#think i need to just like take a power nap or just sit quietly in a dark room for a bit. and take some aspirin’

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Stop the world I wanna get off with you

pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader

genre: fluff, smut

synopsis: your sweet boyfriend comes up with a way to make you feel even more connected as a couple.

wc: 7.2k

warnings: tantric sex ~ a meditative form of sex. the aim is to be present in the moment to achieve a sensual and fulfilling sexual experience, connecting with your lover on a more profound level.

(aka edging, soft lovemaking, sensual touch, making out, oral (f and m), handjob, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie)

a/n: i wrote this in two days (had to power through + it's not proofread so excuse any mistakes) and it felt so sweet and intimate and made me even more soft for hyune. happy birthday to my beloved hyune who deserves the entire universe and more💕

masterlist

You had just gotten home from work, the tiredness settling in your bones as you shucked off your shoes and coat with a deep exhale.

"Jinnie?" you called out to your beloved, scanning the living room and kitchen area in hopes of seeing a sign of him. With a little pout on your face, you made your way to the bedroom.

You slowly opened the door, thinking that he must be napping but your brows shot up in surprise when you didn't find him there either, nor heard the shower running in the bathroom.

"Jinnie?" you repeated but no answer. You shook your head with a small smile.

There was only one place you'd find him now.

You made your way to the guest room turned art studio where he was probably painting with his earphones in.

You knocked and quietly opened the door, finally finding your boyfriend, but he wasn't sitting in front of a canvas painting, he was sat at the desk, staring at his laptop. His brows were furrowed in concentration as his eyes scanned the letters on the screen, his teeth gnawing at his lip.

Upon hearing the door open, he looked up, his face softening into a smile when he laid his eyes upon you.

"Oh, hey love. I didn't hear you come in." Hyunjin said, beckoning you to come closer.

You walked closer to him and he wrapped his arm around you, swiftly pulling you in his lap and making you squeal in surprise. Your arms automatically wrapped around his shoulders as he leaned in, kissing your jaw and cheek.

"What's got you so concentrated?" you giggled a little, caressing the back of his head, the buzzed hair soft under your palm.

Hyunjin's eyes fluttered as he gently caressed your cheek, pressing his lips on yours.

"Something I wanted us to try for a long time." he whispered against your lips, kissing you slowly again. You could never get enough of his kisses, you loved it all from the little pecks he'd give you as he giggled to the most desperate and passionate make out sessions where you couldn't get enough of each other, always needing more.

"Oh yeah?" you smirked. "Something naughty?"

"Not really." Hyunjin shook his head and motioned towards his laptop, adjusting you on his lap so you were turned towards the screen. He leaned his chin on your shoulder, one arm wrapped around your stomach and his free hand scrolling up the page.

"Tantric sex?" your eyes widened, cheeks burning instantly.

"Mhm. Have you heard about it?"

"I have. It's supposed to be like meditative and sensual?" you asked, your hand caressing his arm that was holding you.

"Something like that." Hyunjin chuckled. "I just want us to connect like never before. I want to be close to you in every way possible. I want to explore you and love every part of you." he talked, his lips constantly making contact with the back of your neck.

Goosebumps appeared on your skin and you shivered, grabbing at his hand and intertwining your fingers as you turned to look at him.

"Hyunjin." you sighed, your heart beating fast against your chest.

"Don't feel pressured, my love. It's just a suggestion. You don't have to say yes." he smiled sweetly at you.

"Tell me more about it." you whispered, turning to face him fully and gently taking his face in your hands. Hyunjin giggled a little, nuzzling into your palms.

"Okay well, the point is to be in the moment with your partner, take your time as you explore each other and do stuff like breathe together and just touch each other. It doesn't have to be just sex, it's not about getting to the finish line, it's more about enjoying the journey." he explained and you nodded.

"It's supposed to bring us closer together. And when you do finish at the end, it's like the best full body orgasm you can experience." he added.

"So basically it's a huge edge fest?" you joked and Hyunjin laughed.

"Kind of, if you wanna look at it that way." he searched your eyes.

"Of course I wanna be closer to you, my love. It sounds like something wonderful, like an out of body experience." you smiled, kissing his nose.

"So, you wanna try it?" he beamed at you and you nodded.

"Yes, I'd love to." Hyunjin let out a delighted chuckle as he hugged you tighter, making you giggle.

You were a little bit nervous but excited to try something so romantic and loving with your sweet Hyunjin.

~

A few days later, after doing more research and discussing about it, the two of you finally had a weekend off, no other plans, perfect for enjoying each other without anyone else bothering you.

As soon as you opened your eyes that Saturday, you found Hyunjin already awake and smiling at you.

"Good morning, beautiful." he said and you whined, covering your face with the blanket, mumbling behind it.

"Don't hide." Hyunjin pried the blanket out of your fingers, pulling it down and chuckling at your disheveled state.

"You'll look at me all day today anyways." you huffed, moving your hair out of your face. He leaned in and gave you a few sweet pecks.

"I can't wait." he smiled, wrapping his arm around you.

You stayed like that quietly for some time as you caressed the back of his neck and he drew circles on your back. You almost fell back asleep until he lifted up and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"I'm gonna start preparing our space." Hyunjin said before getting up. You turned on your back, stretching with a smile.

It was really happening.

By the time you got up and made your way to the living room, Hyunjin had already moved around some furniture, preparing the carpeted floor with covers, blankets and pillows. The two of you thought your living room would be the best option, it was spacious and full of light, usually the room where you relaxed, with all the pretty paintings Hyunjin had hung on the walls and the flower pots you had scattered around.

It was also the room where you first kissed and made love on your third date, when you invited Hyunjin over for a home cooked dinner.

"Need help?" you asked and Hyunjin nodded.

"I prepared some fruit in the kitchen. And water bottles. You can bring it here." he said and you walked away to the kitchen, bringing all the stuff to the living room.

Hyunjin was lighting up some scented candles before he turned to smile at you.

"Do you think it's warm enough here? I turned on the heating."

"It's fine. Comfortable." you nodded.

You decided to eat a simple toast for breakfast and have just a little bit of coffee. There was a strict rule of no devices whatsoever, just you and Hyunjin in your own little world so he grabbed your phones and laptops, leaving it all turned off in your bedroom.

Lastly, Hyunjin dimmed the lights and took your hand in his gently, a sweet smile dancing on his lips as the two of you finally settled in your living room.

"So, how do we start?" you asked, feeling a little nervous.

"However we feel like. There is no rules to that." he smiled. "Though matching our breathing is important. But I just wanna embrace you first, my love." Hyunjin added, placing his hands gently on your waist. You smiled wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pressing your chest against his as you felt his warmth and found yourself enjoying the familiar and comforting place your lover's arms provided.

You held each other quietly for some time, then ever so slightly you started moving together to the quiet relaxing music in the background as if you were slow dancing but even slower. With your eyes closed, you pressed your cheek against his, your heart already filling up with love. Swaying with him like that almost made you feel like your feet weren't even touching the ground.

"You wanna sit down?" Hyunjin whispered quietly after a while, brushing his lips against your cheek gently.

"Mhm." you said and he leaned back, his hands finding yours and fingers entwining as he sat down cross-legged, you following suit and mirroring his pose, scooting closer to him so your knees and feet touched. Both of you were wearing only underwear and a shirt you slept in so the bare skin contact already got your breath stuck in your throat.

Hyunjin held your hands, resting them over his knees, his thumb caressing your skin gently. He gave you a little smile as the two of you held eye contact. You slowed your breathing, focusing on the moment as Hyunjin observed you. A little giggle escaped your lips.

"Sorry." you whispered.

"No, it's okay. We should be smiling and laughing. I'm glad that looking at me makes you giggle, darling." he smiled and you felt your cheeks burning. Even after so many shared moments together, you felt shy under his gaze at times.

"Well yeah, you always make me smile." you said quietly, it was his turn to giggle as he gently squeezed your hands. You sat like that for a while, gazing into each other's eyes lovingly, warmth spreading throughout your body, enveloping your heart as butterflies started fluttering inside your stomach, the flapping settling in your gut. You were shocked that only looking into Hyunjin's eyes already started making you feel aroused.

You closed your eyes a few times to take a deep breath and then looked at him again.

"What are you thinking about?" you asked.

"The day we met." Hyunjin answered.

"Oh. You bumped into me pretty hard." you laughed and he chuckled.

"It was Kkami's fault." he added and you rolled your eyes playfully.

"Poor Kkami." you pouted jokingly, reminiscing the day you thought would be the worst day ever but instead, you ended up meeting the love of your life. It was a horrible day at work, you were stressed as you were walking home, clutching a comforting cup of coffee when out of nowhere a little dog came running your way, barking as he flew past you, after him his owner who bumped into you so hard that you fell on your ass and spilled coffee all over yourself.

All you wanted to do in that moment was to just stay on the floor and cry. The handsome stranger gasped and shrieked, apologizing profusely before helping you up. He kept begging you to let him make it up to you and that's how you let him get you a new cup of coffee, exchanging names and numbers.

Only two weeks later you started dating, and you haven't looked back since.

"Thinking about it too now?" Hyunjin asked.

"I was." you smiled.

"I was in love with you the moment you yelled at me. You were so scary but so pretty." he confessed and you laughed.

"I thought I looked pathetic. I felt like it." you shook your head.

"No, you looked so beautiful." Hyunjin smiled, squeezing your hands gently.

"If you say so." you giggled and he let go of your hands, reaching towards your chest and putting his palm against your heartbeat.

He took your wrist in his other hand and guided your hand to his chest, your palm pressed against his heart too.

"Can you feel my heart beating for you, my love?" Hyunjin whispered and you felt a rush of emotions overwhelming you.

"Yes, I can." you whispered.

"Breathe with me." he added and the two of you kept eye contact, feeling each other's hearts beating as you matched your breathing.

You already felt overwhelmed with love for Hyunjin, as if your heart would burst, being close to him, looking at him, being looked at by him, being noticed, touched, loved.

"I wanna kiss you." Hyunjin said. "Am I being impatient?" he asked and you chuckled.

"I don't know. Aren't we supposed to let our feelings and desires lead us?"

"I guess we are. Come sit on my lap, beloved." Hyunjin smiled and you untangled your legs and stood up, stretching a little before sitting in his his lap, your legs wrapped around him. Your core was close to his but still far enough that you didn't feel him pressing against you, more so leaning on his legs.

Hyunjin's hands cupped your cheeks, thumbs gently tracing on your skin. The shapes of you were already engraved in his mind, he could sketch you out with his eyes closed.

He leaned in and kissed the tip of your nose, then each of your eyelids, making you giggle quietly as you placed your hands on either side of his neck. Hyunjin took in a sharp breath, his neck was always sensitive and you felt him becoming warmer and more tense as your fingertips ran over his skin.

"Relax." you said, pressing your lips into his cheeks, kissing his soft skin as he leaned his head back a little, enjoying your touches.

"Remember to breathe." you whispered and he nodded.

"Yes." he whispered back, opening his eyes and looking at you with a glazed over look.

"My sweet Jinnie." your hands ran up over his head, as you gently caressed his short hair, giving him a little massage.

"Mm. Darling. That feels really good." his hands came down to your waist and he gently squeezed.

"I love making you feel good." you kissed his forehead and he let out a quiet whine.

"You always make me feel good, beloved." he stated as you kissed the tip of his nose.

His breath hitched when you cupped his face and brushed your lips against his. Hyunjin couldn't help it as he pulled you in just a little closer so now you could feel the warmth of his core near yours.

He puckered up his lips and just stayed like that, connected with you as you matched your breath again. Hyunjin then captured your lower lip between his and started kissing you gently, slowly moving his lips, savoring the moment as if it was the first and last time he would kiss you.

His hands drew little circles on your lower back as you kept kissing him, pouring the love from your lips to his. You didn't even hear the music in the background anymore, all your senses were focused on Hyunjin. He gently rubbed his nose against yours in between kisses and your hands made their way down to his shoulders which you always admired and loved kissing, maybe even sinking your teeth in.

Hyunjin's hands trembled before travelling down to gently squeeze your hips. His fingertips played with the hem of your shirt, the tip of his tongue prodding at your lips. You parted them, letting him in and he tasted you, rubbing his tongue against yours before swirling it around. You felt a zap pass through your core, arousal gathering on your entrance now.

He squeezed your hips again before leaning back a little.

"Gotta catch our breath, hm?" he asked in a sultry tone, his eyes darkened as he brushed a strand of your hair away from your face.

"Mhm." you nodded, clutching at his shoulders a little.

Hyunjin's fingertips softly ran down your inner thighs, making you shiver as he went back up.

You looked down, noticing his erection and you bit your lip. He giggled a little, making you look up at him.

"Usually I'd already be inside you, hm?" he kissed the corners of your lips.

"Yeah, pretty much." you chuckled.

"I wanna keep kissing you, my love." he said, one of his hands tangling in your hair as he held the back of your neck, his other still lingering on your thigh.

"Me too." you said, caressing his upper back, feeling the muscles flexing underneath your palms.

Hyunjin leaned in with a smile, kissing you slowly again until you built up the kiss again, your tongues crashing against each other slowly as you savored the taste of each other.

You couldn't help the little moans escaping your lips, your panties becoming more wet by the second. You throbbed and burned slowly, wanting to feel him closer to you but at the same time enjoying the sensual moment you were in.

You stopped kissing, almost losing track of time, having no idea how long you have been making out.

"I wanna feel how warm you are." Hyunjin bit on your lower lip gently, his fingertips dangerously close to your wet pussy.

"Feel me, beloved." you whispered, gently caressing his back as he touched your thighs.

His fingers made contact with your core through your panties which were soaked at this point.

"Mm, love." Hyunjin's lips pressed against your jaw, kiss after kiss travelling to your neck. You threw your head back with a gasp, concentrating on your breathing and his fingertips just softly running over your clothed pussy.

Your touched his chest, hands sliding down until you got to his erection, your fingers finding his wet head and gently circling it.

"Y/n." his warm breath hit your neck before he licked a long stripe on your skin and gently nipped at it.

"I love you." Hyunjin pressed a kiss under your ear, retracting his hand, in favor of sliding both of them under your shirt and caressing your tummy.

"I love you." you squeezed his length a little, making him moan quietly before you slid your hands to his hips.

He leaned back to smile at you and you kissed him gently as he kept caressing your stomach.

"Can I take it off?" he asked, gripping the end od your shirt and you nodded.

"Of course." you smiled and he pulled your shirt off, tossing it aside. His eyes fell down to your chest and your tummy.

"So beautiful." he said, sucking his bottom lip in.

"Yours too." you said and Hyunjin snapped out of his trance, pulling his shirt off and throwing it somewhere in the same direction he threw yours.

"Come closer." he wrapped his arms around you and you wrapped yours around him as he pulled you flush against his body, your chest pressed against his and your cores finally touching. You felt as if your entire body was burning as you both let out a sigh at the little friction.

"There's nowhere I'd rather be right now." Hyunjin said, his cheek on your shoulder as you held each other tightly.

"Me too, sharing this moment with you is beautiful." you said, running your fingertips on his back. Hyunjin shivered a little, holding you tighter and you adjusted on his lap, squirming a little and making him moan into your ear.

"Love." he gripped your hips and moved against you slowly, grinding his entire length against your pussy.

"Jinnie." you matched his movement and started grinding against him gently.

