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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Cockwarming and Banter with an Orc Warlord

Pairing: Male!Orc Warlord x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, fluff, banter, cuddles, kissing, nuzzles, affirmation, cockwarming, lots of cum

A/N: I wanted to write filth but that can happen later, for now have this, its only slightly filthy.

You were already sore from being on the thick cock of your new orc warlord. It was another victory for him and his clan and as his favorite human you wanted to give show him your appreciation. His large hands pushed you down on his cock, another surge of cum washing over your insides as you collapsed onto his muscular chest.

"Tired already, pet? The party just started. Everyone's having fun out there tonight." If you were able to focus on something other then him you'd be able to hear the various, eclipsing moans, begging, roars and growls going on outside. "You need to work on your stamina."

"Do I? Maybe I just need some more motivation." You sigh against him, wiggling your hips on his cock, not wanting to leave, to lose the fullness of him inside of you.

"Mhm. Don't worry, I have all night to train you." He nuzzled the top of your head, his tusks grazing your forehead, tickling you a little.

You laughed and pulled back, "You're being awfully affectionate tonight, my Lord." His arms circled back around you and pulled you close, his cock nudging against the entrance to your womb again, "I-I didn't say I dislike it..."

"I don't know, you looked like you were having fun earlier, being used, being fucked out of your mind. I never knew you could make that face." Speaking of, you could feel how much your face was heating up due to his words. Which was strange because you heard him say much dirtier things not even a few minutes ago. "Getting shy on me now, pet? Don't be, I still have so much to show you."

Starting from the corner to your lips he dragged his lips all the way to your chest, sucking most of your soft breast in his mouth and letting his sharp teeth leave a little imprint before giving the other the same treatment. All the while he kept his grip on your hips strong, moving you back and forth, keeping your cunt stimulated and full.

"A little rest, please." You wanted to push on his shoulders but your hands ended up sliding around them instead as he thrust his hips upwards, startling you forward with the sudden jolt of pleasure.

"You're very lucky you're such a cute human. Many women would do anything to have my favor the way you do." He was pretty popular in the surrounding towns, as was most of his clan, from doing mundane things like helping with farm work to warding off bandits. As a result when they went off to battle and won there were plenty of people scrambling to congratulate them. You just so happened to be the lucky woman that caught the Warlord's eyes.

"Don't you think you're the lucky one, my Lord? I hope you know I have a lot of favorable suitors to- ah!" You teased him, knowing it would get a rise out of him in all kinds of ways. And you got what you wanted, him pushing back up, his thick cock scrapping your walls, "Jealous?"

"Of tiny humans? Please. I could break any of you easily." Only he was too fond of humans, at least some of them, to do so. "I could break you in so many ways, pet." Your pussy fluttered at his threatening tone which caused something dangerous to flash behind his eyes for a brief moment, "Stupid human, too horny for her own good. Good thing I'm here to keep you on a tight leash." His lips found yours, his growling and snarls momentarily silenced in favor of tasting you. You seemed to be intent on driving him crazy tonight, good, it means you're learning his ways. Exactly what he's looking for in a future mate.

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your-nanas-house · 4 months

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Late again

◇ Pairing: Raymond Leon X best friend!Reader

◇ Warnings: anger, rough smut, creampie, arguments, Raymond, friends to lovers, mean Ray.

◇ Summary: Raymond has enough of Y/n's bullshit.

◇ Note: This is my Christmas gift for you @mrkdvidal1989. Merry Christmas Eve and Merry Christmas! 🫶🏻 I tried my best.

Raymond's piercing baby blue eyes remained fixed on his rich watch, the fabric of his leather pants squeaking as he let his leg bounce up and down in impatience. She was late…again. And he was almost completely sure of the reason for her waste of time. The particular reason that kept her busy and away from him for weeks now, away from her own best friend.

As the mixed emotions started to kick in, all swirling around like crazy…anger, sadness, jealousy and disappointment… a loud knock made its way in the uncomfortable silence of the room. Causing him to snap his eyes up to glare towards the door, his right hand covering back his watch with the sleeve of his leather jacket.

“Come in” his low voice brumming in his office, his gaze sharpening as soon as he recognized Y/n— not dressed in her timekeeper uniform but with on a short sleeveless wine red dress, tight on her torso…with a lovely heart shaped cleavage which showed off her breasts in a delicious way, and the lower half which was opening up like a flower, stopping mid-thighs… to not show too much but enough.

“You're late” Raymond quickly said, his eyes roaming around her body, taking in everything she was gifting him without even noticing.

Her eyes rolled at his statement, not wanting to comment and explain to her best friend why she was a couple of minutes late, especially because he was acting in a weird way lately…demanding to know things and to receive explanations like if she was her dad. It was starting to annoy her.

“Oh shut up, Ray—” Y/n murmured under her breath, taking off her red heels, her eyes focusing on the task and her sore feet to notice the clear anger that washed over Raymond's face.

His body was shaking softly as his eyes squinted slightly, his jaw clenched harshly and his dilated nostrils. He wasn't mad, he was furious after keeping up with all the bullshit Y/n kept making him deal with.

The pure crude jealousy that kept rushing in his body and that made him struggle to get his work right for nearly three weeks now, was now rushing back in his body… blinding him from rational thoughts.

“You've been acting like a dick since I started to go out with Davin” the young woman commented casually in a pissed tone, her smaller hands still working on the muscles of her right foot when big rough hands grabbed her hips to press her harshly against the wall she was leaned on.

A squeal leaving her lipstick covered lips, before it turned into a soft groan of pain and anger “What the fuck are you doing?!” She nearly yelled at her best friend, gasping when Raymond covered her mouth quickly with his hand, his fingers digging in the flesh of her cheeks.

“Shut your fucking mouth” he growled, body pressed against her back, his hips holding her lowerback flat against the cold surface of the wall of his office “You've been acting like a shameless slut for weeks now and I had enough of your bullshit, you heard me?” He spat angrily in her ear as his free hand grabbed a hold of her neck so that he could easily move her around without her trying to fight him.

Muffled cries and insults filled the room, his harsh movements just increasing them before the collision of her body with the wooden desk echoed in the room, a single tear falling down her cheek as Y/n started to wiggle and fight him.

“Let me go, you bastard!” She hissed, attempting to bite him as he took a hold of her wrist, pressing them first above her head and then behind her back as soon as her attempt failed.

A sharp slap across her face stopped the fight she was pulling up, allowing him to manhandle her smaller body so that her front was now pressed down.

“Raymond! Raymond, don't you fucking dare” she warned the man with anger and fead in her tone, her legs clenching softly together as his calloused hand brushed slowly against her bare neck after moving away from the way her hair— tracing an imaginary path that kept getting lower…with the zip of her dress, exposing in a sneaky teasing way more of her skin.

Her shoulder blades twitching at the touch, her body shaking softly due to the anticipation and the painful wait of Raymond's next actions. “Look at you…” he started in a murmur, his hand now diving between her legs to press two fingers against the wet cloth that were her panties “a fucking slut… didn't do anything and you're already so fucking wet for me….because it's for me, right, sweetheart? Not for Davin or any other man” he hissed, pressing harder against her clothed entrance now, spreading her fluids in a teasing pace. Biting his bottom lip when she cried out, her head nodding as she revealed and confirmed what she asked her.

“Y-Yes, just for you, Ray” her voice cracked pathetically, making him coo mockingly at her, a smug grin covering his handsome face “Of course, darling” he whispered against the shell of her ear before leaving a wet kiss on her flushed cheek.

His hand moved away, causing a whimper from Y/n which made him chuckle… she was wiggling again, pressing her ass against his growing boner creating a lovely fiction.

“Raymond!” She whispered with a warning tone, she was getting wetter as the time passed, the arousal could be felt all over her body but— he was her best friend.

She couldn't just let him do what he wanted and play around with her feelings she thought.

Letting happen exactly the opposite, allowing Raymond's hand to raise her dress and expose her round ass, nearly covered by the fabric of her lacy thong. “Fucking slut” he murmured angrily, spanking her harshly before staring at the red sign of his hand which was forming slowly.

His baby blue eyes didn't look away as he unbuckled his belt, working quickly on his leather pants to finally free his cock. Y/n glanced behind, taking a peak of his long thick cock, rock hard with pulsing veins… just waiting to be inside of her tight wet cunt.

A rough thrust and he was completely buried inside of her, his hand quickly covering her mouth so that they wouldn’t catch anyone’s attention and a low grunt left his own body at the amazing sensation of those warm walls squeezing his cock. It felt like heaven and he wasn’t going to back off now, he needed more…it was nearly intoxicating that whole situation.

So he started to move, not waiting for her to adjust to his size, just thrusting with the goal of seeking his own pleasure and punishing her.

Muffled moans and loud sighs could be heard all over the room, the heavenly noises of his skin slapping against hers at every rough thrusts were driving him nuts. His heavy balls hit her clit every time he made a stronger thrust, ending up in no time deep balls inside of her cunt. Drilling inside of her without stopping, his chest now pressed against her bare back so that he could hit her cervix better, causing her pain but extreme pleasure.

“You’re fucking mine” Raymond hissed in her ear, his lips brushing against her warm skin slowly down to the base of her neck, his teeth grazing it teasingly till he bite down, nearly drawing blood as soon as his orgasm hit his whole body like a train. His load being shoot deeply inside of her with a muffled groan, his body kept shaking softly as she screamed silently, rolling her eyes back at the feeling of his slow thrusts and the seed that was still flowing inside of her.

“Fucking mine” the timekeeper murmured against her shoulder blades, leaving a wet kiss there before slowly moving out of her.. staring at his cum dripping out of her cunt, down onto her thighs and then desk.

“I-I love you too” Y/n whispered breathlessly, allowing herself to close her eyes for a moment, yelping softly when Raymond slapped her ass as a reply.

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mamayan · 6 months

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hi can we get part 2 of ( RUN BUT DON’T HIDE ) toji fic

like what happens the next day, would he be a little nicer

Short answer Nonnie… yes but probably not how you think—

Yandere Toji Fushiguro x Fem! Darling

cw: NSFW • Obsessive/Possessive Themes • Established Relationship • Dubcon • Cock warming • Praise/Degradation • Fluff/Comfort (sort of) • Somnophilia • Begging• Denial

Run Don’t Hide (Yan! Toji x Fem! Darling)

“Mmmm…”

You awoke to noisy slurping and a burning in your lower belly.

“Ya up, baby?” His deep timber murmuring right up against your heat had you dizzily lifting up for a better view.

His hulking frame had your thighs spread as wide as possible, fitting himself awkwardly between while keeping you open with two hands palming into the flesh of your thigh. His tongue languidly lapping at your clit, scar pulled taunt with his mischievous grin. “Thought the first orgasm would’a woke ya, but this slutty cunt is used to coming on my tongue it seems.” His dark eyes held nothing but wicked intentions, even as you whined for mercy and attempted to push at his head to remove him from your sore pussy.

“Toji please… it hurts,” he scoffs at your pathetic plea, and you’re rewarded with a sharp nip to your inner thigh that leaves a trail of blood from his canine puncturing the delicate skin. He ignores your yelp and struggle, only hushing you like one might a petulant child.

“It hurts, yeah? Then I won’t make you cum anymore sweetheart, wouldn’t want you hurting.” Despite his ominous tone, you’re relieved to be given rest today at least, sagging back into the bed where you’d once been tense. Your relief must’ve been to palpable as he chuckles and moves over you, your eyes watching him with confusion as he grips your hips and switches your positions.

