#and I wanna write that too but my head really hurts and I have to be up early tomorrow sad đ
ok but how about a dom reader whos always busy (workaholic and shi) x an always clingy n touchy sub yan.
like. reader is never at home. and when he finally come back ends up doesn't paying that much attention to yan, sayin 'im too tired' or going to his home office. eventually being followed by yan cause omfg poor boy is basically starving for a little bit of attention. he still declines yan's pleadings tho
then one day this man shows up earlier and completely EAGER for his yan. idk what more can i say. breeding? degradation? daddy kink? dumbification? what could happen when theyre feeling so fucking needy for each other?
(also i love your writing so so much!!!!!!! <3
workaholic male reader, clingy sub yandere ^ rambles. euugh
dumbification works w either imo, reader fucking lover til hes stupid while simultaneously fucking his lover stupid?!
amab//domtop reader/subbot yandere, cw;; breeding, daddy kink, dumbification xd wanna rework this into a more ,,, eloquent fic. soon. have been busy. i really liked this idea so. will do on my own soon.
workaholic you, growing super distant⊠obviously making your lover paranoid. because what if you're cheating on him? you aren't, of course - he knows that, but he cant stop those kinds of thoughts from popping into his mindâŠ!!! humping your pillow to ease himself while ur at work, watching the camera feed of you in your office⊠sighâŠ. often hearing the dreaded words accompanied by a soft simple pat on his back - not even a kiss... "sorry... please, baby, not right now. i'm too tired." he sobs himself to sleep, knowing you're only providing for him,,,, it hurts!!!
all his worries wash away when you arrive home earlier than usual! concerned, but all the more happy to see you appear in the doorway of your home⊠breathing ragged, looking all dark and mysterious,,,, the mere sight of you looking all deranged makes him hot and bothered. ignoring the way his dick twitches to life, uhmă
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"honey? why are you home so early, sweetheart?â draping himself across your front in a very affectionate hug. he couldnt help himself-! and, much to his delight you were not pushing him awayă
Ąand practically throwing yourself onto him?!?! hh..h.hh...
there you were,,, grasping his face in your hands, pressing your lips against his so hungrilyă
Ą âi need youă
Ąneed you. need you.â expressing your apparent neediness over and over as you bury your face in the crook of his neck ă
Ą he was startled, but so fucking eager to comply? feeling the way your boner presses against him? you were that eager for him just as he is you???,,,,, he nearly faints. tearing up with a now raging erectionă
Ą âplease, baby, i need you - i need you reallyă
Ąreally badly-â so fucking happy as he completely smothers you in his love,,,
you don't need to tell him twice,,, throwing the front door closedâŠ,,, leading him to the bedroom, covering his face in kissesă
Ąeven when there was a perfectly good couch right there to make love on. he won't complain,,,, hes gotten used to the null feeling of toys...,,, so, feeling the very loving embrace of your dick filling him up overstimulates him rather.,,, quickly!!! thinking about how truly awful you are to neglect this pretty litte thing, how could you? so, so very awful.
your darling little lover sobbing on your cock⊠he's so beautiful - experiencing his love and affection for the first time in forever? berating yourself for being so distant,,, pouring all your frustration at yourself into his flexing taut hole,,,, âmm-misssed you⊠s-so mu-uch daddy-!â he doesn't seem to catch what he just moaned⊠too drunk on the feeling of your cock pistoning in and out of him - it feels otherwordly?!
and, i mean. going along with it. with ease, because he deserves everything. especially, anything for your darling lover who just wants affection, your love!!! laughing breathlessly as you piston your hips against his, nuzzling your nose into the side of his head - peppering his face in kisses, âdaddy's right here, sweet thing - n-never leaving again, y'hear?â it was⊠a little odd, but fitting. afterall, you're pumping load after load - breeding him. obviously you'd be the daddy in this situationâŠ,,,,
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that has a supporting character with dwarfism, and he's really close with his older brother, who is pretty tall. would it be weird if i sometimes had the younger ask his older brother pick him up so he can reach things? its supposed to be a cute little quirk of theirs that shows their bond, but i'm worried it might come off as weird for some reason. also, do you guys could give me a couple more tips on writing a character with dwarfism, if you have any? thanks in advance! (2/2)
Hi! the guy who asked about less talkative autistic characters here. sorry about that! i was going for more of like... don't talk to a point where it wouldn't be considered "socially acceptable?" but i had a character limit so i couldn't really get my point across that well. now that i think about it, that would probably also be lumped into just, yknow, not being talkative too. anyways, i have another unrelated question! probably equally silly but w/e. i'm writing a slice-of-life story (1/2)
Hello lovely asker!
I just wanna say that because of the ask backlog and the rotation of mods I'm afraid I don't know what ask your talking about, but I'm sure it was simply just a question that was in good faith of curiosity which is what this blog is for đ
And to answer your question, I'm curious with how old the younger brother is. I haven't been picked up since I was probably about five to help me reach something and even then I was getting yelled at for climbing counters and such. If the younger brother isn't a very young child I would avoid this.
Being picked up is a general no. if you wouldn't do it to anyone else don't do it to someone with dwarfism or any person with a disability. Unless it's under their explicit permission, or help with transferring (from say a mobility aid to a bed or another place etc) or life or death situation, it's almost always a no.
Instead using things like the broom handle to hit tall switches or they even have these things called a "Reacher Grabber" that makes grabbing high up things super easy. Stool also are a big help, the small collapsible ones are easy to carry and move, and certain placed handles help too. Tall people are an advantage I will say though. Having the older brother bring something down to the younger brother is fine. Also have the younger brother climb things and stack objects and use the environment around him so he can get what he wants. I assure you this is what most of us do a lot.
A few more writing tips I have would be:
Research different types of dwarfism and find out which one you want your character to have and how this will affect him. It doesn't have to be mentioned at all but you knowing what type will give you much more insight into building this character.