The friction between you was delicious and the way you moved against him slowly, not hurrying to finish and holding back a little made you feel even more aroused than usually. You felt like there were waves of pleasure running through your entire body even though he wasn't even inside you.

"My sweet angel." Hyunjin gently cupped your breasts and you shivered, arching into his hands, still moving your core against his softly.

"Jinnie." you whined a little when his thumbs brushed against your nipples.

"I- I feel close."

"You want a break?" he asked and you nodded.

"Okay." he pecked your lips with a smile before the two of you untagled from each other, stretching a little.

"How are you feeling?" you asked when he gave you a bottle of water.

"Like my entire body is on fire."

"Same." you chuckled.

You decided to eat some fruit, sitting close to each other as you talked for a while, calming down just a little even though the fire still burned inside you, now a bit more dim.

"You wanna continue, angel?" Hyunjin asked after a while.

"Yes. What do you wanna do?"

"I want you to lay down and relax for me." he said, brushing his knuckles against your warm cheek.

"Oh. Okay." you smiled, anticipation building up inside you.

"Get comfy." he caressed your legs, noticing the tension in your body. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath in and letting out a long exhale as you melted into the blankets beneath you.

Hyunjin hovered over you, leaning in to press small kisses everywhere on your face before kissing your lips. He tasted sweet like the fruit you just ate and you were so addicted to his lips. He slowly slid off your underwear so now you were completely bare under him.

He kissed your jaw, then your neck slowly, taking his time and lingering after each kiss. You felt his hot breath against your skin the entire time, making you shiver as your fingers curled into the sheets below.

"Love, relax." Hyunjin noticed, brushing his fingertips over your hands.

"Sorry." you whined, biting on your lip and relaxing again.

"It's okay." he reassured you, his fingers dancing on your sides. He scooted down a little, leaning in to press kisses on your stomach, dragging his bottom lip against your skin as he looked at you.

"You're so sweet, my darling." Hyunjin murmured against you as he kept kissing you. You fell into sort of a trance, closing your eyes as he kissed you everywhere, coming up to your breasts. His lips continued worshipping your supple flesh, avoiding your nipples at the beginning, making you shake with arousal and need. He gave you only two soft kisses on each bud, leaving you yearning for more.

"Hyun..." you breathed out, blinking your eyes open and seeing that he grabbed the coconut oil used for massage.

"Shh, I got you love. Just stay relaxed like that for me." he cooed at you, caressing your face. You closed your eyes and soon felt the oil drizzle on your abdomen. Your eyes snapped open and you looked at Hyunjin who smiled at you sweetly as he started gently spreading the oil on your skin, his fingers warming you up, right above your core, teasing, loving.

"Focus on your breathing." he reminded you as you got worked up immediately, it felt so good.

You focused on taking deep breaths, amplifying the feeling of his warm hands on you as he gently massaged you, his hands sliding up to your ribs and between your breasts. You fell into another trance as he kept gently running his hands on your body, before he poured some more coconut oil in his palms and softly grabbed your breasts, massaging the flesh.

"Look at my hands, beloved. Look at them worshipping your beautiful body." Hyunjin said and your eyes fluttered open, a moan escaping your lips when you saw the intense but loving look in his eyes, focused only on you, like you were the only thing that existed in the world.

You looked down at his beautiful hands, ones you loved, ones that held you, touched you, gave you comfort, brought your pleasure and painted masterpieces. You felt the urge to kiss and lick at his fingers but held it in, knowing soon he'll be the one receiving all the worship.

"Breathe." he saw you getting worked up.

You took a few deep breaths, feeling yourself getting incredibly wet, probably even dripping on the sheets and you wanted to press your legs together and rub them just to feel a little relief.

"Ah." you whined when Hyunjin started slowly circling around your nipples before pressing his thumbs gently into them and then moving up and down, left and right. Your eyes rolled back, your pussy clenching as you felt so sensitive to everything he was doing to you.

Hyunjin smiled at the state of you, lightly pinching your nipples before circling them again.

"H-Hyunjin." you moaned, feeling like you could cum just from that stimulation.

"Darling." he pinched your nipples again, and you whined, your legs twitching, pressing against his thighs where he kneeled between yours.

"Kiss me." you needed something, anything and Hyunjin obliged, pressing his sweet plump lips against yours, engulfing all the little moans slipping out of you as he kept stimulating your sensitive nipples.

You were so sure you were about to cum from only that when Hyunjin retracted his hands, grabbing a little cloth and cleaning his fingers from the coconut oil. He observed you with a little smile as you stared up at him.

"I need you, Jinnie." you whimpered, trying to close your legs.

"I know." he said, prying your legs open gently, his hands on your inner thighs. "I know, angel."

He leaned down, pressing his lips on your inner thigh as his eyes fell on your core. You felt exposed, a wave of embarrassment washing over you but Hyunjin smiled.

"You're so wet, my love." he whispered, closer to your pussy before he touched your clit ever so gently with his thumb, and that was enough for you to jolt and moan. You've never felt this sensitive before, surprising yourself at the electrifying feeling running through you while he only brushed against your nub.

"So sensitive huh?" he smirked a little, gently running the pad of his thumb up and down.

"Y-yes." you moaned out, your toes curling at the feeling.

"Ready to receive pleasure." he noted, biting on his lip harshly as he circled your clit. You were dripping more and more, your eyes falling down to see his erection straining against his boxers. He followed your eyes and looked down.

"Don't worry. Right now it's about you." Hyunjin reassured you.

"But I wanna see." you breathed out when he dipped his fingers down to gather your wetness and gently smear it all over your aching cunt.

"As you wish, beloved." he retracted his hand for a moment only to get rid of his boxers, his cock springing free, hard and dripping as it slapped against his abdomen.

"Fuck." you groaned, so needy for him. "Touch me more."

Hyunjin didn't need to be told twice, his hand was back between your legs as he started massaging your clit, applying different pressures and movements, making you moan loudly as your legs trembled. You were close again.

"Hyunjin! I'm gonna cum." you whined, fisting the sheets and he stopped, his hands on your inner thighs, caressing you as you shivered.

"Breathe for me." he hovered above you, trying to get you to match his deep breaths.

He kissed you lovingly until you calmed down a little before he made his way between your legs.

"Can I taste you?" he asked and you nodded frantically, you were still burning up like never before.

Hyunjin leaned in immediately, his plump lips pressed against your lower ones. You whined, your breath hitched before you relaxed against his lips, kissing your clit and your wet pussy. He pressed the tip of his tongue in your clit, circling it and making your toes curl again. It was getting harder and harder to hold back. He ran his tongue down through your slit, gathering your juices and swallowing them.

"So sweet, my angel." he muttered against you before prodding at you with his tongue, pushing it in, your warm pussy welcoming him.

"Hyunjin." you moaned his name, your hand finding the back of his head as you caressed him.

"Hyunjin." you repeated as he gently fucked you with his tongue. "I love you." you felt it in the deepest corners of your being, the love for your man.

"I love you so much, my angel." Hyunjin smiled as you touched his face before he dove back in to kiss and suck at your sensitive clit.

Pretty soon, you were trembling against his mouth, messy with your arousal and his spit and he moaned into you when his dick accidentally brushed against the sheets.

He leaned back suddenly, blinking.

"You okay?" you asked.

"I feel like if you touched me right now, I'd cum." he breathed hard, licking around his lips.

"Do you need a break?" you asked.

"No, not yet. You?"

"Maybe just some water." you swallowed and Hyunjin nodded, the two of you hydrating and then exchanging a few sweet kisses.

"You wanna lay down now?" you asked him and he giggled, becoming giddy.

"Yes." he answered and you changed your positions, Hyunjin getting comfy on the blankets as you hovered over him. You took a moment to admire him laid before you, vulnerable and naked, ready to receive your touch and your love.

"Beautiful." you whispered and Hyunjin smiled, his cute dimples showing as his eyes filled up with so much love. You grabbed his hands, bringing them to your lips, kissing his knuckles and he smiled as he looked at you.

"I love your hands so much." you said and he chuckled.

"So you've told me before." he licked at his lip as you started pressing lingering kisses into his fingertips.

"I love them because they can be the most gentle and the most rough, whichever I need." you licked at his middle finger, making him shiver as he stared at you in a trance.

"Y/n." Hyunjin breathed out when gently sucked on his middle finger. "Mm." his body was already trembling, arching into you. You kissed his hand, his palm, his fingertips again and again, looking at the little puddle of pre-cum forming on his navel.

You released his hands after some time, placing yours on his chest and gently running them up and down, slowly moving to his shoulders, his arms, squeezing his biceps then back to his chest where you slid your thumb over his nipples. Hyunjin shivered every time you did that, his body trembling under your touch, his cock twitching and leaking.

He enjoyed having your attention only on him, your touch purposeful as you slid your hands up to his neck, he threw his head back letting you hold him. The way he looked at you in that moment, as if he was giving his entire life to you made you throb, more arousal gathering on your pussy.

"Sweet lover." you whispered, sliding your hands down to his inner thighs full of love bites you had left on them, marking him as yours. You gently touched him, massaging his flesh, fingertips close to his core every time you went up.

"Ah. Yes." he moaned as you touched him. You wanted to hear more, to see more, you wanted to make him feel so good. Your hands were now gently massaging around his cock, closer and closer to where he yearned for you.

You bit on your lip as you gently cupped his balls and Hyunjin let out a desperate moan, trembling under your touch.

"Remember to breathe." you echoed his words and he nodded quickly, his brows furrowed as he breathed deeply, your hand massaging his balls. You put your other hand on his cheek, and he looked at you with a small smile as you smoothed out his eyebrows.

"Relax for me." you cooed at him and he relaxed into the blankets, giving into your touch. His cock kept twitching as you massaged him, pressing your fingertips to his inner thighs, then around his member, then back to cupping his balls and lightly tugging on them.

"Fuck." Hyunjin gasped a little when you gathered the pre-cum that had been dripping on his navel and wrapped your fingers around his tip.

"Oh god." he let out a breath, looking down at your hand as you started circling your fingers all around the head, smearing his pre-cum and running your thumb over his slit.

You were getting even more wet, clenching at the feeling of him in your hand, so warm, so heavy, so wet, just for you. You wrapped your hand around him and started moving it slowly up and down, flicking your wrist at the tip.

"Ah, it feel so good!" Hyunjin whimpered before you wrapped your other hand around him, giving him more stimulation as you moved, squeezed and touched.

"W-wait, I don't wanna cum yet." he stuttered after a few minutes, his cock twitching harshly in your palms.

"Okay." you released him, gently touching his abdomen. You've never seen him so hard and you've never wanted him more, to feel him inside you, to be connected with him.

"Just breathe." you smiled at him, kissing him gently. Hyunjin placed his hand at the back of your head and held you as he pushed his tongue in and massaged yours with it.

You leaned back to catch your breath, trying to align your heartbeats again. You leaned in to kiss his neck and Hyunjin whimpered quietly, throwing his head back to give you access. You gently kissed his skin, inhaling his familiar and comforting scent as you went lower and lower, kissing his chest, his nipples, his stomach until you got to his cock.

"Y/n." he gasped, his thighs trembling when you pressed a kiss to his tip then ran your tongue over his sensitive slit.

"Keep going, please." Hyunjin needed you, he always did. You licked a long slow stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, leaving a few kisses on the way and making him lose his mind. You wrapped your lips around the head and lightly sucked.

Hyunjin let out a guttural moan, twitching against you as you took him in.

"Baby." he groaned, his fingers tangling in your hair. You took your time, enjoying the feeling of his heaviness on your tongue, how warm he was, how he throbbed harder the more you slid down, leaking into your mouth, the salty taste of pre-cum driving you wild, waking up something primal inside you.

You wrapped your hand around the base and slid down as much as you could, gagging lightly around him as you cupped his balls with your other hand again.

"Ah, shit!" Hyunjin's hips jerked, his hand gripping at your hair and you sucked on him a few more moments before releasing.

"I was so close. So close." he panted and you giggled, wiping away the spit on your lips.

"You wanna take a break?" you asked and he nodded, pulling you down to lay next to him.

Your arms wrapped around each other as you threw your leg over his thighs, your hand sliding up and down his arm and shoulder while Hyunjin caressed your head and played with your hair.

You basked in each other's warmth and presence in the comfortable silence for a while before Hyunjin kissed your forehead, making you look up at him.

"How do you feel?" you asked, caressing his face and he nuzzled into your touch.

"Wonderful. Loved." he kissed your palm before smiling at you again.

"I wanna suggest something." you said, sitting up and he leaned up on his elbows and looked at you.

"Of course."

"I always wanted to try... cockwarming you." you said, feeling a little shy as you looked away, your cheeks burning. Hyunjin twitched at your words, his eyes fluttering and hands squeezing and curling into fists.

"Yes. Yes. I'd love that." he said and you looked at him.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, don't be shy now." he chuckled, sitting closer to you and wrapping his arms around you.

"You know I'm all yours, my love." he kissed your cheek, nosing against your skin.

"I'm all yours too, beloved."

"I know." Hyunjin smiled, kissing you sweetly. His hand reached between your legs and you pressed your thigh against his, opening up to let him touch you. His fingers slid against your wet entrance, up and down, tapping against your clit and making you whimper on his lips while he kissed you.

You reached down to touch his stomach, fingertips playing with his happy trail as he circled your clit. You let your hand slide lower as you wrapped your hand around his length, pumping him slowly and making him shiver. Hyunjin let out a grunt, laying his head on your shoulder and burying his face in your neck as he pressed his fingertips on your entrance. You leaned into his touch and he took that as a sign to slowly push two of his fingers inside you.

He slid in easily, your pussy clenching around his fingers and sucking them in, you were aching to be filled up for some time now. Neither of you said anything, just enjoyed the moment as both of your hands moved slowly, you spread the pre-cum down his length, giving him languid strokes and he matched your pace, pumping his fingers deep inside you, looking for that sweet spot.

You moaned loudly when he found it, his thumb pressing against your clit while his fingers rubbed your spot.

"Hyun..." you whimpered, squeezing his cock a little and making him bite into your shoulder.

"My love." he sighed then, licking over the bite and kissing it as he felt you getting wetter on his fingers, the thought of finally being inside your warmth made his mind spin.

You were close again, it was just a matter of moments for you to cum, you were so desperate at this point, you were barely holding back at this point. Hyunjin felt you clenching harder around him so he slowly pulled his fingers out, leaving you empty.

"Need you, Jinnie. Need you so much." your hands squeezed at his sides and he pulled you into his lap.

"Shh, it's okay, just wrap your legs around me." he said, grabbing the base of his cock and pressing the tip against your wet pussy. You bit on your lip, your legs wrapped around him as he guided you down on his length slowly, making you feel every inch of him. Both of you moaned loudly at the feeling, your senses heightened as he filled you up perfectly, fitting snuggly inside you.

"So warm." Hyunjin muttered, mouthing at your neck again. You clenched around him, arching your back, your nipples grazing against his skin.

He let out a breath as you slid your hands on his back, shoulders and neck, wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands gently squeezing the supple flesh on your bottom, massaging you.

"Hyunjin. I feel so full." you moaned. "You feel so good inside me." you added, touching the back of his neck.

"My angel. Always ready to take me and make me feel good. I love being inside you. Connected with you." Hyunjin spoke against your skin, lips travelling down to capture your nipple, gently sucking on it.

"Mm." your head started spinning instantly when he sucked a little harder, one of his hands coming up to play with your other breast.