Now you’re laid across the hard lines of his muscular chest, tense again as you feel his hot leaking tip kiss your entrance.

“…T-Toji…”

“Don’t look so nervous. I said I wouldn’t make ya cum anymore.” Then he’s pushing into your poor sore cunt, stretching the muscles still healing from their last round of vigorous exercise while you cry and writhe against his chest. He’s got you locked down with an arm around your waist though, and soon he’s bottoming out in your spasming tight pussy.

“Fuck, so tight,” he growls, hands moving to grip the soft globes of your ass and wiggle your hips on his meaty rod nestled in your warmth. “Alright baby, hard part over. Relax for me,” he murmurs, and you’re shocked when he stays completely still, hand moving up to pet and stroke your hair and naked skin of your back.

He’s making you cock warm him.

It’s… pleasant. Not as terrible as you first presumed, and you truly do begin to relax as he does, his chest becoming less angular and softer as he lets his muscles go lax. The even gentle petting making you sleepy, and soon the sting fades and you’re back to a drowsy even breathing.

He keeps you like that for what seems like forever. Only occasionally shifting and thrusting up into you, but it doesn’t hurt, no it felt good. The slow and gentle roll of his powerful hips, the way his thick fingers lightly dug into your muscles and relaxed you further, and the building heat in your leaking core that craved release.

Toji for all he was, and he was not a good man, kept his word.

Even when you slowly unraveled into a pathetic mess who couldn’t keep your hips still, he kept his word. Hands now gripping you tightly and holding you still, hushing you like a child and chuckling when you became infuriated.

“Fuck, please, Toji—,” he loves the way your eyes roll back into your skull when he lazily surprises you with a thrust against your cervix, halting your blubbering whines as you choke on your words in favor of moaning.

“Shh, I wouldn’t want to hurt you, sweetheart. Stay nice and still for me, or I’ll think you were lying earlier.” He’d already stirred you up though, to the point where you wanted a little pain to ease the ache drowning you right now. His balls hung heavy and soaked from your slick, little mouth swallowing his thick cock into it’s snug walls. Your forced to lay flat on his chest with him tucked away deep inside you, your clit pressed tight against his pubic hair and groin, so every little wiggle you managed to sneak past his iron hold only severed to rile you up further.

“I-I need to cum, please, it doesn’t hurt now—,”

“Oh? So you lied to me? Is that right?”

“I-It hurt earlier but now—,” he’d backed you into a corner, and while amusement painted his handsome features, his eyes were dark and predatory on you.

“Doesn’t sound like it hurt much then.”

Then you’re on your back, his wide frame boxing you in and pinning you down while he pretends to contemplate.

“I wonder how I should punish you for lying…”

“Toji, I didn’t—!”

“Since you said it hurt…” He’s pressing down against your womb, big hand warm and adding pressure until you feel him buried inside you from the front. No amount of begging or pleading will make him stop. He edges and teases you until tears fall and even then, he’s only licking them up and fucking you close to your climax before stopping once again.

He doesn’t want it to hurt after all.

Dividers/@cafekitsune

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writingoddess1125 · 7 months

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More papa buggy, maybe him teaching the twins how to properly use there new powers?

Such a cute idea!! I love this!

Breathe and- OW!!

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Buggy stared at his sons and took a deep breath to calm himself-

"Alright let's try this again- Breathe and focus you should feel a unique sencation as your devil fruit activates"

He instructed, Watching how Dee was doing as he was told and Bee was looking around distracted and clearly not paying attention.

Buggy had never realized how little his patients could be or how he hadn't been murdered by his mentor when he was this age-

With the twins new devil fruit powers he had insisted on taking up the task of training them- While their powers were different from his the simple idea of how to use them should be easy enough- yeah no.

"But I'm tired!" Bee wined, laying on the ground of the ship as Dee looked at his brother and kicked him.

"Stop being a baby!" "You're the baby!!" The boys started to nicker back and forth and throw punches- Buggy floating his hands over to pull them off each other and hold them in the air.

"Both of you stop fighting!" It looked like a three way argument from most peoples perspectives. Walking upstairs you couldn't help but snort at the sight of the three bluettes.

Buggy turned back to look at you as you stepped out with a smile. Buggy still holding the fighting twins by the scruff of their shirts in air jail- giggling at the sight. It was like a frustrated dog trying to get its puppy's to wind down.

"You doing okay?" You chime softly, Buggy giving you a Goofy smile.

"Hey Doll!~" He says cheerfully, you two had started to go steady. While you guys were at square one in terms of relationship it was still going very well, including trying to parent together.

"Yeah just doing some training an-OW! GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!" Buggy yelled out as he dropped the boys and held his nose as turned around cursing a storm stomping his foot hard. Bee accidently punching his father since Buggy hadn't been paying attention and his hands gradually floated back to their natural positions.

"Buggy are you alright!?" You yell and walk over to the whining Captian who had tears in his eyes- Both twins wide eyed at this and Bee wincing at punching his father so hard.

"Sorry..."

"Fine! I'm fine!" He yelled as he stood up wiggling his sore nose and looking to the twins.

"Alright let's go ya little brats!" Buggy yelled as he pulled out some wooden swords. Handing one to each boy and taking a smaller one himself.

"We are going to be doing sword practice next! Got it!" Bee looked more interested in this but looked at the wooden stick in confusion.

"But this is a stick-" He pointed out, Buggy rubbing his temple.

"Yes its a stick... I'm not going to train my kids with real swords" Buggy gritted out. Dee rolling his eyes.

"Yeah stupid he isn't trying to kill us!" Bee smacked Dee with the stick.

"Don't call me stupid! Idiot!" That started to two bickering again and Buggy took the opportunity to float his hand behind them and wack both of them on the behinds with the stick making them yelp and look to Buggy who looked ready to kick them into the ocean.

"Focus! Now lets begin!"

You watched as Buggy trained the boys, correcting their form, showing them how to stand and more so. While he never used swords personally he did know how to use them and was using this to help guide them. He was actually fairly skilled and knew what he was doing which genuinely surprised you.

The boys in truth were getting their asses handed to them- however greatly improving it seemed with each passing round. Buggy detaching his torso to fly around and essentially use himself like a floating target.

"And Remeber you're pirates! You can play dirty!" Buggy yelled as Bee blocked the left hit from the wooden sword, Buggy using his floating torso to keep a pressure on them- Dee seemed to perk up at hearing this, silently slipping behind his father as Bee kept up trying to hit the floating target.

You should have seen it coming- you really should have. The twinkle of mischief in Dee's eye and how he stalked towards his Father's lower body still just standing there.

Before you could yell out to stop Dee it was too late- Buggy turned his head as Dee slammed the wooden sword right inbetween his father's legs a harsh cracking sound and a shiver that went over the adult man's body like a cat getting its tail stepped on.

"Gah!-" He choked out as foam left his mouth and his upper body collapsed on the deck floor. Tears rolling down his face as his lower body fell to its knees and was shaking-

"Balls... my damn balls..." Buggy choked out, you quickly rushing over to your partner. The twins celebrating as they believed they had won the sparing match with their father. Which technically they had- In seconds Buggy's was out cold and you sent the boys away and proceeded to have Cabaji help you take the passed out Captian to the lower quarters and ship doctor.

An hour later after the doctor gave Buggy a check up and you scolded the boys for such a dirty trick to do you saw in the cabins with a pale and dejected Buggy.

You rub Buggy's back as he sat in the comfy chair in the shared room, Buggy having a ice pack on his crotch and his head bowed in shame.

"...it's worse I can't even be mad- I told them that playing dirty" He whined, you gently cooing at him to try and make him feel better as you knew his spirit and testicles had been crushed.

"I-It can't be that bad" You try and comfort him- Buggy looked to you with teary eyes.

"(Y/N) my ballsack looks like two giant blueberries someone beat the shit out of-" He choked out, you wince kissing his forehead.

It seemed after this moment the prospect of future kids truly was out of the picture-

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diaryofanidiot · 9 months

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The Experiments

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem! Reader

Chapter list: Prologue, 1, 2, <3> , 4, 5

Cw: Swearing; torture; blood; medical experiments; panic attacks; malnourishment

Summary: For over a year, Y/N was held in a soviet experimentation facility. Forced to fight and claw her way to live, she managed to stay alive. When the 141 rescues her, they get way more intel than bargained for.

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Chapter Three

Sweat made the hospital gown irritatingly stick to my skin as I tried to get comfortable in the cot. They had left me restrained during the night, making it harder to sleep as I looked restlessly around the medical bay.

The occasional night shift nurse or guard would pass by, but other than that, I received no reprive from the torment that was my own mind.

Ghost was no longer nearby on what I assumed had been a guard duty of sorts. He must've left during the measly few hours of sleep that I had managed. With a huff, I tapped my finger to the call button and waited.

Within the minute, a nurse appeared with a friendly smile. For the night shift, she still certainly kept her bedside manner in check.

She brought over a chart with various illustrations of what I could possibly need, and I pointed to the bathroom. The kind nurse smiled with an "of course." and went to retrieve a guard to undo my restraints and help me into my wheelchair.

I don't know when I began scheming. All I knew was that if I didn't get out of this confined space and into some fresh air, I might actually snap. Sure, Soap or maybe even Gaz, if he had truly forgiven me for the hand incident, might be kind enough to take me for some in the morning.

Despite that fact that slipped my brain, my entire extended time of washing my hands was filled with thoughts of escape.

As the guard wheeled me back, I managed to slip my hand into his jacket pocket and nab the key undetected. I don't think he expected it with the friendly smile I had sacrificed to him.

Once I was back in my cot and the guard fastened my restraints, I feigned soreness in my dominant wrist.

"Too tight?" He asked me. I gave him a pitiful look before I saw the gears crank in his brain. "I suppose keeping this one loose won't do any harm. Just don't snitch. If you even can." He snickered and put a playful finger to his lips as he allowed me more wiggle room with that arm. He was kind. I hated to pull the wool over his eyes.

Once I was left alone to rest once more, I couldn't help the slight smirk on my face despite the nerves in my stomach as I maneuvered the key to the lock. It took a while of fumbling, but soon it went in, and I was able to nudge it until it clicked open.

My eyes shot up and looked around, checking my surroundings before unlocking my other hand and then my ankles. I leaned over on my cot to pull my wheelchair next to the bed. Now for the difficult part.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed while using my arms to keep balance as I lowered myself into the chair. It was excruciating on my body, but I had already decided that the ends justified the means.

Once I was seated comfortable, I glanced at the IV in my arm. There was no way I could take the bulky stand holding the drip bag with me, so I did what any not so sane person would've done and removed the needle on my own. I already had multiple infected wounds. What was the risk of one more?

Determination flooded my bones as I peered around to make sure the coast was clear. Despite my inner fire I couldn't help but jump at every sound while I maneuvered the unfamiliar place.

When I finally reached the steel door entrance of the medical building, I released a breath I didn't realize I was holding and struggled to open the door; while simultaneously fitting my wheel chair through.

It didn't matter in the end as the door opened by a force not of my own. My gaze shot upward to see an all too familiar mask staring down at me, the night sky not even providing enough light to see his eyes through the skull.

"What do you think you're doing?"

He understood my motives. I didn't know why at this exact moment. Yet, here we were. He matched my pace as he allowed me to wheel my way around the compound and revel in the fresh air.

I occasionally peeked a glance at him. He seemed so stoic but the kindness in the action showed me he was a bit more than that.

"Don't do that." He broke the silence. "I can see the damn gratitude in your face. You're still getting reprimanded when we're done here."

