#*looks around* who the fuck let self acceptance into my au?

[annaraebananawriter]

3. So, you somehow find yourself in the past and living with the past versions of you and your brother. What do you do? Probably not project all your guilt and insecurities onto your younger self and often make them cry from your hatred. That's just wrong, dude.

(For part 1 of this, please go here) In hindsight, agreeing to stay with past Nightmare and his brother should've required a bit more thinking than it did doing. Dream shouldn't have just waltzed right in and stuck himself like a wedge between his younger brother and his younger self. But he did, and now he's a bit afraid that he has created some consequences he won't be able to undo.

His younger self wasn't used to someone disliking him. Not his fault. The villagers were greedy shits that were probably getting high off of the positivity that created his spirit. It wasn't something he could (yet) control. And Dream recognizes that, he does, but it still annoyed him to see himself bend backward for people who couldn't care less about when that back would actually break under the weight of their demands. And surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, the appearance of a new skeleton who could heal didn't disrupt things too much once the villagers wore off the initial shock.

(That was, of course, until Dream had suggested that Nightmare come with the two to the village. The younger two were very hesitant at this, both for different reasons, but after some more convincing agreed. Nightmare stayed close to him as the villagers greeted his younger self, trying to pull him away for the day before realizing he was there with some company.

They grew quite the crowd, but after Dream had...talked...with the village leader while he left the twins in the hands of one of the villagers that looked like they wouldn't just dust Nighty the minute he walked away, they were left in relative peace.

(In addition to this...talk...Dream has another one between Nighty's bullies. And he succeeds in getting them to back off once and for all. Who knew barely missing someone's head with an arrow was an effective way of getting them to agree to your demands? You learn something new every day!)

Nightmare had slowly come out of his shell once he saw that people would just give him a sneer instead of the usual abuse. He actually smiled and played with his brother, which put a smile on Dream's face as he cajoled someone into building the three of them a proper house.)

The three of them now frequently went to the market. It was nice to see the things on display, and he is quick to spoil Nightmare whenever he notices something catching his eye. His younger self never asks for anything, which is nice. He had gold, yeah, but probably not enough for both of the two to get something every time they went.

He's been here for a short time, only a few months or so, and yet he has already made such an impact. He sees it in the way Nightmare becomes more confident and bolder, almost carefree in the same way his own younger self was. And in a twist of events, he sees it in the way his past self shrinks inwards, acting as confident as ever with the villagers and his brother, but unsure of his own standing whenever the two of them are alone.

He's quiet. He's...not used to himself being quiet.

It's weird.

During one of their agreed-upon training sessions, something seems to crack. Dream found himself faltering in his criticisms as he watches his younger self tear up with a frustrated scowl. Before he can say anything in either comfort or...well, anything else, really, his younger self leaves, in the opposite direction of their home.

He doesn't return for the rest of the evening.

(In his absence, a twisted feeling, a web of what seems to be satisfaction and relief and hatred and jealousy and so many ugly, ugly things wrapped into one curls inside his chest.

It makes it harder to think straight. He thinks something's wrong.)

Dream calms Nightmare down and stalls him to go to bed. He says that he'll keep an eye out for his younger self. That he's sure to return home tonight. Nightmare eventually agrees and falls asleep in the living room.

When the sun dips below the horizon and the stars take their place, Dream slips out of the house and heads toward Mother. He sits between her roots and lets his head rest against the trunk, closing his eyes as nostalgia whips through him. He can hear crickets chirping.

From above him, the branches rustle.

As he waits, his younger self drops down to sit beside him. He opens his eyes, looking at the other through the corner, still waiting as patiently as he can. His younger self is holding himself tightly, as small as he can. It's a position he doesn't use often.

"Why do you hate me?" he finally asks, voice so quiet Dream almost didn't catch it.

He inhales.

He wants this to have a straightforward answer. He almost needs it to have one. He thinks he's scared of what his true answer would be if he decides to come clean. And he already knew that it would be too much to say to himself now, too harsh and too loud and nothing someone his age needed to ever hear. He knew it would be skewed and biased, but it would be true because it would be what he believes to currently be true.

But looking at this face now, having a physical body next to him as a reminder that this isn't in his head and he cannot just be mean right now. This face that looks so sad and concerned, with the slightest echo of Dream's own self-hatred, or the beginnings of it, and he knows that he needs to tell this face something honest and yet not.

The truth and yet not the truth.

He...he owes it to himself, he thinks.

"I don't...hate you," he says, finding the words to be surprisingly true. "I don't mean to hate you. I don't." He falls quiet, picking at some grass. "But...I think you just remind me of myself too much sometimes."

Heh. If he could, Dream would laugh at this.

Next to him, his younger self looks up at him, brow furrowed. "Really?"

His mouth twitches. "Yeah. I had a brother and we lived in a village much like this one. I helped and healed people and he...didn't, not because he didn't want to, but..."

"The villagers didn't want him to."

"The villagers didn't want him to. He tried to ignore it and keep most of it from it, and it worked. I hate myself for the fact that it worked, but it did. And while I turned a blind eye, it all boiled up until overwhelmed my brother. He...did something really, really bad, changing into someone I no longer know. Someone that hates me. I try my best to apologize, but...I think I gave up somewhere. Now I just avoid him. And somehow, I got here."

His younger self is quiet.

"And the first person I meet is pretty much the ghost of the brother I knew. I think it scared me. Still does, sometimes. And I meet you and the villagers and I...I think it just blurred together, the present and the past." He falls quiet himself, staring up at the moon.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." He shakes his head, looking back at his younger self. At Dream. "please, don't be. It's painful, yes, but I've made my peace with it. Mostly. But I need to be the one saying sorry to you."

Dream blinks. "Why?"

Anon--because that's who he was now, whether he liked it or not--chuckles. "I treated you like I would treat myself. Which is shitty of me. I was unfair in my expectations. I favored your brother over you. I just...I've been a bad guardian in general, I think. To you. And I'm sorry."

"I forgive you."

Anon looks at his past self, and smiles mournfully. "Do you?"

Dream opens his mouth, but falters. It seems he has never been asked to correct his opinion before. To tell the truth. He thinks about it. "...No. I don't think I do." Hesitating, he lets himself fall and lands with a thump against Anon's side, head tucked just below his collarbone.

"Okay." Anon raises his arm and drags him closer, resting his chin on top of his skull. "That's fine." He inhales. "I forgive you, though."

He isn't sure who he's saying it to. And at the same time, he does, because he definitely isn't speaking as just Anon here.

He is speaking as the Dream this little one by his side would've become.

He is speaking as Dream to Dream, to his past self in both an imaginary sense and a literal sense.

"I forgive you." Dream whispers to himself, closing his eyes.

(In his chest, the twisted feeling loosens its grip.)

#this got bigger than i expected it to be #my writing #fanfic #drabble #utmv au #utmv #time travel au #As It Was AU #dreamtale #dream sans #mentioned passive nightmare sans #*looks around* who the fuck let self acceptance into my au? #I did not give you permission! #but oh well #it fits

[marksmelodies]

nct dream reactions to finding out you’re fwb/ secretly dating another member

genre: idol x fem reader au

warnings: cussing, suggestive, sex

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mark

mark was currently running to the convenience store quickly getting some drinks as the rest of the boys were hanging out in the kitchen of their dorm.

“ man mark left his phone here” renjun says picking it up seeing spam messages from you

y/n: i cant wait to see you tonight markie <3

y/n: what time are you planning on leaving ur place?

y/n: just tell them you’re going to the studio or something

y/n: let me know when you’re on the way later, i wanna get all pretty for you, i’m gonna wear the new lingerie set you got me

y/n: even though you’re just gonna rip it right off

y/n: we haven’t fucked in so long, i might be really tight for you, i know you always complain how you finish super quick when i’m really tight, you might wanna cum once before heading to my place so you’ll last longer

renjun face immediately turns red after reading the messages, he knew he messed up, slamming the phone back down on the table he looks up at the members

“ i just read something i definitely shouldn’t have.”

renjun

you had just gotten out of the shower getting ready for a get together with the dream members, renjun came over before everyone else to help set up.

“babe did you buy more condoms like i asked, we used the last ones last night?” you yell to renjun through the house before the thought leaves your mind.unbeknownst to you the boys had arrived while you were showering, renjun mentally face palmed himself knowing the guys would never let this go… dreading looking up to see the boy’s reactions, before he could look up you walked out of your room “ junnie did yo - oh” you cut yourself off as you realized who all was in your living room already.

“babe??” jaemin questions

“ CONDOMS?!?! EXPLAIN YOURSELVES!!” haechan screams with his eyebrow raised.

“ i think it’s pretty self explanatory haechan, they’re fucking” chenle laughs

“ you guys heard nothing, i did not say a thing” you say walking over to renjun hiding your red face in the crook of his neck

“ good going babe” you hear him whisper in you ear.

jeno

you have known the boy for years now, you and jeno had been friends for a long time but just this year you decided to take it a step further, not exactly dating but not just friends, some would call it friends with benefits but it was more than that. today you and jeno were hanging with all of nct, once a month they hold parties where all the members get to hang out, some even bring their significant others.some members playing beer pong, some gaming others doing karaoke and chitchatting, everyone was having a good time. accept jeno.

you haven’t met all the members before being that you primarily hang out with the dreamies most often, yangyang approached you a little bit ago challenging you to a beer pong game, so as you two were playing jeno stood against the kitchen counter glaring at you with his arms crossed.

if looks could kill yangyang would’ve been long gone.

you jump as you win the game making yangyang chug the last cup of beer, he approaches you complementing you in your win, as you two stand there getting closer with eachother, asking questions about yourselves you look over to jeno who’s squinting his eyes in an intimidating way just waiting for the right moment to approach you two. as time goes by you realize that yangyang is in fact flirting, you awkwardly laugh trying your best to get out of the conversation however he keeps dragging you back, soon enough yangyang places his hand around your waist, you immediately back away as you bump into someone behind you, that very someone being jeno.

“ hey babe i’ve been looking everywhere for you” jeno says as he grabs your hips placing one hand around it as the other one goes to your ass, leaving a peck on your lips.

“ i see you’ve been talking to yangyang, yangyang this is my GIRLFRIEND y/n” he smiles

“ oh shit girlfriend?? my bad bro i thought you two were just friends” he says

“ it was nice talking to you, i think i should go” yangyang hurried away extremely intimidated by jeno

“ babe what are doing, there’s so many people here i thought we were keeping us a secret, and girlfriend.. i don’t remember you asking me out unless i’m so drunk i can’t remember” you push past him, he pulls you back into him with his strong arms

“ maybe i’m hinting something sweet girl, we’ll talk about it when we’re both sober”

as the night goes on jeno decides to play a shot game against a few members, taking shot by shot. members backing out one by one leaving jeno as the champion. the crowd watching as he takes his last shot, when he finishes everyone cheers for him, jeno clearly not sober, grabs you and kisses you on the spot in front of everyone, gasps heard from a distance you and jenos tongue fight for dominance, grabbing up on you he squeeze your ass pulling away

“ i knew it haechan yells”

“ let’s go to the bathroom babe i need my dick in you immediately” he yells loud enough for almost everyone to hear.

“ oh my god jeno you’re so embarrassing” you say leading him into the bathroom as the group freaks out over what just happened.

haechan

you and haechan we’re currently thousands of miles away from each other due to nct dreams tour.

“ i miss you pretty girl” haechan says over videocall

“ i miss you more hyuckie” you smile at him through the camera

“ where are the rest of the boys? aren’t you rooming with someone?” you ask

“ i’m sharing the room with mark but he’s in the shower right now, i think the others are asleep it’s pretty late here”

“ oh that’s right it’s nearly midnight for you, you should get some sleep love”

“ i’m not tired baby, actually i’m quite the opposite” he smerks at you

“ oh my god haechan don’t give me that look”

“ it’s not my fault i haven’t had your life changing pussy in so long” he sighs

“ you’re so dramatic.. but i admit i’m having the same problem over here”

haechans face drops into a serious look

“ come fly out here, i’ll pay for everything”

“ haechan be serious for five seconds”

“ i’m so serious y/n i need you so bad, i miss you so much, i miss your body and how it rides me so well, i miss your taste, i miss everything about you”

“ i’ll tell you what, go focus on your shows and do your best for me and when you get back you can sleep at my place and i’ll let you do everything you desire”

“ EVERYTHING?!?!” haechan shouts

“ yes baby everything, we can go at it all night if you really want” you laugh

“ YES ” he says in an excited tone

“ you’re the best, i could kiss you right now” he kisses the phone

once you two end your conversation and say goodnight hanging up the phone, mark walks out of the bathroom and lays on his bed casually scrolling through his phone.

“ so you’re fucking y/n? i would’ve never expected that” mark stares nonchalantly turning towards haechan

haechan stares at him with wide eyes

“ the walls are very thin” mark laughed

“ how much of our conversation did you hear??” haechan asks

“ enough to make me want to puke”

haechan rolls his eyes

“ don’t worry your little secret is safe with me”

jaemin

jaemin had to be back on stage in 15 minutes.

“ babe come on you’re going to be late,everyone’s looking for you” you say trying to push him off of you

you and jaemin are best friends at least that’s what you tell everyone, in reality you’ve been seeing each other romantically for a few months now. currently backstage in the dressing room jaemin has you sitting on the table, shirt pulled up exposing your chest as he feels you up, kissing every inch of you.

“ i’ll go back out in a minute i’m not done feeling all of you yet my love”

jaemin quickly lifts your skirt up pulling your panties to the side as he slips his pants down pulling his dick out and lining it up with you, he quickly thrusts into you

“ oh my god jaemin you feel so good” you moan

“ fuck your so tight” he curses under his breath

the door suddenly swings open as the members appear in the door way

“ oh shit, oh my god im so sorry, continue” chenle says immediately closing the door

“ oh my god your entire group just saw my titties” you say wanting to cry of embarrassment

“ it’s okay baby we can worry about that later, focus on me right now ” jaemin coos

you and jaemin open the door to see the members in the hallway, you grab jaemins hand looking to the ground in embarrassment

“i’m so sorry you had to see that” you say

“ i’m not, that was hot as fuck” haechan jokes as jaemin gives him the death stare

“ just remind me to never go near that table again” chenle says disgusted

“ by the way, you all owe haechan and i 20 bucks, i told y’all they were fucking” jeno says.

chenle

the boys decided for chenles birthday that they would go to his house and prank him by waking him up for practice screaming happy birthday and jumping on his bed.as they all approached his bedroom mark counted down and they all busted through the door, to their surprise they found chenle and you cuddled up in bed, your bare back facing the door and both of your clothes from last night scattered on the floor hinting that you were both naked under the sheets

thankfully you’re a heavy sleeper, so the boys sudden entrance had no affect on you whatsoever however chenle not so much, the boys stand frozen for a second before chenle groans shooing them to go away

“ shit go go go” they whisper leaving the room in a hurry

“ sorry” renjun whispers leaving the room shutting the door it abruptly opens again and a hushed

“hope y’all used protection” was said before shutting the door again.

jisung

due to jisungs recent ankle injury he wasn’t able to attend practice with the rest of the dreamies, the boys walked down the hall heading to their dorm after a long practice

“ i hope jisungs doing okay, he’s probably lonely being all cooped up in his room all day” mark says

“ are you kidding that kid is having the time of his life playing endless video games” jeno chuckles,getting closer to the dorm they hear slight banging getting louder the closer they get

“ what the hell” jaemin says turning door handle to their place

“ oh my god, yes jisung right there” you moan loudly

the dorm is filled with loud moans shared between you and jisung,the bed squeaking and the headboard banging into the wall slightly causing the picture frames on the other side of it to shake

“ cum for me baby” jisungs voice echos across the dorm

“ oh my god” jeno says as they all walk back out into the hallway quickly evacuating the dorm after realizing whats going on

“ holy shit our little innocent jisung is getting laid” haechan says as everyone stands there shocked on what to do next

“ there’s a good place to eat right down the road why won’t we give them some time” jaemin suggests

“ god i just cant believe jisung is corrupted, he’s been putting on a façade this whole time” haechan continues

“ let him be haechan at least he’s getting some unlike you” renjun laughs

“ man our youngest is all grown up” mark says “ he better have wrapped it” he adds

“ OH MY GOD WAIT WAS HE FUCKING Y/N” chenle gasps as the whole groups come to a halt, the boys stand there in the middle of the street contemplating what to do

“ we have to go back and see for ourselves” they say in unison, running back to the dorms

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Thanks for reading lovelies!!! hopes you enjoyed!!! <3

#nct dream #nct dream fanfic #nct dream imagines #nct fanfic #nct fluff #nct #nct dream smut #nct scenarios #nct reactions #nct dream reactions

[niningtori]

see me | chapter three: just out of reach

pairing: choi beomgyu x you

summary: after another failed relationship, you're ready to accept your fate as hopeless. choi beomgyu has other plans, though. or, beomgyu's your best friend's little brother and he's tired of you treating him like a kid.

genre: romance, angst, angst with a happy ending, best friend's brother au

word count: 2.2k

notes: it's my favorite person's birthday, so of course i have to post. i love beomgyu so much, y'all. also, i really do plan on making a masterlist soon i SWEAR. i just haven't yet :,). see end of work for more notes :)

beomgyu tries every trick in the book, but nothing seems to help. he tries lessening the gap between you physically to see if it translates to emotionally, but you just brush off every encounter like he's some fucking kid tugging on the back of a grownup's shirt.

he puts on the clothes that he knows suit him best, the ones that drive all the girls crazy, but the most you ever do is compliment him with "i like your shirt, beomie!" and ruffle his silky hair just like you always have.

he even tries lowering his already baritone voice and whispering seductively from behind you, but all you do is ask him if there's something in his throat and giggle as his breath tickles your ear. it feels like he's putting on an entire monkey show for a brick wall, that's about how unresponsive you are to his advances. he almost wonders how you even got into your past relationships in the first place because you seem so oblivious it hurts.

"quick, what else can i do to get her to fall for me?" he texts his friends in a crisis. the trip is over tomorrow and he's made no material progress. he looks to them for the millionth time this week and by now they're all thinking the same thing: it's hopeless. still, the more pitying ones, kai and soobin, tiptoe around that thought while yeonjun and taehyun tell him in no uncertain terms that this entire endeavor is fruitless. it stings, if he's being honest, but in a way, he kind of knows they're right. he's becoming increasingly less subtle, but you seem to be unmoved by every action.

-

"why don't we go to a bar tonight?" yijun suggests in honor of your last night of vacation.

"i'm in," jia replies with a smile.

you heartily agree and decide to dress yourself up a little more than usual. your self confidence has taken yet another blow from yet another unfaithful partner, so the act of putting on makeup and a pretty outfit does wonders for your confidence, but beomgyu is more anxious than ever when he spots you in the outfit you've chosen for the bar. you're always pretty to him, as cliché and insincere as that may sound, but he knows you'll be turning even more heads than usual tonight. he imagines a man piquing your interest right in front of him and it makes his stomach churn. no way in hell is he gonna let that happen —

— is what he says, at least. but some random stranger piquing your interest is the least of his worries now that you're actually at the bar. never in his wildest dreams did he foresee what is actually happening before him right now, which is you being pulled away with a dazed look on your face by none other than doyoon himself.

"what the fuck is he doing here?" and it sounds so much like his own inner monologue he almost thinks it was he himself who said it, but he turns and sees jia with her signature scowl and knows it was actually her.

"that's what i wanna know," beomgyu mumbles.

"who is that?" yijun asks cluelessly.

"that's doyoon," jia answers with venom laced in her tone.

"oh shit, the doyoon?"

"the one and only," jia sneers. "fuck it, i'm going to get her!"

"baby, no," yijun reasons incredibly patiently. "you've gotta let her make decisions for herself. let her do what she needs to do."

