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onlycrystal · 1 year ago

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a night to remember

cw: smut (obvi), reader is a virgin, dom! toji, sub! female reader, age gap (reader is in college), reader is shy, ddlg, size kink, praise kink, tojis a lil mean andddd i think that’s it

authors note: this is my first time writing i’m so sorry if it’s bad😭

rave music blared in your ears, while at the same time, the flashing colorful lights began to hurt your eyes. you looked across the club at your friends and their boyfriends, drinking and dancing (pretty much grinding) with eachother. you sighed, mixing the ice in your diet soda with your straw. you had never been a party girl, but today was your friends 21st birthday.

“it’ll be fun, y/n! pleaseee please come,” she begged as she saw the hesitation in your eyes, but you couldn’t say no.

which led you to now. alone at the bar, developing a headache from the setting you found yourself in, and wanting to go home. it didn’t help that you were wearing a short dress too, sure it was cute, but you shamefully kept pulling it down to avoid it riding up.

you sighed and continued to sip your drink, when all of the sudden out of the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of someone sitting down next to you. he was definitely an older man, probably late 30s early 40s. at least 6 feet tall and buff as hell. his raven covered locks slightly covered his gaze, and he had a scar on his lip that enhanced his grin. you looked up at him, to find him already staring at you. although you were both sitting down, you still had to look up to meet the man’s gaze. he looked at you like he wanted to devour you, those green eyes looking you up and down. and that smirk, it never left his face.

“i’ll take a beer, and how bout a shot of vodka for this lovely lil’ lady?” he asked the bartender

“i-i uh… i actually don’t drink…” you said, looking down and fidgeting with your hands. oh, he was having a field day with this. you were just sooo cute <3

“that’s alright sugar, then how bout a diet coke instead?” he winked at you and you felt your face start to heat up. who was this guy?

the bartender walked away and he didn’t waste anytime. “now, what’s a lovely lil girl like you doing in a place like this alone?” his tone was playful, though you still had trouble being in his presence. he was just so intimidating. “o-oh my friends ditched me.. they’re somewhere over there.” you huffed, looking off in the direction of your friends. had they seriously forgotten about you?

the bartender came back with your drinks, handing you your drink that you immediately began drinking. “you got a name, darling?” he said, taking a gulp of his beer. “it’s uh… y/n”

“pretty.” he said, looking straight into your eyes with lust, “names toji”

“‘s nice to meet you t-toji…” you kept your gaze down, feeling his eyes never leaving you like a predator. your headache worsened, and his head tilted at you, seeing you wince in pain. “you need to go outside, doll? you ain’t looking well… i’ll come with ya”

you nodded your head meekly, beginning to stand up and wobbling slightly as you did. this was all just too much. suddenly, you felt an arm grasp at you side, pulling you close. it was toji. he walked you both outside as you shyly kept your blushing face close to his toned chest. you reached the outside and already felt yourself feeling better, breathing in the fresh air carefully.

you realized you were still snug up against his torso, when you moved away quickly. your face turned pink “s-sorry! i didn’t mean to uh… i didnt-“ he grinned looking down at you from a foot distance “it’s alright babydoll…” he brought you close again, kneeling down to match your gaze. he tucked a fray hair behind your ear and kept a hand on your face “pretty lil thing… aren’t ya?” you were frozen, his face was so close to yours and he was just so handsome… those green eyes are so entrancing, you thought. and that scar…

suddenly, he closed the gap between you two and kissed you. you felt his tongue swirl into your mouth as he bit your lip, causing you to whimper in pain and pleasure. he pulled away, “whaddya say we take this to my place, darlin’?”

you considered. your friends were already drunk off their asses and had forgotten about you. you looked at toji again. he was a very attractive man and as much as he intimidated you, he also enchanted you. you had never had such a fine guy come up to you, and he seemed nice. what’s the worse that could happen, you thought to yourself.

you looked at the ground blushing harshly and fidgeting your fingers yet again, “s-sure…” he grinned as he called you both a taxi.

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you arrived at his apartment, and walked in. it was far from unkempt. the kitchen was clean, and he had an organized living room with limited furniture. you didn’t know what to do with yourself, and looked at him. he was unbuttoning a couple of the buttons on his sleek shirt and looked down to see you gazing at him, looking away quickly and shyly as he caught you looking. “ah! s-sorry…” you turned the other way, hearing a deep chuckle come from behind you.

“adorable…” he muttered, as he walked behind you pressing his body against yours. you froze as he began to pepper kisses along your neck, sucking ever so slightly just enough to make you moan quietly. his grip was harsh as he laid kisses all over your body. you turned around and starting making out with him. he groaned into your lips, and his gaze angled down as he say you standing on your tippy toes wobbling in order to barely meet his lips. he chuckled and picked you up suddenly to place you on his marbled kitchen counter. your legs wrapped around his body as you both embraced harshly.

he pulled away, your lip stick had smeared on his lips, leaving him with berry marks all over his lips. “come on shorty~” he picked you up and began walking to his bedroom.

he placed you on his bed, which was made neatly and quite comfortable. he started to unbutton the rest of his shirt, and took it off. his exposed chest was toned perfectly. this man was muscular af, like he could crush you easily. he gazed at you and smirked sleezily.

“what, do you even need help undressing, lil girl?” he began walking over to you, and the height between you grew. you looked up and gulped, “no! i just…er- i…” you nervously fidgeting in your place as toji began to piece things together. he let out a booming chuckle which only further embarrassed you. “my fucking god. i landed myself a virgin, didnt i?~” that same playful tone, but you could hear the lust and desire behind it. he put his hand on your chin and forced to look up at him. “daddy’ll take care of you just fine~”

he began taking your dress off, leaving you in just a bra and panties. toji pinned you down on the bed, interlocking his fingers with you passionately as you made out with eachother sloppily. he unclipped your bra sleekly, and fondled your pretty boob in his hand while sucking on the other. you moaned in pleasure. as he continued to suck on one, his hand moved down further and slipped your panties down your legs.

“shit babygirl, all this for me?” he grinned at your wetness, causing you to blush into the pillow beside you. “nuh-uh, i wanna see you while i fuck you on my fingers.” without warning, he shoved one of his thick fingers into your hole. shit, this was enough to get you off. “toji~ hahh~” you pawed at his chest, moaning loudly. “keep making those pretty lil noises, honey”

he roughly jammed his fingers in and out of your hole, sinful noises filling the bedroom. he rubbed your clit harshly, and tears began to pool at your eyes. “hnnng! t-toji, i’m c-cumming~” his pace didn’t slow. “on my fingers, like a good girl, come on you can do it”

you cum all over his fingers, coating them in a white slick. he brings the fingers up to his mouth and sucks at them. “shit doll, i need to get a better taste of you” he licked his lips and began sloppily eating you out. the pleasure was so immense, like nothing you’ve ever felt before. this man was eating you out like it was his last meal, tongue hitting all the right spots perfectly. you felt your second orgasm forming. as you began to moan louder and louder, toji backed away from your pussy. you whimpered at the loss of pleasure, looking at him to see him fidgeting with his pants.

he let his cock spring free from his pants, and your face went white. it was like nothing you’d ever seen before, he was huge. you were kinda expecting it based off of his build in general but holy shit.

“you gonna keep staring or let me fuck you?” he asked playfully, laughing at your shocked expression.

you began to back up a little into the bed and muttered “‘m scared…”

“oh darling, there’s nothing to be scared of~ let me take care of y’a, alright?” he sat against the headboard of the bed and carried you into his lap. he kissed you again, and you began to become less scared.

you nodded meekly, and he gave you that sleezy grin of his. you could not get enough of this man. “i’ll go slow hun’, don’t wanna hurt you…” he lined up at your entrance and slowly began lowering you onto his dick. you began letting out whimpers and moans of pain, he was so big. “t-toji! hah~~ so f-full…~” you panted and tightened harshly around him. he groaned in pleasure “keep squeezing me like that darlin’ holy fuck.” you were now completely engulfing toji, legs shaking from the pleasure and arms around his neck, scratching at his back. tears formed in your eyes as your whimpers grew louder. “d-daddy, i-it hurts~”

“you’re okay, kid.” he continued groaning as he slowly began bouncing you up and down on his dick. “fuck, you feel so good princess~” you moaned and squeezed your eyes shut as his pace quickened. however, it was starting to feel a lot better. the pleasure was like nothing you had ever encounter “f-fuck toji~ ‘m close!!” he continued to bounce you up and down as his grip against your hips tightened and his pace quickened. “already princess? you can hang on a lil’ - fuck - longer for daddy.” he let out low moans in your eyes which sent butterflies straight down to your pussy. you whimpered directly in his ear as you fought back your orgasm for him. “toji p-please~” he looked into your eyes “come on my cock princess~ gonna fill you up so good, you want daddy’s cum? yeah you want it?” he chuckled at you, but you didn’t care. nothing mattered to you, you needed a release. your moans loudened as you came all over his dick, a white slick glistening on his abs. “fuck, ah~” toji moaned lowly as he came inside you. you fell onto his chest, so mind-fucked.

“t-that was…” you panted, out of breath against his chest. “i’d say the same, princess” he winked at you and smiled. “let’s get you cleaned up, k?”

GUYS this is my first time writing anything like this i’m sorry if it’s very bad. also send me requests if you want!

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rose-leviosa · 4 months ago

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Penance, Chapter Twenty-One - Ginny

Snippet (CW - grief)

“Professor? Remus?” Remus looked up from the outline he was attempting to review. Ginny's voice shook from where she was standing in the doorway.

Remus looked concerned. “Ginny, is everything al-”

She burst into tears. He stood, though he was not sure what to do. She was standing, arms hugging each other to her chest, looking completely and utterly alone, but he could not bring himself to reach out a hand to her, let alone fold her into his arms for the comforting hug she clearly needed.

“Please, sit down,” he said, sounding a bit overwhelmed himself. It took several seconds before she seemed to hear him and settled into one of the chairs across from his desk. He began to lower himself into his own seat but opted instead for the chair next to Ginny. He immediately missed the protective body of the desk between them, but this somehow seemed like the right move.

She began wiping her eyes, trying to calm her hysterical breaths. Remus conjured a handkerchief and handed it to her - it was the best he could do to offer comfort.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cry, it's just…” she dried a new bout of tears. “I've been thinking a lot about her, you know?”

Remus felt cold dread drip down his spine.

“I don't know why it hit me all of a sudden. I guess I've just been… with Fred and everything, but… I miss her so much! She was like the big sister I never had – I really loved her, you know?”

Remus sucked his bottom lip. You can do this. She needs to talk . “She, er, loved you too. Used to talk about how cool you are and the mischief the two of you… it sounded like you had a lot of fun together.”

Ginny nodded her bowed head then looked at Teddy, who was sitting up on his mat, supporting himself with his tiny arms, his hair a splotchy mess of colors.

“She would have been a great mum,” Ginny whispered. Remus nodded silently, yelling at himself inside his head. Don't cry, you fucker. You don't get to cry .

“She'd have been so different from other mums, you know?” Ginny continued, rambling in her grief. Remus wished she would stop. “I can't picture her yelling at him or anything. She'd have been so cool, teaching him to morph and stuff, letting him get into trouble and figure things out for himself but being there when it goes to shit.”

Remus was too wrapped up in trying to keep calm to appreciate that Ginny seemed to be comfortable swearing in front of him now.

She seemed to have run out of steam and deflated in her chair looking thoughtfully at Teddy. Remus stared at him as well, mourning the moments their family would never have.

She was right about a lot of things. Dora would have loved showing him the little tricks she had learned, teaching him to make the tiny changes to his face that could tug at heartstrings, how to stretch his legs without it hurting so he could reach high shelves, how to ensure his nose didn't get stuck as an elephant trunk as hers had done when she first tried as a child. He could picture them sitting cross-legged in front of the mirror, practicing. He would have leaned on the doorframe and crossed his arms, grinning as he jokingly scolded her for helping their son become a mischief mastermind. She would have laughed.

She would have been so laid back that he doubted Teddy would ever rebel, at least not against her. He could picture them the way he had been with his mam - inseparable, wrapped up in each other so tightly that it was easy to forget anyone else existed. He wondered if, in another life where things were as they should be, he would have been a background character in their story, the loving father who offered advice but who could never fully understand their private world. He didn't think he'd like that, being the outsider, but he yearned for it more than anything.

“Remus?” Ginny's voice cut through his musings. He realized, with a hot wave of shame, that he had started to cry. He tried to wipe away the unbidden tears, but they continued to fall disobediently.

He covered his face with his hands, trying to hide his shameful emotions. “I am so sorry,” he muttered, his voice muffled by his hands.

He startled when he felt Ginny's hand on his shoulder - he hadn't noticed her standing up. He looked into her face and felt simultaneously relieved and devastated to find she was crying again.

“Would you like a hug?” she asked, sounding as if she was requesting one for herself.

He considered, then shook his head. He rested his elbows on his knees and crushed his fists against his eyes, determined to control his tears.

“Thank you, but I don't think that would be appropriate.”

Despite his protestation, he felt Ginny's thin, strong arms wrap around him. He stiffened - he truly did not think it was appropriate for a student to hug a professor - but something about her small strength broke him and he fell into deep, wracking sobs. His hands pressed against her shoulder blades - he could feel the vibration of her own outburst of emotions.

He cried in a way he hadn't allowed since the first day he had woken. He cried harder than he had in his drunken stupor on their wedding anniversary, harder than he had after the funeral. He cried so hard he thought he might be sick, but Ginny held him tight, keeping him from completely losing himself in his bodily grief. Later, he would hope that he had done the same for her.

He had no idea how long they stayed like that, but the moment came to a crashing halt when Teddy's screams pierced his ears, sending him flying to the baby who had, apparently, overbalanced and toppled from his seated position. Strange, he thought, how Teddy's tears seemed to be the cure for his own.

By the time he was standing upright, rocking and shushing his son, Ginny was drying the last of her tears with the handkerchief he had given her, visibly trying to pull herself together.

Remus felt oddly refreshed, despite the emotional exhaustion setting in.

“Thank you,”

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kenmaiid · 3 years ago

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Hi!!! For the prompt list, could you do #6 with Levi where GN!MC kisses him for the first time and he's just 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

Thank you!!

this is incredibly late sorry! it will probably happen again! (school is busy hehe) *hides face* but ty for waiting nonetheless. love a man that’s a little bit of a flustered pathetic mess tbh

Prompt: “I wanted to kiss you. I’ve been wanting to kiss you for quite a while."

Levi splutters suddenly, falling backwards and onto the cold hard flooring- arms instantly covering his now flushed face. There’s a pretty shade of red dancing across his cheeks, coloring him in a way that only made MC smile. Whatever sound had left him on the way down had been some sort of garbled mix between a shriek and surprised panic. He looks so scandalized and taken back as he lay there. MC almost finds themself wanting to laugh for a moment. They have the better to sense to be a little worried for a moment however. But just a moment.

They figured that his fragile outburst would have left him too disorientated, but looking down he’s managed just fine. His free hand still covers his reddened face, as if to cutely shield himself from you. The other hand is still decidedly pre-occupied- the grip on his controller is quite vicious.

And as you lean over, looking down at him he’s practically frozen.

After all you were the reason why he was currently on the floor, eyes wide like a deer in headlights and all that. You’d innocently instigated sure. Simply wanting to move things along a bit.

There was nothing wrong with that, right?

Well apparently Levi has been thrown off his game even more than you thought he would be. Quite literally.

The two of you had been in his room as per usual. It was the normal song and dance the two of you strummed together. He would send you a message or call you:- the latest game was coming out, the idol group he loved was having a virtual concert or ooh! the anime you both watched was airing a new episode! And of course, if you were free you would be right over to spend time with him.

It became your thing; just the two of you. You talked, you laughed, you shared food. It was really nice. Comfortable even.

But back to today! Today in particular, he invited you over because he was really excited about the release of this new game and he really couldn’t wait to try it out in your company!

For once there wasn’t too much he knew about it before pre-release. The info had apparently been quite hard to obtain in his online groups. But the fun came in trying to scavenge info online and see what people had been saying. Now that the game was about to release, he really wanted to dive into the lore and general feel of the game with you right by his side. It was multiplayer, and the sooner MC picked up on watching and learning with him, the sooner they could eventually play with him.

He found new releases really fun after all!

And MC found his excitement absolutely amusing.

He was playing through the prologue in such a focused way that you couldn’t help but notice the slight pout on his lips. Levi always made a show of reading out the text on screen only if he needed to. Then it was right back to being quiet and focused, only the occasional noise of surprise leaving him. And there was that pout again. How cute.

It was no secret that the two of you liked each other. Levi was constantly dancing around saying it outright; perhaps a little unsure of how to broach the topic, but he was always so receptive to hanging out with you.

Being around you was arguably the highlight of his life. He wanted your attention constantly; wholeheartedly and would fall prey to minor bouts of jealousy if one of his brothers interrupted that. (In fact, at one point you had jokingly said he seemed more like The Avatar of Greed than Envy. Levi had been none too pleased to hear that. You made it up to him by accompanying him to a con, of course.)

But still, Levi was unconsciously a little more open with his wants than he realized. Levi was pretty unexperienced with most things however, and seemed to be quite fine with taking his time. That was fine. He was allowed that right. MC had been patient, they never pushed all that much. Sometimes taking it slow and really enjoyed the lead up to the inevitable was just as exciting. Though with months and months passing by and things mostly staying the same MC started to wonder if Levi perhaps needed some guidance. They’d heard Asmo and Mammon placing bets at one point even, loudly wondering Will they? Won’t they?

MC had only rolled their eyes, pretending not to hear.

But it was true in a sense wasn’t it... will they or won’t they?

Sometimes MC entertained the idea of just pulling Levi in close- planting a quick kiss on his dorky dumb face to see how the demon would react. What would he say? Would he finally pull them into his arms? Would he faint right on the spot? Would Levi call Diavolo up and have MC be swiftly banished from the Devildom never to be seen again?

All this runs through their head while they sit next to him, thighs close enough to touch. Not that he seems bothered by the contact anyways. In the past he used to jump at the slightest brush of skin, but perhaps now that time has passed, he’s a lot more used to their presence beside him.

Or perhaps he really is just that invested in the game.

MC raises a brow; considering.

It’s in that moment that they decide to maybe test their luck. Their previous musings of a kiss sounded more alluring by the second quite honestly. Just one quick peck couldn’t hurt could it? The worst that could happen would be a rejection. And ooh... right. Rejection.

But no... all the signs were there.

Levi always seemed so hopeful. So happy to see MC smile in their direction. So happy to share with them and listen to them talk about their interests as well. The demon blushed whenever his brothers teased them, or Lord Diavolo would loudly. Levi would quickly, but he would never deny

And could they really keep waiting another handful of months to test the waters when his lips were right there?

Oh what the hell.

And before they can talk themself out of it, MC is leaning up to give them a quick peck on the lips. The instant MC had moved Levi was already turning to look at them, a question on his lips. He was cut off the moment their lips connected however, something soft and sweet; the tinges of desire doing their best to stay at a decent level. It was like witnessing an electric shock ran through him all of a sudden. Because the next thing Levi had down was to loudly fall on his back, headphones clattering to the floor.