Don't be afraid to give them mobility aids. A lot of people with Dwarfism have them and use them because they help us and they're pretty common in the community. (Do plenty of research there too if they do have one!)
A joke once or twice, especially if the two characters are very very close, about his dwarfism is okay! Me and my friends joke about mine all the time but quantity control along with a joke in good taste and timing is very important.
The character getting frustrated with his disability is okay too! It happens to me a lot but usually I'll find a solution right after to the thing that frustrated me and that frustration is gone as quick as it came.
If he's having a long conversation or an eye-to-eye conversation with someone that's tall, have them sit down somewhere, get to eye-level (I wouldn't have them lean over to his height though). It really does start to hurt your neck and head after looking up at everyone for so long.
And lastly, I certainly use my height to my advantage in multiple different scenarios. Small hands and small containers or spaces are very compatible with one another. And even though I have to shop in the small teens or kids section for clothes or shoes, I will say certain things are made better for kids (for some reason). But I also know how to hem my own clothes and how to fix them! A lot of people with dwarfism make or modify their own clothes. I can't tell you the amount of times I've gotten discounts at buffets and restaurants because people just assume I'm a child and I'm not gonna protest the discount either so. There are many fun aspects to having dwarfism, I have more fun with it and get more laughs and community out of it than frustration or anything else.
I know there's many more little things that I'm forgetting right now but the dwarfism community could probably add a few things too. Good luck writing!
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Can you write a smut w plot on Taeyong x sub!reader x Mark ? I am craving for this pair please bestie...you can take your time, no rush. make them a bit possessive and dom and you can add anything to your liking.
hiii friend! i know this is CRAZY late but i hope you still like it <3 turned out a bit more sad than expected HAHA
dumb conversations, we lose track of time
âI love you.â
âI love you too.â He bent over to kiss you, bringing both of his icy hands to your face, but you didnât care. The kiss was everything, and you brought your bodies over to the wall as you continued, one of his legs now in between yours. âFuck, I thinkâŠIâm gonna miss you so bad.â
pairing:Â markyong x fem!reader (no markyong ship)
other members:Â other 127 members mentioned
word count:Â 3k
genre:Â romance & smut, angst, fluff, sort of hurt/comfort
warnings:Â sexual content so minors please dni!! mild profanity, mentions of being sick from food, kissing, dom!markyong, praise kink, degradation (use of slut/whore), daddy kink, slapping, penetrative sex, riding, oral (male receiving), manhandling/being held down/held in place, missionary sex, praising (sweet girl, good girl), crying (like lots of crying!!), subspace, double penetration (2 in 1), clitoral stimulation, taeyong is leaving for military service and this is upsetting to reader (strong self insert moment LMAO)
disclaimer:Â this is a fanfiction purely from my (filthy) imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic.Â
a/n:Â NOW i know i was technically supposed to make this a (freaky) smut only...but i had to add the extra things because i have been sooo emotional lately and i have not really been in a smut mood unless it's emotional and loving :D with the release of the tortured poets department, taeyong's enlistment, renjun's hiatus...ya'll it's just been a lot. so a lot of this is very much just me projecting HAHA but hope it's comforting to some of you. also, i just wanna say that you guys shouldn't feel pressured to engage in sexual activity when you're sad and crying...everything here is consensual of COURSE as always, and this is all fantasy but i just thought I'd add that in. please take care of yourselves when you're vulnerable. love ya'll mwah <3
You stifled your giggles in the droop of your cardigan, but Taeyong still flushed red. Your cheeks puffed out as you fought the urge to snort in his face. âIâm so sorry.â
He rolled his eyes, instinctively going to run his hands through his now non-existent hair, making you double over in laughter. âAlright, miss, thatâs enough. Hilarious, I know.â
âNoooo Taeyong, donât be embarrassed.â You ran over, pinching his cheeks in your hands, feeling his skin hot and elastic under your thumbs. âYouâre so cute. LikeâŠAnpanman!â
âI know you love jjingppang, jagi, but that was so uncalled for.â You strung his arm into your body, letting the both of you walk away from the dim lights of the restaurant. âWhy? Are you hungry? But didnât you just eat?â
âThere is always space for dessert, hon. Come on, weâve been together 2 and a half years now, and you still donât know my philosophies?â You were teasing, having fun, but as you watched another couple walk in front of you, hands gripped tightly together, the shadows in the trees dancing across their bodies, you felt something sharp poke inside you. You gulped the feeling down, forcing a smile, even though you knew he wasnât watching.
âYouâll get sick if you eat too much bread again.â You shook your head, scoffing. âThat was one time, Taeyong. And it was in Japan. I would definitely have eaten that much again.â
âReally? I recall you crying in the bathroom, whining to me about why I didnât stop you.â You knocked him playfully, feeling his scent permeate your senses and bring you back to those times in Japan. He was here now, a solid body standing right next to you, brushing up against you, butâŠYou felt a sudden rush of emotion, but you could see Markâs car now, and you decided not to bring up what you had been thinking the entire time.
âSo-â
âIâm sorry Iâm leaving you.â The words surprised you, even though it was something both of you had been holding back the entire time. âIâm sorry I have to do this.â
âDonât be silly.â You were standing in front of him now, the white streetlights illuminating every line on his face, too scared to look into his eyes. âYou have to do it, right? And, you should be proud of yourself. Itâs hard work you are willing to dedicate yourself to for a while. And, I can always take care of myself.â
âYou have Mark.â
âNo, I can take care of myself.â You nodded as if you were trying to convince yourself instead of just him. Your eyes watered, working against every restraint you had. âPlease, justâŠit will be fine. I will still see you. Just, not as often. But youâll still be here.â He held both your hands, bringing them to his chest, and you were looking at your shoes, watching them get blurrier, feeling him pull your body towards his.
You couldnât do it. Not for the last time.
âBye.â You let go of his hands, turning swiftly around and walking towards the parked car at a pace that seemed closer to running.