"what she needs to do is get her ass back here."

"don't you trust her?" he asks with a frown.

"when it comes to doyoon? nope. not at all." beomgyu flinches at this. he'd been there and heard firsthand just how desperate you were to keep a connection with doyoon after your breakup. there were countless times when he overheard jia scolding you for texting him even after he essentially ripped your heart out, set it ablaze, and stomped on the ashes.

"you shouldn't have to beg somebody to love you, you know?" he remembers jia reasoning.

"i know that, it's just — i just really love him. i don't know who i am without him," you said between tears.

"that's exactly why you don't need him," jia replied softly.

he stopped listening after that. his heart broke with yours for the first — and certainly not the last — time.

beomgyu can't take it. honestly? you haven't even been gone for very long, but when he thinks of the fact that you're out talking to doyoon of all people, he can't help but take a large gulp of whatever liquor he can get his hands on. he's very obviously staring at you talking to doyoon, but you seem without a care in the world if the smile on your face is any indication as to how you're feeling. he can feel the fiery alcohol bubbling up in his stomach as it churns at the possibilities of what could be happening between you two. are you letting him back into your life? does that sentiment even apply when his mark seems to have never really left in the first place? he doesn't know. if he thinks about it carefully, maybe he never wants to know.

-

"how are you?" doyoon asks with the charming smile you used to love so much.

"i..." you hesitate to answer. if you're being honest, you're not doing too hot at the moment and haven't been in a very long time. doyoon seems to take your hesitation as an answer in and of itself.

"yeah, i'm not doing so well, either," he says with a ghost of a smile.

"really?" you ask, head whipping up towards him before you can reel yourself back in. doyoon was always doing well, and even when he wasn't, nobody would be able to tell.

"really."

"why not?" you can't help but ask.

"if i told you my career is at a dead end, would you laugh and tell me i deserve it?"

"... i don't know."

"thank you for not knowing instead of just saying you would," he laughs. "you know, you're a lot kinder than i ever deserved for you to be." you're taken aback by this. you can't believe he's referencing your past relationship in a positive way. after your one-sided breakup, you tried to keep in contact with him in every way possible until he straight up told you you were being pathetic. his words, not your own. what you're even more surprised at, however, is how much you don't care. your heart doesn't seem to clench at the mere sight of his face, let alone at his emotionally provocative words.

"you know, i have no right to say this, but i'm going to, anyway. i'm sorry for what i did to you. really, i am. and if you ever want to get a drink with me sometime, i'd really like to make it up to you."

"i can't believe you have the nerve to say that to me," you counter without missing a beat, shocking even yourself. it only takes you about a millisecond to realize how much you mean it, though. doyoon is floored, to say the very least, but he regains his composure smoothly, just like he always does.

"i figured, but i still thought i'd ask. i know you have someone now, too. i guess it's shameless of me to ask." you stare at him quizzically. could he be talking about donghyun? he can't be. there's no way he'd know about him.

"what do you mean?"

"oh wow, i'm surprised he hasn't told you yet."

"wait, what? who?" you're a little tipsy, so his circuitous way of talking is making your head spin.

"well, if you don't know, i'm sure you will soon," he smirks as he locks eyes with beomgyu, who is currently glaring daggers at him from across the bar.

"i'll let you go," he sighs. "it was nice talking to you, even if you secretly want me to fuck off and never speak to me again." you actually crack a smile at this.

"you know what? it was nice talking to you, too."

you needed this. you needed some tangible closure and you finally have it. as you walk back to your party, you feel lighter than you have in a long, long time. you're finally prepared to fully let go.

-

the night sky is alight with white stars and the salty air is cool against your bare legs. the sound of waves billowing back and forth lull you into a trance, but your reverie is broken by the sound of someone stumbling behind you.

"beomie?"

"hi," he greets a little too loudly while plopping down beside you unceremoniously. you can't help but giggle at how drunk he is. what a cute kid, you think.

"what are you doing out here so late? you should be sleeping it off by now," you tease, nudging his shoulders with yours. you almost notice him lean into your touch, but you don't quite catch it.

"just wanna think," he says.

"about what?"

"a lot of things," he shrugs. you hum in understanding.

"you know, we never got to finish our conversation the other day. what's been bugging you lately?"

he pauses for a moment.

"i'm kinda hung up on someone, honestly," he admits with a lopsided smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes and you're genuinely stunned. he's never been particularly open about any girls he's been involved with, though there have been many based on what jia says. you'd be lying if you said you're not curious to know what kind of girl has the power to make the seemingly impenetrable beomgyu anxious, but you're mainly worried about how he's feeling.

"oh no, what happened?" you ask, sincerely concerned.

"nothing happened," he deadpans. "nothing ever happens. that's the problem." your brows knit in confusion.

"so you haven't made a move on her? why?" you can't fathom why beomgyu of all people would feel like this. he's never seemed to have an issue with getting whoever and whatever he wanted.

"i've tried, but i don't think she's interested in me in that way," he hints as nonchalantly as he can manage in his decidedly not-so-sober state. truthfully, he's not doing the best job at being discreet, either. but you don't notice a thing.

"i don't think that's true. i'm sure if you opened up to her she'd like you. you just have to be vulnerable and who knows? maybe she's interested but just doesn't know how to say it. she probably thinks you don't like her, honestly." his hazy eyes light up with hope. do you know you're the girl in question? are you both talking around the same point?

"you really think so?" he asks, heart racing. even through his drunkenness, he's putting the pieces together, albeit incorrectly.

"of course i do! i mean, you're a catch," you giggle and his heart flutters. "just be yourself and i'm sure you'll get somewhere with her. you can be so hard to read sometimes. maybe she just needs a little push?" the next second, your breath hitches as you feel warm lips latching onto yours. beomgyu is gripping your face with an intensity you've never known before. his lips are nice and warm, if a little chapped, while his eyes are scrunched shut with his long, dark eyelashes trembling in the moonlight. you gasp when he trails his hand down to the small of your back and he takes the opportunity to enter your mouth with his alcohol-laden tongue wrapping around yours. it's easy to melt into the feeling of pure heat with someone, especially when you're tipsy, so you do. you feel yourself melting further into his touch, but when he moans into the kiss, you finally register exactly who that someone is and push him off in a hurry.

"what the hell are you doing?!" you exclaim. you're panting now, face flushed and lips swollen, all thanks to him. he's absolutely fascinated by that fact. hypnotized, even.

"what do you mean?" he asks while blinking his big, watery eyes. he looks so innocent you almost can't believe he's the one who was snaking his tongue down your throat mere moments ago. oh. his tongue was down your throat mere moments ago. the thought itself has you sputtering out questions before your mind can quite catch up.

"w-what do you mean what do i mean? why'd you k-kiss me?"

"'cause i wanted to. 'cause i love you."

the world around you implodes and alarms blare in your ear. what the hell? you've only ever seen beomgyu as a good friend and maybe even a brother, but this? this was simply unprecedented. you would've never in a million years guessed that he harbored even a fraction of a non-platonic feeling for you. he must be drunk out of his fucking mind.

"i just love you so much," he slurs with his lisp in full effect. it's almost as if he can hear your thoughts and is intent on dispelling them.

you hesitate to reply and have the sorriest look on your face, so even in his current state he immediately understands that he misread the signs.

"beomie," you begin slowly and he winces. "i don't—"

"hey, i know. you don't have to tell me. i know," he says simply. "i was the one who misunderstood. you can forget this ever happened." he rises from your side and starts to walk away.

"beomie, wait!" you exclaim.

and, of course, he waits. you've always been able to gently twist his heartstrings in between your fingertips.

"yes?"

"i'm just.. i just don't want to lose you. you mean so much to me."

"you won't." and you never will. that's the problem.

you're at a loss for words, but he just smiles as if he already understands everything you can't seem to verbalize and it breaks your heart. why does it feel like he's the one babying you? with that, he turns away and resumes walking back to the house. you don't stop him this time. you don't have the guts to.

notes pt. 2: r u mad at me? i know i said this will probably be the final chapter, but there's so much more to say. i'm thinking there will probably be one or two more before i finally feel like the story has run its course. also, my pacing is so shit but i'm working on it <3 bear with me please! also, feedback is always appreciated! i'm a words of affirmation kind of gal.

#niningtori #see me #txt angst #txt fic #beomgyu #txt beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x you #beomgyu fic #txt #tomorrow x together #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt headcanons #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu headcanons

[abiiors]

midnight, car lights 🌃 // george daniel x reader

a/n: a second fic for the george bbf!au that's been plaguing me lately!! (a third one is coming soon). also happy 10 years of self titled <33 i'm scheduling this to come out at midnight uk time tihi

cw: none really, just fluff and flirting. maybe a very tiny age gap?? like 2 ish years

wc: 3.3k

“let’s go on a joyride.”

those words bounce around in your head like the dvd logo, said to you at 11:50 in the night—whisper-shouted would be more accurate. from under your balcony no less, like some fucked up iteration of romeo and juliet. 

so far you have failed to come up with a coherent answer for george who stares up at you expenctantly.

you lean over the railing, your curiosity piqued. "a joyride…” his words repeated back to him in a disbelieving deadpan voice. 

he nods eagerly. in his hands is a tiny heap of small stones—the source of the clinks on your bedroom window that had scared you half to death. when george follows your gaze, he drops the rocks hurriedly, dusting off his hands. 

“it’s a thursday night…” you point out. 

he clicks his tongue. “and you’re clearly not doing anything.”

your eyes narrow at his little jab. sure he’s right but come on now, he didn’t need to point it out like that.

“my brother—”

“is out on his ‘date’.” he makes a little face at that and you stifle the urge to laugh at how icked out he looks. clearly, some more questions that you need to pester matty with. but that’s for tomorrow. right now you raise an eyebrow at the way he cuts you off and finishes your sentences.

“my parents—”

“are asleep!!” his voice acquires a borderline whiny quality. “i checked!” he confirms proudly and before you have the chance to present him with further counterarguments, he throws his hands up in the air. 

“come on, little healy,” george’s grins a feral little grin, “scared you’ll get caught?”

you bite your lip, determined not to let him see your smile. it’s midnight, you’re in your pjs—an old ramones t-shirt and tiny shorts that barely come up to the top of your thighs—your hair is half out of your ponytail. in short, you’re the ugliest you’ve ever looked in front of george. 

meanwhile he looks like he’s just stepped out of an indie rock magazine—black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt that hangs loosely on him and yet somehow fits perfectly and his beloved vans. at this point, you’re sure george could wear just about anything and still look drop-dead gorgeous. 

“only a little drive? i promise i’ll get you back home in one piece.”

truth be told, you had made up your mind the first time he asked. a slow tingle of thrill slithers down your spine. the goody two shoes who’s never even smoked a cigarette before he came into the picture. about to sneak out the window at 11:56 pm. 

“okay,” you mumble to yourself. the small smile you’d tried to stifle escapes anyway. “okay, fine.”

george grins and whoops silently, fists the air in triumph. it does something funny to your stomach–his excitement. 

“hold on a minute,” you tell him before making a mad dash to your wardrobe for an acceptable pair of jeans and a t-shirt. 

the subtle nude lip gloss is inviting but you know it’s too much. he’s probably just bored on a thursday night and has nothing else to do. so begrudgingly you settle on a lip balm and brushing out your hair. 

it’s fine. it’s normal. and anyway, he’s not going to see you as anything more than matty’s little sister, so what’s the point?

another little rock clinks on your window followed by a soft whisper-shout. 

“hurry up!” the clear impatience in his voice makes you giggle but you look at the mirror a final time, smoothing out your unruly hair. this is as best as it gets. 

after all, this is not a date.

“can’t exactly fly out the window, george,” you respond drily as soon as he comes back into view. 

he looks around curiously, toeing the grass and pulling it loose with his shoes. you can practically see the wheels in his head turning, generating ideas that you don’t entirely trust… matty’s friends aren’t the sharpest tools in the shed—not according to you anyway—but once george gets an idea, it is downright impossible to deter him. 

“that looks good enough,” he mumbles but you catch it anyway, catch the spot his eyes are trained on and your stomach plummets about half a foot. 

“have you—have you lost your mind?!” you stifle your screech halfway through, looking at the boy in front of you like he’s grown two heads. 

george shrugs, looking the least bit bothered and points to the pipe next to your window. 

“it’s sturdy, look,” he gives it two firm raps with his knuckles. “and there’s the brick for you to grab onto. and i’ll catch you.”

the last part has your ears perking up. you look at him with a raised eyebrow. it’s only a floor. the ground below you is soft grass that’s regularly mowed and looked after. if you fall, the most that will happen is a bruised ass (and a bruised ego). besides, the alternative is to go your through the front door and risk waking up the whole house. 

“trust me!” he bounces on the balls of his feet, eager and impatient. 

george stuffs his hands in his pockets, veins on his forearms taut with tension. his colourful tattoos are a stark contrast to his all-black outfit. should you trust him? 

“if i fall—”

“you won’t!” he answers confidently. “i’m not going to let you get hurt.”

your heart skips a beat at how soft he sounds, mumbling the sentence more to himself than to you. a shadow of tenderness crosses his features, or maybe you’re just projecting. just a silly little girl with a crush on her brother’s best friend. a cliché. 

“can’t let my best mate’s little sister get hurt,” he clears his throat. and your heart drops in your chest. of course not. to him you are nothing but matty’s sister. ‘little healy’. 

“’course not,” you mutter begrudgingly and grab onto the pipe.

george stands below you, hands raised, neck craning to guide your steps down the exposed brick wall. there’s taking risks and then there’s whatever the fuck this is. regardless, you have put a disturbing amout of faith is george and now there’s nowhere to go but down. literally. 

the last few feet loom between you and the ground. your sweaty palms almost slip and involuntarily a whimper escapes you. 

“almost there, sweetheart,” george murmurs. that word snags in your brain. all thoughts fly away, and before you know it, you’re missing a step, foot slipping on the rough wall. there’s a split second of panic, the beginning of a scream that dies in your throat as soon as you feel a pair of hands around your waist. 

warm, rough hands on soft skin. 

george, holding you up. 

you’re practically pulled flush against his chest, wide-eyed and flushed from the almost fall. funnily enough, the vertigo intensifies the moment you look up into his eyes. they’re just as wide as yours, mouth parted as if he was about to say something. 

for a fleeting instant, time seems to stand still. the world around you fades into a distant blur as you and george remain locked in this suspended moment, bodies pressed close together, his towering over yours. his warm breath tickles your skin, and you can feel the rapid thud of his heart against your chest.

"are you okay?" george's voice is a hushed murmur, his grip on you firm yet gentle.

you manage a shaky nod, finding your voice after a few seconds. "yeah, i... i think so."

george's grip on you doesn't waver as he slowly guides you back onto the solid ground, his hands lingering on your waist for an extra beat before finally releasing you. you take a step back, both to regain your composure and to put some distance between the two of you. 

"thanks," you mumble, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. "i don't know what happened there." you giggle nervously, unable to stare directly into his eyes. 

"no need to thank me,” he smiles, “just glad i was here."

the two of you stand there for a second, the weight of the almost moment hanging in the air. then, as if on cue, george's playful grin returns, diffusing the tension like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds.

"good to know i can make your heart race like that, little healy," he begins with a teasing glint in his eyes.

despite the heat creeping up your neck, a small laugh escapes your lips, the tension finally breaking as you roll your eyes at his cheeky comment. "you're unbelievable, george."

“right then,” he toes a small pebble, stuffing his hands in his pocket. “shall we?”

his car is cleaner than you expected. 

sure there are some receipts and empty plastic bottles on the floor, even a jacket in the back seat for some inexplicable reasons but it’s nowhere near the pigsty that is your brother’s car. 

“in you go,” he motions, casually holding the door for you. internally you’re grateful that he can’t see your flustered expression. 

it’s a tiny gesture, barely even a gesture really—just a boy opening a car door for you. but he’s not just a boy. he’s george—the boy who makes you mad beyond belief and annoys you with the smallest of efforts. the boy who makes you stumble over your words. the boy who is your brother’s best friend. 

“my my, george,” you tease to cover up your flustered silence, “manners. when did that happen?”

george rolls his eyes as he closes the car door behind you, and you settle into the passenger seat. you notice the faint scent of air freshener, attempting to mask any lingering odors from the cigarettes he no doubt must have smoked earlier. you glance sideways at him when he gets settled in the driver’s seat, unable to hide the hint of a smile playing at the corner of your lips.

"believe it or not," george retorts, putting the car in reverse, "i do have manners sometimes. just don't expect it all the time."

another playful taunt crawls up your throat, about to make it’s way out of your mouth when george casually just does the hottest thing you’ve ever possibly seen. your heart is in your mouth as you try not to stare at his arm behind your headrest. george, oblivious to your freak out, focuses solely on reversing the car from its little hiding spot. his cologne—something warm and smoky—fills the tiny car. a space that is so overwhelmingly him that you have to swallow roughly every couple minutes lest you do something incredibly stupid. 

like grabbing his face and kissing him senseless. 

especially with how inviting his light stubble looks. 

instead, you pointedly stare out the window at the dull grey road beneath you. 

“scared?” he teases, misinterpreting your darting eyes. 

all you can do is shake your head. there’s no way you trust your ability to speak right now, especially as half of your brain is focused on not ogling his arms and hands. 

this was a mistake. this was a stupid, idiotic, avoidable mistake. 

“come on! aren’t you excited to do something reckless for once?”

you are, you really really are. there’s no denying it as the car finally maneuvers out of the parking spot and away from your house. 

you let out a silent sigh of relief. the tension in the air begins to dissipate, and you take the opportunity to relax your grip on the seat. you sneak another glance at george, this time allowing yourself to truly take in his features.

his bleached hair is tousled—just the right amout of effortlessly messy, and his full pink lips only intensify the butterflies in your stomach. george is beautiful—from the way his hands grip the steering wheel with confidence to his jaw that tenses as he focuses on the road. all of it makes your heart race again. you can't deny your silly little crush, can’t deny all the times you have wished george was anyone but matty’s best friend. that you actually had the courage to kiss him. more than that you can’t deny all the times you’ve wished he would kiss you first. 

“where are we going?” you clear your throat, distinctly aware of how breathy you sound. 

george shrugs. “maccies, i think. been really craving some milkshake.”

and then he has the audacity to snicker at your gaping face. “a milkshake…” you trail off, wondering if hitting him on the head would be taking it too far. “sure, good to know i risked my life for your milkshake cravings!”

“pfft,” he blows air, taking his eyes off the road and training them on to you. “admit it, sweetheart, you were ready to, oh what was it? ‘risk your life’ for the thrill of it. don’t lie to me now, i saw it in your eyes.”

there it is again, the little flutter in your ribcage at the s-word. george seems so casual about it too, throwing it around like it doesn’t bother him whatsoever. and maybe it doesn’t, maybe he uses that on every single girl he talks to. the thought curdles in your stomach. 

“fine then,” you huff, turning back to the window.

the mcdonald’s is a flurry of people—drunk and high students looking to satisfy their munchies, homeless people looking for a cheap meal and shelter. exhausted employees handing out orders with a dead expression on their face. you almost feel sad, making them prepare two milkshakes at this ungodly hour. 

you turn to george who is busy studying the menu with the utmost curiosity. 

“strawberry,” he mumbles to himself then turns to you. “or no, wait. banana?”

you quirk an eyebrow. “strawberry is superior.”

“which means that’s what you’re getting,” he replies and goes back to perusing.

“if you think, for even a second, that i would let you steal—”

“so territorial, sweetheart,” he teases, eyes still on the artificially lit board. “fine. two strawberries then.”

george places the orders, giving the cashier his winning smile and handing over some cash. she perks up slightly, eyeing him through her lashes while george leans against the counter. a sudden heat burns through you, wild and unpleasant. 

heartburn, you tell yourself. the milkshake will fix it. 

or maybe not looking at george being flirty would fix it but oh well…

so you turn around, finding yourself an empty seat and leave him to bring over the drinks. 

minutes later, you almost jump out of your skin when george places the cool take-out container against the nape of your neck without warning. 

