seungmin watched you freeze before composing yourself again from the other side, he couldn’t think what had made you stop. An emergency in the crowd maybe? No, you would’ve stopped the concert. He kept you in his peripheral when you moved in for the dance break, your smile had dropped and it no longer reached your eyes. To everyone else, the fans, the staff, nothing was wrong but he knew different. You were putting on a front right now and he wanted to know why.

At the next opportunity, he made a beeline for the side of the stage except he couldn’t see anything wrong. Nothing was standing out to him as a problem, but he knew you. Something had to have happened to make that much of a difference in your attitude. You’d gone from genuinely excited and happy to a stage version of yourself that you put on when you weren’t feeling it anymore. The difference was so stark that he blocked your path as soon as you got off stage so you could change.

“What happened?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Something happened out there, I saw it. Tell me.” He pressed.

“Nothing happened Minnie, come on we don’t have much time.” You pushed past him and ran to your stylist.

He refused to let it go. Determine to find out what was going on, when you moved across the stage again he stuck close by your side. In fact,that nearly wasn’t enough. He almost missed it.

Almost being the key word.

He turned at the right second, his attention elsewhere in the crowd, too invested to let the issue go. He spotted to poster out of the corner of his eye, the reason he hadn’t seen it before was because it was only held up when you could see it. Your jaw tightened and you moved on. Seungmin didn’t. He ground his teeth, he couldn’t have them removed. Security pushing into the crowd to remove someone at the barrier would draw too much attention to this and you’d hate that. He knew that you’d tell him to just move on and let it go, don’t react, just ignore it. Ignoring would be the right thing to do, the mature thing to do.

Except when has Seungmin ever chosen the correct and mature way out of situation? He wasn’t about to start now.

He spun on his heel and made a beeline for the bottles of water and water guns that were dotted about the stage. He silently thanked staff for remembering the water gun specifically as he picked it up.

You were watching him carefully, all too aware he’d been following you around the stage, making good on his puppy nickname but when his attention had been directed somewhere else you’d stopped. You knew he’d seen the poster, normally you’d step in and tell him to leave the situation alone but you couldn’t deny the slight curiosity you had for wanting to know what he was about to do.

So when he took his place at the side of the stage and lowered the water gun that it was perfectly aimed for the fake fans face, you did nothing to object. The shot of water hit them square in the face, when they held up their hands to shield themselves, he aimed for the poster in their hands. The paper crumpled under the stream rendering it useless. You couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up and escaped, you clamped your hands over your mouth to try and mute it but your mic picked it up so it came out through the arena.

The other members turned to see what had you in hysterics but all they saw was Seungmin give you a wide grin, that absolutely meant he’d chosen violence in a situation but they couldn’t figure out what. They were none the wiser as you ran up to him and launched yourself onto his back, he said nothing and carried you back down to the others, grin unmoving.

He was allowed to be mean to you, but no one else.

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I.N

Jeongin wasn’t blind to how hard things had been for you. Between the hate online, your hiatus, getting swarmed at the airport, it wasn’t easy. It was why when he found out they had a concert on your birthday, he was determined to make it as special as possible.

“Happy Birthday Noona!” Jeongin burst into your room with a party popper, confetti bursting everywhere.

“Well that’s one way to wake me up.” You yawned. “Thank you Innie.”

“You need to get up, we made you breakfast.”

You hesitated for a second. “You all made it?”

Jeongin slumped. “We tried but Minho kicked us out the kitchen.”

You laughed as that sounded about right. “Ok Innie, let’s go.”

Jeongin had done everything right so far, he got you up for breakfast, ordered your favourite food for lunch and was being a complete pain in the ass to the others so much so that Minho threatened to spoil your birthday surprise if he didn’t chill out. This threat prompted a wrestling match in the boys dressing room as they were getting ready to go on stage that ended with Minho pinned down which left him no choice but to sink his teeth into Jeongin’s forearm.

“Yah, what is going on? I can hear you down the hall.” You pushed in through the door, you had your own dressing room technically but often chose to get your makeup done with the others, using yours only to get dressed in.

“Nothing.” Chan stated, fixing the others with a glare.

You narrowed your eyes but said nothing, completely forgetting about the incident as you fell into prep mode for the upcoming concert.

The concert had gone well, everyone had performed perfectly and you were so proud of the boys. You always were but being able to do what you loved with them especially on your birthday made it even more special.

“We actually have one more thing to do before we leave you tonight.” Chan started.

You looked at the others in confusion, wondering if you’d missed a schedule change.

“Someone very special here has a birthday!”

You groaned and covered your face with your hands, already feeling the heat creep up the back of your neck in embarrassment. You hadn’t expected them to pull this with you tonight. You uncovered your eyes to Changbin pulling over a stool for you to sit on which you indulged him in, you objected when Hyunjin whipped a party hat out from nowhere and wrestled it onto your head.

He pulled the string so it snapped against your chin.

You dug your elbow into his side.

He yelped and moved away.

Minho and Jisung had disappeared in the chaos and your embarrassment to reappear on stage holding a cake with lit candles.

“Happy birthday to youuuu.” Felix started, giddy with the excitement of surprising you but also at the fact that you were so embarrassed by the attention on stage.

You sat staring at them in shock as they got the whole stadium involved, you didn’t need to look at the screens to know that your face was molten red. You were never going to be able to move past this.

“Make a wish!!!” Jeongin cheers as you blew out the candles.

“What did you wish for?” Seungmin questioned.

“You can’t ask her that!” Jeongin snapped.

“Ok, ok.” Chan steps forward, wanting to prevent another possible biting incident from happening. “We actually have one more surprise for you, this was all Innie’s idea so you can thank him for this.”

You weren’t sure what to expect when they directed your attention to the screens, especially not with Jeongin’s face popped up in a recording.

“Hi Noona.” He waved. “I know that things haven’t been the easiest lately so I wanted to do something that shows you how much we appreciate you. So I’m going to start this off, I’ve always appreciated how patient you are with me. It didn’t matter how much you had to help me with dancing when I was younger or when I need help from you now, you’re always so kind to me and you never get mad so thank you” He moved to turn the camera off.

“Oh and happy birthday!”

*Camera cuts to Seungmin*

“So what would you like to say for Noona’s birthday?” Jeongin asked from behind the camera.

“Congratulations on getting old?”

“Hyung do it properly.” Jeonging whined.

Seungmin sighed. “Fine.” He cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable but also trying to his best. “You always look out for everyone, I know that we don’t need to worry about stuff as much because you always make sure that everything’s ok for us. We’re really lucky to have you.” He paused and looked over the camera. “Was that ok?”

“Perfect.” Jeongin grinned.

*Camera cuts to Felix*

*Camera cuts to Han*

“One of my favourite things about you is I know I can come to you with any kind of problem and you’ll listen, or if I’m having a bad day I can come find you and you’ll just let me hang out with you until I feel better. It’s really nice knowing I can come to you with anything no matter what. I’m really thankful I have you in my life, Y/N.”

“I think one of my favourite things about you is how sure you are of yourself, I always think about when we first met you when Channie Hyung told us that you were joining the group too and we didn’t know what to think of you. You were so confident about yourself and I remember thinking how much I wanted to be like that. I think you inspire all of us to be ourselves.”

*Camera cuts to Hyunjin*

Hyunjin spun in the chair, clearly thinking carefully about what he wanted to say. “You’re so kind to us and you always look after us but it’s more than that. I was so young when I met you, we all were. I think we forget that you and Channie hyung were just kids too and then suddenly you had the seven of us to look after. You stepped into that role so easily and never even questioned it. I’ll never stop being grateful for how much you love us and take care of us.”

*Camera cuts to Changbin*

“Ah where do I start? I have a lot of favourite things about you Noona. How much you love what you do, we can be in the recording studio recording lines and you’re sat in the corner of the room dancing. How fiercely you want to protect us from everything, you take on so much that we don’t even know about most of the time. How you get into arguments with the company when you don’t agree with what they want us to do. There’s too many things to choose from, I appreciate everything about you.”

*Camera cuts to Minho*

“Please Hyung, just something. It’s not for me, it’s for her.” Jeongin pleaded.

Minho rolled his eyes. “I’ve never had to correct you about Soonie, Doongie and Dori.”

Jeongin groaned.

Minho glared over the camera. “Get out.”

“What?”

“You want me to do this properly? I can’t do it with you staring at me.”

The scramble of the chair in the background and the door closing echoed on the camera as Jeongin made his exit.

Minho sighed. “This feels ridiculous.”

He looked at the camera. “Sorry.”

His fingers drummed on the table as he thought about what to say, he deliberately avoided eye contact with the camera.

“I remember being happy when I met you. I’d never met someone who was so obsessed with dance and I remember thinking that I could learn so much from you. I don’t think I realised how much you cared until we debuted. You didn’t cry when I was first eliminated, you just held me and told me that it wasn’t my fault and you knew I would do great things.” He hesitated. “You cried when we debuted, when it was announced I remember you crying and holding onto me, you couldn’t speak. You’d never cried on camera before, that was the first time you’d ever cried in front of us and it really shocked me.”

He cleared his throat. “You’ve always believed so much in me that I’ve never questioned if I can do something or not, because if I have someone like you cheering me on and believing that I can do it then I have no reason to doubt myself.”

“Hyung that was beautiful.” Jeongin’s voice carried through the door.

“Yah, you little-“

*Camera cut to Chan”

Chan fiddled with his earring. “I was supposed to do this earlier on but I got called into a meeting so I sneaked off to do this while you taught the others.” He laughed. “I’ve been distracting you all day with recording your lyrics so Innie could get this done, you’re going to kill me when you find out I made you re-record them for no reason.”

He took a deep breath. “I’m going to be honest, I’m not sure what I would do without you Y/N. Sometimes I think about everything that’s happened and I think what would I have done if I didn’t have you here to help me and I’m not sure I could’ve done it. I think you underestimate how much I rely on you sometimes, even when you can’t help me, you’re still there. You’ve been my best friend since we were teenagers, you’ve been a constant support in my life and the boys. I’ve watched you work yourself to the bone taking care of everyone, taking on problems so I don’t need to deal with them, and still managing to do your job on top of it all. I don’t know how you do it.”

He took a moment to rub his face, obviously emotional at admitting these things. “I’m so grateful that I met you all those years ago and that you decided you wanted to take on seven kids and an exhausted dad for the rest of your life, and I say the rest of your life because there is absolutely no way you can live your life without any of us now. We’re never letting you go.”

*The camera cuts to show different moments of you with the boys in recording sessions, dance practices, at home in the dorms. All moments they’ve recorded and given to staff to put in this.*

The video ends and you sit there stunned into silence. You can feel tears escaping your eyes and falling down your cheeks, they land in your lap leaving marks on your jeans. You can’t get any words out, the sheer amount of love that you feel for the boys overwhelms you. To know that this is what they think of you, this is what they love about you is the best gift they could’ve ever given you.

“Oh no, we’ve made her cry. She’s going to kill us.” You can hear Chan say to the crowd, but you don’t acknowledge that. Normally you would raise hell about crying in front of everyone but you can’t bring yourself to.

Your eyes find Jeongin. “You did all of that?”

He shuffled nervously. “I just wanted you to have a good birthday Noona.”

“This has been the best birthday.”

You try and stand up but almost fall over in the process, your hands find the closest person which happens to be Minho and pull him into a tight hug. It’s so tight that both of you can barely breathe but you don’t care. His arms are locked around your waist, head ducked into your neck and you can feel it. He’s started crying too but won’t show his face, he doesn’t cry in public either, you both actively avoid it.

You keep one arm tightly over his shoulders, your hand resting on the back of his head holding him there and reach out to the others. Felix joins you first, also crying. More arms cage around you until Chan joins at last. His arms circle round a few of the members, you make eye contact over Minho’s shoulder. He’s teary eyed but holding it together better than you are. He’s smiling wide, his attention solely focused on you, nothing could pull his eyes off you right now.

“Thank you.”

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Hi! What are headcannons for izuku and wife reader in bed?

Oooo more headcanons for anon, comin' right up~ 18+ only, babes-- SFW here if you fancy!

A/N: Y'all are sending me the most darling asks! Due to board meetings and theatre prep I'm still working through this week's requests, on top of some long-awaited fics I can't wait to share... but I have a three day weekend ahead of me! thank you so much for all the inspo! keep em coming if there's something special you'd like to see~

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Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Fem!reader

SPICY MARRIED HEADCANONS!

Your Izuku is a fairly traditional man who's set on claiming you as a life partner first before getting fully intimate with you. The very night you proposed to one another ((#whenaskingfeelsright)) tested that restraint out of pure excitement for the future with you. His chest could have burst-- but also settled with such deep love, he's truly never slept better.

His mind might have rushed a million miles an hour with plans of your life together at the tip of his tongue, but the amorous dial was tuned down only by his lightning-sure concern for the concussion you were nursing that night... You wanted more from him, through lingering hands trying to draw him close and coax him into the bath with you...

"I don' think that's smart right now, love," Izuku purred down to you over the edge of the bathtub he drew for you, "want it as I might. I think we need to keep you nice and relaxed and calm while you recover for a bit. Is that ok?" "I am calm," you mumbled against his neck, laying a little kiss there. "I am relaxed. N'so are you. Yer so r'laxing." "M'sorry, baby, but I have to take care of you. All of you- including this big brain of yours," Izuku kissed it for good measure. "But believe me.. I want nothing more than for my beautiful wife-to-be to feel better enough to show her how much I wanna love on her..."

And love on you he can. Well.

It's not that you haven't tested the waters together. The day your makeouts turned heated -when you'd started grinding atop his thigh in a shallow attempt to get off, he'd been so flustered. It's clear from that early interaction; Izuku hadn't had a wealth of experience till you dated.

But once he realized he could bring these sounds out of you, make you melt into him, by his hand alone...

"Like... J-just touching you? That- this feels good? Yeah.. y-yeah, I can do that.. Tell me what feels good, love. Tell me just like this, m'listening.."

VERY vocal- very, very vocal. Not necessarily in volume, but in range. Izuku's voice flips at every little sensation, often. Every little graze of his cock will have him squirming in his seat. You can barely brush a hand or blow a quick rush of air along his tummy, and he will shudder involuntarily. He'd be so flighty and hyper aware of it at first-- at least until you assure him you're addicted to the sounds he makes, and that you love knowing how real those sounds are, hearing him moan with his whole chest- all for you.