The warmth enveloped you, and you hastily rubbed off the tears, almost embarrassed at the thought of crying in front of him. Both of them. âH-hey, Mark.â
âYou okay?â You nodded, and he brought your hand to his lips, lightly pecking it before he shifted gears.
â
The apartment was quiet at first, as if it already sensed the loss of one tenant. âJust squeezing past, babe.â Markâs shoulder brushed yours as the keys jangled in his fingers, his steps retreating towards the bathroom. You walked over to the couch, looking at the empty cake box, the one Doyoung had bought to celebrate. The cake crumbs that littered the floor, the frosting on the couch â you didnât even have the heart to be mad.
âIs that frostingâŠon the couch?â
You chuckled weakly, sniffling. âYeah. I thought I told Jungwoo not to make a mess.â
âYou didnât. Youâre so quiet around the boys. So shy.â Markâs breath tickled your neck, his lips grazing the skin hidden underneath your cardigan. He kissed you gently, bringing one hand to your shoulder, the one he had brushed. âItâs what I love about you.â
You smiled, watching Markâs shadow cover you as he moved to sit next to you on the couch. âWhat a mess. This isnât driving you crazy?â You shook your head, but you smiled, a little bit more genuine this time. Curling up next to Mark, you basked in the heat of his body. He pressed his nose to the top of your head, inhaling your scent. âYou smell good.â
âYou trying to get laid, Lee?â You felt his chest shake as he laughed, both a little awkwardly and without holding back, like he always did. You thought of all the times you fell asleep in his lap, feeling him stroke your body soothingly as you both waited for Taeyong to get home.
You sat up, turning, looking deep into Markâs eyes. âI love you.â You kissed him, pulling his bottom lip with your mouth as you pulled away. He ran his hands up your back, connecting lips as you climbed onto his lap, so quick to bring your body against his. He held your hips in place when you stared to move, groaning softly as he pulled away from your mouth. âAre you sure?â
âWhat, am I sure I love you?â
âNo, I mean,â he gasped shortly when you kissed his collarbone, a spot only you knew how to tease. âEasy, baby. I mean, are you okay with doing it tonight?â
âWhy wouldnât I be?â Your voice came out sharper than you intended, and you hated yourself in that moment for ruining it all. Desperate to stop him from continuing, you shut him up with a kiss, moving his hands from your hips so you could grind against his growing bulge. Your fingers in his hair, you dug your knees on the couch so you could push your chest onto his face. He moaned this time, tugging at the ends of your hoodie to signal you to take it off. You hissed when the cold hit your bare torso, Mark unhooking your bra clasp as you shivered. âYou cold, sweetheart?â You nodded, but you were sitting back onto his lap, both of you shrugging off your bottoms as you talked. The cold drew goosebumps on your skin, but you felt wet and hot in the pits of your stomach.
âFuck, so tight.â Mark threw his head back as you cried out, feeling the stretch harder than you remembered. He held you in place with a hand on the small of your back, another on your thigh. âShhh. Come closer to me. Good girl.â He continued praising you as you sunk deeper onto his length, inches buried inside you. âW-wait.â You pressed a hand to his stomach, warning him not to move as you scrunched your eyes shut. âSo fucking big.â Mark laughed, moving your hand away and bringing your chest closer to his mouth. As he licked and nipped at your body, you began to relax, your breath quickening with every passing second. His dick jumped inside you, making you whimper. âYou ready, sweet girl?â
You tasted the tears before you felt them, streaked down your face. âPlease.â you begged, and he began to thrust up into you. âFuck, Mark, M-Mark!â Your voice carried through the apartment as he rolled his hips into you. âCome on, baby, thatâs it. Youâre our good girl, right?â You sobbed, bringing one hand to your mouth to quieten yourself, but he pulled the hand away. âIf youâre gonna cum, you better do it screaming my name. You understand?â He held your chin into place. âUse your words.â
âYes, yes, p-please. Fuck,â You gasped, feeling the ripples of pleasure run through your body. âIâm close! Please, Mark, can I-â
âYeah, good girl, baby. Iâm close too.â His voice was raspy, his thrusts sloppy as he reached his own high. You shut your eyes, feeling your thighs constrict as you came. You breathed heavily, the tears still running down your face. When the ringing sound stopped post-orgasm, you heard yourself crying.
âHey, hey. You did well, sweetheart. Itâs okay, Iâm right here.â You nodded, feeling your body slump against him. âCan I pull out? Does it hurt? I didnât hurt you, right?â
You looked into his eyes, feeling the way he held you so securely in his arms. âI miss him. I miss the three of us. I know itâs silly, because it technically hasnât happened yet, but,â you sighed. âI didnât know how hard it would be until it really happened.â
Mark hummed in agreement, wiping away your tears. âOf course. Thatâs not silly. And, I love you too, okay? Iâm here for you.â You wrapped your arms around his body, breathing in his scent, feeling Mark pull your hoodie around the both of you. âYou never hurt me, Mark.â
â
You both woke up with a jolt when the knocking started. You climbed off Mark as your eyes shot open, and the both of you started frantically dressing, as if the person had entered straight away. âWhoâs coming over so late?â Mark grumbled.
âHopefully Jungwoo to clean the couch.â You muttered, but Mark was rushing to open the door after peeking through the peephole, and you frowned.
âHyung.â
You knew it was him. But you couldnât even move. In that moment, you were frozen in time.
âHi, jagi.â His body stood looming over yours, his face red from the cold outside. You didnât know what to say, rubbing the itch on one of your ankles to kill time.
âYouâreâŠyouâre here.â
âYeah. Itâs my apartment too, right?â He smirked. âWhy, is the Anpanman look enough to make you forget me?â You laughed, sniffling, hitting him lightly on the chest. You noticed Mark raise an eyebrow, left out of the inside joke. Your stomach churned, your heart pining for a loss that suddenly was not lost, and it all felt so out of place.