“real mature, george!” the shriek causes a few people to throw distasteful looks your way but he looks absolutely unbothered and oblivious.

“such a grump,” he snickers and motions for you to follow him. 

armed with your milkshake, you settle in the car once again. the car park is almost dead at this hour of the night and you wait for him to start the car back up, for him to tell you what the next steps are but george only taps tirelessly on the steering wheel. a complete 180 from five minutes ago.

tap. pause. tap tap tap. pause. tap. pause. it’s restless and rhytmless; not like his usual tapping where he’s lost in own tune. his milkshake sits untouched, condensation dripping onto the dashboard. 

you wrap your lips around the straw, sucking on it noisely, sipping on the sweet, cool liquid while you observe him closely. “something’s on your mind.” 

your statement makes him blink. so you’re right then, something is on his mind. he’s more fidgety than usual. in the stillness of the night, his thick swallows and knee jerks are painfully obvious. 

“what’s up…” you trail off, unsure if pushing him would be the right move. 

“there’s this–well. i want to–”

“this is new.” the amount of glee in your voice should be disturbing to you but you can’t contain it. because it is new. 

you’ve seen george be arrogant and annoying, laddish and even on occasion, sweet. but you’ve never seen him be shy before. 

“shut up,” he mutters to himself, then sighs loudly. “okay fine, it’s better if i just show you.”

you follow his movements inquisitively, his imperceptibly shaky hands as he takes out his phone and opens up a non-descript recording titled track 11

his phone screen illuminates his face in the dimly lit car as he hovers over the audio file. the soft glow casts a warm, intimate ambiance, making you acutely aware of how close you are to him in the confined space. your curiosity and anticipation mount as you wonder what he's about to reveal.

"i've been thinking about this for a while now," he clears his throat, finger lowering to finally click on the file. "and i want to share something with you."

at first, nothing happens. all that comes out of the speakers is static and then some more static. but just as you're about to speak, the car is filled with the opening notes of a song—one that instantly tugs at your memory. It's a tune that you have heard before, at different points in time. it's the song that matty’s hummed to you on days you were ill in bed, a song you heard them play at band practice. it’s a song that george and matty laboured over for days. the one that brought you all closer together.

and now it sounds all put together. the final piece of the puzzle locked in.

matty’s voice is stronger than you’ve ever heard, adam’s guitar and ross’ bass sprinkling magic onto it. and then there are the drums—precise and clear and passionate. just like how george drums his fingers on his lap now, matching the beat of the song.   

when the song ends, there's a brief silence in the car. the weight of the notes and the sincerity in his eyes hang in the air, leaving you breathless.

"george," you finally whisper, "that was..."

“we finished it,” he smiles, looking down at his lap. “so we recorded it…”

“it’s…”

there you are once again, at a loss for words. almost certain that there might be actual tears in your eyes. 

“that was…”

“shit? derivative? lousy?” he tries to laugh it off, covering up a vulnerable moment with his jokes but you’d be damned if you let that happen. 

“perfect.” 

the words echoes around the car resoundingly. there’s no challenging your opinion. the song is perfect.

“and you listen to me once and for all george daniel, if you call that song names in front of me one more time, if i hear you call it shit and derivitive and lousy again—”

before you can finish your sentence, george leans forward, crashing his lips onto yours. there’s a crackle of electricity in the air around you, the slowing down of time as if you’re having an out-of-body experience. as if you are a fly on the wall watching two people giving into the magnetic pull between them. but george cups your cheek with his hand and you jolt back into your body. 

his lips are cool from the milkshake but the kiss is searing hot, teeth clashing against teeth. your bodies trying to get as close to each other as possible despite the gearstick between your seats. george tugs on your bottom lip, smiling wide as if he can’t help it—grinning ear to ear.

by the time you pull away, you’re both breathing heavily—practically panting. he doesn’t pull back entirely, instead he keeps his eyes closed and his forehead rested against yours. the grin stays on his face. wide and gorgeous and making him look so boyish. 

“um,” you start and break off into a quick laugh. 

"i've wanted to do that for quite some time now," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

“yeah?” 

“yeah.”

with some hesitation, george lets go of your face, opening his eyes to look at you a second later. 

“damn, sweetheart,” he sighs again, chuckling a little. “this is turning out to be a great joyride, huh…”

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[corpsebasil]

forced marriage to knight Nikolai au.

basis: going off the barmaid idea let’s say someone was harassing you and in order to defend you Nikolai lies and says he’s your husband. well guess what? now all the knights are stunned and think he’s being serious and he doesn’t know how to back down.

DRABBLLLLLE UNDER THE CUUUUUUT

You don’t know how you got here. One minute you were working at a tavern getting harassed to no end by some drunks and the next you’re sharing your cottage with a knight who you met only weeks before.

You know it’s for your safety; the men who were trying to paw at you were nasty brutes. Men who wouldn’t think twice before taking advantage of your sweet self. Men who would force themselves upon you if you refused.

Then there was Nikolai.

Sir Nikolai Lantsov, the captain of the royal guard for saint’s sakes.

He’d stepped into the argument quickly, his hand grabbing the wrist of the man that was reaching for your dress without your permission. ‘My wife’ was all you could hear before the men cleared out, Nikolai’s fellow knights gaping at him in shock.

You both had to keep up the ruse for your safety, you know? If word that Nikolai lied about your marriage came out then those men would surely seek you out. Without him being your big scary guard dog you’d be hurt, no doubt about it.

So now he’s in your home.

You’re washing the dishes when he comes inside, barely sparing you a quick ‘hello’ before setting his weapons down on a shelf, rolling his shoulders back to relax his muscles. He’s had a long day with his fellow knights patrolling the city and handling squabbles, all petty tasks that annoy him more than anything.

He’s supposed to be on a campaign. He had planned on leaving your town weeks ago but now, with your safety on the line, he’s taken up a post here so that he can keep the ruse up for as long as he can.

It doesn’t hurt that you’re beautiful. Or kind.

The minute you hear him set his weapons down you’re walking over, offering a glass of water to your ‘husband’. He accepts it with a nod, a small twitch of the mouth the only semblance of a smile you’re going to get.

“Thanks, Love.”

Love.

You’ll never get over how it feels to be close to him. The smell of him, how handsome he is, god. It feels like you’ve been permanently flustered since he interrupted the men at the bar, placing his hand on the small of your back and calling you his wife. You’d played along, leaning into him as soon as you realized this was the captain you were being rescued by.

It’s Nikolai Lantsov, sweetheart. Of course you trust him.

“Did you have a good day?” You ask quietly, watching him as he sets the glass down next to his weapons. His eyes, so fucking blue, are locked onto yours as he speaks.

“Mhmm.” He hums. “You?” He tilts his head thoughtfully before a small grin forms on his face. “Did my wife have a good day?”

You’ll never stop getting nervous every time he calls you ‘wife’. It doesn’t matter if it’s fake; it wouldn’t matter if it were real. You’re flustered and he knows it.

“Um..” you reply brilliantly. “I made fresh bread if you want some.”

“Hmm.”

“And there’s wine in the cabinet. And butter and..stuff.”

“Yeah? What else?”

“I made…jam.”

He snorts and you give him a shy smile. He’s amused at how adorable you look with your flushed cheeks and that look in your eyes every time you see him. He may not be your chosen husband but he sure seems like it.

“I got you something.” He tells you, guiding you gently by the waist back into the kitchen. “I think you’ll like it.”

“What is it?”

“Close your eyes.”

“Nik—”

“Close them, woman.” He teases, covering your eyes with a hand. You grin and extend your palm, waiting for whatever he brought you.

Then he surprises you.

When he removes his hand from your eyes and moves behind you, you tense. But then he’s moving your hair and clasping a necklace around your neck and you look down, surprised to see a beautiful gem on a chain.

“Nikolai you—” You spin around, clutching the large emerald in one hand as you look up at him. He’s watching you with a soft smile, his eyes never leaving yours. “This is too much. I cant—”

“You’re beautiful.” He blurts out, one hand moving to your waist as he watches you. “So beautiful.”

And when he leans down to kiss you, you let him.

He’s your husband after all.

#shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai x reader #shadow and bone imagine #wattpad #fluff #knight nikolai lantsov #sir nikolai lantsov

[kooruphobic]

HANDS OFF — jean kirschtein/reader

𓆩♡𓆪 notes : is this self-indulgent? yes. am i still going to publish it? ...yes. 𓆩♡𓆪 tags : modern au, jealousy, teasing, fluff and smut, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, oral sex, nipple play, finger sucking, name-calling, dirty talk, creampie, multiple orgasms, degradation, praise kink, thigh riding, begging, crying, overstimulation, cunnilingus, aftercare (kind of), mentioned eren yeager, jean is a little insecure

𓆩♡𓆪 word count : 3.8k

𓆩♡𓆪 summary : jean can't keep his hands off his girlfriend; you. so when you tell him to keep his hands off for the rest of the night, and in return, you'd let him do anything to you when you got home, he accepts your challenge. but jean has to take you home a little early because you can't stop teasing him.

𓆩♡𓆪 also posted on ao3

You swore you were going to kill whoever designed your dress. 

 For the past ten minutes, you struggled to pull up the zipper in the back. Mentally, you cursed yourself out for not picking the one without one. The zipper wasn’t even stuck on the fabric around the sides; it just wouldn't go up no matter how hard you tried.

Jean watched you struggle, offering to help but falling silent when you snapped at him and said no. You didn’t tell him no because you didn't want help; Jean just found it extremely hard to keep his hands off you once he touched you.

“You know, I can help. I won’t do anything, promise.”

“That’s what you said last time,” you huff, dropping your arms in defeat. “We were twenty minutes late to that restaurant. Do you know how many annoyed texts I got from Sasha?”

You feel Jean's arms wrap around your waist. “C’mon, just let me help.” 

“Jean, I swear to fucking god, get your hands off me.”

“You look so good in this dress,” he mutters, kissing along your neck, “but you would look better with it off.”

“Jean.”

“You can’t even zip it up all the way. It’s a sign from the universe.” He drags one of your dress straps down your shoulder.

“Jean.”

Jean presses his lips against yours, letting his hands roam across your body, tracing every curve and crevice. You try to push him away, but you find yourself wrapping your arms around his neck. Your legs go weak as he drags your dress strap further down your shoulder. He pushes you against your vanity, and your fingers find purchase in his hair. You pull him closer to you, but when Jean’s fingers begin to unhook your exposed bra, your phone starts buzzing.

You come to your senses and push him off you, glancing at your phone to see it’s Connie calling.

“Ignore it,” Jean says, reaching for your phone. You slap his arm away.

“I won’t answer, but you need to stop doing that.”

He smiles. “Doing what?” 

“You know what I fucking mean. My lipgloss is ruined ‘cause of you. Now help me zip up my dress, and let’s go.”

“Can you really blame me?” Jean sighs, reaching his hands up to your zipper and pulling it up. He readjusts your dress strap and places another kiss on your shoulder. “You’re too pretty.”

“I promise you can kiss me all you want when we get home,” you say, sliding off the vanity. 

“Can I do other things, too?”

“If you keep your hands off me all night, I’ll let you.”

“Challenge accepted.”

Business. That’s what Jean was focused on. Eren invited you both to a big party for his brother Zeke’s company, celebrating their latest success with new locations in another country. Jean didn’t pay much attention to the other details because he was too focused on you the entire time Eren talked to him. His words went in one ear and out the other. All he had in mind was that you both were here for business. That’s it.

Jean was confident at first. He didn’t hold your hand, didn’t put his hand on your thigh, or even bother to talk to you for half the night. Instead, he focused on catching up with his friends, who he hadn’t seen in so long. All that confidence was totally drained when you innocently walked up to him and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, then disappeared into the crowd without saying a word. He tried looking for you everywhere but didn’t find you until everyone sat down for dinner.

You and Jean sat together, with the rest of your friends. You tried to sit across from him rather than right next to him, but he moved as soon as you did, so you gave up and remained in your seat. 

“Why the fuck did you do that earlier?” he whispered.

“Do what?” you smiled at him. 

“You know what I fucking mean. I thought you said I needed to—”

“You haven’t failed, have you? I never said that I needed to keep my hands off, Jean. Just you.”

He struggled the rest of the night. You ran your hand along his thigh, kissed him when nobody was looking, and whispered how good he looked in his ear. You were driving him insane. Absolutely fucking insane. 

Jean really lost it when you grabbed his hand and placed it on your waist while you spoke to your friends. You told him, “It’s okay if I’m moving your hands, just don’t do anything else when I do.” 

He had to count in his head to keep himself from doing anything else. He only gave one-word responses whenever one of your friends questioned him. When one of your friends asked if you two were dating, you simply smiled and told her you were just good friends.

“We need to leave. Now,” Jean muttered when your friends walked away. 

“Hm, why?” you asked, turning to him.

He didn’t even give you a response. He just dragged you out of the building and shoved you into his car, staying silent the entire ride home.

“Do you think you’re fucking funny?” he says, slamming your bedroom door shut.

“What? What did I do?” you question, feigning innocence.

“Don’t play dumb with me. How is it fair that I can’t touch you, but you can?”

“Excuse me?” you retort. “How is it fair that you can touch me all you want and make us late when we actually have to go somewhere? You think that’s fucking fair—”

“You let me. Every single time, you let me. Don’t act like you don’t love the way I touch you.”

He’s right. You do love the way he touches you, and even though ever since you’ve gotten with him, he’s made you late for just about everything—you’d let him keep doing it. But there’s a part of you that wants to lie, a part of you that wants to keep your confidence and ego safe.

“Please. I fucking hate it. I heard Eren does it better,” you scoff, glaring at him.

A feeling of jealousy bubbles up within Jean. What the fuck are you mentioning Eren for?

“So you think of Eren every time I kiss you?” he asks, backing you up against your bedroom door. “You think of Eren every time I put my fingers inside you?” 

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from smiling. You rarely see Jean get angry, but when he does, he’s just so fucking hot.

“Maybe I do."

“And you’re thinking of Eren right now?”

“Maybe I am, Jean. What the fuck are you going to do about it?”

You tilt your head to the side, glaring up at him. You try to mask your nervousness with a confident smile. You’ve forgotten that Jean is extremely tall. Way taller than you. And the way he’s staring down at you could not possibly mean anything good is going to happen.

“Once I’m fucking done with you,” he whispers, “you’re gonna forget his name. Because the only name coming from your mouth will be mine.”

You open your mouth to say something, but your words are silenced and forgotten when Jean presses his lips against yours. He doesn’t waste his time being gentle. His arms wrap around your waist, and he slams you against the door, pressing you so hard against it you swear it would break. Your mind goes blank, and soon your thoughts are only him. You can only focus on his mouth, his touch, him. 

Your brain fails to register what happens in the next minute because your dress is suddenly on the floor, and you’re on the bed beneath him. His mouth is off yours, and you get the chance to breathe; in the next second, your breath is taken away again when he buries his face into your neck. You feel Jean’s lips, wet from your kiss, against your skin. You whine softly, but Jean still catches it. And then you feel him sucking, his teeth grazing, and his lips again, kissing the mark he’s made. The slight pain mixes with pleasure, sending shivers down your spine.

“You liked that, huh?” he teases, softly kissing the mark he’s made. 

“...No,” you lie.

“Really?” Jean brings one of his hands down to your panties, rubbing your slit through the fabric. “Cause your body’s telling me otherwise.”

“I’m not—” you can’t finish your sentence because he presses his finger against your clit, making you whine and squirm beneath him. He rubs small circles against it, applying more pressure every time you whimper. You close your eyes, trying to roll your hips forward to add to your pleasure.

“What’s wrong? It’s not enough?” he jeers. You whine and shake your head. “Use your words. Don’t get shy now.”

“You know what I want.”

“I don’t think I do. Look at me and tell me.”

Jean grabs your chin, and you open your eyes and look up at him. Your eyes are already begging for it, but when you open your mouth, those sweet pleas leave your lips, and he can’t help but give you what you want.

Jean tugs your panties down, kissing your inner thighs before sliding a finger over your slit. You’re already so wet; he slides two fingers in with ease. You clench around his fingers, and Jean can’t help but groan when you do. You’re so tight, so warm around his fingers. 

He keeps his fingers still for a few seconds before pumping them in and out of you, tantalizingly slow. You buck your hips against him, but he brings his free hand to your waist and holds you in place. Every time you squirm, trying to move your hips so he’d go deeper inside, he’d go even slower. 

“Please. Please, Jean. I’m sorry—”

“Are you really? Doesn’t seem like you are,” he says, tone calm. He rubs his thumb over your clit while keeping his fingers inside of you, relishing the way your thighs twitch. When you clench around him, he pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them to your mouth. You whine at the loss of contact but open your mouth for him, sucking and swirling your tongue around his fingers. “Bet you wish these were Eren’s fingers, huh?”

Your thighs clench at his words, and you shake your head as he removes his fingers from your mouth. He laughs mockingly, bringing his head down to your chest. His fingers skillfully unhook your bra, and he carelessly tosses it to the side. 

Jean moves his mouth to one of your tits. You shiver when you feel his tongue against your nipple. He blows slightly, and the cool air mixed with Jean’s saliva makes the soft bud harden.

Jean’s tongue runs over your nipple again before he takes the entirety of your breast in his mouth. Jean brings his free hand to the other, groping the soft flesh, flicking his finger over your hardening nipple. He sucks and licks harder on the other. You feel his teeth graze your nipple and gasp.

He switches with his hand, giving your other nipple the same attention he did as the first. When he’s done, and his mouth leaves your tit, a soft, lewd, pop sound fills the room.

“Jean,” you whine, pussy throbbing and needy, “please. Please just—”

“Shh. We’re getting there.” 

He places gentle kisses along your stomach, murmuring how pretty you are as he does. You shiver when he reaches between your thighs. Jean’s breath tickles your clit; then his mouth latches onto it, tongue circling. He grazes his teeth against it before placing kisses along your wet folds. “So fuckin’ wet for me,” he murmurs. You feel him lick along your slit, then his tongue prods your entrance, and he lingers there—teasingly—before he plunges his tongue into your warm, wet pussy. 

“F-fuck,” you moan, fingers finding purchase in his hair. Jean teases you, tongue-fucking you slowly, just as he did with his fingers. “More, please give me more.” 

To your surprise, he listens to you this time, and he begins to work his tongue faster inside of your pussy. Your thighs clench around him, earning a low groan from him. His voice sends shivers up your spine, and you shut your eyes, lost in the pleasure he’s giving you. 

When your thighs would clench around his head impossibly tighter, he removed his mouth from your wet pussy and sucked your clit before returning his tongue to where it was. He was stalling, stopping you from coming undone before him. It was torture. But he knew you loved it so much.

“Jean… Jean, I need to cum. Please, please let me—” you whine as he removes himself from you yet again, but this time, moving his head away from your thighs. He kisses you, shoving his tongue down your throat, so you know what you taste like. 

“You’ve been such a good girl so far,” he coos, kissing along your jaw, “just be good for a little while longer, okay?”

You nod, eyes flickering down to his pants. He was still fully clothed, and you were entirely bare for him. It made you feel a little embarrassed. 

“I want you to do something for me,” he whispers, pulling you up as he sits against the headboard, “I want you to ride my thigh.”

“...What?” your breath hitches in your throat, surprised at his sudden request. He had never asked you to do this before, not until today.

“You heard me.”

“But you still…have your clothes on.”

“Does it look like I care?” he repositions you, so you’re straddling his right thigh. “Ride my fucking thigh.”