I broke my eyes away suddenly. He could try to play the mean guy all he wanted, but this was the biggest act of kindness I had received in so long. He would get my gratitude whether he liked it or not.

The moon was a small crescent tonight, and a cool breeze blew past occasionally. Crickets chirped, and the occasional glow of a firefly caught my attention. Just the sight if it made everything that I went through. No. That I survived feel worth it.

I had been advised to wait to speak during my physical therapy sessions but I had to communicate. Even just a little.

"You-" I coughed as I got too eager to speak. His eyes were on me now as we paused our stroll. "Saved me." I managed. He handed me a water and I sipped it gratefully.

"Didn't even know you were there. Was just doing my job." He insisted matter-of-factly. "You're welcome, though. If that's what you really want. Nothing is owed."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes once he looked away and continued our walk. Didn't he realize I owed everything to him and his team? Eventually, his hand grabbed the back of my wheelchair, halting my movements.

"We need to get you back where you belong. Cmon." He looked at me expectantly. I got the feeling that if i didn't wheel myself back that he would do it for me. With a look of dejection, I let him walk me back to that horrible place known as the medbay.

"Don't look so sad. I was told you'll only be there for a few weeks." He looked forward as he spoke. "After that, you'll only need to go in for a few checkups."

I had more questions but no way to speak them. It was frustrating, to say the least, but I couldn't help myself from trusting him.

Ghost was right. After the first two weeks, many of my injuries had healed substantially. The infections were now gone, and the sores on my neck were toward the end stages of healing.

The time spent there was agonizing, switching between physical therapy, speech therapy, and the constant check-in from the doctors and nurses.

Soap visited when Ghost couldn't watch over me. His company was nice enough to help pass the time. He was more chatty than the latter which I appreciated. Even Gaz began to visit again. He had truly forgiven me, which I couldn't lie that I had my doubts of, and his hand had healed up.

There was the occasional day or two when none of the trio would visit me. I had been told they were still cleaning up messes near the place I was rescued. Part of me wondered if they were searching for others like me. Other bioengineered weapons that is.

But my favorite time of day was the pre "lights out" walks that Ghost would occasionally take me on before retiring for the night. While he didn't speak much, he seemed to understand that they helped substantially. I liked to think that he enjoyed them as well. He certainly at least seemed less tense.

That is, until my voice began to come back to me. It was scratchy at first and hurt my throat for a bit, but soon, something phenomenal happened. I recognized it. I finally had my own voice back.

I might've abused the happiness it gave me by never shutting up...

"You really like the sound of your own voice, don't ya?" Gaz interrupted. I paused before realizing I was rambling to him.

"...am I really talking that much?"

"Well," He smiled in amusement. "I just spent the last Twenty minutes sitting here listening to you go on about the things you've observed during your stay in the medbay."

I looked away, apologizing. He laughed and shook his head.

"Nah, you're getting discharged today. You have a right to be excited."

"Just glad you guys got back in time." I smiled. The rest of the 141 walked in shortly after.

"(Y/n)!" Soap called, a giant grin on his face. Ghost and Price trailed close behind. "How ya feeling, lass?"

He placed his hand on my head, ruffling my hair. "You ready to go?"

"Yes. Please." I said, my tone filled with relief. Gaz handed me my crutches, which I had upgraded to a few days ago.

Once I was discharged and the proper paperwork was filed, I was led to a new building. One with proper rooms and facilities.

"You understand, (y/n), now that your voice is back, We are going to need you to answer some questions?" Price asked. I wasn't as close to him as I was to the other's, considering he didn't visit nearly as often. He was kind to me, though.

I nodded. "I'll do what I can. If there are others like me out there... I want to do what I can to help."

The Captain smiled at me with a hint of admiration. "Atta girl. Here you are."

They had led me to a room. It was mostly bare aside from some essential furniture. Like an actual bed, a desk, a dresser, and a trunk.

It mightve been bare... but oh how I missed privacy.

"There's some clothes in the dresser. May not be your style, but it's what's on hand." Soap spoke, pointing toward it before facing me. "Better than that hospital gown, I assume?"

I nodded eagerly before feeling a firm hand pat my back. Ghost.

"Get settled in. I'll come get you in a short while and you can give us some answers."

I watched as they took their leave, closing the door behind them. I was practically giddy at the newfound freedom as I limped over to the dresser and opened it. Plain black shirts and cargo pants were folded military style.

Part of me wondered who prepped it for me. No matter. Getting dressed on my own was an entirely new hurdle that my physical therapist hadn't addressed yet, but with the help of the bed to sit on, I managed.

I set my crutches aside and flopped back onto the mattress. Finally, my ears were greeted with... nothing. No beeping monitors, no footsteps that raised my anxiety, not the mumbled voices of nurses and doctors. My nose was given the same reprive. No smell of hand sanitizer or cleaning products. Surprisingly, less sterile smelled... better.

I don't know how long I had stayed there with my eyes closed. It felt good not to be so overwhelmed.

All good things must come to an end.

A knock at my door and the clicking of the latch made my eyes open. Ghost, despite being so large, moved quietly. I never heard him approaching.

"Ready to give us some answers?"

A/n: Once again, thank you all for the love this fic has received. All your comments and reviews have done nothing but make me smile <3 I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm gonna be making a separate post for taglist add requests soon. I'll link it to the fic once it's up as it's getting a bit chaotic 😅 if I missed you, then feel free to ask again. I've gotten a lot of replies asking to be added

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mactavishwritings · 10 months

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HEYYYYYY, HYWD?

I will beg for a: Gentle Dom! Price, Hard dom! Ghost or König and a Brat!Reader.

PLEASE, I LOVE YOUR WRITING!!

oh fuck dude you are speaking my language <33333

a lil nsfw 18+ only please <3

Gentle Dom!Price and Hard Dom!Ghost asking you to behave just for once. You sat in the meeting room, just the three of you when Price knelt down in front of you. "Be good today. This mission is important and you need to pay attention." you nodded, but then Ghost gripped your thigh tightly. You winced and Ghost leaned down to whisper in your ear. "Be. Nice." His voice was firm and stubborn, causing your back to stiffen.

During the meeting, Ghost had his hand kept on your thigh. It didn't stop you however because you started wiggling. Ghost's fingers dug into your thigh and you pushed yourself up to sit on your knees. You started doodling on your paper instead of taking notes, figuring that you could look over Soap's later. Price was giving you disappointed looks the entire time, knowing that you weren't paying attention like he had asked you two.

What made Ghost snap was when you leaned back and tossed a paper ball at Gaz, who giggled and tossed it back to you. Ghost's hand snapped out and grabbed the ball before grabbing your arm. "Enough." His voice was loud and direct, making Gaz jump. Not you though. You were used to this so you just made eye contact with the man like a challenge, your eyes were filled with such mischief that Ghost physically sat up to appear even bigger than normal.

Price approached the table, breaking up the staring contest to refocus you. Once he got you back, he continued the meeting making sure that Ghost had an arm around you to hopefully keep you in place.

After the meeting, Price dismissed Soap and Gaz. As soon as they left the room, Ghost immediately pinned you to the table and forced your arms around your back. you gasped at the sudden movement and fought back against Ghost’s strong hold, kicking your feet back in an attempt to fight back. Ghost was used to your antics by then so he pushed his chest against your back. Price sat across from you two, tablet in hand. "Be gentle this time with her, Simon. Need her fit and able for this mission." Price fiddled with his tablet while Ghost forced your pants down to your knees. "Don't worry, only enough to make sure she understands what she did wrong."

You cried out with each hit to your ass. Ghost held your arms with one hand while he delivered blows with his other hand. Price watched with a small smile, counting each hit with you, and would make Ghost restart every time you missed a count. Each hit would get harder and harder, making a loud clapping sound that almost drowned out your crying. Ghost smirked with each hit that he delivered, basking in your cries.

Price soon stood after putting the tablet on the table. "that's enough, Simon. Let's see how our baby is doing." You looked up at Price with big, teary eyes. Ghost rolled his eyes, but released you anyway. "The slut is just fine, John. You go too easy on her." Ghost pulled you up by your shirt, but left your pants down. "Was Simon too rough with you, angel?" You nodded, rubbing your eyes as Price inspected your bruised ass, rubbing your reddened cheeks. He took you in his arms and you stuck your tongue out at Ghost. "Meanie." You growled at Ghost and Price was quick to grab your chin. "Do not think that I won't bend you over this table myself and have my way with you." Price delivered a quick strike to your already sore ass and you sobbed loudly.

"I'm sorry!" You whined as Ghost came up to pull your pants up back to their normal place. Ghost kissed the top of your hair and tapped your ass lightly. "Be glad that he was here because if I got what I wanted, your pretty little ass would be black and blue. You hear that? So what do you say? Hm?" You tilted your chin back until you saw Ghost. "Thank you, Sir." Ghost hummed and Price pulled away. "Alright, you two, go train for a little bit. I want you on your best games for this mission."

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spinningwebsandtales · 11 months

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Imagine Taking A Relaxing Bath With Yami

Yami Sukehiro X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Suggestive themes, mentions of nudity, flirting, and I believe Yami is a warning in himself

Word Count: 1k

(A/N:) Oh my gosh y’all! The Black Clover movie is sooooo good! It made me realize how much I miss the anime! I’m keeping up with the manga and reading the chapters as they are released but man there are so many things I want to see come to life! Hey Black Clover studio new season when?! Anyway my magical husband is back (he needed more scenes but honestly I can’t get enough Yami anyway) and I need some self-indulgence stuff! XD So bear with me as I go insane! ~Countess

The Black Bulls had been your home for awhile now and you had seen many battles. Some tough. Some easy. The other members felt like family and you grew closer to each and every one of them every single day. Yami was a different story as you were in a relationship with the dark haired captain. While he seemed rough and crude, he was actually a caring man that showed how much he cared in different ways. He always seemed to in tune to your needs or how you were feeling. While he wasn’t much into PDA, in private he made sure to make up for it tenfold. You couldn’t complain about your life and you enjoyed all that being a magic knight had to offer. But it wasn’t easy all the time. Missions were rough and you did get hurt several times. It was the aches the next day that had you trying to rest to get well enough before the next mission.

Your body was covered in scratches and bruises were beginning to mar your skin. Yami had been out the majority of the day as he had a meeting with the wizard king. He took the loudest Black Bull members with him as well, leaving the base quiet enough that you could get some much needed rest.

Night was covering the sky and still Yami had yet to return. At first you had been concerned that he was hurt or finding the company of other women. But you were quick to find out Yami was strong and not that type of man. Though he did enjoy gambling too much and if you went to look for him, you normally found him gambling all his earnings and then some, away in some seedy tavern. So instead of worrying, you decided to ease the aches by taking a much needed hot bath. Grabbing the few supplies you kept for your personal use, you went to the bathing room of the base. There was two different areas, one for the women and one for the men. Naturally you went into the women’s bath and the steam that greeted you had you relaxing just from the feel alone.

All the tension melted away as soon as you hit the hot water and in mere seconds you were submerged up to your neck. You hummed softly stretching your joints and wiggling your digits in the water. You hadn’t been soaking long when the door opened. You weren’t facing the doorway and you couldn’t really see due to the heavy fog of steam, so the only option was to call out the name of the person you thought it could be.

“Vanessa?”

The clack of a wooden tub and a rough chuckle split the air, “Not even close sweetheart.”

You couldn’t get turned around before Yami was kissing the back of your neck. His large hand keeping your hair out of the way of his affections.

“Yami,” you whimpered.

“Mmmm?”

“This is the women’s bath you perv.”