Wanted low to no lights on at first... then you tried setting some mood with some smokey blue or purple ambient light, letting it bathe you both in just a bit of hue. Turns out, Izuku loved the change instead of cowering for the lightswitch: not simply for how ethereal it made you look, but how his insecurities just melted away in the light. Turns out, he was pinpointing every single one of his scars with cruel precision; and that's not how you view him at all. You helped him see light was nothing to fear-- he just needed the right filter of your love to let him see himself better.

And when you finally were gifted that private night all to yourselves after your getaway drive from the excitable venue space

-when you were settling onto your knees on the wedding suite's bed with exploring hands and barely any clothes

-when you asked Izuku ever so gently if he wanted to go to sleep or go to bed, he learned just how much he'd been missing out on:

You mean he can run his hands all the way up and down your bare back? He can scoop you up into his arms and just play with your tits? He can kiss every inch of you with nothing in the way-- and you LET him? He only ever wanted this with you, and has his dream fulfilled.

Loves anything praise. Whispering into his ear, raking through his hair with loving hands, pulling when you want him to look at you. He'll praise you endlessly too, especially when he's particularly lovesick for you.

"you're so warm... I've never felt this warm in my life. Oh God, mmmmmng, ugh y're just perfect, mmmmmng baby, b-babybslowdownicantbreathe NNNNG!!"

Izuku is gone over you. Slotting himself against you and shoving himself into the heat of you is a homecoming for him. He'll push and thrust with every breath he can manage, lost in every sensation while begging for more, begging for praise, begging for your touch like it's life-giving. Missionary is his die-hard favorite, but Lotus a very close second- for the views alone.

Morning sex? Izuku is down. Post-brunch playtime? Izuku is already having his 'second breakfast'. Naptime cuddles turn a bit more on the frisky side? Guess who's fault that is. Jumping to dessert before dinner? Guess who again. Izuku Midoriya holds no set 'spicy hours'; whatever his wife wants, his wife gets.

(personal take) but I'd think with how hard that man works, how much thought he puts into everything he does, how he ties such a great deal of his personal commitment and worth into his pursuits... it would be extremely hard to get Izuku out of 'work mode' and into a spicy headspace very easily.

He can't get turned on with just a single look at you. You're a sight for sore eyes at the end of the day- no doubt in mind about that! But he's gonna take some TLC before he's ready to jump into bed.

But give him a backrub, a hand massage, or the space to vent out all his leftover feelings and frustrations. Izuku will feel free, once it's all off his chest... then he'll look to you expectantly, ready and waiting for some beloved cockwarming. His chin will lift, some bidden tears may form at his lash line, and he'll look to you to relieve the rest.

"M'head's too full, honey. C'you make it stop? Please..?" "I just want you. Just want you." "Don' wanna talk about it anymore. Day's done. But this-- this, I want. This, I can do. I-I can be... I can be 'me' here.. right? You still love me like this?" "No one can settle me like you, sweet girl. Nothing comes close, feeling like this. Oh baby, please-- please can I have you? I'll be so gentle, I promise, please?"

When you're away for work (after your intimate life has been established), he truly thinks he's sore outta luck whenever he can't be with you in person... but you have other ideas to the first time you call him after the first four-day stretch of radio silence due to top-secret meetings... when he stretches while getting up from his seat and moans over the phone by accident...

"Careful how much noise you're making, sweetie," you have to tease him- just a little, "that does things to a girl."

"W-what?!"

"You heard me."

He's buffering. Chucking low, which only makes it worse.

"I do miss you," he offers shyly.

"I miss you too," you answer wistfully. "So much, my love."

"What have you got left? Two weeks?"

"Three, hun."

He hums a little agitated again, and you re-settle in your seat,

"'Zuku, what'd I just say?"

He's laughing incredulously now.

"Aw c'mon, you're turned on just hearing me stretch? I can't even complain how much I miss you?!"

"Nope. Not allowed.. unless you're trying to start somethin'~ "

He's quiet for a beat- off his guard. Izuku is scared to say something else, bc the soft noise in his throat is beating at him to come out. Had you been in front of him, you might have been able to see that shift.

"Cat got your tongue?"

"Goodness, you're trouble..."

"You miss having trouble around~"

This makes him sigh, knowing all to well. "You know I do..."

"How much, teach?"

The formal petname both alarms and pleases him, you're sure about that. It's the first affectionate nickname you'd called him... but knowing he'd have to face his class of twenty with a straight face, the fact that you're sighing that title now gives him thoughts. Dirty thoughts.

"Don't call me that..."

"Awww why not?"

"Because my students call me that! And I have to be there in an hour and run them through evac drills today, and they're gonna be callin' after me, nonstop.."

"mmm so you're busy?"

...it's a trap... But Izuku falls straight into it.

You see it now, 13 hours away: Izuku, testing the accuracy of the clock on the wall with the one on his watch. Izuku ,sliding his morning coffee back onto the counter. Izuku, with the glow of morning sun still climbing through your windows in the front room, walking to make himself comfortable, calculating the riskiest wager and clearing his voice from away from the speakerphone.

You're rewarded for your soft voice that drips with desire; he's sat in his oversized papasan chair you two normally double up in for a nap- you can hear the creaks from the receiver, where he takes a knee before turning into it, already sinking his hand onto his partially unzipped fly.

He'll talk about anything and everything relating to you in order to make these next three weeks fly by faster. Anything to get you on a plane back home. Anything to get you back in bed.

"Not too busy for my pretty girl."

[lukolathoughts]

Dearest Gentle readers,

I have been a member of Tumblr for a while without posting a blog entry. I suppose I have been getting the lay of the land and trying to formulate my thoughts. As most of you know, I am a tarot reader on YouTube and I also share my thoughts on X. I am a Lukola through and through and no amount of bullying, intimidation, nasty comments etc. will deter me from my mission. The last few weeks my trolling comments have increased exponentially from what I can only assume are desperate Jakehole's, (apparently I am credited for making the term 'Jakehole' up, I actually have no idea if it was me or not, but I like it) trying to convince me that Nicola is with Jake and Luke is with Antonia. I will come to my thoughts on this in a moment.

I do realise that a public tarot reader, I put myself at risk to exposure and criticism from these types of people. I am fully aware of that. What I underestimate sometimes is the sheer vitriol they come with. I am an empath also and I absorb a lot of a energy, not just from the fandom, Luke and Nic and adjacents, but from my own life as well. I am a teacher and I am surrounded by a lot of people daily. I have always used my television shows as a coping mechanism to detach from reality and 'switch off'. I never thought this time last year I'd be sharing tarot readings on YouTube about a real life celebrity couple that I was barely aware of in January 2024. But here we are. Bridgerton season 3 took hold of my brain and injected some sort of magic crack into it and I haven't been the same since. Don't get me started on the press tour. I've never seen anything like it and it was honestly like a spiritual awakening.

But I digress, I have been reading for a few years and learning the tarot cards and their meanings. I have watched countless YT videos by other readers and I came into this fandom watching the OG tarot readers of the fandom. I do not see myself as any different or special, I just read the cards as they come out. I also repeatedly say 'this is for fun and entertainment purposes only, I do not personally know Luke and Nicola'. And the fact of the matter is I don't know them, none of us do. I do not follow them around all day like some weird little psychic Martha from Baby Reindeer. I merely read the energy of the cards and I observe.

Why I love teaching English so much for me, is there is never a right or wrong answer in English Literature. It is up to your interpretation and all about reading the subtext of what is really going on. Now you might call me delusional, but I have always had an uncanny knack for predicting who the murderer in a story is before the end of a novel. It's called critical thinking. This drives my husband mad because he is very black and white and for him 2+2 = 4. Simple as. For me, I'm like wait a minute, what if... My brain is like a whimsical, magical unicorn sometimes, but I always go with my gut and my intuition. I will NOT waver on my intuition because I believe it is stronger than my rational mind.

Ok, so here we go. In my opinion haters!! Nicola is not now or ever has been with Jake Dunn romantically. My readings tell me he sees her as mother figure and mentor. Jake is clearly gay and most likely in some sort of relationship with Dylan. I think the Jakehole ship is a dead, rotting corpse. Nicola and Jake have reached the end of their agreement where she provides him with networking opportunities in exchange for some possible PR diversion to take the heat off Nicola's real relationship. William Tell is out. Luke is home from Rome, there is no need for Jake anymore. I also get the feeling from my readings that Jake is tired. Nicola is tired and Dylan is doing his best to set the narrative straight. I do not need tarot cards for this, it's blindingly obvious. As far as I know, Jake has no straight male friends. It is extremely rare in UK culture for straight men to hang out with all gay men and feel secure about that. It's just the way things are. I am not saying Jake and Nic are not friends, of course they are and I won't begrudge them that. I think he has a lot of genuine affection for her, but he also sees her as someone who can get him places and opportunities which we have seen time and time again.

And now we come to Antonia. I know she is only 23/4 and young and whatever. I have taught students older than her. But I will be truthful and say I don't like her energy. I don't like reading on her. I don't trust her little dancing self. I did have some sympathy for her in October as I had big crushes on boys when I was young, I get it. Luke is hot. But that pasta video she shared in Rome (a video she could have got from anywhere and shared an hour after she had seen Luke had been there) by her was mean, malicious and intentional to hurt the fandom. Her flouncing around with a shitty red bag always implying she's in Luke's vicinity is also callous and calculating and she's shared so much pasta stories now, it almost puts me off eating it. Almost, I love pasta. The biggest takeaway for me is she was not with Luke this Christmas and NYE. It is well documented where she was. We do not not know where Luke was, but we do know Nic was spotted with a lovely tan at the WT premiere. Could Antonia be PR? I sigh, because I think it's more complicated than that. In my readings, I do pick up a delusional obsession from her in regards to Luke. But she is convenient to bring up when they need her. I know the haters will call me delusional for thinking this and as my husband would say if 2 + 2 = 4 then it's 4.

But is it 4? Is it so straightforward as that? My intuition is telling me no, it's not. We have had no sign of Luke being anywhere near Antonia since July in Sorrento when he jumped on a plane and left two days early alone. All Antonia has are literally pasta videos and photos, that I am convinced, enraged Luke. She is giving me serious Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction vibes.

Let's address the elephant in the room. The comment by 'Luke's mum' on her private FB account to a relative. I think it's bullshit. I have three boys and I'm telling you now I would walk through fire if anyone touched a hair on their heads. I will go to prison for my kids. If I was Luke's mum and some 23 year old dancer had systematically tried to ruin my son's career, and she did folks, I would not be writing on a public page outing her as my son's girlfriend. It is all too suspicious and convenient. I could speculate for hours on what has happened, but you guys have group chats and your own brains for that. As one ship falls, another one rises in an unexplained manner.

In conclusion, yes I do believe Nic and Luke are together and this is a very important time for them right now. The silence is LOUD for me. I keep getting the four of swords for Nic. She is resting and taking care of herself in the way that she should. Luke is in a besotted Emperor mode. All is good. Until Nic and Luke specify otherwise, that is what I am sticking with.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hi, it's me again! Could I request Jason Todd who has a moment of body dysmorphia while really spiraling inwardly mentally with him being so big, so changed after the Lazarus pit, having all these scars and the autopsy scar. His female girlfriend comes to help him and grounds him, reassures him. He's perfect the way he is and really lovable!

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“Jason! Can you hurry up? I’d like to get in there before we go to bed.”

“Yeah. I’m working on it.” Jason called back to his girlfriend as he finished up his routine for the night.

Patrol had been light. So no need for first aid or stitches this time. Like he needed another scar. Sometimes when Jason looked into the mirror like now, he barely recognized the man looking back at him. Time was not always kind to mortal men who pretended to be superheroes. The physical strain. The bruising. The marks. He glanced over his body in the mirror. Old scars mixed with new. Some that were faded that he couldn’t remember how he got. Simply too old or memories that were lost to him in the Pit.

Jason flinched and clutched his head when he tried to think about the Pit. Visions of knives cutting into his flesh and stitching him back up. The scar down his front from chest to naval oozing with black putrid goo. Banging on his coffin liked the pounding in his head. Flashes of skin sluffed off a bleached white skeleton staring back in the mirror.

'Dead man walking. Dead man walking. Dead man walking!'

His hands lance out for the mirror before he could stop them. Ripping it off the wall with his bare hands before throwing it into the tub with a shatter.

“That’s ok. I didn’t need to shower anyway….”

Jason looked up, panting in his panic & rage, to find [Y/N] standing in the door. Her expression even but clearly freaked out about what he had done. The uncertainty of what he was going to do next. “Sorry.”

“It’s ok.” Jason hissed through his teeth. No, it wasn’t ok. Why did people say that when things weren’t ok. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” He said as he rubbed his face with his hand. How could he explain what was going on? “I just get these flashes sometimes. Headaches. Probably something to do with the Pit.”

“Well, coming back from the dead can probably be very traumatic for the brain.” She agreed. “Not to mention all the other trauma.” [Y/N] aware of his past, before & after coming back from the dead. She knew of his superhero exploits, and even his new role as a vigilante. “Why don’t you take a break for a while? Get your head straight?” She suggested. Carefully coming into the bathroom to avoid any glass or startling him as she came in to place her hand on his shoulder. “It might do you good.”

“I can’t.” He told her. “If I do then what was all this for.” Jason gestured to himself. All the pain. All these scars. His body mangled and twisted, along with his mind. What was the point of it if he couldn’t do some good, in his own way, with it.

“Maybe it’s just about you being here, and not some bigger picture Jason.”

[Y/N] wrapped her arms around him and rested her head against his shoulder, giving him a light squeeze. “I know saving the world is important to you, but it’s not the only thing in the world. You need to focus on yourself sometimes. Talk to me. Or talk to someone. I think it would do you good.”

Jason listened to what his girlfriend was saying, then lifted his hand to grip her arm around his waist. “So, you don’t think I look gross?”

“What? Of course not! Is that what this is about?”

Jason shrugged. It was what had started all this but now it felt like it had spiraled into something more serious than he intended.

[Y/N] just rolled his eyes and let him go. “I’m not going to just stroke your vanity, Jason. You already know how hot I think you are.” She kissed his shoulder and gave him a withering look in the direction the mirror should be. “Come to bed you idiot. I’ll show you just how ‘not gross’ you are. You’re gonna be real disappointed in a minute though that you didn’t let me shower first before you blew up the tub. You’re cleaning that up tomorrow by the way.”

Jason chuckled. The shift from caring concern to just plain annoyed at how ridiculous he was being somehow grounding to him. “Yes ma’am.” He simply replied as he followed her into their bedroom to make good on her promise.

[moominsuki]

✎ᝰ NAGUMO YOICHI ; — 18:04. heartbreaks are best served raw. cold. wet.