Your swallow because, for some reason, your mouth has gone dry. Jean grabs your arms, places them around his neck, and looks at you expectantly. You avoid his gaze, experimentally grinding your hips against his thigh. You whine, pleasure shooting up into you, your pussy still sensitive and wet. 

“C’mon, you can do it,” Jean plants his hands on your waist. “Do it for me.”

You roll your hips again, harder this time, trying to create as much friction between his clothed thigh and your cunt as possible. Small whines and whimpers fall from your bruised lips as you rock back and forth, harder every time, trying to replicate the feeling of Jean inside you. He flexes his thigh, and even through the fabric of his pants, you can feel it. Jean smiles when you pull yourself closer to him, rutting yourself onto him like a bitch in heat.

“Keep going.” 

Jean’s words egg you on as you lay your forehead on his shoulder, losing yourself in pleasure. Jean watches—attentively, his pants feeling increasingly restrictive with every roll of your hips. As your hips stutter against him, he pushes you down into his thigh, watching your face contort in pleasure. A loud moan rips from your throat; your thighs clench, your pussy spasms around him, and waves of pleasure course through you as you ride your high out.

“Just like that. Good girl. Good fucking girl,” he groans. Jean kisses you for what seems like the hundredth time.

“Fuck. I just…”

“I know, I know,” he whispers, pulling you into him. “But I’m not done yet.”

“What? But I just came—”

Jean turns you over, pushing you down onto your back. In a second, his pants are discarded and forgotten on the floor, and he’s lifting your legs up so you can wrap them around his waist. “You have, but I haven’t. Take this as payback for pulling that shit tonight,” he grumbles. He tugs his boxers down, beads of pre-cum spilling from his tip. “You know how badly I wanted to fuck you when you kissed me? When everyone had their eyes off of us? I wanted to take you right then and there, fuck you while everyone watched. Give everyone at Zeke’s party a little show.” 

His words make you clench your thighs together. 

“You still thinkin’ about Eren?” Jean grunts, rubbing his tip against your sopping wet pussy. You try to respond; you’re still dizzy from your last orgasm. “Answer me, bitch.”

You shake your head, gazing at him through half-lidded eyes, pupils blown with lust. He scoffs, pushing himself inside of you, inch by inch. He could go all in if he wanted to because you’re so wet, but he decides to tease you; to make you feel every inch of him fill you up. “Maybe one day I’ll bring Eren over here. Have you suck him off while I fuck your tight pussy. I bet you’d like that, huh? Fucking slut.”

He’s gone from calling you a good girl to degrading you in a few minutes. Jean knows you like it. He knows you love it because he can feel your cunt squeeze around him at his words.

He finally bottoms out into you; a low, throaty groan rips from his throat. “F-fuck. You’re so fucking tight.”

Jean pushes himself impossibly deeper into you. He slides a hand under you and pulls you closer to him. Your pussy throbs, still sensitive. Jean fills you up so well. You feel so hot, so fucking hot, and Jean pulling you closer to him makes your skin feel like it's on fire.

“Jean…” you whine, eager for him to start moving. “Please. I need it so bad, please…”

He chuckles, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you what you want.”

He pulls his hips back so that his tip is barely inside you, making you whine, feeling so empty. But then he snaps his hips forward, groaning every time he does. He continues, thrusting in and out of you slowly—adoring how your eyes go wide every time his dick slams back inside you.

Jean tries to keep his slow pace, but you just feel so fucking good that he can’t. He begins to pick up the pace, slamming inside you over and over. Jean’s grip on your wrists tightens; you suck him in so well, like your pretty cunt was made for him.

Obscene sounds fill the room; the squelch of your tight, wet cunt and the sound of Jean’s hips slamming against yours. Jean lets go of your wrists and grabs the headboard of the bed, and once he does, he starts hitting that sweet spot inside of you that makes your vision blur. 

You squirm beneath him, hands gripping the bedsheets for dear life, failing to form coherent sentences from the pleasure. All you can moan is Jean’s name. His name rolls off your tongue—you keep repeating it, almost like a prayer.

Jean laughs when he hears you, smiling to himself as if he’s won some sort of prize. “Eren could never fuck you like this. You’re all mine. I’m the only one who can make you feel like this, huh? Moan my name louder.”

You oblige, squeezing around him as you do. It makes Jean actually moan, something you rarely hear. 

“Fuck. I’m gonna fill you up with my cum. I’d bet you’d like that, huh? And when we go see your friends again, you can go ahead and tell them we’re just ‘good friends’ while my cum is practically spilling out of your fucking pussy.” 

Your jaw goes slack; you’re unable to say Jean’s name. Tears blur your vision as he slams into you impossibly harder. You can feel every inch of him inside you, every slam of his hips. There’s a familiar feeling in your core, like a knot about to be untied. You try to say something, but all that comes out is a broken sob as he pounds into you. You try and meet him halfway with his thrusts, bucking your hips forward in a feeble attempt to cum.

“Shit,” Jean hisses, “don’t cum yet. Cum with me. I’m so close just—just hold on a little longer, okay?”

Jean feels the way you flutter around him. He swallows and notices the tear that rolls down your cheek. He feels a sense of guilt settle in his chest, but it also turns him on to know you’re crying because he’s making you feel good. 

Jean’s rhythm grows sloppy and inconsistent, and you can feel his cock twitch inside you. That sends you reeling over the edge. White hot sparks of pure pleasure course through you, coming at you nonstop as Jean continues to pump into you. You feel your limbs weaken as strings of broken moans leave your mouth.

Jean thrusts into you one last time, forceful and hard, before coating your insides with his cum. He moans, letting go of the headboard and slumping on top of you. 

“Fuck,” he breathes. “Fuck…”

Jean pulls himself off you, watching the cum dribble out of you. He brings his mouth to your pretty cunt, tongue collecting the mix of both your fluids on his tongue. You twitch at the sensation, still sensitive but too fucked out to give a proper response.

“C’mere,” Jean says, pulling you towards him. He kisses you—softly this time—and you can taste yourself on his tongue. He then kisses you along your collarbone, whispering compliments. “You did so well for me.”

“Jean…” you mutter, body feeling weak.

“Hm?”

“You should get mad more often.”

He laughs and pulls you closer to him, absentmindedly tracing nonsensical shapes along your skin. He falls silent for a few moments. “Did you really mean what you said? About Eren, I mean. And hating my touch.”

You roll your eyes. “If I hated how you make me feel, do you think we would be here right now? And of course, I didn’t mean what I said about Eren. I’m dating you for a reason, y’know.”

“Can you tell me you love me?” he asks.

“Jean. You’re being ridiculous.”

“Please.”

You sigh and press a soft kiss on his cheek. “I love you.”

Jean doesn’t smile, but you see his eyes light up when you say it. “Okay, now that you’ve said that, can I ask you something else?”

“What?”

“Can you ride my thigh again?”

“...You’re kidding, right?”

“I thought you loved me.”

“Jesus Christ, Jean,” you grumble. “You’re so lucky I can’t feel my legs right now. Because I would have walked out the door.” 

“...So will you?”

You give him a judging look, but there’s a pleading look in his eyes that you can’t ignore. “Fine. I will. But you have to help me.” 

“Anything for you,” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Yeah, you're definitely going to kill whoever designed your dress.

𓆩♡𓆪 notes : got a lil lazy at the end, but this fic idea literally popped into my head at 3 in the morning and i just had to write it. my other wips are definitely death staring me rn...

hope you enjoyed!

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Touch me gently

Tess Servopoulos x Joel’s daughter!reader

Prompt ( summarised ) - Joel’s daughter reader who is in love with/ secretly dating Tess. Reader is a virgin and it’s their first Time, possibly AU. Also paired with a similar request from devnmon: ‘ okay so hear me out: mom’s best friend!tess taking your virginity uhm… 🧎‍♀️’

A/N- first off. To clarify. Readers age is not exactly specified but they are 20+. Original promoter asked for reader to be 18 and that felt too icky for me. But yk. It’s self insert. Do what you will, but it is mentioned that reader is an adult and somewhere in their 20s. Anyways. I was actually happy to have this change for some gentle smut. You guys just wanna get fuckin body slammed by her, let her be soft! 😭💀 I twisted the prompt around quite a bit honestly. But. Here we are. This is a no outbreak au. Only proof read once.

Warnings- 18+ || implied age gap, Virgin/inexperienced reader, and the awkwardness that comes with it, smut: oral ( r receiving), fingering ( t and r receiving ) /mutual masterbation

Word count- 6.8k

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated/ encouraged <3

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You’d never really thought you’d be one for keeping secrets. Especially from Joel. As far as father-daughter bonds went, you liked to think yours was pretty damn strong. Your mother had left you before your baby brain could even attempt to form memories, so all you’d ever known was Joel. And you were quite content with that. You were incredibly close.

So there was never a reason to keep secrets. Not until she turned up.

Tess.

Tess had shown up one random Wednesday in the middle of June. You’d looked an absolute sight. The sweltering Texas summer was settling in and you were sat in front of an electric fan, Joel’s old shirt and a pair of pyjama shorts your choice of attire, hair scraped off your face as much as possible. Very much not expecting company any time soon and just trying to remember a time when you were cool, and not melting your face off.

And then Joel had come home, early rather than late for once, with her in tow.

You’d actually been a little shell shocked. Even now though you still weren’t entirely certain if it was because she was looking at you whilst you looked like some feral dog that had just been plucked from a pet shelter, or because you were quite certain you fell in love on sight. Maybe it was both.

It was probably both.

She looked a little out of place in your cosy, sickeningly Texan home. In her neat pant suit. All tailored lines and somehow not even breaking a sweat. You didn’t think you or Joel had ever owned anything that… crisp. You had come to learn over the time of knowing her that that was purely a work look, and she was just as rugged and down to earth as you and Joel were. But still. In the moment… she was like a shiny new Penny. And you were a magpie with its eyes locked on the glimmering thing from a distance.

“ this is my daughter, who I told you about. Kiddo come say hi. This is Tess “ you were pretty sure it’d taken you a little longer than socially acceptable to move, very much staring. Jaw slightly agape “ hello? Anyone home? “ you’d scrambled to your feet and made some attempt to look a little more presentable.

He’d explained how she had moved in across the street, and he had offered to price up some work for her. You could barely string a sentence together to properly introduce yourself. You’d never seen anyone like her. All sharp features that almost bordered on being harsh, but her eyes were soft. Warm. And they were looking right back at you.

Joel and her had become friends pretty quickly. In fact you’d teased him at first for having a crush on her, even if it did sound a little bitter from time to time. Because you had a crush on her. A really fucking big one. And wouldn’t that just be a kick in the teeth if your dad started dating her? You’d be like something out of one of those crappy books youd read. Falling in love with your… would she be your stepmom? You did not want to be thinking about that.

At all.

But thankfully it turns out that even if Joel did have a little something for her, it was well and truly pointless.

“ She’s not exactly into.. my type “ he’d said when you’d subtly tried to bring it up as you sat ready for a movie night one time.

“ contractors? “

“ yeah. She’s got this god damned grudge against contractors “ he’d said with a mock look of seriousness before laughing and swatting your arm playfully “ no. She ain’t into guys. That’s why she’s moved here, divorced her wife. Last year. Wants a new start and all that- are you gonna make that popcorn or not? “

And that had really set things in motion.

It was like you’d been permanently stood at a red light since she’d arrived, engine revving and ready to speed forward and see if you were delusional about the way she always looked at you or not. And now? Now it was flashing green, telling you to go.

You’d made every excuse possible to go across the street to her house, tailing after Joel when he started work, eventually popping around on your own accord with cookies or the offer to share some takeout together because Joel was working late.

You couldn’t remember the exact moment it had finally pushed past slightly awkward flirting, some random night 6 months down the line when you’d ended up showing her around your room after she’d turned up at the front door. You were a little tipsy and you regretted ever picking up a glass to this day. Because it had made your brain foggy so that you couldn’t quite remember the exact moment she’d kissed you. Or had you kissed her? Either way it didn’t matter. You’d kissed.

She’d broken it off suddenly, rambling apologies and an excuse to get out of the house- much to your confusion. Then you hadn’t seen her for over a week. Avoiding you completely until you grew bored of it and knocked on her door relentlessly until she’d answered you. Maybe you’d looked a little insane. But what else were you supposed to do?

She’d eventually invited you in and after a mildly awkward discussion- and another kiss- you’d finally come to the agreement that you were both idiots.

That had all been 8 months ago. And now you were sneaking around like a pair of lovesick teenagers.

It felt odd keeping it from your dad. He’d known about every awkward part of your slightly lack lustre love life. From the awkward kiss of your then boyfriend at prom, to the first time you’d kissed a girl, to the hideous break up with said girl on your 21st birthday of all days.

He accepted and listened and understood it all, being the mother you’d never known and the father you had all in one. But something told you he wouldn’t quite understand this one.

She wasn’t all the different in age than he was. Somewhere in her early 40s? He wouldn’t understand it. Not at all. He’d go all ‘protective dad’ mode you knew it. You were grown ass adult yet he still looked at you like you were 13. In his eyes you probably always would be.

You wanted to tell him, you really did. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You couldn’t risk the highly likely chance that he wouldn’t get it, make it even harder to spend time with her. It could ruin everything. Not just with you and Tess, but with you and him.

You couldn’t put that at risk.

So sneaking around had become the norm for you both. Sometimes you could get away without even needing to make an excuse, when she’d come over to see Joel for one of their beer and card nights with Tommy and she’d excuse herself for a moment and seek you out. Or when Joel was out at work and you go across the road to visit.

It wasn’t ideal. But it was working for the most part. So you weren’t going to mess with the flow.

Even if it didn’t always work out exactly as you wanted. Like the present night. Joel had been lacking in work for most of the week and you’d barely had chance to see Tess, so when he’d finally gotten some work and said he’d be home late you’d jumped at the chance. You’d made some story up about your friend breaking up with her boyfriend, needing you to go over and see her. That you’d probably stay the night.

In reality you’d simply crossed the street when you’d finished work and had been there all evening. She’d clearly missed you as much as you had missed her, she’d barely let go of you since you’d arrived.

You couldn’t actually recall how long you’d been in the current situation, sat in her lap half undressed, lips swollen from how much she had kissed you. Things were progressing a little more than they normally did. Your sundress had been pushed from your upper half, hanging around your waist, and you didn’t even know where you’d thrown her tshirt.

You’d never gone further than that. With her or anyone. You usually made some excuse to stop before she could strip you out of anything else. Any excuse of Joel being home soon, of needing to get home to bed. Anything.

Its not that you didn’t want to. God did you want to. You thought about it constantly. How many times had it been that you’d woken up with your underwear ruined, or found your mind drifting off when it was quiet at work, daydreaming about her with every silent moment you got.

You were just… scared. Because she was older. She knew more. She’d been married for fucks sake, she obviously knew what she was doing. What if you were bad at it? What if she broke up with you the day after because she couldn’t believe how awful you were? It all boiled down to the same situation as it did with Joel. You didn’t want to put what you had in the present at risk.

You’d grown too attached. Too used to having her around. To being with her. You couldn’t and wouldn’t do anything to jeopardise that. No matter how badly you wanted it.

She wanted it too. You could tell. Simply from the way one of her hands was fiddling loosely with the back of your bra and the other squeezing softly at the flesh of your ass. She never did anything without asking you first. Would never push you. And you wondered if you finally had the courage to go after what you wanted. You’d already been braver than you thought and something was yelling at you in your head, telling you to stop being so stupid. To go after what you wanted.

But another part was telling you no. Some deep rooted anxiety that it could ruin everything threatening to overwhelm you.

“ are you okay? “ she asked suddenly, pulling you out of your head and lifting her face from where she’d been working at your neck. She’d become quite the expert at leaving trails of love bites just out of the sight of Joel. Always placing them where your shirt would hide them from view. But still in a place you could see them, could trail your fingers over the blossoms of bruises in the mirror and remember how her lips felt.

“ sorry- yeah I just- “ you sighed, a mixture of frustration and embarrassment on your face “ sorry “ Tess frowned and reached up, brushing her fingers across your cheek and tucking some stray hairs behind your ear.

“ want me to stop? You look tired “ you shook your head and ran a hand over your face “ what’re you thinking about? Come on. Tell me “ You debated telling her. Fear of embarrassment looming over your head making it harder to voice your thoughts “ if it’s too much- “

“ no. No. It’s not I just. Look can I tell you something? But you can’t laugh “ she raised an eyebrow but nodded.

“ you can tell me anything. You know that “ you avoided her eyes, tracing your fingers lightly over her collarbones instead and across the faint white mark of a scar. One day you’d ask her how she’d got it.

“ I know you want- want us- well. You know… and I want to as well it’s just. I’ve never like- god this is so embarrassing “ you groaned hiding your face in your hands.

“ ohh “ Tess said softly, clearly all her confusion suddenly vanishing like a mist clearing “ never? “

“ don’t laugh “ you groaned, dropping your face onto her shoulder making her chuckle. She cradled your head with her hand and ran the other lightly up and down your spine, instantly relaxing you.

“ I’m not laughing baby. It’s not a bad thing. Look we don’t have to if you don’t- “

“ no “ you said a little too quickly, lifting your head again. I want to. Just… slow. Yeah? “ her eyes ran over your face for a few moments, clearly looking to see if you were completely certain. So you leaned forward and kissed her, telling her without having to actually say it out loud.

“ only if you’re sure “ she said quietly against your lips, brushing hers against yours.

“ I’m sure “ you whispered.

She gave another small nod and dropped her head again, her lips back on your neck but gentler. Soft, wet, open mouthed kisses across your neck and your chest . Pushing at your bra strap as she went, following the path across your shoulder with her lips. You felt all the anxiety melting away, your bones turning to mush.

Her hands were everywhere, soft and gentle in their exploration as they slid up your back, holding you close against her as she worked at easing you into a completely relaxed state.

You realised that as much as your fear had been prominent only a few moments ago, it was almost nonexistent now. There was still that heavy, anxious weight lingering in your chest. But only barely. Enough that you could ignore it and focus on the stronger emotions, the desire. The lust. The way it felt to know that you were desired. That she lusted for you. That she loved you.

“ can I take this off? “ she asked softly, her hands trailing lightly over the lace material of your bra. She squeezed softly and you were desperate to know what her fingers would feel like without the material in the way.

“ yes “ she removed your dress completely first, pulling it over your head from the spot it had been looked in around your waist. Then her fingers were nimble as she reached around and unhooked the clasp, sliding your bra from your shoulders and dropping it down beside her. Your eyes fell closed again, feeling so incredibly exposed. Vulnerable. But also… safe. Knowing that there wasn’t a single other soul on earth you’d be comfortable sitting there like that with.

“ so beautiful “ Tess whispered, her warm hands cupping your tits in her hands and pressing a kiss to your jaw. It felt strange to feel her hands on you in a place they had never been, squeezing and caressing. Nipples pebbling beneath her fingers as she whispered sweet things in your ear, not really even taking in what she was saying but relaxing at the low hum of her voice.

You felt a little strange being so undressed when she wasn’t. So before your anxiety could overwhelm you, you gingerly reached out for her. Pawing awkwardly at her own bra in some silent request to get her to take it off too.

She got the hint and you felt her smile against your skin, reaching behind her to remove it and adding it to the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor.

“ that better? “ she asked and you nodded, reaching out with cautious hands, touching softly. She let you explore, let you touch her, watched you as you looked in awe at the way her nipples hardened under your fingertips. She sat there far more confidently than you were, you silently hoped you’d be that confident in front of her one day.

You were surprised at the way touching her so intimately made you feel. How it made you squirm lightly where you were sat in her lap. She seemed to notice, smiling and sliding her hands around your back to pull you in closer, her lips back on your skin.