MC couldn’t believe the display. In fact, they don’t think they ever even heard someone yell ‘eep!’ after a kiss before. And that’s where they are now. Levi on his back, face impossibly dark as MC kneels next to him.

He blinks up at them almost cartoonishly.

“Are you alright?” MC asks after a moment of silence.

Levi only manages another pathetic whimper as an answer.

“Yes? No? Talk to me Levi.” They chuckle a little. A surprisingly gentle hand moves to smooth over his hair. The gesture only seems to make the demons face flush darker.

“M- MC?” He quietly mutters. The game is most definitely forgotten by this point.

“Levi.” MC simply says. “Sorry if that was- sudden. I just, um...”

“Ah. No d-don’t be!” Levi takes a breath, still watching in wonder. His hands reach up to grasp at them:- feeling their jawline, then their cheeks, and on a sillier note, they move Mc’s face around. MC tries their best to stifle a laugh. The way he looks at them is almost starstruck, as if he’s seeing a mirage. It’s as if he’s really examining them. If they’re really right within his grasp.

The smoothness of cool hands against warm skin is such a nice feeling though. Intimate even. It brings some of the same dark color to MC’s own face. “How long are you going to feel my face, you big dork?”

“Ah!?” Levi sits up suddenly, bringing the two of you closer. He turns Mc’s head a little. “Eh, ah-” He blinks. The demon still seems skeptical almost. “Are you serious? This really isn’t a dream?”

MC reaches out to touch his face as well. “I’m real! At least I would hope so!”

Levi gasps. It’s then that he finally let’s go of their face, but he doesn’t move away. “I- I thought I died- I mean like, I thought I was going to die!?”

MC laughs a little at that, something light.

"Ah, right right!" Levi says, his voice still a little shaky. "Can I... can we... do that again?"

Levi seems to get his confidence back at that, and he plants another kiss on their cheek. His own actions make him smile. When MC doesn’t seemed bothered by the action it only instills more confidence in him. They had a bit of catching up to do after all. And so he dares to plant another kiss. It only makes him smile wider. He kisses them again, absolutely delighted. His kiss drifts down to the edge of their lips, then their jawline.

MC let's out a satisfied little sigh, and that seems to finally bring him back to reality. The two of you stare at each other for a few ticks, still caught up in the quiet of the moment.

Levi's face is still quite red, but there's such a strong look of adoration "Sorry, sorry.” He mutters. “...Started getting carried away there. Aha. I still can’t believe we’re doing this!"

"Don't be." MC reassures with a small smile. "I really liked that!"

Levi only hums, hugging them closer (and oh, he’s being rather brave, huh!). MC can hear the absolute delight hidden underneath the surface though. “Y-You know, I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile now as well.” His voice becomes a little muffled from being buried in MC’s shoulder. “Kiss... Kiss you I mean... Guh. I think I need a moment actually. I’m so happy.”

MC laughs a little, something quiet.

“Can you hear my heart at all?” Levi rushes out suddenly pulling back. MC shakes their head. “My chest feels like it’s going crazy still what if I die for real this time!?” Levi looks like he’s on the verge of falling over, but his hold on MC remains.

“You won’t die, Levi.” They shake him a little. “We’ve come this far! Who will give me kisses if you pass away?”

He can’t help but make an embarrassed noise from somewhere in the back of his throat. “That- that’s true... Yeah...” He seems to smile a little then. It starts off shaky but as he gazes more at MC it seems to straighten out. “Yeah! Me and you... we’re finally- Ah, I really am so lucky. I must’ve rolled an ultra-rare lucky UR+ on the gacha of life-”

"Alright. Alright. Enough of that." MC says jokingly. "Please don't ruin the moment.”

“Understood!” Levi proclaims. “Hey, can I kiss you again, MC?”

“Yeah.” They say. They brush a strand of hair out the way. “As much as you want.”

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hollandsmushroom · 3 years ago

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Broken Rules and Ruined Lace

Pairing:Tom Holland x Reader AU:No Word Count:3,134 A/n:Um, this is just pure filth pretty much, its slightly edited so I hope it is good but I am not sure…I think everything I write is shit so um, feedback is greatly appreciated. Warnings: Smut Masturbation, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Slight Degradation, Cum Play, Cum, Dom!Tom, Smut, Oral(F receiving), unprotected sex, orgasm control, orgasm denial, spanking(one mention). I think that is everything if not I am sorry.

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It’s not that you wanted to break Tom’s rule, you didn’t want to be his brat, you really wanted to be his good girl. But as soon as you woke up you knew that you were fighting a losing battle and all you could do was try and hold off the inevitable.

You remember when Tom set the rule, both of you laying in bed, your had rested on his sweaty chest as you stared up at his flushed face, entranced by the movement of his lips, they were still wet with your arousal and his spit, the slickness catching the minimal rays of light in the shadowed room causing the thing yet plump flesh to glisten, distracting you from his words.

“Y/n?” he gave your head a light tug, forcing your eyes to meet his “Are ya listening to me?” His accent was thick and words were stern.

“No, sorry”

“I was saying you can’t touch yourself without permission” he growled, mashing his mouth to yours teeth hitting each other with the pressure of the open mouthed kiss. “So no more of what you did today, you hear me?” he asked, breathing heavily from the intensity of the kiss, his eyes looking deep into yours searching for recognition, you gave it to him in the form of a nod and a quiet “Yes, Tommy” before curling even further into him.

As you recalled what that night you knew you should be focusing on the assertiveness he used when speaking to you but all you could think about was how his lips felt on yours. On days like these his words never left your mind, but today you were more focused on remembering your cum on his lips. You knew that you needed permission but you didn’t want to bother with asking him if you could get off without him. Deep down you knew the excuse of not wanting to bother him was simply that, an excuse because you knew what his answer would be and it would be so much easier to disobey if he didn’t know that you had been thinking about it already, if he didn’t know to check if you had broken, if he didn’t remind you of the consequences.

When you had woken up Tom was already gone, you knew that he had press for Spider-Man No Way Home which was premiering tonight, your cunt on the other hand, had a mind of its own. As soon as you had fully awoken you felt a heat in your core, a fire that was waiting to be stoked, one that the clenching of your thighs in an attempt to alleviate the desire only worsened. A small whimper passing your lips as your thighs pressed your labia together, applying pressure to your swollen clit. You tried to ignore it, hauling your ass out of bed and to the kitchen, fixing yourself a nice cup of tea, sipping slowly as you tried to focus on anything else. The burn of the hot liquid on your tongue or how the marble counter was digging into your lower back, even Tessa’s cold nose nuzzling your calf, but nothing was working.

Deciding to put off making a choice until after breakfast, you fixed yourself something to eat. Focusing on the food in front of you as you did your best not to burn anything. Your brain was a debate, divided and arguing over the pros and cons. The pros were simply that you would get off, that the burning itch of ecstasy would go away, the cons well out weighed them, Tom’s punishment should have been threat enough but the state you were in was something past rationality. You surprised yourself by your decision that you were gonna do it. Eyes looking at the clock on the oven, the digital flash of numbers alerting you that Tom would be home in a couple hours, enough time for you to have your fun and not get caught.

You felt a little bad about disobeying Tom, but as soon as your hypersensitive skin met your sheets, and the pads of your fingers touched your clit, all guilt evaporated from you. Your mind was on him the whole time, how his fingers felt in you and on you. Pinching your nipples between your thumb and pointer finger, rolling the nub gently as you rubbed your clit furiously. Your body had been ready to go since you woke up, your orgasm building mere minutes after you began, your fingers covered in your slickness, you wished they could be cleaned by Tom’s tongue. You wanted it to be his fingers or better yet his cock that grazed over your g-spot making you dive into the pool of ecstasy that overflowed in your lower belly. You came down from your high, eyes falling upon the large blotch of liquid that squirted from your core, tainting your pure grey sheets, you assured yourself that it would dry before Tom got home not finding it in you to change the bed sheets.

You felt much more calm, your body feeling less like it was vibrating in a high speed desire ridden anxiety, it felt like you could breath and like you weren’t about to explode. You looked at the clock, knowing that you needed to get ready and you still had just over enough time to get yourself to the state that was presentable to the world. Making your way to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping in, scrubbing your hands clean, trying to rid them of your strong scent.

Tom came home from the press junket an hour later, already ready for the event, having had to be all put together since this morning for press. You heard him, his footsteps sounding on the hardwood floor followed loudly by Tessa’s claws clicking as she ran up to him, his voice was tired and beautiful, sounding like home and calling to you.

“Love, you here?”

“Up here Tommy” you shouted in response, continuing to apply your final bits of makeup to be prepared for the evening, specifically the red carpet. Tom followed the sweet notes of your voice, wanting nothing more than to hold you in his arms, to ground himself from all the insanity that was the countless interviews. Tom found his plans changing when he saw something on the covers of your shared bed, his eyes catching on some patches of dampness on the grey duvet cover, they were mostly dry but still altering the color of the sheet a shade darker than it would normally be. His eyebrows raised up his forehead he went to check it was, making sure that Tessa hadn’t peed on the bed again. As soon as got near the spots a familiar scent hit him, arguably his favorite smell, one that almost always made his cock harden, the only exception being when he was already fucked out. It was the smell of your arousal, your cum to be more specific.

He was confused, you hadn’t had sex in a couple of days so why would your cum be on the sheets, unless you broke his rule. He felt a fury boil inside of him, mindlessly drawing him to where you stood in front of the mirror preparing yourself for the premier of his movie tonight.

“Hi Tommy!” you spoke excitedly as you could, your focus on the spooly in your hand applying mascara to your lashes. Without a word his hand wrapped around your wrist pulling your dominant hand to his face.

“Tom what the fuck” you exclaimed, angry that he had interupted you and almost ruined your face of make up but that anger melted quickly, realizing what he was doing as he unfurled your pointer and middle finger from around the mascara wand, bringing them to his nose as he glared at you.

The scent was faint on his nose, not as noticeable as it had been on the bed sheets but yet it was still present, hidden under multiple bouts of hand washing trying to rinse your disobedience down the drain with your lavender scented hand soap but clearly you hadn’t be thorough enough, the faintest hint still present.

“Tom, I-”

“No talking” he bit at you, your mouth shutting immediately as you nodded at his words. He pushed his body against yours, the imprint of his dick showing through his trousers before it pressed against you. His lips burn the skin on your neck before scratching his teeth over the juncture of your shoulder and your collar bone, biting down hard, making you hiss at the pain. “You broke the rule, I should have expected that you being the little fucking brat that you are” he chastized, his fingers bunching up the edges of your dress, hiking it up until the ruffled silk sat above the round of yoru ass, you barely clothed core visible to Tom’s hungry eyes as he knelt infront of you, fingers slipping inbetween your thighs and forcing them apart, a wave of yoru arousal hitting his nose. “You smell so sweet, I would love to devour your pretty little cunt but that’s only for good girls’’ he leans in and bites your mons, the lace barely protecting you from the blunt of his teeth.

The lace scrunched up beneath his teeth as he tugged it farther from your burning skin, pulling them downwards as he exposed your core, mouth watering as he saw your wetness connect to the crotch of your panties to your cunt. He had to remind himself that he couldn’t that you didn’t deserve it, that he was angry with you, but god did you look fucking delicious.

“Im gonna fuck you so hard, your legs are gonna shake the whole way down the red carpet, you’re gonna need me there to hold you up, even though you don’t need me cause you got off on your own” Tom spat, undoing his belt buckle.

“I do need you” you whimpered, the cold on your core nearing pain, all the blood rushing between your thighs increasing your sensitivity, the contrast of the chilled atmosphere on your burning skin already too much for you to handle.

“What did I say about talking, pretty girl” his often soothing voice coming out as a snarl. Taking the base of his cock he ran his tip through your folds, coming downwards over your clit before stopping at your entrance, thrusting into you without any warning, fully entering you with the first thrust. Tom watched as you bit your lip, nearly hard enough to draw blood.

“Good girl, stay quiet” he ordered as he started to thrust, the impetus of his hips making his balls slap against your taint, a jolt rolling up your spine as you felt every inch of him pulsing inside of you.

You wanted to scream, to whine, to moan, but all you could do was bite your lip as the pleasure started to overtake your body, every inch of your body being set aflame as Tom continued his thrusts. Tears were pricking your eyes as his hand gripped into your yielding and supple flesh, you felt your orgasm building, and you knew that Tom was too, his tip twitching against your walls, but just as you were about to unravel he pulled out, grabbing his cock and sliding his hand up and down it, thick white spools of cum shooting out, and landing on your panties, tainting the french lingerie that Tom had bought you on a romantic get away not long before. You were less worried about the lace, more about the intensified burning between your thighs that you now knew wasn’t being satisfied or eased anytime soon.

“It’s time to go,” Tom informed, pulling back from you leaving you standing there, your face portraying nothing but shock, eyes flitting between the cum that tainted your red lace panties and Tom’s smirking face. He tugged your panties back up your legs, soothing the lace over your core and spreading the cum across your folds before planting a kiss on your lips. “Come on” he tugged your wrist and led you down stairs to head to the event.

At the red carpet you felt his cum cooling on your folds and slipping between them, spreading around with every single step you took, you felt it seeping through your lace, smearing on your thighs and making them sticky. It was all you could think about the whole evening, how it continued to spread and absorb into your soft skin, it felt too much, and he wasn’t even touching you. Tom could tell how much it was affecting you, occasionally rubbing his hand up your thigh and gathering a little on his fingers, sneakily placing them in his mouth and sucking them clean. When you arrived home, you were a mess, your thighs sticking with his cum but slipping with your own arousal. It was enough to make you cum just thinking about it, and you were pretty sure you could if given the chance, but you weren’t. As soon as you reached the solace of your bedroom Tom spoke up, really the first time since before the event.

“Let’s get ready for bed” he suggested, causing a frown to overtake your face, but not wanting to make things worse you gave a curt nod and headed to the bathroom, grabbing one of Tom’s shirts on the way in there. You stripped yourself of your constraining dress, slipping on the loose fabric, and involuntary sigh escaping your lips at the feeling of freedom. You had already finished your nightly routine when Tom came in, you were right about to sit down and clean yourself up when he caught you by the waist.

“Nuh uh, don’t clean yourself up yet” he whispered, breath hot on your neck making goosebumps spread wherever his breath touched. “Go lay on the bed and wait for me” he ordered, placing a soft kiss beneath your ear. Spinning you in the direction of the door, and laying a slap on your ass, watching it jiggle as you walked away.

You laid down on the bed, you were stuck on thinking about what was about to happen, having been nearly positive that you already got your punishment for your disobedience. Tom sensed your confusion as soon as he walked into the room, standing at the end of the bed for a moment, watching you as you watched him, his eyes eager as they caught your pussy peeking out from beneath the hem of your shirt.

“I’m gonna make you cum with my tongue” was all he said before he was on you kissing his way down your body, lifting up the oversized shirt that now covered your body, nothing underneath it. The soft cotton bunching up much like your dress had earlier in the evening.

“Look at this cunt, so fucking gorgeous” Tom groaned, looking at how his cum still covered the lips of your pussy. “I love seeing my cum on you” his tongue flicked out and licked some of the arousal that was leaking from your entrance, the mixture of his spunk and your slick delicious on his taste buds.

“Tommy I want you in me” you whimpered, tugging on his hair.

“Nuh uh baby girl, I’m letting you cum on my tongue, you don’t get to be greedy, “ he growled, softly sinking his teeth into your clit. “You can moan, you can touch me, but you will only cum when I tell you too” you nodded your head eagerly, at the point where you would have agreed to anything just to have him touch you properly. He said nothing else, no words, no noise, simply licking over the closed lips of your pussy, enjoying the taste, if he hadn’t drained his cock earlier he knew that he would have been hard, and he was actually happy he wasn’t, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to hold out from fucking you to completion if he was.

“Taste so fucking good, baby” he slipped his tongue between your lips, licking over the folds and vallies that lined the inside of your vulva.

“Tom T-t-Tom you feel so- fuck good” you moaned, threading yoru fingers in his hair as you tried to pull him closer to you trying to smear your cunt across his face, but he fought back, he was gonna make you cum, but in his own time. Finally after multiple minutes of kitten licks and light kisses between your folds he fully delved into your cunt. Licking a heated spitty stripe from entrance to clit. He pulled back and spat on your clit, rubbing his nose against it as his tongue slipped into your cunt, licking the inside of nudging that one spot deep inside of you as his nose bumped into your clit. He continued this action over and over again, the thrust of his tongue increasing the pressure on your clit.

“Tommy, I-I-I’m gonna cum” you whimpered, your legs trying to clamp around his head but his hands held them in place.

“Cum on baby, cum on my face” he spoke into your cunt as he sped up his movements, letting pushing you over the edge, and you fell, your back arching off the sheets as your body tensed, toes curling into the duvet as your breath was pulled from you lips, a silent scream on your mouth. He held you through your orgasm, only tearing away from your pussy when he was sure he had milked you of everything that you had. Licking his lips and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he watched you, your eyes were clenched shut as you tried to catch your breath. Your high, leaving you so blissed out that you didn’t realize Tom had left and come back until a cool wet towel soothed your burning core, a sigh escaping your lips.

Throwing the towel into the hamper he crawled into bed next to you, pulling you into him. His touch still burned your skin, the need to unravel around him still not having been satiated. He seemed to sense your tension, rubbing his hand down your back and breaking the thick silence in the air.

“You’ll get what you want tomorrow morning, love, I promise, but don’t you dare think of getting off while I’m asleep,” he hummed, kissing your temple before turning off the light. You wanted to whine, to complain and be a brat but you knew that would just get you even farther from cumming around Tom’s pretty cock, so you maintained your peaceful silence, eyes fluttering shut just thinking of what you were gonna get the next morning.