࿄ ! warnings - bruh none except juicy angst. exes to ?friends /. note i have been having nagumo brain rot and it’s taking over my life. pls help. pls enjoy. ofc there will be more. no proofreads ok byeee

“you still owe me, by the way.”

sighing, you throw your keys into the straw woven coaster on top of your shoe rack. of course he was strewn all over your couch, bare feet on your cushions, head resting on the arm rest, tv flashing in jest.

you roll your eyes. “sometimes, i have half a mind to tell my elderly neighbour that no, they’re not just seeing things when they keep telling me a big, lanky idiot keeps breaking into my home after i leave.”

nagumo gasps, hand grasping his chest through his loose shirt. “idiot? words hurt, y’know.”

you kick off your shoes, jacket and blazer - in that exact order - before wandering off into the kitchen, ignoring the dramatic cries emanating from your living room.

it’s not uncommon for nagumo to just show up in your house, uninvited, eating all your food and making a mess of all your things. you remember the first time it happened, almost a year ago. he had stumbled into your bedroom window, all bloodied and bruised and your reaction time was terrible to say the least, because while you were mindlessly scrolling through your phone, his figure stepped into your peripheral and you threw the phone square at his already bruised jaw.

in apology, you had tidied him up and made him dinner… though now you wish you hadn’t shown him mercy back then, because he just kept. showing. up. you suppose he’s not just to blame. you’re ignoring the fact that you both hadn’t seen each other in over 7 years (after your messy exit of the JAA and an even more messy breakup) and now that he’s back in your life (back used in negative fashion) you just can’t seem to get rid of the him.

nor do you have the heart to tell him to get lost.

nagumo ceases his whining, yelling after you. “by the way, what’s for dinner? i saw some chicken in your fridge so…”

your eye twitches. “…so what?”

“so…i was thinking you might want to use that… to make dinner.”

you make a loud noise in disbelief, practically throwing the fridge door off of its hinges, “i’m not making you dinner?! gramps next door said he saw you come in 4 hours ago! and you didn’t think to come in and make dinner?!”

it’s quiet for a moment, but you hear the rustling of clothes and the movement of feet, so you turn to lean against the kitchen counter expectantly. the dark haired man peers his head round the corner, sheepish.

“y/n? are you mad at me?”

“no. i just think you’re stupid. oh, and i pretty sure you live to bother me.”

dark puppy eyes bore into yours as he steps into the vicinity. “the first part’s not true in the slightest but the second is pretty much on the nose. though, i’m not bothering you. you like that i’m here.”

“what’s this now?”

nagumo steps closer into your personal space, tattooed arms on either side of you as you look up and away from him.

“47 times. that’s how many times i’ve shown up here. in typical y/n fashion, you’ll complain and act like you’re annoyed, but i don’t think you’ve ever told me to go away.” nagumo ponders for a moment, finger on his chin. “now that i think about it, you haven’t. not once.”

you’re speechless. you’re not sure what to say and when you open your mouth, nothing wants to come out. truthfully, the man has read you like an open book, flicking through the pages languidly, hands bruising the spine. he’s smiling like it’s the truest thing he’s ever said - the only thing he’s been right about when it comes to how you feel.

pride is a very funny thing. if things were different, you’d grab his face and kiss him till he would shut up - well, that’s what you used to do… before, you know… you know. but this is humiliating, at least to you. even after all this time… you’ve let it get too far.

you huff, pushing his arm from beside you and you stand by a miscellaneous cupboard, turned away from nagumo, arms wrapped around yourself. “well, for starters, you’re wrong. forgive me for trying to be a good friend and helping someone out.”

“someone? that’s a little harsh, isn’t it?” the playful lilt stays lingering in his tone and it makes your heart simmer.

“… i think you should go, nagumo.”

silence sits between the two of you. nagumo looks at the back of your head. he sighs.

“if that’s what you want. see you around, y/n.”

he exits, quiet as never. he’s never quiet or silent when he lumbers around your home, sweeping and lingering. he’s probably already left your home in similar fashion. the fact makes you grab your own face and groan.

you don’t think you can be normal about him. maybe it’s for the best.

࿄ ! — all rights reserved © MOOMINSUKI 2024. please do not copy, translate, repost nor recommend my work outside of tumblr. this is strictly prohibited.

[pukefactory]

Ok screw it i saw a thingy and might as well talk to someone about it I saw a love and deep space thingy about "The darker side of dating {Blank Character here} and that got me thinking "Wth would be the darker sides/down sides to dating BBQ Ena? - 💖🍫🦯

[I'm trying to get outta my comfort zone cuz I always worrying I'm bugging the people I ask stuff too lol cuz Overthinking and Void ik has been asking you stuff so it has made me kinda try to coke out of my own shell and do so. (they are a friend of mine that have asked you stuff in the past and in their own words "Honestly do it! I get scared talking to big bloggers too, but remember they're just people like us behind the screens :3 I'm sure they like getting interactions and asks" so might ask well to push myself a bit)]

Loving Dream BBQ ENA is a surreal commitment—part passion, part puzzle, and part performance art you never rehearsed for. She is not like anyone else; she is a girl stitched together with color blocks, emotional extremes, poetic contradictions, and unspoken griefs. To date her is to date the sky mid-weather-change—blissfully blue, then storming with no warning. One day, she’ll look at you like you’re her entire world, wax poetic about the shape of your eyelashes, kiss your forehead and call you her “quiet little earthquake.” The next, she’s dissociating in your arms, mumbling about paper boats and burnt calendars, unsure where she is or who she’s supposed to be.

She forgets things—not because she doesn’t care, but because her brain runs on a different kind of clock, one that ticks in skips and distortions. Sometimes she forgets dates, sometimes she forgets why she’s upset. Sometimes, she forgets how long you’ve been holding her hand. It hurts, not because she loves you any less, but because loving her means accepting that you will always be part of a dreamscape she’s half-drifting through. You are her anchor, her constant, and yet you will never fully exist in the same emotional plane she’s spiraling in. She needs you to remind her that she’s real.

There is also danger in her. Not malice, but entropy. She talks in riddles, shifts in mood like blinking lights, and sometimes you wonder if she’s unraveling faster than you can gather her threads. Her joy is chaotic and loud, all-consuming. Her sadness is an echo that swallows entire days. And when she’s overwhelmed—when the world presses too hard—she might lash out with words that feel more like sharp polygons than syllables. And then apologize with trembling sincerity and a handmade gift that makes no logical sense but still makes your heart ache.

Dating ENA means laughter so intense it gives you headaches, emotions so raw they strip you bare, and conversations that border on existential riddles. It means grounding her when she forgets where she ends and the world begins. It means offering your patience again and again, even when she spirals. It means living in technicolor chaos. It means watching someone try to be human even when every part of her code says not to be.

It means loving someone who is, at her core, a glitching miracle. And choosing to stay anyway.

(Don’t worry about interacting with me! I’m just an autistic woman who enjoys writing, much like many others—there’s nothing particularly intimidating about me, haha. I’m not a popular blogger, or at least I don’t think I am? Maybe I am, but I genuinely don’t pay attention to that, and neither should you! If you have a question, feel free to ask :3)

[weirdogirl888]

temptations part two!

part one here

a/n: so tumblr hates me and decided to remove all my italics but i’m to lazy to add them back in so uhm..cope. also I KNOW the photo above isn’t jake but erm whatver 🙄🙄

requests are always open 👻

wc: 1.4k

warnings: smut (duh), smoking, oral (m receiving, reader is a light weight, creampie, praise uhmmm donnie is a perv lol

smut under the cut 💋

the walk to donnie’s house was quiet. you both walked with nerves looming over your heads, but for diffrent reasons.

donnie couldn’t believe that the first girl to come to his house, his room was no other than the cutest girl in school, and was in awe at how lucky he was.

you on the other hand fretted about how you’d pay him. you blew all your allowance on the mall last week with your friends and was worried the plan you had in your brain might not work. you didn’t even know if donnie was into a girl like you.

“so have you ever smoked before?” donnie asked pulling you out of your thoughts. you two neared his front porch

you paused, causing him to turn and face you with a curious look on your face.

“n-no, i haven’t, can you teach me?” you looked up with pleading eyes which made a pit form in the back of his throat and a warm feeling at the bottom of his stomach which he recognized all to well.

“woah really? that’s so cute. sure i can, you can count on me.” his corny attitude made you giggle

you two raced up to his room and plopped your stuff on the foot of his bed, you walked around and admired his weird drawings and cool posters.

“your drawings are strange, i like them” you complimented.

“thanks” he muttered, he took this time to rifle through his drawers to find his stash. as well as a way to hide his beat red face. no one ever has complimented his drawings before. his therapist called them worrisome and his mom wouldn’t say anything about them. but the sad glint in her eye told him all he needed to know.

“because this is your first time, i’ll give you an eighth on the house. this is the good stuff from my personal stash which i don’t really sell, it’s just for me. but, since your new and all i thought i’d give you the best of the best. since it’s your first time and all.” he said rambling as he began to roll up the substance, his skilled fingers working nimbly to pack and twist the joint.

when he licked at the rolled paper you almost passed out. he’s so hot you thought squeezing your thighs together.

“i’m a little scared donnie..” you muttered, shyness overcoming you.

“don’t be y/n, here- all you have to do is just breath in through your mouth when i blow the smoke at you. i’ll go first ok?” he lit the joint and brought it up to his lips, taking a deep inhale and then inhaling when it left his plump lips.

you looked at him ready. he turned to you and just as you opened your mouth and started to inhale he blew the smoke right into your mouth. the weed hit you and you immediately started coughing.

your face blushed from the proximity and intimacy of it all, as well as embarrassment. “i totally coughed up a lung.”

“it’s okay” he said laughing “everyone coughs their first time….want another hit?”

and that’s how the next twenty minutes was spent. him exhaling smoke into your lungs and getting closer and closer every time to where your noses were barely brushing. it was safe to say you were pretty stoned. the weed hitting you making your eyes go low and you felt all giggly.

“wow donnie. this, this stuff is pretty great ya know ha.” you said staring at him through half closed lids.

“isn’t it?” he said smiling lazily, eyes boring into yours.

“you’re sooo kind for giving me this on the house. ya sure there’s not any way i could pay you?”

“welll i can think of one idea i might have.” he said with a smirk on his face.

“oh? what’s that?” the weed and the warmth from between your legs made you bold, but donnie was one step ahead of you.

“how about i make you more comfortable?” in an instant he pulled your body so you were flush with his lap, your sweet body wash making him dizzy. he was so warm, and so handsome under you.

“think i deserve a kiss for giving you this great weed. don’t ya think?” he said tapping his lips.

you wasted no time connecting yours to his. you knew no girls really talked to him, and he hardly went on any dates. but his mouth was a fucking pro. he kissed you like his life depended on it. his lips felt so good neither of you wanted to stop. you parted for air which made him immediately attach his hot mouth to your neck. littering it in sloppy wet kisses.

“been waiting for this so long donnie” you whined.

he pulled back in surprise “really?”

“yeah, had a crush on you for so long.” you kissed him again, this time more heated then the last. his hands rested on your waist drew circles into your warm skin with his thumbs.

you pulled back and started unbuttoning your shirt. donnie couldn’t believe his eyes. “shit y/n. you dont- you dont need to do that.”

“but i want you to feel me.” you pouted. discarded shirt left on the ground aswell as your bra. donnie’s eyes bulged at the sight of your breasts. you dragged his frozen hands over you and made him grope them. then bent down to kiss him some more.

donnie picked you up and walked you to the bed and roughly threw you down, causing you to squeal in surprise from his amount of strength.

he tore his shirt off and started attacking your breasts. he kneaded and pinched one whilst sucking violently on the other. then switching to the other one and then groping them with both hands whilst kissing your neck.

“fuck donnie your mouth feels so good.” you moaned as your eyes rolled to the back of your head in utter bliss.

donnie’s clothed crotch grinded on you which you met with equal desperation.

“i wanna feel you so bad.” he whined between kisses “please can i fuck you y/n? please? i’ll make you feel so good baby ahh-!”

your palming of his rock hard cock had caught him off guard. you wasted no time slipping off the bed and sat on your knees, staring up at him with wide hungry eyes. he turned to sit on the bed, figuring out what you were about to do. and waisted to time ripping off his belt and pulling broth his slacks and his boxers.

your mouth watered when his girthy dick sprang free, hard as a brick. you had no anticipation that he was gonna be this big. but you weren’t complaining

so it really is always the quiet ones.

you slowly licked up his shaft before sucking on his tip and swiping your tongue around it. having him let out a pathetic moan.

you then began to bob your head up and down until tears started forming in your eyes. you pulled off with a loud pop and started breathing for air, your eyes never leaving his.

you pulled off your painties and your skirt and got up to sit on his lap. kissing him hard, which was mostly just tongue . you both pulled back for air and rested your heads on each others foreheads

“i wanna feel you so bad baby.” donnie said squeezing your hips.

you lifted up and used your hand to grab his dick and line it up with your entrance. slowing sinking down into it. donnie’s eyes blew wide as you let out a huge moan. you paused for you to get used to the shear length of him stretching you out and wrapped your army’s around donnie’s neck for support before you started bouncing up and down.

donnie sat there in awe and stillness as you got yourself off on his dick. he never really thought he’d be that big. but you getting more and more pleasure with every thrust had him turning into a wild animal.

“you cock feels so good donnie.” you say whining as it nudged the right spot over and over again. you were in heaven.

“fuck yeah baby, your pussy is so tight for me. and just for me right? you’re mine now, got that?” he said possessively. he was seeing you in a new light now that his dick was the one making your face twist into a twisted fucked out mess.

you moaned in response, barely comprehending anything your dealer had said. which made donnie annoyed. he pushed half of himself off the bed keeping you on top of him and started mercilessly fucking up into you. causing you to scream.

“i said who’s are you?” he groaned.

“yours! yours! m’ all yours donnie—ahhhh fuck! you feel so good”

the new position was making you go blank. the pleasure was so overwhelming and the girth of donnie made you cry and sigh your nails into his shoulders.

“yeah that’s right” he said kissing every inch of you “you’re mine now, your pussy is mine. only i can make you feel this way. shit, i’m so fucking excited to see you limping at school tomorrow. knowing it’s all just from me.”

his words were sending you over the edge, your climax soon approaching.

“donnie m’ close” you whimper.

“really? cause we’re barely getting started” he said, making his thrusts harder and harder until you spilled all over him. your suctioning pussy made him bite his lip. trying to it to cum just yet.

he fully pulled out, causing you to whine from the loss of him.

“get on your back baby.” you did as you were told, staring up at him.

he started to take both your ankles and push them far above your head, bending you as far as you’d go without it being painful. the new position gave him a clear view of your sopping pussy which made his breath shake.