âI love you.â
âI love you too.â He bent over to kiss you, bringing both of his icy hands to your face, but you didnât care. The kiss was everything, and you brought your bodies over to the wall as you continued, one of his legs now in between yours. âFuck, I thinkâŠIâm gonna miss you so bad.â
âYouâll live.â You scoffed, pushing him away. He laughed, the smile lines on his face making your heart soar. âI donât think Iâm gonna miss these stupid jokes.â
He kissed your forehead. âI think you will.â You rolled your eyes, but he was right. As always. You ran a hand up his chest, then, underneath the hoodie he was wearing. You gasped in an exaggerated, ditsy way, making your voice airy on purpose. âOfficer, I think youâre pretty hard right now.â
Taeyong smirked, his eyes darkening as he gripped the wrist of your wandering hand. âOh yeah? You think you know me so well? Wanna play that game?â In the corner of your eye, you watched Markâs figure step closer. âShe already did, Hyung.â He pushed his tongue on the side of his cheek, and you fluttered your eyelashes at Taeyong, feigning innocence. âI didnât do anything. Heâs lying.â
âOh?â Mark looked pissed, and you only giggled in response. Taeyong brought his face closer to yours. âIf I find out youâve been lying, youâre done for. Now, on your knees.â You complied, seconds later being met with Taeyongâs length springing out of his boxers. You covered his tip with your mouth, but you felt your hair being yanked backwards and a slap on your face. âDid I say anything yet? Dirty slut.â Markâs grip on your hair didnât falter, and you whined. âIf you want to suck me so bad, you better be ready to beg for it.â
âMmm, please. Please let me taste you, Daddy. Please, Iâll be good.â Markâs other hand travelled under your chin, tilting your head up almost uncomfortably, making you yelp. âTap him if itâs too much, okay?â You nodded in response, and as soon as you did, Markâs thumb pressed hard on your bottom lip, prying your jaw open. Taeyong thrusted inside your open mouth, guttural groans leaving him as he did. Tears sprung to your eyes at the sudden intrusion, the apartment now filled with the sounds of you violently gagging on dick. Your fists clenched by your sides. âPretty cockwhore, arenât you?â Mark whistled lowly, making you squeeze your legs in embarrassment. âAh, so you like being our nasty little thing. As expected.â You shook your head, but he only tightened his grip, laughing almost cruelly in response. Taeyong pulled out when he heard you choking, inhaling air as soon as his tip left your mouth. âNot so talkative now, are you, pretty?â Your voice raspy as you spoke, you opened your mouth wider, sticking your tongue out. âDaddyâs little whore, yeah?â You could only hum in response as Mark held you still, Taeyong jerking himself off on your tongue. You swallowed the cum in your mouth, letting some of it drool out of your mouth. Taeyong bent over, spreading it over your chin, mixed with your drool. âGo and bend over the couch.â You went to nod once more, but he slapped your face. âWords.â
âY-yes, T-Taeyongie.â You only used that when you were floating away, letting yourself go, and to be honest, you were surprised it had happened so soon. As you bent over the couch, you had an inkling that they were surprised too. You felt Taeyongâs hands on your sides, and you jumped. âSorry, jagi. Is this still okay?â
âUh-huh.â You felt wetness pool in between your legs. âPlease, f-fuck me. Before, what happenedâŠwell, MarkieâŠIâm sorry I lied, Daddy.â You heard Taeyong shushing you. âI want you to enjoy yourself, beautiful. Okay? Tell me if this is too much.â You sighed, relaxing when you felt Taeyong rub up your back, pressing hard in the way that you liked. Under his hands, you felt safe. Calm. Honest.
âC-Can we go to the bedroom? I donât like this position.â
Your body burned, even though your shared bedroom was freezing tonight. âFuck, itâs cold in here.â Taeyong held you close to your body, as if he never wanted to let go.
As the three of you sat on the edge of the bed, you began to ugly cry. Taeyong rubbed your back as you shook, Mark taking a tissue to wipe your chin. âWas it too much? Baby?â You didnât know who was speaking, but you held both their hands, unable to stop the tears from falling. âNo, its just that,â you rubbed your face harshly, feeling the days makeup rub off on your hand. âThis is all so fucking dumb. Iâm sorry, but, I donât want you to leave. I donât care if that makes me a bad person.â Taeyong laughed as he held your head in both his hands, pulling you into his body. Mark ran his hands soothingly up your thighs. âI think I love this side of you, actually.â
You smiled, remembering your conversation only a while ago. âSorry Iâm ruining everything.â
âSorry but, you must be fucking crazy if you think thatâs true for even a second.â Unlocking yourself from Taeyongâs embrace, you exaggerate lifting your hands up in surrender. âOkay, relax, Mark. Donât call a woman crazy.â
âEspecially not a horny one.â You snorted at this, making both of them laugh. Sighing, you tried to appear mad or even annoyed. But you hadnât felt more free in days.
He was right. You were going to miss these stupid jokes.
The three of you rolled onto the bed, you straddling Taeyong while Mark left noisy kisses down the sides of your neck from behind. âI want you both inside me. Please.â You moaned as Mark squeezed your boob from under your shirt, your head on his shoulder as Taeyong pulled your panties down, the three of you momentarily and, almost comically, struggling with taking them all the way off.
Your hands splayed across Taeyongâs bare chest, you bent over to kiss him. âIâll miss you.â You whispered against his skin, and he squeezed the outside of your thigh in response. As Mark sheathed himself inside you for the second time that night, he began to thrust straight away. âStill fits like a fucking sleeve, so fucking good.â Your breath quickened as your clit rolled against Taeyongâs bare cock, your moans thickening as you watched Taeyong lie beneath you. âYou ready, my love?â You nodded furiously, Mark holding onto you with an arm across your shoulders, pressing your body flush against his. Both men guided you onto Taeyongâs length, the stretch now burning, firecrackers exploding in your stomach. âFuck! Oh fuck!â You couldnât breathe, pulling at Markâs arm, slowly registering him shushing you in your ear. âRelax, baby girl. Youâre doing so well. Almost there.â Taeyong groaned in pleasure, shifting the tiniest bit, which made you yelp. The feeling was so unfamiliar, and your heart pounded at the new sensations. âPlease, donât move yet.â Taeyong rubbed circles on your clit, watching your face carefully.