Yami only chuckled and you braved turning around. Relief flooded you at seeing he was a little decent with the loincloth still wrapped around him. Though it made you realize your situation as you were naked as the day you were born. While he was occupied you grabbed the towel you’d brought to dry off with and wrapped yourself in it, to save a little bit of your womanly modesty. Yami had rinsed himself off and didn’t take long on getting in himself. Like you he was tired and sore and the hot water was doing wonders for his body. While you were happy to see him you stayed on the far side of the bath giving him enough space. Yami didn’t like you so far away, so while you were occupied lathering a cloth with soap he made his move. You squeaked when you felt his large hands grasp your waist and unceremoniously plopped you into his lap with a splash. You fought causing water to go over the edge of the tub, but Yami held firm refusing to let you go.

“Do your thing I’m not even here,” he grinned before nibbling at your bare shoulder.

“It sure feels like you’re here,” you retorted.

You couldn’t be mad at him though as you felt safe in his arms while the warmth of the water seeped into your bones. Yami continued to kiss you while watching you scrub at your arms and legs, getting yourself clean. You rinsed off, splashing Yami a little in the process. You were about to get up when he opened the back of your towel. Before you could protest he shushed you quickly, taking the cloth you had used and started to wash your back. You melted into his touch as he got where you couldn’t reach. His fingertips blazing a trail down your spine, you shivered despite the heat. When he was done, Yami spun you around so you could face him. Your towel barely holding up as you kept a hand pressed to your chest. His warm gaze lingered on your lips before he leaned in and took your mouth. You moaned loudly, clinging onto the giant of a man that you called yours. Your senses filled with Yami. His touch, his breath, his skin, everything. You begin to lose where you ended and he started as he starved for your taste. The water suddenly became too hot and you couldn’t take it much longer. Yami sensed your desperation and pulled away. He chuckled at your dazed look while helping lift you from the water. He got you a dry towel and turned away, leaving you to change into something decent. When you were done, Yami had changed into a fresh pair of sleep pants. He took your hand, leading you out of the room and towards your and his shared bedroom. Your aches had finally left your body and you were ready to go back to work. Though you were sure you were going to need another bath to ease yourself of the pains if Yami had his way tonight. There was a high chance he would get what he wanted, as you couldn’t say no to your beloved captain.

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nanasparadise · 8 months

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A Visit

☆彡 Yan! Zeke x fem reader (Modern AU)

☆彡 Part 1

☆彡 Word count: 1039

☆彡 I do not condone any 'yandere' behaviour in real life.

☆彡 A/N: I was kinda hesitant to post this because it's super self-indulgent and I feel like many people hate Zeke (which is totally fine, you can like/dislike any fictional character, I just don't want anyone to judge me for writing this), but maybe someone else might enjoy this as well!

! TW: yandere behaviour, noncon touching, implied age gap (since reader and Eren are around the same age and Zeke is ten years older than him), just Zeke being a weirdo, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI !

Summary: You want to visit your friend Eren. Instead, you end up being alone with his brother Zeke.

You really hoped Zeke wouldn't be there this time.

He wasn't mean or rude to you. On the contrary, every time you went to visit Eren, his brother was accomodating to you and played the perfect host.

Maybe a little bit too much.

Eren was always annoyed by his behaviour and grumbled to turn it down. You, on the other hand, didn't want to be a bad guest, so you just chuckled awkwardly and kept quiet. You'd always wondered how the two brothers could live together, since they couldn't be any more different. Eren had once mentioned that his father wanted them to get along better, but this topic seemed to be a sore spot, so you let it drop.

Right now, you were in front of their shared apartment, waiting for someone to let you in. Eren had spontaneously texted you to come over and play video games. Not one to turn down a chance to finally beat him at Mario Kart, you quickly accepted. Though your excitement was quickly squashed when you saw Zeke open the door.

"Ah, Y/N", he spoke your name with such familiarity. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" He shot you a warm smile.

You gave him a nervous smile in return. "Hey Zeke, I'm actually here for Eren. He asked me to drop by."

"Oh, did he?" His head tilted slightly to the side. "Are you sure he asked you to come now? He's currently not home, he should be still at the gym as far as I'm aware."

You furrowed your eyebrows. He wasn't home? Why would he say to come over then? You took out your phone and checked the chat, just to make sure you didn't misunderstand anything.

No, he clearly wrote two p.m.

Not wanting to bother Zeke, you played dumb. "Oh yeah, you're right, he did say to meet later. I must have confused something." You let out a quiet chuckle, trying to cover up for the unease you felt. "I'll come back later, sorry for bothering you." You turned away from the entrance door, angling your body towards the stairs. Giving Zeke one last smile, you bid goodbye. "See you around, Zeke."

A hand shot around wrist and stopped you from moving any further. "Wait, Y/N!" Zeke gave you an intense look. Your heart started beating faster, startled by the sudden touch, and you pulled your wrist out of his grip. Noticing your discomfort, he schooled his expression into his typical calm smile again. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you. But how about you wait here? I've got an hour left before I need to go to work, so I can keep you company. That way, you don't need to come back later."

You didn't like the way he seemingly stared into your soul, trying to get an answer from you. Would he be upset if you refused? In the end, it'd be easier to stay, wouldn't it? "If that's okay for you, I don't want to impose", you hesitantly replied.

His smile reached his eyes now. "You wouldn't impose at all! In fact, I'm glad I don't have to be alone now." Zeke put his hand on the small of your back and gently guided you inside the apartment. You took off your shoes and were about to do the same with your coat, but Zeke was faster. Quickly, he grabbed the fabric and forced you to wiggle out of it.

"You didn't have to…", you uttered, embarrassed by his action.

He, on the other hand, gave you a chuckle in return and winked. "Only the best for my guest."

The two of you ended up playing Mario Kart instead. When you admitted that you didn't think he'd be so good at the game, Zeke answered he 'was talented with his fingers'.

You prayed he was only referring to his job as a surgeon.

Luckily, that one hour passed quickly. Zeke stood up from the couch and made himself ready for work.

Before you could realise his intention, Zeke had already bent down in front of your seated form and pressed a kiss on your head. His right hand gripped the back of your neck, making an escape attempt difficult. "I'm looking forward to doing this again with you", he whispered close to your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. The smell of nicotine and expensive cologne permeated the air and clouded your senses as you were fixated on his longing gaze. What the hell was going on?

Wordlessly, he got up again and offered you a small wave and innocent smile, as if the whole interaction hadn't happened.

You were about to say something — anything, to make clear that you were definitely not happy with this —, but Zeke had already turned around and left the room.

Still too perplexed by the situation, you stared at the TV in front of you, hoping the device would miraculously give you an answer on what to do. Of course, such thing didn't occur, so you grabbed your phone instead and sent Eren a message, telling him to get his ass home now.

A few moments later, the front door's lock clicked open and a sweaty Eren came to the living room. Relieved by his appearance, you got up from the couch and went to greet him.

"You could have told me the correct time instead of making me wait here with your weird brother for an hour!" You playfully boxed his shoulder, yet your words were genuine.

Eren shot you a puzzled look. "As much as I'm happy to see you, I have no clue why you're here." Now it was your turn to be confused. "I didn't ask you to come over today. In fact, I forgot my phone, so I couldn't have texted you."

„This can't be, look, I've got a text from you that clearly said-" as you showed him the chat, a sense of dread began forming in your stomach, heavy like a stone.

Realisation hit you hard. Eren couldn't have written that message, but someone else, who had been home the whole time, definitely could.

You wouldn't come back to Eren's place again.

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jacevelaryonswife · 1 year

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The sweet taste of depravation

You repaid your husband's previous affection in the best possible way, luckily for him to seem to like it a lot.

∴pairing: Osferth x Fem!reader

∴warnings: male receiving, indecency, no plot just porn. and english is not my first language.

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Getting up slowly, you squeezed him gently into his pants and heard him moan. “Let me return the favor, my love.”

Unlike your husband, you weren't entirely flustered by mentions of debauchery. You had faith, but your religiosity didn’t match Osferth's, which particularly facilitated things in intimacy, as two rigid and fearful people were worse than one. Although you didn't have as much experience as other ladies, you were no fool about the things that could be done by a man and a woman, so imagine your surprise when your kind husband suggested such indecency of tasting your flower? Such pleasure bestowed on you by his mouth in an act so intimate and so good, it made your entire skin burn and yearn for more. The image of him clumsily tasting your nectar still stunned you, leaving you weak at the knees, however, nothing fairer than returning the favor to your sweet, handsome Osferth, just when he was sorely in need of your affection.

He didn't say anything when you massaged him into the thin fabric of the bedding, savoring the sensation with a little regret. Oh, how wrong it felt! But so good!

“My love, you don't have to do this if you don't want to, I’d understand…” he said with puppy dog eyes and red mouth, forming a pout.

Nothing derived from the love between soulmates could ever be wrong, and you convinced yourself of that faster than he did.

“Do you want me to stop, my love?” asked sweetly.

"… Only if you want."

“I don't want to, what about you?”

“No, I don't,” he said, then corrected himself. “I-I don’t want you to stop, my lady.”

Nodding with a smile, you pulled his manhood out and touched it tentatively, wiggling and squeezing as you remembered exchanging experiences with the other ladies — although not nearly the proper way. It was actually fascinating how hard and soft it was, so interesting that if it weren't for the squeaks and sounds of the man below you it would have totally captured your attention.

Your other hand held his jewelry before massaging it, making him almost shiver beneath you, spurred on by the caress of your two hands.

“Where do you like most, my lord?”

“Upstairs,” he replied breathlessly.

You moved your hand up to the bulging, bulbous top part, massaging and moving from top to bottom while working the bottom part with your other hand. Recalling some accounts of how to touch a man, you left a light grip on the top and lowered yourself to his level, placing it in your mouth. Oh, that had him squealing beneath you, clutching the hand you kept wrapped around him and the side of his head for support. For a moment you thought you had hurt him, as your next thoughts were about how you should do it. God, it seemed so difficult to keep your teeth from touching that your delay in getting used to taking it caused a small accumulation of saliva that served to lubricate him when you raised your head and lowered it slowly, sucking your way back.

“Oh my Lor-" he broke off, not wanting to speak such blasphemously.

You took it out of your mouth and kept touching him with your hand, spreading moisture over its length just to ask:

“Are you enjoying it, my lord husband?”

“Ye-yes, my love… it’s so good.”

Smiling again, you leaned in to take him passionately, licking and sucking as you played with his warm, valuable stones. Your disinhibition was gradually lost as you pushed him deeper, still calmly but steadily, you sucked him in the bulbous region every now and then, making him moan louder and louder. Your beautiful baby monk, so flushed and adorable beneath you, a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead as delicious sounds came out of his rosy lips. Your own intimacy clenched and twisted at the sight of him so desperate, yearning to feel the wet length of him against, to rise and fall over him, to feel the heat burn through your veins a second time in such a short period of time. So inappropriate, so wanton. So good…

“My love, oh f.. I think I will- Oh good Lo-“

You felt a squirt into your mouth with a strange, bitter taste, pulling back to see the white color. His seed. Oh God, your legs tingled and clenched, leaning down to lick as much as you could despite the taste, wiping it off with the back of your hand before stretching out for a lustful, hungry kiss, to be returned breathlessly with big hands. firmly grabbing your waist and pressing you against him. He leaned his forehead against you after the kiss, hugging you and inhaling your scent.

“So… that was really good,” you said.

“Very, my love, I didn't know you had such debauchery in you,” he teased.