“donnie what are you— ohh!” you screamed as donnie shoved his fat cock into your tight hole again. the new position made your brain short circuit. his tip bumping your gummy g spot with every thrust.

donnie wasn’t gonna last long, his balls slapping the beginning of your ass made a loud sound that filled the room, as well as your moans. he brought a hand down and gently rubbed your clit. making you whine. you next orgasm building up to the point all you could say was donnie’s name over and over again.

your next orgasm hit you ten times stronger than the first one and donnie was not far behind you. thrusting more and more as to have his entire seed dumped into your cervix. his eyes pet with a vehicular sight when he pulled out of your and his combined cum.

“Jesus” was all he could say.

“same here” you said out of breath.

“we should smoke and do this again sometime.”

“agreed”

[shutit-haha]

"Katsuki," you swayed, "I think I might have been roofied."

"What!?" He gives himself whiplash from how fast he turns, neck cracking and muscles giving a slight pull. The two of you are in some damn frat house because someone invited you and you REALLY wanted to go. Knowing full well that you would stay here for an hour tops, half-hour if everything was already in full swing. This was certainly knew though, I mean 45 minutes in and you've been ROOFIED!

"I said," you leaned against him. Closing your eyes and attempting to take deep breaths even though those very same breaths seemed to make it feel worse. "Sorry Kat," you grabbed at him tightly with your hand. "My stomach's getting all swirly."

He goes into full fucking panic mode. His large hands wraps around your arm a little too tightly dragging you into the crowd with him. He's moving like a fucking linebacker just shoving whoever's in his way. The blonde takes a sharp left turn around a corner yanking you into a hallway with him. The lights here are shut off making it damn near pitch black. His shoulder slams into strangers making out and dry humping and the two of you cringe at the moans that come from the many bedrooms. The floor underneath your feet is sticky, and with the way you feel right now it's a fight just to rip yourself off the wood. Your muscles feel heavy, eyes barely open. The world keeps swirling and spinning, bright colors popping out at you even in the darkness. There's this terrible throbbing between your legs, making your thighs tremble slightly.

"Kat," you whine. He kicks open the bathroom door throwing out the couple currently occupying the space.

"Yea," he gently guides you over to the toilet bowl. "Wait actually don't fucking touch anything in here, it's all disgusting. Bastards don't know how to fuckin act." He's tugging you out into the hallway again, the couple from just a few seconds ago scurrying back in.

"Katsuki," your legs are struggling to keep up. You feel weak in the knees, stumbling over yourself as a result. Your hearing comes and goes, a war between absolute silence and migraine inducing noise. "Bakugo I can't," air escapes you in huffed breaths. "I can't keep up, please," you beg him.

The blonde -still rushing for a reason you don't understand anymore- scoops you up in his arms. "I'm gonna get that shit out of your system, and kill that asshole. Fuckin scum, piece of shit doesn't deserve to walk the earth." He grumbles clutching on to you even tighter. Your brain is so fuzzy you giggle at his silly words. "What," he looks down at you for a quick second.

"Hot, Kat. Tired," you yawn. Moving with large strides Bakugo carries the two of you out of the fraternity. You shiver the moment the cool air hits your sweating skin. "Cold," you whine curling into him and wrapping tightly around his neck. The poor man chokes with the grip you've got him in. How the hell is he expected to breath in a condition like this?! Not only that but you're pressed flush against him with the way you've twisted yourself around.

"HAH, didn't you jus' fuckin say you where hot?!"

"I'm hot on the inside Katsuki," you screech and wail. You say it like it's common knowledge and it kills him a little. "Wait," your hands fly outward. "I got throw up." The man damn near drops you, only half careful of how he's handling you. Your feet hit the ground and you bend at the ankles and then knees. Just as you're situated it all hurls itself back up. It's ok though, because he's here to hold back your hair for you.

"Gotta get your dumbass home," he mumbles under his breath. You whine bringing your hand up to your mouth to wipe away the mess, only for Bakugo to grab at your wrist. "Don't you fuckin' dare, that shit's gross."

"How am I supposed to clean myself," you look up at him with big blown pupils. Your lashes leave long shadows on your face from the streetlight, lips puffy from whatever drug was forced into your system. There's water lining the bottom of your eyes, a result from emptying your guts, and you're still so hot.

"Just hold on a minute, dammit." His head whips around in search of something, though to no one's surprise there's not much to clean with on the front lawn. His eyes fix onto the door, resignation settling in. "Don't you fucking move from here," he points down at you aggressively. "Do you understand?"

You nod absentmindedly, hand coming up to your mouth once again.

"Don't do that shit! Just sit still dammit, I'll be right back." He hates having to run back into that fucking mess of a party. It reeks worse than it did before, the odor much more noticeable after breathing in some fresh fucking air. He fears that if he makes the wrong step he'll roll his ankle from the sticky floor, and then theirs all the bodies. These jiggling, sweaty bodies, in sync and yet still so far off beat. He's quick, bulldozing through all those extras to get to where he's going. You've been fucking drugged by one of these damn creeps and part of Bakugo worries that they'll find you while you're all alone out there.

"Katsuki," big gooey smile, when he emerges back outside. A shiver racks through him, the cold catching him off guard. He immediately steels himself right afterward determined not to let it happen again. "Katsuki," you sing, "kat-suki, suki, kat. kat, suki," you giggle and then smile. You're clearly out of your damn mind, body rocking back and forth while your hands grip onto your ankles tightly. You look like a fucking kindergartener, at the thought of that he snorts.

"Here," he throws the whole paper towel roll at you.

"Thank yoou," more singing, and an even bigger grin.

He only spares you a couple seconds to clean yourself before he's yanking you up onto your feet. The rough skin of his hand wraps around your elbow, and you stumble right into his side. The roll is hugged close to your buddy like some sort of stuffed animal, thighs pressed together tightly. "Can you carry me again?" Your eyes fall shut sleepily, cheek resting against his hard shoulder.

"Hah!?"

"Please," your hip presses against his now. "Please, I'll kiss you if you'll do it for me."

"Don't say that shit," his cheeks dust pink like a school boy.

You giggle, "I'll kiss you even if you don't pick me up." Paper towel roll still pressed against your chest, you lean into him lips grazing under his jaw. "I wanna kiss you," you hum breathing in his scent.

"Don't say that shit!"

"But I wanna kiss someone," you whine.

"Someone?"

"Anyone," you kiss the flesh at his jaw and neck.

"That shit's getting to you."

You nod absentmindedly again, placing another kiss on his warm skin. "Mhm, I think so."

"I'm taking you home," he bends at the knees slightly begrudgingly picking you up.

"Mmmm," you hum, "I like the sound of that."

He squeezes your thighs harshly receiving a slight hiss from you. "Gotta fucking behave if I'm gonna be doing this shit for you. Not gonna fucking baby you for you to be a brat."

Your arms wrap around his neck bringing yourself as close to him as possible. That damn paper towel roll still smooshed between the two of you. "Does that mean you're gonna punish me?" It was said so innocently, still made his cock twitch.

"Don't say that shit," he growls at you, jostling your body as a way of adjusting himself.

"I'm sorry," you kiss his neck, "I'm sorry."

"Don't do that shit either."

"But," you grind against his abs, "I need to feel something."

"Not me! Take care of yourself later," the thought of you touching yourself quickly popped into his head. Once again he was jostling you to adjust his pants.

"You feel so good," another innocent comment as you grind yourself against him.

"What's I say about behaving," he snaps at you.

"But you said to take care of myself."

"Later!"

"Are you gonna punish me now?"

Thank god the car was coming into view. "Oi! I'll fucking drop you!" He hakes his head, "the hells your obsession with that shit."

You shrug, "like how your hands feel on my ass." Another kiss to his neck, and then your hips jolt on their own grinding against his hard abs. This time you just can't stop yourself, the pit of your stomach feels like it's on fire and the way your muscles are contracting- you just have to. You need too.

"Hey," some part of his subconscious had clearly been paying attention to you. The part about his hands, and the punishment, because his hand came up and then down in one sudden slap. You could hear it whoosh in the air, and then that crackle when it met your rear. You stilled, moaning and arching your back. He nearly fucking dropped you, the one hand holding you completely unprepared for that hell of an arch.

"Fuck," you panted. Your lips kissed a trail up his neck and then nipped the skin behind his ear. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry d-" You bit your lip, suppressing what so desperately wanted to be said.

He fucking dropped you.

Your legs where shaky, knees buckling soon as your feet hit the floor. You expected to fall onto your knees just like you did on the lawn, but he slammed you up against the car. Your back roughly hit the metal, one hand keeping your hip trapped against it, the other hand keeping hold of your wrist. "You're driving me fucking crazy you know that," he spat in your face. His breath fanned against your skin, eyes burning. "I have no clue what that fucker gave you but-"

You kissed him, hips wiggly in his hand in search of friction. He bit your bottom lip, teeth sinking into plush, your back arched. "Fuck me, please. Please just fuck me, swear I'll stop after that. It'll make it stop just fuck me please just-"

He leaned back in, mouths smashing together, teeth clinking just before he forces his tongue in catching a taste of your mouth. Aphrodisiac, "bastard gave you a fucking rape drug."

You shake your head, hips wiggling with more vigor. "No want it," you breath heavily, "want it."

He shoves you aside, opening the passenger door for you, "just the drug."

"No," you're crying now. Hand venturing down to your waist band to give yourself some kind of relief. "Want you," you bite your lip when your hand grazes your clit. "I-" pant, "want you." All your weight is held up by the car, eyes shut to better see the fantasies. "Fuck," you groan.

He doesn't know what to do, he's kind of just watching you. It feels gross, feels wrong but, fuck he likes it. Mouth agape while you fuck yourself to him. It's not real. He's gonna wale up. It's just a wet dream, a movie.

"Wanted you since-" gulp, "that compression shirt, at the- at the gym." You whimper at that, "sweat, nipples were hard." Your eyes open all half lidded and hazy, pupils having consumed whatever color was once there. Your sclera isn't even visible anymore. "You're such a whore," as if your fucking pussy wasn't literally squelching right now.

That was it for him, you weren't gonna fucking insult him like that. As if you were some fucking saint. Yeah, right. He slams the passenger door shut, the back door flying open followed by him quickly shoving you into the car. Your back bounces on the leather seats, one hand quickly rushing to yank down your pants and underwear. The burly man climbs in right after you moving with quick hast, he shuts the door behind him with another loud slam.

"Keep that fucking mouth shut," hand squeezing a the sides of your throat. He's fucked once or twice, never like this. In the back of his car, cock aching, in such a hurry. With the way you were acting it seems like it's only take a couple strokes before you tapped out, you had already been edging yourself in a way. (I mean with you grinding and whatever else and him stopping you every other five seconds.)

He unbuttons his jeans, briefly thinking about turning on the air-conditioning only to decide against it. Fuck it, let the windows fog up. (That'd be new too.) Katsuki doesn't even unzip his pants he just tugs at the sides and forces the zipper to go down itself. You brely catch a glimpse of his boxers before those too are tugged down his muscled thighs. Damn gym rat.

He rudely slaps away the hand you have between your legs, only to smack his dick against your clit. "Condom," you mutter.

"Didn't I say to shut up," it's a nasty snarl, yet still you have the balls to smile at him.

"Please," you spread your legs for him.

"Didn't bring one," fuck please don't tell him this is what's gonna cock block him. He'll fucking destroy this car with the amount of anger that wants to blow. Yet you ever so seductively reach into your bra and pull one out.

"Here." You take it between your teeth tearing at the packaging while he pumps himself. You pass it over to him, the wrapper gracefully falling somewhere underneath the seat, condom rolled on in a blink. No prep, just his dick getting shoved into you.

It's a stretch, a painful, hissing stretch. Your tugging at his shirt pulling it off of him while you adjust, his hands sliding up and under to unhook your bra. "Move," it's a command, an order. And despite his big fucking ego, he listens to you. One large hand placed next to your head, the either forcing your shirt up as it ghost over your body. Your scratching at his back, and rubbing his scalp. It's an odd combo of pain and pleasure for the both of you as a result. "More," you're shouting now, "more," you gasp.

"Take your shirt off," his voice is gravelly and out of breath. The hand once fondling with your breast is now gripping under your thigh. It's pushing your legs up and up and up, till they're resting right on top of his strong shoulders. Your pussy clenches around him upon feeling the muscle moving under your legs. His mouth comes down to suck your right nipple, eyes staring dead into yours.

Fuck you're cuming, quick with his name on your tongue. "Not fuckin' done," he groans, grinding into you with another thrust. "Don't even think about movin' didn't-" He hisses, "fuck, didn't get to cum yet." Another grind and then he's bringing a calloused finger to your clit.

"Katsuki..."

"Yeah baby," it's low and husky, drawing more slick from you.

"Was lying about the condom." He gives you a harsh thrust at that, clearly fucking pissed. "Don't give a shit about it," he nearly pulls all the way out to slam back in. "Just wanted to-"

"Get to the fuckin' point," other hand squeezing at your throat.

"Want you to come in me," you're fucking yelling. "Please," begging.

"Fuck baby, that's enough to make me come on the spot."

You whine at that, "no."

"No?"

"No, please. Inside please."

He pulls out, smirking when he sees how your walls clench around the empty space. "Missing me," he teases rolling off the condom carelessly dropping it onto the floor. In a snap he's back in, three strokes and then he's gone.

The liquid is fucking hot, it's scorching. You wanna taste, wish you would have gotten the chance to. The thought of that has your walls fluttering and coming a second time. Your eyes are all dazed and glossy, hair sticking to your neck and forehead. Carefully Katsuki pulls your shaking legs off his shoulders, while your hand reaches up to push his hair out of your face. "Fuck you're a brat," your lip tint smeared all over his lips.

It makes you smile all soft and gooey. "I'm tired now."

He snorts, pulling your underwear back onto you. "'Course you are," he tugs on his boxers and jeans. "Don't let any of that shit spill out you understand me?" He's pointing at you, face back to that scowl. You nod, pulling your pants back on. The both of you tug on your shirts, he moves to the front while you remain laying in the back. You find a sweater of his and tug it on while he starts the car, rolling down the windows to air the thing out.

"We're doing that shit at least one more time," he says pulling the car out of park.

"You're place or mine," you smile at him through the rearview mirror.

