#resistant and fog-touched especially

[thelonelyshore-if]

I hope you don't mind me asking this. And hopefully you haven't been asked this yet. What do the powers like exactly do?

Hey Nonnie!! Hope you're doing well c:

I don't mind you asking at all! The best breakdown I have rn without getting into spoiler territory can be found here. This is a fairly common question, though, so I'll give you a brief description of what each magic type is.

Monstrous- inhanced speed/strength/senses, physical transformation.

Fog-Touched- minor reality bending, communication with the Fog.

Necromancy- raising/controlling the dead, speaking to ghosts and other spirits

Clairvoyance- seeing the future, both short-term and long-term.

Resistant- hardest to define; it changes. Big bursts of power/energy are common.

[girlinterupptedsblog]

rafe walking in on reader humping her pillow

Don't stop now bunny

Pairing: bf!rafe cameron x bunny!reader

It was hot in your room, the kind of heat that came from restless energy and being too wrapped up in your own thoughts. The afternoon sun poured through the sheer curtains, casting golden light across the bed where you laid sprawled out, tangled in your sheets with nothing but a tank top and panties on. You didn’t think twice about locking the door. Rafe was supposed to be out all day. Some Kook thing with Topper and Kelce. Something about boats and beer and acting like assholes.

And you’d been stuck in your head all day. Wanting, needing, restless in a way that made your skin feel electric. You tried reading, watching a movie, scrolling through your phone, but nothing cut through the fog of desire sitting low and heavy in your body.

So you gave in.

It started slow. Just the press of your thighs together, rocking ever so slightly as you laid on your stomach, your face buried in the pillow. But soon, your hips moved on instinct. More pressure. A rhythm. You grabbed one of the softer pillows—your favorite one, the one that had just the right give—and slid it between your legs, your breath catching as you started grinding against it in slow, desperate movements.

You didn’t even say anything. Just quiet little gasps into the sheets. Embarrassingly needy. The kind of thing you’d never let anyone see. Especially not Rafe. You knew how he was. Rough around the edges. A little dangerous. Way too cocky for his own good. But God, the way he touched you when he wanted to it made your head spin.

You were so lost in the friction, in chasing that edge, that you didn’t even hear the door open.

“...The fuck?”

You froze. Blood rushing in your ears. Your whole body went rigid like you’d been struck by lightning. You turned your head just slightly to look over your shoulder.

There he was.

Rafe. Standing in the doorway. Shirt half-unbuttoned, backwards hat, that smug little smile spreading across his face slowly like a wolf seeing prey. His eyes dragged over your body—your hips, the way your thighs hugged the pillow, the tension in your arms as you pushed yourself up slightly in panic.

“Oh my God,” you breathed, your voice high and mortified. “Rafe, get out—!”

You scrambled to move, to throw the pillow away, to bury yourself in the covers like maybe if you moved fast enough it would erase what he saw.

But he didn’t leave.

He just leaned against the doorframe and cocked his head, biting the inside of his cheek like he was enjoying this way too much.

“Why’d you stop, bunny?”

His voice was low. Dangerous. Curious. That nickname made your face burn hotter.

“Don’t get all shy now,” he said, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him with a soft click. “I mean… you were putting on a show.”

You shook your head, completely flustered, pulling the covers up to your chest like they could protect your dignity. “I didn’t know you were home! Jesus, Rafe, just—go!”

But he was already at the edge of the bed.

He reached forward, grabbed the blanket, and peeled it down slowly—like he had all the time in the world. You tried to resist, but he gave you that look. The one that said he wasn’t asking.

“Let me see you.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

“I wanna see you pleasure yourself,” he murmured, brushing his fingers along your hip, over the hem of your panties. “You looked so fuckin’ pretty grinding like that. So needy for it. C’mon, bunny. Don’t be shy now.”

You swallowed hard. Your heart was pounding, equal parts fear and anticipation. This wasn’t how you ever imagined him finding out. But now that he had…

You hesitated. And he must’ve seen the conflict in your eyes, because he smiled again—this time, slower, more deliberate. He sat at the foot of the bed and leaned back on his elbows.

“I won’t touch you,” he said, voice low and velvet-smooth. “Not unless you beg me to. I just wanna watch. Watch my good girl make herself feel good.”

The words melted something in you.

You turned your face away, hiding in your hair for a second as your fingers crept down to grab the pillow again. He didn’t say anything—just watched, his breath shallow as you pulled it between your thighs again and slowly settled against it.

You felt so exposed. More than if you were naked.

But at the same time… it sent a thrill through your veins. The way his eyes were glued to you. The way you could hear the quiet hitch in his breathing when you rolled your hips again. Just once. Then twice.

“Fuck…” he whispered. “That’s it. Just like that, bunny.”

Your cheeks were burning, but your body was betraying you. Grinding slowly against the pillow again, feeling that friction, your hands clutching the sheets as you started building your rhythm again—this time, for him.

You felt his gaze like a physical thing. It made everything more intense. You whimpered softly into the mattress, unable to stop the way your hips moved or the warmth building in your core.

“Look at you,” Rafe groaned, leaning forward slightly now, his pupils blown wide. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy when you’re like this. All desperate. Just needing it so bad, you’ll hump your pillow like a little bunny in heat.”

You gasped, half in embarrassment and half in pleasure. His words were dirty and sharp—but they worked. They made your skin tingle and your muscles tighten.

You pressed harder, your thighs clenching, grinding faster now, panting softly. You could feel it coming—so close, the edge right there.

“Don’t stop now,” he murmured, almost like he was hypnotized. “I wanna see you come just like this. Come for me, baby. Show me how pretty you are when you lose control.”

That was it.

You moaned, legs trembling, burying your face in the sheets as the climax hit—intense, drawn out, full-body. You ground against the pillow one last time, riding it out, gasping through the waves of pleasure that overtook you. Your body arched and twitched, every nerve lit up.

When it finally passed, you collapsed onto the mattress, utterly spent and shaking.

There was a pause. Just breathing. Yours, ragged and shallow. His, heavy and slow.

You peeked up at him.

Rafe was still at the foot of the bed, but now he looked like he was the one barely holding it together. Jaw clenched. Hands tight. A very obvious bulge pressing against his jeans.

“My pretty bunny” he muttered, running a hand through his hair, voice hoarse.

Then, after a moment, he smirked.

“You’re mine now, bunny. You know that, right?”

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t, really. You just nodded, still catching your breath as he reached for you, finally pulling you into his lap.

[holybibly]

𝔖𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 | San x reader

Pairing: Wolf cub San x Bunny reader

Summary: A wolf's hunger is unquenchable, especially with the heat approaching. And as it happens, you look too appetising in the mornings to resist tempting them to taste you.

Part of a series "𝔙𝔢𝔫𝔲𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔉𝔲𝔯𝔰" in the Pretty Flushed universe.

Genre / Au / Trope : Smut, hybrids!Au

Rating: 18+ / 21+ / MDNI

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Unprotected sex, сorruption kink, fingering, degrading, pet names, size kink, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, oral, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, rough oral, praise kink, squirting and more.

net: @cultofdionysusnet

A|N: All right, bunnies, are you all ready for the official introduction of our wolf pups? Well, here I am. And with me, a hot and hungry wolfie San who wants to taste you first thing in the morning.

Your mommy is back, bunnies and I'm lustier and more vicious than ever.

ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔗𝔞𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 Part I @tiny-apocalypse @captain-joongz @alicedawitchbish @woohwababes @wlv-asteria @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisprincesss @lavishloving @teagietots @spooo00oky @sousydive @hwapou @bunnliix @softwsan @mjyungi @fantasy2wonderland @noirsfantasy @cassies-cookies @renaholicss @luffypants @hyukssunflower @watermelon2319 @peachygiku @bunnyxoxodarling @stolasisyourparent @soranosnowbunny @certifiedmoa @sanglix @slvtiny @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad @hecateslittlewitchling @xxawl @pastellbunno @starlletsblog @seonghwasstar @hwanring @vtyb23 @pearltinyy @minjaeum @chasevixx @bomi-ja @onedumbho3 @sanglix @cursedeastern @itza-meee @pinkies-things @atinism @mxnsxngie @nenefix-on @therealcuppicake @annafeebou @sharksandminhos @@lixies-pixieboy @@vampzity @0rangemilk @yellow-foxxing

ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔗𝔞𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 Part II @unholywriters @hey-syia @hrts4nohee @vnessalau @mlink64

Through a heavy haze of sleep, you feel a long, rough tongue sliding lazily across your warm pink pussy, leaving a wet trail of viscous saliva in its wake. A light touch to your clit causes your pretty doll mouth to open, and a languid sigh escapes your lungs, eventually turning into a pitiful, whimpering moan. Your eyes move quickly beneath your closed eyelids, long, downy lashes fluttering. Unconsciously, your hips arch forward in search of more of that delicious sensation. 

"Bunny..." That one nickname sets the viscous, sweet moisture gushing from your vagina in abundance, filling the entire space of the luxurious bedroom with the rich scent of peaches and cream. Insistent, rough fingers slide over your moist mound, and your delicate, silky folds slip beautifully around them, so that the pointed tip of his tongue can just feel the edge of your oozing hole. Hot, intermittent, fever-like breath flows around your cunt before the plump lips leave a messy, open-mouthed kiss on your labia. "Wake up, my sweet girl. I want to play with you, Princess." The sound of the Alpha's voice is like warm, melted honey in your ears. 

The thick scent of black orchids and powder, mixed with the sweetness of Alpha pheromones, wraps around you, embedding itself in your skin and settling in your lungs with every intermittent breath. 

Even when you're half asleep, your submissive bunny nature sends signals of obedience throughout your body, forcing you to obey every command of the more dominant and powerful species. You don't want to provoke the predator at all, especially when he's got you in his strong, clawed hands. Your plump, cottony tail flicks up, and your long ears - limp, and soft - press uselessly against your head. Your small hand hesitantly reaches for the source of overwhelming pleasure, now even more obvious and palpable as consciousness begins to return to you, and you blink absentmindedly, chasing the sleep from your eyes. It takes a few minutes for your tiny, pheromone-fogged brain to comprehend what is happening and analyze the situation, and now the painful excitement that flows through your veins like thick, viscous honey finally makes sense—long, silky hair, soft, pointed ears with fluffy tassels at the ends — San. 

As your little sugar fingers dig into the Alpha's thick, wavy curls and your nails lightly brush the sensitive base of his ears, San lifts his sharp feline eyes to you—heavy and half-lidded with lust. Those eyes, almost inhuman in their intensity, shine in the darkness of the bedroom. Your skin tingles at the intensity of the gaze, and you squeak softly, covering your eyes and feeling a scalding scarlet blush spread across your rounded, plump cheeks and pale neck. Even after months of living in their house, you still can't shake the feeling of embarrassment and humiliation that comes over you every time one of the wolves touches you. 

Pleased that you're finally awake and able to give him your full attention, San velvety purrs, never takes his beautiful mouth away from your plump, luscious cunt. His deft tongue flicks along your slit, skilfully playing with your throbbing clit before his beautiful, devilishly curved lips engulf it, pulling it into his warm, craving mouth and beginning to suck slowly as the sharp tip of his sinful tongue penetrates your tight hole, stimulating your silky walls and licking up every drop of your sweet, creamy mucus. The soft taste of peaches is saccharine in his mouth, as San is tasting the most desirable treat on the planet—your fertile ripeness. 

A new wave of lust sweeps over your body, leaving you feverish and helpless with the desire for more. The Alpha's mouth encircles around your sensitive nub, lightly grazing it with his sharp fangs before his slippery, rough tongue begins to aggressively massage you in circles; his hot, sultry lips devouring your pussy with a deep, animal hunger. You're trembling all over; crystal-clear tears begin to gather in the corners of your eyes from the intensity of the sensations, and you squeal out loud, unable to contain yourself. 

"Ah-alpha, that feels so good." Your fingers get tangled in the thick mass of wavy hair between his pointed ears, which are twitching slightly, picking up on every little sound that you are making. You're so wet that mucus is falling from you like a waterfall, filling the room with the rich, sweet, creamy scent. You continue to sob and whimper, sending shivers of excitement through alpha's body as his thick, fluffy tail slowly swings behind his back. His jaw opens and closes relentlessly as he alternates between messy movements and lazy and lingering ones, just to drive you crazy with the contrast of sensations as he savours your cunt. 

As his tongue presses flat against the quivering, glistening folds of your cunt, your hips begin to tremble, and your heel kicks into the silk sheet on the bed, causing it to crumple into a heap. San growls in a menacing manner and digs his claws into the plump, soft flesh of your thigh to hold you in place. 

"Don't fucking move, bunny, or do you want me to bite you? Does the princess like pain? You are such a slut." For a second, San pulls his wet, swollen mouth away from your pussy, only to growl at you. You recoil in horror at the hidden threat in the husky, sultry tone of his voice. Your little fluffy tail quivers as the sharp tips of his fangs graze your delicate, sensitive folds with every word he utters. A reminder that no matter how well the wolves treat you, showering you with gifts and praise, they are still big and dangerous predators, especially for a gentle bunny like you.

"P-please forgive me. I'll be an obedient bunny, I promise. San, I will be a good, obedient princess for you." Your voice is a barely audible whisper, but you have no doubt that he heard you. 

San responds with a low, satisfied growl as he continues to poke his tongue mercilessly into your swollen, tingling clit. Every nerve in your body is vibrating and tingling as he does it over and over and over again. You're so hot, so sticky, and so wet, and every movement of the Alpha's beautiful mouth causes more and more mucus to spill out of your little hole. Your juices run down his chin and down his neck, dripping onto the luxurious silk sheets that lie beneath you. 

San's hands slide down your legs, his sharp claws leaving fierce, blood-red marks on your pale skin, until he throws your legs over his hard, broad shoulders and continues to eat you as if his life depended on it. The muscles in your legs and thighs stretch, and you feel so open, so vulnerable, and exposed to this beautiful, devilishly handsome Alpha, who reminds you more of a big wildcat than a wolf. 

Awakenings like this morning were nothing new for you, especially in the last few weeks when the younger alphas started to warm up before their inexorably approaching heat. Despite Seonghwa's strict orders not to touch you without his or Hongjoong's supervision, everyone in the house still remembered the incident with Wooyoung a few months back, when your mommy and daddy had left you alone with the fascinatingly beautiful, crystal-blue-eyed Alpha. Almost every morning you awoke with one of the wolves cubs pressing their hot bodies against you in the bed. 

Each of them had their own favourite way of waking you up, but most of the time it was down to their long tongues licking your little pussy insistently or their long clawed fingers slowly stretching your tight hole until you started to squeal and squirt. The number of hopelessly ruined sheets that Seonghwa had to throw away after all that was just too numerous to count. And something told you that those beautiful deep-burgundy sheets would suffer the same fate after San was done with you. 

San moans loudly and shamelessly as he buries his face deeper and deeper into your pussy, greedily lapping up the thick, honey-coloured goo from your quivering hole. And he obviously won't stop until you've squirted your delicious cum all over his face. And the devilishly handsome Alpha lets you know it by the way his tongue begins to rub against your silky folds in a rhythm that is too fast for you and almost painful for you. 

"Ah, a-alpha, this is too much...please be gentle." You whimper loudly as you feel his lips squeeze your clit tightly and suck hard on it before releasing it from his sensual grasp with a loud 'pop'. 

"Gentle..." San growls as he sends waves of pleasure through your body with his sinful tongue and hot breath. His hands tighten their grip on your hips, pulling you even closer to his beautiful, predatory face. His slanted feline eyes are practically all black—glistening irises that flash with molten gold as he catches a glimpse of your wide-open eyes, the fat tears already beginning to gather in the corners of them. You look so fucked up already, and it's beautiful. Even if he can't fuck you properly yet, he'll do his best to make sure that every time he touches you, you'll have memories of it.

A pitiful sob escapes from your doll-like lips at the burning intensity of his dark gaze, and a shiver of fear, mixed with excitement, runs down the length of your spine. 

"You want me to be gentle..." He repeats again, almost imperceptibly sliding the tip of his tongue over your soft folds before you feel the slight vibration of his husky laugh against the damp skin of your pussy. "I'm not your mommy to be gentle with you, my darling." The Alpha gives a deep growl before he presses his mouth back down to your cunt with even more hunger and aggression than he did a few minutes ago. San hammers away at you with such fervour and greed, as if all he wants to do in this life is savour the taste of you and eat your tender pussy until you start to sob and beg him to stop. 