âNghh, ahhâŠâ The feeling of both of them inside you was starting to choke you from the inside, deliciously bringing you close to a release. âWait, Daddy, donât-â You squealed as you squirted, your clit throbbing from the aftermath. âShit, I donât know if I can-â
âYou can cum again, pretty. I know you can.â You moaned, feeling both of them bump against each other and into your walls inside you, wet and messy. âOh my god, oh myâŠâ you babbled, holding onto anything as they thrusted relentlessly, both their timing desperate and rocky. âFuck, Iâm gonna cum!â
âCum for us, jagi, thatâs it.â Taeyongâs voice rose in pitch, and you heard Mark groaning in your ear, pressing your upper body closer to his. You came for the second time, gasping for air, hips rolling without permission over both their cocks. You slumped over Taeyong after, Mark pulling out and resting next to you both on the bed.
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Donât Ask, Donât Tell
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Fandom: Soul Eater
Character(s): Spirit Albarn, Franken Stein, mentions of Kami
Tag(s): Hurt/Comfort, Age Regression (SFW), Men Crying, Mental Instability, Stuffed Toys, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff & Angst
Word Count: 2 710
Summary: Stein sees a T-Rex stuffed animal, regresses before and after being allowed to purchase it, and shit also happens to hit the fan, because I donât write for happy people LMAO
Note(s): I finally wrote more age regression like I said I would. I donât like this a whole lot either, but Iâm planning on writing some longer and better things, so hopefully that will happen. I am just posting this and Muse of Tragedy, because these are ideas Iâve had in my head for a long time that I simply never wrote. So, here!
The vivid, fluorescent lighting of the quaint drugstore left Stein internally grimacing, keeping his limbs close to his frame as to make himself seem smaller and further away from the blaring stimulus.
Going in one ear and out the other was the apparently endless rambling of Spirit, as he went on and on about Kami, and Valentineâs Day, and how he nearly forgot, and how he just has to buy her the cutest teddy bear ever. Franken merely hummed in response, scanning the aisles both curiously and indifferently, bored and more than prepared to exit the store.
As they, at long last, arrived at the line of shelves filled with stuffed-toys, particularly bears and rabbits holding non-anatomically correct hearts (Stein would much prefer to see anatomically correct heart candies) and lollipops, the meister spotted the best thing in the entire drugstore; a medium-sized Tyrannosaurus-Rex, greenish-brown in color, and without the glass eyes that left him suspecting whether or not it came equipped with a built-in camera.
Albarn grabbed on his chosen teddy, beginning to march away from the aisle and to the checkout area, as he glanced over at Stein conspicuously gazing longingly at a stuffed dinosaur, not moving, simply staring. The glint in his partnerâs eyes was almost cute; childishly curious and desiring.
âStein?â He called out. And before he could ask the boy whether or not he wanted him to buy the stuffed animal (he looked too intrigued by the toy to deny him of it), Franken turned towards him, not verbally requesting the stuffy, instead, pointing at it with an expectant and hopeful look to his countenance. He appeared as though he was preparing for disappointment, or to be yelled at. He honestly seemed to expect overly negative reactions rather often - too often - and something about that sent a pang of sorrow down Spiritâs tired spine. Heâd never seen him look so childlike and tiny before.
Now he really couldnât say no.
âYou wanna get it?â Stein clumsily nodded his head once, a dramatic motion of his head as he pursed his lips slightly. âI didnât think you were the type to like plushies. But sure, go ahead and grab it.â
âDinosaur,â the meister said, holding the animal to his chest, moving to walk beside his weapon-partner, not ceasing his intense and elated staring content with it.
âOh, yeah. You do like dinosaurs and all that science-y shit, so, I guess that makes sense,â the weapon shrugged his shoulders, grabbing it briefly from Stein, as he scanned the toy. The silver-haired boy seemed to subdue a pout, returning to his former blank state. âYou want it back, right?â Spirit returned it into Frankenâs hands, placing the bear he bought into a plastic bag, paying for the items.
âThank you,â Stein mumbled, not exactly smiling, though the corners of his mouth were more upturned than usual.
âYeah, I donât mind,â he felt more like something of a parental figure to him everyday, or at the very least, when his partner would begin acting⊠like whatever this was. But the meisterâs policy was âDonât ask, donât tell,â so interrogating him about his quirks would more than certainly get him nowhere. âYou donât have to pay me back or anything, by the way. Knowing you, though, youâd definitely find some sneaky-ass way to never pay me even if I wanted you to. Youâve done it before, you bastard! So, I know for a fact you would!â
Stein giggled mischievously in a hushed voice, Spirit joyfully smiling and chuckling to himself as he listened to it. He hadnât heard the male really laugh in a long while, heâd seemed rather morose and sort of lacking in any and all emotion as of late - even more so than typical, which he frankly didnât think was even possible. And for what reason his partner was behaving more overtired and flat, the ginger did not know.
They exited the drugstore, Stein seeming more relieved in a sense as they were shrouded in the shadows of the night, the desert air much cooler than just a few hours ago.
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Stein plopped swiftly down onto the sofa with his prized plushie, Spirit sitting beside him and placing the lovey-dovey teddy bear onto the coffee table, where the tissue paper and gift bag happened to be located.
Whilst writing thoughtful sweet-nothings on the sparkly and shiny card he had bought a little while back, he made repeated glances at his partner, of whom was merely sitting and staring into space, a more petulant, yet deadpan twinge to his countenance.
He looked awfully squeezable, however, with his stuffy tucked against his sternum, his knees holding the toy even closer. Perhaps this newfound affectionate feeling he didnât think heâd ever feel towards Stein would dissipate once the meister said anything about ripping someone limb from limb.