[banquetwriter]

୨୧ Soggy Socks ୨୧

pairing: Joel Miller ♡︎ Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ implied soft!dom Joel, shy!joel, post TLOU 1 but pre TLOU 2, reader is basically ellie's mom, Joel and Ellie are friends here, passionate sex, no explicit aftercare, Joel is a little timid and shy and gives game and hbo Joel bc I love both smh

summary: ʚ two late-night fear driven bed talks leads to some well… bed talking ɞ

Words: 5.2k

A/N: omg hi, this isn't beta read and I'm a weird headspace lately and I hope this turned out ok I think its horrible low-key.

The cold air of the house clings to your frame. Yet another nightmare plagued your mind. The horrors of the world are not soon forgotten in your brain. You wrapped your arms around yourself. The thin fabric of your sleep shirt is both cold and warm as you leave the relative safety and warmth of your bed.

Your footsteps are light to not wake a sleeping Ellie. You tiptoe past her room and make it to where exactly you didn't want to. You stood in front of Joel’s. It was hard to define your relationship with the older man but one thing was clear to you. Your relationship transcended the perturbable barriers of society.

You both loved each other that much was clear to you, the crazy look he got in his eye when he thought something or someone was going to hurt you. His strong body guarded yours. You knew you craved him to a worrying level. It was true.

One time on the road someone came up behind you and threatened you. You slowly started to give the thief what he wanted, Joel wasn't going to allow that. He killed him.

It was the first time he had ever directly protected you. Not Ellie and you. Just you. You turned around, cheeks tear-stained and a lot of looks in your eyes. You faced him with nothing but fear, not of him but of the situation. Ellie looked between both of you with her fearful look.

Joel’s face fell seeing your scared expression. “Hey hey you're ok,” he whispered causelessly, setting down the weapon he used to save you. You clambered into his arms shocking the salt and pepper-haired man.

“Thank you, I'm so sorry,” you whispered back to him. His rough warm calloused hands found the back of your neck. His pine scent engulfed you as his strong arms wrapped around your body shielding you. He made you feel so safe.

It was a feeling you craved every day since then. You quietly knocked on his door with your left hand bringing your other hand to open his door. You peer into the room. You see his sleeping form tangled up in blankets.

“Joel?” you ask, peering over him. His snores fill the room. “Joel,” you say more sternly. You can see his eyes open taking in your surroundings. He shifts suddenly, whipping around to see you. You blink slightly embarrassed at waking him up. “What's wrong?” he said his sleepy face filled with concern.

The embarrassment fills your body into your bones. “I- nothing in sorry go back to sleep,” you whispered attempting to leave. Joel wasn't gonna have that. He sat up further, “Y/n.” His voice is stern. You paused, biting your lip before turning back.

“What’s goin’ on?” he asks, chest rising and falling more rapidly. It's now you notice he’s just in some plaid boxers. And only the boxers. His bare chest is illuminated by the moonlight leaking through his windows. “I just- I couldn't sleep I guess. Nightmare,” you mumbled your words scratching the back of your neck.

Suddenly the room didn't feel so cold. It felt hot. Like his laser gaze on you. Your eyes didn't catch his, fearful of what you might find. Scrutiny maybe? Judgment surely. “Hey,” he said causing you to look up.

“C’mere,” he whispered. This was different. The two of you, minus his life-saving hug, had never been so intimate before. Not physically anyway. Maybe emotionally sure. The occasional handhold when Ellie wasn't watching was all you both managed.

You took a sharp breath almost running to the opposite of the bed. He moved over to meet you sitting down slowly. “What was it about? Your dream?” he asked, his voice was sweet.

“Nightmare,” you corrected him with a small pout. He smiled sadly at you. “Alright, what was your nightmare about?” he asked looking you up and down. Your eyes fluttered slightly at his gaze suddenly nervous under his beautiful eye.

He must have noticed your sudden shift in demeanor and poor sweet Joel trying to help reached out his strong hand and placed it on top of yours. You felt a small flash of heat to your core as you tried not to think about how his hands felt. “It's ok, it's ok. M’ right here baby.�� oh lord he had never used that word before.

It was most likely the early morning tired still in his brain. “It's not a big thing. It's silly really,” you whispered releasing a small amount of tension in your body leaning towards his form slightly.

He looked up at you from the bed, his puppy dog eyes seemingly able to think every thought before you thought it. He shook his head. “S’not silly. Now would ya please tell me what the hell is going on?” he asked, his voice low.

“I just was out there again. With you. And she and I don't know why or how but-but someone got us. They had a gun to your head Joel and it was so scary-” you started. Fiddling with your fingernails. His hand is placed over your hands, reminding you to stop picking.

He hated that you did that. ‘Tore up your damn hands’ he would always comment.

“I watched you die in front of me, but I couldn't do anything about it. I was so scared but Ellie I had to watch her. I don't remember much but all I know was I needed to get her out and I did and I woke up.” you rambled, and the words felt like they were slipping and pouring out of you.

Small tears prickled at your eyes as you tried to get a full breath in. It felt silly being worked up over a made-up tradegity. You let out an involuntary gasp, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as you stated at Joel. His face fell his shoulder relaxing as he sat up.

“Hey hey c’mere.” he nearly commands, moving his entire body towards you. If it's a command or not you listen. Sobs wrack through your body as he once again consumes your body, mind, and soul. “Hey hey pretty none of this cryin’ ok? I'm right here,” he says, shaking his head, and pulling your body into his lap.

His warm chest collided with your face as tears streamed down your cheek. He shushes you slightly, his hand finding the back of your neck rocking you slightly. “I know it's scary but it ain't real, I'd never leave you or Ellie ever pretty ok?” Joel’s voice vibrated through his body and you could feel it.

It didn't matter how much reminding you that he was still here you still cried. You weren't sure how long but you did. After what seemed like a few minutes, you were just idly sniffling against his chest.

It was time for you to leave the comfort and face your now cold bed. You wiped your tears away and began to sit up. “Thank you,” you whispered. The bed creaked under your weight shifting. The air between you seems to stills as you attempt to leave.

“I was thinking maybe you stay. For tonight.” his voice cuts the silence. You stop in your tracks confused. You turn back to him. He propped himself on one arm, the other resting on his leg. “Joel. You don't know what you're doing,” you whispered to him.

“Yeah. I do,” he says looking at the empty bed space in front of him. You held your breath as you sat down. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” you hear yourself asking.

“Just to make sure you're alright. Been thinkin’ about it for a while now anyways.” Joel says. His words are confident but his face betrays him. His face was filled with worry. “It's just we've never shared a bed before. I can't just go back to normal, after doing something intimate like this,” you confessed.

“I-I know,” Joel said looking down for a second before looking back up again. “If you're ok with it,” he said, looking down again. You don't reply with words. You simply climb into the bed with him. His scent fills your nose.

Joel settles as a big spoon wrapping his arm around your stomach. Slotting against you perfectly. Neither of you said anything with words but placing a soft kiss on his wrist spoke volumes. As his soft kiss on your neck spoke in response.

To say that was the best sleep of your life would be an understatement, to say the least. You soon enter slumber and let it take you. And take you it did.

Joel felt you snuggle into his side. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath he pictures a world where maybe he isn't so hard to love. Maybe the infected don't roam the earth. Maybe you're married and living somewhere in the suburbs. He has Sarah still, AND Ellie.

Maybe that isn't so fictional now he has both his girls in Jackson. You and Ellie that is. Maybe that's why he places another soft kiss, this time one on your hairline.

When you woke the next morning there was a severe lack of Joel next to you. Feeling your heart drop you now had to understand how on earth you were going to now have to face him. You were tangled in his sheets covered in his smell.

You sat up rubbing your eyes, swinging your legs over the bed, and yawning. You stepped quietly out of the room, letting the door softly click behind you. You heard the sizzle of food being cooked. You rounded the corner to find Ellie at the table scribbling away at her journal.

Joel was the one over the stove. His eyes met you. His face softened and a small smile overtook his concentrated features. He didn't look mad. “Oh guess who decided to join us,” Ellie said with a smirk, closing her notebook.

You roll your eyes at her, pulling the chair next to her. “Good morning to you too kiddo,” you said ruffling her hair. She grumbled fixing her hair. “Woke up just n’ time,” Joel said softly, holding a pan of what you assumed was scrambled eggs.

You pulled an empty plate from the stack of three sitting in the middle of the dining table. That was new. It's not like Joel excluded you from eating or something but he never exactly made a meal for all three of you. Minus when you guys tracked across the country together.

You smile up at him with messy hair and an empty plate. His gaze softens even more if that's possible, taking his utensil and shoveling a heavy amount of eggs (called it) and some sausage links onto your plate. “Thanks, Hun, Oh shit when did you pick these up?” you asked, picking up some utensils for you and Ellie.

You set them next to her and she hardly acknowledged it as Joel shoveled some onto her plate too. “Oh uh picked them up this morning,” Joel said nonchalantly. You smiled softly as she began to shovel food at lightning speed. Joel’s eyes look at his daughter before looking back at you.

You both shared a knowing look as you began to eat and Joel started to plate his own food, setting the pan back into the stove. “Where were you this morning?” Ellie asked, between gulps. “Uhhh.” you started as you were about to take a bite.

Joel’s eyes shoot up in panic. You blow a quick breath out before shoving food into your mouth. “What do you mean sweetheart?” you mumbled through your food gathering more food with your fork.

Joel follows suit and chooses to not say anything. “Well, I tried, to wake you up today so I could use your bathroom because the main one gets cold as shit, PLUS Joel doesn't clean up the water after he showers so my sock gets all fucking wet,” she says through heaves of food.

Joel’s face blushes a slight pink, slightly embarrassed by Ellie’s words. “I must have just been in the bathroom or something I don't know,” you said shrugging. The rest of the breakfast is spent in relative peace and quiet until Ellie finishes and stands up abruptly.

“Seconds if you want 'em’” Joel says to her nodding to the stove. “Fuck yeah,” she says before checking her watch. “Oh shit. I gotta go.” Ellie says, realizing the time. She places her dish in the sink. Before running off to her room.

“Hey. Where are you running off to?” Joel shouts after her. She doesn't respond, instead she comes bounding out with her pack in hand frantically looking around for her jacket. “Fucking jacket,” she mumbles.

You smile to yourself remembering what it was like to be a teenage girl. She slips it on running to the door. “Hey where are you off to?” you ask, turning around in your chair. She turns back out of breath.

“Friends. I'm gonna go see friends,” she says, placing her on her hip. She must think you were born yesterday. “Oh friends huh?” you say scrunching your eyebrows.

“Yeah. Friends.” She reasons. “You sure you're not going to see Cat?” you ask tilting your head. “I-am not getting into this with you,” she says, rolling her eyes and promptly leaving. You pierce your lips together and look at the man sitting across from you.

He stays silent as you both eat. Shying away from eye contact. But he didn't seem mad. “Got you somthin’ for ya, when you're done w’breakfast I’ll give it to ya,” he says nodding, still unable to look you in the eye.

“You could give it to me now, right?” you say with a slight smirk. A smirk tugs on Joel's features as he caves. He walks over to his jacket hanging up on a coat rack. He shuffles through the pocket and reveals a small bag of something.

For being a man who has survived this long it was almost funny seeing him sheepishly hand you chocolate. You gasp as you take it. “Joel!” you say immediately taking a piece out.

He doesn't say anything, just smiling to himself at your reaction. “If I didn't know any better I'd think you're being sweet on me,” you said placing the piece in your mouth. Joel continues not to say anything just staring at you trying his hardest not to smile.

His silence causes you to look up. “Oh my god you are being sweet!” you said. “Saw it when I was picking up breakfast stuff today and figured it would make you happy,” he said, placing his hands on his hips like it wasn't a big deal.

“Joel Miller has a crush on me!” you sang while taking another piece of chocolate. “M’ a little old for a crush don't you think?” he asked. “You're never too old for a crush Joel,” you said smiling.

There was a pause. Your eyes met each other and a certain electricity filled the air. It made your stomach erupt with butterflies. The beat of your heart doubled, and he took a slow step toward you. You leave the chocolate on the table, standing up.

“Yeah? M’not too old?” he asks as his body approaches yours. He was referencing the crush joke but you knew his words were deeper than that. He was asking you if he was too old. He sure as hell wasn't.

“You can never be too old, not to me at least,” you whispered. You tried to be full voiced but it didn't come out that way. Joel's eyes seemed to go darker as he stopped in front of you. There was a split second of hesitation before you felt his lips crash onto yours.

“Mmmm Joel,” you whispered against his lips. “Shh I know,” he whispered back. His rough hands find the sides of your face. His lips were surprisingly soft as they met with yours.

After a moment or two, he pulls away, resting his forehead on top of yours. Joel wasn't good with words, never has been, and probably won't be. This was a big change for him. Allowing himself to love you. God, it felt so good.

“M’gonna be late f’patrols.” He whispered, not moving. “You should probably leave then,” you replied as he pulled you into him. “Yeah. I will. Just need to say goodbye s’ all.” he offered you. That wasn't it and you both knew it.

Who knew Joel could be such a softie? You were glad either way. “Goodbye Joel,” you whispered with a smile. He let out a huff, pulling away and while you tried to remain stoic in the moment the loss of his warmth was such a tragic feeling.

Joel grudgingly got his things together and set out to the stables. His mind swirls with thoughts of you. Jesus he needs to get a grip he isn't some teenage boy who's just had his first kiss. But he sure feels like it.

The days seem to fly by you both as trying to get a handle on your life in Jackson is taking time. It's been four days since Joel kissed you, and you haven't had a moment alone since. Both of you work different patrolling shifts, or Ellie was there, and the only time to sneak in some hugs or touches was fleeting and Joel wanted to be a gentleman about the situation.

That doesn't mean you two weren't talking, however. As Joel came back from a later patrol shift covering for someone he found you and Ellie curled up with a book. “So wait, why doesn't Jo like Laurie?” he heard Ellie asking.

“Because sweetheart it's not that simple-” you started. “Ugh, whatever,” Ellie said, cutting you off. Joel rounded the corner. “Oh hey, the dinosaur is back!” Ellie said with a smile before looking at you. You poorly held back a smile as Joel rolled his eyes.

He plopped next to you on the couch wrapping his arm around your body. Ellie mindlessly snuggles into your side. It was so uniquely domestic. Joel wishes he could find an opportunity to talk to you about all of this. An opportunity doesn't come.

You don't miss his kindness, however. Every day when he cooks breakfast for you or leaves a secret note (which is adorable by the way). Telling you about how he needs a moment alone with you and it almost becomes a race to find it.

To find the time to exist with no eyes to find you. To explore what you two were before making things ‘public’. You agreed. Your feelings feel like they are spilling over into your whole life.