San tells himself that this insatiable hunger, this dark desire inside him, has nothing to do with the sharp, poisonous jealousy that eats away at him from the inside like acid every time he hears you moaning or begging for Seonghwa or Hongjoong when they fuck you into the mattress for hours. And of course, it has nothing to do with the fact that his teeth literally ache from the need to sink into your sweet, soft flesh and mark you as his property, his mate. The sight of the swollen, inflamed marks of the Seonghwa's claim on your fragile neck only fuels this animalistic need to breed and mate you even more. 

"Please Alpha..." You sob, hot tears rolling down the round, pink cheeks of your face. You can't even think; a throbbing need is overwhelming you, completely taking over the rational part of your brain. 

The Alpha growls viciously, sucking and licking your clit, all the while moving his tongue and making a foul noise. Your hips begin to move smoothly, following every movement of San's lips and tongue. It is as if you are having sex with his sensual mouth. You literally smother him as you wrap your legs around his head, burying his handsome face between your soft thighs, but judging by the purring moans and growing growls, he doesn't care if he loses his last breath, engulfed by the heat of your body as his mouth sucks your juicy, plump cunt. 

"S-san..." Your voice is almost drowned out by his moan as the first letters of his name fly off your tongue with a choked-out scream. I'm too sensitive..." You are still too swollen, too sensitive to his touch and his sinful tongue after a hard night with Seonghwa, and waves of bliss wash over you too quickly, too suddenly, bringing you to climax without warning. Your whole body trembles in his tight grip, your fingers clinging to his hair, trying to hold his head between your thighs or push his face away from your sensitive, throbbing core. 

San is holding you too tightly with his strong hands, digging his fingers into the flesh of your thighs, and drinking all the liquid that is pouring out of you uncontrollably, leaving the smooth, creamy taste of peaches on his tongue. "Ah! Too much, too much! Alpha..." You scream, but San still won't let you go. He swallows noisily, prolonging your orgasm and lapping up your juices as if he were dying of thirst and you were the only source that could satisfy him. 

San is practically intoxicated by the sight of you right now, his pretty little bunny all flushed and sweaty, crying and begging. You're begging him—San, not Seonghwa or Hongjoong, just him. 

The constant stream of "please" and "alpha," mixed with the soft ecstatic moaning of his name, drives San mad. He has you right where he wants you, and he will fuck you with his tongue until you're unconscious with bliss, and San loves it so damn much. 

"Oh God!" Your voice trails away, high and whimpering. "I'm so close, Alpha! San!"

"Mine!" He growls; his voice is completely different from a human's; it sounds much deeper and more ferocious; and it makes every part of your body vibrate. You can feel a stream of wet flowing out of you, forming a huge puddle of sticky goo on the sheets beneath you. 

Your head throws back, your back arching, and your hips lifting, pressing harder against the Alpha's face as the feathery movements of his tongue and the vicious sucking of his hot mouth send you into pure ecstasy, the overwhelming sensation of repeated orgasm coursing through your bones and nerve endings. You repeat his name over and over, basking in your delicious bliss as he drinks your cum down to the last drop, which you drown him in—the luscious goo splashing all over his face and the sheets—until San helps you to come down from your high with light, airy kisses around your swollen labia. 

"There you are, bunny. Look at you, my princess; you have done so well. You are so sweet on the tip of my tongue—sweeter than honey or ambrosia. I am going to eat you up until your screams reach the heavens."

You're still trembling, the residual spasms of orgasm still coursing through your body, tingling on every inch of your skin, making your legs shake and your hips squirm as you try to free yourself from his grip. You're too sensitive, so much so that it's almost painful. 

Your eyes flutter open, heavy and swollen with tears, and you meet the dark gaze that is fixed on your face. His lips are still hidden between your thighs, and you feel his weightless kisses around your folds. San gives you a smug smile as his kisses move down your thighs, causing a slight tingling sensation on your skin. 

"I'm not finished with you yet." The Alpha purrs as he releases your hips and crawls up your body. He leaves kisses all over your wet, flushed skin as his gorgeous face hangs over your plump tits. San runs his tongue over each of your swollen, slightly damp nipples, wet from the milk that has come out, before moving up higher and lightly biting the skin on the side of your neck. You whimper in between intermittent sighs, completely softened up by the intense orgasm that you can still feel at the very bottom of your belly. San bends down to your face and takes your plump, soft lips in a deep kiss. He grins as he pulls away from you to look at the fragile, delicate body that lies beneath him. 

As you look at his scarlet, swollen lips, glistening with your slime, your slutty bunny nature obligingly brings back the image of him tongue-fucking you. The memory causes your body to react in an almost instantaneous fashion, with a fresh batch of slime spurting out of your quivering hole. A thick wave of alpha pheromones fills the air, and you swallow hard in shame, knowing you'll never be able to hide your excitement, especially when his fingertips feel the wetness trickling between the silky folds of your pussy. 

San smiles devilishly as he slides his long fingers along your soft petal-like folds, more and more of your sweet nectar oozing from you, coating his fingers. These feathery touches are enough to make you tremble in his arms once more. You almost curse your treacherous bunny nature, that it is so easy for him to turn you into putty just by touching you. 

"A-alpha, I can't take it anymore. Please..." You sob as you dig your fingers into his shoulders.

He leans close to your ear, his hot breath brushing the sensitive skin of your earlobe and sending a tingling sensation through your body. 

"Oh bunny, I know you can give me so much more because you are such a slut, aren't you?" His fingers continue to move at an excruciatingly slow pace, and your consciousness begins to fade as a new wave of pleasure washes over you. "Come on, fluffy, do the begging for me. Beg me to fill you up with my cock; beg me to breed you like a good thoroughbred bitch. Beg me to fill you with my sperm, my princess." You shudder as San's fingers push your plump pink folds apart, and he slides two long fingers inside of you. "We have all day, and I won't stop until you can't think about anything other than me."

[lisssyyu]

Eternity to taste

PAIRINGS: Caitlyn Kiramman x wife!f!reader

AUTHOR'S NOTE: As you may have noticed, I really like to write with an emphasis on psychology (which is funny, because I am a lawyer by profession), so the second part may be (!) the last. In general, I really like writing in this genre, especially about the game Signalis, and maybe I'll even post a couple of fics about this fandom.

WARNING(S): Mention of violence; possession; control; implied manipulation; power imbalance; age difference (!Caitlin 28, !reader 22) ;; mention of pregnancy

wc: 6.3k

parts: 1 ;; 2 ;; ?

You no longer remembered how the street smelled, how noisy the main square was on holidays. The world that once seemed so alive and close had now dissolved into a fog, like an old photograph faded by time.

You only knew that Caitlyn drank coffee with milk, that on Tuesdays her gloves smelled of cold metal, and on Saturdays of lilacs. You knew that she always asked you to tie her tie, even though she could do it herself.

"I'm not holding you back," she said, stroking your hair like an obedient little animal. "But where will you go? To whom?"

You tried to imagine it. The city, the air, your friends. But if those thoughts had once brought a smile to your face, now your heart tightened into a knot of fear. The world had become huge and alien, frightening without her.

"They don't understand you," Caitlyn whispered, her voice growing colder and harder with every word. "They always laughed behind your back. I saw it."

You listened to her words in silence, but inside you were feeling something completely different. It was scary, not just because of what Caitlyn was saying, but because somewhere deep inside you, her words were starting to ring true.

Maybe it was true that no one was waiting for you outside the walls of this house. That your friends had long since turned their backs on you. That the world was too cruel to accept you as you were.

You felt more and more strongly how your former self that brave, lively person who once took to the streets with hope and dreams was slowly dissolving. Its place was filled with a cold, empty fear of being alone, of forgetting yourself and losing everything that was even remotely important.

Caitlyn was the one who never leaves, who harshly but unwaveringly keeps you on this precarious edge. There is no room for doubt in her voice, which means that your desire to argue with the reality she creates begins to die. You cling to her words like a lifeline, because who else but her will be there when everything falls apart?

You no longer want to resist, because resistance means being completely alone. And being alone means disappearing.

And now you are her little two. The one who belongs to her, who lives in her shadow and breathes to her rhythm. And even if a faint glimmer of your former self remains deep in your soul, it drowns in this incessant whisper:

"Only I need you. No one else needs you."

And this has become your eternal prayer.

"What's that?"

You looked down at your lap. There lay a book you had found by chance while cleaning. The house was getting colder and lonelier, especially when Caitlyn left for long shifts. You thought reading would help distract you.

"Just a novel," you whispered, feeling your voice tremble. "I got bored."

She approached, and there was no anger in her gaze, only weary cruelty, as if you had once again failed to meet her expectations.

"Are you bored with me?"

Your breath caught, the words slipping out in a mistake you would pay dearly for. Caitlyn stood almost close enough to touch, her cold presence squeezing you like a steel grip.

"I'm leaving for twelve hours. I kill for order. And you… are you bored here?"

You wanted to crawl back, but the back of the sofa behind you prevented you from doing so.

"I'm sorry," you breathed, already knowing it would lead nowhere.

"You're always apologizing. You know who else apologizes? Weaklings."

She grabbed the book with the force of someone tearing off a bandage, without pity, and threw it against the wall so that the pages scattered like feathers.

"I feed you, clothe you, keep you warm, while outside people are killing each other for crumbs of bread. I pulled you out of that filth, out of that city where you would have died at the first intersection if it weren't for me."

She leaned toward you and grabbed your chin sharply, forcing you to look up.

"And you really think you have the right to be bored?"

You wanted to argue, to say, "I was just reading," but your mouth was dry and the words stuck in your throat.

"Look at yourself," she hissed in your face. "Pathetic, scared, shaking like a rabbit. Do you really believe that anyone but me cares about you?"

You shook your head.

"That's a good girl," she said, as if it were a reward.

Caitlyn kissed you on the temple almost tenderly, but that kiss concealed the same power that had recently torn your soul apart.

"I love you, you know that," her voice became quieter and lost its former sharpness, "but when you disappoint me… I can't control my anger."

Over time, fear and anxiety began to recede, but not disappear. Rather, they hid somewhere deep inside, like animals huddled in a warm burrow.

In their place, habit took hold. The day consisted of repetitive gestures: the creak of the front door lock at exactly seven in the evening; the muffled rustle of a coat; heavy breathing before Caitlyn shook the city cold off her shoulders. You met her at the doorframe with an almost smile.

The skin of your palms remembered the roughness of wet fabric, shoulders, a tiny tremor under a uniform that smelled of gun oil. She let you help her, let you take off her gloves, touched your cheek with her fingers as a sign of her presence. And in that moment, the house became the center of the world, the only safe island amid the strange, wind-swept streets.

You learned to read her pauses. If her footsteps were heavy, you poured strong tea; if they glided almost silently, you made a decoction of oregano and mint.

Those evenings flowed smoothly, almost sleepily. She talked about the patrols in fragments: "two detained," "smuggling at the locks again." You just nodded. With each "yes" and "I understand," a strange calm grew inside you: if the world out there was really that cruel, then here, in the flickering circle of the lamp, you were on the right side of the glass.

The warmth from the lamp faded as you finally sat down to dinner. The dark oak table, the blanket on your shoulders, not a sound from the neighboring rooms. Caitlyn ate slowly, as if each movement marked the last breath of the day.

But today something was changing, and you sensed it before you heard it.

Caitlyn put down her fork and turned her palm toward you. There was so much confidence in this movement that the air around you immediately became denser.

You didn't know the words yet, but you could already feel their weight.

Seconds dragged on as a dull, muffled bell rang in your head. And when she spoke, the words fell into the silence without a splash, but the water beneath them cracked.

She wants a child.

The sound of these three words, barely whispered, was louder than any command. The world around her shifted, as if the house had suddenly tilted and the walls had cracked.

Your "no" didn't even have time to take shape. It was just a fleeting spark before it was extinguished in the darkness of her unshakable will. Inside, under her ribs, an invisible bird fluttered, but the cry stuck in her throat: a flat fear of returning to what had been before, to the cold streets, to the loneliness that had long since become more frightening than any loss.

You felt your hands trembling, even though they were resting on your knees, hidden under the fabric of your skirt. Images flashed through your mind: a child's cry, a small hand, the warm smell of milk, but next to them, in the same frame, stood her, tall, inevitable, with the same gaze that holds your world together.

You weren't ready. The word drifted away from your consciousness like a boat from a pier, farther and farther, until it turned into a tiny dot. And the tighter you hugged that dot, the more clearly you felt it melting away.

She rose from the table and leaned close to your ear. The tenderness of her breath burned your skin more intensely than a scream.

The stability you had grown so accustomed to cracked, and the crack spread across the walls of the house, across the edges of your heart, across the secret boundary where you end and her will begins. But the voice inside fell silent again: if ruins are the price of her love, then you will let the walls fall.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for yesdanger behind the cut; “YJ packs up and gets pupped”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Well, um–I don’t think I have,” Suzie says, looking embarrassed for a moment. “I don’t, um–remember if I have. So that’s sort of the same thing, don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” Kon says, his mouth mostly pressed against the pillows but his eyes still peering over the top of them at her. He thinks “cute” means she likes it. Like–Suzie’s not the type to call something “cute” and mean it in a shitty or demeaning way or anything. “I mean–it’s the same to you, right? So it’s the same.”

“Right!” Suzie says brightly, looking–relieved, a little. Maybe she thought he was gonna tell her it wasn’t, he thinks, but he doesn’t really know. They don’t, like . . . hang out alone all that often, really. Like–not in the way where they’re talking about anything much, anyway.

Anything really at all, honestly. Like–just while they’re on the topic of shit that people maybe don’t wanna think about, he means.

“I, uh–haven’t really either,” Kon admits a little awkwardly and then immediately regrets admitting. God, that is so fricking embarrassing, especially for an omega. And like–he didn’t know he was gonna be an omega, yeah, but Suzie’s probably just forgotten anyway, and . . .

Well, like . . . he doesn’t actually know that, admittedly. Even Suzie doesn’t know where she actually came from or what her life was like before the DEO. Maybe somebody’d made her like Cadmus had made him, or maybe she’d just been handed over by her family and in a lab since she was born, or she’d just freakin’ condensed into existence all on her own, or just any other reason she might’ve never seen a real nest up close before.

So like–no, he doesn’t actually know, he guesses.

. . . they don’t actually know, he guesses.

“Really?” Suzie asks, ducking down a little so just her eyes show and peering over the edge of the nest at him, her fingers curled lightly against it. She doesn’t ask him why or anything. Just . . . asks him if it’s true, that’s all.

“Uh, yeah,” Kon says, and glances down at her foggy hands and hair and what he can see of the smoky trail that follows her everywhere and how close all those are to his nest without actually being, like–in his nest, and . . . and like . . . “You really, uh–think it’s . . . cute, or whatever?”

“Yes!” Suzie says, immediately perking up again and popping up enough to beam at him. “It’s really cute. Do you, um, need more things for it?”

“Uh . . . Reddie already brought me a lot, so . . .” Kon trails off, resisting the temptation to say “yes” anyway. Just–whatever Suzie maybe went and got–if that’s even what she’s offering to do or whatever–it’d smell like her. And it’d smell more like her than the blanket does, because she’d have just touched it, and maybe even deliberately, like . . . scented it, or . . .

She wouldn’t do that, he tells himself, embarrassed by even thinking shit like that.

“Oh,” Suzie says, and visibly wilts, her smoke and fog settling down heavier around her body as she forces a smile. “Um, good. Good! I’m glad he got you good stuff.”

“. . . he did, yeah,” Kon says, and like, he’s not always all that great at reading people but Suzie is real easy to read, and it seems like she’s, like . . . disappointed, a little. Like maybe she wanted to . . . like . . . “Uh. I kinda put it all in the nest, though, so I don’t really have, uh–any extra blankets to, you know, get under or anything . . .”

He doesn’t actually really feel like doing that, but he’s pretty sure some omegas do that, and if she really, like . . .

“Oh!” Suzie says again, and perks up again too.