âYou okay over there?â He chortled, his brows pinching together in mild concern as he signed the glimmering card, placing it into the bag along with the heart and candy-holding bear.
Franken remained particularly unresponsive and immobile, it was almost as though he was entirely zoned-out of life itself, not present in the room with Spirit. Though there was something stirring within him, he could see it in his exhausted and narrow eyes, they were both decomposing and lively simultaneously in a way that only Stein could achieve.
âHey. Did you hear me?â Albarn poked his arm, only to receive nothing back.
He inched closer to his partner, untucking and lifting Steinâs arm from the stuffed T-Rex as gently as he could, as to hopefully not startle him. Though, perhaps if he were to startle him, heâd scare him out of his current stupor.
As he raised his appendage, he moved it up and down almost playfully, stopping and leaving it to hang right in the middle. And his arm did not fall.
Spirit rose an eyebrow in the face of this strange behavior; Stein had gotten like this before - heâd refuse to speak, and would either move too much, not too much, or very robotically. But he had never done this before.
Albarn simply stared at the unmoving arm for a moment, confused and worried, not even noticing the salty tear falling from his meisterâs right eye, or the way his chest made abrupt movements as noiseless sobs escaped him.
He gazed upwards, eyes widening at the sight before him, as he marginally began to panic.
âWhatâs wrong, Stein? Donât cry,â he hadnât realized before how much the sight of his counterpart weeping would both upset him and frighten him. âWas it something I did? Iâll never touch you without asking again, how about that? Please donât cry.â
Spiritâs eyes flicked all over the room as he pondered how in the world he could possibly comfort his meister. Heâd never seen him cry before, how was he supposed to know?
âNaâ yu,â Stein murmured under his breath, his tone sounding pained as though it was his first time attempting to speak.
âNot me? It wasnât me, then? Can I touch you?â Spirit reached his arms out, retracting them, only to flail them outwards once more.
He didnât reply again, instead focusing on trying to relearn how to move his body, desiring to position his arm back into its former place.
Spirit noticed this, grabbing his arm and moving it to tuck around his plushie just how it was before.
âTâanâ yu,â he whispered out slowly, mechanically.
âOf course,â the weapon reesponded with a polite smile, looking around the room one more time, before just pulling his partner over to him, essentially sitting him on his lap, shoving his head into the crook of his anxious neck.
This more than certainly alarmed Stein, his eyes bulging, as he acted on instinct - squirming and writhing out of his grasp.
âItâs okay, itâs okay. I didnât mean to freak you out, Iâm sorry,â he shushed his perturbation in the sweetest voice he could possibly muster. Stein sat up, perched on his thighs, as his bottom lip seemed to quiver lightly in response to his former statement. More tears bubbled up in his eyes, spilling over, as the scientist shoved himself right back to where the redhead had originally pushed him, choking on pitiful sobs.
âShhâŠâŠ Iâm sorry. This is all so.. not you, I just donât know what to do - Iâm sorry,â he held his head, thinking to himself âWell, at least he moved for the first time in however many minutes he hadnât.â Spirit soothingly rubbed up and down his back, his nails dragging along empathetically. âAnd I know you never tell anyone anything.. You donât have to tell me whatâs wrong. I know this must be really scary already, isnât it?â
Stein had evidently lost control of himself. It was clear as day to anyone that he had unwillingly began blubbering, as he repeatedly attempted to hush himself up, his efforts ultimately proving to be in vain.
He nodded his head in agreement with the weaponâs question, as he sniffled into Albarnâs shirt, his hands still maintaining their iron grip on the stuffed toy.
âYeah, I know it is,â Franken was seriously the absolute last person he expected to be coddling. âIâm so sorry. I donât know whatâs going on with you, but Iâm sorry. Iâm always here, okay? You donât have to tell me anything, but if you need to, you always can. Whatever was happening earlier didnât look too comfortable or fun.â
Stein hummed in agreement once more, the noise reverberating within his overtired throat, as he huffed out another sob.
He brought one of his hands to his face, placing his thumb in his mouth, gently suckling on it, as his chest bumped up and down due to the suppressed wailing.
While it was a considerably strange thing for a teenager to do, Spirit couldnât care less what Stein found tranquillizing, so long as it helped him.
âItâs okay to cry, Stein. Iâm not judging you. Iâm not gonna hurt you, I promise. Youâre stubborn, so I know you wonât believe me, but Iâm not gonna tell anyone, I swear,â he tenderly attempted to reassure the meister.
That only sent more tears running down his flushed face, as Stein glanced cautiously up at the ginger, whimpering into his finger.
Spirit grinned down at him, whispering, âYou donât have to believe a word I say, okay? I can see it in your eyes,â he adoringly flicked Steinâs forehead. âI donât know what exactly is so hard for you, but I can see itâs hard for you. Stop arguing with yourself in there. Stop thinking about whatever it is for a minute. How about we play with your little dinosaur?â
He snuffled, lazily and begrudgingly removing his face from his weaponâs neck, making his stuffy more visible to the both of them.
As he did as such, Albarn could get a much better look at his blotchy, tear-stained face, a pout stretching his poor lips.
âDo you have a name for it yet?â Spirit prodded softly, restricting the urge to fondly crush the male he had seated on his femurs, as he stared shyly down at the dinosaur.
When he received no response, he assured, âYou donât have to speak, thatâs okay. We can just play with it, or do whatever you want to do with it⊠Except dissecting it!â He earned another precious titter from Stein.
The meister held the T-Rex up to Spiritâs doting face, the ginger patting it jestingly on the head.
Stein chuckled, sniffling a bit once more, as he patted the scythe on his own head.
âTop hat,â the aspiring scientist vaguely spoke.
âWhat about a top hat?â He confusedly questioned.
The giggly meister pointed at the dinosaurâs head, staring inquisitively at his weapon, trying his best to temporarily forget about the bickering and the static and the inevitable.
âOh, I see! We should get a top hat for your T-Rex, shouldnât we?â Stein nodded his head, biting on his bottom lip in thought.