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6okuto · 3 years ago

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how would m3+Rime react to songs like CPR, Deepthroat, WAP, and other... colorful songs from earth. I just realized that we have a lot of sex songs lmao.

like maybe one day while mc is doing a chore or whatever, they start casually rapping the lyrics to CPR and the LIs are just like????? what are you saying???? cue them listening to WAP

— M4 react to explicit songs

**still gn!reader but the songs mentioned are from female artists this is quite fun i think

felix

felix has been working for so long that mc gets bored and starts singing . "Can you stay up all night? / Fuck me 'til the daylight / 34, 35 / Baby, you might need a seatbelt when I ride it / I'ma leave it open like a door, come inside it—"

but felix freezes. he doesn't know what's happening where he is or if he's alive,, "is...a lot of your music from earth like this?"

if mc doesn't have their phone felix is left with mc's humming and tapping. if they Do have their phone,, they better somehow pull up geniuslyrics.com so he can process what's happening

you know the parts of the songs where they moan a little. imagine felix's face when he turns around at mc moaning before laughing

it isn't exactly his cup of tea (haha. Ha.) but he doesn't stop or judge mc for it . just needs a second to Un-fluster himself whenever they start singing

eventually he's able to tease them about it (depending on how explicit the song is) and say if they'd like attention, he's very willing to give them some

anisa

she and mc are taking a break from work at this point when mc starts humming. eventually they actually start saying lyrics and ,, "Spank me, slap me, choke me, bite me / Uh, wait, I can take it / Give a fuck 'bout what your wifey's sayin'"

🤨?? "i'm sorry, mc, what...what did you say?"

she feels awkward singing along with them but she does enjoy watching (as long as there aren't other people around to hear them because,, she doesn't know how she'd explain this). a change of pace while they're doing chores

^ anisa might end up humming the tune sometimes if they're especially catchy or if mc also had it stuck in their head

when mc catches her she gets a little flustered,, "it was a nice melody." it's ok queen i know. no one is safe from doja cat

honestly the confidence boost that comes with the songs is Quite nice sometimes. (i'd sing body while anisa gets ready . just by the way) once she's used to it it's like,, surprise > lighthearted eye roll > smiling

sage

mc mentioned there was explicit music on earth which is fair. but then it's megan's part in WAP. "Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me / Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me / I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be / I run down on him 'fore I have a — running me"

sage can't help but look at them because what in the hell, "that's the music you listen to?"

mc makes direct eye contact with him while saying the most explicit lyrics just to watch him either lose it because it was unexpected or grin

he'd learn the lyrics just by hearing and picking them up. felix stares in disbelief as he joins in on mc's rapping. it's 3 in the afternoon what are the both of you saying

sobbing at the idea of mc singing squidward nose and sage takes it personally while not knowing who the Fuck squidward is

tbh he loves it. like, the Energy the songs need means mc gets bolder/more confident than usual. nobody is singing thot shit by megan thee stallion without looking a little hot and that means Sage Wins.

rime

of all the things he expected to walk in on, mc going "Tight as a virgin boy don't get nervous / I'm here to serve you customer service / I save dick by giving it CPR / Put my mouth on it like CPR" was Not one of the options rime had prepared

after the initial shock/confusion he just watches with a smirk on his face. "very colorful imagery." yeah yeah i know you love that don't you rime

the song and the image of mc singing it end up getting stuck in his head for the rest of the day which you know, isn't exactly the best thing when he's trying to focus and when he doesn't even really know the words

would probably ask them for other songs just to see how explicit they can get. it's a lot more fun than his options in astraea And watching mc get flustered while trying to say certain lyrics is an added bonus

very likely to tease them and say something along the lines of "you know if you wanted to do something, you could have just asked."

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whumpworld · 3 years ago

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So, the wonderful @erzawritesstuff let me use one of their prompts for a little blip of writing. Did I take it and run? Did I go completely overboard? Why, yes, I did. I did indeed. But, I had so so much fun writing it.

Here is the originally posted prompt. I’m going to include it here as well:

“A stoic Whumpee or team leader who has nightmares but lets no one know. One night, an inexperienced team member who looks up to Whumpee/an old friend of Whumpee who doesn't like Whumpee anymore decides to visit them to give them a gift/argue with them. Anyway, they find Whumpee awake, eyes wide and panicked, bleeding from wounds they accidentally (or not accidentally) gouged into themselves. They’re breathing heavily and their hair is matted and tangled. Whumpee clearly isn’t completely there. They approach them, and Whumpee cowers. “Sir, sir, not again, please.”

The Hauntings

Summary: A stoic, team leader Whumpee, who is overwhelmed by their responsibilities, regrets, and a painful past experiences nightmares of their time in captivity near nightly. But one night, an unexpected visitor adds to the realism of a flashback/hallucination.

TW: Self harm, nightmares, hallucinations, PTSD, flashbacks, angst, creepy whumper, pissed caretaker (for a bit), reference to past torture, self sacrifice/slight suicidal ideation?

PS, I am sorry for this incredibly long post on your feed. Tumblr will not give me the option to add a little page break like it usually does, I cannot figure out how to add it for the life of me.

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The bags under their eyes had become a normality, deep grayish-purple crescent moons resting above Whumpee’s cheekbones. These marks of exhaustion didn’t help the dulled color of their irises, what years ago used to be bright green—the color of a freshly uncurled leaf in the spring—now a shade that of the green glass of a wine bottle which had been tossed to the ocean ages ago, seaweed and sea salt clouding and grinding it to opacity.

The team had not noticed, or at least hadn’t commented on, Whumpee’s drained look every morning, likely assuming it was the stress of being the team leader. Anyone who had to make the tough decisions every day, who was responsible for holding everyone’s life in their hands—when they secretly felt they couldn’t even be held accountable for their own—would naturally have circles under their eyes. And that was certainly part of it.

But more so, the cause was the nightmares. The frighteningly real night terrors that overtook them after already too long days. The dreams that brought them jolting to wakefulness in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat yet shivering, their eyes red, their pillow saturated, and their face itchy from the salty tears they had been crying.

Sometimes they would wake screaming. It was during these bouts that Whumpee was thankful for their room at the very far end of the headquarters, away from where the rest of the team stayed. Other times they’d wake on the floor after sleepwalking and incredibly vivid dreams of Whumper, a new bruise from the fall off the bed, fresh scratches from their nails digging into their skin, or their back to the corner as they shook from the aftermath of the nightmares and flashbacks.

What was most worrying was when these nightmares bled over into Whumpee’s waking world. It wasn’t often, but sometimes when they had overly realistic dreams, Whumpee would awaken and yet still be trapped by hallucinations. Whumpee was never fully in control during these episodes, but they were undoubtedly awake, and would only realize that it had not been a dream, but a horrifically animated and lifelike hallucination attacking them, after they snapped out of it.

Following their time with Whumper, it only took a few occasions of these episodes occurring for Whumpee to realize they needed to lock away anything that could be remotely dangerous to someone with a mind tangled by lingering dreams and visions. One time Whumpee had come to with a letter opener shaking in their grip, another occasion clutching a screwdriver which they were holding out defensively after having imagined Whumper slowly back them into the wall. It had become a habit now to keep most anything that could be harmful in any way outside of the room, which now typically only contained basic necessities and furniture.

Occasionally, when Whumpee’s nightmares became too stressful even for their own sleeping mind, sleep paralysis would set it, and lock them in place, helpless to move or shout as Whumper slipped into the room and lumbered over to them, whispering awful things as they crawled towards a paralyzed Whumpee. These were the worst dreams by far and when Whumpee was able to wake from them, they would not be able to fall back to bed the entire rest of the night.

It had been a year now since they had become free of that monster. Though they had their team to return to, Whumpee had never—could never—speak of their time with Whumper. There was no need to tell the team what savageries they were put through or let them see the very real physical reminders of them. Now that the nightmares had become more and more frequent, Whumpee especially knew they could not confide in the team, for fear of being replaced as leader for their weakness and mental fragility. And, after all, it was Whumpee’s own fault for being taken by Whumper.

That fateful night, Whumpee had received a letter from Whumper claiming he would destroy the team if Whumpee didn’t meet with him, so they did. They knowingly walked into a trap to save their team; granted, they had expected Whumper to kill them, not lock them up to be tortured for his pleasure. What was worse though, or perhaps for the best, was that the team hadn’t known of the letter or Whumpee’s sacrifices to save them. When Whumpee wasn’t there in the morning and didn’t return for nine months, the team had presumed them missing and then dead. Whumpee very well couldn’t complain to their teammates about their trauma and stress when they had essentially chosen to go with Whumper. They were already lucky enough to have been accepted back into the team when they returned. Though, it wasn’t really the full team, not without Caretaker.

After their escape, Whumpee—only following the time it took their body to heal from the injuries caused by Whumper, so the team couldn’t see any obvious wounds—had simply walked in the door of the headquarters. It had taken the team several weeks upon Whumpee’s return to readjust to the idea of them even being alive, and although those weeks were rough, the team had eventually adjusted. Two weeks passed and they had gladly accepted Whumpee back as their leader. All except for Caretaker. Caretaker had taken the loss of Whumpee especially hard—hadn’t eaten or slept for days when the team’s efforts to find Whumpee had failed. And then suddenly, there Whumpee was, back from the dead and pretending like everything was normal, as if they had never abandoned the team.

Caretaker knew Whumpee a bit better than the rest of the team and knew Whumpee wouldn’t leave with no notice for no reason at all. But when they confronted Whumpee about their absence, and tried so desperately to get Whumpee to tell them what happened, Whumpee had only told them, just as they had told the rest of the team, that they left to take a vacation.

The pure, unbelievableness and absurdity of this excuse was at first laughable to Caretaker, who thought it was a joke. Whumpee simply couldn’t find the effort to make up some extravagant lie and when they stuck by their story, Caretaker pestered, offered to help them however they could, but at the time Whumpee wanted none of it. When Caretaker and Whumpee eventually got into a shouting match, it ended poorly, with Caretaker putting their foot down and saying they would not stand by while Whumpee pretended as though things were fine. Whumpee only slammed the door in their face. Then Caretaker was gone, never to return since.

Once Caretaker left, the rest of the team continued on, back to normal as well as they could, like Whumpee had never left and like Caretaker had never existed. Sure, the team cared about Whumpee and Caretaker, but it wasn’t as though they could simply stop their missions for some drama. So, now, after so much time had passed, Whumpee wasn’t about to let the lingering side effects of their captivity with Whumper hinder their work and what little of their reputation they had remaining, even if it was just a facade.

But keeping the team going, keeping them safe, and putting on their tough face every morning, was only becoming increasingly tiring for Whumpee each day, certainly more so being as low on sleep as they were. Today was especially stressful though. The team had nearly failed a mission, only scraping by by the skin of their teeth, leaving Whumpee feeling more spent and weary than ever. When they got to their room, they didn’t even bother to shower, only stripped down to their undergarments, haphazardly throwing the items from the pockets of their slacks onto the bedside table—a miniature flashlight, a crumpled receipt, a ballpoint pen, a pocket knife—and slid into bed.

Caretaker had not had a good year since leaving the team. To start, they missed the comradery. They got along very well with the entire team and enjoyed the almost familial bonds the group had formed. Second, although it was certainly dangerous at times, they were fond of the work and the cause they fought for. But, ever since leaving, things had been rough. Caretaker had been forced to pick up odd jobs here and there, always earning enough to barely pay the bills but never enough to relax. It was a unique kind of torture, being away from their friends and job which they loved and they had lost it all because of Whumpee.

It was one thing to take some time off of work, but to disappear without a trace was just plain selfish. When Whumpee had first returned, Caretaker had been overwhelmed with joy to see them; they wept for an hour, nearly strangling Whumpee with an unrelenting hug. But the excitement was short-lived, quickly replaced by shock which was then overpowered by anger. At first, Caretaker hadn’t believed Whumpee when they said they had left because of the stress. I just needed to get away, take a break from it all, was what they said. Caretaker knew–or suspected–instantly that that was a lie. But Whumpee was different after coming back to the team, colder, more distant, and after their fight, Caretaker started to think that maybe Whumpee really was selfish enough to have left without so much as a farewell. Caretaker would have never done something so cruel as abandoning the team.

When Caretaker had stormed out after the fight, they only planned to get some air for a bit, blow off some steam until Whumpee apologized. But the days passed and Whumpee never called or texted and Caretaker’s memories of Whumpee turned bitter with resentment. It was all their fault. Everything had been so perfect before Whumpee left. Now, after a year of no contact and Caretaker struggling to make it day to day, the only emotions they held towards Whumpee were hatred and indignation.

But today Caretaker felt especially furious after having to work a terribly difficult job, one they never would have had to do if not for Whumpee. Nearly a year had passed and Caretaker’s frustrations still hadn’t smoothed over. Whoever claimed that time heals all wounds clearly never suffered the pain of losing a friend to hatred. Caretaker was at the end of their rope and by god, they were going to get some closure, or at least one last word in. They needed to let Whumpee know how badly they had ruined their life. So, they flagged down a taxi and headed off for headquarters.

An electronic chirp sounded and a bright green light flashed as Caretaker swiped their old ID card over the headquarter keypad. For a moment they were surprised to find that their card hadn’t been taken out of the system, but then realized that the team likely thought Caretaker would return a few days later after making up with Whumpee. Well, here they were, and they were not here to make up.

The labyrinth-like halls of headquarters washed a strange sense of nostalgia over Caretaker as they turned corners left and right, instantly remembering every door and room in the building. It was late, around 3 am, and it was dead silent in the halls, only the soft hum of the air conditioning whirring in the walls and ceiling. The air smelled cool and recirculated like it always used to, hints of spices from the kitchen up the hall and bits of cologne as they passed one of Caretaker’s old teammate’s room. Everything was just as it had been.

As they passed the kitchen they remembered the time the team had gathered there for Teammate A’s birthday, having thrown a surprise party and even baked them a cake. Passing the weapons room, Caretaker thought back to when they had training sessions each morning with Whumpee and each night alone, only themselves and the old wooden targets. The library brought back memories of a drunken gathering the team had after a hard day. Caretaker understood the phrase “taking a stroll down memory lane” as they slowly walked through the empty headquarters, each remembrance causing a wistful tightening of their chest. With each passing room, Caretaker took in the pain and regret of leaving this place, what they considered their only real home in their life.

Finally, Caretaker neared the other end of the building. They knew Whumpee’s room was at the far end and began heading straight for it, their reminiscing of their life here, when the team was all together, did nothing to lessen their need to release the pent-up anger. In fact, it seemed to only make Caretaker more upset. Each room was dark and vacant as the team slept and Caretaker felt a nearly tangible ache of acrimony. Whumpee had done this. Whumpee had ruined this. Who could do such a thing as leaving like that? How could Whumpee live with themselves knowing they had done such a thing?

Caretaker rounded one final corner before they were standing in front of the door to Whumpee’s room. With a deep breath through their nose, they steeled themselves, ready to give Whumpee hell for what they had done. They looked down to the doorknob as they exhaled and were startled to see a soft light peeking out from under the bottom of the door. Only then did they hear a muffled mumbling coming from inside, a shaky voice speaking unrecognizable words through the wood. For a second, Caretaker forgot why they were there, confusion and curiosity overtaking them. But they shook their head as if to break loose the thoughts; they were here to confront Whumpee, and if Whumpee was already awake, well that just makes things easier.

Gripping the handle, they swung the door open and began their accusations, their fury became clear again as the words began to burst from their chest. “Do you know what the hell you put me through?!” Caretaker yelled, barging in a bit too forcefully as the door flew open easily. But their question only hung awkwardly in the air as Caretaker’s mouth gaped slightly in surprise. The room was nearly empty save the bed bordered by two wooden end tables near the head, completely void of Whumpee’s usual odds and ends, knickknacks, and souvenirs they had collected throughout the years on missions, and Caretaker hesitated briefly, almost not recognizing it as being Whumpee’s room.

It was dimly lit, a soft yellow source of light coming from the floor on the far end of the room, and for a second Caretaker didn’t understand why. Then their eyes adjusted to the rest of the scene. The bed was a mess, the sheets seeming to have been through a shredder. A lamp that Caretaker assumed had been on the end table had been knocked over, the lampshade cracked down the middle and the base shattered on the floor, but the lightbulb was still running, casting strange shadows across the room.

There was a figure—Whumpee? Yes, it was Whumpee—three paces away from the lamp. They were kneeling on the floor, their head tilted slightly to the ground, their shaggy, unkempt hair just barely covering the top of their face. When the door slammed into the wall Whumpee’s head jerked up, revealing eyes wet and wide with terror; it was a look Caretaker hadn’t seen on Whumpee even under the worst pressure, even during some of the horrible missions they had.

Their light brown strands of hair were matted and tangled in clumps that stuck out at odd angles. They looked terribly pale and skinnier than Caretaker remembered them—even skinnier than when they had returned from “vacation”. A sheen of sickly sweat covered their skin, even further clumping the hair on their forehead and glistening on their chest which was heaving violently up and down. Then Caretaker saw the blood. Whumpee had an open pocket knife grasped in their hand, which was trembling, and there was a gash running diagonally across their forearm, another down their bicep. Darkly colored blood dripped rhythmically onto the hardwood floors.

“Wha…” Caretaker couldn’t even get a full word out, staring in horror at the sight, their mind spinning to comprehend the situation. Whumpee was mumbling incoherent nothings, their form shaking as they kept their gaze locked on Caretaker, as if waiting to see what they would do.

The dripping of their blood became the twisted ticking of a clock as a brief period of inaction overtook Caretaker. But then they snapped out of it, reaching into their pocket to pull out a kerchief as they took a step towards Whumpee, knowing they had to at least stop the bleeding. The anger they had felt so strongly before dissolved under confusion and the urge to fix whatever was happening in this strange moment. But their movement triggered something and Whumpee was instantly scrambling backward, tipping back from their knees to their rear to drag themselves so their back was to the wall. They brandished the pocket knife, shivering in unstill hands.

Caretaker halted their advance but was close enough now to notice that a fog seemed to cover Whumpee’s eyes, clouding the color of them as they frantically whipped back and forth from Caretaker to the knife. They were close enough to see the scars covering Whumpee’s torso—not unusual in their line of work—but scars Caretaker had never seen before, ones not there before Whumpee had gone missing. Whumpee clearly wasn’t all there and Caretaker wondered just how far someone could go while sleepwalking. Yet this didn’t seem like normal sleepwalking, Caretaker had seen that before in a friend when they were young. No, Whumpee was awake, surely. The gut-wrenching realization dawned on Caretaker, just as Whumpee let out a stifled sob, that it appeared as though they were reliving a memory, or a twisted version of one, trapped in their own mind.

Strained whispers huffed out with Whumpee’s pants, “No…more…I-I can’t…”

Slowly, Caretaker removed the kerchief from their pocket and raised their hands. The universal motion to present oneself as non-threatening. They needed to stop the bleeding. That horrible drip, drip, dripping, echoed through the room, a clicking second hand counting down.

“I’m just going to stop the bleeding, see?” They held up the cloth and continued approaching, but Whumpee cowered, folding into themselves, knees pulling upward slightly, as they tried to push further into the wall. Their gaze broke from Caretaker and turned to their own trembling hands. They clenched the knife and flinched, hearing something Caretaker could not.

“Sir…sir, not again, please, please no.”

Whumpee was suffocating, their limbs tied down, trapped. The darkness was everywhere, surrounding them, permeating their mind and body. Only the sensation of their heart racing beneath their ribs broke the smog as they tried so desperately to break free of the thickening darkness. Disorientation in its most pure form, choking them, drowning them, blinding them to all rational thought. And then, as if grasping a mental foothold, they were able to claw themselves to awareness, still struggling against restraints, but surging upwards, until they awoke. Their eyes flew open, the darkness of the room greeting them, their skin sweaty and cool, feeling their legs twisted in the sheets from thrashing in their sleep.

Whumpee lay there, slowly allowing themselves to come back to consciousness, but something felt wrong. Usually their panic faded after their nightmares, but the absence of light in the room felt too close to their dream and their heart rate wasn’t slowing. Where were they? They felt an utterly familiar spiral of dread settle over them, scrambling their thoughts. They needed light. They needed to be able to see, to move freely. Sitting up, Whumpee blindly reached to their right, feeling for a light source—why did they think there was a light switch there? Did they know this place? Their hand felt the base of a lamp, tracing up the body until they felt a switch.