“Do you mean to speak of debauchery when you suggested kissing me downstairs, husband? You’re unholy!” You smiled slyly, kissing every inch of his beautiful face.

“Perhaps I should do a purge after this,” he suggested good-naturedly.

“Of course you must.”

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mandu-17 · 1 year

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Sad puppy | Kim Yoohyeon x fem! reader

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: hey hey!!! i love ur writings :) will you be willing to write yoohyeon x reader where yoohyeon wants reader's attention so she starts kissing readers neck and teasing her? tysm <3

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Wordcount: ~ 1,676

A/N: always a pleasure writing for my fiancée, enjoy this little cutie

The stinging in your eyes was slowly making its' way to your acknowledgement. You blinked a couple of times in hope of wetting them before readjusting your position on the couch. You turned around so that now you were laying on your stomach. Sudden movement made Pie look up at you curiously before she also changed her position and settled down on the small of your back.

With the shower running in the background and a new source of heat pleasantly warming up your sore back, you were perfectly able to focus on the phone in your hands. This new game that Yoohyeon showed you three days earlier turned your whole world upside down. You truly admired the graphics and the plot while totally enjoying every moment of playing. This game was addicting, an excellent way to make the time pass faster.

It was easy to just get lost in that fictional world and spend long minutes, if not sometimes hours, on improving your character's skills. The fact that the game was connected to the series of your favorite movies did not help.

It was actually the reason Yoohyeon showed you that game. She was aware of how much you might like it and the thought of you two playing it together or maybe even getting matching characters immediately made her heart swell. Your girlfriend felt flattered that thanks to her you discovered something you could enjoy. Perhaps, she outdid herself and instead gave you a whole new hobby.

Shower stopped, you paid no mind to it really. The only thing you could hear now was soft humming coming out of the bathroom and the sound of Yoohyeon shuffling around, probably doing her skin care routine. After some more time, she opened the door since it was getting harder to deal with all that hot steamed air in the room. Yoohyeon began brushing her hair carefully, the damage after having it dyed for so long was still something she had to take good care of.

Pie’s head shot up. Her shiny eyes were turned to the sudden streak of light entering the hall. Then, she decided that it was way too long since she’d last seen Yoohyeon and that she’d missed her already.

“Betrayer.” You pouted when Pie jumped off the couch and ran to see her owner, her tail wiggling behind.

“Pie-ya, hi!” Not even three seconds passed, “No, don’t eat the sponge!

How adorable.

With an amused smile, you glanced up at the slightly opened door - unfortunately you weren’t able to see the scene properly. So you focused on the game again.

It was only a matter of few more minutes for your favorite girls to join you in the living room. Yoohyeon let out an exaggeratedly loud sigh before sitting legs crossed on the ground right next to the couch. Pie immediately climbed to her lap, greedy for some cuddles.

“Showering is way too tiring.” Your girlfriend complained, while caressing her pet’s belly. Pie laid down fully on Yoohyeon’s lap, but her head was falling off, almost on the floor. Yooheon giggled lovingly, she poked your side to get you to look at Pie as well, “Just look at her! She’s such a dork.”

You chuckled at the heartwarming view, nevertheless the vibration of your phone made you quickly look away. A new notification came up, claiming that you were now able to start another mission. Eagerly, you pressed play. You’d had to wait two long hours to have it unlocked for free.

At first, it was peaceful like that. Yoohyeon kept herself busy while playing with Pie, she scrolled through her phone for a bit too. The yellow light of one of the night lamps illuminated the room cozily. Rush hour was slowly coming to an end. One glance outside the window and Yoohyeon realized how lucky she was to find herself in such a warm room, with the love of her life by her side and- well, you.

Just kidding, as much as she loved Pie, her furry friend couldn’t talk to her or hug her the way you did. Truly, you had her wrapped around your finger. Just a little peek at you had the corners of her lips turning up irritatingly fast. Way too fast for her own liking, but there was nothing she could do about it. Her heart was beating for you.

Yoohyeon sighed, locking her phone. Pie left her lap with a new mission on her mind - finding her favorite toy. There was no one keeping Yoohyeon warm now, this simply had to change. She had a mission of her own - to get your attention.

“Baby.” Almost shyly, she poked your rib again.

She got no reaction except for a quiet hum. It certainly was not satisfying.

“You know, you’ve been playing for so long.” Yoohyeon turned her body, while getting on her knees so she was facing the couch properly. She tilted her head slightly, hoping that her soft voice would at least make you look at her.

“Yes, this game you showed me is incredible.” You were so obvious, with your eyes still glued to the screen.

Yoohyeon rolled her eyes in a fondly manner, you could be very stubborn at times. Even if you called it ‘passion’, this feature of yours often made Yoohyeoon want to laugh.

“And I can show you something even more incredible.” She raised a bit on her knees, her fingers gently pulling your hair over your shoulder. The scent of Yoohyeon’s shampoo embraced you, bringing a pleasant, fresh vibe.

Next thing you knew was her lips on your neck. It was a light peck, followed by your girlfriend nuzzling her nose into your skin. With her eyes closed, she felt the happiest while being this close to you.

You also smiled at her sudden approach, nevertheless remained focused on the game. Few more clicks and you’d get bonus stars!

“I’m almost done, I promise.”

“But I want you now.” Even with a simple sentence, you could feel your cheeks heating up. Yoohyeon pouted against your neck, her fingertips started drawing lazy circles on your back. After a moment of comfortable silence, she rested her head higher, against yours and rubbed you like a cat few times. Giggling, you tilted your head and reciprocated the gesture. Her eyes caught a glint of the screen, Yoohyeon’s eyebrows raised as she deadpanned, “Wow, you suck at this.”

“No, I don’t. I’m already on a higher level than you!” You huffed, acknowledging your girlfriend’s attempt at teasing you.

“Yah! I’m leaving for tour soon and all you want to do is play phone games?” She whined loudly, but you knew it was her way to hide the laughter.

Your heart skipped a beat when you turned to meet her eyes. Dressed in a baby blue sweatpants and hoodie set that was way too big, hair still slightly wet and no make up on. She had these cute crinkles by her eyes - you appreciated the sight of them because whenever they’d pop up, it’d mean that your favorite person was smiling. You felt like the happiest girl in the world, convinced that there was an actual masterpiece in front of you. Who else would look so attractive while totally bare faced, in simple and cozy clothes?

“Okay, what would you like to do?” You rolled your eyes playfully, before asking. Your tone laced with innocence, as you watched her expectantly.

“I’ve got few things in mind.” Yoohyeon smirked.

On the inside she was jumping out of joy. Although, on the outside, she hurriedly joined you on the couch seeing you lock your phone and put it aside. You backed up against the couch as much as possible, your arms opened wide, as Yoohyeon tried to squeeze herself besides you. One of her legs ended up across your hip so she wouldn’t fall off the edge.

“This will do.” Yooh hummed contently, burying her face in your shoulder. “For now.”

“For now?” You giggled, surprised, automatically, you started caressing her hair, as well as massaging her scalp. Yoohyeon angled her head from time to time to get you to scratch her favorite places.

“You know, the night is still young. We can have a lot of fun in our bedroom later.” Eyes shut, your girlfriend cherished your touch.

“What about Pie?” As if on cue, Pie peeked at you - her front paws resting on the couch. She watched you interested, sensing that you were talking about her.

“She’ll understand.” Yoohyeon turned slightly in order to see the pet, as well. Pie and her shared a quick staring contest. “You get it, right? Y/N and I need some time alone. Mom will be gone soon, working hard to buy you a lot of delicious food, Pie-ya.”

It was impossible to watch their interaction with a straight face. With a foolish grin, you patted Yoohyeon’s thigh showing Pie to jump in between you. She squealed excitedly and climbed up. With her tail wiggling, she licked both of your faces.

“Of course she’ll understand. Our baby girl is so smart.” You toyed with Pie’s ear using your left hand. “What will you buy for me, though?”

“Anything you desire, darling.” Yoohyeon watched you and Pie fondly, her head resting on her elbow.

You looked up at her and leaned in to kiss her. Whenever she gave you that look, you could physically feel your insides melting. Gladly, Yooh moved her lips against yours. Her whole body was burning with love for you. You were like a lighter, igniting the endless fire and passion in her. She didn’t even know she could feel this way until she met you. The moment would last way longer if it weren’t for the soft smile forming on her face.

“Good thing I only desire you.” You whispered, your lips ghosting over hers. Yoohyeon gripped the hem of your shirt firmly and closed the distance again.

“Prove it.” Her smile was long gone now, as her eyes darkened with lust.

There was nothing else you’d rather do.

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Pins and Needles - Chapter 3

Pairing: Post-Outbreak!Joel Miller x Reader

Series Summary: Joel has known you for several years, but it was always strictly business, which was easier and preferred. However, after you run into him in Jackson, avoiding him is more of a challenge than you'd like.

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Alluding to sexual scenarios. Mention of masturbation. Kissing. Age gap, reader is 39/40 Joel is 56/57. Violence!!! This features outbreak day memories. Blood, stabbing, cannibalism, death, infected. An airplane crash. Spoilers from season 1 of TLOU HBO. Deaths from that season are mentioned. Nightmares. Angst/tension. Let me know if I missed anything!!

Other stuff: Reader is referred to by the nickname Needles, but other than that descriptors are avoided! Reader is fem.

This series was based on these two anon requests! Here and here

Series list: Here

Word count: 1.1k

*Joel's Perspective*

“Who’s the new girl?” Ellie asked around a mouthful of toast, two mornings after your arrival.

“Name’s Needles,” Joel replied, barely looking up from his coffee. This was not a conversation he wanted to have.

“Needles???” Ellie's eyes lit up. “Badass,” she nodded, taking another bite. “How'd she get that name?”

“How should I know?” Joel replied shortly before taking a sip.

“Tommy said you knew her. Said you guys were close,” Ellie smirked, adding air-quotes around the word close. “He told me some other things too… about when you found her the other day,” she let her face be consumed by a full, shit-eating grin.

“Damn it, Tommy,” Joel muttered under his breath, mainly to himself. “Don't believe everything my brother tells you, Ellie.”

“Mmhm,” she grinned. “So how do you know her?”

“Used to do business together. That's it,” Joel stated with finality, hoping to end the conversation, yet knowing Ellie wasn't about to drop it.

“Hmm,” she thought, stabbing a piece of fruit with her fork. “Not how it sounded, the way Tommy described it…” she teased.

Joel just gave her a warning look, trying to reinstate his former order about not listening to his brother.

“Fine, fine. I'll drop that. For now,” she laughed. “But you really don't know how she got her name even though you worked together?”

“No.”

“Does she have a lot of piercings or something?”

“No.”

“Tattoos?”

“Not that I've noticed.”

“Do they call her that because she's from someplace called Needles?”

“I don't know, Ellie,” he sighed in frustration. His thoughts circled the fact that Tess used to call him Texas, based on his old home. Sore memories now.

“Hmm…” Ellie thought. “Maybe I could ask her someday. Assuming you two reconnect,” she wiggled her brows.

“No. Don't ask her, and drop. It. Now,” Joel ordered. He was at his limit with the teenager’s teasing. “Finish your breakfast.”

Ellie just rolled her eyes in response.

“Whatever, old man.” She stood from the table, placing her dishes in the sink. “I'm going to town. Smell ya later.”

And she left the house, leaving Joel alone.

As he worked on finishing his own breakfast, his mind drifted back to you. The way you shivered, body covered in dried blood and a mixture of old and fresh wounds. Your eyes were sunken and empty of joy. He could tell you were in a dark place. He knew because he's been there.