[sunshine-co]

shower me

Author disclaimer: All writings are opinions and just what i think of the people mentioned. possible head canons or daydreams i have had. nothing written is fact or is to be taken too seriously. these are fun little scenarios to help get through the day sometimes, mostly just a simple idea expanded. most writings may contain sexual themes so no minors, although i cannot control what you read, but please know not all sexual writings, experiences or things you see are not always correct or standard. you are responsible for what you consume!

minwon bestfriends/roommates to lovers x chubby!fem!reader

genre: fluff, smut

word count: ~5-6k

warnings: smut; piv, unprotected sex(NONO), oral (fem!rec), pet names (sweetheart, pretty, honey, kitten, puppy, baby, etc.), mentions of weight and insecurities around weight. any more let me know.

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the three of you grew up together and have been best friends since elementary school. when the rambunctious and outgoing mingyu approached both you and wonwoo, who had been sitting on the edge of the playground, quietly beside each other. the younger boy asked why you two were not playing, you both shrugged, and he laughed and just dragged you both out to play with the group. the three of you have been inseparable since.

Gyu was a year younger then wonwoo and you, so you waited until he graduated high school to move to the 'big city' to move in together and pursue your respective dreams. now some years later, you were all well into your dream careers and still living together. now in a bigger apartment, but you couldn't bear to live apart. you've been through almost everything together, from college to multiple jobs to several failed relationships, how could you live apart. so the three of you lived a comfortable cohabitation.

till one day when the boys were out you decided to get a shower while they were gone. one thing about being friends for so long, you got comfortable around each other, some might say too comfortable, but screw them. you rarely showered alone anymore, when one showered, at least one of the other two had to join. especially gyu, he was very clingy and his love language was physical touch. yours was too but sometimes a girl wanted to shower alone. so you had jumped in thinking you had some time before the boys got home, if gyu found out and whined about it you'd promise to buy the top tier meat next grocery trip. but not five minutes into the warm water washing over you, the door to the apartment opened. you sighed as you heard them bustling in and putting away their things.

'noona, nnooooooo', you heard mingyu scream just before he burst in the bathroom door 'your showering without us!'

'gyu please', you exasperated, opening the fogged glass door of the shower and poking your head out, 'we talked about this; every now and then its nice to shower alone. i promise i'll buy that meat you like next time we go out. okay?'

through a pout and crossed arms he nodded and said 'okay, i don't need one anyway'

'why complain then?!' you yelled as you turned back to your shower, and you tried to close the glass door but stopped when you heard the older male.

'i need one' you heard wonwoo pipe up, as he breezed past mingyu, shedding his clothes as he did so, 'i had a workout before gyu got me.'

'really won!' you huffed, as he entered the shower behind you, closing the glass door, mingyu leaving the bathroom with a pout still on his face.

'sorry' wonwoo said, giving you a charming smile that you couldn't resist, with no sense of remorse behind the word.

'its okay' you sighed, as you grabbed your shampoo. wonwoo stepped under the flowing water, soaking his hair and body. as you began to lather the shampoo in your hair. wonwoo took his bottle off the shelf and gave you a look you knew too well.

'you want me to do your hair too?' you said with an annoyed look on your face.

'please, i worked my arms and back today.' he said, flashing you his pretty brown eyes and another sweet smile, you really were whipped for these boys.

you sighed as you took the bottle from his hand. he immediately got into position, getting as close to you without touching fronts, spread his legs to lower his height and placed his hands on your hips to keep himself steady, and leaned his head back. you then began to rub you fingers with the shampoo you had poured onto your hand over his scalp.

with his eyes closed, a relaxed sigh escaped his mouth at your ministrations, you couldn't help the soft smile that graced you lips. as annoying as they could be at times, you loved your boys. maybe more then you would care to admit. even though you grew up together, you had seen the worst and best of each other, the bad and ugly and the growth and shining moments. you also couldn't deny how hot the two of them had become. mingyu had started going to the gym as a stress reliever, and eventually convinced wonwoo to join him. now they were both incredibly buff and combined with their height, they dwarfed you. you could disappear in one of gyus bear hugs, and you'd be happy to.

as they continued to get hotter by the day it seemed, you stayed your chubby self. you had lost a bit of weight since high school, but you were still curvier then you would like, or at least thought you should be. the boys never let you feel bad about your weight, always telling you you're beautiful as you are, your weight doesn't define you, and if someone you dated said anything they'd say those people were stupid and blind for not seeing your beauty or not giving you a chance. you always brushed it off as them being like family, they had to say that. it did help, but you couldn't help the bad thoughts taking over sometimes.

you began to feel conscious of wonwoos hands on you as you thought about this. 'okay rinse' you said, stopping your motions and tapping his shoulder. he stepped back into the pouring water enough to let it wash away the suds but left his hands on your hips. you removed them as you maneuvered the two of you to switch places so you could rinse your hair. he gave you a look you couldn't fully decipher, confusion maybe. but it was gone as fast as it appeared.

you closed your eyes as you leaned your head back into the water. your eyebrows pull together as you run your hands through your hair, wiping away all the shampoo. a slight pout began to rest on your face as you were washing your hair, then suddenly you felt a pair of lips meet yours. you froze, slowly opening your eyes to see wonwoo pull away slightly with a blush creeping up his neck.

'sorry, you looked too cute washing your hair.' he spoke softly, his gentle breaths hitting your face

once you got your bearings again you said 'its okay wonnie, I've actually wanted this.' and you leaned up to return the kiss.

you pulled away for a moment before he chased your lips to close the gap again, pressing a deeper kiss into your mouth along with his body as his arms wrapped around you to hold you close. your hands ran up his arms to meet at the back of his neck, holding his head as you both continued to deepen the kiss further.

you soon began to pull away to just give him pecks as you both tried to speak. 'you also wanted this?' he whispered against your lips to then peck again.

'yes' you said breathless, between kisses, 'but what about gyu?'

'what about him?' he continued to speak through the pecks against your lips, 'he wants you too.'

'wait really?!' you stop your movements trying to look wonwoo in the eye, but he continued kissing around your mouth and jaw.

'yes' he mumbled against your neck, 'we've both wanted you for a while now but didn't want to ruin anything. i guess i couldn't hold back anymore.' he said has he kissed back up your neck and up your face to place some strong and loving kisses to your temple.

'jeon wonwoo you better not be joking with me, i swear i'll kill you both?!' you said with a worried look on your face.

wonwoo laughed as he pulled you into him, burying his face in your neck, 'i'm as serious as a heart attack, sweetheart.' he hugged you tighter and lifted you slightly to get you impossibly closer.

'ohh wonnie i want you both too so much' you said as you hugged him back just as tightly. 'I've even dreamed of it!' you don't know why you blurted out the last part, but you felt wonwoo laugh against you. 'oh really?' he kissed up your neck again 'you'll have to tell us about those dreams.'

you felt your face flush red as he continued to gently laugh and kiss your pink face.

'or you could show us' he whispered in your ear, only causing more blood to rush to your cheeks.

wonwoo came back to your lips, pressing soft kisses to them that quickly got deeper and more heated. his tongue gently prodded your lips, asking for entrance, which you allowed. you continued to make out for a few more moments before you pulled away hurriedly, speaking breathlessly, 'wait, we have to tell gyu!'

'damn i guess we do.' wonwoo said as he left a few more kisses across your face. 'we could also take this to the bedroom and you can show us those dreams.'

you gently slapped his chest and pushed him away as he laughed once again. 'i'm never telling you about my dreams ever again.' he placed one more kiss to the crown of your head before he went into the motions of continuing the shower.

you managed to finish the shower in a half decent amount of time, wonwoo kept trying, and succeeding most times, to give you kisses and heated touches. once you stepped out you both began to towel down, wonwoo did so half hazardly and quickly wrapped the towel around his waist, nearly running out of the bathroom, leaving you still trying to dry your hair. you assumed he went to tell mingyu about you wanting a relationship with the both of them. and you were proven right when you heard gyu yell from the living room.

'really?!' as you heard him scramble from the couch to the bathroom, bursting through the door in record time, and sweeping you up in a hug before you had time to think. the towel you had around you nearly falling off you in the commotion.

'really, noona, really?!!' he rushed out, still holding you tightly, your feet not touching the floor, 'you'll be our girlfriend? really?' his face could almost split in two with the smile he had.

'yes really gyu' you smiled back at him, 'i'll be your girlfriend, yours and wonwoos.'

you didn't have a chance to breath after the last word left your mouth as mingyu crashed his lips against yours. it was rough for a second before he softened and kissed you properly, your laughs muffled by it. you kissed him back, letting the younger take some lead and do what he wanted.

soon enough he was kissing all around your face like an excited puppy, 'really, really noona!?' he spoke between kisses.

'yes really, i said that, pup' you spoke the affectionate nickname as he buried his face into your neck, proving the point of the nickname.

'ohh thank you.' he spoke, muffled by your neck.

'and she's dreamed of this and would like to show us what those dreams were like in the bedroom.' wonwoo said as he came up behind you, sandwiching you between the two tall men. you gave him a half hearted angry look.

as you realized your situation you said half jokingly, 'well some of them were kinda like this.' you gestured to the way the two hugged you between them.

'oh really?' mingyus voice deepened, an eyebrow raised, and the look on his face darkened.

you gulped as you looked back and forth to the two expectant faces looking at you. you realized you had a long night ahead of you.

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through heated kisses and touches shared amongst the three of you, you ended up in mingyus room. he had the biggest room and biggest bed. gyu was behind you and peppering kisses all over your neck and shoulders. a groan left his lips as he stepped away from you. he was going to prepare the bed and strip himself. you wanted to ask where he was going but wonwoo demanded your attention. your mouths were tangled in a sloppy mess, making out like you would never be able to kiss him again if you separated.

you were separated from him though, by mingyu, who captured your lips and wrapped his arms around you, trapping you against his naked and hot body. wonwoo quickly got undressed and crawled into the bed, propping himself against the headboard and spread himself for the two of you when you were ready. he began lazily stroking his semi-hard cock, watching you and mingyu heavily make out and touching each other.

he soon got tired of just watching and spoke up 'hey c'mon gyu share her and come over here.'

gyu abruptly stopped all movement and turned you around, your back against his hard chest. he wrapped an arm across your chest to hold you to him.

'your so impatient wonwoo.' he said in a sultry tone, pressed to your face, 'i wanna play with her, and tease her a bit. she left us hanging for so long, we should take our time with her.'

mingyu began slowly running the hand not holding you down your plump chest, over your squishy tummy, and through the slit of the towel. his fingers tantalizingly lightly brushed over the skin he exposed. goose bumps rose on your skin as you let out a whine. mingyu just chuckled in your ear as his fingers dipped even lower, brushing over your mound. he moved oh so achingly slow as you felt your pussy throb and nearly start dripping from how turned on and wet you were getting.

he just barely reached where you wanted him, fingers just barely brushing over your folds. the whimpers you let out at just that were absolutely shameful.

'please, mingyu, please.' you nearly sobbed

you heard both boys let out a humourless laugh, enjoying how pathetic you were becoming so quickly.

mingyu then suddenly let go of you, you whimpered at the loss of his heat and your knees nearly let go beneath you. his hands were on you again just as quickly, ripping the towel off of you leaving you completely bare and exposed for the two to ogle. you enjoyed the way they drank you in but you were desperate for their touch. you shivered, causing your breasts, and tummy, to jiggle a little.

wonwoo took in a sharp breath watching them gently bounce, he couldn't wait to get his hands and mouth on them. he moved to the edge of the bed, to pull you into between his knees. his hands gently slid up your waist and up to your breasts. he held them from underneath as his thumbs began to swipe over your pert nipples. you both let out satisfied sighs as he did so.

as wonwoo continued to play with your boobs, gyu gently began caressing down your sides to your hips. he then knelt behind you and began running his fingers up your legs. he was kissing along your waistline, his hands quickly reaching the front of your thighs and ghosting over your mound. a finger found the wet patch and you could feel the smile on his lips that were pressed to your hip.

'your so soaked for us honey, do we affect you this much?' he spoke into the dip of your back.

wonwoos eyes, that had been intently focused on your boobs and his hands playing with them, looked down to where mingyu was delicately running a finger over your slit. your wetness made you pussy shine and you were nearly dripping. when you looked down to see as well, you noticed wonwoos member standing tall, leaking, and twitching, a sign of just how much you also affected him.

'ohh wonnie' you breathed out as you reached for his painful looking cock. he let out a gentle gasp as your hand wrapped around the glistening head. he leaned back on his elbows to watch you work. you slowly run your fingers down the underside of his shaft and admired the way his stomach and thighs twitched and tightened. you continued to work your fingers up and down his length, increasing you grip and speed consistently.

meanwhile gyu watches from behind your hip, still ghosting along your slit. but mesmerized by your tiny hands on wonwoos delicious cock. an idea emerged in his head. he then quickly stood while scooping you up by your thighs, you let out a yelp as you left the ground.

'move up hyung' he demanded to wonwoo. won complied and scooched further in the bed. mingyu then placed you on top of wonwoo, your knees encasing his hips.

'ride him, pretty.' he whispered into your ear.

you moved quickly to follow his instructions. you placed one hand on wonwoos chest and the other lined his cock up to your awaiting hole. you slowly teased the tip at your entrance, slowly sinking down. you began to moan as you feel him deliciously stretch you open. although you've had sex before, it was increasingly obvious that these two would be the biggest you've had. as you were slowly sinking and adjusting to wonwoo, mingyu had climbed onto the bed behind you, you could feel mingyus hard length rub against your back, the size you could guess from the feeling, would need lots of prep, so you were glad you got to take wonwoo first.

once wonwoo was fully sheathed inside you, you sat there taking a few deep breaths. you were feeling overwhelmed both by his size and just the sheer idea that this was happening. you had dreamed of having the two of them many times, used images of them you've seen of them naked to masturbate to many times, afraid they would hear you but also wishing they would and come take you like you wanted. you were living the dream. this was crazy. you let out a breathy laugh.

'whats funny, noona?' mingyu whispered in your ear.

'i just cant believe this is happening.' you spoke softly, almost as if to not break the moment.

'you can have us anytime you want now, kitten.' the playful nickname gained new meaning in this situation.

'i cant believe you haven't moved yet,' wonwoo whined beneath you, his hands gripping your hips so tightly there were definitely going to be bruises tomorrow, he was beginning to sweat and was clearly doing his best to control himself, 'please move or do something sweetheart.'

with that you began to gently roll your hips, both of you let out a sigh of relief, that quickly turned into moans of pleasure. you planted your hands on his chest to help yourself to start moving up and down his shaft. he also helped by lifting you along with the pace you set. he obviously wanted more but was letting you adjust and take your time. your pleasure was quickly building. you hadn't been with someone this big before, and he reached places you didn't know were possible. every stroke felt like heaven, he rubbed your gummy walls so well. you noticed him helping to lift you, and you became self conscious.

you began to slow down as you asked 'am i too heavy won? i shouldn't be on top.' you began to move off him when his grip tightened and he pulled you down on him, making him hit deeper then before, however that was possible you don't know, and you let out a squeal, butterflies going crazy in your stomach, you almost came right then and there.

'don't you fuckin dare go anywhere, pretty. your perfect,' he growled out, 'i need to see you bounce on me and i need to cum in that perfect lil pussy. let me take over, yeah?'

you sat there in shock, mouth hung open, as you'd never heard something so vulgar come out of your sweet wonwoos mouth. you gave a small nod in answer to his question. he quickly got to work and mingyu moved to the side to watch and give him room. he planted his feet on the bed and adjusted his grip on your ass. he lifted you up just enough and began to pound into you. you fell forward with the force but caught yourself on his shoulders. your boobs bouncing beautifully in wonwoos face, he couldn't be happier. he grunted with the effort but he quickly began to moan and whine, his climax quickly approaching.

'are you close, baby? wanna cum with you.' he spoke between moans, his breathing getting heavier.

'yes, yes just a bit more.' you whined out. you got to your elbows, engulfing wonwoo in your neck and breasts, you could feel his smile widen. you began to roll your hips to stimulate your clit against his pubic bone. your whines became higher in pitch, indicating just how close you were.

'yes, i'm cumming, yes, yes.' you cried out as a blinding orgasam washed over you. you continued to moan and whine as wonwoos hips became sloppy and he painted your walls white. your orgasam lasted longer then expected and your hips continued to move along wonwoos. he continued to move with you to help you ride it out. his arms wrapped around your middle to hold you close.

you slowly stopped and collapsed on top on him. your whole body going limp, you felt like you had run a marathon, almost everything ached. you panted into the side of wonwoos face as he rubbed up and down your back and sides. he rubbed his cheek against yours as he laughed. he then peppered kisses over your face, where he could reach.