One night as it takes you and Joel every ounce of being not to jump across the table to be with each other Ellie is oddly quiet. “What's up kiddo?” you ask. “Uh, there is a sleepover at Cat’s house,” Ellie said as casually as she could.

Joel dropped his fork over his plate. Your eyes met. “Oh? Anyone else… gonna be there?” you ask her to try to be calm. The thought of Ellie going over to her girl… friend’s house for a sleepover would raise the heart rate of any parents but especially Joel.

“Oh yeah Jessie and Dina will be too,” she said, nodding secretly crossing her fingers. “A boy? No. You're staying here tonight.” Joel said firmly, re-picking up his fork. “What? Are you fucking kidding me?” Ellie said, annoyed.

Joel raised his hand about to explain to her why exactly she couldn't go but you interjected. “Joel,” you said calmly. “Maybe she should go.” both of them shoot you bewildered looks. He begins to shake his to disagree with you. “Joel Cat’s house is a short walk and if there are other people there it will be safe right?” you ask looking over at Ellie.

She shakes her head admitly. “Yeah, totally safe.” She reasons. He clenches his jaw, brow furrowing. “Fine. But if I find out any funny business happened so help me god m’ never letting you leave this house again,” he said sternly, warning her with a finger.

Eventually, Ellie scarf down all of her food and comes out with a little bag full of sleepover stuff and just about runs out of the house. And for the first time in days, it's just you and Joel.

You turn the big overhead light off sticking to the lamps in your room. You had just gotten snuggled into your bed when a small knock on your door disrupts you. “Come in,” you say and the door creaks open.

Joel in all of his domestic glory walks in. “Hey.” you breathe out with a smile. He turns to shut the door, his head held low. He sits on the edge of your bed. “Needed to talk to ya. W’out Ellie hearing.” he reasons gesturing in the air.

This wasn't what you thought was going to happen. “Joel? Baby? What's wrong?” you asked scared of why he was acting the way he was. He turns to face you slowly. His eyes were sad, his lip pouring and quivering slightly.

“Hey-” you said, setting your book down, moving to capture him in a hug. He turns looking down. You can see the tears start to fall from his eyes. You waste no time crawling down your bed and wrapping your arms around his shoulders trying to comfort him.

He leans into your touch as he cries. It's the first time you have ever seen him cry before. “Joel,” you whisper, sliding your hand to his face. “M’just too scared to lose ya. If we keep this up this little dream we have. I could lose it all. Me. M’ not fast enough, O-or I move too slow- ill me the cause of losing the two people in this world who love me back.” he confesses.

The words weigh on your chest like a thousand bricks. You opened your mouth to try and help but nothing came out. You wrapped your arms around him, squeezing almost to try and ground him.

A sob wracked through his body. “Joel, I am here because of you,” you said at last. He doesn't move, just inhaling a stuttered breath. “For the entire time I have known you I have not doubted your abilities for a damn second,” you reassured him. He finally looks up.

His sad puppy dog eyes make your heart hurt. Your hands find the sides of his face. “I am here because of you. I am safe because of you ok? And Joel even if something did happen it wouldn't be your fault. You're not responsible for us, ok?” you tried to reason with him.

“I am. I'm supposed to protect what is mine I-” he stops himself, his eyes flashing with fear. “Maybe it's our turn to protect what is ours Joel,” you whispered to the very broken man in front of you.

“And you are ours.” you finished, sitting up away from him. “Don't even know why m’here m’sorry,” he says standing up. Your hand reaches for his arm. You shake your head slightly encouraging him to sit back down.

He doesn't respond, only cautiously leaning in. You fill the space for him, your lips meeting in perfect harmony. This kiss, unlike your first one, had a need. An urge to be close. And as you slowly leaned back Joel followed you almost chasing you so far your head hit your pillows.

His bigger body practically cages you in. While you loved the kissing you needed more and you knew the salt-and-pepper-haired man needed it too. Your hand left the side of his face and trailed down to his belt buckle. You pulled it slightly.

The mischievous interaction left Joel practically melting in your hands. You decided to continue your humor. Your hand trailed down further meeting his bulge. Was he hard from kissing? Cute. Your fingers dragged over his member.

“Hard already?” you asked, slightly teasing him. With your flirty voice. His dark eyes glanced up from his forehead. “I ain't hard yet darlin’,” he said through an amused chuckle.

He does not miss the way your jaw gapes openly slightly. Shit, he was big. “And you're this big? Old where Miller.” you quipped after picking up your jaw. He chuckled slightly, a small pink tint forming on his tear-stained cheeks.

You smirk, continuing to massage his dick over his clothes. Continue to open your mouth and kiss him as you feel the warmth under your hand slowly grow hard. “Mmm fuck, you are making it hard to leave darlin’,” he said out of breath.

“Good,” you said, going back in for a kiss but this time on his jawline. You continue to pepper them down to his neck, sucking and nibbling as you go down. “You're so warm Joel,” you murmur, pulling away. “Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you nod, biting your lip deciding you couldn't take any more teasing. Your hand finds his and slowly brings it to your torso, his eyes seemingly glossing over at realizing what you were doing.

“I need you, Joel,” you whispered. “I gotcha, promise, I've gotcha,” he said using both of his hands to slowly pull your sleep pants and panties down. The cold hair clinging to your warm skin.

“Fuck baby,” he said looking at your perfect glistening cunt. “I need you Joel please,” you begged. “Shhh I'll give it to ya jus’ gotta be patient.” he reprimanded, sliding his hands up your shirt. His hands were warm as he slowly groped your tits. You whined feeling yourself ache in between your legs.

Your arousal oozes out, tempting Joel. “Sit up,” he demands, gesturing with his fingers. You eagerly sit up. He removed your shirt quickly, his eyes marveling at your naked form. He'd seen a few women in his lifetime and none of them were as beautiful and breathtaking as you.

He must have been staring for too long because your voice broke him out of his trance. “Joel?” your voice was so sweet it could have killed him then and there. “Yeah…” he said trailing off finally peeling his eyes away from your tits and to your face.

“Can you take your shirt off too?” you asked so politely. Joel looked down to see he was still in his clothes, feeling his now hard cock strained against his pants was a suffocating feeling but Joel was a gentleman and there is no universe he would cum before you.

“Course’,” he said, discarding his flannel, his shirt goes next. You let out a moan looking at his beautiful body. Broad strong shoulders and arms down to his little old man tummy. Fuck.

Your hooded eyes filled with love (and lust) must have done something to him because those same strong arms and hands connected to your naked thighs. Rubbing them up and down.

You both stayed silent as he slowly encroached on your sensitive bundle. Eventually, his hands made it all the way up as he observed the way you clenched around nothing. “Joel I'm ready please I need you.”

That was all he needed to slowly start rubbing your clit. You were slick with arousal, his finger eventually dipping in, and your leg shook with the feeling of him adding another finger.

He pumped slowly but steadily, hitting that soft spot just right. “Oh fuck Joel.” you gasped. It had been so long since you felt this from anyone, well maybe something similar… you had never felt this good with anyone else ever before.

“S’that feel good?” He asked me to bring his thumb to rub your clit. You frantically nod. “Please come kiss me.” you begged him. He eagerly bent down to you. Devouring all your moans as he continued his ministrations.

You felt the familiar feeling in your belly, like a coil snapping as your breath became frantic and your whines increased. Joel knew your climax had reached when you clenched around his fingers. You let out a loud moan as you pulled away for air, legs shaking violently.

Joel watched with admiration as your face contorted with pleasure. He slowly pulled out of you, if he felt like he was melting before he had to be a puddle by now.

You looked up at it and you couldn't help but smile. Your hand reached out for his belt. You tugged on it, he took a deep breath trying to prepare for what he has wanted to since he met you.

“So needy mm?” he says undoing his belt and tossing it to the floor. His jeans follow suit, his erection slapping against his tummy.

Precum leaked for the tip. He was eager. “Only for you Miller.” he chuckled, placing his hand above your head as he aligned himself with you.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, looking into your eyes for any sign of discomfort. He didn't find any. “I'm 100% sure,” you reassured and spread your legs as best you could. Using the headboard as an anchor he slowly pushed into you.

“Fuck.” whimpered as your warm soft walls clenched around him. A piercing pain filled your body as he bottomed out. You sucked in a sharp breath.

“You need me to stop? It's not too late.” he said, reassuring you. You shook your head. “Joel I need you to fuck me,” you demanded. He understood and began to do exactly that.

You moaned out for each other. Nails scratching his beautiful back with every movement. If it had been a while since you'd done this it must have been decades for Joel because he felt like he was gonna let go at any moment.

“M’ not gonna last,” he whispered in your ear, tugging slightly. “Me either.” you whimpered back. As your bodies collided your coils tightened and tightened.

“God dammit. Fuck, you are so fucking tight baby. Squeezing me as you love me huh?” he growled from on top of you. “I. Do. Love. You.” you squeaked after his thrusts. And that must have been what he needed to hear because his hips stuttered and he practically kissed your cervix with his cum.

Which was enough for you as you clamped down on him. After a minute he pulled out of you gasping for air. “Fuck Joel you're so good.” you praised sitting up and rolling on top of him. He peppered your face with little kisses.

“I love you too baby.”

—

“Hey Ellie, me and Joel have something to tell you,” you said, approaching her as she sat at the table. “Oh shit what's up?” she asked. “You can start using my bathroom so you won't have to share,” you said and she cocked her head to the side.

“Well, actually you can use that whole room…” you said with a small smile forming on your lips. Your eyes darted to Joel who had been stressing out over having this conversation.

“Because me and Joel are gonna be sharing a room ok?” you said plainly. She looked between you two for a moment then smiled. “Oh shit! Congrats!” she said before going back to her book. You and Joel begin to walk away but not before Ellie has the last word.

“Just don't let me hear you guys.”

“Ellie!”

[auspicioustidings]

Kinktober Day 2

Moniker: Farah Risk Level: Low. Farah has never been detained and is visiting freely. Brief: Loss of virginity, virginity kink. Safeword: Refer to first brief.

I trust Farah fully, she will look after you. I’ll be watching - Price

“Still doing ok? Think your hymen is pretty thin, so you might tear a little” Farah asked, her finger slowly pressing up inside of you.

You liked her, she was gorgeous in casual lounge wear and had greeted you warmly. The room was set up similarly to yesterday but now with colourful drapes enclosing the bed like a warm cocoon and a table set up full of snacks and water. There was the faint scent of coconut from the oil she had liberally applied on her fingers and your pussy. It was very relaxed.

But then again she had also ordered you out of your clothes in the first 30 seconds and got her finger inside you as soon as you were bare.

“Yeah, I’m ok.”

“Hm, and this?” she said while her thumb gently swept across your clit.

You sucked a sharp breath through your teeth. Still sensitive.

“Ah, I thought it looked a little tender. Soap is an animal” she said fondly. “I’ll be kinder. This is a gift you’re giving me and I’m not in the business of hurting those who give me gifts.”

She leaned over and pressed a quick, almost innocent peck to your sore clit and slowly pumped her finger as she sat back up and grabbed a strawberry off of one of the plates with her other hand. She was beautiful stretching over like that, but my God you did not know why how casual she was about a finger inside you was making you hot.

“Eat habibi, you need to relax.”

The strawberry burst in your mouth and you chewed slowly before swallowing, a pleasant sweetness left behind. She quite literally had you eating from the palm of her hand by the time she added a second finger.

You couldn’t quite decide how it felt. You’d tried it yourself sure, but honestly since your aim was always just to get off you usually didn’t go anywhere near your hole unless it was to gather up some lubrication. It had been strange having a tongue inside you, but the fingers were so much longer and able to stroke differently than Soap’s tongue had.

They kept brushing against what you assumed was your hymen. You hadn’t expected it to be in tact to be honest, you knew there was every likelihood it would have torn or stretched out already just with life. It didn’t really matter to you whether or not you bled when you lost your virginity. To be honest you just wanted it gone because while you understood it was a dumb social construct, that didn’t stop your brain from getting weird about it.

“You’re so tight” Farah said, the edge of a groan in her voice. “But you’ll take me so well. They raise little girls into women who think it is supposed to hurt, who have a voice telling them they are supposed to suffer to prove their worth.”

She curled one finger up and it rubbed against the top of your channel, searching for something.

“It is my privilege to undo the damage for those woman. I will fuck such pride into you that you will never know that voice again.”

It felt like a lightning bolt when her finger found what it has been searching for. She pressed up against the top of your channel and it felt like she had set you on fire as your legs spasmed at the sensation.

“There we are! It’s good that you’re sensitive here, not everybody is” she said, obviously pleased but still so shockingly casual about the whole thing as she smiled and planted a kiss on the tip of your nose. “It gives me some idea of angles for you, maybe today we won’t even need to touch you on the outside to have you peak.”

You wanted to whine at her for being so unaffected, so perfectly calm and collected in her soft sweats and hoodie.

Meanwhile Price was grinning like a madman watching Farah Karim be so fully affected by you on the cameras. She did not treat just anyone with such care, did not share small affections so easily. And she certainly did not struggle to smother the underlying groan of appreciation in her voice unless she was deeply, truly and entirely affected.

How could she not be? She didn’t hide her love of virgins. There was something about the trust it took to give that up to her, to let her slowly, painstakingly open you up so she could nestle inside you. She couldn’t wait to see how wet you made her strap, how sweetly your hole would clench around it. Her body would not take it’s pleasure from that weighty silicone, for virgins she did not pick a harness designed to stimulate her as well. The rush from knowing she was claiming something that society placed such a heavy weight on, the almost ritualistic feeling of the whole affair, that was what she wanted. Her pleasure could come later.

She was content to take her time, make sure your inexperienced pussy was nice and relaxed and welcoming. It wasn’t so different from taming a skittish animal, she had to make sure it felt safe enough to begin craving affection.

“That’s it, do you feel that? How your muscles are relaxing and you’re starting to loosen up for me? You’re doing perfectly habibi” she praised.

Oh her voice was so silky that it felt like it was caressing you, sliding against your skin. You felt how your body became more receptive, how your pussy began to massage around her two fingers as they scissored out to increase the stretch. You wanted more you realised. You couldn’t quite believe it, but you wanted more.

Maybe it was wrong of you, but you’d never quite understood the hype. The idea of someone pushing inside you, tearing part of you and then humping themselves into you over and over to seek their pleasure while you tried to adjust to the pain made you feel a little queasy. You so wanted to just get that first experience over with, were so certain it would be awful.

Now? Now you felt languid and warm. It wasn’t the frenzied heat that Soap had you in the day before, rather a slow, decadent sort of heat. One that only drizzled itself further over you as Farah fed you more ripe fruit that burst on your tongue.