The bulb was dim and yellow, light cast downward by the lampshade, but still enough to see the space around them. No. Oh, please no. They were back. They were back in the room; the gray cement walls and floors of an old building, one meant for working in, not living, the steel door Whumpee knew was bolted and locked from the outside, the cot in the center, which they currently laid on. Whumpee choked as their stomach turned and if their mind hadn’t been retreating to fear they might have noticed that the lamp they had turned on was not the tall, commercial flood light with grated metal over square bulbs, that is, not the same light that was in the room, nor was the bedside table.

But their thoughts had already taken the panic and run, filling in the missing pieces with the horror of being back there. Whumpee’s sight fell to their legs and what they had thought was sheets constraining them were the familiar leather cuffs, chains connecting them to the end of the cot. Trapping them. Trapped. A strangled sound came from their mouth as they kicked and pulled and without thinking they spotted the knife beside the bed, too eagerly throwing their arm out to grab it, knocking over the light in the process.

A crash as ceramic shattered on the floor, a crack as the shade split down the side, but Whumpee didn’t care, they needed to be able to move. Their panicked mind thought, Stupid, stupid of Whumper to leave this in reach. Then the knife was in their hands and they frantically sliced at the cuffs, which fell away easier than expected and with a final tug Whumpee fell backwards onto the floor, the drop not far but startling enough to briefly knock the air from them as their back hit the cement. They wheezed but managed to keep going, rolling over and crawling away from the door.

Maybe this time would be different. Whumpee never had a knife before, not without Whumper there; they never had the chance to get the jump on their tormentor, but now, they could wait and fight. They could get out. But the more they looked around the room the more real it became, their memories falling back into reality. There were blood stains spattered around the center of the room, the hook on the ceiling above for chains, the bucket in the farthest corner away from the pitiful cot. Just as Whumpee’s thoughts began jumping, they heard footsteps, far, far down the hall, but steadily becoming louder, coming closer. Their throat instantly tightened, their mouth going dry. This couldn’t be real—it couldn’t be.

The footsteps continued, every once in a while pausing for a moment, and while one of Whumpee’s hands held up the quaking blade, the other clamped over their mouth as they attempted to hold in a sob. Their eyes focused on the knife in their grip, and a thought, a recognition, stung the very back of their mind. This is my knife. Mine, not Whumper’s…A dream. It has to be. They had to still be dreaming; Whumper had taken all of their things when he captured them. But the casual, near-leisurely footsteps were coming closer, closer by the second, and Whumpee didn’t want to wait to see that face again before waking up.

So then I’ll wake up. Instinct, or else a mind clouded by fear and the disillusion of needing this to be a false reality, caused Whumpee to turn the knife back towards themselves. I’ll wake up. I will wake myself up. A twisted and uncontrollable determination based in desperation drove their muscles as they brought the blade to their shoulder. Just enough pain to wake up. Have to wake up——

Their wrist flicked and the sharp edge sliced through skin, Whumpee expecting the disorienting feeling of rising to wakefulness, but they only hissed in pain, chills spreading over them as they distantly felt a warmth running down their bicep, down, down to drip from their elbow. The hot sting on their shoulder was quickly drowned out by a new wave of panic—they were still here. And the footsteps were still coming. It wasn’t enough; it must not have been enough to wake themselves. Tap, tap, tapping of shoes in the hallway. Have to wake up. Now the knife was at their forearm. Need to get out of here.

“Gahh!” A surprised and pained cry and Whumpee pulled the knife out of the skin of their arm, not remembering having committed to try and wake themselves with pain again. They squeezed their eyes shut and they pleaded to see their room at headquarters the next time they opened them. But then the footsteps stopped outside the door. And Whumpee was still here. They slumped forward onto their knees. Trapped. Always. How could I think otherwise?

The door opened with a bang, Whumpee couldn’t help the snap of terror in their face, couldn’t help but sag at their failed attempts to get out from what they thought was a nightmare, what was now so clearly real. They had never even left. Here all along. Forever.

“Do you know what the hell you’ve put me through?!” Boomed a voice, one that made Whumpee instinctively flinch, before ever seeing the attached face. Their head snapped up and they froze, their body growing numb as hopelessness began eating away at them, filling their head. Whumper loomed in the doorway, looking over Whumpee with those cold eyes. Eyes that filled Whumpee with ice, locking them in place.

Whumpee raised the blade they had forgotten was in their hand, the trembling grip giving away their fear. Whumpee couldn’t remember what they’d done to upset Whumper, but it didn’t matter, Whumper would make up a reason to be mad even if they hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Oh, look at this, you’ve started without me…” Whumper smirked and took a step forward, at which Whumpee scrambled backward, as far as they could, until their shoulder blades met the wall. No, no, no. They couldn’t do this again, they couldn’t keep living like this. Whumper was reaching into his pocket and Whumpee didn’t need to see what the item was to heave a sob. Their breathing was wild and erratic, but it didn’t cross their scattered mind that perhaps their grip was shaking and their body becoming numb due to the hyperventilating and slowly increasing blood loss. All that there was was Whumper and pain. Everything else had been taken.

“No…more…I-I can’t…” Whumpee managed to whisper between breaths. Whumper only continued digging in his pocket, finally removing a long cloth, a blindfold, holding it loosely in his palm. He raised both hands with another grin. “You can and you will, as you always have before, or I go right back to your team,” Whumper says the words in a mixed tone with mock pleasantry and threats. That was always the threat. After all, it was what had convinced Whumpee to meet him in the first place; Whumper knew that if it worked once, it would work again, and again, and again. Through all the fear and pain, Whumpee still found themselves quietly obeying, letting themselves take what Whumper wanted to do, and despite hating it and wanting it to end, Whumper was right—they always took it and would continue to, if it meant keeping the team safe. At least there was comfort in that. The team was safe as long as they were here.

This had become a mantra for Whumpee, when the pain was too much: at least the team is safe, the team is safe, at least Caretaker is safe. But still, these words didn’t make the fear any less, and each of Whumper’s slow steps forwards drained the blood from Whumpee’s face. The blindfold was still being held aloft, and Whumpee cowered, dropping their gaze, not wanting to see those horrible eyes, not wanting to be back in that choking darkness that haunted their dreams and hid whatever Whumper’s next move was. Their hands dropped to their lap, the weapon still shaking, the blade coated in blood.

Whumper was close enough to reach down and grab them if he wanted, when he drawled, “Oh, don’t let me interrupt, darling, I do so enjoy seeing you bleed…Go on, make yourself bleed again.” The voice was so low, so hazy and stern.

“Sir…sir, not again, please, please no.” Those pitiful, weeping words, the ones Whumpee knew never worked. Why did they still try? Time began moving slowly, like the last bit of molasses running down the side of a glass jar. Their head spun and their vision blurred.

Whumper then crouched in front of Whumpee, low enough to view the glassy expression of fear with a twinge of anger, blindfold waiting to be placed if Whumpee didn’t listen. It wouldn’t just be the blindfold if Whumpee didn’t obey, they both knew that, and as it draped across Whumper’s grasp, the piece of fabric became the unspoken threat of a whip, starvation, burning flesh.

Whumpee gripped the pocket knife; they hadn’t noticed they were crying until they saw the clear droplets clouding to crimson on the steel, running down the grip as they switched it to their other hand and angled the edge away from Whumper and towards their other forearm.

“Please…” The word was choked, one last attempt, but when they finally turned their head up to fully look at Whumper’s face, his outline blurry from watery eyes, Whumper only stared back. His joyful grin was gone now, lips pressed together firmly in a look that didn’t quite suit him. It almost looked like…concern? But as Whumpee blinked away tears they saw Whumper’s face again clearly, and no, it couldn’t be concern, that monster never showed concern, it was just their impatient and threatening expression of I’m waiting. Whumpee shook but resolutely thought, this is for the team, I’m keeping them safe, keeping Caretaker safe, before pressing the cool metal to their scarred skin.

“Agh hahh!” They yelled between clenched teeth before their mouth fell open in a silent gasp, and the sting of the knife was almost as painful as the utter feeling of helplessness as they cowered beneath this horrible human being. Whumpee had only just begun dragging the tip of the blade when a hand gripped their wrist, pulling the knife from their arm. Confusion warped their thoughts as they thought they could hear someone repeating words and phrases, things like no and stop and look at me and Whumpee.

Whumper never called them by their name.

As their wrist remained grasped, another hand on their shoulder shook them back and forth, their loose and exhausted muscles rocking violently with the shaking motion, and their world swayed.

Whumpee?

The grip on their hand was bruising, oh god, they were about to be dragged away, to the other side of the room. Whumpee tried to jerk away, as much as they could through heavy breaths and sobs, but Whumper’s hold on them didn’t loosen. Whumpee was about to have the blindfold knotted around their head, neck forced into a cuff, arms wrenched behind them, and—

A sudden pain at their left arm, pressing, digging into the wounded skin, and Whumpee yelled and struggled more, as a hand forced rough fabric over the open cut. Whumpee felt the knife drop from their other hand, which was prickling as if it had fallen asleep, fingers uncurling with the force on their joint and the pain in their opposite arm, and the grip finally released their wrist. The hand that released them moved to touch their face, the heel of the palm resting on their jawline and the pads of the fingers brushing the arch of their cheekbone. Whumpee flinched, not daring to pull their head away and so instead cast their eyes around the room, anywhere besides looking into Whumper’s.

Whumpee.

The heat radiating outward from the hand on their cheek made them realize just how cold the rest of their body was. Whumper’s hands were softer than expected.

It’s me.

What is this incessant voice Whumpee was hearing? Were they finally losing consciousness, were they hearing things not there?

Look at me.

No, Whumpee knew they didn’t want to do that. What they wanted was to disappear. They closed their eyes and the dizzying spinning began to slow. Whumper swiped at a mess of tears drying on their cheek. The voice was soft, soothing, calm, genuine—not a tone Whumper could ever fake. The voice trickled through their thoughts and it was a moment before Whumpee realized it was giving them instructions. In…and out…in…and out…and in…there you go…out…that’s it…now in…

Whumpee’s breathing began to slow as they subconsciously matched each inhale and exhale with the words. Erratic gasps stilled to pants, still heavy, but steady enough that the prickling sensations in their hands and feet began to fade. Eyes still closed, Whumpee’s mind, at last, became quiet; they didn’t care anymore, couldn’t muster the strength for it. As they began to slump forward, the hands caught them, holding them upright against the wall.

“Can you look at me now?”

The voice was completely clear this time, not just a distant and echoing presence. And it was not Whumper’s voice. When Whumpee blinked open their eyes, straining against the light for a moment, their lashes heavy with tears, they saw their room, at the headquarters. It was a mess—their lamp broken on the floor, the bed looking as if it’d been attacked by a wild animal—but nonetheless, it was their room.

All at once, the overwhelming understanding hit them. It had happened again. It hadn’t been real. Not a dream, but an episodic flashback of sorts, a bout of horrible hallucinations, the kind which had made Whumpee clear out their room months ago. But never had it felt so real before.

“There you are.” The voice. Whumpee looked up and—

Fuck, I must be dreaming, they thought, face dropping in defeat. It was not one of the current teammates who had stumbled in to drag Whumpee out of this nightmarish state, but Caretaker. Caretaker who hadn’t been here in what felt like ages. Caretaker who was never coming back, because they didn’t believe Whumpee’s miserable lie about disappearing, or because they did and were understandably pissed at them for leaving, and yet…

“You’re not dreaming,” Caretaker said, pulling their hand away from Whumpee’s face and placing it on their knee, and Whumpee realized they had spoken their worries aloud. Caretaker was kneeling in front of them, dressed in casual clothes, their skin its perfect and recognizable shade, their hair clean and neat, their expression collected in a way that Whumpee recognized as the other trying to hide an emotion, perhaps anger or fear or…something else Whumpee couldn’t place. They were pressing a kerchief to Whumpee’s forearm, on the worst of the cuts, but blood was starting to seep through and was staining parts of their hand.

Whumpee raised their free hand, trembling, speechless, and reached out to touch Caretaker. Just to see if they were real. If they were really here. When their hand stopped against Caretaker’s chest, just below their collarbone, and didn’t pass through the person in front of them or scatter them away in a wisp of dreamish light, fresh tears began to well in Whumpee’s eyes. “C-caretaker? What are you…?”

Caretaker caught their hand resting on their chest and scolded, “Hey, hey, don’t move your arms so much, you seriously need some real bandaging.” Whumpee only starred in shock and disbelief, tears flowing freely.

“Can you stand?”

“I…I d-don’t, I mean, I think…” Whumpee sniffled, trying to keep their breathing steady. “Yes, yeah, I can,” they eventually mustered, and immediately began pulling their feet underneath them to stand, rising too quickly and instantly feeling a grayness shroud their sight and static hum between their ears.

Caretaker stood with them, trying to let them move on their own, but when Whumpee took one step and instantly their limbs began to melt beneath them, body giving out to blood loss and the stress of the episode, Caretaker was already pulling them into their arms to carry.

They started for the door, presumably to take Whumpee to the med bay, but Whumpee clasped their shirt and shook with all the strength they had, shaking their head desperately at the face above them. “No, no you can’t—I can’t go out there like this, p-please, they don’t know…no one knows…” Whumpee trailed off, hoping Caretaker understood, and for a second something flashed across Caretaker’s eyes, the horrific, disgusting, weighted look of absolute pity—the very look Whumpee was trying to avoid by keeping their difficulties to themselves.

But Caretaker nodded and gingerly set them on the bed flat on their back, propping pillows behind Whumpee’s head and under their arms so that they were elevated above their chest. When Caretaker removed the pressure they were applying to the handkerchief at Whumpee’s arm, the fabric stayed in place, sticky and almost saturated with blood.

“I’ll go get some supplies then. And fresh linens,” Caretaker said, looking around the room before adding, “and some water. Don’t move.” They headed for the door. Whumpee wanted to say something, but was unsure what words to speak. Nothing could encompass the regret and frustration they felt regarding the way the two had last seen each other. And so they simply leaned into the tugging feeling of exhaustion.

Minutes later Caretaker returned with a small box of supplies, startling Whumpee as the door opened, and propped themselves on the edge of the bed. For a moment, Caretaker sat there, hands clutching the box tightly, gaze cast downward at the supplies.

“You’re…mad. You came here to argue, d-didn’t you?” Whumpee whispered, voice low half due to the tiredness and half to the emotions swirling in their chest—pain, fear, embarrassment, hatred towards Whumper, self-loathing—too many, too many to process right now.

Caretaker sighed at Whumpee’s accusation but didn’t deny the claim. “Whumpee…I was only ever mad because I cared about you. You are…you were, my family.”

Whumpee inwardly winced at the corrected past tense of the verb, eyes watering again. Caretaker continued, beginning to pull out supplies as they spoke. “I hated you for just leaving the team and I—I didn’t understand how you could have done that and I thought at first that you were lying, but you were so damn stubborn and eventually I just accepted that maybe you were a selfish asshole who would do something like that and well, now, now I know—I mean, you can’t pretend that you just went on vacation anymore.” Caretaker had begun slowly, but the words began pouring out all at once, without filter. Whumpee saw Caretaker cringe a bit at this.

Caretaker was now cleaning the cuts, preparing to close them, and Whumpee couldn’t help a muffled gasp at the cold cleansing solution.

“What…what happened to you?” Caretaker remained focused on their task at hand, but Whumpee felt how tense they were as they asked the question. Whumpee’s eyebrows furrowed, trying desperately to block out the memories, the dreams, the hauntings. They couldn’t do this right now. But, didn’t they owe Caretaker an explanation at least? They were silent for too long, trying to come up with a way to start, but only ended up attempting to change the subject. “...Was coming to confront me at 3am the smartest?” Whumpee sighed, attempting an air of lightness. “I mean, were you just planning on yelling at me as I slept?”

“Shut up, you’re fucking lucky I did come at this time.”

Looking up, Whumpee expected to see an exacerbated expression on the other but was surprised to see another hint of the pitying look.

“Seriously, though, jesus, you could’ve, I mean, if someone didn’t stop you, you could have…” A heavy sigh punctuates Caretaker’s words. Whumpee is too tired to try and hold in more tears.

“Look, let me finish fixing you up and then you should rest. I’ll go then, we can figure things out another time.” The suggestion is soft but Whumpee is already shaking their head, not wanting to chance the dreams again, they couldn’t take any more tonight. They felt that if they had to see Whumper’s face again, their heart would surely stop beating in their chest. They closed their eyes, not wanting to see Caretaker’s face as they struggled to get out the words. “I can’t go back to sleep. I can’t—” Whumpee’s voice cracks. “I c-can’t see him again.”

Whumpee feels Caretaker stop their movements, can imagine their calculating gaze.

“Can you…pl-ease, just stay, f-for the rest—”

“Okay.”

Their eyes open, a bit shocked by the instant agreement.

“I’ll stay. But you need to rest. Your body needs to replace the blood it's lost. I’ll stay and wake you if a nightmare starts.”

An unexpected wave of relief washes over Whumpee, dulling even the aching flesh of their wounds. Why would Caretaker ever do this for them? They hadn’t expected them to agree to stay, but they had gotten used to pleading, even when they knew the outcome. But this was not the outcome Whumpee pictured, certainly not the outcome they deserved. They wanted to thank Caretaker, opened their mouth to do so, but Caretaker nodded in a silent you’re welcome, already knowing Whumpee’s thoughts. And so, as Caretaker finished cleaning the cuts and began on the stitching, the two went unspoken, they only sounds in the room Whumpee’s quiet gasps and whimpers with each tug of the needle, despite Caretaker’s gentle and experienced handiwork.

When it was over, before Caretaker could begin cleaning up, Whumpee grabbed the other’s hand, squeezing with all their might, ignoring the throbbing of the stitches flexing with their grip. Whumpee didn’t have the strength for words and hoped the gesture could convey everything they wanted it to—apology, regret, but mostly, gratitude. The last thing they knew before falling into a deep, blissfully dreamless sleep, was Caretaker squeezing their hand in return.

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markleesthighs · 3 years ago

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hey!! could you make a mark×she/her reader when during a discussion he yells at her and right after he remembers the trauma she has about "people yelling at her" sorry everytime i ask for something sad but i really like this kind of stories 😫😫 tysm don't need to do if you don't feel comfy <3

-this is an interesting concept, thanks for sending it in! (tw!! to those that have PTSD, panic attacks, specifically towards verbal abuse!)

You were over at the 127 dorm when you and Mark were yelling your heads off at each other. It started with passive aggressive mumbles from Mark that you realized you had enough. All the members coward in their respective rooms as you two were arguing in the living room.

“I just don’t understand why you can’t do the dishes or your own laundry, you’re a fucking adult, Mark.”

“I told you I’m busy so I don’t have time for it.”

“Yeah, yeah, the same bullshit excuse.”

“Bullshit excuse? What do you do around here y/n? All you do is lay around on your ass and don’t do any work!”

“I do my work! You just never see it, or bother to care to see it!”

“Yeah, I’m sure being a custom painter on Etsy is WAYYY more work than what I’m doing. Your job compared to mine is basically useless! You get to dance around and paint with pretty colors!” Mark shouted at the top of his lungs.