You enjoyed the intimacy of the moment, him inside you while he worshipped your breasts and you caressed his hair, your eyes closed in bliss. There was really nothing else in this moment except you and him. You felt as if your souls were connected, not just your bodies and the thought of so much love between you made you want to burst.

You took his face in your hands and guided his lips to yours, kissing him passionately and lovingly. You squirmed on top of him, pressing your chest against his, both of you getting more desperate.

"Are we gonna break the rules if we make love now?" you asked, kissing the corner of his lips.

"There are no rules. We do what we feel like doing." Hyunjin said with a smile as you kissed the beauty marks on his face.

"Okay." you nodded, embracing him and the two of you stood like that for a few moments before you leaned back.

"I want you to make love to me." you whispered and Hyunjin let out a loving giggle, helping you get off him and move down onto the sheets.

"Gladly." he whispered, pushing you knees up as he positioned himself and slid back inside you easily, filling you up completely.

You moaned in unison as he caged you in with his arms, his body almost completely covering yours. You wrapped your legs around him, digging your heels into his backside. Hyunjin groaned and started fucking you with slow and languid movements.

"I don't think I will last long." he chuckled, his entire face and neck red.

"Me either." you clutched at this back while his hands cradled your head, caressing your hair as he looked at you with eyes full of love and lust.

"I love you, y/n. I wanna be with you forever. In every lifetime, just you and me." Hyunjin talked as he rocked into you slowly, dragging against your clit deliciously and creating perfect friction.

"I love you, Jinnie. Wanna be yours forever, too." you were losing your mind, maybe you were already gone as you nails dug into his flesh without you even realizing. It started from your toes curling and travelled up your legs, making your thighs quiver and then it spread like a fire inside your abdomen, fluttering through your stomach, somehow making your nipples harden even more, goosebumps rising on your skin.

"Hyunjin, I'm cumming." you whimpered and he groaned loudly.

"Me too." he whimpered. "Cum with me, my love."

He was shivering above you, his body on edge like yours, the love between you bursting as the coil finally snapped, feeling like a tidal wave crashing against every part of your body and pouring out of your core all around his length, you exploded, your ears ringing and entire body shaking as you kept cumming for what felt like a whole minute, your pussy clenching around Hyunjin's hardness.

He was stunned by the way you came, adding onto the emotions swirling and building up inside him as he moaned your name repeatedly like a prayer, twitching and exploding inside you, ropes of warm cum filling you up endlessly. Hyunjin kept rocking his hips into you, chasing that feeling, the wave that crashed over both of you, prolonging the orgasm as much as you could.

"Oh my god." you breathed hard as he collapsed on top of you. You felt like you went blind for a second, your ears ringing and your throat dry.

"Wow." Hyunjin squeezed your hand as he came down too.

You were in bliss.

He slowly looked up at you after a while, the sweetest smile adorning his face.

"That was... beautiful." he said and you nodded quickly.

"I can't feel my legs, honestly." you said and Hyunjin chuckled.

"I can't feel my dick." he added and you laughed, playfully smacking his shoulder.

"Do you know how much I love you?" he asked, lifting up to move the hair that got stuck on your sweaty face.

"As much as I love you." you answered and he bit on his lip with a chuckle.

"Happy four years, my love." Hyunjin said, kissing you gently.

"Happy four years, Jinnie." you smiled against his lips. "We should buy Kkami a treat to thank him."

"Oh yes. He did bring me to you." Hyunjin smiled, sliding out of you slowly and then wrapping his arms around you.

You shivered a little and he brought you closer to his warm body, pulling a blanket over the two of you.

"Let's stay like this for a while." he whispered and you nodded, burying your face in his neck, his arms your safe place.

Time and space disappeared around you, the world outside didn't exist, only your hearts vibrating together with a love that would last forever.

taglist: @moonchild9350 @janepg @velvetmoonlght @hwanghyunjinismybae @jehhskz @porangporangmeong @laylasbunbunny @laughatdanger @jeonginslefthand @sapphirewaves @s3ungm1nxxl0ve @painterhyunjin @moon-ttokki-x @saintcosette @ooshyana @frehyun @scarlet789 @skzdust @schniti-is-in-the-house @hwangjoanna @sona1800 @channiesrightasscheek @justwonder113 @yvettemint @inaribu00 @httpdwaekki @possum-playground @ria-april @yn-x-them @mariahxrrera @0omillo0 @halfwinterhalfuniverse @cooldeermagazine @delulkpopstan143 @todorokiskitten @compersian @azxulskz @stayp1eceposts @minniesverse @skzdreamer13 @0325ale @j-ji-jia @shannthewriter @mhluvie @my-neurodivergent-world

[w2soneshots]

Hi! You wanted some w2s requests and I have been obsessed with the idea of Harry coming off the pitch after the charity match and then spending the night with his girlfriend who has been living the WAG dream for the day. Make it whatever you want I just need sweaty Harry in a football kit.

Wag -W2S

words: 0.9k+

warnings: smut, head (m receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie.

summary: after your boyfriend, Harry, played in the sidemen charity match and lost, you go back to your hotel room and make him forget all about the result.

notes: hii loves! Thank you anon for this request (I also combed it with this smut req😋), I’m obsessed🫶🏼. The match was sooo good and Harry looked unbelievable😌. Enjoy❤️‍🔥✨

Liked by sidemen, wroetoshaw and others

y/username: words can't explain how proud I am, 4.7 million raised for charity! + thoroughly enjoyed being a wag for the day🤭🤍

-comments-

ksi: all for a good cause man!!!

faithlouisak: so so cute🥹

-> y/username: love u bb

tobjizzle: 🫶🏿

y/nfanpage21: you look GORGEOUS omfg

user: WAG y/n is iconiccc

Today your long term boyfriend, Harry, played at Wembley in the sidemen charity match. The match finished just a short while ago and you've been waiting in the friends and family lounge for him to finish up in the changing rooms.

"Hi," he greeted you with a tired smile as he, Ethan and Simon came to meet their girls. He wrapped his arms around you before you could say a word. You sighed softly, swaying back and forth.

"Ready to go babe?" You asked him quietly, as you'd planned beforehand to just get room service and skip the after game buffet. "Yeah, ready," he replied before pulling away from you. You smiled up at him as you intertwined your fingers and practically lead him out of the lounge. "Well done lads. Bye girls, we'll catch up soon!" You shouted to the couples before walking out of the doors.

You finally got back to the hotel, after an excruciatingly long car ride, in which Harry fell asleep on your shoulder mid way through. He felt a little more spritely after his power nap and so when you entered the room, after kicking off your shoes and placing your bag down, you noticed that he was looking at you in a funny way.

"What?" You looked down, thinking there was something wrong with your outfit. He took a step forward. "y/n?" He asked, voice lowered. Your eyes widened slightly as you realised exactly what was about to happen.

Within seconds your lips had connected. A fire ignited in your stomach as the kiss intensified. His warm hand traveled up the back of your thigh, so you lifted your leg and wrapped it around his hip.

He grunted softly at the action and his free hand moved into your hair. He began peppering kisses down your jaw, leading to the hem of your top. He looked up at you through his lashes as he slowly pulled the straps down so your shirt fell and landed on your hips.

"Okay, you take yours off now. A top for a top," you breathless voiced. He was quick to comply, immediately reaching behind his back and pulling it over his head. You smiled cheekily.

It didn't take long before you were both completely naked, your bodies practically intertwined as you made out. You gently lead him over to the king sized bed, sitting him down on it as you remained standing above him.

Slowly you knelt in front of him, knees on the soft carpet. His mouth dropped open slightly. "Love, you don't have to-" "shhh..." you interrupted him, placing a finger over his soft lips. "I want to. Please?"

He breathed out a laugh as he leaned toward you. "How could I ever deny my girl?" You grinned happily before reaching out. "You like my nails baby?" You asked as your hand wrapped around the base of his hard cock.

"Hm?" He grunted in response. "I got a new set... just for you. Like em?" Your voice was teasing as he waited impatiently for you to move your hand. He finally looked down and he swore he almost came right then and there. You, like this, knelt in front of him with your perfect hand wrapped around him.

"I love them. Love you, I love you so much," he rushed out before letting out a breathy growl when you finally twisted your hand. You wrapped your mouth around his throbbing tip and swirled your tongue, then you took as much of him in as you could, using your hand for the rest.

"Fuck. Yes y/n... mmm... just like that love," he murmured, hand uncontrollably moving to the back of your head to assist your movements, being extremely gentle of course. You could feel him getting close but just before he could finish he pulled you off of his dick and lifted you onto the bed.

Within seconds you were laying on your back, the soft sheets underneath you. He looked at you for permission before quickly swiping his cock between your folds to soak up your juices and then immediately inserting himself into you.

"God- you're so wet for me sweetheart." He let out a loud grunt when he finally felt your walls squeezing him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the familiar feeling.

After a short moment he began pounding into you. His thumb circled your clit as your manicured nails scratched up his muscly back. "Haz- I'm gonna-" you let out a deep moan when your orgasm washed over you, Harry followed closely behind.

He practically fell onto you as you both caught your breaths. "If that's what I get when we lose I might do it more often," he whispered jokingly. "Just imagine what you'll get when you win, maybe next year." You smirked before pushing him off of you and walking towards the bathroom.

"Coming?" You asked. He shot up and stumbled off the bed as he rushed to follow you. You giggled before turning the shower on.

[lazarusrisingx]

we need more army fics about zayne. we got colonel caleb but we never talk abt the fact zayne was a war medic (from what i understand)

like im tryna see basic training zayne gritting his teeth during PT trying to keep his evol under control while he is pushed past his limit. like i hc he was always pretty scrawny and a fast runner bro def did track and field in highschool. just to see him come home after 2 years in the military and BOOM

hes gained 20 pounds of pure muscle, hes got an ass that wont quit, his hands are scarred and have callouses on the tips of his fingers and his palms, the uniform he thought would be to big for him is now the perfect size.

and when he leaves again and comes back, there is something different. hes no longer got a quiet shy aura, more like a silent guard, head on a swivel for the first few weeks back home. you find that hes become a bit of a domineering man, whip smart and quiet but when he speaks its no longer a shy voice, hes still quiet but theres a new bass behind it.

you know that hes been through something. his eyes hold more emotion than they did before. but when he looks at you, they fill with light. he sleeps better when your near, and the first few weeks of him being home, you find that he wont leave you alone. hes like a quiet shadow, following you around to the store, his face void of emotion and his hazel eyes harden when anyone approaches you

you find him taking your hand when a man approaches, or stepping out from behind you, his eyes flick up and down the stranger. hes silent, but his presence is suffocating for anyone besides you.

and sleep. you knew he had trouble sleeping before he ever left for the army. but now he is only able to sleep by your side or on the phone. he needs to know your safe before he can shut his eyes. and when you two are together you find that he has a bad habit of using you like a pillow or a stuffed animal, always laying his head on your leg for a quick nap, or when he cant sleep he holds you against his chest, watching videos on his phone.

and god forbid anyone bothers you when your out.

he doesnt drink, but you do, and he watches over you. you never knew zayne to be a fighter. and most of the time he simply has to step from behind you, eyes dangerously cold, and whatever POS is messing with you slinks away.

but if they dont? if they start pushing him, trying to grab you? zaynes control fades. he has a NASTY right hook, using his powers can cause him to lose control and he can do more harm than good, so he learned quickly how to fight.

you had never seen zayne so much as push someone, but here he was, fist full of the perverts shirt, leaning down and muttering something you cant understand. hes still so calm, the room seems to drop a few degrees and you can see frost transferring from his hand to the perverts shirt. this was a new man. a dangerous man. you think for a moment hes going to punch the man again. he had already knocked him on his ass, the perverts nose gushing blood that dripped onto zaynes hands and soiled both their shirts

he doesnt hit the man again. he doesnt need to. Zayne reaches for napkins, and ensures the mans nose isnt broken before shoving him back to the ground, blood still on his hand and knuckles blushing with bruises.

when you get home though, zayne is acting differently. hes quietly clingy, always slipping your hand into his, muttering softly to you as you two sit on the couch.

“im sorrh y/n.” he would say quietly. his voice felt like it was woven from silk. slipping into your ears as he leans towards you. his stare is so intense you have to look away. which only makes him tilt his head to the side to meet your eyes.

“why?” youd ask.

zayne would get quiet, lips pressing together as he reaches out with his bruised hand. his fingetips are so cold when they touch your cheek it makss you shiver and he pulls his hand back a centimeter. the tips of his ears are turning red.

“did i frighten you at all?” hed ask.

the last thing he wants to do is expose you to who he had to become. zayne carries such a weight in his chest over what he saw and what he did to survive. his greatest fear is you seeing him how he views himself.

“no, not at all.”

his fingers meet your cheek again, and he pulls your face to him. his heart beats so quickly. hes already lost control of himself once today, so whats the harm in indulging himself once more?

army medic zayne that kisses you until hes out of breath, all those days on deployment he had fantasized about this, about kissing you. and hes painfully gentle. he wanted to snatch you up in his arms, hold your face tightly and press his lips against yours in a savage kiss. his hands tremble slightly from having to hold himself back, he holds you like your procelain, and he is capable of breaking you from just a touch.

but he doesnt. hes slow and gentle, rubbing your tender skin and sighing into his gentle kiss. he holds himself back, controlling all his urges to undress you and make you cry from pleasure while he fucks you.

army medic zayne who loathes himself and the blood he has been forced to spill, feeling like a monster holding back. but you make him feel so pure when you smile at him. you still see him as the same man he was when he first left. and he does everything to keep it that way.

[lionb00bfan]

Shishigumi (w chief lion) x a short male brown/grizzly bear reader hcs? (Like 5’0- ish)

With a Short!Male!Grizzly!Reader 

Sorry for the wait! Also I wrote these assuming ya’ll work or joined the shishigumi.

Chief Lion

He’s very traditional and holds your hand like a gentleman. Opens doors, pulls out chairs, and corrects anyone who disrespects you, even if it’s just a joke. He expects others to treat you with the same respect they’d show him

Calls you “Cub” or “My Bear” constantly. He doesn’t care who hears, no one dares laugh when he says it, and he secretly likes how it softens his image around you

If you’re both attending formal meetings, he’ll insist you stand beside him like his second-in-command. You’re his trusted shadow, and he wants people to know you’re important

Ibuki

If you smoke, he shares his cigarettes with you during rooftop talks. One time he accidentally dropped ash on your pants and was mortified.

Often seeks you out when he’s mentally drained, he likes how thick your fur is, and lies on you (if you let him). You have a grounding presence, and he likes to sit next to you, even if nothing’s said.

He allows you to nap on him whenever you like. He’ll grunt about it at first, but he subtly shifts to support your weight better and strokes your back while gazing at you lovingly.

Free

Likes carrying you on his shoulders just because he can, flirts with you while you’re up there.

Constantly holds things just out of your reach, smug grin in place, until you jab him in the ribs or throw something at him. 

Loves your grizzly growls and mimics them in a terrible impression to make you laugh. 

Dolph

Secretly wants to call you his teddy bear, but can’t bring himself to say it aloud

Offers his coat without hesitation when you look even slightly cold. He’ll pretend it’s because you’re smaller and you could “get cold faster”, but he likes seeing you wrapped in something of his

You’re one of the few people he feels truly relaxed around. When you talk, he listens intently, head slightly tilted, occasionally reaching out to gently rub your hand. Is a fan of the long, grizzly nails.