ââN fâr you,â he elucidated, slurring his words in a baby-ish voice.
âOh, really? Wouldnât I just look dashing in one?â Spirit said in an overly and theatrically elegant manner, his visage contorting into a rather silly expression, leaving Stein to grin.
âNo,â he was a menace, but at least he was honest.
The redhead feigned taking offense to his utter brutality, fake-crying with a hand on his chest. Franken heartily laughed, or rather, sadistically, and yet innocently, concurrently.
Abruptly, his giggles ceased, as a deep and troubled sigh escaped his lips, his countenance falling and returning to its earlier indiscernible oddity.
Spiritâs did just the same, his brows furrowing as he solicitously studied the meisterâs body language and face.
âWhat is it, sweetheart?â He was hoping to Death that he would enjoy being referred to with touchy-feely nicknames in the state he was currently in, and that theyâd relax him somewhat.
âTop hats and your dinosaur canât really distract you, huh?â Stein sat still, blankly staring down at the stuffed toy. âThat bad?â He nodded.
âIs there anything I can do?â His eyes watered once again as he processed the question being asked, moving his head from side to side, as he wanted nothing more than to forbid the tears from rolling.
âNotâing,â he mewled. âI canât evân do notâing.â
âAw,â he brought Stein in once again, warmly hushing his bawling. âIâm sorry youâre feeling so fussy, baby.â
Franken immediately looked up at Spirit, his eyes switching from wide-set at first to squinted and glazed over, his fingers immediately making their way back to his mouth, as his previously taut figure melted into the weaponâs chest.
âFâssy,â he shakily repeated, hiccuping.
âYeah, fussy,â Stein nuzzled into this shoulder, one arm holding his dinosaur, the other wrapping around his partner and gripping his shirt, as he sniveled even more so.
âShh, shh, itâs okay.. Itâll be okay, Stein.â
âWonâ,â he denied in a voice Spirit found it difficult not to coo at.
âEven if thatâs the case, Iâm always here, okay? You know that right?â
âMâno.â
Spirit delicately scratched at his scalp, primping his unkempt hair. âHmâŠ. Thatâs okay. I guess Iâll just have to show you, then, huh?â
âDonâ think I can live much longer,â he stumbled over his words, unsteadily speaking. âNaâ able.â
Albarnâs expression gave in to his sullen feelings, as he patted Steinâs back, rocking them both from side to side.
âNo, you can make it through, youâre strong,â he encouraged the boy.
âYou donâ get it,â he yowled. âNaâ my choice. Canâ do notâing adâall.â
Spirit continued to shush him, as that was all he could do, petting his hair, stroking his back, ensuring him that heâd always be there.
ââM all gone. Bye-bye,â it was difficult to make much sense of what he was saying, but there was something at the bottom of the scytheâs soul that almost could grasp it.
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Eventually, Steinâs eyes sluggishly closed, though he tried eagerly to hold them open. His sobs died down, his sniffling coming to a close, as he no longer babbled.
Spirit peered down at the maleâs face, sympathizing with him as he witnessed how swollen and red his eyes were, his eyelashes doused in teardrops, cheeks completely damp. Even his neck was moist with the droplets that flowed downwards.
The weapon carefully and attentively pushed the meisterâs bangs out of the way, caressing the side of his face perceptible to him, as he tucked the loose and free hair behind his ear.
âPlease tell me whatâs wrong,â he muttered, disquieted by the whole ordeal. âI hope you can learn to trust me. Iâm sure that wonât be easy, though, huh? Youâve never trusted anyone your life, have you?â
And he hadnât. That much was evident.
As he held Frankenâs body in his arms, he didnât dare to move, even as he groaned and whimpered in a distressed and distraught manner in his sleep.
Was he supposed to wake him? Or would that only prove to make him more fussy and irritable?
He never knew what he was meant to do when it came to Stein.
He could only pray that one day heâd finally figure the meister out.
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cw: mention of previous abuse, dad Dabi, mom reader, mention of childbirth, angst
new dad touya that doesnât know how to deal with his son. heâs growing too fast and his smiles are so big, but heâs still not sure how to just be with him.
touya isnât abusive in the slightest, not like his shit for brains dad. he can acknowledge, after youâve drilled it into his head on cold nights where you had to hold his quivering cheeks in your hand, that heâs better. that heâs trying. that heâs a great dad.
he doesnât really believe it. itâs hard to believe that heâs a great dad when his son, still covered in that fresh newborn smell, stares up at him with matching azure blue eyes, the little shit, and he finds it hard to smile back. itâd be easier to smile back if he could guarantee a life with no trauma, with the perfect pair of parents, that heâd love him as much as his tiny little face deserved.
touya can still hear the labor and delivery nurse tell him that he mustâve gotten on your nerves for the baby to look so much like him, and that theyâve never seen a baby that fresh out the womb smile so big at their dad. he hands the little bundle back to you, and glares at the nurse who hands him a tissue. he takes it anyway.
touya loves his son. so goddamn much that it hurts, but, he doesnât know how to be a dad. and he knows that you donât know how to be a mom either, that itâs a learning process for the both of you. but heâs so scaredâheâs terrified that heâll fuck up this innocent brat with his ruin. with his scars and history and the want to better but never knowing how to just be.
so he leaves. itâs the day after your sons first birthday that you celebrated together in your home.
you thought everything was okay, that he was starting to get the hang of being a dad. he did everything right, why couldnât he stay? he sat on the floor with your son and changed his diaper and made him giggle those addicting baby giggles? he carried your son everywhere whenever he cried after being sat down without a single complaint? he helped him open his birthday presents? he didnât smash the cake in his face, only swiped a little icing on his sons nose to hear that addicting baby giggle? he held your son like he could never let him go?
how could he just go like this? you thought he was finally learning and accepting how to be a dad? what happened?
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This might not be anything, but while writing about your fics, the way you have the characters' mannerisms down PERFECTLY got me thinking about mirroring...