Her chest pressing against yours and her lips caressing every inch they could reach, made your own lips part in a blissful sigh. Her skin so soft against yours, burning hot and prickling with desire in every place that your bodies connected. It felt… romantic though too. She wasn’t speaking yet you knew how much she loved you, how deeply she was attempting to show it.

It almost confused you how you could mingle such deep affection with the ever growing presence of you lust for her.

You could hardly sit still, your cunt begging to be touched. The fabric of your underwear offering not even the lightest amount of friction.

And she’d barely done anything to you. You wondered if you should be embarrassed. Or if she’d like it.

She seemed to pick up on your restlessness and she looked up at you again.

“ baby, lie down for me? Let me help you? “ she asked, cupping your face in her hands and peppering kisses across your cheeks. You let her lay you down, hands never leaving you for even a second. Kissing you as you sank into the soft pillows of her bed, the smell of her shampoo and her perfume that lingered in her sheets filling your senses.

She ran her hands across your hips and squeezed softly at your thighs, silently appreciating every part of your body that she could get to. Even though the Summer heat of the day had dissipated now that night had fallen, the room still felt stiflingly hot. Your skin burning in every place that she touched you. Or maybe you were imaging it. You couldn’t tell.

She sat back, taking a moment to look down at you, her eyes trailing slowly along your body. You found you didn’t feel even remotely self conscious now, the things you didn’t like about yourself and usually poured over in the mirror no longer bothered you. Not when she was looking at you like that. Not when she was gazing down at you like you were a piece of art. Looking at you as if you were the moon and the stars combined.

“ so perfect. Look at you “ she said it almost blissfully, like she couldn’t quite believe you were right there in front of her “ you’re so beautiful, did i tell you that? “ you smiled as she leant back over you brushing her lips over yours lightly.

“ you’ve mentioned it once or twice “

“ well do you believe me? “ your silence was her answer “ then I’ll tell you until you do “ your cheeks flushed and you couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face as she kissed you again. You’d never tire of kissing her. Never tire of the feeling of her nose bumping yours, her teeth nipping at your bottom lip, the taste of her. You’d kiss her until you were dizzy, desperate for air “ or I can show you? Do you want me to? “

You didn’t need to think about it, simply whispered a yes and felt your heart beat faster in your chest.

She trailed her lips down your chest, between the valley of your breasts stopping for a moment to smother them in kisses too. Her tongue hot and wet as she licked at your nipple before entrapping it between her lips. It sent sparks straight to your already throbbing clit, making you wonder if they’d always been that sensitive. Or if she was just working magic.

“ feels good? “The cool air from her breath against your wet skin sent goosebumps prickling across your chest and she smiled giving the same attention to the other.

“ mhm. Yeah “

She soon continued downwards and across the soft skin of your belly, making you shiver as she reached your underwear, her lips pressing softly just above the cotton material keeping your cunt covered from view. Your heart was pounding in your chest, head racing with ridiculous thoughts of if what you had to offer her was good enough. Pretty enough. Would it look right? Weird? Would she think about how much better her wife’s was?

“ stop panicking “ she said, suddenly moving back up above you “ baby “ she cupped your face in her hand, brushing her thumb across your cheekbone “ we don’t have to do this. I can stop “

“ no. No. I want to. Just nervous “ she gave you a warm smile and nodded before pressing a kiss to your forehead

“ I know. But it’s just me. I’m not gonna hurt you “

“ I know “ she scanned your face with her eyes, reading you in a way you wished you could do to her. Maybe you would with time.

“ just tell me. If you need me to stop. Okay? “

“ yes “ she kissed you again, not moving back down until she felt your tension melting away again. And when she did move back down your body, planting herself between your legs, your bones were mush again. She ran her hands softly along your thighs, goosebumps following in their wake.

“ can see how wet you are “ she said with a smile, your face burning as she brushed her fingers over the soaked cotton. Had you really soaked your panties through? Your face was on fire, but you shivered at the barely there feel of her fingers ghosting over your soaked cunt “ can I take these off baby? “

You nodded embarrassingly quickly but she didn’t say anything, simply hooked her fingers into the material and carefully pulled them down your legs, dropping them onto the floor. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see her reaction as she placed her hands back onto your thighs again.

“ don’t hide from me. Let me see you “ it took you a moment and the gentle coaxing of her fingers on the squishy flesh of your thighs, but she managed to make you move. She pushed your legs apart, another shiver slivering up your spine as the air in the room hit your wetness. She took a sharp intake of breath and you mentally prepared yourself for some Excuse for her to stop. But of course it never came “ Jesus you’re so fuckin wet”

She sounded almost amazed. That it was shocking that you could ever possibly be so aroused by her. Which made you wonder if she was having thoughts just as ridiculous as your own. You still couldn’t open your eyes, so you gasped when your felt her press a soft kiss to the inside of the thigh, lips drawing closer and closer inwards.

“ this okay? “

“ yeah “ it came out as barely a whisper, too focussed on the feel of her lips working at the soft untouched skin of your thighs. Then the cool sensation of her breath fanning over your cunt, your clit throbbing in a way that it never had before. Silently begging for something you couldn’t ask her for. Simply because you didn’t know.

You felt so exposed. Laying there completely bare for her, her face so close to you in the most intimate place possible. So close you could feel her soft breathing on your skin.

Her fingers were on you then, gently parting you like the petals of a rose.

“ so. Fuckin beautiful like this “ Tess whispered, making you squirm a little under her gaze “ prettiest pussy ever “

“ Tess “ you whined her name in embarrassment and she chuckled lightly, pressing another soft kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“ remember to tell me to stop if it’s too much “ you whispered a yes and gasped as you felt her tongue lick a slow and gentle line from your dripping entrance up to your clit. It was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. Unlike anything you could ever possibly have imagined.

You were pretty good at staying silent usually. You’d practically trained yourself to not make a sound incase Joel heard you. So the soft moan that escaped your throat took you by surprise , embarrassment flooding your face and making you try to close your legs. But she held you carefully in place

“ don’t be embarrassed. It’s just us here. You don’t need to be quiet. It’s okay baby. I want to hear you, so I know you’re doing okay. Yeah? “ she moved back in, her actions so small and gentle, circling your clit with her tongue in a way that drew a string of soft sounds out of you. You let your eyes flutter open, looking down at her desperate to see what she looked like.

You found her eyes already watching you, focussed firmly on your face as she set your entire body trembling with her actions. Your entire body tingled from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, mesmerised by the sight of her face buried between your legs.

You’d had dreams about it, had seen it behind closed eyes as you silently touched yourself in the shower or in bed at night. But nothing could’ve prepared you for the real thing. Nothing could’ve made you feel as good as she was. Her tongue touching places that no one else ever had, lips suckling at your clit in a way that made you see stars.

“ you taste so good “ she said, detaching herself from you for a moment and soothing a hand over your trembling legs “ you’re doing so well baby. Want me to keep going? “

“ yes. Yes. Please. Please more “ she smiled and immediately went back to her previous actions, drawing another high pitched moan from your throat. Your head fell back again, the blinding hot pleasure she was giving you far too overwhelming to focus on looking at her anymore. She stayed slow. Soft. Gentle. Easing you closer and closer to the edge, tightening the knot deep in your belly.

You wondered how you had ever lasted this long in life without feeling like that. Though you doubted anyone else in the world could do it like her. Surely not a single other person on earth could make you feel the way she was, you were ruined for life. No one would ever compare, no one could ever make you feel better than that you were sure of it.

“ Tess “ you whimpered her name, not even sure what you were asking her for.

“ you okay? Talk to me baby? “

“ yeah I just… yeah “ she soothed her hand up your body and gently grasped your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze “ please don’t stop “

“ I’ve got you baby. I got you “ she kept a hold of your hand and went back to her previous actions, lapping at your seemingly never ending arousal dripping from your entrance. You could hardly stay still, squirming in the sheets and feeling her fingers press lightly into your thigh to keep you in place. You squeezed her hand tightly, brain going foggy as she sucked a little harder.

You finally felt something that was familiar to you after a few more moments, the pressure and tightening.

You’d never been able to make yourself come that fast and you weren’t sure if you should be embarrassed or not. Especially when you involuntarily lifted your hips from the bed, some silent request for her not to stop. She squeezed your thigh lightly, acknowledging your needs without needing to speak.

“ I think I’m gonna- “

“ I know. It’s okay. Go ahead, show me how beautiful you look when you come for me “ a few more gentle flicks of her tongue was all it took, sounds you’d never heard yourself make falling past your lips as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. You’d never come so hard before, shaking and twisting your hands into the bed sheets as she worked you through every single second. It seemed to last forever, a deep burning in your veins making your entire body feel blistering hot but still making you shiver.

You were trembling as you finally relaxed, body going slack against the sheets as she soothed her hands over your legs. She was whispering something but your ears were ringing too loudly to hear her properly, a stupid dopey smile spreading its way across your face.

She reappeared at your side, propping herself on her elbow beside you and trailing her fingers in patterns across your stomach.

“ how you doing baby? “

“ so good “ you sighed, a small laugh bubbling past your lips “ so fuckin good “

“ you did so well. Proud of you “ you reached up for her face, pulling her down to kiss you. You could taste yourself on her lips and it shouldn’t have made you feel the way it did. Desire swirling in your veins again and making you squeeze your legs together.

It made you want to taste her. To make her feel the way she had made you feel. But you didn’t think you’d be particularly good at that. Not yet. But there were other ways. Other ways you had at least an inkling on how to do, practicing on yourself for so long had to be some use to her.

“ Tess “ you practically moaned against her lips, the thought of touching her making you almost dizzy with lust “ would you… can you show me. Like how to- I wanna make you feel good too… you know… make you feel good. Maybe? Please? “ she smiled almost sympathetically at your embarrassed attempt to ask her for guidance. She brushed your hair away from your face and nudged her fingers under your chin

“ you don’t have to. I won’t make you. It’s your first time and that was a lot- “

“ but I want to. Please. You just need to show me cause- please Tess “ she seemed to deliberate it for a moment, her eyes scanning over your face before giving a small nod. She was a sucker for you. It never took her much to give in to whatever you wanted.

“ alright. But. Maybe somethin a little easier to start, yeah? “ you nodded, thankful that you didn’t have to actually tell her you were terrified of repeating what she’d just done to you.

You wondered if she was wet. If she was as wet as you. What would she feel like, what would she taste like on your fingers. How would she sound when she came. Could you even make her finish?

“ do you ever touch yourself? “ your cheeks flushed as she cut off your panicked thoughts. You nodded “ it’s just the same “ she took your hand in hers and gently guided you down between her legs, shifting slightly so you could see her more. You moved to get a better view, no shame in wanting to see her better.

She guided your hand down to touch her, your lips parting in awe as you realised she was wet. Maybe even as wet as you had been.

Yet you hadn’t touched her. You hadn’t done anything really. She was simply that wet from giving you pleasure. From looking at you. Touching you. Tasting you. It sent another moan slipping past your lips.

You felt her breath stutter, falling against your cheek, as you brushed your fingers over her clit.

“ how do I… how do I know if you like it. Help me? “ you whispered, eyes still glued on where you were curiously touching her.

You startled slightly as her fingers brushed over your still sensitive clit, pushing through your folds and moving down to circle your dripping hole.

“ tell me to stop if you need me to but just, copy me. Okay? “ she started rubbing slow circles onto your clit , your own hand halting for a moment as you got your bearings again before copying.

“ like that? “ you were slightly breathless, the feeling of your sensitive clit being touched again stealing all the air from your lungs “ Tess? “

“ like that. Like that “ you wondered if she was as tightly strung as you were. You wondered if she had been thinking about this night for months like you had. Had she lay in bed at night, hand toying with her cunt and thinking about you? Had she desperately gotten off to the thought of tasting you or having you taste her? You wanted to know what she looked like when she came. Wanted to see her face relax with bliss, hear the sounds she would make.

“ fuck that’s so good “ you whined, trying to focus as best you could on moving your fingers and not getting distracted by the masterful way she was touching you.

“ wanna try something a little more? “ curiosity won out and you nodded. A slightly pathetic whimper of a sound bubbled past your lips as she moved her fingers down, circling your entrance slowly “ I think you can take two, yeah? “ she slowly pushed past the resistance at your entrance, your mind blanking at the odd feeling. It felt so different to when you did it yourself. Maybe her fingers longer or bigger. You didn’t know. But she seemed to be reaching places you hadn’t even known were there.

“ f-fuck “ you breathed out, trying to refocus yourself on the task at hand. Trying to remember you were supposed to be making her feel good now. But you faltered again as she curled her fingers, hitting some devastating part of you that had your eyes falling closed “ Tess”

“ you okay? I can stop “

“ no. Fuck. No just. You’re distracting me “ you said with a soft laugh, pressing your face into her neck with a smile.

“ you asked me to show you “ you could hear the smile in her voice and she pressed a kiss to your head “ you can try now. I’ll let you “ you looked down at where your own hand still hadn’t really moved and you did as she had. Cautious, soft hands, your fingertips running over every part of her, tracing along the slick folds and ridges of her cunt. Marvelling in how different it felt to feel her under your fingers instead of yourself.

She let you be curious, let your hands wander and explore. Let you be silently vulnerable and inexperienced with no judgment at all. She made small noises into your hair, small quick intakes of breath when you brushed over her clit, a gentle hum of a sound when you swirled your finger softly around her entrance. Gathering her arousal on the pads of your fingers and feeling her muscles contract beneath them.

You wanted to taste her too. In the same way she had done to you. But you didn’t quite feel brave enough for that yet. So you copied what she had just done to you, gently pushing your fingers into the welcoming warmth of her cunt.

“ you’re so soft “ you murmured more to yourself than her, awestruck at the feeling of her velvety soft walls fluttering around the intrusion of your fingers. She sighed blissfully, sucking you in until you couldn’t go any further.

“ that’s it baby “ her fingers shifted inside of you again, reminding you she was still there. You’d gotten so caught up in her you’d almost forgot.

“ u-upwards? “ you asked as she curled her fingers inside of you, making your breath stutter

“ mhm that’s right “ you did as she did, curling your fingers until she let out a soft moan, her face still pressed against your hair “ you got it “ you copied the rhythm she did, the feeling of her wet warmth clenching around your fingers paired with the way your own cunt fluttered and contracted around hers… it was almost too overwhelming.

The entire thing felt so unbelievably erotic yet so beautifully intimate. Your face still nuzzled into her neck, peaking slightly at the way your fingers disappeared inside of her. Her face pressed into your hair, stuttered breaths and soft moans. The sensuality of being wrapped up and pressed against her, working at each other in a steady rhythmic pace. The almost pornographic wet, sopping sounds coming from the both of you. Unsure exactly which of you it was.

You’d never felt so vulnerable yet so safe. So loved. So cherished. Like you two where the only people alive, simply intent on making the other feel good, drawing each other closer and closer to the edge.

Her hand shifted a little, her thumb pressing lightly against your clit in a way that made you gasp. You didn’t quite have the same precision as she did, your hand at an awkward angle and you felt her smile against you.

“ keep up what you were doing. Feels so good, you’re doing so fuckin well. Keep going baby “ you did as she asked, holding onto her arm as you felt her abusing a deliciously perfect spot inside of you.

“ god don’t stop “ you whined, pressing your face further into her neck. Not sure how you were supposed to handle all the new feelings she was evoking in you.

You came first, which you had expected. Trapping her hand between your legs and clenching your eyes shut as you came over her fingers, moaning and whimpering as she made sure to draw it out for as long as possible.

“ that’s it baby. Fuck you look so pretty when you come for me, let me hear you. That’s it “ she coaxed you through every single second, whispering an abundance of praise and love into your ear as you came down.

You winced lightly when she withdrew her fingers, suddenly feeling empty at the loss of her inside of you.

“ holy shit “ you breathed out as you caught your breath “ I don’t think I can do that to you “ you said with a small laugh, remembering you still needed to get her off “ I wanna make you feel that good. Tell me more. Help me? “

You were entranced as you watched her start circling her own clit with her fingers that were still coated in you, the two of you mingling together in a way that made your face flush so violently red you went light headed. You continued curling your fingers in the same way she had, even chancing scissoring them open like she had done to you. You practically beamed when you made her moan, knowing you were the one causing those sounds.

“ that’s it baby, keep doing that. Just like that for me okay? “ you nodded, dumbfounded and unable to speak as you watched her touch herself, your fingers still moving inside of her and hitting the spot that made her moan in a way that went straight to your over sensitive cunt.

“ am I doing it right? “

“ mhm. You’re doing so well. So well baby. Almost there “

The feeling of her coming on your fingers was something otherworldly. The sounds she made, the way her warm walls clamped around you to keep you where she wanted you. It drew another moan from your own mouth. You kept up your actions until she gently pushed at your hand, a small laugh leaving her throat

“ too much baby. You can stop “ you withdrew your fingers, awestruck at the sticky residue she’d left on your fingers, the blissful and content look on her face.

She pulled you close against her, shuffling down so that you could lay your head on her chest and press soft kisses to your forehead.

You were both quiet, basking in the afterglow, content to just be together. Your slick skin slipping against each other as you shuffled to get impossibly closer to her. You could hear her heart beating steadily in her chest, her fingers trailing up and down your side lightly. The room was sticky and hot, sex filling the air. But you felt perfectly comfortable, safe.

And if your worst fears were to come true and she decided you were horrendous at getting her off. Then you’d be quite happy that that had been the first and the last. You’d never felt more at peace.

“ how are you feeling? “ she asked after a few minutes, when sleep was starting to seep into your bones “ you did so well. Sure you’ve never done it before? “ you giggled and shook your head

“ never. I promise “

“ and how do you feel now that you have?”

“ perfect “ you whispered not even embarrassed at how cheesy it sounded, not needing a second to even think about your answer “ and tired. So fuckin tired “ she smiled at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“ shower first. Then you can sleep. Trust me. You’ll regret it in the morning if you don’t “ she chuckled and patted your arm lightly to make you sit up. You watched her walk around the bed, stretching her arms up above her head and groaning slightly as she stretched out her aching muscles. It felt… domestic. The way she was so unbelievably comfortable around you, showering together, sharing the bed afterwards. It made your heart pang.

You watched her as she walked around to your side of the bed with no shame, very much ogling her without a care. Even when she caught you “ enjoying the view? “

You were. You absolutely were. And you hoped you’d get to enjoy it for quite a while longer.