Agata

Pulls you into big spinning hugs every time he sees you. You’ve stopped trying to resist it. He lifts you up and spins with a happy “Bear!!!”

Constantly flexes his muscles and challenges you to arm-wrestling matches. He’s obsessed with grizzly strength and gets way too excited when you actually beat him

Thinks of you as his “gym bro,” you, him, and Miguel hang out a lot neow. You eat lunch together, he makes you protein shakes, and he hypes you up at every opportunity.

Miguel

Absolutely tested your bear strength the second you joined. Probably sparred with you in a gym and walked away with newfound respect (and maybe a bruised rib)

Quietly proud of you but doesn’t say much, he shows it by patting your back with a heavy paw that nearly knocks you forward. That’s his affection when he knows you can handle it.

Always insists on walking next to you during patrols or missions. Given he’s the tank of the group and knows both of you are bound to take the most hits, he’d prefer taking the hit before you do at least. 

Sabu

Respects your raw power and your calm control of it. He watches you in combat with quiet approval, and if you look hard enough, you can see a small smile line when you surprise him.

Offers to train you in old-school techniques he knows. He treats it like passing down tradition, grizzlies are strong, use it wisely.

When you’re tending to your gear after an assignment, he’ll sit nearby and silently sharpen your spare blades for you. When he’s done, he places them beside you and resumes cleaning his own.

Jinma

He’s happy he’s no longer the only short-haired animal around. Makes a big deal out of your shared “low-maintenance charm.”

Always tries to get you in on Shishigumi schemes and bets, “I need someone who looks innocent to pull this off.” You always end up helping, and somehow, it works.

If you’re drawing, reading, or napping, he’s immediately glued to your side like it's your shared little bubble. He likes doing work and research next to you. 

Dope

Loves pulling you into his lap or sitting with you tucked against his side. You’re smaller, but that makes it easier for him to curl around you like a protective wall

He keeps one of your spare jackets or hoodies in his room. It’s folded neatly next to his own things, but sometimes you’ll find it draped over his shoulders when he thinks no one’s around.

I forget who exactly wrote it or if it was him, but I like the headcannon that he prefers a thicker/one who has junk in the trunk but just denies it. He’s definitely looking without realizing, I know those beastars bears are anything but curvalicious. 

Hino

Obsessed with your thick, soft fur. He takes naps on you the moment you give him permission and rumbles with contentment like a huge cat

He’ll casually lay his hand over yours during meetings or meals. It’s grounding, subtle, and it always makes you smile.

Buys you fancy grooming brushes, he really just wants an excuse to run them through your coat himself. He purrs while brushing and says it’s relaxing.

[midnight-mourning]

DCA Promptober Day 11: Naptime

Y'all had your fun, now it's back to business. This goes from 0 to 100 real fast so please pay attention to the content warning, also adding a read more just in case.

Word count: 956

Content warning: mentions of blood, injury, child death, reader descresion is advised

🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃

It's naptime, and you're not asleep.

Oh, how you would be if you could. How you so desperately wish that you could. You stand no chance at reaching the light switch. No chance at saving the day. The only thing you can do is sit crowded in a hidden corner of the play structure with the few kids you could grab. Like a coward. Arms tightly around them to try and shield them as best you can from the danger lurking outside. 

You think, hope, pray, that some of them are actually asleep out there. That they didn't get woken up by the screams of the children who happened to wake up. The others though, god the others, you can't, you won't-these kids need you. Need you to be brave, need you to protect them. You don't think you can.

One of them makes a small whimper, you near silently shush her, pulling her more into your chest so if she sobs, it'll be muffled. She clings to you tightly, and you suppress a wince. The wound across your chest thankfully isn't deep, but it hurt, and you had no way to stop the bleeding currently. 

You had felt your entire world shut down at that moment. Witness everything come plummeting down so suddenly. Instead of not being able to look away from a car crash, you were experiencing the crash. And it hurt.

You blame yourself, even if someone else would argue it's not your fault. You didn't know. Hell, you don't think even Sun knew. Is he even okay? Is he gone too? Not until it happened. Not until you turned off the lights. 

"Alright," You turn, watching as Moon appears, "Everybody's down for the count, they're pretty exhausted from freeze tag so we should have an easy go of it. In the meantime, I found my copy of The Princess Bride, I say we find a good vantage point and get a couple chapters in. What do you say to that?"

No response. He just stares at you. 

This has been happening sometimes lately, you think it may just be a delay in the switch. You know he's been self-conscious about it, so you try to make light of it. 

You make a radio noise with your mouth, "Cht. Earth to Moon-man. This is mission control, requesting cuddles and story-time while on the job. Do you copy?"

Something clicks. 

"Ye-yes, yes, let's... do that," He shakes his head, seeming, groggy. 

You giggle quietly, "Are you sure you don't need a nap, sleepy head?"

It takes another second, you swear you see his optics flash another color before he shakes his head again, chuckling. 

"Not at all," He offers his hand to you, "Shall we?"

You grin to yourself, doing your best to contain your excitement. You've been waiting for ages to get into this book with him. Not to mention spending unrestricted one-on-one time.

You take it, feeling a rush once the two of you start flying through the air. 

From there, things are good. Great even. You and Moon are able to get through the prologue and first chapter or so. The problem arises when suddenly, the power goes out to the rest of the Plex. 

You look up, instinctively putting a hand on the arm Moon has around you, "What's going on?"

"I'm, not sure."

The sudden lack of noise rouses one of the kids, he sits up, rubbing at his eyes with a yawn. 

"Ah, shoot, Morgan's up. Here, help me down and I'll-" You're suddenly cold as Moon abruptly stands up, jumping down from the play structure without a word.

Confused, you follow after him, taking a nearby slide.

You walk over to where he towers over the boy-not his usual routine for these things that should have been your first clue-and get there in time to overhear;

"It's past your bedtime."

That's, not his usual voice. Well, it is. But there's something off about it.

Morgan notices too, he looks a bit frightened by the gravely sound. 

Moon's faceplate tilts to the side, "Naughty children must be punished."

It's then that you think to look down to his hand where, when did he get claws. Why would Moon ever need claws, that kind of upgrade is only for Monty or Freddy-

He's raising his hand, Morgan is cowering. You need to move.

Without thinking, you dash in between the two, arms out wide to shield the child behind you. 

Moon hesitates, stuttering, glitching, but his hands slices across your chest all the same. 

Morgan screams, you hiss at the pain. Moon suddenly disappears into the dark above the Daycare. And kids start to wake up.

Everything from there is a blur. You remembering panicking, trying to calm down crying kids. your chest being on fire, and then everything suddenly getting ten times worse.

You still don't know what's going on out there. Out in the rest of the Plex. You don't know why no one has come to check on you all, come to save you, nobody's going to save you, just done something. But you have no way of reaching out. No way of getting out of here either. For now, you have to survive. You have to. You have to try.

You become aware of someone looking at you before you actually see the light crawl across the floor before landing on you and the backs of the kids.

Your grip becomes firmer, face more determined, as the sound of bells gets closer and closer. You take a deep breath, and steel your gaze to look at him. 

Red eyes face yours on the other side of the plastic cage.

It's naptime. And you're not asleep.

🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃

Wow man, I was uh, yeah I don't know where this came from. Oof. Angst AND horror. My b guys. ANYWHO Three promptobers in a day, my writing brain is BACK baby (it has been gone for several weeks bc of sinusitis, but I'll talk about that more in the CS ch. 35 update) The other promptobers I've done are here if you haven't seen them already. The previous ones haven’t been as intense horror-wise as this so if you're looking for something a little chiller I would suggest giving them a try. Thanks for reading!

[chiiyuuvv]

[DAY 10] masterlist ᡣ𐭩 !

— " being unable to keep his eyes off of you " ; library

♡list : @lecheugo , @imthisclosetokms , @rizzkisworld , @hyvelxve , @starryriize

As soon as the bell rings sungchan is out the door, waving his friends goodbye as he makes his way to the local library that was only a block away from his current location. There, he was going to return his book that he had borrowed from the kind librarian, before making his way to the rows and rows of long shelves, pondering to himself what he was going to read next.

If he was actually going to read it.

Sungchans been coming to the library for a week straight now, not to find nice literature that could wash away his boredom, no, it was to catch a glimpse at you. You were the pretty girl that came here everyday to study your past works and prepare for future tests. And to say the very least, sungchan was mesmerized.

He loved watching your eyes light up when you finally understood your topic, or when a pout formed onto your lips whenever you got a question wrong. You had him at a chokehold although you didnt know him, the boy willingly dropping his friends and sports just to be in the same room as you. He was more than mesmerized.

But he also was a little shy.

Okay, really shy.

The poor boy couldnt even admire you for long when you suddenly turn your head, his head moving in sync as it becomes a bright shade of red, finding a random book to distract him. Thats why hes been buying books everyday, so it didnt seem obvious he was staring at you.

But he couldnt help it. Not when you looked so, so pretty, blue light blockers sitting on the bridge of your nose perfectly as he mindlessly swoons more and more after every minute, every second. He hadn't told any of his friends what hes been up to, and he'd prefer to keep it that way, incase one of them decides to slip up infront of you.

Sometimes he loves them, other times he despises them.

Sungchan watches as you let out a long yawn, your head covering your open mouth before you take off your glasses and turn off your computer, resting your head on top of your arms which laid on the table. Were you tired? Usually, you keep a cup of coffee with you so you could power through the evening, but it seemed as if you've forgot it. Sungchan could of brought you a cup, and maybe then would he finally grow the balls to talk to you.

His steps are quiet, light as a feather as he inches toward your seemingly sleeping body, checking to see if you've really travel off to dream land. And it looks like.. you did. Sungchan quietly coos at your sleeping figure, swiftly removing his jacket to rest on your back for warmth. He was contemplating on staying with you, but in the end decides to leave since it would be weird to watch you sleep, plus hard to explain.

But although sungchan was feeling shy, he wanted to let you know that it was his jacket he had lended, and that he doesnt need it back. A smile forms onto his face as he starts to imagine how tiny you'd look in his clothes, how cute you'd look. He opts to leave you a little sticky note that was placed right beside your head, before swinging his bag on his shoulder and leaving for the day.

Hey.. i know you dont know me and i know this is kinda weird.. but i like you a lot. I think you're really pretty when you're focused on your work or when you're reading.. but im too shy to say it in front of you T_T

I'm sungchan, by the way, and you can keep the jacket, by the way. Wait, did i already say that? Anyways um i think you're really pretty and i like you a lot and i hope you've had a good nap. Whatever you're studying, you will achieve it in the future so dont give up. Bye :)

[thesirencult]

YOUR DREAM FEMININE//PAC READING

This PAC reading can also apply to how you are as a feminine ❤️

Pile 1

Your dream feminine is sugar and spice and everything NAUGHTY.

They are definitely on Santa's naughty list and quite proud about it. I get that when you first meet them you will see them as a temptation.

You might think they are just one of your choices but it's going to be clear from the start that they don't do comparisons. It reminds me of that picture where the dogs run while the leopard sits back and doesn't compete!

Oh! They will play hard to get at first. No, scratch that, they ARE hard to get.

This feminine keeps their cards close to their chest. You will quickly realise YOU ARE one of their options.

Feelings of possessiveness might arise as this feminine will play mind games and drive you crazy. They are always in control.

This is a femme fatale. She will drag you along to her lair like a siren and you won't even realise you are under her spell, until you are drowning and even then, you won't care.

Pile 2

This feminine will be healing when you two meet. They are in need for someone that will hold space for them and you will be there to do that.

Touching will be healing and you both will love cuddling together and taking naps.

While your relationship will be progressing from close to ... closer, you will see them flourishing. They will start aligning with their purpose and their charismatic and energetic nature will shine.

Your feminine will go through a deep transformation right before your very own eyes. They will be your butterfly, also, they might get or want to get a butterfly tattoo at some point before you become exclusive.

Maybe you already know this person and they are your friend.

Pile 3

You will meet this person after a bad breakup that it's going to leave you shuttered and full of commitment issues.

Your feminine could have commitment issues too, but for other reasons. They might have been raised in a very toxic environment and are "quiet quitting" relationships.

They are intuitive, wise and kind with other people. They are also very generous.

At first you won't be sure if it is the right thing to approach them. They look too good to be true and you don't want to risk it. At some point though you will realize they are your wish come true and I hope it is not too late, because I see this person progressively fading in the background and feeling unimportant if others do not try to communicate with them or show their interest.

Pile 4

Your first meeting with your feminine will feel like a shift in the matrix. You will feel like your whole life a glass structure was surrounding you and now, you begin to see the cracks. If you felt called to pile number 3 feel free to read that too, as I get many similarities.

You might also be someone who has just gotten out of a relationship or you will break up before meeting this feminine.

This person will bring lots of changes into your life. They are very solid and hardworking. I'm seeing the "Beauty and the Beast" archetype.

You will jump into commitment with them as soon as you realise how powerful and transformative their energy is. They are quietly powerful.

[pandasleepy07]

Fishing with Ghouls

It's been a long tour and everyone's back at the Abbey, most with Cabin Fever. Mountain decides to go out fishing and drags Swiss and Dewdrop with him. Rain comes willingly while the ghoulettes decide not to, choosing to enjoy the peace that comes with the chaotic ghouls gone. Phantom hesitates, wanting to spend time with the guys and bond further but ultimately decides to stay at the Abbey for a much-needed recharge.

The four ghouls head down to the lake and Mountain sits on the top of a rock casting a line as Dewdrop jumps straight into the lake with a fishing net splashing around as he tries to catch fish with swooping strokes of the net.

Swiss laughs and flicks his wrist up calling on his water powers to splash Dew. "You're not gonna catch anything like that Dew!"

"Well, I don't see you catching anything like that!" Dew shot back grinning wildly.

Swiss rolled his eyes and drew up a bubble of water, bringing it to himself, before letting it drop into a bucket next to him. He reached into the bucket and pulled out a fish with a proud smirk.

Mountain huffs out a breath and shakes his head at the two of them and their antics. While Rain just sits alone, his feet dipping into the lake as he lets himself relax, tuning out the two chaos masters and letting his element wave over him.

They spend hours outside, Swiss and Rain messing with each other and trying to prank Mountain. Mountain ignores them but firmly shuts down their attempts to prank Rain. Mountain fishes peacefully, collecting his fish in a bucket to bring back to the Abbey for dinner. Rain manages to fall asleep, his tail dipping into the water as he naps next to the lake.

Back at the Abbey, Phantom has taken to helping Cirrus make a pile of sandwiches for lunch while Aurora reads quietly in the foyer on one of the couches by the windows. Cumulus moves around the kitchen keeping out of the way but making a dough so that they might have bread later.

Aurora sees the guys coming back first and Phantom, Cirrus, and Cumulus hear them a moment later when the door swings open and Swiss's voice can be heard. "I caught more."

"You cheated!" Dewdrop cries, throwing his arms up.

"Actually, I caught more," Mountain mutters gruffly but his words fly over the heads of the other two ghouls bickering in front of him. Rain sighs and shakes his head as he closes the door behind them all.

Aurora spoke up with a disappointed sigh from the couch, "What happened to wasting their energy Mounty?"

Mountain shrugs tiredly, "You try and run them ragged."

"Aurora tried and succeeded with me," Swiss winks.

"Why doesn't she try and tire me out?" Dew grins.