He'd always kept his distance from you over the years, vowing to not get close. He and Tess had some form of relationship, but she felt stronger feelings than he did. She never expected him to say it back, but she had told him she loved him once. He didn't feel the same, and it was thrown back at him as she was about to die with the infection. “I never ask you for anything. Not to feel the way I felt,” she spat. He had tried to interrupt her, but she stopped him, telling him she didn't have time left to argue. He always felt guilty that he didn't feel the same. He wouldn't allow himself to feel it. He couldn't bear to do the same to you, even though this time, he did feel it. He'd always found you attractive, both in physical beauty and personality. Not to mention the fact that you were brave as hell and one damn good fighter.

Fortunately, you made it easier by shutting him out as well. It was easier to ignore his attraction to you when you didn't seem to want anything to do with him. It was just business.

But seeing you in that clearing, battered and ready to die… his feelings took over, and he let his guard slip. It was only for a moment, but he saw it in your eyes. The realization. The confusion. The questions. Tommy saw it all too apparently, and of course, told Ellie the first chance he got.

Asshole.

This is why he avoided his feelings.

Sure, he found you attractive, but he didn't ever pursue it. He would occasionally let his mind wander at the thought of you when his hand was wrapped around himself, pretending it was you stroking him.

Yeah, he'd occasionally sneak glances at you, his eyes quickly snaking over your body. But he ignored it as best he could, fucking his hand later until his mind cleared and he could go back to ignoring you.

Being here in Jackson, however, was proving to be more difficult than he imagined. He was worried about you. He wanted to go check on you, but you didn't have that kind of relationship. Did he want that kind of relationship? No… right? No, he told himself. No.

Relationships like that have no place in this world. It was too painful. Too dangerous to get attached. Yet he let Ellie sneak in, much to his dismay. He sought after his brother, despite the dangers. He cared about Tess and then she died. He helped Sam and Henry and watched them die a brutal death. He worked with Bill and Frank, then witnessed Frank declining in his health, before they both succumbed to the pain. A mutual agreement of poison. A deathly vow of love. If there's one thing he's learned over the years, it's that connections get you killed.

He really didn't even know much about you, truthfully. He knew you went by Needles but he didn't know why. He knew you were younger than him but he didn't know how much. He knew you were strong and great at defense, but he didn't know how you learned. Obviously you were here and you'd lived the past twenty or so years in this hell-hole, so you must have gone through some fucked up things like he had. But he didn't know what. He didn't know where you were from, what your real name was, what happened to your family or friends. He didn't know if you had been married or had children. All he knew was that you were reliable, good in a fight, and trustworthy in trade. And that you were beautiful. But he tried to ignore that detail.

But as he sat alone in his cabin, sipping the last of his coffee, he felt something he hadn't felt in years. Maybe Jackson had made him too comfortable. Maybe Ellie had made him soft. Maybe being with her and Tommy had made him feel too connected again. But for the first time in a very long time, he felt… longing.

He wanted to learn about you. He wanted to kiss you. He wanted his fantasies to come true. He wanted you. And that scared the shit out of him.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #a! wrote a fic #joel miller #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x afab!reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fic #tlou fanfiction #tlou fic #tlou fanfic #tlou

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Can we get a fic of Micah and black reader retwisting his Locs (I think he got Locs I don’t know for sure tho because the official artwork is kinda confusing if he got Locs or not 🥲🥲🥲) or black reader getting braids or sum like that I BEG OF THEE I BEG OF THEE 😫😫😫😫😫🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

YEEEEESSS YES YOU AINT GOTTA BEG I LOVE THIS IDEA. Looking at his hair in the game it’s definitely not locs it looks more like a twist out so Imma do a black reader twisting his hair up for wash day.

11:31

“Micah… when was the last time you had a wash day?”

Normally Micah’s hair was just a tad messy but it was more noticeable than normal today. His curls had become frizzy and parts of his hair became a little matted. He could only scratch his head awkwardly at your question, a part of him wanting to avoid it all together.

Its was never that Micah didn’t wanna look good, Micah always made a point to look good. Gotta give his Angel something to swoon at right? It was just that wash days took forever and as much as he liked to keep himself looking good he hated how time consuming it was and time was not always on his side. Normally he’d just suck it up and do it but recently he’s been especially exhausted from work.

“Thats a great question Angel! One that I don’t have to answer to but a great one nonetheless!”

You shook his head at him and offered to do his hair for him, an offer he wasn’t going to refuse.

The actual washing was his favorite part. He loved how meticulous you were in getting all of his hair washed and the way you scrubbed and messaged his scalp felt heavenly to him. It was the brushing that made Micah want to back out. Even with his hair dripping wet it was a hassle getting a few of the knots out. Micah, being a bit on the tender headed side, whined the whole time.

“Ow! Angel you sure you aren’t just pulling my hair out?” You gently smacked his forehead.

“Maybe if you actually took care of your twist outs we wouldn’t have this problem.” Of course you were only met with more whining as he wiggled around on the floor.

Micah has A LOT of hair, so twisting all of his hair took a little over three hours. It would gotten done quicker had it not been for the fact that Micah would have to get up every now and then from his butt being sore. Then he put on Sailor Moon and you kept getting distracted… The two of you always had a hard time being productive together…

When you finally finish Micah gets up from the floor excitedly as his next favorite part came up: the bonnets.

Before meeting Micah only really had two bonnets, a plain black one and one with cat ears on them (ya know, so he and Skrunkly can match during self care nights). But after you started living together his bonnet collection grew exponentially.

Tonights bonnet if choice was a tuxedo mask themed one for him and a sailor moon themed one for you. (Yes Micah bought and yes sometimes he wears the sailor moon one instead)

After this Micah often asks you to do his hair. He likes the feeling of being pampered by you. Sometimes he’ll ask for braids and once he asked you to put a wig on him (which be greatly enjoyed until his scalp started to itch). Doing hair ended up becoming a bonding experience for both of you. You sometimes experiment are do styles you never tried before and Micah gets to see new styles for himself and learn about hair from you. You both talk about any and everything you can think of through it all.

Could you consider doing hair a love language? Maybe not but for you both it definitely is.

#error143 #micah yujin #please play error143!#micah yujin x reader #micah yujin fluff #micah x reader #hello i am alive

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The One With The Inspection Sticker: Part 2 (Miles Miller x Reader)

Summary: Miles should have seriously considered a career in gynecology

Warnings: SMUT (18+ warnings apply), mentions of birth etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse

"There we go little guy, you're going with Mimi for a little bit," Miles said as he carefully placed tiny Baby Jesse into his mother's arms.

"You sure you're ok with me and your father taking him for a bit?" Kathy asked.

"He's gonna need his shots Momma," Miles answered. "And (y/n)'s on strict bedrest per your orders."

Kathy laughed a little. "Alright, alright," she said. "Your dad will have Benny for a little bit and I'll bring Jesse back as soon as we're done at the clinic. No funny business with (y/n), do you hear me?"

"Loud and clear Momma," Miles answered.

"Good, because the last thing we need is Jesse having an Irish twin," she chuckled.

Miles hugged his mother and kissed Jesse's forehead before letting them head for the truck parked just down the path. Thank God it hadn't snowed in a while. He'd be worried sick if something had happened to anyone in his family.

Back upstairs he went to your shared bedroom where you were sitting, propped up in bed, wide awake and eager to get up.

"You ok sweetpea?" Miles asked.

"Just waking up," you yawned, stretching a little.

Miles leaned in and kissed you sweetly. "Feel better?"

"Mmhmm," you hummed into the kiss. "Still a little sore though."

"Where's it hurting?"

"The downstairs area."

Miles smiled and bit his lip, a noticeable heat rising in his cheeks. "You want some help with it?"

You giggled a little. "Do you mind?"

"Not in the least sweetpea," Miles answered. "I'll be right back."

You waited patiently for Miles to come back, trying to ignore the soreness in your crotch. You loved your boys to the moon and back, but the both of them had left you a sore, aching mess on their way out.

"Alright Mrs. Miller, can the doctor have a look?" Miles asked, wiggling his eyebrows a little.

You laughed as you bent your legs upwards, Miles pushing back the skirt of your silky nightgown. You giggled a little as he shined his tiny handheld flashlight between your legs, himself unable to control the grin on his face. You wanted to smack him when you heard him pretending to make his voice echo into your hole.

"Will you stop?!" you laughed.

"Sorry sweetie, it's just a little wider than when you had Benny," he answered.

You groaned at your husband's smartass remark, fighting the urge to smack him on the back of the head.

But God were you in heaven when you felt Miles's hand massaging your sore pussy, manipulating every nerve, every muscle and every little fold in between. Your moans were what kept him going, even as he played with your clit and massaged the area around it.

"Oh God Miles," you groaned with relief. "I'm in fucking heaven."

Miles giggled a little bit, his finger ghosting over a particularly sensitive spot and eliciting a pleasurable groan from your throat.

"Wish you could stick your cock in me," you sighed.

"Ah ah," Miles warned you gently. "Not for at least six weeks my love."

You squeaked as he turned your aching pussy into a slick mess, Miles's fingers working their magic until you could no longer hold it in. You came right on his fingers, your hips pushing up just slightly, leaving Miles's fingers and most of his hand coated in your slickness.

"You did so good for me baby," Miles chuckled, leaning up to kiss you. "I'm proud of you."

You laughed as he kissed your cheeks, disappearing for just a minute to wash his hands and run you a hot bath. Miles helped you get as cleaned up as possible, helping you wash out your hair and every square inch of your body he could possibly reach.

"Felling better sweetpea?" he asked.

"Much better Miles," you replied, kissing him back. "Any chance you can give it another look tomorrow?"

"I wouldn't mind in the least," Miles chuckled.

#miles miller #miles miller x reader #bad times at the el royale

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wwilloww · 2 years

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sh. | chapter eighteen | ot7

PAIRING ot7 x reader RATING Explicit. 18+. GENRE smut. fluff. angst. nonidol au. wildnerness au. roommates au. friends to lovers. SUMMARY Six months of quarantine have kept you apart. Somehow the distance sparks something new in each of you: questions, unfinished conversations, threads once chased now left cold. So when your roommate invites you to come with him to a mysterious house in the mountains with your friends, how could you even think of saying no? WC 2.8k WARNINGS AND TAGS no use of gendered pronouns to refer to reader. nudity. sex jokes. angst. makeout.

AN: Thank you so much to the most amazing readers, to these beautiful beta readers -- @vyduan @miscelunaaa @illneverrecover and @hesperantha -- who have all helped me with these past couple of chapters. I feel so wildly grateful for you all. Thank you.

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: LIKE A GLACIER

You’re stuck. Absolutely and entirely stuck.

Yoongi at your front, Namjoon cocooned around your back. It’s hot. It’s sweaty. It’s absolutely and entirely adorable. The way Namjoon’s little snores drone into the large room, the way Yoongi’s fingers flicker in his sleep, as if he’s playing an invisible piano. Despite the heat and the claustrophobia, you find yourself quite content in this position, your mind drifting between sleep and a quiet admiration for the two men surrounding you.

You run a check in over your body. You’re a little sore, but nothing that a cup of coffee and some stretching won’t fix. In the act of checking in, you can’t help but feel the way your chest feels. Like there’s been a knot within you, loosened. Last night was unexpected in a lot of ways. In every moment of pleasure that the two men swaddled around you brought to you, but also in the things that it brought up. Your face warms a little, thinking about the way you had pleaded for Yoongi over and over again, the way you had begged Namjoon to sound out his pleasure for you. You had begged, because it felt like you needed it, but where was that need coming from?