That statement hurt you to the core. Suddenly you felt your throat burn and your chest felt hot. Your eyes started to well up with tears. Mark said the one thing you never wanted to hear again. You wanted to pursue art as a career but your parents never wanted to support you in that endeavor. They would constantly tell you how it’s not a real job and that it won’t make you any money. You tried to impress your parents all the time with your work, but they always brushed it off or threw it in the trash. They didn’t even help you pay for art school, which burned you to the core as you cries bouts of nights in student debt. Ever since you went off to art school, you haven’t talked to your parents since, because you know they would never understand. In the moment, your mind flashed back to the last argument you had with your parents.

“y/n! Don’t you dare go to art school! It’s a waste of money and time!”

“You’ll do nothing there and learn about stupid colors!”

“You can’t get a job in painting drawings, its idiotic, y/n,”

“I don’t care if you were fucking Picasso, you’ll never be successful.”

“You are a useless daughter to me, y/n.”

“It’s such a shame when I have to tell people at work that you are going to art school, do you know how much of an embarrassment you are?”

Those thoughts flooded your head as you collapsed on the floor crying. You couldn’t breathe. You felt your whole body shaking, the room was spinning. You could barely hear Mark’s voice. Mark knew what was happening and immediately ran to hold you.

“Breathe, baby, breathe. In for four...and out...”

Mark calm you down a bit but you still were crying.

“Fuck, y/n...I’m sorry for what I said, I know it was triggering and I’m sorry. You know I love and support anything you do. You are a superstar in my eyes regardless. I didn’t mean it, I was caught up in the moment, but that’s no excuse for triggering you like that. I’m sorry.”

“I-i-it’s o-okay...”

You kissed Mark’s cheek and reassurance.

Mark just held you two as you sat in silence. Eventually Haechan peered out of his room.

“You guys done yet?”

“Y-Yeah.” You replied.

“Good because I want y/n to paint something for me.” Haechan spoke.

Haechan held up a photo of Mark in one of your dresses he wore for fun.

You giggled.

“I though I told you to never show her that photo!” Mark yelled about to snatch his phone.

Haechan blew a raspberry at his face and ran away.

“You little shit!” Mark shouted running after him.

I’ll never let you go Lee.

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nicoleheichou · 3 years ago

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Now All I See Is Color - chapter 16: nasty 🤢

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In a world where soulmates exist, it's uncommon for most people to find theirs. A lot of them going their whole lives never experiencing the world in color because they've never met their soulmate. But that all changes for y/n when she becomes MSBY Jackals player, Miya Atsumu's assistant. They're about to experience the world in color together. But what does that mean for y/n when both her and Atsumu are in committed relationships?

Atsumu finds himself in his car, beside him his girlfriend of almost two years, who he hasn't seen in three months. He should feel happy, ecstatic even, but he doesn't feel any of that. Instead, he finds himself wishing for someone else to be sitting in that passenger seat next to him.

"Aren't you excited to see me baby?" A voice snaps him back to reality. "Of course am excited to see ya baby. Am just really surprised, am still recovering from it." He replies, feeling guilty for lying to her. She places a hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at her. He realizes it's the first time he's gotten to look at her properly since being able to see colors and he notices one thing about his girlfriend. Her eyes. Her eyes don't mesmerize him the way yours does. Was that normal?

"We better get going. I'm excited to meet this assistant of yours." At the mention of you, he immediately perks up, already backing out of the parking space, he fails to notice the quick flash of anger on the blonde girl's face, rather he was focused on getting to the karaoke bar where everyone else agreed to meet and getting to see you.

"I texted her, she's coming out, she's excited to meet ya babe." He glances over at her while she finishes reapplying her lipstick, all she does is nod her head. Atsumu notices the door open and sees you looking around the parking lot before your eyes land on his car and then on him. You give a quick wave before making your way over. "Come on babe, let's say hi." He's already getting out of the car, eager to greet you.

You watch as Atsumu gets out of the car and then notice the passenger side door open. You can't help but think about how his girlfriend is so pretty, definitely worthy of being with Atsumu. But why does that make your heart ache? "So you're his assistant?" Her tone is friendly but there's something about the way she says it that feels a little off.

You notice Atsumu shoot you an apologetic look. "Yeah I am. And you must be his girlfriend. It's nice to meet you. I'm l/n f/n." You put your hand out for her to shake but she just brushes it off. "Babe. I'm cold, can we go inside now?" She says while clinging on to his arm. You don't want to believe the rumors, wanting to give her the benefit of the doubt, but her attitude and actions right now are making that real hard.

"Whatever ya want babe." You can't help but wonder why Atsumu is with her if this is how she is. You follow the couple as they walk inside. You can hear your group before even reaching the private room. Weren't the rooms supposed to be soundproof? Your question is answered when you find Hinata wedged between the door, a beer in one hand and a microphone in the other. You shoot a look at Sakusa and he just shrugs.

The orange haired male finally notices the three of you. "Y/n! You're baaackkkk! Oh look! Tsum-Tsummmm andddd Mikaaa tooo!" You can't help but roll your eyes. Sakusa warned you Hinata was a lightweight but you weren't expecting this light, he only had two beers the last time you checked. Before you can say anything Suna is already helping the male up, it's like he could read your mind. "Sorry we're late." Atsumu says as they settle into the seats left open for them.

"You didn't have to rush on our account." You can't help but be surprised by Sakusa's tone, you could sense some hostility in it, but you knew it wasn't directed at his setter. "Hello to you too Sakusa-kun." Mika replies while rolling her eyes. You finally take your seat beside Suna, choosing to immerse yourself in conversation with the cousins, Sakusa and Komori.

It's not long before Bokuto is tugging at your sleeve, motioning for you to get up on the mini stage and sing for the group. "Um, Bo, I don't know about that." Before you can protest you feel a nudge from behind, you turn to see your boyfriend with a smirk plastered on his face. "Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!" Chants of your name erupted from Bokuto, Hinata, Komori, and Suna. You let out a sigh. Who are you to deny the people?

"I need a partner, I'm not going to do this alone." You say into the mic that Bokuto had handed to you. Instantly the white haired male comes bounding towards you. "I already know what song we're doing!" You don't even have time to ask him before he's entering the song info into the display.

Your eyes widen as soon as the title appears on the screen and you hear the cheers coming from Hinata and your boyfriend. "I'll be the featured artist." The male tells you while grabbing a mic for himself. The music starts to play, you grab the closest drink to you, which just happened to be the rest of Hinata's beer before downing it. You were going to need some liquid courage for this song.

"I said, certified freak,

Seven days a week,

Wet-ass pussy,

Make that pull-out game weak, woo. (ah),

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussy,

Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy,

Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy."

Oh god. You made a mental note to not bring snacks for Bokuto for the next two weeks. To your embarrassment, not only was your boyfriend hyping you up, so was Hinata and Komori.

"Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me (yeah),

Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me (yeah),

I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be."

Surprisingly Bokuto was really into it, he definitely channeled his inner Meg for this performance. By the end of the song you and Bokuto had put on a performance worthy of the VMAs. You were trying to steady your breathing, not used to putting on a whole show in the span of three minutes and seven seconds, you used that time to get a good look at everyone around you. The room broke out into cheers and applause, you even managed to get Sakusa to clap for the both of you. The only one who didn't seem impressed with your performance was the blonde woman beside Atsumu.

"You call that a performance?" Atsumu let's out a sigh before glancing over at his girlfriend. "Babe, it was good. They were having fun." She starts to pout and you can't help but notice her little tantrum and the way Sakusa rolls his eyes at her. You didn't notice it before but even Hinata and Bokuto rarely interacted with her, they would keep their distance. What does that mean?

After a couple more hours you all decide to call it a night. You can't help but feel bad, it didn't seem like Atsumu was able to enjoy himself. Whenever you called out to him or tried to include him, his girlfriend would inmediately shut it down. You say your goodbyes to all your friends, Suna wanting to drop you home but you insisting he go along with Komori, not wanting him to get scolded by his coach again.

i just picture bokuto getting really into the song. lmao. full on performance and all.

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the-nagakenny-archives · 3 years ago

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I'm shy but I tried writing something hope you like it

One last sip of coffee and two stomps to properly secure his boots, and the Gravity Falls Weirdness Expert was out the door.

It was on a particularly sunny, clear day that found Stanford once again out in the field for a little catch up on his studies. The past week had been uneventful within the confines of his basement, as if the world was allowing him time to compile the numerous foot notes and sketches of his latest findings into a fairly cohesive summary within the first few pages of his second journal. Nights and afternoons were spent humming over words that didn't quite flow, and cross referencing facts he had uncovered with rumors that fell deaf upon all ears but his. Lovely as the quiet had been, seven days was more than enough time to stay cooped up in a research shack when there was plenty more to discover.

Stanford cupped a hand around his ear and listened. A woodpecker pecked away at its hole in a birch, determined for an early breakfast. Not too far from there, a squirrel skittered along branches, hoping for an acorn meal of its own. A gnome tutted at a rainbow puddle, helping its reflection pick at its latest zit.

All sounded normal, the scientist regarded with a deep sigh of disappointment. It was uncommon to not have something completely new to marvel over. Were it not for the gnome, one wouldn't know that they were in Gravity Falls at all. It was all so peaceful and Oregonian. Perhaps the world was still holding its breath over more important things to come. Perhaps it didn't quite realize that Stanford was more than ready to jump back into the weird and the wild.

Four more minutes of strolling and listening, Stanford was just beginning to consider going into town to replenish his supplies when he finally spotted an unusual subject he'd been craving.

A long, long, long snake tail hung from below the branches of a bright red leafed tree. The tip, maroon and tan in color, swung slowly and rhythmically back and forth, like the tick and tock of a pendulum on a grandfather clock. Stanford's wide eyes traveled up the tail to see the colors recede to darker browns in circled patterns as the mass grew thicker the higher his gaze climbed. Whatever was up there, the leaves could only do so much to completely cover it. It had to be massive.

The first, most obvious thought that came to his head was Python, but he quickly dismissed it. Pythons were not native to Oregon, certainly not one of this length at the very least. Except, this was Gravity Falls, where the only acceptable thing was to accept the unacceptable. Even so, a Python, even one as gigantic as this, seemed too...ordinary for the town's infamy. He'd made it this far by thinking outside the box, so what else could possible have a snake tail of this capacity?

It hit him, and he had to choke back a gasp of delight. "A naga! An actual naga!" The whispered excitement seemed especially piercing in the quiet of the early morning, but he was too elated to care. This was exactly what he had been waiting for to break what had started as a monotonous walk in the woods. Patting at his breast pocket for a pen and paper, he wracked his brain for what little he knew about these creatures. From what he remembered, the bottom half was always a snake, while the top half-

"Well, hello."

Stanford yelped and juggled his pen for two seconds before he composed himself enough to acknowledge that he was not alone. Clutching his pen holding hand to his chest to steady his heartbeat, he replied hesitantly, "Hello?"

A deep, throaty chuckle seemed to echo all across the canopy of trees, a pleasant sound, but not very becoming of his nerves. "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you. You just looked so excited, I got a little curious."

It wasn't hard to put two and two together. "I...should've realized that nagas were intelligent enough to understand human speech." Stanford cleared his throat, the thrill at the thought of another research subject spurring him on. "After all, if I'm getting my facts straight, your top halves are-"

Even if he had hypothesized it, he was not at all prepared for the sight that awaiting him. Slowing winding down from the thick branches was the top half of the naga; human in shape, and far more handsome than he could've imagined. Barrel chested with long chestnut hair, soulful brown eyes twinkling with mischief, and a long nose that only seemed to complete his features all the better. The naga's mouth curled into a playful smirk at Stanford's beguiled expression.

"Impressed? Understandable. Not every day you run into someone like me, am I right?" He twisted his upper half upside down so that his long hair hung down in a wave of brown, barely tickling the grass beneath him.

Stanford regained just enough sense to formulate a response. "Why, er, no, certainly not...hardly ever!" His excitement renewed, he clicked his pen and resumed reaching for some paper. "You must tell me everything about you!" His grin was all teeth.

"Well, first thing's first, how about an introduction?" The naga said with no small amount of amusement. "My name's Kenneth. Call me Kenny."

"Ah, yes, of course." Stanford shook his head and held out a six fingered hand. "Stanford Pines. Resident Researcher of Gravity Falls Phenomena. Pleasure to meet you, Kenny." Much to his delight, the Naga extended the red tip of his tail to shake with. "So fascinating! Your girth alone would take a whole page to describe! But more about that later; I must know all about your culture!" He set his pen to paper, waiting with baited breath and still beaming.

Kenny returned the smile gleefully. "Well, I'm partial to smooth jazz, but I can't say no to samba. Oh, and don't get me started on-" The naga's rambles were cut short by Stanford's throat clearing.

"Um, as stimulating as that is, I was hoping to do my research on your species as a whole."

Kenny quirked an eyebrow. "Gonna need to clear me up on that."

Stanford nodded patiently. "Well, it could be things like, what your diet consists of. Is English the most common language among your kind? Wouldn't a jungle be more befitting for a body such as yours? What natural abilities do you harbor, if any? How did-"

"Ep, ep, ep!" Kenny, to Stanford's slight indignation, placed a finger to his lips, interrupting his little question vomit. "I think it'd be better to answer one at a ti-" The naga's eyes seemed to glint for a moment. "What was that last question?"

Stanford pushed the finger off his lips to answer, "Um, what natural abilities do you harbor?"

The glint returned, and the scientist knew that he'd seen a look like that many times before. Usually it was on his brother as he was hatching one of his harebrained schemes, one that would more than likely leave the two of them grounded, in body casts, or both.

Suddenly wary, Stanford stuttered, "Um, actually, perhaps you could tell me about your diet-"

"No, no, no! This is a question I know I can answer!" Kenny's voice took on a musical lilt, the sound of it somehow easing just a little of Stanford's reluctance. Besides, hadn't he wanted to study more creatures? This was a rare opportunity, and the naga had offered. Stanford could always put out any potential fire with the extinguisher he'd hidden in one of the nearby trap doors.

"Well, alright, what are your abilities?"

Kenny's smirk returned in full force, and Stanford suppressed the urge to cringe. He was doing this for science, he reminded himself. For science.

"Well, you see, Stanford...can I call you Ford?"

"Oh, uh, yes."

"Well, Ford, us nagas all have one very special ability in common." Kenny chuckled, the force of it rippling all across his coils winding around the branches. Stanford watched, mesmerized at the browns and tans that ebbed and flowed like an ocean of coils.

"Ah, ah, ah. Eyes over here." Kenny's tail tip gently turned Ford's eyes back to his, amusement coloring his tone.

Ford blinked himself out of his stupor. "Yes. Sorry. You were saying?"

"Weeell, nagas have a very useful, very fun ability we just love to use." Kenny sang.

Ford instinctively leaned closer, now more curious than nervous. "And that is?"

"This."

A ring of yellow gently emerged and flowed outward from the center of Kenny's eyes. Then came orange. Then green. Then blue. Back to yellow. Orange. Green. Blue. Yellow.

Ford gasped softly at the display. "Enchanting." He breathed. "How on earth are you doing...that with...with your...y-your eyes...?" Odd. It was getting a little hard to speak the longer he observed them. His brain would form thoughts, but the patterns would compel them to swirl away into a silvery mist. Some thoughts would reach his mouth, but his tongue was becoming heavy and useless, like he'd downed a whole bottle of red mulled wine.

Kenny smiled softly, nodding with satisfaction at the colors emerging in his volunteer's eyes. "Magic. Although I've been told by a friend that it's slightly more complicated than that. But what matters is, it feels nice, right?"

"Y-Yes...it does..." Stanford sighed his agreement, the hand holding his pen going slack at his side. It really was the most wonderful feeling, like any care or worry that had ever crossed his mind just didn't matter anymore. The weight of expectations and responsibilities lifted off his shoulders, and in their place was an intense feeling of relaxation and peace, welcoming him to their cozy little world of lovely colors and rippling coils.

Ford giggled curiously. "Wazzz...wh-what's...happening?" He should have been writing this down and asking more pressing questions, but his brain may as well have been cotton by this point. Everything felt soft and warm and good.

Kenny giggled back. "Jussst a taste of my abilities, like you wanted." He tilted his head. Ford's own head followed, glued to his eyes. "You're looking a little sleepy. How bout' a little nap?"

"Nnn...nap...?" Ford blinked sluggishly, the word sparking a flash of recognition to reignite his sleep addled brain."H-Hold on...jus' a..." It took a painful amount of effort and willpower, so much that his eyes watered, but Ford managed to tear his eyes away from the hypnotic spectacle, taking a moment to rub the drowsy out of them.

"I...what just..?" He was dazed and dizzy. But he knew just enough to figure that he had to keep his eyes covered.

Kenny blinked away his hypnosis, startled by the rare show of resistance from a subject. There were few who could resist when they were that far under, but Ford just made the very short list. Even so, he wasn't completely out of the park yet, if his sleepy ramblings were any indication.

"Aww, hey, what's wrong?" Kenny kept his voice gentle, but couldn't suppress some amusement either. "I thought you wanted to know all about the abilities of the nagas?" He tilted his head, feigning hurt.

"Of...of course I do, but..." Ford turned away from where he heard the voice, having enough sense to cover his eyes with his arms, but not enough to remember how close he was to Kenny's tree. "I...I need to be-OOF!" He smacked right into it, the shock enough to snap him out of the spell completely.

He shook the swirls and cobwebs from his head, gritting his teeth and focusing on the pain. "You..." He turned back to where he thought Kenny was, eyes shut tight and pointing accusingly. "You tried to hypnotize me!"

"Wrong way." The voice to his left snorted playfully.

Red in the face more from embarrassment than anger, Ford turned in the proper direction. "What do you intend to do, use me as some sort of thrall?! Easy slave labor?!"

Kenny clapped. "Ha! Much more original than any accusations of eating people! But no." Ford heard a rustling of leaves to his right, and he flinched backwards, into a mass of coils that propped around his shoulders like a friendly arm. "You asked me what nagas could do. I was just showing you the works."

Stanford stubbornly remained angry. "You could've just told me! Or I could've watched you do it on a gnome, or...I don't recall giving you consent to hypnotize me!"

Kenny held up his hands in a placating gesture(that Stanford could not see). "Easy there, Ford! You're saying you didn't like it?"

Ford sputtered indignantly. "I...that's besides the point! I'm doing this for science, not for a...a nap! Can you imagine how many hours of precious research time I'll lose if I sleep?!"

To his surprise, Kenny's voice took on the slightest bit of concern. "Um, when was the last time you slept?"

Once again caught off guard, Ford had to gather his thoughts and take a deep breath to answer calmly. "I can handle not sleeping for a few days. What I can't handle is how the world moves on with or without me. Every second of every minute of every hour, something is happening. Creatures to catalogue, reports to write, disputes to diverge! I'm going to change the world with this project! I'll sleep when I'm dead!" Ford had forgotten what calm was by the end of his tirade.

Still with that aggravating concern he'd often heard from his mother, brother, and Fiddleford, Kenny tutted and gave Ford's shoulders a little squeeze with his coils.

"That's no way to go, buddy. Everyone needs sleep. Even life changers like you."