'you seem exhausted, sweetheart, what about mingyu?' he softly spoke, brushing hair off your forehead that stuck there from the sweat.

you groaned, making your body tense and your pussy tighten, which still had a semi hard wonwoo seated in it. he took in a sharp breath. he moved to remove himself from you, he was far too sensitive.

'sorry won,' you apologized to him, 'and i'm sorry gyu, i dunno if i have the energy. i've never really been on top, others always said i was too heavy, its more work then i thought.' you huffed out, still catching your breath.

'they're stupid.' both boys spoke together. you laughed and tried to move off wonwoo, but your limbs were jelly.

'well i was hoping to have you sit on my face but if you don't have the energy to sit i can eat you out laying down.' mingyu said as he easily lifted you off wonwoo and laid you down amongst the pillows.

'what? no you need to get off too, what'll you do?' you said panicked, somehow his pleasure being your only concern.

'ohh i'll be fine noona.' he whispered as he caged you to the bed, elbows by your shoulders his hands caressing your head, the front of his thighs pressing against the back of yours where he had placed himself between your spread legs, his large leaking cock just resting on your tummy, his large frame looming over you. you were both slightly frightened by his size but also immensely turned on. he was a gentle giant, he couldn't hurt a fly, but he was certainly big enough to scare off anyone. your heartbeat began to quicken once again, your breathing becoming shallower. his eyes roamed over you like you were a prize, they were filled with love and a hungry lust. his smile widened as he leaned down to kiss along your face, leading to your lips. you kissed back feverishly as your hands came up to his sides to run along his ribcage and up to his shoulders. he twitched away from your touch and giggled as your fingers tickled him. you pressed your fingers more firmly into his skin so as to not tickle him again.

you continued your heated kisses as your arms came to wrap around his shoulders. your legs also came up to wrap around his waist and pull him closer. he lowered himself to press against you but still didn't fully put all his weight on you. the position he was in allowed you to feel just how deep his cock could get. just above your belly button, only a little bit deeper then wonwoo. your hips started to move on their own, trying to gain some friction and maybe get him to move as well, maybe move into you. you felt so empty since wonwoo slipped out and gyu would fill you up even more, despite your exhaustion you desperately needed him.

'no, no, sorry noona, i think you need a bit more practice till you can take me, you could barely handle wonwoo hyung.' he spoke softly as he kissed down your face and neck, moving lower and lower, 'i'm gonna make you cum on my tongue and you can have me next time maybe.'

he left open mouthed kisses along your chest, lapping at your breast until he reached a nipple, sucking it into his mouth harshly and laving his tongue over the pert bud. you let out a deep moan and grabbed his hair. his fingers pinched and played with the other nipple, as his other hand roamed your tummy and hip. he groped and squeezed the ample flesh, letting out a groan muffled by the breast that occupied his mouth.

he detached from your boob to speak breathlessly between them, 'your so fuckin perfect noona, please keep your body as it is, i love it so much, we both love every inch of you so much.' he groaned again as he messily made his way to the other nipple, suckling just as harshly. his hips twitched forward trying to find some friction but his lower half was too far from yours, so he just humped the air pathetically. it was cute.

'come on pup, take what you want.' you panted out, more whines falling from your lips as he began to kiss, lick, and bite down your stomach.

once he reached where you both wanted him, he laid flat on his stomach and brought your thighs to rest on his shoulders. his hands fell to your hips, his thumbs rubbing reassuring circles into them. he gave a devilish smile before diving down to kiss down your lower lips. his nose nudged you open as his tongue began to lick and prod at your hole. one hand found his hair again, the other reached for his hand. he quickly locked your fingers together. his gentle prodding quickly got rougher as he became lost in your pussy.

you moaned out from the pleasure, your hips moving at their own accord, rolling into his face to gain more friction. his arm moved to hold your hips down, as he wanted to do all the work. and work he did, his tongue expertly fucking your used hole, gladly lapping up the mixture of yours and wonwoos earlier releases. his nose bumping your clit, giving you just the slightest stimulation but you wanted more. you began to writhe in his strong grasp, your moans turning to whines.

'please my pretty puppy, i need more.' you let out through gasps.

he looked up at you from where he was, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. he smiled against your dripping cunt before moving up and harshly sucking your clit between his lips. he suckled and lapped so expertly and quickly, you jolted from the pleasure and began moaning louder then before. another blinding orgasam was rushing right for you. as much as you tried to move, mingyus grip was stronger. as your cries began to crescendo as they had before he let go of your hand, bringing those fingers to fuck into your hole, his other hand moving to press on the front of your mound, moving both sets of fingers to add more pleasure.

before you could think about what he was doing, your orgasam crashed into you. you saw stars as you squealed out, more high pitch moans followed. through the electricity in your nerves your felt more fluid rushing out of you then there should be. he had made you squirt, something you'd only done twice before and only by your own self pleasuring. you realized now why he had done what he did. you'd seen it a few times in porn but didn't really believe it. mingyu had made you squirt, your first time with him. and he seemed to love it. he continued to feverishly lap at your folds, trying to drink up all your release, wanting to not waste a drop. he was also groaning into you, his hips stuttering into the mattress. he got off on it, fuck that was hot.

'gyu, baby, that's enough. please.' you said as you tried to push his head away, but again his grip was too strong.

'i can do it again, let me do it again.' he slurred out, he was so clearly pussy drunk and wanted so much more.

'please i cant handle another, your too good, i'm too sensitive and exhausted.' you whined as you really tried to get out of his grasp. 'next time you can have more.'

'mingyu, stop.' wonwoo commanded from beside you. he had gently tucked himself against your side, an arm under your head.

mingyu stopped reluctantly, his entire face turning into a pout, a sad puppy. he held eye contact with wonwoo as he tested his limits by giving your lower lips another lick, you cried out bringing his attention to you. tears spilled from the corners of your eyes, you were far to sensitive. when mingyu saw the tears his whole demeanor changed. worry took over his features as he came up to be face to face with you.

'i'm sorry noona, i'm sorry.' he rushed out as he caressed your face and wiped away your tears. 'are you okay?'

'i'm okay, baby, just very sensitive.' you reassured him, bringing your arms around his shoulders and patting his hair. 'you did so good, you both did so good,' you looked between both men, 'almost too good, i've never experienced anything like that before.'

'no one else has made you feel that good?' mingyu asked, a face splitting smile gracing his face, if he had a tail your sure it'd be wagging. the smile was made more ridiculous by your release still shining on his chin, all the way up to his nose. you brought your hand to it to wipe it away. he didn't fully let you, taking your fingers into his mouth to clean them off. then licking around his lips to gather anymore that was left.

he then laid down on top of you, pausing before putting all his weight on you, looking at you for permission. you nodded as you wrapped your tired limbs around him and pulled him onto you. he smiled as he settled into you, molding himself to you. he reached his face to yours to kiss your lips. you gladly kissed back, still tasting yourself on his lips, but that didn't matter.

wonwoo moved to his side, wrapping his other arm around mingyu. he nudged his face into your faces, trying to get in on the kiss. you all giggled as you turned to allow him in, sharing a three way kiss. then you gave each of them a quick kiss, and they gave each other a kiss.

you then lay there, both boys nuzzled into either side of your neck. so warm and happy, you couldn't imagine a better place to be.

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A/N: please feel free to give feedback. this is my first full fic/smut, i'm posting at least, i have several others in the works. literally any feedback is appreciated. thank you for reading and i hope to continue to make fics.

[mountkennedie]

Siren

Prince Caspian x mermaid!reader

Summary: Caspian goes on a late night stroll and gets intercepted by a mermaid

warnings: none

The reader has long hair, other than that, there aren't any character descriptions

A.N. I have been thinking about this so much over the past few months omg

Being a prince, Caspian had many responsibilities. But being a human, he needs to escape from those duties from time to time. What seemed to calm his mind the best was a late night stroll on the coast of Cair Paravel.

Due to the full moon, the sands glitter in a way no gem could ever replicate. He thought the only thing that could compliment the beauty of the sparkling sands was the illuminated water. Just standing there, Caspian felt the stress lifting off his body. The salty sea air was always something he was a fan of. The feeling of its breeze through his hair only made the entire scene that much better.

There were some rocks along the coastline. He would normally not pay them any mind. However, when an unusual sound emitted from them, his head whipped around. His eyes scanned to find a pair looking back at him.

He drew his sword immediately, pointing it at the creature. "Who are you," he questioned. All sorts of things can exist in the lands of Narnia, and anything that would be out at such an hour is one of suspicion. Especially one that already had its eyes set on him.

The creature shied behind the rock. From a different angle, she peered back at him. The moonlight glazed her skin in an ethereal glow, and before the prince realized, he had taken a few steps towards her. "Call me, Y/n."

Her voice was smooth and soft. He felt himself begin to drift away in it. He took yet another step closer, now only a yard or two from the rock she hid behind. With grace and caution, she climbed the large stone until she reached the top. She rested on her forearms, now at eye level with the prince.

Caspian's eyes took in the new view of her. She wore nothing on her upper half, relying solely on her flowing hair to cover her frame. His breath began to shallow, never in his life had the prince seen a woman in such an ease of wardrobe. He used his extensive self-control to bring his focus back to her eyes. And her eyes were another pool to fall into. Everything about this mysterious woman was holding him captive, and he could not figure out why. Nor did he want to put up any resistance.

"And yours?" She spoke once again in a voice of velvet. He almost didn't register that she said anything at all.

"Hmm?" He hummed. In any other context, he knew it would be rude to simply hum instead of coming up with the words to say what he meant. But in this moment, his brain was taking on more and more fog with every second he was near her. He was not focused on being the well-mannered prince as he always was.

The woman smiled, "Your name, dear sailor."

"Oh, yes," his voice was breathy. The smile she provided him only worsened his condition. The fog in his mind had crept to the rest of his body. He hadn't even realized he was up against her rock. "Caspian. And I'm not a sailor, I'm a prince." Every word that he could conjure came spilling from his lips. He wanted her to speak again, smile again, anything. It was astonishing how quickly she had gotten him under her finger.

"A prince." She maintained her smile as she reached a hand out and touched his chest. "I would have thought as much. You wear the finest of leathers." Her hand stayed on his chest. And he made no effort to remove it.

He hummed again in response. He wore a smile on his face that proved how removed he was from sanity. She moved her hand up over his heart, his hand came and met her there. The warmth of his palm sealed her to him.

"Would you like to see the rest of me, dear prince?" She spoke in a whisper. He only nodded in response. She smiled once again and lifted her tail out of the water. She allowed herself to wrap a bit around the rock to make sure the moon made her scales shimmer.

He gasped, and she looked back at him. At first, I was nervous that she had scared him off. But he only stared. His eyes soon traveled back up to hers, and his pupils were completely blown. She knew she had him.

"You are most beautiful," his voice was airy. His breath steadied, and his eyes were trained on hers. With her other hand, she placed it on the right side of his face. He leaned into the touch and, for a moment, allowed his eyes to shut.

"As are you, dear prince."

How it happened was simple. She held onto him as she descended the rock. Held his hand from the shallow water, deeper and deeper. Until the water was too high for his feet to hit the bottom. And before she dragged him to the depths, an idea of mercy came to mind. He was a prince and a handsome one at that. Maybe something could brew between them. So she kissed him and filled his lungs with the new ability to no longer rely on air. Then, drug him down underneath the waves.

[airybcby]

my top artist was deftones and the most listened to song was rosemary

if your top artist was deftones and your most listened to song was rosemary, i'd pair you with...

shidou ryusei

જ⁀♡⊹｡° just stay with me

♡ a/n — for my spotify wrapped event - masterlist -

♡ content — shidou ryusei x gn! reader, gn! reader, kinda situationship?, insane relationship, heavy on shidou's crazy self

♡ synopsis — shidou ryusei is everything you're afraid of. so why can't you stay away from him?

The apartment felt charged with unspoken energy as you stood by the balcony, staring out at the city lights scattered like stars in the distance. The air was crisp, stinging against your skin, but it wasn’t the cold that made your hands tremble. It was the man standing behind you—Shidou Ryusei—leaning against the doorframe with a lazy smirk, his molten gaze trailing over you like a predator watching its prey.

“You’re quiet tonight,” he murmured, his voice low and laced with amusement. “Thinking about me, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, though you didn’t turn to face him. He had that effect on you—this ability to unsettle, to disarm, as if he thrived on making your pulse race for reasons you could never admit. It wasn’t fair, really. Shidou was chaos incarnate, a storm you knew you shouldn’t step into, but God, didn’t the edge of destruction always feel enticing?

“Not everything is about you,” you replied, your voice steadier than you felt.

He laughed, soft but sharp, like the crackle of electricity in the air before a lightning strike. “Liar.”

The weight of his presence pressed closer, and you felt him step into the cool night air beside you. His hands rested on the balcony railing, fingers brushing yours as if by accident. You flinched at the contact, but Shidou didn’t move away. He never did. He thrived on pushing boundaries, on testing limits—especially yours.

“You don’t have to pretend, y’know,” he said after a moment, his tone quieter now, almost contemplative. “We’re more alike than you think.”

You scoffed at that. “Oh, really? How’s that?”

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly as he looked out over the skyline. For once, his expression lacked its usual mischievous edge, replaced instead by something… softer. “You like the thrill. The unknown. You’re scared of it, but you want it anyway. Just like me.”

You turned to face him then, meeting his gaze fully. His eyes, usually brimming with wild energy, held something deeper tonight—something raw and unguarded. It made your breath hitch, though you quickly masked it with a scoff.

“You think you’ve got me all figured out, huh?”

“I don’t need to,” he replied, leaning closer. His voice dropped to a whisper, barely audible over the hum of the city below. “I can feel it. You and me, we’re not meant to be with normal people. We need each other.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, the weight of his words settling over you like a heavy, intoxicating fog. Shidou always knew exactly what to say to unravel you, to chip away at the walls you’d built to protect yourself from him. Because no matter how much you tried to deny it, he was right.

There was something magnetic about him, something you couldn’t resist no matter how dangerous it felt. It was in the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. It was in the way his touch lingered just long enough to leave you aching for more. It was in the way his words, reckless and raw, cut straight to the truth you were too scared to admit to yourself.

“You’re insane,” you muttered, but the tremor in your voice betrayed the conviction you tried to muster.

Shidou grinned, a sharp, predatory thing that sent shivers down your spine. “Maybe. But you’re still here, aren’t you?”

He moved closer, his hand brushing yours again, but this time, he didn’t stop. His fingers intertwined with yours, and you didn’t pull away. His grip was firm, grounding, yet it sent a thrill through you that felt like stepping off the edge of a cliff.

“You’re scared,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate. “But it’s okay. I’ll be here for you.”

Your chest tightened at his words, at the sincerity buried beneath the cocky veneer he wore like armor. It was terrifying, this pull he had on you, the way he could see straight through you and make you feel like you were unraveling from the inside out. But maybe, just maybe, you didn’t want to fight it anymore.

“Shidou,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against your skin as he tilted his head, his lips hovering just above yours. “What’s it gonna be?” he asked, his voice soft but charged with anticipation. “Stay safe, or take the leap?”

Your heart pounded, your mind racing with a thousand thoughts that all led back to him. Shidou Ryusei was chaos, danger, the kind of person who could break you without even trying. But he was also magnetic, irresistible, the only one who made you feel alive in a way that scared you as much as it thrilled you.

And maybe, just this once, you didn’t want to be safe.

You closed the distance between you, your lips crashing into his with a fervor that surprised even you. Shidou responded immediately, his hands gripping your waist as he pulled you closer, as if he couldn’t bear to let you go. The kiss was everything he was—wild, consuming, and utterly unforgettable.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and shaken, he rested his forehead against yours, a satisfied grin tugging at his lips. “Told you,” he murmured, his voice laced with triumph. “You’re just like me.”

Maybe you were. And maybe that was okay.

For now, you let yourself fall.

this was such word vomit, but i love writing for him

i hope you liked it!

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

[moon7jay]

Okay- I kinda need you to elaborate more on Jay wanting to have a chubby girlfriend cause HNGGGG I LOVE THAT THOUGHG SO MUCH! Please 🙏🥺

ofc anon<33

You would literally be his comfort person. everytime he's stressed he needs your body close to grope and feel. Especially your boobs. Expect them to be used as de stressing balls :>

loves to spoil u with dresses. He knows your exact measurements without ever measuring u and that's something u love about him , he just knows things about u and ur body without explicit explanation.