“Mmf, good mornin’,” Namjoon grumbles from behind you, his voice deep and sleep-graveled. You always noticed that he’d bring the register of his voice up when he was around other people, so as to make himself easier to understand, but this early in the morning he can’t be bothered to enunciate, let alone shift his register.

His fingers drift down to your hip, to where your ass presses into his crotch.

“I’m sorry, is it uncomfortable? I can move—”

“Nope,” Namjoon says without hesitation. “Not uncomfortable at all. At least, not in the way you’re thinking.” You can hear the grin in his voice.

“Oh my god, you’re gross!” you whisper-yell.

“Is it gross if you secretly like it?” he smirks back. He nuzzles his face into your neck and breathes in deep, his out breath brushing against your skin.

You hum and cuddle deeper into his embrace. You almost drift off again like that, his arms snaking tighter around you, his lips against your neck, Yoongi’s ass wiggling into your crotch. You could stay here all day, wrapped up in them.

What are you doing? You ask yourself. You’re getting too comfortable. You’re asking for too much.

The shame that courses through you wakes you up. You bury your face in Yoongi’s hair, and he shifts against you before rolling over, so he’s face to face with you.

“Morning, doll.”

“Morning, Yoongi.”

“You were snoring last night. Could barely get a wink of sleep in with the monster truck in the bed with me.”

“Was not!”

He chuckles, before wiping a hand across his eyes and yawning. He stretches out, his arms reaching above his head, his back arching. He reminds you of a cat first thing in the morning.

“Nah, I slept like the dead,” he says.

“Me too,” Namjoon pokes his head up from behind you. The two share a smile.

“Well?” Yoongi says, gaze flickering from between you two. “Round seventeen?”

“Coffee first,” you say, slipping out of bed by scooching down the sheets to the foot of it.

“That sounds like a promise for later,” Yoongi says.

You send him a wink.

“I have nothing to wear though,” you say.

“That’s how we like it,” Yoongi drawls.

“Get your mind out of the gutter and go grab me some clothes from my suitcase? Pretty please?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes but begins to sit up.

“Oh. I already did,” Namjoon says, sitting up and pulling the sheets up with him. He slips out of bed and that’s when you realize he’s wearing flannel pajamas.

“You did? When?”

“While you all were showering. I didn’t want you to have to trod through the house in nothing. I thought it would make your morning easier.”

You grin at Namjoon as he hands you a stack of clothes with options from one of the dressers in the room.

“Thank you Namjoon.” You get dressed quickly, and pause at the door. Namjoon and Yoongi are still lumbering slowly through the morning. “I’ll put the coffee on?”

“You’re an angel,” Yoongi says, smiling.

You waltz into the kitchen, ready for coffee, ready for food. However, a certain figure stops you in your tracks. Hoseok stands there, his back turned to you. There’s something about him, something about the way he stands, maybe a little too straight, that reminds you of a ghost, a haunting. The specter in your throat looms just as large as him. He’s already dressed for the day, and wears a puffy jacket, as if he’s readying to go outside shortly. He sips meditatively from a cup of coffee.

Seeing Hoseok, the knot in your chest that Namjoon and Yoongi had seemed to ease last night immediately tightens. Your first instinct is to turn right around and crawl back into the comfort and safety of bed, but no, no you’re not doing that anymore, not turning, not running. So you march straight in. Stand a moment behind him before he turns with a little, “Oh, you scared me.”

“Hoseok, can we do something today?” you ask, mustering up your best and brightest form of courage. “Just the two of us?”

He stares at you blankly. “Just the two of us?”

“Yeah. Is that okay? A hike maybe?”

“Why just the two of us?”

He’s never asked that question before. Why is he asking it now?

“Because… I want to spend time with you?” Because you want to make things easier, because you want to make things right again. Because you want to forget that anything ever happened that might have screwed everything up.

“Dude, cut it out,” Yoongi calls from behind you.

Hoseok’s eyes refocus on him. “Cut what out? I’m not doing anything.”

“That’s exactly the problem,” Yoongi bristles as he steps up to Hoseok. “You think you can just get a nice little early morning fuck in and then dip? That’s not what this is all about.”

“I’m not dipping, I’m not going anywhere. I’m still very much here,” Hoseok says, surprised.

“I don’t think you are though, bro.” Jimin’s suddenly stepping into the kitchen, joining the conversation. He has the same hard look in his eyes that Yoongi has. You step forward, between them, holding up your hands. You don’t want this to turn into some kind of fight, but there’s still a touch of softness to the way each of them look at the other.

Hoseok’s eyes dart from Yoongi to Jimin, confusion and worry written on his face. “And I didn’t—we didn’t—” he glances at you. “It wasn’t like that. I think we both agreed that this is how things go. This is how everyone wants things to go, don’t they? Casual. Easy. Detached.”

Jimin frowns. “You’re playing dumb, Hoseok.” Yoongi nods. “This might be a casual setup but that doesn’t mean you can just ignore us.” His eyes flicker to yours. You in particular, he seems to mean.

“I’m not ignoring you guys, not on purpose,” Hoseok says, though the tightness in his voice gives something away. A tension within him. Maybe he means it genuinely, but there’s something else there too. A discomfort. “I’m overwhelmed with work. I’ve got a massive project that’s expected to be done by the end of the week. I have other things to do than just fuck all day.”

“No one is asking you to fuck all day?” Yoongi says, a hint of incredulity in his voice. “Where the hell did you get that idea? Where the hell are you getting any of these ideas?”

“Hoseok, Yoongi—” you butt in, but something hard has already settled in Hoesok’s eyes.

“I dunno what you want me to say.” Hoseok shrugs, turns, and leaves. Giving up.

You, Jimin, and Yoongi glance at each other.

“You need to go after him,” Jimin says, head tilting in the direction of where Hoseok disappeared. “You need to talk this out,” he says. You nod, already turning to race out of the room after your friend. He’s quicker than you are and you take several wrong turns before finding him stepping outside through one of the many doors that lead to the backyard. You step outside in socked feet and immediately regret it, the chill of the ground sinking through your socks, the large and fluffy cardigan Namjoon had picked out for you doing very little against the cold of late fall.

“Hobi?” You catch his hand in yours as you hurry to catch up with him.

He turns to you, an expression of confusion on his face.

“You’re being weird,” you whisper.

He looks down at where you hold his hand.

“I am not being weird,” he mumbles.

“Yes you are!”

“If anything, you’re the one being weird,” Hoseok cuts back.

That’s not something you anticipated.

“What?”

Hoseok looks down at you, his eyes burning with something unspoken. “Nevermind.” He pulls his hand from yours.

“Jesus, Hoseok, why is it always ‘never mind?’ Just goddamn tell me!”

“You just…” For a moment it seems like he’s going to hold back his next words, that he’s going to swallow him down. But then something breaks and his gaze shifts back to you. “You just waltz in and ask me to go on a walk as if nothing has happened!”

You blink at him. “You’re weirded out that I asked you on a walk? We always go on walks!”

Hoseok frowns. Opens his mouth. Closes it again. “Well. It’s not just that. It’s other…things too. ”

“Hobi, you’re being weird. Tell me why you’re being weird. I don’t want to keep guessing.”

He pauses for a long moment.

“Why didn’t you kiss me?” Hoseok finally asks.

“What?” You haven’t kissed anyone all day. But it’s not like the dynamic in the house had everyone making out in broad daylight.

“I saw you kiss Jimin, and Taehyung. Even Yoongi at one point. But not me.” That’s when you realize that he’s not talking about today. He’s talking about that night. About the orgy. You can’t help the flush that rushes over your features as the images of that night come flooding back. Hoseok, inside you, thrusting, filling you up.

And, what were you supposed to say after all that? That you had kissed the others because you had a history with each of them, that you’d fucked each of them before, so it felt different? That felt harsh. Untrue, even. So you say what you can manage closest to the truth:

“Well. I… it seemed like too much.”

“I seemed like too much?”

“That’s not what I said, Hoseok.”

The two of you stare at one another.

“What I felt… what I feel. It’s a lot. Too much.” You scratch your head, unsure how to put the garbled up mess of feeling in your chest into words.

“What you feel… for me… is too much?”

The both of you are speaking slowly as if in riddles and rhymes. So when silence settles between you with no outlook of ending, you say: “I should also point out you didn’t kiss me.”

He blinks back at you. “Well. Yeah.”

“‘Well, yeah?’ What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s tricky.”

“Try me.” You cross your arms.

He pauses, looking you over as if to gauge you before speaking. “I just don’t want it to get messy.”

“Hobi, surprise, we’re already there. You had your cock in me at six a.m., and now you won’t spend any time with me—how the hell is that not messy?” There’s a little bit of laughter in your voice. Incredulity.

He flushes at your word choice, but assents. “I guess you’re right.”

Hobi always had a way of making up impossible, arbitrary rules for himself. Practicing his dance from beginning to end and starting over when he came across a mistake. Brunch, always, the night after drinking. Never taking more than a day to respond to a text. And just as he had the rules, he also had a horrible tradition of beating himself up for not following them. Because they simply couldn’t be followed all the time, perfectly.

“I thought… I thought we were keeping it casual. And it seemed like an easy line to draw in the sand, you know, to say that kissing was off the table.” He pauses. “Even with you.” Even with you. As if you could be some kind of exception. “And then, now that you mention it, I think I kept drawing the line. Kept keeping you away. Because I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“Hobi… it’s not what I want. Why would I want to stay away from you?”

“I dunno,” he looks down, looks away. “I think I messed it all up.”

“You didn’t mess it up, not in my eyes, not really. It seems like we’re both in the wrong,” you say softly.

“It seems so.”

“This is dumb, right?”

“This is so dumb.”

A smile slowly spreads across the both of your faces. The two of you grin at each other for a long moment, just staring, just smiling. And it feels normal again, like maybe you hadn’t fucked as the sun rose, like maybe you hadn’t both messed up, like maybe you had kissed him after all.

“What about now?” you ask.

“What do you mean what about now?” he asks, a flicker of confusion crossing his face.

“What if I kiss you now? Is it against the rules?” Your heart is beating straight out of your chest but you can’t stop this, can’t stop it moving forward. You take a step forward.

He gulps. Shakes his head. He can’t take his eyes from you. He steps in. Leans down.

Your lips meet. It is a tentative, fluttering thing. You are careful with each other, your hand coming to rest gently on his cheek, his fingers fluttering by your hair before he presses in and holds your head between his hands.

“Kissing is okay,” you breathe against him. “Not against the rules. Friends, we—fuck—I don’t know. Friends with benefits?” You’re not sure if that’s the right word, if that’s the right way to put all of this. It feels wrong on your tongue. “They kiss. Totally. And—I like it. Like kissing you.”

“You’re rambling.”

“I know.”

You can feel the smile on his mouth hovering between you as he captures your lips again and presses in closer, taking another step towards you. One of your arms winds around his neck, while his hands skate across your back, pulling you in tighter, your bodies flush together. His lips brush across yours like a breath, teasing you, and you take the bait, chasing him.

“Do you really want to kiss me?” he asks.

“Yes,” you breathe.

He smiles.

He kisses you like a glacier kisses the land: slow, steady, inevitably. The kiss is unyielding, ice sliding against rock, bound to change the landscape, smoothing over jagged edges. The pressure is inevitable, building within you like something undeniable. You let it build to a tension so high you think you could sing with it. He tangles his hands in your hair, his hips pressing against yours, a leg slipping between yours. You let out a gasp as his thigh presses against your core. And you’re spinning, until your back hits the hard plane of the door. He’s pressed you up against the glass.