That starts another round of bickering as Mountain sighs and carries the fish into the kitchen. "Cirrus, think you can cook this up for dinner?"

She gives him a smile, "Course, Mounty."

Mountain nods, placing the bucket on the counter, and grabs a few sandwiches to eat. Rain follows Mountain into the kitchen and gives Phantom and the two ghoulettes a smile.

"You're looking better," Cumulus mentions with a happy grin.

So is Phantom, Rain signs.

"The quiet helped," Phantom said softly.

"Why don't you two go and bring the sandwiches out? It'll shut Swiss and Dew up for a bit," Cirrus suggests, motioning towards the large platter of sandwiches.

Rain and Phantom nod, and bring the sandwiches out into the foyer. They place it on a coffee table before grabbing a few for themselves and settling on the couch. Aurora makes room for Phantom to curl up on the other end of her couch, as he settles in, wrapping a blanket around himself. Rain takes a seat on a chaise and nibbles on a sandwich as Swiss and Dewdrop shut up and ponce on the sandwiches. Swiss grabs a few that he knows Aurora likes and hands them to her before Dew grabs them. Silence settles over the foyer as they eat.

In the kitchen, Cirrus starts to skin the scales off of the fish. Mountain finishes quickly and takes a spot silently next to her, taking the freshly de-scaled fish, and begins to debone them. Cumulus disappears for a moment before reappearing with potatoes. She takes a seat at the kitchen table and begins to peel potatoes, humming softly.

A calm, almost unsettling peace falls across the Abbey. The only noise was the soft sound of the knives working in the kitchen.

Dew eats too many sandwiches and ends up taking a nap on the carpet in the foyer, mumbling something about a food coma as he drifts off. Swiss takes a seat next to Aurora, and gently pulls her closer as Phantom and Rain just enjoy the silence.

[ghoul-bonez]

~You Always Find Your Way, Especially Back Home~

(Neteyam x Fem! Na’vi! Reader)

Summary: When you wake up the day after your first meeting with Neteyam the last thing you want to do is see him again, and when you bump into him while hunting you’re not sure how you ended up back where you had met before, but you decided to let him stick around.

Word Count: 2.9k

Author’s Note: This isn’t Official chapter 2 but it’s a little bonus chapter, so hopefully it’ll do for now until I can get chapter 2 finished! (I’ll be doing a bonus chapter for every meeting I mentioned in the first part :D)

~Last - Next~

~Series Masterlist~

~Main Masterlist-

You Always Find Your Way, Especially Back Home

You had never intended to meet another Na’vi, had decided you were happy enough with your forest animal family to not need outside companionship. You were content with just them, the love of your mother palulukan, and the serenity of the forest. You didn’t need anything else.

Then there was Neteyam.

Meeting him had changed everything. It wasn’t necessarily because it was him, but more so meeting one of your own kind, someone so like you, yet so different. It really shook you, leaving you confused and emotional, and you weren’t sure how to process it.

Your brain wasn’t sure how to cope with your world being flipped upside down, so you cried, and cried, and cried. You sobbed louder than ever before, and as you did your mother palulukan embraced you, gently licking your face clean of the tears.

She was confused, unsure of why you were so upset, but when she caught a whiff of Na’vi smell on you she understood. She did her best to calm you, and when you fell asleep she stayed by your side, figuring you must be hungry, but she could get you food in the morning, not wanting to wake you from your peaceful state.

When you woke up the next morning you decided you never wanted to see Neteyam ever again. You did not need that stress, you did not need to know more about your kind, and you were perfectly happy with your family of palulukan.

You wanted to stay as far away from that clearing as possible, afraid that if you returned he may be waiting for you. You didn’t quite know why you were so scared of seeing him again, and you didn’t want to think about it, but you did. Possibly it was because he had the power to flip your world upside down. Possibly it was the fact that he was new, something that you were unsure of and could be dangerous.

So when you went off on your hunt for the day you stalked the opposite way. You walked, and walked, and walked, but didn’t pick up any hints of prey animals, or any animals. It was like your nose wasn’t working, or maybe something had scared them away.

You were growing frustrated, you needed to find a meal today. You hadn’t eaten yesterday and you were feeling hungry, and on top of that your family hadn’t eaten and you knew they were confused by your failed hunt. You had to show them that you were okay, nothing was wrong just because you didn’t have a successful hunt yesterday. However they knew something was wrong because of your tears last night.

You stood up to your full height, no longer hidden in the shadows, and stretched, letting out a groan as your back cracked. You were tired, and decided to take a little break, looking for somewhere to sit, maybe even lay down and take a nap.

You circled around a tree, looking at your surroundings and sighing. You felt frustration well up inside you, somehow you had ended up at the clearing. What was worse than ending up at the clearing was who was sitting there.

Neteyam.

He was sitting there carving a piece of wood, a small smile on his face, and you wanted to smack it off his stupid face more than anything. You growled quietly, ears pressed to your head, and his ears flitted in your direction before he turned to you.

“Hello.” He greeted you, smiling more.

You didn’t understand what he had said, squinting and hissing quietly, but it was less harsh than any before, and he laughed at that, covering his mouth with his hand to hide it some. You frowned at him, looking away quickly before your eyes met him again. You were afraid that if you took your eyes off of him for too long that he would attack.

As you inspected him you realized it would be hard for him to attack you, as he had nothing to attack you with. You stepped closer, circling him and inspecting him, no weapons were found on him, no bow, no knife, nothing that could harm you.

You weren’t convinced though, he had to have something hidden somewhere, but where you weren’t sure. Maybe you were just being paranoid, but you would rather be paranoid than dead or severely injured.

He didn’t seem to mind your prying eyes as you surveyed him at every angle, eventually approaching him closer than ever. He stilled, holding his breath and sitting as stiff as a stick while you crouched down in front of him.

He sat with wide eyes as you reached out and poked his corset that was wrapped around his waist, signaling him to take it off. It was the only place you concluded could be hiding a weapon, and once you poked it you scattered away.

He sat there with confusion on his face, and it only grew as you spoke, “Neteyam.” You pointed to your waist, but he didn’t understand what you wanted.

His brows furrowed as he looked from you to the corset you had poked, “(Y/n), hm?”

You just snarled in frustration, “Neteyam!” You shouted at him, pointing towards him, then towards your waist again.

Then it hit him, you wanted it off, “Off?” He asked, pointing towards the corset, as if you would understand.

You scowled at him, not understanding his words, but he did it anyway. He slowly took it off, afraid if he moved too fast it would spook you and you would run off.

You seemed happy when it was off and he dropped it on the ground, circling him again, examining him, and when you found nothing you seemed more calm than before. Your shoulders slumped and a wave of content fell over you.

Even without weapons he put you on edge. He was unfamiliar and you weren’t sure how to feel about him yet, but what you didn’t know was how he was feeling.

He wanted to get to know you, to see you. You were so different, an anomaly, and he wanted to know everything about you. He wanted to figure out who you were, to know where you came from, because as far as he knew you had emerged from the forest and changed his views on life.

He wasn’t sure how you had done that. He wasn’t sure why he felt so different about you, but he wanted to figure out why. He needed to figure out why. The only way he thought to do that was to sit you down and teach you his language as you seemed to not have one of your own, so he patted the ground just like he had yesterday, but today you hesitated less, sitting quicker and a couple feet closer.

There was a silence that many people would think is awkward, but you, who was not used to talking, were content with it. You were more than content with it, preferring this rather than Neteyam’s babbling which you could not understand.

The silence was painful to Neteyam though, him shifting awkwardly in his spot. He was used to the constant sound of talking, a buzz of voices as background noise in his clan. He was used to being in that conversation whether that be discussing his future duties with his father or bickering with Lo’ak over stupid things.

He wanted to talk to you, but you didn’t seem to be that chatty, and as he watched your face calm he figured he should fight his urge to talk on, and on, with words you would not understand. He didn’t want to bother you, didn’t want you to leave. He didn’t know why, but he felt drawn to you. He always wanted to be in your presence.

Once Neteyam thought he was finally settling into the silence you rose from your spot. He frowned, figuring the moment was over and you had thought it was time to part ways. He hoped it wouldn’t be forever, that you would see each other again, but he couldn’t promise himself anything.

You however had different ideas. You needed to hunt, needed to bring something to eat home tonight, and you figured Neteyam would not be leaving you alone, so you thought you would bring him with you. Maybe he was a good hunter too, maybe he would be helpful considering you had been failing miserably earlier.

When you stood up and started walking away you didn’t hear Neteyam shift behind you, silence still coming from him. You were confused, he was acting so different from yesterday, and now that you wanted him to follow you he wouldn’t.

He wouldn’t because he promised himself he wouldn’t push you away. He thought you wanted space, lots of space, and so he told himself he would give you that. He wouldn’t push you too hard, wouldn’t talk too much, wouldn’t get too close. He would follow your lead.

He was confused now though, he would give you space, but when he didn’t follow you, you looked down on him confused, he assumed it was because you expected him to push your boundaries. He didn’t want you to feel that way about him, he wanted you to see him in a positive light.

In reality you didn’t think he was going to disrespect your boundaries, but you were just confused on how he had changed so much in a day. You didn’t think down on him because of it, instead you wanted his help, and you tried to tell him what you wanted without words.

You pointed to him, “Neteyam.” You tried to communicate with the few words you know, and motions you hoped he would understand, pointing towards the forest, and turning to walk into it.

He didn’t understand what you wanted though, confusion on his face as he asked, “(Y/n), hm?”

You just sighed, walking over to him and pulling him up by the arm. When your fingers met his skin it was like a lightning bolt had run up your arm, a burning feeling overtaking it. Your hand felt like the top layer of a tree that had caught on fire from lightning during a storm, burning bright and not being put out by the rain. When you realized you had been touching him a little too long by his cheeky smile you quickly dropped his arm, walking off with a huff.

You were walking quickly, probably faster than necessary, but Neteyam kept off. In some ways you wanted to walk fast enough to shake him off your trail, but you also curiously wanted him around, you wanted to see how he works, how he hunts.

“So, (Y/n)-” He began talking, but you cut him off with a hiss, and a hand over your mouth, instructing him to be quiet. “Sorry.” He whispered, apologizing carefully, and thankfully you understood his tone of voice, so it didn’t matter that you didn’t understand his words.

When you were happy with how far you had walked, catching the scent of a yerik, you crouched down, getting closer to the ground to be able to track its prints. When Neteyam didn’t follow you grabbed his arm again, dragging him down.

The first time you had touched him it felt like lightning and fire, burning you away, but now it felt more normal. Now as you held him down in a crouching position you really felt him. It was odd, touching him. His skin was softer than yours, but still felt the same, warm and smooth. It was raised in a few spots, like yours, scarred from years of wear and tear in the forest, but his were old and healed, and yours were still new and fresh.

“What are you doing?” Neteyam asked, confusion on his face as well as a light blush.

“Shh.” You hissed, feeling more confident with touching him now you moved to place your hand over his mouth.

You pointed to your nose, then waved your hands around, trying to hint Neteyam to smell, to look for a trail, and he seemed to follow you as he took a deep breath in. He seemed to be focused on something. Realizing what you were doing he zoned in, finally getting into hunting mode.

Instead of letting Neteyam take the lead of the hunt you moved. You walked slowly, carefully, making sure you didn't step on any fallen branches that could snap. You carefully watched the ground for prints, and when you found them you signaled to Neteyam, pointing towards them to show him.

He would have missed them, completely walked right over them, overwhelmed by your smell, your presence, your attention, even though it was only half on him. That stupid smile stretched across his face again as he admired you.

You seemed so in touch with everything around you. You were so aware of your senses, everything going on around you. You really knew what you were doing out here, leading him and showing him the way.

You would make a fantastic leader. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about what it would be like to have you as his Tsahík. He quickly cut himself off, you wanted nothing to do with him, there was no way that would happen. He held hope in his heart though, you allowing him to join you today had to mean something.

As he was daydreaming, lost deep in thought, he was broken from it by you standing up slowly, bow that he hadn’t even noticed you had held carefully in your hands, string pulled back taught, ready to let the arrow fly.

Your stance was odd, not how he would do it, not how he was taught. He watched intently, curious about how you had learned this, if your arrow would hit, if you would get the kill. His doubts that had started forming in his mind were quickly squashed as you let go of the arrow.

It flew through the air, hitting its target spot on.

You quickly scrambled to the animal that was down on the ground now, silently finishing it off. It was different from how he would do it, thanking it for giving its life for him to live, but he paid it no mind, watching you haul the animal up over your shoulder and begin to drag it away.

He went to follow you once again, in a daze from watching you, admiring you. You were very good at what you do, and he assumed you were self taught which was very impressive. He didn’t know why, but he thought your skill was very attractive, something he would look for in a mate.

This time as he tried to follow you, you turned on your heel to face him, hissing harshly,trying to express your feelings, trying to tell him you were done, and to leave you alone. You wanted to go home, you needed to take your kill to your palulukan mother so she could eat since you both didn’t last night.

He took the hint, backing up but still facing you, “Bye, (Y/n). I hope to see you again.” He smiled at you, saying his wishes, hoping that if he said them aloud they were more likely to happen.

You growled quietly, not threatening, but instead as a way to communicate that you were done and leaving, You went quiet for a second, thinking, before quietly saying, “Bye, Neteyam.” Copying him was easy, and you hoped you were using the word right.

He smiled, waving as you backed off, keeping your eyes on him until you deemed him far enough away to turn your back to him.

When you were out of sight Neteyam began his walk home, mirroring you but in the opposite direction. When he got home he was so smiley, in a better mood than usual, even though he had more chores to do tonight that he hadn’t done this morning. His family noticed his change of mood compared to usual, all knowing something was going on, but not completely sure what.

When you got back to your den your palulukan mother was waiting for you. She growled you a welcome, and you smiled widely at her, presenting the yerik to her. She was happy you seemed to be in a better mood than yesterday, but she was confused as the smell of the other Na’vi was fresh and lingered on your skin.

She licked your face, expressing her gratitude to you, and you giggled. Today had been a good day, and now that you were back home you could relax, eat then take a nap.

You were supposed to relax, but you couldn’t, thoughts of Neteyam dancing through your head. He was something so weird, so special. He was similar you, yet so different, and that baffled you. You supposed you were supposed to be more alike to him than you were, but you found yourself loving your differences.

You were still baffled at how you had made your way back to the clearing without realizing where you were going. It was odd that you were lost, well almost lost. Not quite lost because you knew where you were, but lost in the sense that you didn’t know why.

You may have ended up back at the clearing, but in the end it didn’t matter because you could always run back to the safety of home, and when push comes to shove, when it really matters, you always find your way, especially back home.

Word Bank:

Palulukan (Thanator)

Yerik (Hexaped)

@xstarsmvxz @netedoongie @c-h-i-l

[winterserra]

29 and Wintersberg? idk, Ethan saying that to Karl seems fucking funny to me lmao

Alright, I don't normally write these two together, but I couldn't decide which version of this prompt I liked better, so you get a two for one! Hope you like it 😁

“Son of a fucking bitch!” 

Ethan hears Karl scream from the garage. He chuckles, shaking his head as he rocks Rose in his arms. She hasn't been able to sleep very well for her naps, so Ethan has taken to walking around the house with her in his arms as he cleans up throughout the day. He tosses Karl's dirty clothes, stained with oil and smelling of the garage, into the laundry basket. 