“Farah?”

“Hm?”

“I would like you to take it. Take me.”

You were surprised by your own steady calmness, but it felt right. It felt like you had just figured out a part of who you were. It didn’t make you anxious to ask for what you wanted, didn’t have your body tensing. If anything it made you feel more free.

“It would be an honour” Farah answered with full sincerity as she slowly pulled her fingers from you and brought them to your mouth.

It felt natural to clean them off. Not awkward, not scandalous. Just natural, like her fingers belonged in your mouth with your tongue sensually snaking around them. You liked how you tasted on her.

“Keep yourself loose for me habibi” she said before kissing you quickly and going to strap up.

The kiss made your head spin and your body feel weightless. You really, really liked her.

It wasn’t uncomfortable or strange dipping two of your fingers into yourself now. Your body gave way easily for them, knife through warm and melting at the edges butter. You lazily fingered yourself and watched her fit the harness around her hips over her clothes. The cock she fitted didn’t look as intimidating as it would have when you walked into this room.

She had chosen something beginner friendly. It was about average length and thick enough to fill you without the stretch feeling impossible. The textured surface would help her nail your g-spot and she was near drooling at the image of you cumming hard around her cock, going absolutely limp and boneless from how it would feel to orgasm without her ever playing with your clit.

With that image firmly filling her thoughts she came back to you on the bed, slowly moving between your legs to nestle her strap between your thighs and rock it gently against you, careful to only bump your sore clit just barely.

“Here, let this melt slowly in your mouth, try focus on how it tastes” she said, taking a piece of chocolate and placing it on your tongue.

The silicone was dripping with oil so when it caught on your hole it was an easy push inside. The chocolate was unreal. It wasn’t like anything you had ever tasted and you were pretty sure from how luxurious it was that it cost more than what you made in a month (or used to, at least, this gig was incredibly lucrative).

It didn’t hurt. It wasn’t some mind blowing pleasure, it was more a pinch followed by a heavy fullness that made it tricky to catch your breath.

“Good, so good habibi. How’s the chocolate?”

You propped yourself up on your elbows so you could let her taste it for herself, kissing her firmly with no worry about messiness or sexiness. You just wanted to be full of her everywhere, wanted her tongue dancing with yours.

It was a different feeling when you moved. The fullness was insistent and anytime another part of you felt it there was a spark across your body. You moaned wantonly into her mouth, licking the last of the melted chocolate from her tongue before taking a deep, incredible feeling breath and laying back down.

“Good?” she asked.

“So good. Love me.”

She smiled and gently grabbed your hips for purchase so she could slowly pull out a little and rock into you to let you adjust. Soon she was pulling out right to the tip and then firmly pushing back in to the root.

You let yourself go, no worrying about how you sounded or looked, just enjoying the experience with moans and your hands smoothing across your body. It felt good to squeeze your breast or trace patterns on your stomach and right now feeling good was what mattered.

“Ya Allah, you are so beautiful” she said on a gasp as she made love to you.

“So are you” you replied dreamily.

This whole experience was a dream. Your body felt so fucking good. It was as if your blood was syrup pumping lazily and richly through you, making everything sweet and sticky. Every slow thrust rubbed against that spot she had found earlier and compounded the feeling.

Your body worked itself up so, so slowly. It was a sharp contrast to how Soap had worked you the day before, hurling you over the cliff over and over so you didn’t know how to even think anymore. No, this was a more leisurely affair, your body taking it’s time, savouring every morsel of sensation before moving on to the next.

The orgasm was unlike anything you had ever experienced. It was just a natural progression of the pleasure that had been building rather than a sudden explosion and it felt like it lasted so luxuriously long. Your body was doing the same as it had been, savouring those ripe bursts of sensation before moving on to the next bite.

When finally the pleasure had all been tasted and swallowed down you sighed in bliss. It ached when Farah pulled out, but it was a good ache.

“That was amazing” you said.

“You were amazing” she replied, brushing her fingers against your cheek. “You bled for me.”

“Did I?”

You were honestly surprised. There hadn’t been much in the way of sharp pain or feeling like you were tearing, so you had thought you hadn’t and that there probably wasn’t any blood at all.

“You did. Would you allow me to keep it?”

You didn’t know how she meant to do that and you found you didn’t much care.

“It’s yours.”

Farah did her own aftercare with you, washing you and then massaging fragrant oil into your skin before hand feeding you while you talked for hours.

In a few weeks she would have a brand new bead for her bracelet and would wear your gift proudly on her wrist right next to all the others.

[lovelynim]

Pills

Zenless Zone Zero - Seth Lowell x Asaba Harumasa

A/N: My original plan was to write something for Seth's birthday, but I couldn't pop off something until now so... be aware this might feel rushed and not-so-well-done, 'kay? At least it got me back to writing ehehe

Summary: When Harumasa is being difficult about taking his morning medicine, Seth tries to make them more appealing to his senior.

Word count: 1732 words

[Also on Ao3]

“N-no!” Seth hissed, reaching his hand out to grab Harumasa by his wrist and stop him from getting up from his bed. “Two minutes, then!”

Harumasa hid a chuckle under his breath, slightly turning his head around and throwing Seth a glance with the corner of his eyes.. “I want five now.”

“That’s- that’s even worse!”

Harumasa shrugged his shoulders, turning his head back forward. “Fine for m-”

“Asaba-senpai, wait!” Seth cried again, hesitation and uncertainty clear in his voice as he stopped Harumasa from getting up for the fourth time that morning. It wouldn’t look like it, but if you asked Seth, he would swear Harumasa was the one being extra difficult over something meaningless.

“T-three! We can do three minut-”

“Ten.”

“Can you stop?!” Seth groaned, dropping his head into the mess of blankets, pillows and sheets in the bed. His hand, however, was still clasped tightly around that slim, delicate arm. His fingers trembled and his ears and tail dropped in defeat. “Asaba-senpai, please!”

“I’m starting to feel like fifte-”

“Okay!” Seth gasped, looking up to the cruel, sadic man he dared to call a partner. “T-ten, alright, but you’ll take it all, ok?! No more weird requests after this one,” he pouted tiredly, almost as if he was on the verge of crying.

The only answer that came back his way was Harumasa’s cheeky smile. “It’s a deal, then,” Harumasa nodded.

Sigh.

Seth slowly pushed his body up, getting on his knees and looking at Harumasa with a frustrated frown. “Where are the rest of the pills?” He mumbled, sliding off the bed and walking around his senior’s room.

“In the bathroom, inside the mirror’s storage ~” Harumasa sang, laying back down on his bed and crossing his arms behind his head, “it’s the one with the white label!” He instructed, but barely bothered himself to check if Seth was picking the right one.

If only Seth hadn’t asked about it earlier, he wouldn’t be in this situation right now…

The thiren slowly made his way to the mentioned spot, looking at his own reflection while his brain recollected the earlier events of that morning with bittersweet regret. He knew Harumasa’s health wasn’t one to be praised or taken lightly - and that was exactly why Seth couldn’t help but be weirded out when his senior seemed to be skipping his morning medicine.

‘I’m tired of them. If I die, I die,’ was the nonchalant answer Seth got when he asked about it. Of course, he wouldn’t let it be like that. He would be overlooking his duties as an officer if he did not care for a citizen’s well-being and, even worse, as a person if he let Harumasa, of all people, do such harm to himself.

And just like that, an endless sequence of requests begin, one after the other. The deal was simple: if Harumasa agreed to take his pills, Seth would do him a little favor.

Feed his cat. Brew that morning’s coffee. Tidy up the bedroom (postponed, as they had yet to leave the bed). Take him out for dinner later that day. And so on. Seth couldn’t help but be a little surprised at the amount of different kinds of medicine his senior was on, but, at the same time, this whole thing wasn’t too much of a hassle anyway.

That, at least, until that one request dropped. ‘Let me tickle you’. Seth sighed, shivering and cringing just at the memory of those words. He picked up the flask with the white label, slowly making his way back to Harumasa’s bed.

“Here, Asaba-senpai,” he mumbled, handing Harumasa a single pill that rested on top of his palm. “Do you need some water to help you swallow it?” 

Harumasa shook his head.

Just after placing it inside his mouth, Harumasa tilted his head back, letting the medicine go down his throat effortlessly - probably a trick after taking those for so long. “It’s a small one, it barely bothers me at this point.”

“I see, then I- woAH!” Seth gasped, caught by surprise as Harumasa held him by his wrist and pulled him back into the mattress. Before he noticed, he was laying flat on his back and a devious, evil pair of eyes stared at him. “W-wahait, Asaba-sehehenpai!”

“Stop laughing, I’m not even touching you yet,” Harumasa mumbled, pinning one of Seth’s hands under his leg as he straddled the thiren’s body and the other held up above his head. “How long was it? Twenty minutes, right?”

“I-It was ten! You said tehehen minuhu-ahAHah, w-wait, plehehease!” Seth giggled in panic, feeling ticklish just by seeing Harumasa’s hand hovering above his unprotected armpit. He kicked his legs behind his senior, his tail curling up with the anticipation that seemed to race through his whole body. “I’m nohot reahahady!!”

“Huh?” Harumasa scoffed, his hand resting on top of Seth’s chest, “you're an officer, shouldn’t you always be prepared for anything?”

“P-prepahared for my duhuties! Not to be tihihi- aAH, sehehenpai, dohohon’t!” Seth squeaked like a dog’s toy when Harumasa poked him under his arm. He felt the heat gathering around his face, spreading down his neck. His heart was beating so fast that he worried it would explode.

Harumasa, however, seemed to be enjoying each and every one of these reactions. “You know, we don’t have all day,” he giggled, lying with a straight face as if he wouldn’t want to spend the whole day with Seth instead of being in that boring office. “I will count to three and we will start.”

“W-wahait, senpai, thahat’s too-”

“One.” Harumasa started, even pulling Seth’s hand a little higher to stretch out his body.

“NOhoho, plehehease, j-juhust a momen-”

“Two.” He continued, curling his fingers into a claw and grabbing Seth’s side, feeling the other guy jumping at the mere feeling of his touch. Oh this was going to be good, he thought.

“SEHenpai! D-dohont! Please!”

“Three.”

As soon as that word left Harumasa’s lip, Seth went silent, as if it shattered his hopes of escaping that nasty deal that got himself in this situation. Then, the brief silence was replaced by a stream of loud, surprised laughter when Harumasa’s fingers wiggled and tweaked at Seth’s sides.

It tickled - and it tickled a lot. Seth arched his back off the mattress, slightly lifting Harumasa along as he squirmed under his senior’s weight. “W-wAHAHAhait!! I-I nehEHeheded mohohore tihiHIme! SehehEHEnpai, plehehease!”

“We don’t have more time, Seth,” Harumasa hummed pleased, repeatedly squeezing Seth’s side and tickling the edges of his stomach, his fingers working wonders on that sensitive, defined body. “Can’t have you being late for work, right? We need to get down to business!”

“T-THIHihis is nohot busihihiness!” Seth whined, his hand clenching into a tight fist above his head while he dug his heels into the soft blanket that surrounded them.

He pulled at both his arms, only to find them both still firmly trapped, held out of Harumasa’s way and unable to stop the ticklish onslaught. All he could do was thrash his head and kick his feet, all in vain and for nought.

Despite the squirming, Harumasa could still tickle his stomach, side, ribs and armpit - the latter giving him even louder laughter from Seth. “AHAHASAHa- Ahahasaba-senpahAHai, nohoho! Sto-stohohop it, plehehease!”

“We had a deal, officer,” Harumasa giggled, gently scratching the outstretched, soft skin under Seth’s arm, making him cackle like a dork. “And I intend to take my part of it~”

Harumasa went on with his teasing, saying something about Seth’s honor and if he wouldn’t hold up to his reputation as part of the PubSec’s team, but the thiren couldn’t really mind it - not when it felt like he was about to die from laughing.

“But I have to say,” Harumasa muttered, unable to keep his mouth shut for more than twenty seconds, “you are doing really well! We’re already past the three minutes mark, just some mo-”

“T-Three?!” Seth gasped, his eyes wide open, as if ready to jump out of their sockets.

“Mhm, it really flies when we are having fun, doesn’t it?” Harumasa nodded, wiggling his fingers around Seth’s neck, scratching his chin and then teasing above his collarbone, “you are blushing, isn’t that cute? ~”

“S-Sehehenpai, plehEHEhease!! AHAHah, I cahAhan’t- noho mohohore!” He whined, a soft cry that barely made it past the endless laughter. 

Time flying? That sounded even more absurd to Seth than Harumasa’s request. It already felt like he was laughing for hours. He felt the corner of his cheeks hurting, just like his throat going dry and, still, all of this after just three minutes? Seth couldn’t believe it.

Just when he was about to plea for some mercy again, hoping that maybe a different excuse could make it up to Harumasa’s mind… the tickling stopped.

Seth slowly opened his eyes, his vision blurred while small tears of mirth clung to his lashes. His dazed mind took a moment to process, but a familiar sound made his ear twitch: his phone’s ringing.

“S-senpai..?” Seth asked, watching as Harumasa moved his hand away from Seth’s neck to reach for his phone. Harumasa held his finger before his lips, probably to tell Seth to keep his presence a secret, and took the call, holding the phone next to Seth’s face. “A-ah, ahem, hello, Seth spea-”

“Hi Seth, good morning,” a female voice on the other side of the line answered, “are you on your way to work?”

“My way to wor-” Seth stopped, feeling the words stuck on the back of his mouth as Harumasa gave him a threatening look, “y-yes, captain! I- ahm, had an issue at the dorm, but I’m on my way!”

“Don’t worry, I just wanted to ask you a favor. Could you grab me and Qingyi a coffee when you pass by the shop? You can buy something for yourself too, my treat.”

“A coffee?” He sighed, relieved. Maybe there was still some time, “s-sure, I will be there in a couple min-”

Beep.

“S-senpai! I wasn’t done talking, the captain will thin-”

“You can deal with Zhu Yuan later,” Harumasa interrupted, tossing the phone away and quickly latching his hand back at Seth’s ribs, making the other man jump inside his grip. “You are helping me right now, she can get in the line if she needs something from you. Now, where were we? ~”

[ataliagold]

I Just Wanna Get To Know Ya

For @astrangersummer week 9 prompt 'different meeting au.' Title from Red Wine Supernova by Chappell Roan.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson (pre-relationship)

Rating: T

W/C: 1281

Tags: Pre-Steddie, alternate meeting, modern au, no upside down, Steve's an indoor climbing instructor, it's love at first sight for Eddie, flirting, fluff, Eddie's horny af

Summary: Dustin convinces Eddie to drive them to the indoor climbing gym where his old babysitter works. Eddie's reluctant at first, but changes his tune when he lays eyes on the instructor...