#sorry I’m late #pls don’t be salty #tess servopoulos #tess servopoulos x reader #the last of us #tlou #the last of us fanfic #Joel miller #smut #fluff #x you #Anna torv #Joel’s daughter!reader #lesbian #tlou hbo #Tess tlou

[marcskywalker]

merthur au/prompts I can't stop thinking about (@ fic writers)

arthur being magic positive and hiding it from merlin. I spoke more about it here and @neupulman wrote this amazing fic based on it but omg this idea lives in my head RENT FUCKING FREE and I'd love as many fics written on it as possible

merlin being cursed (or wtv) and temporarily loses his magic. He grows insanely controlling of arthur cause he feels like he can no longer protect arthur from danger if he doesn't have magic and is constantly trying is order him around. no, you're not allowed to go there, no you can't say that, no you're not allowed to accept food from him. and arthur is just ?????? tf is wrong with my best friend?? but doesn't read much into it because it's merlin and merlin's always been a little weird and bossy. merlin keeps getting into so much more trouble (cause again, his usual way of staying out of trouble is magic) so arthur's put in position to protect him more often and both of them are ???????? "why THE FUCK ARE you putting yourself in danger for me??" and "WHY ARE YOU getting into so much trouble??" until they figure out that "oh you're in love with me and can't bare to see any harm come to me" and "oh you have magic and someone already hurt you by taking it away"

Arthur meeting Merlin's family for the first time and being accepted. Idk how clear I can make this but I hate Arthur's family and how is he is treated by them (except you ygraine, you're dead and lovely) so ya someone give that boy loving affirmations

One of them is brainwashed/mind controlled/possessed and beats the shit out of the other person who refuses to fight back. I LOVE this trope. It slaps all the time. Look at destiel. Look at stucky. ALL THE TIME

another au that I've spoke about before AND I'LL SPEAK ABOUT IT AGAIN: I took that scene where Arthur says "I'll give up my crown just see her smile again" or something like that about morgana, and ran with it. There is only so many assassination attempts a brother can go through before he wilts and does another to have his sister back. In Arthur's case: he willingly hands over the throne for a chance at having a chance at his pesty, loving, older sister (I AM A YOUNGER BROTHER ARTHUR TRUTHER) look at him with something other than endless hate. what I Love about this prompt is that it could go so so many different ways. @mobycotton was lovely enough to write this amazing fic for me that I LOVED. In my head, Arthur is really shaken up by another one of Morgana's attempts at killing him. He doesn't know what's saved him and at this point he wishes whatever it is would stop. He goes down a spiral thinking of his family; the mother that he killed, the father that he let down, the uncle he betrayed and the sister he never deserved. What good could he be for Camelot when he wasn't even good enough for his flesh and blood. So he announces his truce; gives it over to morgana and leaves Camelot and everyone he knows behind. The knights and merlin have to eventually hunt him down and convince him otherwise (and he meets random people along the way who are stans of King Arthur just like me and he gets some sort of self esteem back)

Protective BAMF merlin. Basically merlin overhears someone talking shit about his prince and starts a fist fight. Arthur finds out

Mid s1 merthur where Arthur knows he's in love with Merlin and he shoves it DEEP inside, sticks to pining after his manservant like the pathetic (lovingly) puppy he is. All Merlin knows is that, for whatever reason, he would rather eat his own feet than let anything happen to Arthur. Which is why when brave, stupid arthur walks towards a stranger light source in the forest; he follows without hesitation, only to see...... arthur and himself snogging against a tree? Basically a pining, repressed prince Arthur and Merlin I don't know what this weird feeling in my tummy when I see him is Emrys accidentally walks through a portal into an alternatively universe where they know how to communicate well and have been disgustingly in love. The four of them have to work together to get Arthur and Merlin back where they belong.

Merlin makes a deal with his king cenred: for protection of his village, he will infiltrate Camelot's castle and bring them down. He just wishes someone had told him that prince charming of Camelot would make him fall in love with his pouty lips and gooey eyes. I don't know if yáll have noticed this but Arthur pouts A LOT. I can't take him seriously smh

#merthur #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #yes I am aware some of these are more arthur centric I can't help it he lives in my head rent fucking free #merthur prompts

[infinity-or-oblivion]

so my loa batkids au has gained a little traction and i’ve hit a bit of a wall when it comes to writing new stuff so here’s an infodump to hopefully kill my writers block xoxoxo

first of all, jason. my forever number one blorbo. there’s a bit of a role reversal here because compared to all the rest of them, jason arguably had it the easiest. like we’re not going to compare traumas but an argument could be made. i honestly don’t remember if i mentioned it at all in the actual series yet, but the story i have for jason is that his childhood with willis and catherine was about the same as canon/commonly accepted fanon, meaning he was homeless around nine years old. however, instead of living on the streets for years, it was only a few months tops before meeting bruce.

and bruce! this is very fun to me, but basically i was thinking that if he didn’t raise dick, then why couldn’t this version of bruce be younger? so bruce becomes batman in his early twenties, which is also around the time that he visits the league of assassins for training and damian is conceived. (for a little more about that, here) and bruce is roughly 25 when he finds a tiny 9-10 year old jason trying to steal his tires. just imagine that it’s so fucking adorable and heartbreaking ANYWAYS bruce, despite being overall a disaster, doesn’t let a malnourished 10 year old out to fight crime right away, so there’s a couple years between when jason first meets bruce and when he becomes a child soldier yayyyy!!!! but legit, it makes a lot of difference to jason, because you know how canon!jason has some self-esteem issues (for lack of a better term) around bruce not really loving him/seeing him as a son because bruce started training him as robin (and as dick’s replacement) immediately after adopting him- you know that whole thing? yeah well here, despite jason actually offering to help bruce as a vigilante, this bruce is like hell nah you’re literally ten years old and the size of a six year old no way, and those few years in between really stick in jason’s mind as solid proof that bruce really does love him, not for what use he can provide, but simply as a son. also being the only child definitely helps with that

(that little detail of jason and bruce’s relationship is slightly inspired by minimum height requirement, which is absolute batfam gold btw)

okay so. slight pet peeve of mine is in aus where dick isn’t the first robin, the legacy is still called robin for whatever reason (lookin at you reverse robins aus) because!!!!! how dare you erase mary and john grayson’s importance!!!!! (look there’s more nuance to it than that i know but. to put it simply it feels like flying graysons erasure to me) so in this au, jason can’t possibly be called robin. the real robin has been missing for roughly seven years at this point

and listen. i tried to be creative and come up with something cool and original for jason’s vigilante name i really did, but apparently i used all of my naming talent on nighthawk (fucking love that name for dick it’s so fantastic) so we just have bluejay. womp womp

also! on my list of things to expand on: main timeline stephanie!!! i’ve had an absolute blast making myself cry while writing every heart sings a song, incomplete and those who wish to sing always find a song, but spoiler steph will always be my babygirl. and duke!!!! i have not written barely anything for duke in this universe but believe me i have some Thoughts. perhaps even Ideas. basically a lot of steph&duke and steph&babs and steph&duke&babs because i love my little underrated trio

also just more babs in general, because like. i’ve had so many tiny little snippets of cass and babs and their sweet little relationship just sitting in my notes for literal years now that i really just need to organize and expand into their own fic. and yet. i have not done that. but rest assured cass&babs are very very important to me

such is the curse of female fanfic writers: always destined to fixate more on the male poor little meow meows than the female bad bitches. seriously what the fuck is up with that guys i don’t get it why does this happen

#so yeah. infodump on my silly little au #and my silly i mean i make myself cry every time i write #league of assassins #batman #batfam #jason todd #bruce wayne #stephanie brown #duke thomas #barbara gordon #who else did i mention #don’t worry i have plenty of things to say about tim and damian and dick #yeah #my writing #i don’t remember if i have a writing tag lmao #it’s not like i use tumblr regularly anymore

[katebacks]

Series The Bet: Haunted House - JHK

→ pairing | Jung Hoseok x Reader

→ genre | smut, angst, enemys to lovers!au

→ word count | 6,431

→ summary | Because of your friends, Hoseok thought you hated him, and you thought the same. But after they bet on spending Halloween Eve night in an abandoned house, everything changes.

→ warnings |sex, Adult content(a lot), alcoholic beverages, low slang words.

→ A/N| Please reblog and like if you liked it, Tumblr is loving to end blogs around here by cutting their visibility. DON'T DO WHAT THE CHARACTERS DID. I'm not talking about sex, if you are of legal age and want to, do it. I'm talking about going to abandoned places at night. Be careful, there are a lot of bad people in the world just waiting for a chance to hurt you. Stay safe. The house is not haunted at all, so don't worry, there's nothing terrifying about this story.

“I can’t fucking believe that we are doing this.” It must have been the fifteenth time the boy next to you had said the same sentence, it was almost like it was in a loop. And you completely agreed with him, you didn't believe you were doing such a stupid thing, mostly, you didn't believe you were heading towards an abandoned house next to Jung Hoseok, the most beautiful and most annoying man you knew. The vodka you had been drinking nonstop for two hours before getting in that car wasn't making you any more comfortable with the situation. But you had to take that bet, there was no way you were going to let your friends think you were scared to spend the Halloween night in the most famous abandoned house in town; even if you were hella scared. "Why the hell did you have to bet me too?" He took his eyes off the road for a second, staring at her and then back to the street dimly lit by the car's headlights. "Were you that desperate to be alone with me in a place, but are you so proud to say, that you had to take the two of us to an abandoned house?"

Although you sometimes wanted to beat Hoseok until he passed out, you couldn't deny how cute he was. He had that emo badboy vibe, wore dark eye makeup and painted his nails black, and wore really heavy clothes. He had that hate-filled look in his eyes, but at the same time, his expression didn't say anything. And that black hair, god you wanted to get your fingers into that hair. You weren't sure why you hated him so much, maybe it was to mask all the lust and attraction you felt for him, maybe it was the fact that you felt annoyed that you were the only one of your friends who hadn't slept with him.  And you also didn't know why he hated you so much, you just knew that from the first time you saw each other, you started insulting each other.

"You can keep dreaming, Hoseok, because the only reason I bet you is to prove to everyone that you're just a scared chicken."

He snorted.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that, maybe you'll believe it one day." The two then fell silent again, the atmosphere in the car heavy, and it was so quiet outside that you could only hear the car's engine. You then started feeling anxious and rethinking the whole situation. You were going to a place in the middle of nowhere, a house hidden in the middle of the forest, in a place where no living soul had stepped in years; except of course the drunk and drugged wanderers who were likely to commit crimes and hide in the house. It wasn't a place for two young adults to go to at dawn. It was very dangerous and that's how horror movies started: with two idiots snooping around where they shouldn't.

"Okay, maybe this was a bad idea, Hoseok." He arched an eyebrow, but he didn't take his eyes off the road or said a word. "This can be quite dangerous, we don't know what we can find there." And you paused. "Perhaps we should both give up this challenge and accept whatever the punishment is."

"I'll not give up." he scoffed. "If you want wimp out, go ahead, I'll stop the car and you'll go back." He said slowing the car down, and you widened your eyes.

"Are you going to let me go back by my self? Down this deserted road?"

"Or you can just stop being a coward and finish the damn dare."

“Ugh, fine.” You crossed your arms, huffing and leaning back in the seat. "But if I die, I'm going to make your life hell,"

"If you die, I will too, honey."

And for some strange reason, you felt comfortable with the nickname.

A few minutes later, after being silent again, both saw a dirt road that entered the forest, when approaching closer, you saw a huge tree fallen to the ground, blocking the entire passage. Due to its size, you would not be able to go around it, you would have to walk from there. Hoseok stopped the car as close to the side of the road as possible, turned off the engine and both got out of the car, feeling the temperature drop instantly. You hugged your body, while the guy went to the trunk and took out a backpack. After locking the car, he was the first to jump over the tree, turning around and waiting for you. You still felt like that was a bad idea. And Hoseok knew it. He glued his eyes together and moistened his lips before speaking.

"Do you want to stay in the car?" He could see your eyes twinkling when he suggested it. And he found it adorable.

"Will you stay with me?" You had never used such a soft tone of voice with him before, and he might not admit it, but he liked it. And it would be interesting to spend the night in a car with you, but he was too proud for that.

"I'm not giving up on the challenge, (y/n). I'm staying in the house." You shook your head, your jaw quivering too much from the cold to argue, then just sighed and headed towards the tree, climbing it. When you stood on top of the fallen log, Hoseok who was on the other side, adjusted the backpack on his back and stretched his arms towards you, helping you down, and before the mood started to get weird, he started walking again down the dirt road towards the abandoned house.

The road was surrounded by giant trees that covered the sky with their leaves, not letting you see above them. It was cold down there, and the street grew dark as you went further. You could hear crickets, tree branches bumping against each other pushed by the wind, you could hear the wind whistling violently, and you could hear your heart beating in your ear. You've never been afraid of the dark, you've never had to sleep with the light on, you've never been afraid of what could be hiding in your closet or under your bed, but at that moment you were afraid of what might be lurking behind those trees.

You looked at Hoseok, and he didn't look scared at all, in fact he looked thoughtful. And focused. He was a very confident guy, he trusted himself and in his abilities, whatever he wanted, he would go out there and get it. You envied that about him. And your thoughts were interrupted when you heard something like dry branches being broken, as if someone was stepping on them, and it came from the middle of the bush. The sound made you involuntarily jump to Hoseok's side and grab his hand and his arm, both of you stopping walking as you stared at the place where the noise seemed to have come from. The boy looked at you, all curled up as you held on to him and he could only smile, that was the first time you had touched him willingly. Another sound of the same kind came from the bushes and you stifled a squeak, turning all at once towards him, bumping into his body, hiding your face in his chest, closing your eyes tightly, hugging him around the waist. You've never been so terrified, and that wasn't funny.

"Hey, it's okay." Hoseok tried to calm you down, hugging you and running his hand through your hair, not trying to push you away, just trying to reassure you that nothing was going to happen. "You're safe with me, don't worry. It's just a few branches snapping, there's nothing to fear, I promise."

"What if it's some wild animal? A bear or a wolf."

"We don't have animals in these forests, the most it can be is a stray cat, it won't hurt us." His voice was extremely calm, and smooth, and oddly enough, you were starting to calm down. You never thought that one day you would be soothed by Jung Hoseok, but at that moment, he didn't seem to hate you that much. Then you slowly lifted your head, opening your startled eyes and looking at the image of his dimly lit face, he stared back at you, bringing one of his hands to your cheek, caressing it slowly before coming to his senses and realizing what was happening. He cleared his throat and took a step back. "Let's go on, huh?" You blinked slowly before nodding, ducking your head, trying to ignore your burning cheeks. "Come on, hold my hand." He said reaching out his hand to you which you accepted quickly, letting his big hand encircle yours.

The rest of the way to the house was calm, and although you were still startled by the noises of the forest, having Hoseok's palm against yours was helping you not to lose your mind. A few minutes later, you were able to visualize at the very bottom, at the end of that road, a very humble little house. As you got closer, the feeling that something could go wrong increased. And knowing that it wouldn't do any good to ask Hoseok to come back and forget about that damn bet, you just took a deep breath, as if you were already preparing for the worst.

When you finally got to the house, you could see how deplorable it was. The wood was faded and rotten. The window panes were broken and the porch wood creaked as they stepped on it. The front door was half open, and the moonlight that had illuminated most of its way there didn't reach inside the house. Hoseok took a flashlight out of his backpack and you frowned, you didn't know people still used those things even with the advancement of technology and flashlights in cell phones. Although it was better to use up your flashlight battery than to use up your cell phone battery and not be able to call the police if you had to.

Hoseok used the tip of the flashlight to push the door open, It creaked until it hit the wall. The first thing he saw was a large living room, with two old sofas and the upholstery torn apart, a coffee table in front of it with shattered glass strewn across the floor. There was a fireplace across the room, beer bottles crammed into it, and there was also a staircase that led to the other floor of the house. Walking around, following Hoseok, you could see condom wrappers and used condoms scattered on the floor. And couldn't help but notice the strong smell of urine.

"This place is disgusting, ugh!" You complained, covering your mouth and nose with the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

"Let's take a look up there, maybe it's better than down here." Hoseok commented, walking towards the stairs, and you followed him, even knowing that in a dilapidated house like that, the floor could give way under your feet at any moment. Upstairs, there were three rooms on the left side of the hallway and one on the right, at the very end. . Only the door on the right side was closed, while the others were wide open. Those rooms were bedrooms and everything was like downstairs, dirty, with destroyed furniture, and with boards on the windows, there were broken bottles everywhere and used condoms on the floor. "This place is perfect for catching seven different types of diseases. When we get out of here we're going to have to burn our clothes and shower with disinfectant and alcohol.”

“Agreed.” Hoseok turned to you, shining the flashlight into your face, causing you to frown and use your hand to block the excessive light that was in your eyes. “Hey, what are you doing?”

"Did you just agree with me?"

"Yes, can't I?"

Hoseok raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything, despite being curious, he decided not to follow his curiosity and just turned the other way, heading towards the door at the end of the hall, it l led to a bathroom and surprisingly it was the cleanest place in the entire house. And even though it was still dusty and the sink was inside the bathtub, it was still the only place in the house you could sit on the floor, without risking touching someone's sperm or urine.

"Well, I think this is the only suitable place for us to spend the night." Hoseok said bending down, he supported the backpack on his thigh, and pulled out a blanket, unfolding it and placing it on the floor. He also took a bottle of vodka and a juice box out of his backpack, making you wonder why he was carrying those things.

"Why do you carry this stuff?" The boy looked up at you for a second before opening the bottle of vodka and taking a sip. He then extended the bottle towards you, who raised an eyebrow, there wasn't much to do there, so drinking would be your only source of entertainment. Shrugging you reached for the vodka and took a sip, grimacing as you felt the drink burning down your throat. Hoseok laughed and handed you the juice box, feeling much better after drinking it.

"I like to be prepared for any kind of situation. I can get drunk anywhere, and I can get drunk and sleep anywhere." And he smiled, patting the floor beside him, signaling you to sit next to him, and again without many options, you did, leaning against the wall and sharing the bottle of liquor with him;

Two hours had passed and the bottle of liquor was almost half full, you and Hoseok should have had half a dozen fits of laughter while drinking and talking, you had never been together this long without insulting each other or talking, and that made you curious, he actually seemed like a nice guy, so why the hell did you guys hate each other?

"Why you hate me?" You asked amid laughter, causing Hoseok who was catching his breath from his last laugh to look at you before letting out a dry laugh.

“You tell me, preppy girl, why do you think I hate you so much?”

“I have no idea.” You shrugged. "It's just that every time you look at me, I feel like your gaze will penetrate my soul or something. And you always pay so much attention to my girlfriends, but never to me." You giggled, feeling your face numb. "Fuck, my cheeks are numb."

"I don't pay attention to your friends, they chase me up and down, god, I've never seen girls as clingy as they are. It gives me the chills." Hoseok bent one leg and rested one arm on his knee, while leaving the other stretched out and leaning his head against the wall, facing the bathroom ceiling. "And I don't know why you're friends with them, they're not good company, I've seen them badmouthing you to other guys." And so he looked at you, seeing you curiously, with your mouth slightly open and eyes fixed on him. "Even for me."

"They don't do that."

"Yes they do." He laughed. "Don't be innocent, when I asked them if you were single, they told me yes, but that you would have no interest in me, and that you thought I was a junkie with no future."

"I never said that." Your voice came out louder than it should have and you instantly covered your mouth with both hands, starting to laugh, just like him. "I never said that." You whispered, turning around and crossing your legs, facing him. "Actually I think you're very talented, I went to Tequilas on Friday to see your performance and look, you're the best Rapper I've ever met."

He frowned, and because of the alcohol you didn't realize how much his eyes lit up to hear that you had watched his performance and that you liked it.

"You were there?"

"Yeah, I went with the girls, but I left before them as they told me that after the show they would meet with you and have a threesome."

“What?”

“Threesome, ya know, when three people...”

“I know what it is, babe, I'm referring to what they said. I didn't do any of that with them, I can use drugs sometimes but I never forget what I do and I don't usually do stupid things.” And he looked angry. "What other lies were those girls telling you?"

"I don't know… They talk a lot about you." You said thoughtfully, it was only then that it dawned on you that he had called you babe. "Did you just call me babe?"

"Yes babe, but stay focused, what else do these girls say about me?"

"Hmm, well they say you prefer naughty girls, said you hate the quiet ones, that they've had sex with you in several places and that you fuck really good."

“Oh, I do fuck really good but I don’t know how the hell would they know ‘cause I've never had sex with any of them.”

“And they said you said that I'm weird... and gross.” Hoseok's eyes widened and he watched you lower your head for a few seconds before lifting his chin and looking at him again, giving a wan smile. "And that's ok, everyone has the right to have their opinions..." And before you could continue, Hoseok took his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you all at once towards him, your lips collapsing in a violent kiss, where he stuck his tongue in your mouth, leaving you gasping for air. You were forced to unfold your legs and get on your knees as every second he pulled you closer and closer to him, your hands going to his hair, your fingers fulfilling a dream. And when he pulled his lips away, both with deep breaths and racing hearts, he looked into your eyes, again that look that seemed to penetrate your soul making you shiver.