“Fuck this piece of shit!” A tool clanging against the garage floor followed by more cussing and louder crashes radiates through the house. 

Ethan sets Rose in her crib, her eyes finally closing as he turns on the mobile and kisses her forehead. “I don't think you're the only one who needs a nap,” he says softly before turning on the baby monitor. 

He hums his way through the house, picking up odd and end things, putting them away before stops in the kitchen for a glass of wine. He pours himself a glass, sipping it and smiling, leaning back against the counter careful not to let the earthy red liquid stain his lips.

If someone had told him that after everything that happened in that village that he would be dating, or even living with, Karl Heisenberg, he would have called them a liar. Yet here they are, living happily under the same roof, enjoying each other's company.

He sets his glass of wine down on the counter as he hears more racket from the garage. He opens the door to the garage from the kitchen to find Karl slumped over the engine of Ethan's car, his tools spread wantonly throughout the garage as he uses his powers to pull whichever one he needs next.

Ethan ducks as a wrench flies by his head and into the hand of his resident mechanic. He approaches Karl quietly, wrapping his arms around his waist. 

“Come on, Karl. Take a break. You've been screaming at the car for an hour now,” Ethan whispers into his ear as Karl rights himself.

He groans in response, “The car isn't going to fix its fucking self, Ethan.” He turns around in Ethans arms, grease streaks across his face and his eyes bloodshot with sleep deprivation.

“You don't know the wonders a 30 minute power nap could do you right now,” he smiles with concern. He kisses Karl softly, the bitter taste of his sweat tickling his tongue as he pulls away. “Come back in the house; the car will still be there later.”

Karl smiles, a twisted smile, “You're tempting me.” He chuckles as Ethan removes his hat from his head, petting him. Karl relaxes into the touch. “Okay, just for a little bit.”

Ethan leads him inside, sitting down on the couch and turning on the TV with Karl's head in his lap. He pets his hair as he feels his breathing start to slow. Ethan glances down after a while to see Karl's sleeping form, resting after the long day of trying to fix the car that Ethan had driven over a curb the day before. 

He smiles down at Karl, brushing his hair out of his face before watching the TV again. Everything is as it should be. Rose is safe and will stay that way. Karl is free from Miranda and Ethan's heart is full of love for the two most important people in his life. He relaxes into the couch, drifting off to sleep with Karl. 

Yeah, everything is how it should be.

-----------------------------------------------------------------

Ethan takes a deep breath, the winter air cutting through his chest like knives as the mold walls fall around him. He shakes, the realization that it is over setting in. He can’t believe they did it. Miranda, lying dead on the ground, her body nothing but solidified ash in front of him. Using Rose as a weapon against her worked just as Heisenberg had said it would. 

Karl was also right about the immense power Rose is holding in her tiny body. Ethan picks her up, cradling her in his arms. He smiles down at her, his heart swelling with warmth as he realizes she's okay. 

“We did it, Rose. You’re finally safe,” he coos at her as Heisenberg’s hand clasps his shoulder. Rose smiles and giggles in response as Ethan turns back towards the village square, intent on getting them out of the former battlefield.

Heisenberg puts a hand out to stop him, his face painted with concern. He conjures up a metal wagon using his ferrokinesis, its rusty springs creaking as the wheels settle on the ground in front of Ethan. 

“You don't know the wonders a 30 minute power nap could do you right now. Get in,” his tone indicating refusal is not an option. 

Ethan huffs, climbing into the wagon. 

“Relax, I'll get you out of here, papa.” Heisenberg chuckles, walking towards the factory. He uses his powers to drag the wagon behind him, his hands in his pockets.

In the cool light of the morning, Ethan swears that Heisenberg almost looks younger. The stress of Miranda finally off of his shoulders; Rose isn't the only one free at last. His grey hair bouncing as he walks, the flit of happiness as he turns back to check on Ethan when he thinks he isn't looking. 

Maybe Ethan could let his guard down with him; maybe he actually could rest. He is tired… He clutches Rose to his chest, relaxing more into the wagon, the crunch of the snow and rocking of the wagon lulling him into the first sleep he's had in the past two days.

[kotls-unveiled]

CHAPTER THREE: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.

Soooo, where do we go from here? I wondered to myself as my feet walked on the cobblestone path. I had somehow wandered into a street. A very plain and quiet street. The sidewalk was lined with two-story, white houses with fences. They were… small and boring. Compared to the houses in the Lost cities, of course. But that was an unfair comparison. Elves were way too advanced and fancy for houses like this. Even our shed were more fancy than this.

Suddenly, my train of thought was disrupted by a tap on my shoulder. Looking behind me, I saw two other kids, both grinning widely. One girl, one boy. One had dark, unruly brown hair tied into two messy braids and dark blue eyes, while the other had blond hair and bright green eyes.

”Hi!” The blonde boy waved at me, his grin wide “I'm Aaron, wanna play with us?” Aaron asked with big, bright eyes.

“Aaron!” The girl protested with a pout. “It's supposed to be OUR playtime! You shouldn't invite strangers! “

“Strangers are just friends you haven't met!” Aaron insisted before grabbing my hand and running the opposite way I was walking. The girl groaned loudly, but ran after Aaron anyway. He led us into a house, maybe his own, and bursts through the door in excitement. He led me through a corridor, then through a kitchen, then to the backyard where a black haired boy was sitting down, crouched, poking the dirt with a stick.

He looked up at me and Aaron with his dove grey eyes, suspicion and cautious excitement in them. His face was dirty and had a bandage on it and when he stood up and walked to me and Aaron, he wobbled a little. And it was kinda obvious why. His right leg was smaller than the other and it was kinda red. I wonder what happened to him…

“Who is this guy, Aaron?” the little boy asked, tilting his head curiously. “This is— Uhhh.. “ He hesitated, his mouth still smiling but slightly agape as he realized that he hadn't even asked my name before dragging me to his backyard.

“Fitz.” I finished for him. What a weird kid. Not asking who someone is before dragging them into his house. But he seemed nice. The girl with the braids came into the yard with a pout still visible on her face. I tilted my head to the side, examining her closely. I do wonder…

“What’s your name?” I asked politely, because being polite usually works with people. The black haired boy stared at me for a long moment before answering.

“Callum, but most people call me Call,” he said. I wasn’t sure if was a part of ‘most people’ but nodded anyway.

“And this is Tamara,” Aaron said, waving at the braided brunette girl who was narrowing her eyes at me.

Surely…it was her, right? How could it not be? She was about the right age and seemed pretty smart. And even though her eyes were more green than blue, she’s probably the elf girl.

“What should we play?” Callum asked, noticeably only glancing over at Aaron and Tamara.

Aaron hummed in thought. “Oh! I know, let’s play hide and seek!”

Callum offered a sideways grin, as if he knew something they didn’t. “My favourite.” He turned to me for a second before turning to Aaron. “Aaron, you can count first,”

“What? No fair!” Aaron rolled his eyes but pressed his face against a wall with his eyes closed, and began counting out loud.

Callum and Tamara sprinted away from the kitchen, so I followed them into the upstairs of the house, which was neat and tidy, except for one room with comics all over the floor. Callum split into the bathroom, and Tamara ran into the messy room. I followed her and we both wriggled under the bed.

“Why are you hiding here? I’m already here,” Tamara hissed. I couldn’t think of a proper excuse, so I dodged the question.

“We can both hide here,” I said, and she decided that was a good enough answer. It fell silent between us, so I spoke quietly to her.

“You ever wonder if you’re special?” I asked her, trying to sneak the question in, very subtly. Tamara looked at me weirdly.

“I already know I am,” she said. That didn’t seem to work. I glanced at all the comics on her floor. Maybe those could come in handy to me. I thought for a moment before an idea clicked in my mind.

“I meant,” I tried. “Extra special. Like…super powers?”

Tamara scoffed. “I have super powers. I’m really smart and good at fixing things.”

My heartbeat sped up. A technopath in disguise? It would make perfect sense. Technopathy was one of the hardest abilities to detect when you manifest. Even though she was just my age… she could still be the elf girl, right?

“Tamara,” I whispered. “Do you think you’re different? From your friends?”

“Well, yeah, we’re all different,” she rolled her eyes. “And could you be quiet? I’m trying to win the game.”

“Sorry,” I said even softer. I stayed silent for about a minute before speaking again. “What if I told you that you’re completely different from your friends? Like…you weren’t human?”

“That’s not true, I’m a human,” she said, irritation creeping into her voice. “Now, shh!”

I couldn’t help but continue. “Tamara, I think you might be an-”

“ENOUGH!” she said, loudly enough for the whole house to hear. “I don’t want to answer these questions.”

I nodded quietly, biting my lip. Of course I had gone too far, and now Tamara hated me. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I sighed, laying my head down against the floor under the bed. I felt my eyes drooping as I did so. After all this energy spent in the Forbidden Cities looking for an elf…I hadn’t realised how tired I was. Just five minutes, I thought to myself. Dad wouldn’t mind if I took a little nap, right? It’s exhausting, doing all this work. With these thoughts ringing in my head, I found myself in a deep sleep.

[enjoyjellime]

Choco Fin | Chapter 8

Chapters: {1} {2} {3} {4} {5} {6} {7} {8} {8-2} {9}

Here's a bit of a longer chapter for y'all :)

CW: Body Horror

📔•₊✧👻⋆⭒˚☕️｡⋆📔•₊✧👻⋆⭒˚☕️｡⋆📔•₊✧👻⋆⭒

Mashita hated how defenseless the dark made him feel, especially at a time like this. As he was waiting semi-patiently for Yashiki to wake up from his possession power nap, the aggressive crashing sound had returned with a vengeance, putting him on edge with his inability to see where or what it could possibly be. All he could really do in that moment was pull himself and Yashiki's passed out body up against the wall more, propped up on the side of the angel tank that was away from the entrance, hoping on nothing but sheer luck that the tactic of “if I can't see it, it can't see me.” would be beneficial in this scenario.

Whatever was making the sound had to be extremely big, if it came into the room they were camping out in, he didn't think he'd be able to protect the both of them, and running to the exit together was out of the equation. He doesn't even want to think about lugging Yashiki's unconscious body up a flight of stairs. Yashiki was a lot heavier than he looked, and he's had just about enough exercise for one day. Has it been a day? How long have they been here? An hour? Three hours? ….A month? Mashita shakes his head to refresh his thoughts. (“We need to get out of here, or I'm gonna end up stir-crazy. Please wake up Yashiki.”)

Another crash sounds from one of the corners of the aquarium's layout causing Mashita to flinch, much to his extremely restless annoyance. Spending time alone with nothing but his thoughts had him focusing on the crashing, trying to piece together its pattern. The way it sounded seemed to indicate it was on a clockwise crash course around the aquarium, and counting in his head after each impact had resulted in a time of exactly ten seconds per crash. He was losing his fucking mind.

Just as he was about to contemplate banging his head against the side of the tanks display stand, a grumbled moan sounds from under him, making him whip his head down to the spectacled man laying on his lap whose eyes were finally starting to creak open. Excited relief overrides everything as he puts an arm under his head to help him sit up against the wall, tenderly brushing some strands away from his face.

“Wh-where…. Mashita?”

“Yeah it's me, I'm here. We're in the Deep Sea room.”

“Deep sea? I don't re-”

“It's a long story.”

Yashiki nods weakly, still fighting off the last bit of sleep still clinging to his bones. He goes to yawn, only for another crash echoing down the hall from them to go off, startling him like a deer in headlights. Well, that's one way to wake him up fully.

“Oh yeah, it's back again.”

“I can hear tha-.........Oh I have legs again.”

Mashita blinks a few times in confused concern as Yashiki flexes his hands open and closed, staring intensely at them. “.......I'm not even going to ask.”

Before they can say anything else, the moment is cut short when the loud crashing from before suddenly explodes to life just outside the entrance before fading again, going towards the main area. Once the coast is clear, Mashita shoots up, pushing up off the wall and turning back to evaluate Yashiki's condition.

“If I timed this correctly, we wait for it to pass us so it's on the path to hit the farthest corner just before the Moon Tunnel, that should give us enough time to run to the exit. Do you think you can manage?”

Mashita reaches down to lock hands with the taller man, pulling him up with some effort. He holds him in place so he has a moment to get his bearings, wobbly at first like a baby deer, but it doesn't take too long before he's able to stand on his own.

“Yeah, I think I can do it.”

“Good, follow me.”

They leave their hiding spot to sneak as quietly as they can over to the wall next to the entrance, sidled up against it to wait for their que.

They hear the obnoxious sound just down the hallway from them, just a little bit longer….

10 seconds. Get ready….

The crashing impacts just outside of where they're standing once more, now so much louder with the proximity, the pair covering their ears at the initial bang before it races its way down the hallway again.

“NOW!”

They swerve out from behind the wall and like pulling a trigger they're off to the races. Together they keep pace, every thought melting away leaving behind only the determination to make it to the end. Everything blurs passed them except each other, their hearts pound heavily within their chests, the only sound being their laboured breaths and the bang from in front of them.

“We’ll be able….to make it!”

“We just might….keep going!”

They push through the pain as they make it to the archway connecting to the main room in record time, blowing past it as they make a break for their next checkpoint. They keep going, unable to see much ahead of them but retaining the memory from when they first arrived to know the hall's general location. Rushing by the viewing benches, their destination becomes ever closer, the duo feeling positive about their progress.

Finally close enough for the hallway to come into view, they gasp in surprise as their reflexes shift gears, making them immediately skid to a stop. To their horror, the way into the hall was completely walled off, as if it was never there in the first place. “No, no, no!”

They immediately backpedal, running towards the metal doors to the lobby, only for it to also not be there anymore. “Shit, now what?”

Pivoting to see where they had just come from, their shoulders drop at the sight of even the archway mysteriously gone, completely boxing them in. Panting heavily, they make their way over to the aquarium wall to at least not have their backs facing the shadows, clueless as to what they should do next.

They barely have time for gulps of air before a woman's garbled laughter rings through the space directly in front of them, two tiny pinpricks of light staring back, camouflaged in the dark. Yashiki frantically shoves a hand into his bag to retrieve his flashlight, aiming it at the intruder like a whip, flicking it on only for it to remain completely lifeless. He tries a few more times before defeatedly dropping it back into the well-worn bag.

Mashita grits his teeth in frustration, eyes shifting around as a shiver of shark-shaped shadows start to surround them, their fins recognizable as they circle menacingly on the floor where the light touches. They back up more, pressed shoulder to shoulder, their backs against the cold touch of glass that sends chills racing up their spines. The air around them turns colder, their stressed breathing more noticeable as it fogs up in front of them. Yashiki lowers his glasses slightly in vexation, losing his ability to see clearly by the second.

“Sameru….”

The spirit's laughter becomes more raucous at their plight, seemingly entertained, playing with their food before going in for the kill. A nauseating scent note mixture of sweet sugar, iron, salt water, and scorched rubber permeates thickly through the air around them. The light they had available to them began to dim, jerking their heads back to a much larger shark silhouette looming ever closer, the glass forming small cracks along its surface.

“Guh…How the hell are we supposed to get out of this?! We're completely surrounded.”

Yashiki scrapes his brain for something - anything they could do, instinctively dropping his hand into his bag once more. He perks up at the feeling of his fingers running along semi-sharp edges, opening his bag wider to take a better look: A box of shark-shaped marshmallows, and the box of his custom chocolates. His eyes widen, the pieces fitting together, a look of determination setting in. (“I don't think the spirit can tell what day it is, so if I say that….. this just might work.”)