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It’s barely nine am when Eddie’s phone starts vibrating beside him, buzzing along his bedside table.

He groans, slaps at it, tries to shut it the fuck up because surely it was too early for his alarm to be going off?

Looking at the display, he blinks several times, trying to clear the fog of sleep from his brain.

It isn’t his alarm - it’s Dustin calling.

“What, Henderson?” Eddie snaps into the phone, flopping back against his pillow.

“Can you take us bouldering?” Dustin’s voice, loud and imploring, hits Eddie’s ear.

“Huh?”

“Bouldering,” Dustin repeats, slowly as though talking to an imbecile. “Can you drive us? This guy Steve, he was meant to take us, he used to baby sit me and he works there and he said we’d need to do the normal climbing wall first but then we could try bouldering but he had to go in early to cover a shift and he couldn’t pick us all up in time, so…”

Eddie takes a moment to process the info dump from Dustin.

“You…want me to drive you somewhere?” He finally catches up.

“Yes,” Dustin says, exasperated. “You’re not busy, right?”

“Well…”

“Eddie, it’s a Saturday morning, I know you’re not busy.”

And ok, a little rude, but…Dustin was right.

“Fine, whatever. Where am I taking you?”

“Bouldering. In Bloomington.”

“What the fuck is bouldering?”

“Like rock climbing. But this one’s inside, it’s like a climbing wall, Lucas has been before and he convinced us it might actually be fun and Steve said he could get us in for free.”

“You want to go…climbing? In this heat?”

“It’s inside,” Dustin repeats, “and there’s good AC.”

Eddie sighs. It’s too damn early for him to have the energy to argue with Dustin. “Whatever, but you little shits are giving me gas money.”

“Thanks Eddie! See you in…twenty minutes?”

Dustin ends the call, and Eddie scrambles out of bed, cursing, barely with enough time to brush his teeth.

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Thank fuck he brushed his teeth, was Eddie’s first thought upon walking inside the climbing gym.

Because the kids are waving at a guy standing by one of the walls, Dustin calling “Steve!” and when he turns around and grins and gives a goofy little waggle of his fingers in greeting Eddie’s brain short-circuits.

Steve is fucking stunning, and Eddie can think of little else but getting his mouth on any part of him.

Steve is tall, he’s wearing a white tank top with those low holes that dip down and expose tanned skin over a lean torso. His hair is artfully mussed in several directions, all soft and golden and perfect for Eddie’s fingers, he thinks. He’s got a beautiful smile and enormous hands and don’t even get Eddie started on the harness clinging sinfully to his thighs and ass.

Eddie swallows before he can literally dribble.

“Hey guys, glad you could make it! Sorry about that,” Steve was saying to the kids. “Here, let me show you how to get your harnesses on, I’ll get you guys to start on the normal wall first and then we can look at moving you on to bouldering...”

Eddie forces his feet to move. Steps closer to this fucking god of a man, brings himself into his orbit and tries to kick-start his vocal chords again.

Steve looks up. Smiles wide at Eddie, eyes twinkling and Eddie thought that was something that only happened in books but this guy’s deep brown eyes are actually shining and Eddie doesn’t think any of this is very fair.

“Hey man, I’m Steve.” He sticks his hand out, and Eddie’s eyes lock on the veins in his wrist and the sheer girth of the man’s fingers, and he feels his brain stumble again. “You gave these little shrimps a ride? Appreciate it, sorry if it messed up your plans or anything.”

“No,” Eddie squeaks, writhing internally. “No plans, nope. S’fine. I’m, ah, I’m Eddie.”

Steve’s hand is still awkwardly outstretched. Eddie takes it, squeezes maybe a little too firmly and god his hand is big and warm and there’s callouses on his fingers and Eddie is fucked.

After a moment, Steve takes his hand back. Brushes it against the back of his neck, right where Eddie sort of wanted to sink his teeth in.

Get your shit together, his brain hisses.

“You, ah…you want to climb, too?” Steve asks, gesturing to the wall.

Eddie glances up, takes in the sheer height of the thing, the multi-coloured grips, watches as some kid near the top slips off and is yanked upwards by his harness. On the other side of the room, someone is scaling a wall without a damn harness, the floor beneath them soft and padded but Eddie really wasn’t sure about that…

“Eddie doesn’t do physical activity,” Mike pipes up, waiting while Lucas helps him with his harness. “He complained the whole way here, he didn’t even know what bouldering was.”

Eddie could murder the kid.

Steve smiles, a little sheepish. “That’s ok. You can watch, if you’d prefer.”

“I want to try,” Eddie blurts.

Steve’s face lights up again. “You do? Cool, let me just…yeah this one’ll do, c’mere, I’ll help you.” Steve selects a harness, briefly adjusting the straps, and then he fucking kneels down in front of Eddie.

Eddie’s heart slams in his chest. He’s only a man, a very gay man, and Steve’s crouched down there and looking up at him with liquid-honey eyes through heavy lashes and what the fuck is he supposed to do?

“Um…I need you to step into these loops,” Steve prompts, wiggling the harness a little.

Eddie breathes out. Sees Dustin a short distance away rolling his eyes at him, catches Max smirking.

Those two were going to be banished to the back seat on the way home.

Eddie does as he’s told, but then Steve’s fingers are scraping against his thighs as he pulls the harness up, delving dangerously close to the current center of Eddie’s bloodflow and fuck if he gets any closer then Eddie’s probably going to get himself permanently banned from this place because there’s children around…

Steve stands up. Places his hands over the loose straps at Eddie’s hips, yanks them tight, Eddie stumbling a little bit as he does.

Instinctively, he reaches out, grasping at Steve’s waist with one hand to steady himself and oh god that was nice – he’s firm and warm and solid under Eddie’s grip, and Eddie finds his hand lingering, thinks about how nice it would be to trace his fingers across soft skin rather than white cotton…

Steve looks down at him, throat clicking as he swallows, lips slightly parted. Is he…blushing? Just a little, Eddie thinks, Steve’s blushing with Eddie’s hand on him…

“Just gotta…tighten this last one up,” Steve breathes, and reaches around behind Eddie to tug on a buckle resting above his ass.

Eddie never thought he’d find heaven in a gym, but he thinks maybe he’s died and gone there.

“Ok, you’re all ready,” Steve says, stepping back a little, Eddie’s hand slipping mournfully from him.

Eddie’s tongue darts out over his bottom lip, wetting it.

Finally, he finds his voice.

“Maybe you could…give me a little demonstration first?” Eddie asks with a small smirk. “The wall is really high, and I just wanna see how it’s done.”

Steve bites his lip, returns Eddie’s smirk, leans in a little to say, “Sure thing, Eds.”

Steve’s halfway up the wall, Eddie’s eyes glued to his ass, when Dustin leans over and stage-whispers, “You happy you came along now?”

“Henderson,” Eddie says appreciatively, “this might be the best Saturday morning I’ve ever had.”

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[lazylattedgleam]

Okay guys! Thoughts part 4! My brain won’t let me sleep hence I shall write, forgive me if I make any spelling errors though, I might get drowsy :’)

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Thinking of Sylus x NON!MC Reader.

Ok ok ok so let’s start!

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(Credits: All pictures are from Pinterest, Freekip)

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The night came by quite like the usual, the sky was clear, it was eerie everywhere except the “clovers” Banquet Hall where the ‘finest’ of Protocores Auction was being held. “So-called”, he knew their true value, they were worthless, yet the place was jam-packed with wannabes, who wanted nothing but to just flaunt their money and ‘elegance’, if one could even call it that…It looked more of a pity party for the spoiled rather than an Auction, people were mingling too much yet too little, nothing was right.

Then why was he there, one might ask…well it’s simple he was a nocturnal and he had nothing fun to do…so why not come in guise at an ‘Auction’ which merely stood firm ground to it’s name. His roams the velvety carpet with the strong presence and aura that he possessed, turning heads here and there. As if any of that ever came close to bother him. He’s already met the love of his life—no his love in every timeline and universe. But boohoo she couldn’t recognise him yet, so yeah maybe give her time?

He eyes the Protocores displayed, in hues of brilliant ruby, emerald, amber, lapis lazuli, and amethyst, claiming they costed millions and millions, the most precious, and valuable…

He breathed out a husky laugh to himself, he swore he saw atleast majority of them on display at a flea market selling what-not.

He wants to leave but he doesn’t, again, Onichynus is too boring tonight, Luke and Keiran are having too many “teenage tid-bits”, as he’d always call them…plus Mephisto’s battery was drained, so he couldn’t even stalk his dearest…

“Going once!

Going twice!

Sold!”

He sits at the back of the Banquet at an empty stand-alone chair, why was that even there? He didn’t know, it was out of place. His eyes wander, filled with void and boredom…

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It was a complete waste of his time, even embracing boredom was better than whatever that was. So he left.

He didn’t brink his motorbike tonight, he wanted to walk, maybe even all night and sleep asleep by a manhole the next day…Weird ideas roamed his mind none that made any sense…

So he walks he walks he walks…when was the last time the N109 zone seemed so peaceful?

He comes at an opening into a wider part of the street through a lane, the moon illuminating it’s presence vividly…he knows the place, he knows the moon…but he doesn’t know the person in the far background…

Covered in a Rosewood strapless long dress upto her bare ankles, glimmering with white gemstones around her waist and bust. It had no neckline, the top end of the dress looped around her breasts secure, her neck had a band, the same colour of her dress, and a black and white choker-belted-neck piece, fastening itself, the locket had the “spades” symbol carved and settled inside of it…her hair fastened up into a bun neatly. Her hands contained silvery bangles, their ends fixed a thin long chain strands, a “red heart” at the end of each, which came upto her upper arm…

She had her phone secured to the jaws of a selfie stick, that had a “red diamond” symbol as it’s shutter button, as she pressed record, dancing around in the empty streets like a madwoman…the camera even captured him, but she didn’t care or budge, as she danced and swayed around flawlessly to whatever music was being played by her brain…

The sky suddenly emitted a crimson glow upon her form and the surroundings…he glanced up at the blood moon, he swore he’d never seen before…He kept staring, he couldn’t fathom why.

As he remembers…the curse of the blood moon which falls upon two souls, dejected by Fate, binding them together for their whole life that they shall continue to live on…

But wasn’t he tied to MC by Fate, for all his lifetimes to come and go? What game was Fate playing with him? He wanted MC with all his heart, yet he stumbles upon this unfaithful night…he searches for indicators and clues for the cause of this “brief interruption, this slight malfunction” that crashed upon his life…yet he found none…

The sky suddenly seemed to rift apart and everything became static and hazy…the world lagged…was this a glitch in the cosmos? Did space and time rift apart causing an anomaly…

Most importantly…who is she? And why does she look so regal, what veil of illusion had she casted, that he, the leader of Onichynus, one of the most notorious mafia group of the N109 zone…Sylus Qin, couldn’t even spare a glance away?

She turned to gaze at him for a fraction of a second…yet the gaze felt as if it had lasted eons…she held constellations in her eyes…

Why did she seem like she was one with the cosmos…no as if the cosmos itself was bereft of any meaning-value-principle without her…

….like she was a vision to behold, appearing whenever a new universe gets created…

Who was she and why was she so divine, that he felt like mediocrity in her vicinity…

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Aaaaaand yep that’s that! I hope you like it! As for always thank you again for checking out my posts! Much love! :D <3

[the-undeadwriter]

Can you do the batfam x reader reader who at one point was poised to become "Gotham's Professor Moriarty, the modern Napoleon of Crime" but got amnesia (possibly associated bat family member's fault) before they could become a major threat and is now working with the batfamily, oblivious to their pre-amnesia self except a few old habits.

Ok so I was planning on adding more characters but my brain is imploding :,) if you want me to write the other characters don’t be shy to

ask!!!

Pt 1(here!)|pt 2|pt 3?

Requests are open !!

Warnings: implied criminal activity, injuries, reader is gn!

Wordcount: 548!!

Enjoy!!!

Waking up one day in a cave with no memories was something you would have never expected. Well, you would have never expected if you could remember who you were…

But, one day you woke up, surrounded by people wearing tight latex and Kevlar, attempting to ask you questions about things you had no clue about— what would you know about crime rings?? You barely remembered your name at the time!

They realised pretty quickly what had happened and, after a quiet debate, told you what might have happened.

Now, if you had all your memories, you would have known that this story was bullshit and the vigilantes in front of you were not to be trusted. But you didn’t have your memories, so you didn’t know that.

Which is why you’re here, several months later, fully integrated into the family and vigilante business. You weren’t allowed out on patrol or anything like that, but you had access to basically everything in the batcave and were trusted to help.

Like, being allowed to sample various toxins and venoms and attempting to synthesise a… cure, of sorts. Which is what you were doing right now, actually.

Hunched over a spectrometer and carefully mixing chemicals together. At the moment, you’re trying to see if you could possibly neutralise Scarecrow’s fear gas— progress is slow going, but if you could just—!

“What are you doing?”

You jump, almost dropping the vials in your hands as you spin around to face— “Oh, Dick, you scared the crap out of me!” You hiss, leaning against the table and clutching your chest. Dick laughs, stepping closer and standing beside you.

You can’t explain it, but you always feel like… Dick only hangs around you because he feels guilty. You’re not sure why, you can’t remember him doing anything wrong, and he hasn’t made an effort to apologise even if he did…

“You didn’t answer my question, y’know.” He huffs, crossing his arms and nudging your shoulder. You roll your eyes with a smile and turn around, picking up the vials you almost dropped and holding it up. It shines an ominous green, because of course it does.

“I’m trying to… reverse engineer this new batch of Fear gas. If I can figure out what it’s made of, I can—“ you stop suddenly glancing at Dicks face. He’s… strangely pale, staring at you with wide eyes. Your smile drops and you lower your hand, reaching out to grab his shoulder. “Dick—?”

he jolts back, like he’s been burned, and you drop your hand, furrowing your brow. It’s… not the first time someone’s been scared of you for seemingly no reason. Though, it’s been a bit since they’ve physically reacted to your presence.

You sigh, turning back to your work with a frown. “Go upstairs and find Bruce, Dick.” You advise quietly, reaching over and grabbing a sealed container full of crushed up Papaver somniferum. You hear a quiet agreement and then the sound of footsteps rushing upstairs. You sigh, letting your head hang low.

You wish you knew what happened, for them to act like that around you. Bruce had told you time and time again that you had done nothing wrong, so why did it feel like…

Like they all were terrified of you?