"We're getting off subject." Ford gritted his teeth, trying to breathe evenly. "You showed your ability. Thank you. I'll write all about it in my next volume. Now leave me alone." Eyes still shut, Ford ducked under the coils and felt around for the paper he had dropped during his little spell. Kenny's tail curled around his right wrist, as though dejected by the lack of attention. The six fingered scientist yanked his hand away, cursing quietly when he dropped the pen it'd been holding. "I mean it, Kenny. I've had enough." He snapped.

"Oh, but you really haven't."

Maybe it was the cockiness with which the naga said it, but Ford couldn't withhold his curiosity. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, that I'd only just begun, and you'd only barely felt the full effects of a naga's powers. You resisted, and that just sent everything off kilter. Imagine how much info you could write about if you only knew what it's really like to be hypnotized by a real naga?" Kenny studied his own hands smugly, feigning nonchalance and hoping the anticipation didn't show on his face. He needed a new cuddle buddy after all.

Wait. Ford's eyes were still closed. What did Kenny have to worry about?

Ford crossed his arms, tapping a finger against his jacket. Kenny was just using promises of scientific discovery as a lure for another hapless victim, that's all this was.

Regardless, he did have to know something. "Why do you even want to hypnotize me, anyway? It can't just be because you think I need sleep." Ford huffed.

Kenny shrugged(Ford could STILL not see it). "I just wanted a cuddle. The fact that you need sleep is serendipitous."

Stanford had lost count of how many times this naga had had him completely flustered. "That's...that's why you...huh?"

"Of course! It's what I do. And no, it's not really a naga thing. It's just a Kenny thing." The naga laughed.

Ford found himself letting his guard down a little at the confession. "That's...really all there is to it?"

"Mm-hm!" Kenny nodded confidently. "Besides, is losing a few hours to the best sleep you'll ever have really that bad? Think of the discoveries you're missing out on!"

"W-Well, no, but...cuddle with you? I mean, that's just...uh..." Darn it, he was thinking of the discoveries! What could he be missing by resisting such power? Was sleep all that would happen? Could he dream under the effects of naga hypnosis? How long could a human like himself last before he gave in?

The questions were leaking through the dam of resistance in his brain. It wasn't long before they'd break free. Not only that, but...it's not like anyone would know about this. There was no one around this area but him and Kenny. Losing a bit of dignity for a few hours couldn't be too bad, could it?

Slowly, Ford allowed his crossed arms to leave his side. He knelt to the ground, feeling around for a good place to sit.

"I'll take that as a 'Go ahead'?" Kenny couldn't hide his excitement.

Hands patting a particularly soft mound of earth, Ford grunted and set himself into an upright sitting position, legs splayed. "Don't try anything stupid." He warned, determined to have as much control over this bizarre circumstance as he could.

"No problem at all." Kenny giggled. "Now, how 'bout you open your eyes, first."

Reluctantly, Ford slowly pried his eyes open, squinting against the light of mid-morning. Blinded, it took five seconds for his eyes to adjust the many colors of the day.

But then, he realized, it wasn't the day he was looking at. It was a now familiar sight of oranges and yellows and...he could barely keep track. They were going at a steady rate, but when he thought he could pick out one color, that one would fade into another, and another, and another...

Ford squinted, still stubbornly wanting to remain in control. Who said he couldn't monitor the scientific intonations in his head, after all? That way he could do research on the naga's hypnosis without losing any time to useless pastimes like sleeping.

The colors are reaching a familiar pattern. They ebb and flow like tides of the ocean. One disappears, only to appear just when you've forgotten it existed. Incredible. Dazzling. So very...focus! I hear something. A voice...a song...birds? No. Smoother. Kenny? Is it a lullaby? Trying to make it more challenging? Do your worst. I'm not...sleepy...at...all...Beautiful...So pretty...FOCUS!

Kenny watched, patiently awaiting Ford's lapse into sleep. One second his swirling eyes would droop, the next they would spring back up as he caught himself growing drowsy. Even when Kenny began to hum a gentle, lulling tune, Ford was putting up a good fight. But if the bags under his eyes told him anything, it was that he really needed a siesta.

Right. Time for a little coiling.

Noises of the forest are...fading...easier to focus on Kenny's voice...all that matters...wait. No. I was...I can't...sleep now...not yet...Focus on...ability...

Getting harder...to fight...melatonin trigger perhaps...so sleepy...yes, must be...mela...the stuff that...makes you...sleep...eyes make it...easy...to sleep...using...colors...lovely colors...

...?

Feeling...heavy...around...waist...

Indeed, a coil was just starting to inch its way around Ford's abdomen, squeezing in especially tense areas and loosening any aches and pains he had been feeling just seconds before. Around and around the tail went, carefully pinning his arms to his sides, just enough to restrain, not enough to alarm or hurt. The tip continued on upward, reaching over his chest, feeling his slow, steady heartbeat. When the tail reached his shoulders, Kenny used his impressive strength to gently tilt Ford backwards, lying him on the ground, and making sure his hypnotic eyes were always in view.

...Warm...Blanket...? No...coils...? So...sleepy...Why was...I...fighting...?

Kenny grinned over the helpless state Ford was in. His mouth hung open, his lids were periodically shutting and opening out of sync over his still swirling eyes, and his upper body was all wrapped up in his coziest coils. Still, even after all that effort, Ford looked like he need just one more little push. A nudge in the right direction.

Kenny slowly, slowly, slowly pulled him into the air, so that he hung suspended over the ground, legs dangling with the direction he swayed in. Another loop of coils around his body, and Stanford was covered neck to toe in the warm embrace of a naga hug.

...Being..held...so...wonderful...

Eyes lidded so low he could barely see Kenny's, Ford moaned softly at the sensations of his predicament. He couldn't remember why he had bothered fighting. Actually, he couldn't remember anything outside of his euphoric drowsiness and coil cocoon. Even then, Kenny noticed that his eyes hadn't closed just yet. Continuing his hummed lullaby, Kenny gave the coiled mass a little push, giving it a rocking effect.

...back...forth...back...forth...sleepy...so...sleepy...

I'm...

Falling...

F...a...l...l...i...n...g...

Gentle snores emerged from the cocoon, and Kenny sighed with satisfaction. "That wasn't so bad, was it now?" The tip of his tail closed Ford's mouth, where the snores turned into deep breathing. The coils gradually shifted from horizontal to vertical, so that his cheek was comfortably rested against his scaly bonds.

Kenny ran a hand through Ford's brown hair, smiling with his usual mischief. "You wouldn't mind sharing your results when you wake up, would you?"

---submitted by b120583

OOC: I love this! :'3 Always nice to see a character like Ford in a situation like this <3

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undertale-writing-times · 3 years ago

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Hello again! I'm so happy when I was reading some of your writings. They took my mind of a bit to central dream after a stressful day.

I have some ask and I hope it's not bad.

How would UT, US, UF, SF, and HorrorTale would feel if their S/O suddenly tackled them to the side after taking a bullet from some anti-monster person who wants to shoot the skeletons? It's not fatal but S/O passed out from the scene.

So sorry it took me so long to get to this! I wanted to make sure it was long and well written. Plus I wanted to think about it harder and, ya know how it is, my brain is stupid -w-

I kept starting it, then deleting them because I didn’t like them, then starting over, then deleting it. Mutt was written first instead of the others! Funnily enough.

hope you like!

Sans- Sadly enough, Sans knew that some humans hated monsters. It was expected, hell some humans hated other humans just for something as stupid as their skin color or where they were born. How stupid can people be? He tries to not think about it too much, as it would just upset him. After getting up above ground Sans tried to be nice to the people around him, making puns and jokes to get them to either lower their guards or start to like him. Sure, doesn't work on everyone, but hey man what can you do? He's proud of himself and that's all that matters... sorta. After all the resets started, Sans never bothered to have dreams and hopes anymore, he was scared to get above ground because there was a chance he could wake up back underground but after quite a bit of time and it not happening? He let himself start to relax and really... be happy. Then he met S/o! At first it was just friendship, he didn't think it would go to anything else, honestly he didn't want it to go to anything else but, you know, the world was out to get him. He started to get a crush. When he realized that he almost had a panic attack, he already liked one other person that wouldn't end up with him so why does he keep falling for people that would be too good for him!? He literally teleported away somewhere where he could scream... then he fell asleep in a tube... so... fun! It took a while but finally they both ended up together, and Sans liked to make as many puns as he could around them. Today they were walking together and he was rambling, waving his hands slightly as he spoke. "I tell them that I want to do a show, and I let them choose everything at first. The first day? It sucks, nobody likes it, everyone is talkin’ bad. I decide hey, let me try somethin’. The next day he comes in, there's papers all over the stage and now people love it! They're all talkin' bout it. Then my friend, he asks me, Sans, how come people love my show now? I didn't change nothin' and you know what I told him? Well everyone loves a play on words" he laughs, winking with an amused grin. S/o blinks having been nodding along, then laughs shaking their head and lightly shove Sans who takes a few steps away. S/o sticks their tongue out then looks around and they tense up and quickly push him again but this time it was harder, making him almost fall on his butt. He was going to say that S/o should be more careful, since that time it was a bit rough, but then he heard a bang and suddenly S/o's body was on the ground and the familiar blood smell was in the air making him stare at the body, his soul starting to shake and he looks around quickly breathing quicker. Before he could really panic he reaches over, pulling S/o's body to his chest and teleports to where he remembered a hospital would be. It was a little far but he could deal with it! Right? Nope. The second he gets there he passes out and when he wakes up he had to answer so many questions... at least they told him that S/o was okay.

Papyrus- As much as people wished he didn't, he knew just how bad others could be. He just believed in everyone! He knew how bad people were but despite that, he believed in them. Just he didn't like the idea of telling people that they were wrong, so he let them believe that he had no idea about the dark side of life. Once he and his brother and all the other monsters got above ground, he started to meet all new types of humans! They were all so different, sometimes nice sometimes a bit mean... sometimes scared. Whenever they were scared, he would try to calm them down to talk to them and answer any questions that they had! Over the time of him being above ground, he quickly made friends. So many liked him, and that made him so happy! He wanted to be liked, he wanted to be befriended... it's all he ever wanted, really. When he met the humans that hated monsters, it made him sad. What did they do to make them hate them so much?! Whenever he got sad about it, he would go see his S/o who would help him calm down and give him all the human kisses. He liked humans, they were so soft and squishy... he liked the squishy. Today he and his S/o were at the park eating ice cream when he heard a human shouting at monsters making him frown looking over. The human was saying such mean things, "You need to go back to where you came from!" "humans hate monsters, you're all just stupid and gross! I don't want my children growing up with people like you!" and other things that Papyrus didn't even want to think about. S/o told him that it would be best to just ignore him, but of course Papyrus didn't! He went over to talk and they got into a bit of an argument. More the guy shouting at him, while Papyrus was trying to explain that he was wrong (and stupid) in a nice way. That was until suddenly the guy, in a fit of his rage, pulled out a gun. He remembered seeing a child playing with a toy gun like that in the underground... suddenly he felt himself getting knocked back as a loud bang sound could be heard but he wasn't shot, he was pushed. S/o gets knocked back because of the bullet making him cry out their name, mostly in shock and hurries to pick them up "S-S/o?" the guy panicked trying to run away but was tackled and the police and ambulance was called. When Papyrus was told that S/o would be okay, he was so happy... he went to the court date and the guy was proved guilty at attempted murder and a few other things. He felt no guilt. This guy could do better... but he didn’t want to do better.

Blueberry- Well as much as Blueberry tried to ignore it, he too knew just how bad humans could be. He wanted to believe in them all, show that they could be good if they just tried but sometimes, the things he sees on tv, makes him question that then he gets nervous. So he often ignores the news, he ignores how bad everything is in different parts of the world, he just ignores it all. He doesn't want to know how bad everything is! He... just wants a happy life so if he had to lie to himself to get it, he would. Of course he felt guilty about it! He would help people out if he saw them in danger but other than that he didn't know how to help, monsters weren't really loved by everyone, if anything, a lot of humans didn't like them still. Luckily there's someone he knew that didn't hate monsters that he met not too long ago and that's S/o! They were very sweet to him and helped him with things that he needed help with. How sweet! Now after years they both figured out that they had crushes on each other, and they got together. Thanks Stretch, for the help... Today they were going around together, Blueberry had been rambling about food that he's been trying to cook; sadly he wasn't the best cook, but he didn't really care since he had fun! "It told me that I needed to add hot sauce, but I don't really like hot sauce all that much so I, the MAGNIFICENT Sans, used honey instead! My brother keeps many bottles hidden ever since he took the job at the bee keepers" S/o nods along, chuckling a little because they knew the only reason that Stretch took that job at first was because he wanted honey. Blueberry was going to continue talking but then he felt his feet get knocked out from under him and S/o says something but it was blocked out by the sound of a loud bang, and people shouting "he's got a gun!" then a crowd running. Blueberry didn't even think about that, just staring at S/o his eye sockets pure black. "S-S/o?" he crawls closer, reaching over lightly shaking them but then he pulls his hands back seeing blood on his hands. It was so bright and warm but... he didn't like this warmth. Above the sounds of people running away his screams could be heard. Luckily the guy was caught! S/o was taken to the hospital and they were told that it wasn't fatal and Stretch came to get Blueberry who was still in a state of panic anyway. That bullet was meant for him, he was supposed to dust.

Stretch- Living above ground, Stretch was pretty happy. Of course it was a little strange to meet humans, they weren't the worst things but Stretch didn't exactly trust most of them, because he's seen just how bad humans can be. Sometimes they're good, other times they're bad, but... normally he looks at the worst of people before the best. It just made everything easier for him. If he expects the worse, then if he gets good things he'll be surprised but happy! Also he didn't really want to be too happy because there's a chance he could end up back underground. At least that's what he thought at first, but after a few years of being above ground, he slowly stopped thinking like that and decided hey, I'm going to be happy and nobody can stop me! He got a job as a bee keeper, playing with the bees and he named most of them. He named the queen Sweetie Honey Pie. He would be sad if they had to kill the queen, but so far luckily all of the groups of bees seemed to be getting along and none of the queens had to die since the time he came around. It was there where he met S/o, funnily enough! They came around to buy honey and he made a few puns since they were buying a lot of bottles "I guess you had an epip-honey, deciding that you needed to buy that many. Well good job, cause we have the best here you'll totally get your honey's worth of it! Best bee-lieve that. If you come back tomorrow, you can hear the bees making symp-honeys" he winks with a playful smile on his face hearing the human laugh. They did just that, coming and going sometimes not even buying honey, just to say hey to him. Now they were together! It was... a little shocking, to be honest. He still couldn't believe it! Whenever he thought too hard on it though S/o would joke "hey come on Stretch, We bee-long together. I love it when you bee yourself" that got him to laugh, snorting. They were heading to the store to pick up stuff and chatting when suddenly he sees S/o tense up out of the corner of his eyes "Watch out!" they shout, then push him making him knock against the wall beside him and he was going to ask what that was for, but then he heard a bang and suddenly S/o's body got flung backwards making him look over with big eye sockets. What the hell!? He thought to himself and looks around quickly. When he saw the person holding the gun he used his magic to fling the guy against the wall, just knocking him out for the cops to get there, and he reaches over grabbing S/o teleporting away to take them to the hospital.

Axe- Axe didn't really want to get out of the underground. It was mostly because he didn't think he deserved it, after everything he'd done, plus don't even get him started on how often he has blanks where he'd accidentally attack people or panic. It made him so annoyed how often it happens but luckily, it doesn't happen as often as it used to! For the first almost two years of being above ground, he stayed inside the house not going outside. His brother seemed to love it, the outside, he would come back and tell him so many stories of the nice humans he met. Axe was... nervous, anyway. What if something happened? Well finally his brother pretty much forced him to come out, dragging him behind him while Axe was forced to follow after tugging at his eye socket. That was the day that he met them. S/o. He had no idea at the time, but they were going to be a very important person to him. They tried to talk to him, but he just growled at them like a wild animal which made Noodle shout at him that "you shouldn't be so mean!" but the person didn't seem too bothered or even upset! How... weird? He got interested and slowly started to spend time with the person that he didn't know. He never told them much about the underground, and since his clothes were different from what he used to wear, nobody would know about all the blood, and dust he had. After quite a bit of time they ended up getting together! Their first few dates were going to different places and S/o giving him all different types of human food to eat and man he was in love. Today they were going to a different place! Axe was excited, they said it was going to be like fried chicken? With the best mashed potatoes! Ugh he loved mashed potatoes. Walking with his datemate, he held onto their shirt sleeve loosely just in case, so they wouldn't get separated from each other, turning his head down. There were quite a few people around them so he felt nervous but luckily being with his datemate helped him calm down, they nuzzled up against him making him tense up a little but slowly relaxes leaning against them a tad shutting his eye socket. The only one that could shut anymore. As they were walking suddenly he felt a strange feeling, like one of danger making him perk up quickly looking around and he sees something, someone holding something that he's seen before and knew it meant danger he growls lowly before he could do anything though, he felt S/o pushing him out of the way then there was the strong smell of blood. Everything was too much for his mind to handle, his datemate was in danger, delete the danger. So he did.

Noodle- As much as Noodle loved to use human in his noodles, he didn't anymore. Why? Because they were above ground now! They had as much food as they could want, and because of their money being G or gold, it was worth a whole lot! How cool is that? When he heard that, he got a lot of food and brought it to his and his brothers home and they might have went a little overboard with the eating at first, because both of them got stomach aches but it was so worth it. Then after a while he met someone! It was another human but this one made his soul feel different. They seemed so nice and he was so happy to just be with them and meet them! He tried to not think about it too much, but he knew that a lot of humans feared them and he understood why. Even if he tried to not be, he still was scary looking. His teeth were sharp and pointed out everywhere, the tips of his fingers were sharp and he used to eat people. After they became good friends, he told them about the underground and everything that happened... after a while they ended up together! Noodle was so happy. He would bring them things all the time, food, shiny things he thought that they would like, cuddling... and today they were going out for a walk in the park. He walked beside them, hunched over a little as he walked one of his fingers hooked with theirs because he had to reach down to be able to hold their hand and he was worried about hurting them. He was listening to S/o talk, a relaxed smile on his skull. Each step causing his bones to creak and lightly pop or rattle. It was getting better luckily, but he was still in pain sometimes. Suddenly he felt like something was going to happen, a sickening feeling in his stomach and he growls lowly, his eyes quickly shooting around until suddenly knocked out of his thoughts he was pushed by S/o. He didn't even notice them stop talking but suddenly he felt himself get knocked back and there was a loud bang. The familiar smell of blood hit him making his stomach rumble just a little bit but he was more panicking quickly picking S/o up nudging his skull against their head to see if they were okay. When he got a reaction he hurried off to go take them to the hospital. He'll find whoever hurt them and take them out himself. What even happened?!