"fucked u so many times, got u measured with the span of my palms"

Almost always ends up fucking u in the changing room of the stores he takes u to cuz you're just too hot to resist, the way the dress looks on your curves has him straining in his pants

The type to say "you're my warm up weight baby" when u try to talk your way out of sitting on his lap or face. Manhandles u in all sorts of positions to prove his point

Obsessed with smacking your ample curves. Just expect to be smacked and groped everytime u pass by him or are in his vicinity. Smirks shamelessly when u glare at him looking adorable as fuck (his words not mine)

Also expect to get scolded if u ever bring up ur insecurities cuz he's not having it.

"You're just a little more for me to fuck, in all the right places, it drives me fucking crazy"

The type to squeeze and kiss your tummy while fucking u, just loves groping your soft flesh so much. It gets him hot and heavy in his pants at the sweet noises u make for him everytime he touches and gropes u like a pervert. He IS a pervert. Asks u to squeeze your boobs together and show him when he's away from u and wants to jerk off. Has pictures saved of your sinful body for the sole purpose of rutting into his hands like a horndog at the single thought of you.

The type to STARE. And not just stare stare, he OGLES. fucking u with his eyes before he's pressing himself against your naked body, fucking into u with his throbbing dick. You'd be lying on your stomach, reading your book when suddenly u would look up and catch your boyfriend blatantly checking you out. Just staring shamelessly. You grab a pillow and throw it at him "JAY!"

loves fucking your boobs. Expect a lot of boob fucking cuz he just can't get enough of how hot the sight is.

Also the type to nibble on your body. Like nibble. Ppl are worried about hickies on neck, you on the other hand have to worry about the purple love bites all over your body. Most days u look like u have been mauled by an animal. U suppose it is true cuz jay's nothing short of an animal when it comes to u in bed. Just biting and sucking every inch of your exposed flesh that is within his reach.

He NEVER fucks u with clothes on. NEVER. He needs to be pressed skin to skin against u, flesh rubbing against flesh is a must for him for him to be satisfied. Needs your naked soft body rubbing against his own, needs it more than he needs air. That's why loves shower sex. Just wet and naked lust, steamy sex fogging up the glass doors, hot slippery bodies gliding against each other, chasing carnal pleasure.

LOVES munching on your cheeks, biting and nibbling on them randomly. Especially during make outs, thinks you're adorable as fuck and it makes him want to eat u more. Does eat u literally. Tongue buried in your pussy, head buried between your thick thighs, fingers kneading your ass while he's at it

"so adorably pretty ,makes me wanna take a bite out of u baby"

Never stops complimenting u. Never stops reminding u that you're his everything. Doesn't ever let u go on diets

"I don't wanna lose even a little bit of u"

Also please let him cook for u, nothing makes him more happier than cooking for u. he is so in love with u, he would give u the world if u just asked for it.

a/n: I'm so mad there's only one Jay in this world like how is that fair

[leejenowrld]

If y/n took an everything shower, what would her steps be? What products would she use?

- 🦋

before the shower — the build-up y/n doesn’t plan her everything showers. they happen when she’s tired of herself—when her skin feels dull, when her scalp itches, when she’s been overwhelmed and overstimulated for days. it starts quiet: she lights a candle (always le labo santal 26 or diptyque baies), then stands in her towel for ten minutes scrolling on her phone before she finally peels her clothes off. the bathroom mirror’s fogged before she even steps in. her playlist is soft, clean r&b or french bedroom pop. always flo, brent faiyaz, sabrina claudio, or that one the xx song she never skips.

jeno — always half-invited, never fully resisted during college, jeno made it a habit to “accidentally” need to pee or grab something just as her shower started. it became a joke. “i’m just saving water,” he’d say, already stripping. she gave him rules: no turning her on when she’s exfoliating, no bending her over until she’s rinsed her conditioner. he agreed… and followed them half the time. the other half?

he’d step in behind her while she was bent forward rinsing, cock already hard, soap-slicked hands sliding up her waist as he pressed against her back and whispered, “you smell too good to behave.” she’d sigh. pretend to resist. but he’d slide his cock between her thighs, rutting slow, teasing her pussy while hot water pounded down. and once she whimpered, hips pressing back? it was over.

shower sex — wet, breathless, unrelenting he’d fuck her with her hands braced on the fogged-up tile, hair dripping, water streaming down her back. sometimes he’d keep one hand between her thighs, rubbing slow circles over her clit while he fucked her from behind, thrusts shallow and thick and wet, the sound obscene. other times, she’d straddle him as he sat on the built-in ledge, her thighs burning from the angle but her cunt already clenching around his cock as she rode him slow, heads tilted together, mouths open and wet, their moans lost in the steam.

her pussy would be so slick from the water and his fingers and her own slick that the stretch felt unreal, cock sliding in deep until she was grinding, chasing it, fucking herself down on him while he bit her shoulder to keep from cumming too fast. sometimes he’d push a thumb against her ass and whisper, “you want it there next?” and she’d nod, already wrecked. they’d leave trails of conditioner and cum and sweat on the tile—but they’d clean it together. he’d grab a towel, wipe her thighs, kiss her hips, rinse her legs for her while she caught her breath.

step-by-step everything shower — the real part

scalp care — before getting in, she uses briogeo scalp revival charcoal scrub, massaging it in with a silicone scalp brush. if jeno’s there, he does it for her, strong fingers working slow circles, both of them quiet and soft, her head tilted into him.

shampoo — olaplex no.4 or amika normcore. she shampoos twice. jeno loves rinsing it for her, letting her lean back into him while his fingers drag through her hair.

deep conditioner — olaplex no.5 or kérastase nutritive masquintense. she clips it up with a claw clip and lets it sit. this is when jeno usually gets handsy—when her body’s warm, dripping, focused on nothing.

body scrub — ouai st. barts sugar scrub or frank body original coffee scrub. she exfoliates legs, arms, back—jeno usually takes over, especially her back and thighs. he does it slow. precise. sometimes he moans when he touches her hips.

shaving — billie razor with flamingo foaming gel. she rests her foot on the wall or shelf and always nicks her ankle unless jeno steadies her. once he even knelt and did her left leg for her while she laughed through the steam.

face wash — youth to the people superfood cleanser, massaged in gently. she rinses with cold water. she always gets annoyed when water runs down her elbows. jeno kisses them to make up for it.

final rinse — she lets conditioner out, runs water over every inch, sometimes sitting on the floor for a second just breathing. this is when jeno cradles her, just holds her, the quiet moment before the fog lifts.

post-shower — silk and surrender he grabs the towel for her. always. wraps her in it before she steps out. she sits on the edge of the bed while he towel-dries her hair, presses kisses to her shoulders, dabs her collarbone like she’s breakable. then she lies back and lets him do her lotion.

body lotion — nécessaire or fenty skin butta drop. he smooths it up her thighs, her ass, over her tits, taking his time. sometimes too much. sometimes she moans when he grazes her nipple and he smirks, says, “you said no more.”

body oil — nuxe huile prodigieuse. she presses it into her collarbones, inner wrists, behind her knees.

hair care — olaplex no.7 bonding oil through damp ends. gisou honey-infused leave-in. jeno combs it through with his fingers.

face — laneige cream skin toner, summer fridays jet lag mask, and glow recipe plum plump cream. sometimes she does gua sha. sometimes she forgets and he just watches her glow.

softness after filth jeno always cleans the shower when they’ve made a mess of it. she usually lies there in a towel, thighs still sticky, while he runs water, rinses away suds and sweat and sex. then he climbs into bed, wraps his arms around her and whispers, “you smell too good to sleep now.” she smiles, eyes half-closed, whispering back, “so don’t make me.”

they fall asleep like that—clean, spent, and wrecked in the most loving way possible.

[thelonelyshore-if]

:0 would you please make a magic choice guide? Cause I'd like to max out on my points just because

Absolutely!! Currently the magic choices are a little on the bare-bones end; especially since several of them are route-locked. One of my big ~second draft~ (slash if i get bored someday) goals is to go through and really flesh out choices that gain magic points...

But, for the moment, magic guide under the cut!

PROLOGUE:

(DROWNING)

it's not that easy.

i need to fight this. (monstrous + 1)

please. let me go. (fog-touched + 1)

dying feels so much like dreaming. (clairvoyant + 1)

i won't let death take me. not yet. (necromancy + 1)

i don't want this. take me back. (resistant + 1)

CHAPTER ONE:

(DRIVING W/JAY OR RAVI) In an instant you want to go back to the lake more than you've ever wanted anything.

No--this feels wrong. I don't want this. I need to resist it. (resistant + 1)

My body's trying to tell me something. I embrace it. (fog-touched + 1)

I don't trust this feeling, but I can't resist my own curiosity. (clairvoyant + 1)

(DINER W/BECK & PERRI) Lake monsters and ghosts. This weekend has been full of mysteries, but before you came here, you…

Believed in everything--cryptids, ghosts, aliens. The whole nine yards (monstrous, fog-touched, clairvoyant, necromancy +1)

Believed in some supernatural things, but not everything. (monstrous, fog-touched, clairvoyant, necromancy +1)

Weren't convinced. Consider me a little skeptical. (resistant + 1)

Didn't believe in any of that stuff. It's fun in movies, but it isn't real. (resistant + 1)

CHAPTER TWO:

(JAY/SHELTER ROUTE) Pins and needles prick at the skin of your hand where you're touching him. He whimpers and nudges his head harder against your palm. The world's fallen away completely and you—

Are overwhelmed by the stench of death. (necromancy + 1)

Feel a deep, instinctual fear tear through my chest. (monstrous + 1)

Push away this feeling. I don't want this. Not again. (resistant + 1)

Siphon some of his fear into myself. (fog-touched + 1)

See something I shouldn't. (clairvoyant + 1)

(PRE-CRASH)

"What do you say?" Ravi asks, his lips curling ever so slightly upwards.

I don't know. I don't want to risk it…but it feels inevitable, somehow. (fog-touched + 1)

(CAR CRASH) You're only feet away. You need to act, or you're going to die. The trees draw closer with each second, and you squeeze your eyes closed. Instinct—not like blinding yourself to what's about to happen will stop it. You find yourself envisioning the inevitable crunch of your bones and white-hot shock of pain when—

My body reacts before I have the chance to think. (monstrous + 1)

I reject this, fighting for control with every fiber of my being. (resistant + 1)

A vision of what's about to happen startles me out of it. (clairvoyant + 1)

It's like I'm possessed. Something else stops the car… (necromancy + 1)

I decide to give the fog what it wants. I'll stop trying to leave. (fog-touched + 1)

CHAPTER 3

(TALKING TO CROFT) "There's this kid. Mallory. She remembers the outside. Her parents don't. When I was doing interviews hoping to get out—my research—she told me about watching her fathers forget everything. I write horror. It's my comfort zone. But the way she described it…" Croft exhales, low and shaky.

"Forgetting doesn't sound like the worst thing in the world…" I admit in a small voice. (fog-touched + 1)

(RESIST DOE ROUTE) "Or you can resist. Stay (at the hospital,/with the mortician,/with your little friend,/with your little friend,/with Loveless,) and watch it all burn down. Because it will. The fog always gets what it wants in the end. Even if it has to first gorge itself on your suffering. And, the funny thing? So do I."

As she speaks a vision of ruin unfolds before my eyes. (clairvoyant + 1)

Something whispers a warning in my ear--not here, not with her, it isn't safe. (necromancy + 1)

Anesthetic numbness deadens my senses until all I can see is mist. (fog-touched + 1)

Her reality is not mine, and I will not let this happen. (resistant + 1)

Animal rage blisters beneath my skin. I stumble to my feet, furious, snarling. (monstrous + 1)

[ctheathy]

Representative of Power

Secret History Tails x Reader

NSFW Oneshot

Author's note: I can't believe these fics are the only ones I somehow manage to finish, I swear ☠️ I'm gonna have to get my motivation going again.

Potential ⚠️ TWs⚠️ :

Both reader+character are of legal age or aged-up for obvious reasons in this post!

This is a smut fic, read at own risk. dom!Reader+sub!SH Tails • Dry humping • Use of the term ‘mommy’ but gender is not specified otherwise • Climax mentioned • Tails being vocal

Tails was so overwhelmed.

He wanted you to be proud of him. But as soon as you turned around to leave and allow him to rest? he couldn’t fight the urge anymore: He needed you. Tails didn’t even hesitate, he just lunged forward out of the bed and pushed his body up against yours, ramming your back into the nearby wall. He wanted to be closer, so much closer... He wanted to know what it felt like to be used. All the time he couldn’t talk to you, was all the time he wanted to touch you...

You couldn't help but let out a gasp as he practically launched himself at you, pinning and cornering you into a wall. But despite your shock, you managed to keep a grin on your face. You raised an eyebrow, letting out a faint laugh as you spoke out to your fox partner, putting your hands on his chest to create a little bit of distance.

“Ah... Do you need anything?”

At that moment, Tails could smell your hair. It smelled very… attractive, and familiar. The mobian’s legs went weak as he was close to you. And especially when you rubbed your thumbs on hi, Tails’ face flushed up. He felt so weak and so comfortable in your presence… As if he could literally die of happiness in your arms.

“More…”

He whispered softly, as his eyes widened while staring at you. He needed more.

“more?” You repeated in a tone of question, cocking your head to the side with your smirk expanding a little. “i'm gonna need you to elaborate, my sweet, sweet boy” Your voice rang through the room along with a snicker, directly confirming that you were playing dumb and hard to get, but you had still tried to keep it cool nonetheless. Your fingertips began teasing the fur on his chest, pressing through the coat and circling around on his hot flesh.

Tails let out a small, but loud moan of pleasure as his body was being massaged by your sneaky fingers. He was so turned on right now. And it was the most confusing sensation to him. He felt so wrong for wanting you right now, but he couldn’t even try to resist.

“More, mommy...” Tails whispered. He wanted you to know how good he felt, especially when he said “mommy.” Resulting in you letting out a little ‘hmm’ for joy, smirking to yourself as you leaned in a little. You stuck out your tongue, placing your arms around his shoulders in order to keep him in place. It was quiet other than his heavy breaths, fogging up the place as he panted like a dog.

Though without warning, you pressed your bottom onto his with how close they were, teasing him even further. “like this~?” you purred out, as you grinded your hips onto his lower half, knowing he couldn't do a damn thing about it. And as expected, he once again let out a loud moan as you grinded your body on him.

You were playing this game with him, and he didn’t want to waste any opportunity he had. And so... he grabbed your hips and pinned you down against the wall, and began moving his hips slowly and rhythmically against yours, all the while biting away at his bottom lip.

“sweetheart, you're grinding on me...” you silently muttered, your free hand traveling towards the back of his head, caressing through his fur and reaching his scalp with your fingertips. You weren't necessarily uncomfortable by this outcome, rather just... amused. You ignored the moan that left him as you looked up from your pinned position. “You're going through... it ...aren't you? Do you need some help? Or are you just gonna dry hump me?”

you questioned with a hint of sarcasm and another snicker, not minding the fox in rut. A loud moan leaving his mouth as he heard your question with the obvious taunt. Your fingernails traced across his head, teasing him in the process as you gave him the exact same cocky grin.

“I don’t need help…”

He whispered in between his moans, feeling so humiliated. You were calling him out on something he was still confused about. Your words were also so teasing and he wanted to get back at you. His eyes were locked onto yours, along with his teeth gritting. He moved his hips even faster, getting desperate with the overwhelming sparks he felt in his lower region.

Which only made you snort in response, raising an eyebrow. “oh? You're trying to tell me that you don't require some help, hmm~?” you spoke out in a tone of sass and doubt as your fingers traced all over his body, now getting him even more bothered on purpose. From his shoulders, to his back, to his chest... You were all over him. And before he knew it, you gave him one single grinding movement of your own once again, allowing the warmth of your hips to get to him. And knowing a hopeless mess like Tails would do anything for the sensation at this point.

The moment you gave him that grinding movement, Tails let out a loud and long moan of pleasure that felt so good... His eyes widened and he took a deep breath in. He then moved his hips up and down rapidly and roughly against yours, and his grunts were loud. His teeth were gritting tightly, but in between the loud grunts he was making, he managed to call out to you.