"I don't think you're gross. I think you're the most wonderful, hottest woman in this town. And if every time I look at you, you feel that my gaze is penetrating you, it's because the thing I want most in this world since I laid eyes on you is to fuck you until I come inside you and make you come so hard around my dick that you would forget about any other man that had passed in your life.” And he gave you a peck, a long, hot peck. "I never even touched any of those girls, I just wanted you, I just want you." And he kissed you again, your will matching his at such a rapid rate that the next thing you knew, you were sitting on his lap, his hands squeezing your ass as your nails scratched the back of his neck. "And I don't mind if you're a quiet one, I can make you go pretty loud."

"I've never had sex under the influence of alcohol, that's weird." You chuckled between kisses. He grinned.

"What's weird?"

"The urge I have to just take these pants off and jump on your dick."

"You can do that if you want." He whispered, kissing down to her neck.

"Not here, there are already a lot of condoms scattered around this house."

"Then let's go elsewhere."

"But what about the bet?"

"Fuck this stupid bet, I just want you all over me."

You got up, staggered back, but leaned against the wall to keep from falling, laughing silly. Hoseok gathered all his things and turned on the flashlight once more, leaving the room. He waited for you to follow him and extended his hand towards you, this time you not only intertwined your fingers with his, but also grabbed his arm with your other hand, leaning on him, feeling as if your legs were jelly. Laughing as you went down the stairs, you were much more comfortable with the whole situation, no longer frightened by the creaks coming from the forest. Once again when you reached the fallen tree, Hoseok grabbed you around the waist, helping you to jump over it. Running clumsily towards the car, he unlocked the car alarm and you climbed into the backseat, undressing. The guy tossed his backpack into the driver's seat before ducking in front of the back door and looking at you. His eyes roaming every inch of your body until you were completely naked.

“Someone's eager”

“Aren’t you?” You whispered, slowly spreading your legs giving him a wide view of what he wanted most. Hoseok licked his lips and started to undress outside the car, being tall he wouldn't be able to do it in the car as quickly as he wanted, throwing his clothes on the front seats. And when he finished taking off his pants, he found a packet of condoms in his pocket, getting into his car and slamming the door behind him. Breathing so heavy he could feel his lungs working. With one knee propped up on the bench while he wore the condom, you fingered your wet space, his eyes alternating between down there and into your eyes. You then grabbed his waist, pulling him towards you. Hoseok rested his right hand on the back seat and his left hand on the passenger seat as he positioned himself, hovering over you.

And he swore as he started to get in, feeling you tighten around him, pulsing, your moans echoing throughout the car, invading his ears, making him roll his eyes and with one hand hold your neck. He started slowly, moving his hips slowly, eyes glued to your face, watching the pleasure wash over you, your lips parted, sometimes biting your lips, frowning. He also watched as you gripped the edges of the seat, your fingers sinking into the upholstery, your legs up, curling your toes, your chest pounding, your nipples hard, your body tingling, god, and it was all because of him. It was all because of his thick dick going in and out of you, hard as a rock, stretching your walls, touching your weak spots, it was all about that slim, beautiful, drawn body. It was all because of that face, those eyes upon you, the pleasure that had spread across that long, thin face. Hoseok was more than a man, he was a work of art, a piece of paradise, the male version of Aphrodite. A god who should be treated well, venerated. And you were sure you would do anything for him. You never hated him, it was all lust, desire.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" His voice was low, lustful and inquisitive, using his thumb to caress your parted lip.

“Only you.” You whispered back, licking his thumb before taking it in your mouth. He let out a low growl, lowering his body and taking your lips in a slow kiss that turned into a fiery kiss as he increased the speed at which his hips moved, bumping against yours, the noise certainly echoed out of that car, onto that deserted street where nothing but the wind could be heard. Your voice was muffled by his mouth, but as soon as he pulled away, kissing your chest until he was sucking on your nipple, you threw your head back, slamming it against the door, your moans getting louder and louder, following the force with which he thrust. “Fuck. It feels so good.” He didn't say anything, just bit your nipple, bringing his hands to your waist, moving your hips against his so easily it was as if he controlled you body with the power of his mind. And when the first orgasm came, so suddenly, you screamed, arching your back as he continued to move, feeling you tighten around him, your pussy so wet it dripped onto the seat, wetting the leather. Hoseok hugged your body, he sat down bringing you onto his lap, burying his face in your hair as you calmed down a little, your body shaking.

"Are you okay?"

"Fuck way more than okay." You laughed, your hips starting to move involuntarily, your body burning with arousal, his cock was buried so deep inside you that you didn't know how long it would be until you were coming again. You leaned your body back, using your arms to lean on the two seats in front, wiggling your hips as you went up and down, the guy let his head fall back, eyes on you, on how your breasts swayed, at how your body danced on top of him. He licked his fingers, and while one hand went towards your breast, pinching your nipple, the other went down to your pussy, and he didn't even need to wet his fingers, as what he found down there was a puddle of water, his fingers sliding in circles over your clit. Your sly moans no longer had control, as well as your body that while riding him, was rubbing against his fingers, needing more contact, needing to release that tension. “Shit i’m com...” And you barely managed to finish your sentence, screaming as you felt your core tighten and release all at once, your body going limp, squeezing your toes and closing your eyes tightly. Hoseok held your waist, pulling your body to him again, hugging you and stroking your hair while laughing with satisfaction.

"Twice, baby? You're being so nice to me." He kissed your shoulder lightly. "Think you can get one more?"

“Fuck, yes.” You stated, pressing your lips to his and hugging him around the neck as you moved your hips again, this time starting faster and harder, with his hands cupping your ass and helping you to ride. "I want you to cum on me, Hoseok."

"If you keep moving like this, I will." And it was what you needed to increase the speed, this time you ran your hand behind your body, throwing your body back a little, holding the back of his neck while the other hand went down to his balls, massaging. And he swore, bringing his fingers to your clit again. “Fuck babe, you’re so good. On Monday we're going to do a blood test, and when we prove to each other that we're clean, I'm going to fuck you so hard and I'm going to come so hard inside you that you will be marked by me forever, fuck."

And the sweat was running down your body, as was his, glistening in the light that came from outside the car. You could feel him coming and you could feel that burning in your core, you were ready to come one more time and you wanted so much for him to fill you all over, until not a drop was left. You just wanted to be his. It was everything you ever wanted.

"Fuck, I'm...." And he grabbed your body, making you stop moving, his cock pulsing inside you, your walls feeling every inch of him, his fingers stimulating you, making you come again, this time not having the strength to move anymore, your body going numb. You hugged each other, your head on his shoulder and his against the seat, so tired and out of breath that you waited a good few minutes for either of you to say something. Who needed drugs to ease the pressure when Jung Hoseok was there to make her come?

"I think we should go back." You whispered, your face against his neck as he stroked your hair. "Everyone must be waiting for us to give up on the bet."

"Keep them waiting, bunch of assholes." he whispered back. "Those bitches made you think I didn't want anything to do with you when I really only wanted you. Let's go to my house, take a shower and rest so we can have a whole day of trick or treat, in my bed, of course." He laughed and you lifted your head, looking at him. "And if you want, of course. "

"This will be the best Halloween of my life."

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#jung hoseok x reader #jung hoseok x you #jung hoseok smut #jung hoseok angst #jhope smut #jung hoseok #bts smut #jhope x reader #jhope #bangtanarmynet #thekpopnetwork #houseofddaeng

[smallest-moon]

here it is the master post for all my soul eater!au ideas (here are posts 1 and 2 + vashwood as souls), where I'll be periodically rebloging it whenever i think of something new! feel free to dm if you wanna talk about it and give me more ideas :) or point out any dumb contradictions but anyways lets go:

vash is the meister and wolfwood is the death scythe

wolfwood's original partner was livio but due to events livio is now presumed dead/missing, leaving wolfwood without a partner for a long time

livio is however very much alive and eventually he'll return with his new weapon who is razlo (how does it work? basically imagine razlo as ragnarok)

wolfwood scythe form is his giant machine gun (still thinking if he should be like tsubaki is able to change forms so that when he finally accepts vash as his partner he changes into vash's gun instead of always being a machine gun..... and can later transform into that wicked weapon vash's angel arm changes into)

vash himself is death (i suppose.. though nobody knows... yet) and he still brings chaos wherever he goes. he has been without a partner for a very very long time

due to walking around without a scythe, he has a lot of scars thanks to the fights he cannot avoid and his immense desire to save everyone

meryl and milly are naturally around and they are meister and weapon

they are currently looking for a chaotic meister that leaves a trail of destruction behind

when vash and wolfwood first start working together as partners, wolfwood makes his scythe self heavier just to see vash struggle as much as possible whenever they arent in combat because really what the fuck is up with this dude hating to kill?? you ARE literally death incarnate grow up

completelyyy unrelated to that is that people hear and tell many different versions of the same story: of a great battle many many many years ago that brought great destruction. despite names changing many times most seem to agree that one of the beings was called knives millions and that his heart only knew destruction. the ending differs for a lot of people, most agree there were no survivors but some believe there was only one because how else would the story exist ("ain't nobody surviving that, its just a story" an old man shook his head "but if someone did survive, they are either death or the devil itself")

so thus far no one has found out that vash is that "one" survivor nor have they found out that knives didnt actually die but instead he is trapped as vash refused to kill him then

but how long will he stay trapped? how long until he breaks free again?

#this is longer than i expected and it will continue to grow i hope #gotta admit dont quite like how i worded that last part with the story of a great battle but I'll figure it out how to do that better #i promise i will make a story out of this i need it for myself #also im sorryyy about the link above tumblr isnt letting me add multiple links so you just get the one where the art is #but that one has the 2 posts linked so yay i guess #though you probably have seen those if youre here rn #trigun #nicholas wolfwood #vash stampede #knives millions #vashwood #milly thompson #meryl stryfe #trigun livio #trigun razlo #soul eater #trigun maximum spoilers #trigun maximum #does it count as spoilers since i mention vash's arm? well better safe than sorry

[bittersweetresilience]

sunny's favorite asukiess creations

hearth (18,589 words)

Because how do you describe a dream once you wake up, when it’s fleeting and slipping through the cracks in your mind like it’s a sieve? You can barely wrap your lips around the concepts and words before you realize it has slipped through like water, and what lay in your hands is just a pang in your chest? When every moment away from it clouds your mind just a little more, until the memories are threadbare? or: Adrien understands what it means to have a home.

Back when I first met Autumn I was on a reading spree and I saved this fic for last and it just completely stunned me. I remember whipping out a textbox page to annotate for my comment, and that's what kicked off insanely long commenter™ Sunny. No matter what Autumn says! This! Is! My! Favorite! Autumn! Fic! At least until I see the secret one she won't let me see... but no, it will always be special to me.

the secrets we keep (14,661 words)

In the wake of a summer that Adrien never wanted to end, all that he wishes to push away comes back to haunt him when the school years starts again: self-doubt from identities that feel no more real than anything else; ghosts of parents who still talk to him; and most all, a fear that the people he loves will leave him in time, too. however, maybe the person who can relate most to him is the one he's never far from.

The best memories of reading this fic as Autumn wrote it and chatting about it and being teased with every Félix mention and being in love with her mind forever and always... if you've ever liked an asukiess meta post or idea post you'll love this. Combination of all of those beautiful things.

wip i saw as of yesterday

Perhaps premature to put it on this list but I have to include it because it was a taste of AUTUMN ORIGINAL WRITING!!!!!!!! AUTUMN ORIGINAL CHARACTERS!!!!!!!! And theater kid Autumn, too. Autumn could be published... Autumn could do anything... if those fools don't get it I'll start my own Autumn publishing company...

switching shenanigans (1,337 words)

Félix.............. first Autumn Félix.............................

felinette fics

FERAL EXPLODE BOOM DECEASED GRAVE HEADSTONE FIRE HOUSE EMOJIS

The art piece whose WIP inspired a fic out of me which was Autumn and my friendship's origin story... FUCKING NATHALIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I accept this. Such a drop dead gorgeous piece.

The most insane fic ever with the most insane fic art ever... WITNESS!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EEEEEEEEEMOOOOOOOOOOTIOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love how much Autumn loves this piece, every time she reblogs it it makes me happy. Get some horror in this Felinette tonight.

POLAROIDS I LOVE THEM. LOVEYBUG AU WEEK I LOVE YOU

Can you even function after looking at this. They. Shrimping.

HE'S EVERYTHING TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

This is criminally underrated... Look At Him. HIS FUCKING BUNNY

I ran out of link blocks but I also wanted to share Unrequited. HAMBDS.

AND AUTUMN'S SUPER SECRET LOVEYBUG ZINE WIP

AUTUMN AND HER CLASSICS!!!!!!!!!! AUTUMN AND HER HUMONGOUS BRAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I worship this. It's all Autumn, I just helped with images.

Okay, I was slightly more involved with this one, but Autumn's contributions literally made it 1 billion times better and I will forever cherish the memory.

Hnwhnfhwnfjgnhsnghsnhsfshwhgwnhgwghgh... Emilie...

autumn's felinette and adrifelinette thoughts

Just in general. I am so lucky.

autumn's friendship

I scrolled through our pinned messages and almost cried laughing...

#🏮 #miraculous ladybug #HAPPY... i love autumn asukiess

[mothxmoons]

Bringing you home.

Self aware au/ Yandere

It had been a couple of weeks since Wesker became aware of himself and the game he occupies. Of course everyone was else normal, there were a lot of parts of his universe that weren’t in the game, that you did not see. However things would go back or forwards in time depending on which game you were playing.

Frankly, he had seen everything so many times that he knew exactly what to do and how to counter it to make his plans go perfectly. However, he wants you to be there. Blaze a new trail with you by his side, a whole new universe, none of which no one could have ever seen coming. Who else could possibly be by his side? Who else to cheer him on as he cut down his, no, their enemies?

Sure, he could feel you when he touched the camera screen when you placed your hand against it as well. But he wanted the real thing. You would need some training of course but there’s nobody better than him. And you would also be safe, the safest in fact. Right next to him.

He’ll be sure to take care of you, to make sure you’re loved. He’ll let you know that your devoted love means absolutely everything and more to him. Now Wesker just needs you in his universe, with him. He just needs to wait for you to angle the camera to look at him.

“My player, may we talk while we wait for the enemies?” He asked suddenly, surprising you, you still weren’t used to that. Your fingers jolting off of the controls for a second.

You chuckled after calming down for a second and tilted the camera towards the front of him.

“Sure, Al, what did you need?” Usually he only talks to you when he’s bored, or accepting praise, or when he needed some ammo or something.

His character paused before titling himself towards the camera, it did not move away as the wall in front of him prevented it. Seeing as mercenaries is placed outside the timeline, if his theory was correct you two would be sent back in time to the last game you played. Which was Umbrella Chronicles. Perfect for him. Perfect for you. He knows how much you love to see him in uniform, with how you ooo’d and aaa’d at him in the first resident evil cutscenes.

“I just want to try something.” He said, placing one of his hands on the camera. One theory correct, he can press on it, and against it. Now onto the next theory, can he go through it and bring someone else back through? Only one way to find out.

He pushed his hand against the screen and to his surprise, it went through. And that shocked you as the surprise yelp left your mouth to see a hand come out of the TV screen. To his luck, you had a very big tv so he could easily push the rest of his body through and…presto!

“Hello, my dear player.” He greeted, now in your living room. Millions of questions rushed through your mind but mainly “WHAT THE FUCK” was playing like a mantra. You just stared up at him as he looked around, spotting the games he was apart of.

Wesker picked up one, and replaced the mercenaries disk. He then turned to you, smiled, or well smirked, and picked you up. If this is a hallucination or a dream, do not wake me up, you thought as he held you in his arms. He waited until the game showed up on the title screen, The umbrella chronicles, appeared. He then stuck one leg into the tv and his whole body next, bringing you with him. It was a bright flash of light before…the lab.

You looked up at Wesker, he was younger, in his STARS uniform you adored so much. He looked down to you, and smirked wide and menacingly. One hand coming to stroke your cheek longingly as your wide eyes stared up at him.

He looked back to where you two presumably came from. No more screen. No more camera. No escape.

“Oh my dear. We are going to do great things together. You’ll be mine…forevermore.”

#albert wesker x reader #yandere idea blurb #self aware au #fic

[primalmagic]

duck you (sorry, that was autocorrect)

"It'll be good for you!" they said. "You'll have fun!" they said. Yeah, well, walking around a pond watching ducks isn't really Callum's idea of fun.

OR a modern day enemies-to-lovers rayllum au where callum's a junior ranger and there's a mysterious girl who feeds the ducks every morning.

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don't fears just suck (sorry, i meant don't feed the ducks):

"And these are the picnic tables!" Soren grins, smacking the concrete for good measure, "You don't have to worry about them, the ants do a great job of cleaning up."

He cackles when Callum stares at him, confused and slightly bewildered.

Corvus frowns, "C'mon now, it's his first day here. Don't muddle with him for at least a week."

Soren flicks him on the forehead, causing Corvus's scowl to deepen, "You're fired!"

"Only Viren can fire people, Soren."

"Okay, okay, but my dad isn't here, so I'm basically the head of this place."

Soren waves his hands exaggeratingly, as if to prove his point. "Whatever," he begins, just as the pager on his hip begins to crackle, "I'm needed at the west side, so I'll leave Callum's tour to you, Corvus," he smiles, shooting them finger guns as he attempts to walk backward.

"Sor-"

Callum winces as Soren squeaks, bumping into a tree. He hears him punch it and wail, "Damnit, I swear this wasn't here before!"

Corvus chuckles beside him, "Who made him the head ranger again?"

It's meant to be a theoretical question, but it still causes Callum to look away. Soren wasn't always head ranger, in fact, it was a pretty recent development.

He'd worked in outreach and site management for a few years, and Claudia- his sister- had been head of the operation. But then Lissa and Viren broke up, and from what he'd heard, the divorce was really fucking messy.

Viren was still legally tied to the park and his job, but he'd left almost all of it to Soren when he chose to take Claudia and leave for a research project in Iowa.

Callum's father had been good friends with Viren- so close that he and Soren were practically siblings, which he only partially accepted.

The truth was, he had a massive crush on Claudia. He still did. And she left and now, well, it was pretty hard to think about anything else. He didn't tell Soren, or Corvus, or anyone, but it was eating him up from the inside.

Ever since that day when she’d looked at Callum with an expression he had never seen before, and drove off without looking back. When she had smiled at him self-deprecatingly and reminded him, "All good things come to an end, Callum. I'll see you soon, kay?" When she couldn't stop fiddling with a black spider ring that seemed to be brand new.

She'd become a different person after the divorce, and Callum wished more than anything to help her. She became more closed off and distant- eerie and unsettling.

"I'm going to go with my dad," She'd told him, that same night, while they'd been laughing over bad board games. "I don't know if I could stay sane here any longer." She'd played it off as a joke too, with an unnerving giggle and knowing smirk.

If only he'd known better.

Losing Claudia was scary, and as selfish as it was, he wasn't ready for it. His fear of losing people- especially after his mother- didn't help either. He missed her like shit.

Getting a job was supposed to be good for him, was supposed to get him to stop moping around and forget about Claudia. According to his father, at least.

"Callum?" Corvus's concerned voice breaks through his epiphany of thoughts, "You ready to go?"

"Oh, yeah," He smiles brightly, "Yeah! Definitely, let's go."

He shakes his head in amusement, "So, you'll be in charge of the pond area for now, since it's the least populated. Get here at 8 am, and you're free to go by 5. And feel free to pop in during the weekdays too. Oh, and Soren told me to tell you, 'I don't really care if you leave by 3, or something, just don't do drugs.' I do agree with that statement, but I would hope that he was joking."

Callum snorts, "Tell Soren that he doesn't have to worry, if my dad has it his way, I'll be here till 7. Something about... hm, the outdoors being good for me?"