Lord- Lord knew that he wasn't a bad guy, but the things he had to do in the past made him upset. When he became the leader of the royal guard after Mutt went... you know... he had to do a lot of things to show that he deserved it. It was so annoying! He didn't even want to be the leader but he knew that if he was the leader of the royal guard, people would respect him and fear him, even a little bit. The king was kind to him but wasn't easy on him ever... it's how he got the scars over his eye, funnily enough... After they got out from underground he still guarded Asgore even if he didn't need it and he was always on edge, making sure to protect his brother because well his brother was all he had anymore. That was until he met S/o! It started off slow, a friendship started, mostly one sided, then two sided, then crushes and finally Lord told S/o that he liked them stuttering it out because Mutt kinda forced him to; and shockingly enough they liked him too! Now they've been together for a while and Lord was walking with his S/o their hands laced together looking around as he walked, standing up straight his shoulders squared to make himself look bigger than he was, that's a good way to hold yourself. Humans knew about him, humans knew about the monsters, and some of them still feared monsters which was so annoying! Why would they be afraid? Sure, there were some bad monsters, but also monsters weren't the ones that started the war, monsters weren't the ones that put up a barrier now were they?! Lord tried to not think about that too much. "What should we do?" he decided to ask, making S/o look over at him and shrug their shoulders mumbling that they didn't know. Then what happened next? It moved too fast. Suddenly their eyes widened "watch out!" they yelp, and push Lord out of the way as he heard a shot ring out, then a thud. He saw S/o's body get knocked backwards, then blood slowly started to pool around them making him tense up, staring with wide eye sockets. "Ah... ahh! What the fuck?!" he suddenly shouts and crawls over holding them then looks around trying to find whoever shot them. He saw someone running away but chaos around them made him unable to chase after. When S/o was taken to the hospital and he learned that they'd be okay, he was so happy. He's going to find whoever tried to shoot him though, and kill them.

Mutt- Monster. Monster was the word that people used when they didn't like the people standing across from them, or when they were scared of them. Monsters haunted your dreams, but the real monsters were the people that hurt others for just being different. Mutt hasn't hurt anyone in a long time, let alone since they got above ground, but even still... there were people that didn't like him, that wanted him and all the other monsters to go back underground. There were stores that said 'no monsters allowed!' and even some monster places that said no humans were allowed because of that. Even though they were above ground, even Mutt knew that they were still trapped. Luckily! There's more nice humans than the mean ones, and they seemed to really like him and his brother. Plus Ma'am Toriel! She didn't like to go by your royal highness or whatever anymore. Today Mutt, Lord, and Mutt's datemate S/o were all walking together, just planning on going out for ice cream when suddenly Mutt heard S/o shout "watch out!" They push both Mutt and Lord out of the way, sending them falling to the ground and Lord sits up, snapping "What was that for?!" then Mutt looked over and saw blood pooling around S/o, making his body tense wait what? He looks around quickly his soul starting to hurt as it pulsed. He saw people running around, but the most noticeable person to him, was the guy holding the gun then he blacked out. When he woke up again, he seemed to be in one of those human hospitals, some strings attached to his soul and in the bed beside him he saw S/o, still asleep making his eyes widen and he sits up quickly "S/o?!" he groans, holding his hands on top of his head. Owwww... "ugh lay back you idiot" Lord pushes him back down "your magic got out of control again because of that guy attacking S/o, they're fine though, they just need to heal" Mutt smiles weakly, nodding and lays his head back shutting his eyes. He wondered... did he kill that guy?

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andilovetowrite · 4 years ago

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Initial Shyness(P.P x Reader)

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Confessions are cute, right? Especially when you have been waiting for years to say it out loud. But what happens when the initial shyness wears off? And we all know Peter isn’t as innocent as he seems ;)

Warnings: Nothing but some unending fluff. Lots of Peter rambling and awkward kisses :)

Based on a request, you can find it here!

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“C’mon, you can do it!” hissed MJ from beside you. She pushed you toward’s Peter’s door, making you stumble. Still, you tried to hold back against MJ, who you realized, was freakishly strong.

“I can’t! Nope. No way.” You shook your head, crossing your arms. MJ sighed, probably too tired for your crap.

“Oh come on Y/N! I cannot hear another word about Peter again.”, she said, looking too serious.

“But-”

“Not one more word”

“I-”

“So what you are going to do is go into his room, go up to him, confess your feeling, and then kiss him.” She looked at you expectantly. “Am I clear?”

“Uh- just one component you are missing out on….I don’t have the balls to tell Peter I like him!”

MJ rolled her eyes, coming to stand next to you. “Yes, you don’t. And that’s why, I am really really sorry for what I am going to do next.” You didn’t even have time to figure out what she meant before you were pushed into Peter’s room harshly by Ned and MJ. As soon as most of you was inside, they shut the door behind you and you heard the door lock behind you.

“Oh COME ON!”, you said, trying to open the door.

“You know what to do!”, MJ said back, her voice muffled. You sighed, turning around to see Peter looking at you, a slight smile on his face. Oh, and what an amazing smile he had. His eyes crinkled, and small dimples showed up on his face. His pearly whites showed through his pink lips that you have dreame-

“Hey Y/N...what’s up?” Peter asked, snapping you out of your Peter-sized daydream.

“Huh-uh, so um- MJ just wanted some-uh alone time with- with uh Ned. Yeah”, you said, trying to think of anything other than the fact that you had a gigantic crush on your best friend.

Peter’s eyebrows scrunched up, confused. “Why would she want to talk to Ned?”

“Uh-um wanting to know something about uh-English…”

“Okay”, Peter said, drawing out the word. You could see he didn’t believe you so you did the most logical thing. A logical course of action that anybody in your situation would do. Lie.

“Well, she actually wanted me to show you something, um-on the roof”, you said, biting your lip, trying to figure out what to do once you got on the roof.

“Alright, let’s go!”, Peter said quickly, holding his hand out to you. You grabbed it, feeling the warmth seep into your body and make it’s way up to your cheeks. You held on, knowing that this would be the last time if Peter didn’t reciprocate your feelings.

Jumping out the window, you let out a small yelp as Peter grabbed your waist, holding onto you tight as he pulled you two to the rooftop. Landing onto the ground, you held on for dear life, looking at Peter.

“Give me a warning next time! I thought you were going to chuck me out the window…”

“Oh please, then who would I have to annoy all the time?”, he asked teasingly. You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding in.

“Well, you would lose your best friend…”

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t see the way Peter’s face contorted into a grimace as he looked down.

“Yeah, but not only my best friend but the coolest person in Queens!” You cracked a smile, a red tint making its way up to your neck as you heard him speak. “I mean, you are so damn smart and pretty...Not to mention, so badass. I mean, I saw how you elbowed Flash in the-”

“Okay, let’s not relive it” You interjected. Peter smiled at that, walking both of you over to the other side of the roof. “Where are we going?”, you asked, confused.

“Uh, so I just wanted to-uh. Just come and see this”, Peter said, scratching his head slightly. Not knowing what to do, you just followed him, hoping you would see what he was talking about. And you weren’t expecting this.

A plush rose blanket spread out across half of the roof, with rose petals thrown here and there. In the middle of it was a small picnic box, with food sticking out of it. You could see some books stacked in the corner and a couple pillows as well. The light reflected off the buildings around you, giving the entire space an orangish-pinkish glow. You were so engrossed in the spread, you didn’t even notice Peter shakily taking out a small bouquet of roses from behind him.

“Peter, wha-what is this?”, you asked, shocked.

Bringing out the roses, he held it out to you, a blush the same color as the flowers making it’s way up to both of your cheeks. “I-um, heard what you and uh MJ were talking about a-a couple um days ago. So-I uh decided to ask Mr Stark to help me out with thi-”

“Wait a second. Tony Stark helped you out with this?!”, you asked, shocked at why your dad would help Peter out with this small thing. I mean, it-he shouldn’t care so much about Peter’s best friend, right?

“Yeah-uh, so I um set this out for you, and asked MJ to help me get you in my roo-”

“MJ has been in on this?”, you asked, suddenly remembering how she and Peter had been talking discreetly a few days ago.

Peter just nodded, looking down as a dopey smile made it’s way to his face. You cleared your throat, trying to figure out what was happening. You weren’t dumb, but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions to quickly.

“Why-why would yo-is this-uh”, you tried to speak, with little success. You could feel you face heat up in embarrassment, so you just stared at the flowers in Peter’s hands.

“I-uh really, um like you Y/N. Like more than a-a friend. And much more than a best friend. I know yo-you may not like me back, but I couldn’t keep it in any longe-”

You know it’s rude to interrupt someone when they are speaking. But you couldn’t hear anyother word come out of his mouth, because otherwise you would’ve melted. So you did the next best thing. You kissed him. Hard.

His words got caught in his throat as his lips met yours. And for a second you were worried you went too far, pulling back. But as soon as he felt you doing that, his hands went to your hair, pulling you flush against him, kissing you back with fevour.

You wish you could’ve stopped time. Right there. During a beautiful sunset, on the roof surrounded by rose petals, and with Peter in your arms. And in your mouth. But sadly, you needed air to breathe, so you pulled away, probably looking like a fish straight out of the water. Opening your eyes, you could see Peter’s face. His pupils were dilated and his entire face was a pink hue. His lips were plump and red, but pulled up in a lovesick smile.

You knew you had the exact same expression on your face. Smiling softly, you looked at Peter, and at the same time, you both said.

“I really like you”

Giggling, you hesitantly took the crushed flowers from Peter, breathing them in.

“They got squashed”, Peter said, running his hands over the petals.

You shrugged, not caring. “Well, it wasn’t only your fault. I think it was a two-person thing..”, you said cheekily, smirking at Peter.

He laughed, throwing his arms over you and pulling you in for a hug. You breathed in his signature scent and melted against him, your heart full. It would’ve been perfect if not for the eruption of clapping and whistles from behind you.

“Wha-”

“GOOD JOB PETE!”, MJ yelled, running to the both of you, Ned and May close behind. Crashing into you, you laughed as she looked at Peter. “Better take care of her, got it?”

Peter nodded, kissing my cheek. And just as he did that, a flash went off fro next to you. “Nice job Underoos. Watch the lips though. Don’t get too close to my daughter.” Tony’s voice went through the air, making you jump.

“Dad?!”, you said, shocked.

“Mr Stark?!”

“Yes yes, I was spying on you. But at least I’m not like Nat and Thor. They have been circling the building for the last 15 minutes.”

Tony said, shrugging as he pointed to the sky, where you could see the two of them waving at you.

“Oh god”, you groaned, throwing your head back. Peter looked at you, white as a ghost, before giving a scared nod at your dad.

“Yes sir, I’ll be very-um-uh good to Y/N. I mea-she is uh so pretty-wait that’s not-uh and smart- but that’s not-,” he stuttered, eyes wide. Helping out the poor boy, you shooed everyone away.

“Bye, dad. Please take Nat and Thor home with you. We’ll be back soon”

“Not later than 11, got it? And remember Peter, hands to yourself.”

“Yes M-Mr Stark”

Giggling, you watched as everyone walked away, leaving you with Peter. “Sorry bout that”

“Oh, it’s fine. I got the girl of my dreams tonight. Nothing could beat that” Blushing you pulled him in for a short kiss, before hugging him tightly.

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Wish you say that was the end of the story. That you both lived happily ever after. But sadly, with a group of friends and family, privacy was not the best. And you were very sorry to say that you scarred more people than you had hoped to scar in the next few months.

The first victim though was none other than Aunt May. And boy oh boy did she not look at you two for weeks after the incident.

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Alright! This was really fun to write, and this is such a cute idea, so I kinda want to make this into a series where people walk in on Peter and Y/N, so let’s see where it goes. But the next part will be out in a couple of days once my exams end :) Also, on that note, wish me luck, since I have my math exam tomorrow. Anyway, until next time!

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jamespotterthefirst · 4 years ago

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Flirt (Ethan x f!MC)

Book: Open Heart, Book 2 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 1.1K Premise: Who would have thought that Ethan Ramsey would one day follow Bryce Lahela's romantic advice?

Author’s Note: This takes place in book 2, sometime after the attack and before the gala when Ethan and MC are in a secret relationship. Thank you anon for the request (sorry it's so late!). Thank you @aestheticartsx for the ideas!

The beginning notes of Lahela's playlist resound around the otherwise empty gym. With a groan, Ethan releases the heavy weights, the clashing metal serving as a glorious reprieve from the electronic, fast beat of the music. From beside him, the newest member of their workout entourage groans as well, with as much disdain as Ethan. He feels a surge of vindication at the fact that, though they may disagree on music preferences most of the time, they can at least agree on this.

“Bryce,” Lilac calls out over the song. Her voice fails to carry over the music and over the sound of Lahela’s sneakers hitting the belt of the treadmill. “You’re welcome to torture yourself on that treadmill but don’t torture us too with your awful music.”

Ethan fights back a grin at the quip. Lahela, meanwhile, clutches his heart with exaggerated flare.

“Ouch, Lil. You wound me.” He punches a few buttons on the dashboard, bringing the machine to a much slower pace. In spite of the exertion, his smile remains as charming as ever, not a hair on his head out of place. “I’ll have you know this is beast mode music. It’s a running remix created at 150 BPM to optimize performance—”

“It’s overproduced garbage.” Ethan interrupts the impassioned speech.

“It’s Ice, Ice Baby,” Lilac adds.

Despite himself, Ethan snorts, which in turn elicits a lovely bout of laughter from her. He sobers up at once, too preoccupied with watching how her attractive features light up the entire room. A second too late, Ethan realizes he is gaping at her, like some kind of moron.

To his dismay, the surgeon catches this. Then again, how could he not when Ethan must have looked like an entranced imbecile gawking at her. Luckily, Lahela doesn’t comment, instead choosing to hop off the treadmill with impressive agility.

“If I would have known you two would gang up on me, I would have never invited you, Lil.”

“That’s the reason you invited me and you know it,” she returns with easy charm. “To keep you two on your toes.”

Her eyes swivel to Ethan’s and his stomach swoops pleasantly.

“As fun as this has been, I have to go stretch. I have a kink in my back I really want to get out.” She announces this quite suddenly and with a rather enthralling sway of her ponytail. She turns to go, giving Ethan a deliberate view of her curves in the colorful leggings she wears. Before she makes it further than a few steps, however, she glances at Ethan over her shoulder. “I might need some help getting it out.”

Those green eyes he dreams about on most nights are heavy on his, shining bright with promise under a fringe of dark lashes. Ethan’s throat feels suddenly very dry.

“A colleague of mine is a chiropractor,” he blurts out. “I can give you his contact information if it's a persisting problem.”

Lilac's smile falters imperceptibly, nodding once before moving to the mats and out of earshot. Ethan can't help but notice there is less enthusiasm in her gait as she goes.

From beside him, Bryce lets out a low whistle.

“What?” Ethan asks, unable to keep the edge off his tone.

Bryce takes it in good stride, laughing. “You're so lucky she's already crazy about you.”

“She's—” Ethan pauses to collect the jumble of thoughts in his consciousness. His heart, meanwhile, beats with such ferocity, he can feel the echoes of his pulse in his throat. “What makes you— I can't imagine what you mean.”

The young surgeon mops the sweat off his brow with a towel, laughing. “Lilac was totally flirting with you just now.”

“She was?”

“She wasn't exactly subtle.”

Ethan cringes internally as his mind replays that encounter and his less than stellar reply.

“And all you did in return was offer to set her up with your chiro friend?”

It sounds worse when someone repeats it out loud, Ethan realizes.

“You do know chiropractors are the most attractive doctors? Aside from surgeons, of course.”

It is the most ridiculous claim Ethan has ever heard. Yet, he pauses.

“Lilac complained about her back. She could be misaligned…”

The incredulous look Bryce stabs him with makes him stop talking.

“What was I supposed to do?”

“Offer to help her stretch?” Bryce offers as though it is the most obvious alternative imaginable. “Or better yet, offer to make it worse.”

Ethan opens his mouth to voice his confusion, but his mind catches the innuendo belatedly.

“Whatever you do, do it with confidence.”

As Ethan stands there, glancing at Lilac gracefully stretching a distance away, he is hit with the ridiculousness of the situation.

For starters, Ethan and Lilac are already in somewhat of an unofficial relationship. They haven't exactly defined it yet, but given that she spends most of her free time over at his place and steals kisses from him when no one is watching, Ethan is confident they are an item. It shouldn't be surprising that she is attracted to him, but somehow, Ethan finds himself unable to believe he'd ever be so lucky.

Also disconcerting is the fact that Ethan is receiving flirting advice from Bryce Lahela himself. The worst part is that said advice is sounding pretty reasonable to Ethan at that very moment.

“However you decide to play it, you better go do it now.” Bryce glances at the digital clock mounted in the wall. “Those guys from ICU always start their workout at six and that's in like ten minutes.”

With renewed confidence, Ethan starts towards Lilac. As a worrying thought occurs to him, however, he halts, frowning at Bryce.

“About Lilac and I,” he begins, but the surgeon is already shaking his head, grinning wide.

“Don't worry, Dr. Ramsey. My lips are sealed.” He follows this proclamation by pantomiming closing a zipper over his lips. “Plus, I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who's noticed you two pining for each other.”

“Sienna knows.”

This actually elicits genuine shock from him, which is as comical as it is uncharacteristic.

“She never told me. I can’t believe she never said a word,” he says, already throwing on a shirt and heading for the exit, as though determined to find the tiny doctor and demand more information.

After he vanishes, Ethan moves over to Lilac, stopping at the foot of her mat. She is attempting to do a complicated maneuver with an arched back and tangled limbs. Despite her evident struggle, Ethan watches her fondly, thinking her the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

“How's your back?”

“Stiff,” she returns, giving up on the stretch and getting to her feet. “Are you referring me to your friend?”

They are alone. Ethan celebrates that fact by wrapping his arms around her, her back pressing pleasantly against his chest.

“Not a chance in hell.”

She laughs. “So you've decided to help me after all?”

“I could,” he murmurs darkly into the shell of her ear, his hands gripping her spandex clad hips. His voice dropping lower still, he says, “Though what I have in mind might blow it out instead.”

“Ethan!”

Lilac quivers in his arms, twirling around to face him when she recovers. She gives him a surprised yet impressed look before her eyes darken.

“That was…” She trails off and Ethan is pleased to see her blushing. The way she kisses him in response, hungry and hard, forces Ethan to admit that the scalpel jockey's advice had been correct after all.

*Sorry again, anon! This is over five months late.

Anon is referring to this post.

Thank you so much for reading this!

*Tagging separately!

#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #playchoices #My writing

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phersphantum · 4 years ago

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This is an ussop x male reader

This is my first time writing something like this so please take it easy on me but other then that please enjoy

Background info: - pronouns he/him -no devil fruit powers -you and usopp have been together for a couple months by now -you like to jump off of a lot of shit no matter how high sometimes you do get hurt but since you've been doing it for so long it doesn't faze you and doesn't hurt that much anymore

This will not be going in the same timeline or path as the anime/manga sorry kiddos

(S/t) skin tone (p/c) position on crew (y/n) your name (m/n) male name (h/c) hair color (h/t) hair type

Warnings: lil bit of angst

POV No one (author POV)

Y/n was chillin in the crows nest and then he realized that he never jumped off of it (he made it a point to jump off of everything in and on the sunny). Screaming "here I goooo" y/n jumped off onto the grassy portion of the Thousand Sunny. He tumbled and rolled as he hit the grass, then layed flat on his back. He sighed contently, but his head hurt a little and his was a bit dizzy too. Most of the straw hats (zoro was napping) ran towards the (s/t) boy frantically asking if he was ok. Luffy was the exception who went around screaming "SUGOI!" Even though y/n had been with the crew for sometime now, they couldn't seem to get used to the (h/c) boy jumping off of anything and everything he could. Poor Chopper-he had heart attacks every single time. He was always running after y/n with his little medical gear to make sure the poor boy wasn't on the verge of death.