“I don’t need help…!”

However, he still was looking up at you with those desperate puppy eyes... And your smirk just grew a little at that as you backed up, shrugging before you put your hands on his shoulders, pushing him backwards. “If you say so~”

You spoke out in a careless manner, before you yanked his hands off of you. “have fun with your itty bitty problem on your own then. Since you don't need help” your words being cold yet sly, which noticeably made him let out a pathetic growl in response. It were his words, not yours. He'd have to choose between his pride or you.

Tails was so turned on right now, that for a moment he started to get angry. But he couldn’t stay angry with you for too long. He was simply… overwhelmed by his love and lust. And he also still wanted to make you proud, so he simply…

Swallows his pride.

He went to you with a more gentle approach as he laid his head on your shoulder, and spoke softly.

“I need you to help me… mommy…”

This was it. Your shit eating grin reappeared on your face but there was also a hint of softness to it. You were practically melting. You leaned in with your head to the point you were right near him. You blew into his ear and he could feel the warmth of your breath on him, along with hearing a small giggle of amusement. Your free hand went over to caress the back of his neck, moving it up and down as you looked at him with prying eyes

“aww...~ good boy~” you spoke in your best and sweetest tone yet

Tails couldn’t even take it anymore. His breathing was fast, his heart was pounding, and his face was bright red with the drool leaking down his lips. And as you spoke those sweet words to his ear, he let out a vocal whine of pleasure, with his body just collapsing on your shoulder.

He was ready to beg for more. He didn’t even care about anything anymore. The fox just wanted you... your simple grip on him making him shiver with ease, as you held onto him in order to keep him balanced. And in order to reward him, you deeply pressed your bottom onto his groin area once again, returning the sensation in one go. The heat of your body temperature from down there making it so much more difficult for him to handle. Making it even worse so when you began rubbing yourself up and down on him.

Tails began to feel a heaviness on his pelvis... And the moment he felt it, he completely lost himself, he couldn’t handle it anymore. All the priority to keep his pride in check going straight out of the window. You could notice him getting wetter and wetter as time went on, indicating that he was close... feeling his fluids going right through your clothing, along with him becoming more whiny... more needy for anything. With him becoming especially vocal by you gently trying to ease him into it.

“You're doing so well, sweetheart...~” you complimented with a grin, before you sped up the pace of grinding your crotch against his. Keeping a steady grip on him and making sure he wouldn't fall onto the floor just like that, allowing him to rest on your body. You guided his head towards your chest as you put your chin onto his head, flattening his bangs. All while continuing to thrust your hips onto him, making him completely soak.

Tails rested his imbalance on your body, his face buried in your cleavage. He couldn’t handle how soft you were, it felt so amazing... And as you started to thrust your hips onto his, his body went weak, and he just started to moan and drool. He wanted this so much… But, he was getting so close to the limit, so he was holding back as much as he could.

But you were not having that... Making him gasp out and whimper as you grabbed him by the chin, forcing him to look up at you. You pressed your thumb on his chapped lips, making him let out yet another small moan.

“Shh...~ it's okay, sweetie. Will you release your tension for mommy~?” you murmured, keeping his groin pressed up against you and making him shake in his boots. Making a desperate attempt to make small rubbing motions on your body, but you sure kept him in line. And it was clear your plan was working with how moist he was getting himself, his fur now all sticky and wet...

He was so close, he couldn’t resist it anymore. He pressed his legs together as the warm feeling of you was beginning to make his body reach its peak. And he was so sensitive down there, and the wetness… Oh, God. It was so pleasureable. And just like that… he gave in.

“M…m…” He was so shy… “Mommy...” He whispered in a muffled voice, trying to hide his face in your chest. “good boy...~” you just gave him that last tiny push as you held him by his rump, before grinding him on you instead of the other way around. Pushing him against you deeply as you thrusted back in return, creating an even higher sensation than before. The two were like two connected puzzle pieces, and you knew this was really the last thing he'd need before releasing...

And as soon as you made your move, his eyes widened, and he started moaning really loud. His legs went weak, and he started kicking and trembling a little. He still tried to hold back, but, he couldn’t any longer: all his energy got drained immediately as his eyes rolled back, and he started to melt… like a mess. His fluids began to drip.

And as he did, his whole body went slack. You could literally see him go from mischievous and proud to weak and submissive. His body went all soft, and he melted all over you. The mess of fluids that dripped from the two of you was just… so perfect. He couldn’t even speak. He literally lost all of his words as he laid in shame.

Tails would do anything for you...

You gave a huge grin as he came undone and laid out like it was the end of the world. You took a tiny step back but made sure to still hold onto him so he wouldn't collapse, giving his arms a tiny squeeze. He was an absolute wreck. Tears were pouring down his face, with sweat stains visible, and drool was leaking out of the corners of his mouth. And don't even get me started on the festival down there. He looked like he just stepped out of a pond. And this only made it better for you.

Your little fingers massaged over his arms as you pampered him by giving these little kisses all over his face, seemingly not grossed out by the bodily fluids on his face. You even went out and gave him a smooch right on his mouth, allowing his leaking saliva to enter yours.

Tails was just so… humiliated. But he was so used to you having power over him in these private situations. He felt so much shame, but he felt so much love for you, simultaneously. Because you were the one who made him feel this way. And he knew he loved that. So… he was so glad that you found pleasure in his desperation. His body felt the best it ever did. He wasn’t just dripping, he was flowing. And he was completely yours... but...

You didn't seem to be done.

Right before he even got to say anything, you now pushed him against the wall instead, not allowing him the slightest bit of space. You balanced on one of your feet as you tilted up your other leg, right before pressing your knee right onto him again, almost making him choke and gasp out for air once again. Slowly beginning to give more pressure down there.

His legs immediately folded under him as you pushed your knee against his groin. Tails’ whole body went limp, his eyes rolling slightly. His eyes were locked onto your, and he could feel his mouth watering. Your grip on him increased, and he looked like you were playing with him. This time he wouldn’t be able to resist any of this… And he’d be your little pet again. This was just the beginning.

Your mouth went up to his throat as your teeth nipped him, taking his skin in between your side teeth right before letting it slip again, teasing him. Your weight leaned on him as you got into his personal space, the pressure of your knee making him feel turned on again... making him just as sensitive as before while you pressed him in between yourself and the wall, feeling his previous release drip down from your clothing.

You were so careful and gentle with both his mind and body. Tails being all wet like before, then you simply nibbling on his neck and then the heat of your body making him feel so relaxed, he felt like your own little toy. And he loved the fact that he belonged to you. The amount of pleasure he could feel… was unmatched. His hips began to move ever so slightly, which didn't go unnoticed by you.

The fact that he was trying to grind himself against you again was honestly one of the most pathetic sights you've ever witnessed, but you didn't mind. In fact, you were willing to give him a little gift for being so good before. You stood on your tippy toes and went over towards his ear, your breath audible to his senses making his twitch. You gave him one single grinding movement before stopping and whispering something in his ear..

“Go all out with your rut, my little beast~ I'm all yours~” you purred with a chuckle, giving him permission to what he wanted as you began biting at his left ear. You were still gonna take the lead, but you wanted to see just how much he'd do when given the chance to. How much control he'd lose over himself...

Just the feeling of permission from you was so strong for Tails. The moment you blew your breath against his ear, he couldn’t help but moan a little. And that was when he truly started to turn savage with his movements. His body became aggressive and animalistic. He started to moan and pant and he started to thrust rapidly and rough against you. This wasn’t just about him anymore though… It was about him and you. And you held complete control.

You had never heard the boy so vocal before, but you found amusement in how he was practically behaving like a wild animal for you. The mobian had no filter left anymore. Despite your silence in the duration of the act, the desperation on his face and the inhuman noises he was releasing made it much more enjoyable than you thought it would.

You both knew you were absolutely dominating over him the whole time he was going crazy on you, but the feelings he felt… were completely mutual. But at this point, his need to give you the satisfaction felt so strong that he was just giving into you completely. Tails started to cry out loudly with tears running down his face, and not caring that this made it even more arousing for you. He wanted to do everything for you.

And he was basically a vivid representation for your power over him.

[silentsneezes]

2.5k v/iktor sickfic because i’m insufferable — j/ayvik (of course)

cw: brief mentions of v/iktor’s eating habits & chronic illness. not too much sneezing, more whump focused. a little coughing

Falling back into his reclusive habits, Viktor has hidden himself away in his apartment for the past few days, even refusing Jayce’s company. It’s not uncommon for him to do so when he’s ill, much preferring to ride it out alone. That is, until he started seeing Jayce. As easy as it is to rot in bed all day, comfortable in his solitude, part of him aches for Jayce’s touch. He knows Jayce is a caretaker at heart, and that he’d be by Viktor’s side in an instant if requested. But Viktor is not one to ask for help, nor is he one to accept it.

He dodges Jayce’s calls, a sense of guilt swelling in his chest as he receives voicemail after voicemail from his partner, his lover. Part of him reasons that he should just pick up the phone and call Jayce, if only to give him some peace of mind. Except his voice is raw and strained, his throat aching with every swallow. He can’t quite muster up the energy to reach out, but that doesn’t stop him from picturing Jayce pacing the lab anxiously, too distracted to focus on their work with his partner absent. With his rising fever, Viktor stubbornly turns himself over in bed, facing the window nearest him rather than staring at the phone on his nightstand.

Without meaning to, Viktor falls back into fitful sleep, his mind lingering somewhere between unconsciousness and the dulling fog of a high fever. He wakes around an hour later, having heard the door of his bedroom click open. Reluctantly, he repositions himself, feeling exhausted even at such a small movement. His arms tremble as he pushes himself upright, wincing at the tight tension of his bum leg.

“V?” Jayce’s voice breaks the silence softly, causing Viktor to look over towards the door. The last thing he’d suspected was for Jayce to show up unannounced, and he feels a rush of irritation at his brazen invitation into his home.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” Viktor snaps, his voice crackling due to the phlegm sitting painfully in the base of his throat.

“I did knock… twice,” Jayce replies, his lips curling into a frown at Viktor’s frustration. He isn’t entirely surprised by his partner’s snappish tone, knowing how he tends to get when he’s sick. It doesn’t lessen the slight hurt at being so easily discarded. After all, he only wants to help.

Jayce moves closer to Viktor’s bedside, resisting the urge to initiate physical touch and instead deciding to gauge Viktor’s mood before broaching his space, “How are you feeling?”

Viktor’s brows knit together in subtle warning: he’s not ready to accept any aid, especially one so suddenly shoved into his presence, “I would feel better had you warned me of–”

Jayce interrupts, quick to defend himself, though seeming apologetic, “I did. I called to let you know I was coming, but you didn’t pick up… again.”

Viktor glances over at the phone once again, silently cursing himself for not having realized. He must’ve slept through its ringing, not that he would’ve answered anyways.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Jayce continues apologetically, rubbing the nape of his neck as he stands awkwardly beside Viktor’s bed, keeping a few feet of cautious space between them, “I just… I was worried.”

Viktor raises a hand, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tries to push down the snappish retort that nearly slipped out. Why did Jayce have to make it so difficult to be annoyed? His nervousness is almost tangible, clearly treading carefully in approaching the sick man. God, those puppy dog eyes aren’t doing Viktor any favors either.

An unspoken silence hangs in the air, only filled with the gentle ruffling of the curtains; Viktor had left one window partially open after having a hot flash. Once again, Jayce breaks the stillness, “I brought you soup. Caldo De Pollo, my mom’s recipe.”

Viktor blinks, now noticing the container held in one of Jayce’s hands. How he hadn’t noticed before, he wasn’t sure, his usually astute observation lessened by fever. He pushes himself further into a sitting position, careful not to move too quickly. Still, his body aches from his muscles to his bones: a dull, continuous pulse working its way through his sore limbs.

Jayce watches, wishing he could offer Viktor help. After all, he could easily lift Viktor upright– between his strength and Viktor’s weight, it wouldn’t be difficult. Except he knows not to. He understands that Viktor is capable of doing so on his own, but he also knows it would be less painful had his partner just allowed a little help. He waits, biting his tongue and averting his gaze slightly so as to not rush Viktor.

Once Viktor is comfortably seated– as comfortable as he can be, at least– he extends a hand, silently permitting Jayce full entry. Jayce lets out a small breath of relief, immediately closing the distance between them and setting the soup on the nightstand. Even though Viktor is the one with the cold, Jayce looks terrible as well, prominent bags beneath his eyes. Evidently, he hasn’t done much besides worry over his partner the past few days.

Viktor swallows his guilt, letting Jayce take his hand and rub his thumb gently along its backside, “I am… sorry. For worrying-” Viktor’s voice catches in his throat, ducking into his elbow with a sudden, chest rattling cough. Jayce is quick to place a hand on his back, gently tracing circles along his shoulder blades as Viktor hunches forwards.

Once the coughing fit subsides, Jayce murmurs, “Mi dios,” in worry, slipping into his native tongue without second thought. “Hold on, I’ll be right back” and with that, he leaves the room. Viktor doesn’t bother replying, just slumping back against the bed’s headboard and attempting to catch his breath. His eyes are left teary in the aftermath of the fit, his throat raw and painful with every breath. He listens to the soft thump thump thumping of Jayce’s footsteps through his small apartment. Despite his initial annoyance, he’s relieved to be in the company of his lover, even in such a downtrodden state.

Jayce returns a moment later with a glass of water, handing it to Viktor, who reluctantly mumbles, “thank you,” before taking a sip. The liquid does little to soothe his burning throat, forcing him to wince and sputter slightly as he attempts to swallow it down.

“Viktor, you should’ve-” Jayce starts, a hand running through his own hair to occupy his nerves, but he’s interrupted with a quick inhale from Viktor– “hhH” – followed by a hastily stifled, “hhNGSXzch’hh!”

“Salud,” Jayce murmurs. He frowns as Viktor’s nostrils flare, signaling that he’s not done. Sure enough, a second, “hhH’KSXchh!” slips out, caught against the sick man’s palm. He cringes at the slight spray cast upon his skin, not having stifled the second expulsion in time.

“Bless you,” Jayce’s voice is soft and low, but there’s an obvious concern tensing his expression, his brows knit together slightly in worry. Viktor sniffs wetly, brushing his pointer finger against his septum where moisture is beginning to collect. Noticing the clear sheen left on his partner’s finger, Jayce searches through his pockets for a handkerchief, offering it to Viktor a moment later.

The fabric is soft and expensive, folded neatly with Jayce’s initials clearly embroidered upon its rim. Viktor accepts it wordlessly, tending to his nose in silent resignation.

“Are you hungry?” Jayce prompts. He knows Viktor’s eating habits are far from sustainable, and they’re only worsened when he’s ill. Viktor sighs, setting the handkerchief on his lap and glancing at the soup on his nightstand. Admittedly, he is hungry, having neglected his body’s needs for the past few bedridden days. The thought of eating anything with his sore throat had been enough to dissuade him against consuming solid foods, simply managing with the broths and teas he had stocked in his bare-bone pantry.

“I could eat,” Viktor admits, his accent thicker due to the congestion clogging his nose. Jayce feels a rush of relief as Viktor agrees, nodding and murmuring, “Good, good” more to himself than to his partner. He leaves the bedroom again, padding around the kitchen and retrieving a spoon, bowl, napkin, and a thermometer he finds shoved unceremoniously in a drawer.

Viktor tries not to scoff as Jayce returns, holding the items and starting to prepare Vitkor a bowl. Such a housewife, he thinks to himself, his irritation at being pampered accompanied with a fondness for his partner. Only Jayce would offer care with such ease, as if it was ingrained in his very being to nurture those whom he loves. It was likely passed down from his mom, Viktor figures, having met the kind woman a few times.

The soup is steaming slightly as Jayce pours it from the container to the bowl, evidently made right before coming here so it would still be hot. Damnit Jayce. How could Viktor possibly remain upset when Jayce had called multiple times a day, left voicemails after Viktor’s denial to answer, made him soup– presumably from scratch— and then made the journey to Viktor’s dingy apartment. No one else had ever cared this much about Viktor, about his health and comfort during frequent bouts of illness, and yet Jayce persists every time.

The first time Jayce had done so, Viktor had downright refused him entry to his home, turning away Jayce’s every attempt with a livid snap or quip. It was, of course, because he had mistaken Jayce’s loving actions for those of pity. It had taken months for Jayce to slowly break down some of Viktor’s barriers, those which he initially created in order to protect himself from the ableist tendencies of Piltovers.