Corvus smiles, "You'd be surprised. Good luck, kid, and let me or Soren know if you have any questions. We're always here to help." He pauses, "Well, I'd prefer if you asked me, though. Soren might be head ranger but he's... a bit spontaneous. To say the least."

"You got it," he nods, "Do I, uh, start now?"

"Yeah, I mean, you remember the lake area, right? Just hang around there and make sure that nobody is littering or feeding the ducks. Today should be relatively light, and I doubt you'll have to interact with anyone."

Score! He'd just draw the entire time, then. If it was going to be like that every day, then maybe this junior ranger thing wasn't going to be so bad after all. 

Corvus waves goodbye, leaving him stranded in the middle of empty picnic tables, because he did not, in fact, remember where the lake area was.

He makes a few wild guesses, eventually bringing out his phone and searching for a map of this godforsaken place. It's two minutes away, He sighs, following a series of obscure, overgrown routes to get to the tiny pond.

It wasn't a sight to see, or hear, for that matter. The lake was the size of four large cars, with a small bridge suspending from one side to the other. The water was murky and grey, and the ducks would not. Stop. Quacking.

So much for peace.

Callum groans inwardly, flopping onto an old wooden bench that creaks too loudly to be safe. He winces, knowing that he's definitely going to have splinters on his butt tomorrow. Ugh.

Surveying the area, he notices an old couple walking around and a little girl trying to stuff rocks into her pocket. They're not anything special- just old brown and gray stones placed in circles around the lakeshore- but she seems delighted, and he's not going to stop her.

He opens his sketchbook and begins drawing, pulling out his phone for references. He lets his hand guide him, stroke after stroke, his pencil shading and designing a map of the area.

It only takes him about thirty minutes, but something about it doesn't feel... right. He frowns, biting the back of his pencil- until it hits him.

He draws comically large ducks around the page, with their eyes bulged out and black. He snickers, giving them weird green feet and tiny feathers.

Perfect. They looked just like the real thing.

It's only 2:10 pm, and Callum is already starting to hate this place. It was almost like the quiet was too loud, like the "nature" sounds were so unbearable he couldn't even think.

When he looks up again, his eye catches on the little girl still picking up stones. She teeters along the side, her feet just barely sloshing the murky liquid.

He smiles, remembering his brother. Ezran had once loved collecting rocks with their mother when she was still alive. Callum doubts Ezran remembers it, but he does, clear as day.

He remembers his mother looking for stones and bringing home the prettiest ones she could find. His mother teaching them how the smoothest rocks were always just under the water. His mother pulling them away from the lake and warning them about falling.

Speaking of falling...

Callum's eyes shoot up as he hears a shriek, and the little girl trips on an overgrown tree root. Her body slams into the cold water, and he feels his heart drop.

He doesn't remember what happens next, but adrenaline seizes him and he's in the lake before he knows it. He grabs the flailing child and holds her firmly, "Calm down, I got you. You okay?"

She nods shakily, and he pulls her back onto the shore, "Next time, stay a bit further from the water, alright?"

"But- but the rocks were shiny! And I wanted to take them!" she pouts, and Callum represses the urge to laugh.

"I know, but what if I wasn't here? You could have gotten hurt, or even drowned. Your parents would be really sad."

"I guess..." She looks downward, ashamed, "I won't do it again, I promise!"

He ruffles her wet hair, and sighs, "Thanks, buddy. Are your parents here? You should change into something dry, or you might catch a cold."

She points behind him, and he turns around to see the elderly couple running towards them.

The lady gasps, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! We should have been paying more attention to our granddaughter. Thank you so much for saving her."

He smiles at them, "Don't worry about it, it's my job. Don't leave her unsupervised or anything next time."

She runs towards her grandparents and embraces them, "The nice guy saved me from drowning! Otherwise I would have been hurt," she states, repeating Callum's words.

The lady chuckles, "The nice guy- oh, sorry, how impolite of me, I didn't even ask your name!"

"Uh, it's Callum," he replies awkwardly.

"I'm Ellis!" Ellis grins, and the man hauls her up into his arms.

"Alright, alright," he laughs, "We have to go now. Say bye to Callum, Ellis."

"Byeee!!"

He watches as the three of them walk away with a small pang of sorrow, hoping that maybe they come back soon. At least Ellis was keeping things lively? He wasn't as bored anymore, that was for sure.

"You're drenched, by the way," An unimpressed voice informs him, and Callum looks down upon his soaking wet uniform.

"Oh."

He looks back up from his place on the shore and blinks because, wait a second, who else was here??

"You don't have to act so surprised. I wasn't purposly trying to hide from you," the girl scoffs, and Callum has to rub his eyes to make sure he isn't hallucinating or something.

"You're fucking dramatic," she groans, "Do you want a jacket or not?"

The girl has white hair, with light blue streaks and pointy ears. She's leaning against the foundation of the bridge, just barely out of Callum's previous line of sight. No wonder he didn't notice her before.

Oh, and also, she's floating.

"You're floating," he voices, because he needs to know how this girl is literally sitting on water.

She laughs, "Oh gosh, no, wait-" She stands up, and reaches for the top of the bridge, pulling herself up and cartwheeling onto the top. Where she was before is a small stabilizer connected to the bridge, just barely above the water.

It hits him like a bus, and he blushes, embarrassed and aggravated, because seriously- whose choice was it to make his first day on the job a living hell?

"Sorry," He manages a weak laugh, "You just caught me by surprise. What were you doing there?"

"Feeding the ducks." She replies, leaning on the guardrail and looking down on him. She raises an eyebrow, almost like a challenge, and Callum's struck by how fucking ethereal she is. Like, seriously, how could she be human?

"That's not allowed!" He frowns.

"Yeah, I don't really care," She laughs, "What would you guys even do to stop me?"

"It's not healthy for the ducks!" he protests, "And we would make you pay a fine! It's a huge fine! You definitely don't want to get caught again."

"The ducks are perfectly fine," she scoffs, "And the fine is ten dollars, I think I'll manage."

Callum takes back the "ethereal" comment, this girl is plain rude. "As a junior ranger, I have the legal requirement to ask you to not come to this park again if you want to keep hurting our ducks with human toxins," he huffs, reciting from one of the handbooks Soren had given him.

"Right, because their living conditions are sooo good right now," she raises an eyebrow, and Callum stutters.

"I- okay- well- hey! You're changing the topic!"

"Newsflash," she mutters, and before Callum can scream anything indignantly, she walks off the bridge.

"Listen, Callum, let me feed the ducks, and I won't file a report on the terrible hygiene of this place."

"How do you know my name?" He frowns, "And blackmail won't solve anything. Next time you do that, I'm going to call my manager."

"You told the kid, and I heard it," she sighs, as if Callum is the one being insufferable, "Bring your manager tomorrow then. I'm still coming back. These poor things need someone to take care of them."

She flashes him a peace sign, and walks away, while Callum tries to get up, still covered in dirt and water, "Hey! Stop- wait- hey!"

"Hope you don't get fired," she calls back, laughing, and he huffs angrily.

Fine, she wanted to be annoying?

He grins.

He could be really fucking annoying too.

Thank you so much for reading!! Whenever this gets to 25 notes I'll write the next chapter (I need motivation and people liking my writing is kind of the only thing that keeps my going lol). Let me know if I made any mistakes!! Oh and also please support me on my ao3 too!! i love comments / kudos there as well <33. part two is here!!

#the dragon prince #tdp #callum #rayllum #harrow is alive too bad #idk they r slightly ooc #tdp callum #tdp rayla #rayla #tdp s5 #callum tdp #nobody asked for this au but WHATEVER i made it #tdp fanfic #tdp fanfiction #tdp fics #the dragon prince fics #the dragon prince fanfics #the dragon prince fanfictions #the dragon prince rayla #tdp rayllum #they are so cute #2000+ words #corvus #corvus tdp #soren tdp #tdp soren #soren #ezran #claudia #king harrow

[plague-of-insomnia]

WIP Wednesday: New AU, Sebagni Sickfic

This excerpt is from a new self-indulgent AU I’m working on. It’s set in modern Houston, like many of my fics, with a human Sebastian with a rare chronic illness, a heap of medical (and other) trauma he hasn’t processed, and his new live-in nurse, Agni.

Over the course of the story, Agni gets Seb to heal and accept his intentions as genuine, and the two of them become closer.

Here’s an extra-long snippet to hopefully get you as excited for this as I am, lol.

[No real TW here, but it does deal with medical issues, chronic illness, with minor references to PTSD/panic attacks.]

“This is Agni,” Tanaka said as they approached. “Agni, this is Sebastian.”

Agni smiled. In another life, Sebastian may have appreciated how incredibly handsome he was. He’d always been attracted to tall men, but that was behind him now. No one could look at him like this: stuck in bed, barely able to shift himself, a shell of who he once was, and see him as anything but an object of pity at best, or someone who should be euthanized at worst.

A stab of physical pain as a muscle spasmed in his side, blending with the emotional anguish these thoughts brought forth, the brief image of him that almost made Sebastian choke on a breath. He grunted, then did his best to shove it all out of mind. No way he could let his guard down around a new nurse. No matter how bad he was feeling.

“They outsourcing now?” Sebastian spat bitterly. He watched for Agni’s reaction. He didn’t even twitch, but continued to smile. They always seemed so nice and helpful and friendly when Tanaka was around. But as soon as he and Seb were alone—

“It is a sincere pleasure to meet you,” Agni said formally, without a hint of an accent Sebastian could detect. He felt a tiny sting of guilt for what he’d said, but he dismissed the thought before it could blossom. “Do you prefer I call you Mr. Michaelis, Sebastian, or something else?”

Eyes narrowed with suspicion, he replied, “Sebastian is fine.”

Agni nodded. He took a hesitant step closer. It hadn’t escaped Sebastian’s notice that Tanaka had unconsciously placed himself between them. “Can I ask how your pain is right now?” Agni took a tiny notebook from the pocket of his bag, along with a pen, and began to jot some things down.

Tanaka nodded as if to urge Seb to be honest. But what would that solve? It’s not like Agni could really do anything about his pain. Sebastian was used to it. He hadn’t had a single pain-free day in more than ten years. Unless Agni had a magic wand hidden in his bag, the best he could do would be meaningless platitudes. Like “the new anti-inflammatory medicine will start working and relieve your pain soon,” or some shit like that.

“Why the fuck do you care?” Sebastian spat, not in the mood to make nice.

A small frown crossed Agni’s stunning features before he shifted into what was presumably his sympathetic face. “I would like to make you as comfortable as I can. I’m not here only to attend to simple medical needs like giving you medication. I want to improve your quality of life as much as I can.”

Sebastian scowled. It didn’t help that breathing was harder, the pain magnifying, perhaps exacerbated by stress. If he’d had the strength, he’d have hurled something at him and yelled for Agni to just fucking leave him be.

Agni didn’t need to be a mind reader to gauge Sebastian’s mood, but he was either a very good actor or more patient than most, because he didn’t crack yet. “It seems like you’re uncomfortable right now. Could I examine you quickly?”

No. But behind Agni, Tanaka whispered in Japanese, “Behave. I have a good feeling about this one.”

Subduing a growl, Sebastian nodded. Braced himself for rough handling that would aggravate his pain.

Agni set his bag on the side table and removed some supplies, including antibacterial gel he used to clean his hands before pulling on a pair of blue gloves. His forearms were muscular without being excessive, and Sebastian found himself watching as the man worked, apparently not the type to make meaningless chitchat. That was good, at least.

He hated the ones who felt like they had to constantly fill the silence with their babbling, talking to him like he was a toddler and not a grown man in his 30s.

“Let me slip this on your finger,” he said, not reaching and forcefully grabbing Sebastian’s arms like most nurses would have, but instead waiting for him to offer an index finger for the little oxygen meter he clipped onto the tip. “And now I want to listen to your heart and lungs, if that’s all right?”

Sebastian sighed, winced when it pulled and spiked his pain, but quickly pushed his face into neutral. “Fine.”

Tanaka walked around to the other side of the bed, adjusting the curtains so the shifting sun wouldn’t be in Sebastian’s eyes.

Agni was delicate. He warmed the head of the stethoscope with his hands before slipping it under Sebastian’s T-shirt and listening intently in various spots before asking him to breathe deeply and slowly. He even managed to slide the stethoscope between Sebastian and the bed to listen to his back without him yanking him up and away from the mattress like a sack of potatoes. If Sebastian didn’t know better, Tanaka had told him exactly where his pain was bad today, and he was actually taking that into consideration. Had to be for show.

“How are you feeling right now?” Agni asked as he removed the stethoscope and replaced it in his bag.

“Well, I was going to the opera tonight, but I’m a bit tired, so I may have to cancel my plans.” Sebastian glared at the neglected electric wheelchair in the corner of the room. The one he’d been so excited for when he’d first received it, believing he would have newfound freedom with it, that he’d be less encumbered by his disability and illness. That he would have accepted him—

A wave of nausea overwhelmed him and he had to cup his hand over his mouth.

Agni worked quickly, grabbing a kidney-shaped emesis basin from the table and quickly placing it beneath his chin, deftly sliding a hand behind his back to support him without causing him pain.

But Sebastian was able to swallow it down and shove Agni away as well as his limited strength allowed.

But Agni didn’t seem to mind. He nodded, checked the monitor, and said instead, “Your oxygen levels are a little lower than I would like. Are you having any trouble breathing?”

Sebastian glared, but the jerking of his stomach earlier had caused his entire rib cage to feel like it was aflame, and it was easier not to breathe until the burn got so bad he had to inhale. Despite doing all he could to stay focused and in control, he could feel panic setting in. No. Not now. Not with this new nurse he didn’t know from Adam.

Gasping and gripping the sheets, Sebastian felt darkness swirling in on the edges. He struggled against it, fighting himself, fighting his body, fighting traumatic memories that tried to yank him further away from control.

A warm hand on his head. A mask placed in his face. A soothing, deep voice urging him to breathe, to relax, that he’d be OK. Someone held his hand.

With the machine’s assistance, despite the pain, his lungs filled and emptied due to the shifting pressure, and the dizzy, swimming sensation faded to clarity. He hated relying on this thing. The bipap machine. But it helped when his muscles were especially weak, or in moments like this. Let him rest. Without fear he’d stop breathing.

Agni pulled something else from his bag. A small tube. “Have you ever used this ointment before? It’s a topical anti-inflammatory, and I’ve had many of my patients swear by it. I could put some where your pain is worst, if you’d like.”

Go fuck yourself, Sebastian wanted to say, but he was too drained.

Tanaka squeezed his hand as if to encourage him to accept Agni’s help.

“It absorbs quickly, so you don’t need to use too much. I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

Sebastian offered a small nod and pointed lazily to his torso and back. His heart was still racing, and he would have preferred Tanaka do this, but that would take more energy to explain than he had right now.

Over the next few minutes, Agni carefully applied the medicated cream to Sebastian’s sides and back, Tanaka letting Seb lean against him to ease the strain as the nurse coated his back with it. Sebastian was almost stoic through it all, and yet somehow Agni seemed to have a sixth sense for where his pain was worst, concentrating his ministrations there while keeping his touch feather-light.

Then, with Tanaka’s help, he shifted Sebastian onto his side, layering pillows to support his most painful areas. Agni worked slowly so as to minimize spiking his pain. No nurse had treated him so gently or with so much consideration. If he hadn’t had dozens of bad examples, he might have been tempted to believe Agni actually did care.

“This’ll take some strain off your ribs,” Agni said in a low, rich voice.

Now that the adrenaline crash was hitting him, and the cream was dulling the pain, exhaustion began to pull Sebastian so strongly he struggled to keep his eyes open.

“Get some rest. I’ll check on you later.” Agni slipped the call button into Sebastian’s hand, petting it momentarily as if to give him reassurance, though it felt patrionizing. Still, it was considerate enough. Meant if he woke up in agony he wouldn’t have to move to call for help.

Tanaka stroked Sebastian’s arm soothingly before pulling the blankets up around him. “The heated blanket will help,” he whispered. “Sleep for a while.”

Sebastian gave up fighting and let his lids slide closed.

I hope you enjoyed this! If you do, let me know..!

I’m really hoping I’ll be able to post the first chapter of this this month.

Reblogs are always appreciated !!

Special thanks to @apocalypticromantic666 for all their encouragement and support!!

#黒執事 #black butler #wip wednesday #sebastian michaelis #agni #sebagni #tanaka #nurse agni #spoonie sebastian #Tanaka is like Seb’s dad here #modern au #human sebastian #whump #angst #hurt/comfort #poi writes #yea another au lol #sebagni spoonie au #I need a real title for this lol #synchronize au

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love!

Daisies (Steddie)

Summary: He hacked out a few more harsh sounding noises, before he spat into his open palm, taking a relieved breath as whatever was lodged in his throat came out. Eddie would’ve been relieved too, confused, but okay now that Steve was safe. And then he saw what was in Steve’s hand. A daisy. Steve had just coughed up a fucking daisy. And, judging by the completely blasé expression he had on his face as he looked down at it, this wasn’t the first time. When Steve wakes up choking on flowers, Eddie thinks that it might be the end. It turns out to be just the beginning.

I love Daisies so much and the response it got was wayyyy more than I ever could have expected!!! A hanahaki AU that it's a little non-traditional and one of my all time faves I've written!!!

2. Princess (Steddie, Steve and Chrissy)

Summary: “You knew Chrissy” Eddie managed to force out, feeling like he was about to vomit. Steve nodded, still looking at the picture. Chrissy’s little face was overtaken by an absolutely enormous grin, and her right hand was tightly grabbing onto Steve’s free left one.  “Who do you think gave her her title?” He asked rhetorically, side-eyeing Eddie to gauge his reaction. When Eddie didn’t give one, Steve sighed, stepping away, “People always get that story wrong though,” Eddie wakes up alone, goes downstairs, and finds out things he wasn't ready to know.

Princesssssssss. Augh this one hurts me every time I read it and it's one of my top favorite head canons. I think Steve and Chrissy being cousins hits a chord that is just so perfect? This little detail that doesn't actually exist to anyone but me is so canon to me now haha!

3. Let Me Just Hold You Now (Stolen)

Summary: Steve has a routine for nights like this. A routine for the times when his world gets flipped on its axis. Just four simple steps to keep his body alive while his mind tries to sort through whatever fucked up thing he just went through.  Steve has a Routine.  Robin breaks that Routine.

THIS FIC MAN. I really hit a stride with Stolen fics that just felt soooooo yeah I really loved writing this one and that's not something I can usually say!!

4. The Day After (Stoncy)

Summary: The morning after Steve helps to destroy a demon who had been trying to kill Jonathan Byers and Nancy Wheeler, he goes to school. He didn't want to go. He didn't know why he did it. He just went. It was startling to see how the rest of the world didn't change.

Agh! So I have a mixed relationship with this series but I had to include a stoncy fic in this list and this one was the one that really started it all. The first long fic I finished, the first one I felt really proud of, and the fic that really started my love for stranger things. Yeah I'm proud of this one.

5. How to Rehabilitate a Jock (Eventual Steddie WIP)

Summary: After their breakup, Steve found that being around Nancy and Jonathan was pretty much unbearable. His old friends wouldn't even look at him, and there was only so much time he could spend with the kids before he started feeling kind of pathetic. All in all, he was a pretty lonely person now. But was he really lonely enough to consider joining Hellfire club? And were they really willing to accept having a dethroned king in their party? A post season two AU where Steve becomes a part of hellfire club

This one is probably my baby and will be for at least the rest of the year. She gives me so much trouble but I love her so gosh darn much!!!!! Anyways it's my most popular story, it feels like a lot of pressure, but I love it.

TY MORGAN THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN AND IM SO GRATEFUL YOU SENT THISSSS

#tag game #self rec game #can't wait to send this to thefaves heheheh