Usopp POV

I ran up with the rest of the gang worried for my boyfriend. I got irritated with Luffy, because he just kept screaming "SUGOIIII!!! ✨✨✨" I ignored him and tried to get to y/n to see if he was ok but everyone crowded around him. They pushed me out of the circle and talked over me. I was so over it, so I yelled louder then I have ever before, "COULD YOU ALL SHUT THE FUCK UP!?! GOD I JUST WANT TO SEE IF MY DUMB BOYFRIEND IS OK!!!" The rest of the gang moved out of the way shocked at my tone. I stomp up to y/n and he smiles and waves and says "Hiiiii babyyyyy" in a kind of loopy voice. "How are you dummy?" I ask. "My head hurts some and I'm kinda dizzy" he replies. I sigh, then start talking softly "ok well bubba let's take you to choppers room and he can fix you up. Then we can spend the rest of the night cuddling. How's that sound?" Y/n tried to get up but I stopped him with my hand, and he says "yessirrrr".

Nobody POV

Usopp then proceeds scoop up y/n and take him to Choppers room, Chopper follows them.

Time skip (brought to you by Sanji's one eyebrow

After Chopper gave y/n a diagnosis Usopp took him back to their shared room. Usopp then layed y/n down in bed and straddled him pouting (it ain't goin that way ya nasties 😤). Y/n looked at Usopp confused, "what's wrong my little sharpshooter?" Usopp blushed but still pouted, "You have a fucking concussion! Why? Cause your dumb ass decided to jump off the crows nest like a fuckin dare devil!" Y/n started to get a little upset, "ITS NOT LIKE I'M FUCKING DEAD! I'M STILL ALIVE AREN'T I?!" Usopp finally let his anger out, "YOU COULD BE DEAD!! YOU'RE NOT LIKE LUFFY OR ZORO OR SANJI!! THOSE GUYS ARE SUPER CRAZY POWERFUL MONSTERS!! THERE'S ONLY ONE OF YOU! WHAT IF ONE TIME IT'S WORSE THEN A CONCUSSION" Y/n felt insulted that Usopp had tried to compare his strength to those three. He screamed, "FUCK YOU I MAY NOT BE AS STRONG, BUT I CAN HELP AND DO THINGS THEY CANT!! I CAN HANDLE MYSELF!! DON'T THROW YOUR INSECURITIES ON ME-JUST CAUSE YOU'RE WEAK DOESN'T MEAN I AM!"..."I GET IT... I know, I'm weak. I know that when it comes down to it I can't even protect you... I mean look at you... you're hurt and I can't even help... I can't do anything to make sure you're ok y/n..." Usopp had tears in his eyes. As he turned away to get up y/n grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a hug. "Whatcha talking bout silly? You've saved me so many times with your amazing sniper skills. I'm sorry about the insecurities thing, I lashed out, and that wasn't ok. But remember no matter what, you'll always be my Sogeking" y/n gave a warm smile. Usopp smiled back "I'm sorry for yelling at you. Just don't scare me like that anymore please?" Y/n nodded "got it boss" Usopp kissed y/n's cheek. "Now my lovely first mate, as per the doctors orders-you need to stay in bed." Y/n laughed "nahhh I'm fineeee". Usopp shakes his head, "if you don't I'll tell Nami and Chopper and they'll give you more then a concussion" Y/n sweat dropped "jeez Sogeking is scary sometimes".

This was pretty fun to make ngl it's not edited yet but my editor will be editing soon tho I bet she probably won't be too happy cause I can't spell for shit lmao 😂 so until then I apologize for anyone reading this rn but until next timeeeee byeeee

My editor killed me for how bad this was but here it edited

#ussop #one piece x male reader #god ussop #ussop x male reader #one piece #x male reader

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13uswntimagines · 4 years ago

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New Friends (Kellex x Little!Reader)

Request: dino Roary an origin story of where the reader got him? You can pick which team moms you want to use

Author’s Note: This is in the little Problems universe and is a prequel to Little Problems.

Rest days felt like they were few and far between as of late. Stress levels were at an all-time high as your team prepped for the Olympics, and it was nice to have a day away from the constant pressure.

It was even rarer that you got to hang out with your three best friends alone. It wasn’t that your girlfriends didn’t trust you- but Rose, Mal, and Emily were Little (technically you were too, but you didn’t acknowledge that) and they always said it wasn’t a good idea for the four of you to go out on your own.

Something could happen to make one of you slip, and that could cause all four of you to slip and before you knew it you could have 4 very mischievous littles left to their own devices.

So you were excited to get to spend the day, window shopping with your friends, away from your girlfriends. They tended to hover, and you really just wanted to have fun. That’s how you ended up at the mall, wandering around aimlessly.

“Alright, I believe it’s my turn to pick the store?” You said, rubbing your hands together.

“It’s only fair. You did just spend an hour looking at running shoes and sandals with us,” Rose nodded thoughtfully. Sure you had gotten pretty fidgety towards the end, but you hadn’t complained. At least you hadn’t started trying to play hide and seek in the aisles this time (how you didn’t think you were little, she would never know).

“At least they weren’t sketchers,” Emily snorted, throwing an arm over both you and Mal. As your oldest (both big and little) friend, it was her job to look after you two.

“We promised we’d never talk about that again,” Mal grumbled, shoving a cackling Sonnett off of her. Emily stumbled, bumping into Rose and nearly sending both of them into a potted plant.

You shrunk slightly at the security guard's glare, using all of your strength to prevent your thumb (or your shirt) from finding its way to your mouth as it so often did.

“How bout Spencer’s? They’re supposed to have the new Harley Quinn merch,” You mumbled, scratching the back of your neck.

Emily wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “And they have toys in the back,”

You blushed. That wasn’t why you wanted to go there, plus Kelley and Alex would not be happy if they found out you went perusing through the sex toy section without them.

You glanced at Mal and she seemed to be having the same thought.

“Are you sure we’re supposed to look at those?” She asked, fidgeting just like you were.

Emily shrugged, rolling her eyes. “There’s only a ban on it when we’re little,”

You squinted at her. She was the ringleader of your little group, and she had a habit of leading you all into trouble. But Mal nodded thoughtfully, satisfied with the loophole.

You bit your lip. If Mal was ok, then you should be too. “Otay,” you mirrored Mal’s nod, the collar of your shirt slowly beginning to find its way to your mouth.

“Well then, what are we waiting for?” Rose smiled wide, wiggling her eyebrows, looping her arm with Mal, and beginning to drag the younger girl towards your chosen store.

Emily took off after them, throwing her arms around their shoulders barely checking back to make sure you were trailing after them (Alex and Kelley would be very upset if she lost you after all).

****

You had promised your girlfriends that you would stay with Em, Mal, and Rose. You swore that you wouldn’t leave their sights. And you hadn’t meant to, but all of the stuffed animals in the window looked so lonely. You needed to go say hi to them.

That’s how you found yourself roaming the isles of the toy store, one set of fingers gently pressing over all of the animals’ fur and the other finding their way to your lips.

You didn’t usually let yourself slip this far, not around other people at least, but something about being surrounded by so many stuffed toys felt safe. They were like a magnet drawing you to them, and you didn’t wanna fight it.

You paused in front of a section of dinosaur-shaped stuffies, your eyes gliding over the colorful selection. You didn’t just want one. You needed one, with every fiber of your being.

You weren’t sure how you knew, but you were sure that one of these buddies was meant for you.

“Hey sweetie, are you here all by yourself?” A very soft voice asked from behind you. You turned towards the brunette, squatting down so her green eyes could peer into yours.

You shook your head, “No, wit Emmy, Mal, and Rosie,”

The woman’s lips ticked up at your little voice, even if it was muffled by the thumb between your lips. But it was still troubling that you were in this store all by yourself while you were little.

“Good. Are they here in the store with you?” She asked softly, as to not scare you.

You bit your lip, suddenly finding your shoes very interesting (but not as cool as the light-up buzz light year ones your ma-. Kelley. Not as cool as the ones Kelley had gotten you).

Maybe you should have told your friends that you wanted to say hi to all the stuffed animals, but they were too far ahead of you. And they probably would of had to call your girlfriends (stuffed toys were a pretty big trigger for all of their little spaces). You hadn’t wanted the day to end or to admit that you wanted something that other littles wanted.

“No,” You mumbled sadly, afraid that your time in the store was going to be over before you got to greet your new friends (and that you were gonna get the mom looks from your girlfriends when they found out about this).

The woman sighed her eyes softening at your chastised expression. She shared a glance with the blond woman beside her before placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Alright sweetheart, what’s your name?”

You nodded, your chest-puffing slightly. You could do that. “Y/n,”

The woman smiled at your adorableness. “My names Lena, how about we call your friends?” She asked softly.

“but I gots new frens,” You pouted, gesturing towards the wall of stuffed animals with the hand not currently in your mouth. A very particular red and yellow Dino standing out to you. He looked so soft and cuddly. You couldn’t just leave him behind.

“Ok kiddo. Let’s call your old friends, and then we can get you one of your new friends while you wait?” The blond woman asked. You nodded excitedly. You always liked new frens and it would be fun to introduce them to your old friends too.

*****

“Holy shit, you scared the crap out of us. We turned around and you were gone,” Mal’s arms wrapped around you the second she saw you.

You buried your face into her neck, wrapping the arm not holding your brand new friend around her. “Sorry, wanted ta say hi,” You mumbled, clutching the stuffed triceratops as tightly as you could. Mal froze, pulling back and holding you at arm’s length, her eyebrows furrowed.

They all knew that you were supposed to be little, but they had never actually seen more than a glimpse of little you. It was a tricky situation because they didn’t want to discourage you from being little, but at the same time, it was dangerous because it could cause the rest of them to slip too.

Emily turned to you, eyes wide. “Oh fuck,”

You frowned, pouting at Mal. “Emmy sayed a bad word,”

“Yeah, we heard,” Rose sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. This was not a good situation, and it certainly meant the end to their day out. But maybe she would be able to convince her mama and aunt Lindsey that you all needed a play date…

“I maded a new fren,” You said softly, holding up the Dino that Lena and Kara had bought for you while you waited for your friends to show up.

“I see that,” She shook her head, already reaching for her phone.

She knew the rules, she was definitely going to have to be the responsible one and call a caregiver, lest you all (well maybe not you specifically) earn yourselves a punishment.

Lena eyed the group of women before her critically. Taking in every twitch of a hand and tilt of a head. There was no way she was going to let the four of you scamper off. It would be dangerous and irresponsible, especially considering that seeing someone in little space was often a huge trigger to other little spaces.

“Thank you so much for looking after her. We were so worried when we realized she wandered off,” Emily mumbled, smiling shyly at the woman.

Lena nodded back, “It was no problem, but I don’t think it’s a good idea for the four of you to be wandering around all by yourselves, especially if she’s little,” she said, gesturing to where you were excitedly introducing Mal to your new stuffed toy.

You froze, barely looking away from your friend to huff out an “I not little,”

Emily rolled her eyes. Even now, when it was obvious, you would deny it.

“Right, we were just going to head back to the hotel anyway,”

“You sure you can make it back alright?” Lena asked with a raised eyebrow. She didn’t envy whoever had to keep the four of you in check as you seemed like a very large handful.

“Yeah, we’ll be fine. Thank you again,” Rose said, sharing a look with Emily. They were the two oldest and it was their job to get you guys back safely.

Rose turned and gently grabbed your hand, so she could guide you out of the store and make sure they didn’t lose you again.

You waved at the woman who had helped you as you left (big you would text them a thank you later as Lena had left her number in your phone). Emily made a mental note to talk to your girlfriends about how friendly little you was (it would be good for them to know in the future) and thanked their lucky stars that you were too far in denial to freak out when you were suddenly little. (It was also rather shocking that you had allowed yourself to slip for this long anyway).

*****

They were almost there. Almost back at the hotel. Just a few more steps through the door and they would be home free. You paused as you approached the hotel, the tip of the stuffed dinosaur’s tail finding its way to your lips.

You didn’t want to go inside. It was fine for you to be like this with Em, Mal, and Rose, they understood. Even with Alex and Kelley’s gentle nudging, you couldn’t let go of the fear that they would look at you differently. That the (amazing) adult side of your relationship would change forever.

“Come on y/n,” Rose said softly, carefully pulling the Dino’s tail from your mouth with furrowed eyebrows.

You shook your head rapidly, tears suddenly welling up in your eyes. “No,”

“What do you mean no? We have to go inside, it’s almost curfew,” Emily asked, joining Rose hunching in front of you to look you in the eyes.

You shook your head again, rubbing your nose in the soft fur of your new friend. Just holding him was so comforting (it was almost as good as snuggling between your girlfriends).

“No. No wan Al and Kell ta see me, when I like dis,” You mumbled, gesturing towards yourself with your free hand, completely missing the looks Emily, Mal and Rose shared.

“When you’re like what? They’ve seen you in worse states, trust me?” Rose snorted.

It was true. Your girlfriends had seen you drunk, and sick and happy and everywhere in between, but as far as you knew they had never seen you like this.

Sure, you let yourself slip just a little in the middle of the night when you were cuddled up between them, or when both of them were away with their respective club teams. But it would be different for them to actually see you little, and you just couldn’t seem to make yourself big now.

“Not while I little,” You mumbled miserably.

Rose sighed. “Babe, they know you’re little and they’re totally ok with it,”

It wasn’t like you could control the test results, and Kelley and Alex had been doing everything in their power to make sure you knew they were there for you.

“I-...” You choked on your words, your mouth opening and closing several times. You just couldn’t seem to make your brain say the words that plagued you since your results came.

Emily reached out a gentle hand to rub your shoulder, a small idea about your hesitance forming. “Y/n look at me. You know Lindsey loves me yeah?” You nodded at the defender, your eyes wide. “And how Sam loves Rose?” She waited for another small nod. “Those two will love you just the same. Being little is a part of who you are, and it’s not going to change how they feel about you,”

You frowned, subtly leaning into her hand. “But what if they don’t like my friend?”

Rose and Emily quirked up a smile at you.

“I’m sure they’ll love him,”

******

Kelley stopped short as she entered your shared hotel room, her eyes bulging at the sight of you cuddled up with a new stuffed animal, your thumb between your lips, watching blues clues.

“What the fuck Kell,” Alex hissed, barely catching herself before she plowed into Kelley’s back and shoved both of them further into the room.

Kelley turned and pressed a finger to Alex’s lips. “Shhh,”

“What?” Alex mumbled against her finger, her eyes following her shorter girlfriend’s gaze. Her eyes widened and she couldn’t stop the “Awww,” that left her lips.

You looked over at the sound, your eyes tightening just a little. You slowly raised the hand holding your new Dino and offered your girlfriends a tiny wave.

“Hey babydoll, mind if we join your cuddle session,” Alex asked carefully, stepping around Kelley and closer to the bed. She bit her lip at how adorable your thinking face was.

They waited for a few bated breaths while you considered, idly rubbing your nose in the dinosaur's fur. You were terrified of being little, and they didn’t want to push you, especially with this being one of the first times they had seen you fill in headspace (they had gotten fleeting glimpses before but nothing quite like this).

“I not mind,” You mumbled thoughtfully, shyly looking over at your girlfriends.

Alex and Kelley’s lips ticked up at the expression. God, you were adorable (they could only imagine how much cuter you would be when you were comfortable).

Both women nodded, and very slowly joined you on the bed, sandwiching you between them. You snuggled into Alex’s side, sighing happily as the warmth of your two favorite people enveloped you.

It made you feel safe and oh so small.

“What are we watching?” Kelley asked after a few minutes of watching you. She gently reached up to remove your hand from your mouth, making a mental note to order you a soother off the internet.

“Boo’s coo’s,” You mumbled, blinking up at the woman.

She smiled brightly at your wide eyes. “We love that show short stack,”

You mirrored her smile, wiggling happily (barely noticing that Alex moved your thumb away from your mouth again). You giggled when Kelley made a funny face at you before the blue puppy on the screen took your attention again.

Alex and Kelley shared another look when you began to babble quietly to both your new stuffed toy and the screen. They shouldn’t have been surprised that you were this little. Even in the little glimpses, they had caught, they knew you were going to be smaller than Emily or Rose.

They also shouldn’t have Em been surprised that your resistance finally slipped. It was a stressful time for the team, and they were frankly shocked you had held out as long as you did.

“Hey babydoll, can I ask you a very important question?” Alex asked softly, brushing an errant curl from your eyes. You nodded, your eyes never leaving the screen.“How old are you right now?”

You paused for a second, Seemingly considering the question before you gave them a little shrug. Big thoughts were too difficult right now.

Kelley smiled indulgently at your little pout, brushing your cheek. “That’s ok sweetie,”

You leaned into the touch, settling back against Alex. They let you watch the screen for another few minutes, keeping a close eye on you. As the show went on, your new dinosaurs tail slowly made its way back to your mouth. They let it go for a few minutes, again making a note to talk to big you about getting something more appropriate to suck on.

Alex very carefully reached up and pulled the red tail from your lips. “Who’s this little guy?” She asked softly, tapping the triceratops on the nose.

“My new fren, Lena, and Kara gots him while we waited for Emmy,” You said.

Alex’s eyebrows furrowed. You were waiting for Emily? With people, you didn’t know? There had to be a story there, and she fully intended to get it the next time she saw the defender (and make sure that the group had followed the rules their caregivers set for them- including staying together).

“Does he have a name?” Kelley asked, making eye contact with the forward.

“No,” You huffed, pulling the soft Dino to hide your eyes.

“Well, friends have to have names,” Alex nudged the back of your shoulder. You squinted, looking between the red stuffed animal and Alex, your tongue poking between your lips.

Names were a very big decision, and your Dino hadn’t told you his yet. You lifted the toy up, examining him carefully.

“I not know,” You said, dropping your arms and squeezing him closer to your chest. Kelley and Alex both awed at how adorable you were.

“You want some help?”

You squinted at Alex for a second, before nodding slowly. “Yes please,”

(Both women swallowed their praise for your good manners- they didn’t wanna cross a line as this was still a very new development).

You passed the dinosaur to Kelley, who turned him over in her hands and carefully examined him before passing him to Alex who did the same.

“Well, do you know how dinosaurs say I love you?” Alex asked, passing your new friend back to you.

“They say rawr,” You rawred at Alex, laughing when she rawred back and tickled your belly and Kelley joined in.

“How about you name him Roary so every time you hug him, you’re reminded how much we love you,” Kelley suggested, blowing a zerbert into your neck.

You giggled loudly. It was the perfect name for your new friend. It was also a reminder that your girlfriends would be with you through it all, even if you happened to be little…

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #kellex imagine #kellex x reader #little!reader

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