No matter how many times Viktor denied Jayce the opportunity to care for him, Jayce still showed up. That’s how Viktor knew; knew Jayce loved him, and would go to the greatest cost just to ensure his well-being.

As Jayce hands Viktor the bowl, he murmurs a quiet warning of, “Careful, it’s hot,” eliciting another scoff from Viktor.

“I can handle a little heat, Jayce,” he mutters as he accepts the soup, noting that it is considerably warm, enough to cause a slight discomfort against his hands. Of course Jayce’s warning had been warranted, and instead of accepting the gentle care, Viktor had once again disregarded it. He mentally chastises himself for his quick assumption of coddling. “Thank you,” he adds as he sets the bowl on his lap.

“Of course. My mom always said this was a cure all for colds,” Jayce says with a little grin, “I altered her recipe a little, so it would be more to your liking.”

As Jayce speaks, his hand finds its way to Viktor’s hair, his fingers scratching gently along his scalp. He can feel the heat practically radiating from his partner’s skin, but bites his tongue, waiting to comment on his evident fever until Viktor has eaten.

Despite himself, Viktor lets out a quiet breath of contentment at the touch, feeling his headache ease slightly as Jayce’s fingers work their magic. Taking it as a sign to continue, Jayce allows his fingers to rub small patterns along Viktor’s scalp, his hand sifting easily through the brunette waves.

Viktor waits for the warmth of the soup to lessen; the last thing he needs on top of his aching throat is a burnt tongue. When he finally does take a spoonful of the Caldo De Pollo– as Jayce had called it– a wave of relief washes over him. Unlike the water, he swallows the soup easily, feeling the warmth travel down his throat to his stomach. Aside from the comfort, the soup offers a stark contrast in taste to the boxed broth he’d been forcing down the past few days.

Jayce has always been a good cook, and Viktor is especially fond of the recipes passed down from his grandma or mother. Even in his congested state, the taste of various spices lingers on his tongue, a comforting solace in the face of illness.

Jayce watches Viktor eat with a small smile, feeling a sense of pride at having cooked something his partner can enjoy, “it’s a simple recipe, really. It used to be my great grandmama’s, but it’s changed slightly since we can afford better ingredients now.”

Jayce continues talking while Viktor eats, happy to fill the silence as his hand continues its motions through Viktor’s hair, “she’d probably be rolling in her grave knowing how few chiles de arbol I added, but I figured your throat might be especially sensitive right now.”

Viktor admires how Jayce’s voice becomes slightly accented with the spanish spoken ingredient, appreciating that he feels comfortable enough to slip into his native language so easily. A few times, Jayce had expressed his hesitance in speaking Spanish after growing up in Piltover, where English is the standard and sole language spoken by those of high esteem.

Viktor quickly sets the spoon aside, fumbling to grab the handkerchief as his breath suddenly hitches again, a soft but audible gasp breaking Jayce’s rambling, “hh-”

Much to Viktor’s annoyance, the sneeze doesn’t come, but rather a second, more urgent “hhHH- hh”. His mouth falls agape, waiting in vain for the itch to either subside or cause him to sneeze. Unfortunately, neither happens. Instead, his nostrils continue to quiver in anticipation, even as he presses the handkerchief to the base of his nose. He hitches in a series of gasps and false starts, eventually lowering the handkerchief after an especially disappointing “hheh… hhHHHih- hHH-uh.”

Jayce stops himself from cooing at the sight, finding it rather adorable how quickly Viktor becomes irritated with the sensation. His affection is accompanied with a pang of sympathy, knowing just how frustrating it is to have a stuck sneeze.

Viktor lifts the spoon again, seemingly thinking that the itch has subsided, only to turn against his shoulder with a quick, “hhZZtSch! hhNG’Xst!”

“Bless you, bless you love,” Jayce murmurs, but Viktor holds up a slim finger, silently signaling that he’s not done. Sure enough, a third, “hh’ehHSXXchh’eh!” tumbles out.

“Bless you again.”

Viktor returns to the task of eating, managing to finish most of the bowl– Jayce always gives him generous portions, hoping to nourish his partner as much as possible. As Viktor eats, Jayce continues his rambling, incrementally interrupted with sneezes, which he blesses every time.

Afterwards, Jayce busies himself with cleaning the dishes, despite Viktor’s insistence that he shouldn’t bother. The couple then spend the afternoon wound around each other in bed, with Viktor falling in and out of sleep and the occasional fit. He allows Jayce to spend the night, knowing he’ll only worry more if he’s sent away.

All in all, it’s not such a terrible thing to be cared for. Jayce understands that seeing Viktor in such a state is a privilege– not many have been allowed such closeness to him– and he treats it as such, treading carefully to respect Viktor’s boundaries.

sorry for any grammatical or spelling errors, i only gave this one read through after writing it!

also to those who’ve sent asks, i’m working on them! i appreciate all the prompts, so thank you :)

[hyperactively-me]

regency era!ghost x reader au (part 5)

Simon stands alone in his study, the soft glow of candlelight the only thing keeping him company. The servants of the house are well asleep, the rain and thunder outside providing a soothing lullaby. The flickering light casts long shadows across the room, highlighting his furrowed eyebrows. His mind is consumed with thoughts of the evening he spent with you not long ago at the ball, the memory of your touch lingering in his mind. 

But why?

You both have mutual contempt for one another.

Simon sighs out loud, admitting to himself that he was rude and presumptuous in his every interaction with you leading up to this point. It wasn’t fair to you for him to be so condescending, especially upon your initial introduction. He had overstepped his bounds time and time again, disregarding your autonomy and treating you despicably. The more he thinks about it, the more guilt he feels consuming his soul. It's a behavior unbecoming of a man of his station, let alone a Duke.

He recalls the sensation of holding you in his arms, guiding you through the steps of the dance. Your face appears, beautiful and doe-eyed. The memory of your touch, the way your hand had fit so perfectly in his as you danced together, haunts him. Confusion gnaws at his heart, mingling with a sense of longing that he struggles to understand.

He had never been one to dwell on matters of the heart, always preferring the clarity of duty and discipline. But ever since that night, he finds himself haunted by thoughts of you, unable to shake the memory of your fiery spirit and unwavering resolve. He knew that he should resist the pull of his emotions, that he should keep his distance and maintain the facade of indifference that had served him so well in the past.

Simon paces restlessly across the room, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the moonlight. He can't help but question the nature of his feelings. Why does he feel this undeniable pull towards you, despite the animosity that had characterized your every interaction in the past?

He rakes a hand through his hair, frustration building within him. It's absurd, uncalled for, he tells himself. He has no place in your world, no right to entertain thoughts of romance or longing. He's an ex-soldier turned Duke, duty-bound and disciplined, while you are a lady of society, born and bred. 

And yet, despite the vast divide that separates you and him, Simon can’t help but yearn for something more. He finds himself drawn to your spirit, captivated by your character. He stops by the window and glances outside, watching rivulets of raindrops trickle down the glass. 

He knows that he should put an end to these foolish thoughts, that he should focus on matters of state and leave behind any notion of romantic entanglements. And yet, try as he might, he can't shake the image of you from his mind.

As Simon grapples with his conflicting emotions, restlessness settles over him like a thick fog. He can't just forget the way you had stirred something within him, awakening feelings he had thought dormant. It's a disconcerting realization, one that leaves him feeling vulnerable and exposed in a way he has never experienced before.

What are you doing to him?

With a heavy sigh, Simon sinks into the nearest chair, his thoughts swirling. He knew he had to mend his relationship with you, apologize to you, beg for your forgiveness until he could no longer stand under the weight of his guilt. But how could he even begin to approach you after the way he had treated you all this time? The dance at the ball was not enough to make up the damage he has done. He refuses to let his pride stand in the way of mending this. 

If he truly wants to make amends and seek redemption in your eyes, he must take action, no matter how daunting the prospect may be.

Lost in his thoughts, Simon’s gaze falls upon the box of stationery resting on his desk. With a start, Simon rises from his chair and strides purposefully towards his writing desk. He picks up his quill, the inkwell glistening in the candlelight, and begins to write. 

At first, the right words are difficult to come by. Each stroke of the quill feels heavy with the weight of his remorse, yet he presses on, determined to convey the depths of his regret. Slowly but surely, the words begin to flow, a heartfelt apology taking shape on the paper before him. 

He writes apologies of his wrongdoing, acknowledging the hurt he has caused and expressing his sincere desire to make amends. He doesn’t hold back, baring his very soul in a way he never thought he could. Every word is written with care, every sentence crafted with the hope of earning your forgiveness. 

Content with what he wrote, he seals the letter with wax and his crest. This letter may be a small gesture, but it is a step towards reconciliation. 

With the letter in hand, Simon stands, making his way through the corridors of his grand estate. Finally reaching the foyer, Simon pauses before the heavy oak door, his hand trembling slightly as he clutches the letter tightly. Outside, the rain continues to patter against the window panes. 

Summoning his courage, Simon steps out into the night, the cool raindrops soaking him to the core as he rides his steed to your residence. His heart rattles in his chest as your residence comes into view, undeterred by his goal. 

As he approaches your doorstep, Simon hesitates for moment; but he knows that he cannot turn back now, that he must face this head on. 

With a deep breath, Simon raises his hand and raps upon the door, the sound resonating into the halls of your home. For a moment, there is only silence, broken only by the distant rumble of thunder.

Then, the doors swing open, revealing a servant. 

“It’s urgent,” is all Simon says. 

With a polite nod, the servant gestures for Simon to enter, his expression a mix of curiosity and bewilderment at the Duke's unexpected visit at such an ungodly hour. Simon steps inside, the warmth of the foyer enveloping him like a comforting embrace after the chill of the rain.

As he removes his dripping coat and hands it to the waiting servant, Simon's heart pounds in his chest, his nerves frayed. His jaw set with determination, Simon follows the servant to the drawing room.

“Please, Your Grace, wait here.” 

Simon nods, then takes a seat on the couch. He doesn’t really care that he’s getting it wet; his mind is consumed by thoughts of you. Each passing moment feels like an eternity as he waits for your presence, his heart racing. 

Finally, the door opens, and you step into the room, just dressed in a nightgown and robe. Your eyes widen in surprise at the sight of a soaking wet Duke seated before you. The moment you step into the room, Simon shoots up from his seat, giving you a quick bow. 

“Your Grace,” you say, utterly confused. “Uh, to what do I owe the… pleasure of this unexpected visit? And in the middle of the night?

Simon’s gaze never leaves yours as he approaches you with measured steps. 

“You’re soaking wet,” is all you can manage to say when he is only a few paces away from you. His hair is sticking to his forehead, and you can see his dress shirt plastered to his defined chest underneath his jacket. Your eyes flit back up to his face. 

Simon halts in his approach. “Please, forgive the intrusion at this late hour, but I’ve come to speak with you, if you’ll allow me,” he begins, his voice gentle yet earnest. 

You regard him with suspicion and guarded interest, unsure of what to make of his unexpected visit. With a nod, you invite him to take a seat, your demeanor polite but guarded. Simon accepts your offer, settling himself into the chair opposite yours, the letter still clutched tightly in his hand. 

“I’ve… I’ve come to apologize,” he begins, his words measured and deliberate. “For the unkindness I have shown you, for the harsh words spoken in haste, for my arrogance and presumption. I… I realize now that I was mistaken, that I had no right to treat you with such disrespect and animosity. Please, my lady, please forgive me.” 

He extends the letter to you, the parchment slightly damp from the rain, the wax seal bearing his crest glistening in the soft light of the room. You take the letter cautiously, your fingers brushing against his freezing fingers as you do so.

Slowly, you unfold the letter, the sound of the parchment crackling in the silence of the room. Simon watches you intently, his breath caught in his throat as he waits for your response.

With each word you read, you feel a shift within you—a softening of the walls around your heart, a willingness to believe that Simon is truly apologetic. His words are, from what you can tell, sincere; each sentence bears the weight of his remorse. As you reach the end of the letter, you look up to find Simon watching you with bated breath, his expression a mix of hope and trepidation.

For a long moment, you say nothing, the silence stretching between you like a taut rope. You study him, searching his face for any hint of insincerity, but all you find is remorse shining in his eyes. Despite yourself, a flicker of something akin to hope stirs within you—the smallest glimmer of possibility that perhaps Mister Riley is not the cold-hearted Duke you believe him to be. And then, finally, you speak, your voice soft but steady.

"I accept your apology, Mister Riley,” you say, your words measured. "But, know that forgiveness is not easily earned, nor is trust quickly regained. I will give you a chance to prove yourself, but know that I will not tolerate any further disrespect or mistreatment.”

Simon's eyes widen in disbelief, gratitude shining in their depths. "Thank you," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “I will do everything in my power to make things right, to earn your trust and respect.”

With a nod, you hand the letter back to him. The journey toward forgiveness will not be easy, but for the first time, you allow yourself to believe that it might just be possible. And as Simon rises from his seat, a sense of hope blossoms within you—a hope that, perhaps, despite your history, there may yet be a more peaceful future worth fighting for.

part 4 < what was written in the letter? > part 6

[ginnsbaker]

Bulletproof (2/?)

Summary: A continuation of this (You're the only Avenger who sleeps in a cell). Now that Wanda has offered to share her room, things get... a bit complicated.

Chapter word count: 2.9k+ | Tags: Mild Angst, Sharing A Bed, Mutual Pining, Wanda catches you in a very compromising position, Unresolved Sexual Tension

Ship: Wanda Maximoff x Gender Neutral Reader

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Sharing a room with Wanda Maximoff is not as trivial as it sounds.

The first night, her bed seems almost too big, especially for two people who don't know each other very well. Throughout the night, you’re acutely conscious of every movement, ensuring that you remain on your designated side, even if it means dangling one leg off the bed for balance.

On the second night, after realizing she'd unknowingly snuggled up to you during her sleep, she suggests putting a pillow in the middle–kind of like a boundary, you guess. The two of you share a light-hearted chuckle over the idea, yet a rosy hue stubbornly lingers on both your faces until one of you eventually heads out for breakfast.

Nights turn into mornings and that big bed starts feeling, well, not so big anymore. You both take to this pillow-in-the-middle setup, treating it like some sort of teddy bear you both have a claim to. It becomes an unspoken agreement, almost like a cozy buffer that you both secretly enjoy. Both of you would hold onto it, sometimes playfully tugging it toward your side.

On the seventh day, shortly after midnight, you feel a subtle shift as Wanda’s fingers, which were draped over the pillow, find their way to your waist. It's just a slight touch, but it sends your senses into overdrive. And as the fog of drowsiness lifts, you become acutely aware of every point of contact between you two.

The covers, which up until now felt just right, suddenly start to feel oppressively warm. Turning your head slightly, you can make out the silhouette of her face, bathed in the soft light filtering through the curtains. You're struck by the details—the curve of her cheek, the demure slope of her nose, her slightly parted lips. She's mesmerizing. You feel an undeniable urge to reach out and touch, to feel the softness of her skin, but you resist. 

You think about shifting her hand back onto the pillow, but then, there's this part of you, perhaps the bolder side, that wants it to stay there. So, you let it stay, taking shallow breaths, hoping your racing heart doesn't wake her up.

You pull the covers tighter around you, trying to shake the thoughts, but it's no use. 

All you can think about is the girl sleeping soundly beside you, and the night stretches on endlessly ahead.

-

You were supposed to get your own room, but honestly? It's taking a while, and you're not even sure you want it anymore.

There's something about Wanda's nighttime habits that you've come to love: the way she snores just a bit, the way some of her things would rattle around her when she’s having an intense dream, the scent of her shampoo when she washes her hair before bed, the subtle movements she makes when you know she has a hard time falling asleep. 

And there's that special moment each morning: You always seem to stir just moments before her. Like clockwork, her eyes flutter open, and in that half-awake daze, she’d murmur a “Good morning.” 

Yet, as this unexpected cohabitation with Wanda unfolds, a nagging thought keeps pricking at the back of your mind:

This delightful domestic bubble has an expiration date.

You know you shouldn't get too attached. But you're probably way past that now.

-

Which is why, to seemingly guard yourself, you pester Steve at dinner. 

“So, Steve, any word on my room?” you casually drop the question one evening, trying to keep the tone light. Across the table, Wanda's attention diverts from her lasagna to the conversation at hand, silently watching the exchange.