“I know what I have to do.”

“Well great. The floor is yours, Spirit Doctor.”

Yashiki reaches down to take hold of one of Mashita's hands, who makes an audible sound in question, but remains still, letting him do what needs to be done to purify the spirit and get them out of this watery hellscape with minimal damage.

“Mashita, look at me…please.”

“Whatever you say.” (“what are you planning?”)

Mashita turns to look him in the eye, watching as Yashiki's face morphs from determined to a slightly more timid one at the contact, face warming to a flowery shade of pink. It would be really cute if they weren't currently at risk of being mauled by higher powers, he thinks.

Pushing through his awkwardness, Yashiki psychs himself up for the script he's about to say, making sure he's loud enough for the lurking spirit to hear. “It was really nice to visit the aquarium with you on White Day of all days, I assume there was a reason for that?’ (“please play along…”)

Mashita stares, the cogs in his head turning before settling into a neutral expression. His voice taking on a demure inflection. “I…suppose there was. You have something in mind?”

Sameru hums in interest at the conversation, her glowing eyes growing bigger as she floats near before stopping to where they can faintly make out a disconcerting outline, the shadow fins slinking back slightly to make a path for her. Safe.

(“Thank you!”) I didn't forget about your Valentine's gift to me, so I know that you're wanting to hear my answer.” Yashiki begins to grab one of the boxes from within his bag. “So please, close your eyes.”

Mashita does as he's told without complaint, completely putting his trust in him, Yashiki's heart skipping at the implication. He lifts Mashita's hand palm up, and with his other, places a box earnestly within it. Sameru hovers forward once more to get a better look at the box, the fins all but dispersing as she takes center stage. She reaches just close enough into the light that Yashiki can now see her horrifyingly twisted visage.

Long dark hair floating in front of her face like a curtain and all black eyes pointed directly at the box unblinking. Her mouth is completely torn to shreds, all that's left is the razor-sharp grin of a shark's mouth messily frankensteined onto the lower half of her face. The rest of her body looked like it was thrown into a crusher, bones jutting out of the skin haphazardly, her legs having sickeningly mangled into a faux facsimile of a shark tail. She doesn't make any sudden movements, just stays staring at the box as if also waiting for its reveal, her icy breath fanning onto the both of them alerting Mashita of her presence. Safe.

Yashiki rips his eyes away from her frightening form, focusing back on the final step of his plan.

“Okay Mashita, you can open your eyes now.”

Mashita complies, eyes darting to the spirit before examining the details of the box. His eyes widen, a blush starting to form as he opens it to confirm his suspicion. Inside lays a few perfectly preserved chocolates, fancifully decorated as a waft of espresso reaches his senses. “I-is this….Honmei?” (“when…?”)

Yashiki can't tell whether his reaction is genuine or just playing it up for the spirit, but he takes it in stride, his sincere emotions shining through to really hit it home. “This is my answer to you. I love you, Satoru.”

Mashita grits his teeth once more at the feeling of his chest tightening, trying to push back the tears forming at his waterline from the pressure. (“No, he can't see me like this, how can he be so….oh, to hell with it.”) His grip becomes vice-like on the delicate box, placing the lid back on with care. “Idiot, you kept me waiting.”

“...huh-”

Mashita grabs him by the tie dragging him down to his level, mashing their lips together in intimate desperation. He reaches up behind Yashiki and places a firm yet affectionate grip on the nape of his neck, pressing them deeper together, their breaths mingling in a warm embrace away from the cold that surrounds them.

Stunned at the sudden pressure of soft lips, Yashiki's mind races to process it, the thumping in his chest beating faster in return, almost painful as it is pleasurable. The feeling is new to him, but not unwelcome as he relaxes into the kiss, eyes fluttering in reciprocation. His hand gently raises to cup Mashita's face lovingly, using his thumb to wipe away any stray tears. The kiss is slow and sweet despite the circumstance, taking time to cherish the connection that melds their souls together through each other's heartbeats, pressed chest to chest.

They soon part for air, leisurely untangling their limbs. Looking at each other through half-lidded eyes as they speak in whispered breaths.

“That was quite the performance there…”

“No performance… I'm just happy you finally said the words.”

“Satoru….”

“I love you too, Kazuo.”

Yashiki's face turns softer at his words, chest feeling so powerfully light it pulls an elated laugh from his reddened lips. Mashita grins in return, the sound of his voice wonderfully velvet against his heated ears.

The sound of a rattled intake of breath from beside them brings them back down from their romantic revelation, turning to face Sameru with her curious gaze. Yashiki hoped that her reaction would mean he made the right choice. Their hands remained interlocked as they stood their ground.

“A h h h h h h . . . . . L o v e . . . . .”

Sameru sways back and forth, her hazardous mouth even wider in an attempt of a smile. A bubbly giggle has them lowering their guard slightly, the air around them warming back to normal, but something else shifts. It's subtle, but still felt as Sameru unexpectedly begins to ramble.

“L o v e . . . . L o v e l o v e l o v e l o v e l o v elovelovelovelovelovelovelove A H H H H H H”

a sob emits from her gnarled throat and her eyes blow wide. Crooked fingers thrust forward, her maw ready to tear them to shreds. She hurls herself in Mashita's direction, poised to strike down anything in her path to obtain the love she so desperately coveted. They barely had time to react, everything happening so fast that it feels as if it were in slow motion:

Sameru pouncing through the air, Mashita putting his arms up in defense, Yashiki stepping in front of him, his eyes lighting up a blinding orange.

And then time speeds up.

The glow in Yashiki's eyes spreads to the rest of his face, flesh splitting open into angelic white tendrils like a flower blooming to the sun above, just in time to catch Sameru head first in her motion, an unrelenting force and immovable object. The base of the buccal cone sparks to life with blinding warm light, a beacon charging its final shot as Sameru thrashes around in its grip, clawing at the restraint in distress. Done within a matter of seconds.

Mashita throws his defense position higher to cover his eyes, the beacon reaching its limit. Shooting off at breakneck speed, a direct hit to the head as Sameru is engulfed within, her animalistic scream fading along with it. Light fills the entire room, eradicating the shadows completely on the spot, the permeating scent dying down completely. The room's passageways fade back into their former viewable state.

Once the light slowly dims back to a more comfortable brightness, Mashita lowers his arms and stares at Yashiki speechless, petrified at his mystical condition. The triumphant tendrils all come back together, bunching up before morphing back into Yashiki's human head, the orange glow flickering out of entirely widened ebony eyes. Mashita finally snaps out of it enough to push out words.

“What the hell just happened to you!?”

Yashiki wraps his arms around himself, curling inwards and focusing on breathing, Mashita placing a grounding hand on his back.

“I felt….. all of that…..”

Yashiki jerks in place, the memory and the senses associated with it now carved into the deepest recesses of his mind.

(“I'm sorry to put you through that.”) They look up to the direction the voice resonated from, despite it being spoken within their heads. In the center of the sympathetic light stands Megumi Yokota, smiling gratefully towards them, eyes shining with unshed tears. (“But I can't thank you enough for pushing through despite the hardships. You have done so much more than I could ever ask for, and now…. I am free.”) Her floating steps slowly guide her to the aquarium behind them, placing her hand on the glass and closing her eyes. A light fills in where cracks had formed, slowly shrinking in size as it repairs perfectly like new. The fish explode out from their hiding spots, bringing much needed colour and life back to the resplendent backdrop.

She moves back, tilting her head towards them, sparkling as she begins to fade.

Yashiki pushes through the feeling as he stands up to nod respectfully, relieved that he was able to help out in the end, and that they had survived to see another day once more.

(��Thank you…. and good luck in your endeavors….. I'm happy for you…”)

And with her final message….she was gone.

The all consuming light that had filled up the space had dispersed indefinitely, leaving the two back in the same darkened condition as when they had first entered. Yashiki could no longer sense her presence. She was truly gone. They had done it. Safe.

📔•₊✧👻⋆⭒˚☕️｡⋆📔•₊✧👻⋆⭒˚☕️｡⋆📔•₊✧👻⋆⭒

They stood there in each other's company as they now had time to think over everything they had gone through to get to this point, their bodies sagging in relief and exhaustion. They each collapse into a seat on the floor, their heads leaning onto the other for support, no one else there to chastise them for it. Mashita's head slides down to his shoulder, swallowing thickly before speaking once more with a sigh.

“When we went into this, I wasn't expecting to get a love confession out of it. Or to feel all these mushy… feelings about it.” His hand intertwines with Yashiki's. “I'm not complaining though. Just wish it didn't come with all that hassle.”

Yashiki exhales through his nose at the remark, rotating his head just enough to give a quick peck to his head, beneath him a soft smile forming at the contact.

“We should probably get out of here.”

“Yeah, a smoke sounds pretty nice about now.”

“After what we went through, you definitely deserve one.”

“You're one to talk. Geez, always putting others first…..but I guess that's what I'm here for.”

“Heh, I guess so…”

Yashiki rises to his feet, grunting as he lifts Mashita up with him, hands connected as they unhurriedly make their way through the hallway towards the gift shop staircase. Standing in front of their salvation, they glance lovingly at each other before each grabbing their side of the railing, locked hands tightening as they advance upwards as one.

With each step, the mural surrounding them becomes lighter, the painted fish and plants fading into sunbeams cutting through the water's surface until they eventually hit the final step at the top, breaching the surface to a painted light blue sky. A single fluorescent light is there to greet them above the door, an artificial sun to their appreciative eyes, happy to finally be out of the dark after so long.

Yashiki reaches for the door, turning the handle to see that it is indeed unlocked. Nodding to each other, he pulls back, throwing the door open as more light fills the stairwell.

“We made it.”

Yeah…we sure did.”

Together they walk through to face the world outside, their bond stronger than ever before.

📔•₊✧👻⋆⭒˚☕️｡⋆📔•₊✧👻⋆⭒˚☕️｡⋆📔•₊✧👻⋆⭒

Hey, we're almost at the end of the story! There's just the epilogue after this, but I just want to take a moment to thank you all for reading and commenting and liking. It makes me kick my feet all giddy to read what you comment. :)

This is my first time writing a chaptered longfic, I initially started writing this story back in December of last year, and I'm happy with how far it's come. It feels almost intimate to share the stories I keep inside my head.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! :D

AO3 link:

Choco Fin

[quinloki]

Positively Victorian Again

Sabo x afab reader

Cw: oral, fingering, glove kink, implied power dynamics, noble Sabo tones, ~ unedited, apologies for any major errors.

Notes: Not really a part two to Positively Victorian, but kind of a part two xD idk I need to just make this vibe a full on story at some point.

It’s a reward for both of us. His words rang in your head as you saw the state of the seat you were to take.

Plush and beautiful, rich hand carved wood, everything you could expect down to the small details of a seat meant for a noble to use during a long opera.

Except for the small fact that most of the seat was missing. Barely enough for your ass honestly. There was almost no back to it, but it was obvious both from the design and your outfit that your skirts were meant to go around it.

Aside from the required items to keep the shape and style of your layered, expensive dress, you had nothing else on beneath it. At Sabo’s request, of course, but when he had invited you to the opera, you had expected him only to tease you during the hours long production.

With words.

Moving the skirts with practiced ease you settled onto the strangely comfortable seat. You had to place your legs on the sides of the chair, in order to put yourself in a comfortable position, and you were acutely aware of how bare you were beneath it all.

“This box,” Sabo begins, sitting down beside you, and keeping his voice low. “Is a bit of a tragedy. The acoustics are almost as good as those from the stage. Normal conversation carries down to the seats below quite easily.”

He leans closer, speaking quietly into your ear. “It would be imprudent for me to nap on your skirts, my sweet dove, so when i find rest beneath them, do keep your… complaints quiet.”

You can feel your heart race at the implications, and take a few minutes to calm yourself before replying.

“Naps during a show are imprudent on their own.” You tease. “Aren’t you meant to teach me manners, young lord?”

Sabo smiles, bright and charming. “Consider it a test.” He says, taking off his hat and stepping around behind you. “Control of one’s expressions and emotions are paramount.”

“Wait, where are you go- Sabo the play hasn’t even started.” You nearly hiss the words, a little bit of panic as he’s already lifting your skirts to sneak his way under them.

“Do keep your eyes forward,” he admonishes softly, leaning forward and kissing your neck softly and swiftly. “The second act tends to drag a little, and curious eyes will certainly wander during that time.”

“It’s three hours.” You nearly whine, trying to keep your voice steady.

“I’ll count how many times you cum, so just focus on the play.” He promises, disappearing under the seat and your skirts easily.

With a resigned sigh you shift your attention to the stage. You aren’t surprised to feel warm, gloved hands, against your legs. Of all the tricks he would pull to cause you to make noise, surprise wasn’t one of them.

His hands moved against your ankles, calves and thighs like he was mapping them out and committing their every curve to memory. It was pleasurable and relaxing and even as it had you needy for more, it allowed you to focus on the play.

If only a little.

Gloved thumbs slipped over bare labia, waxed smooth from a “punishment” a few days prior. Sabo had warned you about the price for stepping on his shoes while the two of you practiced dancing. The lesson had been useful, but it had also brought your relationship to a new level.

“I think I’ve moved my feet out of the way enough,” he’d said with a reluctant smile. “So do be careful going forward.”

You’d grinned. “I wondered why, no matter how I tried, I still hadn’t stepped on your foot… young lord.”

Sabo had paused the dance to regard you a moment, and you’d taken that chance to purposefully step on his shoe, grinding the toe of your shoe into his, defiant grin on your face.

He’d resumed dancing afterward, voice low and eyes sharp. “If my sweet dove desires punishment, she need only ask.”

You felt the shiver roll through you as he spread your labia apart, breath hot against your soaked folds. His fingers shift, gloved digits moving between your thighs, fingers hungrily pressing and sliding over the hot, slicked, tender intricacies of your vulva.

Your fingers tense, gripping your skirts as you try to keep your focus on the stage. You can feel him keeping you open, exposed, and you’re certain he’s simply staring.

A single finger against your clit pulls a soft shuddering breath from you, and your legs tense as it swirls in a lazy circle. For long minutes he teases you this way, and you can almost move the sensation to the back of your mind to focus on the stage.

Though not much interesting is happening now. A tepid conversation.

As the tension of the conversation builds, the tempo of Sabo’s finger rises, pressing heavier and rubbing you faster. With a little bit of dread you realize this bastard has the play memorized.

When the conversation on stage reaches its grand reveal, his fingers push into your pussy, rushing a soft gasp out of you in time with the surprised gasp of the theater crowd.

And so the play goes. Sabo teases you as the tension in the play builds, pleasing you roughly here and there as there are reveals and other peaks within the story. He edges you as the characters experience frustrations, and buries his face into your cunt suddenly, sucking and licking your clit as his fingers pump inside you.

The powerful orgasm hits you as the lead soprano’s note fills the theater. Your stifled moan is swallowed by the powerful sound - not that Sabo grants you any mercy afterward. He’s never satisfied with just one, pulling the first rush into a second.

Leaving you to sob with the audience as a sad scene in the third act leaves everyone in tears. Yours are from overstimulation, legs trembling as the third orgasm seems to earn you some small reprieve, Sabo’s tongue licking you clean gently, instead of rushing you to another crescendo.

Two more slowly built up orgasms leave you breathless and exhausted as the play starts to wrap up. Sabo come out from under your skirts, tidying himself a little, and putting his hat back on as he sits down beside you.