You pull away, catching your breath.

“If I’m honest: I thought we were bad at kissing, after that first kiss,” you admit.

“Honestly? Me too.”

“But this is, um, this is much better.”

He chuckles, tilting his head, his eyes flickering down to your lips.

“Is it bad if I want to keep kissing you?”

“No, this is totally normal,” you whisper back as his lips lean in. “Friends totally kiss like this.”

“Totally.”

There’s a lie in your words but you can’t pinpoint where it is, but you feel it swell beneath your tongue. You swallow it down, ignore it, move on as your lips meet once more, as his tongue slips within your mouth, exploring. As you bite down on his lip, giddy at the little gasp that leaves him. As he grinds his hips into you and you gasp back. You’re a mess of exploring limbs and tangled tongues.

“Do you want to get out of here—?” you whisper. His eyes widen. He bites his lip.

A redo. A chance to do this the right way. Where he doesn’t leave you at the end.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

You spin around, your hand grabbing at Hoseok’s as you do. Jimin is standing at the glass door, leaning against it.

“I see you two did some working out of your problems,” you hear his voice muffled through the pane. “Though your measures of working out aren’t typical, they’ll do.”

“What do you want, Jimin?” Hoesok asks.

“Breakfast. Come inside. We need to talk.”

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Starved for mumbo content rn, would love anything mumbojumbo related!!! even better if its super fluffy :)

Kiss Me Better; C. Mumbo x Reader

I agree Anon! This site needs more Mumbo fanfic! I’m happy to contribute <3

*Warning! This fic contains descriptions of blood/injury! Don’t read if this could upset you!

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Y/n reached into the Earth, shoving their way through dirt and rock. They wiggled their fingers, searching for a solid form. When they found it, they gripped the object tightly and yanked, coercing their prize from its burrow. They tossed the potato into their basket next to others, smiling to themself.

Their crops had grown faster than usual thanks to some sprinkling of bonemeal they’d done. They didn’t often interfere with the natural harvesting patterns of their plants, but they’d had the extra bones on hand and decided to give it a whirl.

Dipping down to pull out another potato, Y/n set their basket down on the ground. It was getting a little too heavy to be comfortable. They didn't notice a figure approaching from behind.

“Y/n! How are you?”

Y/n, startled, shot straight upwards, knocking their head against something solid that they were sure wasn’t there a moment ago. The top of their head ached from the pain, and they immediately brought a hand to the spot to nurture it. They rubbed their noggin carefully, wincing when they felt an especially sore spot.

“Oh my word!” The voice groaned, and Y/n realized that what they’d bumped into, was in fact, a man.

“Oh Mumbo! Are you alright?” They asked, staring at the mustached man with large doe eyes. He was holding the bottom of his face, soothing himself to the best of his abilities. Mumbo waved with his other hand, a gesture that implied that what had just transpired was no big deal. His eyes didn’t support this signal however. Both brown irises told a different, more distressed, story.

“No worry Love, I shouldn’t have snuck up on you like that.” His voice was more muffled than before, part of his mouth covered by his own hand.

Y/n grimaced and tried to peer past the gaps in his fingers, finding themself ultimately unsuccessful. They drew their eyebrows together and stepped closer to him. Mumbo wavered in front of them. Y/n bit their tongue and debated their next question.

“Can I see?” They asked quietly. They didn't miss the pink blush that washed over his cheeks. Mumbo was silent as he nodded gently, so as to not irritate his injury any further. He lowered his hand from his face, holding it at his side awkwardly.

Y/n saw his bloody lip immediately and gasped. Without thinking, they reached toward him. Mumbo flinched from their sudden movement, and Y/n paused, suddenly aware of their circumstance.

“Sorry! Do you mind if I-” They couldn't even finish their question before Mumbo was cutting them off with mumbled affirmation. With his consent, Y/n wiped their hands on their clothes and moved to touch his face again.

One hand cradled his chin gently, carefully guiding his head in a direction that made his bloody lip easier to look at. The other held his cheek, keeping him in place. Y/n grimaced, studying the puncture with sympathy.

“I’m sorry, hang on” they mumbled under their breath, feeling awful for having busted his lip, (even if he was the one who surprised them). Y/n took away the hand that was holding him in place, rooting around in their own pockets for the handkerchief they always kept close by on gardening days. After a minute, their fingers brushed the fabric. They pulled it out victoriously, breathing a sigh of relief when they realized they hadn't forgotten it today.

Raising the handkerchief to Mumbo’s chin, Y/n gently dabbed at his bloodied lip. The hand cradling his face held steady, Y/n’s thumb brushing the low points of Mumbo’s cheekbone. He was standing stock-still, save for his shaky breaths. Y/n would bet that if they could hear his heartbeat, it would be equally sporadic.

They finished clotting the wound in no time, tucking the handkerchief back into their pocket. Y/n inspected their work with a careful eye, running their thumb over his newly-plumped lip, enlarged by the injury. They felt Mumbo’s breathing pause, his whole body suddenly very tense.

“All better,” They announced quietly, letting their hands drop. Mumbo remained still, blinking at them like he’d just come back to reality. After a moment, Y/n noticed his body relax, a dopey smile stretching across his face.

“Thank you,” Mumbo cleared his throat, brushing his hands off on his suit jacket. Y/n nodded their head at him, watching the man pick at his clothes until he was satisfied.

“So anyway, now that you’re not bleeding, what can I help you with?” Y/n asked, glancing back to the ground to check on their basket of potatoes. Luckily, it had not moved while they’d been distracted.

“Oh nothing important really,” Mumbo admitted, the pink flush returning to his features. Y/n looked over at him again, just in time to watch the man stuff his hands into his pockets and begin rocking back and forth on his feet nervously. “I was just going to see if you were busy, which clearly, you are.”

Y/n shook their head at him, leaning down to haul up the basket of starches. They carried it over to a little, temporary, storage area they’d built to hold on to extra crops. Setting the basket down on the ground in front of a chest, Y/n answered Mumbo.

“I could use a break, what do you wanna do?”

They opened up the chest, loading the potatoes in one by one. Mumbo, careful not to approach them unannounced this time, stayed exactly where he was standing.

“Honestly I hadn't thought that far ahead.”

Y/n giggled, packing the last of their crops into the chest and standing straight again. They closed the storage unit and set their basket on top, where it would be out of the way. Spinning around, they looked Mumbo up and down. His hands were pulled in front of his chest, fidgeting with each other anxiously.

Y/n knew that Mumbo had his spikes of nerves, but he hadn’t acted this anxious around them in a while. They tilted their head at him, wondering if maybe they'd overstepped by cleaning up his lip earlier.

“Are you okay? You look nervous,” they asked bluntly, unsurprised by the way that Mumbo’s eyes shot wide. He lifted his hands in defense, chuckling in a stilted way, Y/n assumed it was to ease any tension he was detecting.

“Perfectly fine!” Mumbo assured, flashing his pearly white teeth at them. Y/n raised an eyebrow at him, but decided to trust him, smirking and taking hold of one of his hands. They held it leisurely, tugging Mumbo in the direction of a meadow they knew he’d love.

“Good, then let's go enjoy this sunshine.”

An hour or so later, Y/n and Mumbo were sat relaxed in a flower field. Y/n found themself laid back in the ocean of florals, head surrounded by tulips and dandelions. They plucked a peony from the ground effortlessly, weaving it into a flower crown they'd been crafting.

Mumbo sat to their left, hands helping to hold up his body as he lounged backward. His suit jacket was removed by this point, set down somewhere in the masses of colors. He’d rolled up his shirt levees to his elbows as well, popping open a few of the top buttons to get himself more comfortable.

Y/n bit their tongue and plucked another peony, smiling with celebration when the end of the flower met up with the beginning of their crown. With their, now completed, flower crown in hand, Y/n sat up and crawled closer to Mumbo. He didn't flinch, but watched them with careful eyes.

“For you, your majesty,” Y/n teased, smiling down at Mumbo as they sat up to make themself taller than him. They set the crown on his head delicately, laughing when it slipped down to cover part of his eye. Apparently, they’d constructed it to be just a bit too large.

Mumbo laughed along with them, readjusting the bouquet-accessory to be out of his line of sight. It still rested on his head in an unfortunate way, but at least he could open both his eyes now.

“It’s wonderful,” Mumbo complimented, eyes following Y/n as they sat back on their knees, clearly pleased with their handiwork.

“Now you have to make one for me,” Y/n declared, scooting forward so that they were sat on their bottom, back turned toward Mumbo. They leaned back carefully, laying their head in his lap. Mumbo made no sound, used to Y/n’s incessant need for human contact. He’d known them long enough to guess that they’d end up leaning against, or laying on him at some point today.

He sighed and looked around for the flowers growing nearby. Why couldn't they have just asked him to build a flying machine? Or an automated storage system? Surely those would be simpler projects.

Plucking two alliums from their brethren, Mumbo ran his fingers over the stems to make sure there weren't any thorns. When he decided they were safe, the mustached man did his best to weave them together. He squished the blossoms a bit under his grip, too focused on getting the flowers to stay together to notice where he was holding them.

Y/n shut their eyes and allowed themself to daydream. The sun was so warm on their face, and Mumbo’s breathing was so steady beneath them, they could almost fall asleep.

Meanwhile, Mumbo had picked a third flower by this point - a daisy - winding it in and out of the alliums. The daisy’s petals fared better than the alliums however, Mumbo having noticed he’d squished the other two. He bit his lip in concentration, wincing when his sore from earlier opened back up. Mumbo could taste iron on his tongue, and he couldn't help but mumble a curse at the realization.

Y/n opened their eyes again, immediately catching sight of the bright red droplet on Mumbo’s bottom lip. They sat up soon after, locating their handkerchief once again and swiveling their body to face him again.

“Having a rough day, huh?” They asked rhetorically, smiling mischievously as Mumbo set his floral project onto the ground next to them. He blushed with embarrassment, but grinned back at them, grimacing when the movement irritated the wound again.

“Hold still,” Y/n commanded, leaning forward and resting their non-dominant hand on Mumbo’s knee to hold themself upright. His breaths were shallow as they approached his face, swiping at the blood the same way they'd done earlier. It was quicker this time, having already done most of its healing in the hour or so since they left the potato farm.

Y/n set their handkerchief down but didn't move away from Mumbo. They held his gaze, basking in the flush that he couldn't seem to get rid of today. He was blinking at them, waiting for something. Y/n debated their next action, looking between Mumbo’s eyes and bruised lip.

Mumbo made the decision for them.

He leaned forward, smashing his lips against theirs, undoing any work Y/n had done to stop it from bleeding. His hand found their jaw in an instant, holding them like he was scared they'd disappear if he let go. His face was surely bright red by this point, but Mumbo’s eyes were shut, so he paid the burning heat on his cheeks no mind.

Y/n reacted immediately, holding themself up by bracing themself on Mumbo’s knees. They let their eyes flutter shut, melting into him. They didn't stop until Y/n could taste iron, pulling away with a giddy smile and wide eyes.

Mumbo kept his eyes shut for a second longer, opening them slowly to find Y/n already staring at him. He took his hand away from their face, swiping at his own lip to clean it up himself this time. At this rate, it’d never heal all the way.

“Your poor lip,” Y/n mumbled, seemingly thinking the same thing. Mumbo shook his head at them, not at all bothered by the prospect. He’d take a bloody lip any day if it meant he got to do that again. Mumbo smirked, letting his hand fall down on top of theirs.

“Kiss it better?”

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