Steve, looking a tad weary, responds, “Honestly? I'm not sure. And you've brought this up, what, three times today?”

“Maybe if Tony actually replied to my messages, we wouldn't be having this chat every mealtime,” you argue, mindlessly twirling your fork around your pasta.

Before Steve can retort, Wanda intervenes. “If you're worried about overstaying in my space, you haven't. It's been...nice, having you there.”

Your cheeks flame up, a quick surge of heat that’s impossible to ignore. The sudden candidness in her words catches you off guard. For a moment, you're tongue-tied, searching for a response. She, too, seems taken aback by her own candor, her eyes widening a fraction.

“I-I mean, I don't mind…” she says, trying to recover from her prior lapse. She then diverts her attention, a little flustered, burying herself in her plate.

“Maybe we can set up a rota? You know, split the week between Natasha and Wanda's rooms?” Steve suggests.

From across the table, Natasha halts, shawarma in hand, and deadpans, “Since when was my room up for discussion?”

Your focus, however, remains fixed on Wanda. “It's not about that, Wanda,” you reply earnestly. “It’s just... we all need our space, right?”

Something shifts in Wanda's eyes, a flicker of disappointment perhaps, but before you can fully process it, she masks it with indifference. “I'm sorry,” she murmurs, starting to collect her plate with only a few bites missing from her lasagna. “I thought you were in a rush because of... well, me.”

You stare at her, momentarily stunned, with a growing urge to apologize. The dinner table suddenly feels miles long. 

Clearing your throat, you muster, “Wanda, it's not like that.”

She pauses, looking back at you, waiting. 

“I just thought it might be easier for both of us,” you say, cringing as the words don't quite capture your intended sentiment.

Her face tightens further, her demeanor chilling by several degrees. “You're right,” she replies, voice sharp and edged. “It might be easier for you.” 

Without another word, she stands up and leaves.

In the aftermath of Wanda's exit, an oppressive silence descends, punctuated only by the occasional scrape of cutlery on porcelain. Vision, always a touch out of step with human nuances, arches an eyebrow at Bucky. “Is there a particular reason the air's grown so dense?”

Before Bucky can answer, Natasha leans back, shooting you a pointed look. 

“By the way,” she drawls, pausing for emphasis. “My room has an exclusive guest list. Only one name on it–mine,” she says and then nonchalantly bites at her meat wrap, clearly having said her piece.

The room's temperature seems to further drop another few degrees following Natasha's remark. Steve shoots you a sympathetic glance while Bucky suppresses a smirk, amused at the drama unfolding.

Trying to bring a semblance of normalcy back, Sam quips, “Well, at this rate, I might start charging for bunking in my room. Any takers?”

You can't help but force a chuckle, silently thanking him for the attempt to lighten the mood. However, Wanda's departure and Natasha’s dry humor leave you pondering whether sharing a room might have been the better option after all.

-

For two nights straight, you avoid the Avenger's compound. 

Instead, you dip into your personal savings from past missions, booking yourself into a plush hotel downtown. The suite boasts modern amenities and a bed that critics might describe as 'a cloud'. 

Yet, for all its luxury, it feels...empty.

The Egyptian cotton sheets, while soft to the touch, are cold. The lavish bathroom, with its marble counters, feels too sterile. The room, while spacious, feels too silent. Deafeningly so.

Gone are the soft snores, the slight movement of a shared bed, and the comforting scent of Wanda's evening shampoo. All replaced by a void that no amount of luxury can fill. Your heart aches, not for the lack of comfort, but for the lack of connection.

(The lack of a… friend. Maybe after nights of sleeping side by side, it’s fair to think of her as such.)

And as another sleepless night passes in the hotel, you find yourself wishing for the simplicity of that pillow barrier, the steady rhythm of Wanda's breathing, and the tender sound of her voice whispering, “Good morning.”

It's high time to step out of this lavish prison and head back to the compound. 

More importantly, it's time to apologize to Wanda, something you should've done in the first place.

-

Pushing open the door to Wanda's room, you anticipate her familiar, mischievous smirk. Instead, a deafening silence surrounds you. The only telltale sign of her absence is the disarray of her belongings, possibly from prepping for an unexpected mission.

You have been looking forward to seeing her all day, unsure if she'd even welcome you back. Just as you consider heading elsewhere to find her, Vision suddenly steps out from a room further down the corridor.

“Wanda’s not here,” you state rather than ask.

“She's still in the debriefing room. The mission ran long, and discussions have been... extensive,” Vision offers, his head tilt subtle but noticeable, making you very much aware of his ability to read more than just your face.

You run a hand through your hair, weary. “Any idea how much longer?”

He seems to ponder, “At the rate they’re going? An hour, maybe more.”

The day's exhaustion settles on you, making your skin feel sticky and tired. You reason that perhaps Wanda might be more inclined to speak with you if you're freshened up and smelling good. With this thought, you let out a soft sigh, nodding in gratitude to Vision. 

Slipping back into Wanda’s room and absentmindedly neglecting to lock the door, you dive into the shower without waiting for the water to warm up, welcoming its brisk, invigorating sting against your tired skin. It’s surprisingly intimate to be using Wanda's products again after days without them, and you try not to think about how it all feels a bit... like home.

Several minutes later, wrapped in a towel with droplets still clinging to your skin, you pad over to your side of the bed. The damp cold from your hair seeping through the towel sends a chill down your spine, but the softness of Wanda's sheets beckon. You can't resist the temptation any longer and, with a soft thud, you flop down.

The moment you sink into the mattress, Wanda's familiar scent envelops you, a comforting blend of jasmine and something uniquely her. Closing your eyes, you realize just how much you've missed her–not just the shared bed or the late-night whispers, but the girl herself. 

The heart of it all.

Every thought of Wanda makes your heartbeat a tad bit faster. Your skin, slightly damp from the shower, feels hypersensitive against the silky sheets that smell so much like her. Every thread seems to graze your skin, reminding you of the presence you're currently missing.

Your thoughts start to shift, moving past innocent interactions you’ve had with Wanda so far. You’re now wondering if Wanda ever touched herself in this very same bed. If her fingers have lazily brushed against her core to thoughts of you, the way you’re doing now to thoughts of her. You wonder if she likes to tease herself, if she likes to pay attention to her clit or prefers to stuff herself with her own fingers.

You pull a pillow close, not just as a makeshift barrier, but as an anchor to steady the rush of arousal coursing through your body. But instead of calming you down, it sends you over the edge and deeper into your unchecked desires. The pillow is no longer just a fluffy companion; it becomes a stand-in for her–for Wanda.

You shouldn’t be doing this. Especially not on the bed that belongs to the woman you’re imagining as you throw a leg over the unsuspecting pillow. In the midst of your internal conflict, your thighs still part to welcome the plush material as you’re about to lose all sense of control. 

But the universe seems to have its own way of snapping you out of questionable choices. 

Just as you're about to succumb to the overwhelming sensations, the door slams open. With a startled yelp, you topple off the bed, the towel that's your only semblance of decency barely holding on. The pillow, now a poor victim to your previous intentions, gets clutched to your chest in a frantic attempt to salvage some dignity.

There, framed in the doorway, is Wanda. Her eyes wide, an unreadable expression on her face. You've never wished for the ground to swallow you up more than you do in this mortifying moment. Your face heats up, unsure if you could ever look Wanda in the eyes again after this. 

And just when you think it couldn’t get any worse, she speaks.

“Um... did I interrupt something?” Wanda asks, her voice teetering between amusement and genuine curiosity. She's trying, and failing, to hide a smirk.

You, on the other hand, are a mess of jumbled words and embarrassment. “I- I was just... It's not what it looks like,” you say, but the evidence around you paints a pretty distinct picture.

Wanda raises an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth twitching upwards. “Really? Because from here, it looks pretty... interesting.”

You groan, burying your face in the pillow for a moment, the very one that betrayed you. “Can we just forget this ever happened?”

She chuckles, her earlier tension from the debriefing room (and the tension with you from days earlier) seeming to melt away in the face of your predicament. “Oh, I'm not sure I can. It's not every day I find someone... bonding with my pillow in such a way.”

Caught in a compromising situation with Wanda taking it all in, you cover your face with your hands. “I, um, Wanda, I apologize," you manage to stammer out, each word dripping with mortification.

She cocks her head, studying you. “It's... alright,” she murmurs, her gaze penetrating and elusive.  In any other circumstance, you might've caught the faint trail her eyes make over your partially exposed form, but right now, anxiety shrouds your every thought.

You bite your lip, the action causing Wanda’s breath to hitch. 

“Can I... could you give me a moment? Just to... get dressed?” you ask.

Wanda nods, her lips curving into a small, understanding smile. “Of course,” She takes a step back, her fingers brushing against the door frame. “Just... maybe lock the door next time?”

You chuckle weakly, nodding. “Definitely noted.”

Once alone in the room again, a ragged exhale escapes your lips. You immediately get to your feet, scrambling for your suitcase to find something–anything–that will save you from the most embarrassing moment of your life.

Outside the room, Wanda leans against the hallway wall, her fingers absentmindedly tapping against the cool surface. The image of what she had walked into replays in her mind, sending tingles down her spine. 

She feels the urge to peer into your head, see who’s starring in your wildest fantasies.

If she wants, she can find out. 

But there's a line she knows she shouldn't cross, especially with teammates. Swallowing hard, Wanda decides to afford you the space and privacy to compose yourself.

Her reverie is broken by your voice, somewhat muted by the wall between you both. “I'm decent now,” you say, a touch of sheepishness clear in your tone. 

For a moment, Wanda hesitates, her fingers hovering inches from the door handle. Taking a fortifying breath, she turns the knob and steps into the room. 

“I'm so sorry,” you say as soon the door shuts with a soft click behind Wanda, eyes cast downward. The oversized Pikachu shirt you're wearing is probably the last thing she expected to see on you. Under different circumstances, she might have teased you about it.

Wanda shakes her head and smirks, crossing her arms in front of her. “Apologies for the pillow?”

“For what happened three days ago, during dinner. I never meant to offend you,” you say, still looking down.

Her eyes narrow, adopting a casual demeanor. “Offend me? I'm not sure what you're talking about.”

Risking a glance up, your eyes meet Wanda's, searching for a hint of the resentment or anger you're expecting. Instead, you find a relaxed, almost indifferent look in her eyes. No hint of upset, no sign of offense taken. Her nonchalance takes you aback.

“You know,” she muses, her tone light, “You were so caught up in your thoughts that you stayed away from this room for days.”

“Did I read the situation wrong?” you wonder aloud feeling a little foolish now that it seems you were reading into things too much.

Wanda shrugs her shoulders, her playful smirk returning. “Perhaps you're overthinking things a bit. Honestly, if I was truly offended, I would've said something. As for wanting space,” she continues, her gaze drifting over to the tousled sheets, “I didn't think it was a big deal.”

Swallowing your surprise, a tiny smile forms on your lips. Maybe, just maybe, you've been looking at the entire situation wrong. Maybe the pillow barrier, the shared space, and the soft morning greeting weren't as loaded with meaning as you thought. 

Maybe, with Wanda, things were just simpler.

And yet, somehow, you’re disappointed by that possibility.

It means she doesn’t care if you get your room sooner or later. 

It means she wouldn’t miss you as much as you would when you permanently get to sleep in your own bed.

“So… we’re good?” you ask tentatively.

Wanda simply nods. An awkward silence quickly follows and your attention is inadvertently drawn to the pillow strewn aside, its memory fresh and horrifying.

“Uh, nothing happened, but,” you say, coughing into your fist nervously. “I’ll make sure to wash that pillow.”

[ribbonedreverie]

hi my love !!<3 i wanted to request something, but feel free to ignore/delete; i know that tumblr isn’t the only thing going around in your life, so i understand if you can’t get to it🫶🏼 (i’m sorry this sounds so backhanded, english isn’t my first language😭)

i wanted to request yandere for jouno, pm!dazai, and chuuya (you can choose the characters if you don’t want to do those!🩵) whereas reader refuses to be broken by the yandere, and can see through their manipulation and lies easily. basically unbreakable, because they refuse to be under control of someone and usually has stable and smart plans to escape, and even fights back when punished. i’m so sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, again, feel free to ignore my dear<3

(also ,i’m so sorry if nothing i said here makes sense it’s currently 2 am when i’m writing this so my brain is FRIED💔)

The Fox and the Unbreakable Rabbit

First of all, no need to apologize—your message is so kind and thoughtful, and your English is absolutely lovely! I completely understand the late-night brain fog (we’ve all been there!). Your request is truly intriguing—I love the idea of an unbreakable reader outsmarting a yandere, especially against someone as cunning as Jouno, Dazai, or Chuuya. That contrast of resilience and obsession is such a fascinating dynamic! Thank you for your patience and understanding—I’ll do my best to bring your idea to life! Please take care and get some rest, okay? 💙✨

Jouno x reader

Yandere behavior, obsession, possessiveness, manipulation, gaslighting, psychological mind games, confinement, imprisonment, lack of freedom, non-con/dub-con undertones, physical restraint, punishments, stalking, surveillance, loss of privacy, threats, intimidation, coercion, power imbalance, emotional and psychological distress

It should have been simple.

A rabbit in the fox’s jaws. Soft, trembling, meant for submission—meant to be caught, claimed, devoured. Jouno had played this game before, countless times. A lie here, a little cruelty there, a well-placed smile sharp as a blade beneath velvet words.

Humans are so easy to unravel.

So easy to break.

And at first, he thought you would be no different.

You were intelligent, yes. Sharp in a way that rabbits should not be. Quick-footed, light on your feet, always thinking five steps ahead. It was refreshing, amusing, even. But in the end, you were still prey. No amount of cleverness would save you once he decided you were his.

Or so he thought.

Then came the first escape.

Then the second.

Then the third.

At first, he laughed. A challenge was always welcome—he liked watching his prey struggle before they inevitably collapsed.

But then, amusement gave way to curiosity.

You saw through his lies with a clarity that unsettled him. His words, spun of silk and shadows, meant to coil around your mind, meant to make you stumble, doubt, fall—and yet, you never did.

“That’s cute, Jouno. You actually think I don’t know what you’re doing?”

A flicker of something unfamiliar. He ignored it.

When he punished you, you fought back. Not with tears, not with pleas—but with nails digging into his wrist, with the sting of your teeth on his skin, with the feral fire in your eyes that dared him to do worse.

“I will break you.”

“Then you should have chosen easier prey.”

And something cracked inside him.

It wasn’t frustration—not entirely. It wasn’t just obsession, wasn’t just the need to possess, to control, to bring you to your knees.

No.

It was admiration.

When had he last seen something like you?

Something that did not yield, did not shudder beneath his touch? Someone who looked at him—not with fear, not with hatred, but with steady, unwavering defiance?

It was infuriating.

It was exhilarating.

And then, came something worse.

He started to want you.

Not as something broken. Not as something he could remake in his image.

But as you are—sharp, wild, untamed.

Your resistance is the most intoxicating thing he’s ever tasted. Every time you slip through his fingers, every time you meet his gaze with something other than submission—he burns.

And it only gets worse.

The way your breath hitches when he’s too close. The way his lips hover just near your ear, and you do not pull away. The way you shudder, just barely, but still refuse to run.

It’s a game now. A different game.

“You hate me, don’t you?” he hums, voice a breath against your skin, reveling in the way your pulse quickens beneath his fingertips.

You don’t tremble. You never tremble. But you do exhale, slow, measured—control. Always control.

“I hate what you are,” you murmur, voice steady.

Jouno smiles—vulpine, wicked.

“And yet,” he hums, tilting his head just so, lips a whisper away from the curve of your throat, “you still react to me.”

A challenge. A taunt. A wicked, cruel game.

You should shove him away. Should run, bite, escape—but you don’t. Not immediately. Instead, you let the moment stretch, let him feel the tension, let him wonder if maybe, just maybe, he’s gotten under your skin.

And then, you smirk.

“You mistake strategy for submission, Jouno.”

Jouno laughs.

Low. Deep. Hungry.

Oh, you are delicious.

Not a trembling little thing, but a rabbit who knows exactly how to play.

He should rip you apart. Should pin you down, should make you beg, should remind you who the predator is.

But the truth?

He’s not sure if he’s hunting you anymore.

Or if he’s the one being lured in.