His gloves are obviously stained and wet, but he makes no move to take them off as he grips the arm rests of his seat. He gives you a kind, knowing smile, as the curtains fall and helps you stand so you can give the same ovation as the other opera goers.

“Good job, sweet dove.” He says, taking his hat off no using it to shield the both of you from the rest of the theater as he gives you a kiss. “Perhaps we could have an encore on the ride back home, hm?”

[ridiasfangirlings]

Deaf mikoto and fushimi not knowing just thinking he doesn't like to talk and finds out later bc maybe totsuka or izumo tell mikoto not to forget his hearing aids

Imagine Fushimi and Mikoto have such an awkward relationship because Fushimi is too soft spoken in Homra, he’s the only one Mikoto can’t hear because all the other guys are too loud and rowdy XD Also Mikoto probably has a habit of taking out or forgetting his hearing aids anyway, like when he wants to get a nap the easiest way to do it is to take his hearing aids out and suddenly the rowdy bar turns into more of a soft humming sound. Most of the Homra guys probably don’t even know about Mikoto’s disability either, because Mikoto didn’t see the point of mentioning it, and when everyone’s being loud and rowdy Mikoto can somewhat hear even without his hearing aids. Maybe he’s fairly skilled a lip reading too so between those he’s like largely able to ‘pass’ as being able to hear even without his hearing aids (also Anna knows and even though she’s also quiet she always makes sure to look right at Mikoto and enunciate her words clearly so he can read her lips, even without her powers helping things too). Kusanagi is always getting exasperated and reminding Mikoto not to lose his hearing aids, those were expensive. Totsuka thinks it’s funny, like can you hear me when I clap my hands like this King, though he’s also probably the one who is always able to find Mikoto’s hearing aids when they go missing.

Fushimi feels like there’s something ‘off’ about Mikoto right when they meet but it probably gets mixed with his dislike so he doesn’t really pay as much attention as he normally would. Maybe Kusanagi at least already assumes Fushimi figured it out, because he’s seen Fushimi looking at Mikoto with a sharp expression and Fushimi’s a bright kid so if anyone would figure it out it’s him, and meanwhile Fushimi is just thinking about how Mikoto’s ignoring everyone as usual. When Mikoto and Fushimi are together things get awkward because Fushimi feels uncomfortable and like he needs to say something but then Mikoto will never respond, because Fushimi speaks too quietly and never faces Mikoto when he speaks so Mikoto can’t read his lips. Mikoto usually just nods or shrugs instead, figuring Fushimi will raise his voice if it’s that important, and Fushimi thinks that Mikoto isn’t answering because Mikoto doesn’t care about what Fushimi has to say. 

Imagine one day Fushimi’s sitting at the bar and Mikoto is there and Fushimi finally gets annoyed enough to start muttering under his breath about how Mikoto doesn’t care at all does he, what a useless worthless King, just finally letting his frustrations boil over. Suddenly Totsuka comes skipping down the stairs and Fushimi immediately clams up, clicking his tongue and looking away. Totsuka waves to him and then starts talking to Mikoto, Fushimi’s sitting there eyeing them like Mikoto won’t respond anyway so what’s the point. That’s when Totsuka cocks his head and is like King, did you forget your hearing aids again. Mikoto snorts and looks away as Totsuka gives this extravagant sigh, digging the hearing aids out of his pocket as he’s like here use these, poor Fushimi has probably been trying to talk to you all morning. Fushimi is absolutely surprised but no way is he going to swallow his pride and admit it, claiming he wasn’t trying to talk to anyone, and Totsuka just has this amused grin as he’s like oh are you sure I thought I heard voices down here and you know King can’t hear very well without his hearing aids.

[thegutterguard]

A Little Taste

Ch 4 - Him

Stepping inside of the van you're hit with the remnants of cigarette smoke that she'd just puffed out from her now finished stick and you see a table with some magazines and a few beer bottles and drink cans sprawled across its surface. Across from the table is a deep brownish red leather sofa with a blanket folded on the corner of one of the cushions. stepping further into the van you look to the left and see a small kitchen area and past that is Nico's makeshift workshop. "(y/n) I've got some extra vials if you need any? I'm assuming you're going to go take a little nap to help with that side of yours right?" Nico says as she's glaring at you from the driver's seat of the van.

You already know how she can get especially when it comes to you getting injured, you'd typically push through it until the job gets done and then rest later but you know that this situation is a completely different story. sigh "yes ma'am, I'm laying down right now" you say half jokingly as you peel yourself out of your jacket and grab the blanket to lay on your back, your feet landing on the other armrest of the sofa . You close your eyes and then turn with your back towards the table across from the sofa to curl into a comfortable ball.

"You can take that other side if you need to sit, I promise I won't bite… but I can't promise you I won't kick in my sleep" you say as you chuckle out the last part of that statement. "I'm fine, thank you for the offer" you hear him say as the sound of his footsteps and get closer behind you before you hear a stool's legs sliding across the floor and him sighing in relief as he sits down. You rock gently as you feel the van start moving from Nico's driving. The thumping of the road below and the smell of her cigarette smoke quickly lulls you to sleep.

…

**"Why?! Why must you be so stubborn?! You really believe that all of that power is worth losing everything?" Rage and betrayal are bubbling from deep within your chest. "I thought you would at least take a moment to think about it… to think about us… I thought I at least meant something to you." you can feel a lump forming in the back of your throat "Why do you want to leave?" You hang your head in shame of shedding tears in this moment, too ashamed to look up, too ashamed to show that you feel betrayed. "I'll go with you… I can help you! Just please don't leave me" The lump feels like it is choking you, you can't swallow, it's getting harder to breathe with each shaky breath you try to take as tears start to drip down your chin onto your neck. You try to take a step forward but you are unable to move, there's a tall figure in front of you looming, peering, seething. A cool hand calmly grabs your chin bringing your face up to meet it's gaze. There is nothing there, no person, no man… no face, emptiness stares back at you, a black void is holding your head, thumb wiping the tears from your burning eyes, "O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, that flies in the night" the thumb ghosts across your teary cheeks; "In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed of crimson joy" the digit slowly travels down to your lips, pausing "And his dark secret love. Does thy life destroy?" the hand slowly retreats from your face, leaving a burning contrast in its absence from your skin** "The Sick Rose" you hear a deep voice say as the sound of a book slamming closed is heard. Your eyes snap open and you sit up a little too fast. Looking over at V who is sat at the table across from you with a closed book in his hand, you feel your face heating up as you bring your hand to your face to feel residual tears on your cheeks. You wipe them away vigorously before turning to peer out of the curtains on the window above the sofa. "(Y/n)" you hear V ask quietly as he tucks the book away. Hearing your name roll off of his tongue made your face twist in a way that you can't describe. It almost felt… familiar. You sit in silence for a moment before you turn back around to look at V who is inspecting his cane before looking at you out of the corner of his eye. "Yes?" he says as if he's waiting for you to invite him into conversation but not wanting to overstep. You take a deep breath before slowly exhaling it. Why did you have that dream? It's been ages since you last dreamt of him. You'd almost forgotten about him or at least that's what you have convinced yourself. You can't let the past get in the way, especially not right now. "Where did you find that poem? I think I've read it somewhere before." you say as you think deeply on what you heard as you were waking from your nap **I have heard that poem before, it was something he has recited far too many times for me to not recall... This has to be an omen or something, why now... **

Ch 3

[whumpsmith-participates]

Medwhump May 2024

Day 25 - High fever

Kinda a prequel to Day 11 - Passing out and also Day 13 - "You've been very sick"

TW: minor whumpee (17), illness, fahrenheit, tobacco

@medwhumpmay

Erick was prone to infections. Between frequent injuries, less than ideal living circumstances, not quite adequate diet, and constant stress, it was nearly a miracle that he wasn't sick all the time. It didn't help either that he had the tendency to ignore any early symptoms, powering through so he wouldn't disappoint Fetch, or anger him. He didn't like to be called lazy or ungrateful, because he wasn't, so he avoided being seen as such.

Until his body forced him to stop.

Beep!

Fetch looked at the display on the thermometer, frowning a bit.

"A hundred and three," he said, "how long have you been feeling sore?"

"I think...since yesterday?" Erick said, pulling on his shirt a bit as the sweat was making it stick to his chest.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"It wasn't this bad yesterday," Erick said with a shrug, "I just need a nap..."

"Not so fast," Fetch said, "I want you to drink some water first and take an Advil. Then I'll go out to get you some ice to cool you down."

"Hrm...I'm sorry," Erick said.

"It's okay, I had nothing better to do anyway," Fetch said, "just get into bed, I'll sleep on the couch tonight."

Erick stumbled towards the bedroom while Fetch headed into the kitchen to get a glass of water. He found some b-brand ibuprofen in the drawer and took out a pill before heading towards the bedroom, where Erick was adjusting the pillow in an attempt to get comfortable. He helped the teen take a couple of sips to wash down the pill, before telling him to call if he started feeling worse while he was out.

Luckily it was a short trip to the store, and Erick slept through Fetch's absence. He quietly entered the apartment, putting some of the ice he just bought in a bowl and stuffing the rest in the freezer. He added some water to the ice and let it sit for a bit before finding a clean washcloth in the pile of unfolded laundry that sat on top of the machine.

He carried the bowl into the bedroom, setting it on the nightstand and dunking the cloth into the water, making sure it was nice and cold before squeezing most of the water out before laying the washcloth over Erick's forehead and eyes.

"Oh my god..." he groaned quietly, "thank you."

"You know the drill," Fetch said, "try to flip it or wet it again whenever you wake up."

"Mhm..." Erick just said, seeming to drift off already again.

Fetch just shook his head a bit and headed out, finding something to do to keep him busy, though he still checked on the teen frequent enough, making sure he drank water, or refreshing the wash cloth with a new layer of ice water.

After a couple of hours he checked if his temperature had gone down yet, only to find it had climbed to 104. He sighed, getting up and heading into the bathroom to begin filling up the bathtub. Once he was satisfied with the temperature, he plugged the drain and headed back into the bedroom to wake Erick.

"Hey, come on, sit up. I know you're tired, but we need to get your temperature down, okay?"

"Ow..." Erick groaned while Fetch pulled him into a sitting position.

He tried to lay back down while rubbing his eyes, but Fetch stopped him, grabbing a hold of his jaw to make him look at him.

"Where does it hurt?" he asked.

Erick pulled his head from Fetch's grip, rubbing his eyes again, before pulling his hands through his hair.

"I dunno," he said, "everywhere? My head..."

"It's just fever aches," Fetch said, secretly relieved, "come on, a bath will do you good. Do you need help getting in?"

"No," Erick quickly said, "no, just give me a minute..."

Fetch just nodded, but waited to make sure whether the teen would need a hand at all or not. He managed to make it to the bathroom okay, and then closed the door in his face.

"Don't lock it," Fetch said, "shout if you need me."

"I'm fine," Erick insisted, turning the tap off before the bath would overflow.

He waited until Fetch's footsteps had moved away from the bathroom door, before getting undressed and climbing into the tub. The water wasn't as warm as he'd liked, but the cooling effect was kind of nice too. The fog in his head cleared a bit, and the aches settled a bit as well, allowing him to relax.

When the water got too cold, he got out, draining the tub and finding Fetch had left some clean clothes on the edge of the sink. He dried himself off with a towel before getting dressed, already feeling a lot better. When he left the bathroom Fetch made him sit down and drink some more water, as well as eat some toast, and take his temperature again.

"Did I pick up another flu on the last job?" Erick asked, holding still when Fetch jabbed the thermometer in his ear.

"Something or other," Fetch said, "if it's viral we just gotta wait it out. If you don't improve it can be bacterial instead."

"Hrm..."

Beep!

"Back to a hundred and three," Fetch said, "hopefully it doesn't shoot up again."

"Can I...go lie back down?" Erick asked.

"Finish your water first," Fetch said.

Erick nodded, slowly sipping his water until he'd emptied the glass before going back to bed, leaving behind a half-eaten piece of toast.

Unfortunately his fever spiked again during the night, this time accompanied by delirious babbling, keeping Fetch plenty busy as he had to stop the teen from getting up when he was in no state to move around.

Luckily his temperature dropped a bit again after Fetch finally got him to go back to sleep, but they weren't out of the woods yet. He continued to fluctuate the rest of the day between a high fever and a concerningly high fever. And after another restless night, Fetch was beginning to suspect it might not be a viral infection after all.

He contacted one of his associates to try and get his hands on some broad-spectrum antibiotics, hoping they would be enough. At the end of the morning, he finally heard back, getting a location and a price. With a sigh, Fetch got ready to leave, checking on Erick a last time.

"Kid, wake up," he said, taking the damp washcloth off of his forehead and dunking it in the icewater.

Erick groaned a bit in reply, keeping his eyes closed. Fetch sighed, taking the wash cloth and dabbing a bit around his throat and on his chest before laying it back on his forehead.

"Did you hear me?" he asked.

Erick blinked his eyes open, looking over at Fetch, but not really looking at him. Fetch sighed. He couldn't blame him in his current state.

"I'm going to get you some medicine," Fetch said, trying to keep things simple, "try to remember to drink water. I'll grab you a couple of bottles so you don't have to get up for them, okay? You can just stay in bed."

Erick didn't reply. Fetch just sighed and patted his knee before going back to the kitchen and pulling a six pack of plastic water bottles from the fridge. He placed them on the nightstand in the bedroom, taking the plastic wrapping off so Erick could get to them easier in his state. When he headed out, he stopped by the door and turned back to the teen. He was still peering at him, but there didn't seem to be much thought behind his eyes at all.

"I'll be back before dinner," Fetch said, before heading out.

He wasn't. His contact made him wait, then he changed the location, and then he bitched about not getting paid enough. Fetch had to set he record straight, but the whole ordeal caused him to arrive home much later than he had planned.

He was already cranky about all the effort he had to take, he was hungry because he hadn't had dinner yet, and he really hoped Erick's condition wouldn't have worsened, or he'd have more cleaning up to do. With a sigh, he lit himself a cigarette before unlocking the front door and heading inside.

He could tell right away that something was off. The bedroom door was open, and he could see Erick lying in the doorway. Fetch cursed under his breath, throwing his cigarette on the stairs before rushing inside to check on the teen.

He seemed to have passed out, not responding to Fetch shaking him. His breathing was shallow, and he felt hotter than he had before. Fetch cursed as he dragged him back to bed, checking his temperature. It was over 105 again. He did get antibiotics, but he got the oral kind, and if the teen wasn't conscious, he couldn't take them.

"Fuck," Fetch said, pacing the room a moment before making a decision.

With a grunt, he hoisted the teen over his shoulder and carried him out of the room and outside towards his van. He propped him up in the passenger's seat, covering him with his jacket to keep him warm before putting on his seat belt. Whilst he walked around to the driver's side, he pulled out his phone and looked up a number, pressing his phone to his ear while putting on his own seat belt and starting the engine.

"Hey, is this the emergency room? ... Great. I'm bringing in a young man, late teens, spiking a high fever and unresponsive, I'm turning onto the road now, I can be there in twenty or thirty minutes."

He didn't give them any more details. He could think of a cover story on the road. They could worry about police poking around after Erick had been tested and treated.

I really didn't think I'd serialise any of these, yet here I am

Masterlist Main account

Taglist for the dynamic duo: @lavndvrr