There's a lot of it in 7 (Horii is a directorial genius etc etc), most of it more intentional than these probably are, but there's something so interesting about mirroring that takes the tone of a (relatively) fond memory, a familiar gesture, and inverts it in the way shown here.
OH I'M GLAD YOU'VE NOTICED THESE TOO I think I mentioned it months back (or I drafted a post 'bout it but didn't think it was anything noteworthy) but I always really did like how the Arakawa Family mimicked each other's mannerisms (also circling back to how Jo and Masato calling Ichiban 'Ichi' presumably after picking it up from Arakawa)!
Aoki actually does the same sitting gesture too! I went back to double check and skim through the rest of the game's cutscenes, and as far as I could tell unless I skipped a scene, it really is only these three that do this specific pose:
It's such a small detail but I love it immensely and it really does highlight their connections with each other and it drives me insane
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i can't sleep :c
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scaramouche x f!reader . 18+ content. â nsfw + unprotected sex/raw sex. breaking in. scummy scaramouche.somnophilia. mentions of past non-con (this fic is consensual though !). breeding kink. dirty talk. mention of having children. creampie. â mdom + fsub â not proofread ! à«źê°àŸàœČ ážážážáž àžê±àŸàœČ১
finally writing for scara ! this fic took me soo much effort to write because i've been having major writers block aaah ⥠+ ⻠are rlly appreciated ! !
The shattered shards of glass on the ground scattered as his body made its way in, stepping through the window and landing gracefully. The moonlight shone on the floor of the bedroom he entered, the figure on the bed sleeping soundly as the breeze from the broken window blew their hair slightly. His gaze was fixated on you, the smile that was on his face nothing more than sinister. He approached the bed slowly, making his way around it until he stopped by your side, his eyes examining your form as you laid under the blanket.
The man bent down until his lips were at your ear, "Oh (Y/N)~" he cooed softly. "Wake up, sleepy head." He whispered, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. Your face scrunched up as his fingers brushed against your skin, your eyes fluttering open slightly before closing again. Scaramouche frowned at your lack of reaction, his hand going under the covers and sliding down to your hips. "Oh, (Y/N).. Thats no fun.." He pouted, his fingers hooking on the hem of your shorts. "Don't you wanna show me some love, baby? Didn't you miss me?" He asked as his fingers slipped into your shorts, his fingers rubbing on the thin fabric of your panties. A soft noise escaped you, your thighs moving together to push his hand away. "Hm.." Scaramouche thought for a moment, his fingers stopping their actions as he looked down at you. "Why are you always so mean to me, huh? Everytime i try to fuck you, you push me away or start screaming for help." He complained. "I just wanted to give you my love.. Is that too much to ask for?" He sighed, his fingers going back to stroking the front of your panties. "You can't even appreciate my affection, darling. That really hurts my feelings." Scaramouche puffed his cheeks slightly, his fingers slipping under your panties and touching the soft skin of your cunt.
"But that doesn't matter." He hummed, his fingers tracing along your slit and rubbing against your clit. You squirmed slightly, letting out a small whine. "You're gonna give me the attention I want, whether you like it or not." Scaramouche declared, his free hand ripping the blanket off of you and throwing it across the room. "So don't even try to get away from me." He hissed, his fingers teasing your entrance as he climbed on top of you. Your body flinched when his hands grabbed at your thighs, pushing them apart as he situated himself between them. He let out a low groan, his hips rutting against yours, "Shit, baby." He breathed, his clothed cock pressing against your pussy. You turned your head, your eyes slowly opening as his movements got rougher. "Scara..?" You called out tiredly, his movements stopping immediately as he looked down at you with wide eyes. "Ah, fuck." Scaramouche muttered.
His face scrunched up as he started thinking about what to do, his fingers still in your panties. His thoughts were interrupted by your sudden moan, his hips thrusting forward instinctively as you arched your back. "Scara.." You moaned out, your hand reaching down and grabbing his wrist. Scaramouche let out a shaky sigh, his eyes closing as his fingers rubbed your clit slowly. "Shit, I can't stop now." He groaned, his cock throbbing in his pants as he listened to you moaning his name. He pressed his fingers down on your clit, the pleasure causing your hips to buck against him. He watched you with half-lidded eyes, his hips rocking against you as his other hand pushed his pants down. "Don't scream, okay? Don't scream this time, don't call for help.." Scaramouche begged as his cock slid against your slick cunt. "I need it.. I really fucking need it." He grunted, his head dipping down and resting against your shoulder. "I'll be quick, I promise." He mumbled, his fingers pulling your panties aside and gripping his cock. "So please don't ruin this for me.." He breathed as the head of his cock slipped inside you, his hips slowly thrusting forward and letting you take him inch by inch. "Oh.. Oh shit.." He cursed, his cock bottoming out in your tight heat. He panted against your neck, his hand grabbing the front of your shirt and lifting it up. He leaned back, his eyes focused on the soft mounds of your chest as he pulled his hips back. "I-I can't hold back.." Scaramouche choked out, his hips thrusting forward and bottoming out once again. His eyes snapped shut, his cock twitching inside you as he let out a strained groan.
His thrusts were shallow and slow, the man above you shaking with need. He whimpered softly, his fingers pinching your nipple. "Oh fuck, (Y/N).." He whispered, his hips rocking against yours as he tried his best to keep himself composed. His hand trailed down your stomach, his fingers brushing against the slight bump on your lower stomach. "Look, baby.. Can you feel me here?" He panted, his cock throbbing as he pressed down on the bulge. You whined, your hips rocking against his in an attempt to take his cock deeper. "Shit.." Scaramouche gritted his teeth, his hips pulling back and slamming forward, your slick walls clinging to his cock and pulling him deeper. "Oh god, baby.." He moaned, his resolve breaking as he started to desperately rut into you. "I need it.. Oh fuck, I need it.." Scaramouche whined, his hands grabbing the front of your shirt as he slammed his cock into your heat. His moans filled the room, his mouth hanging open as he pounded into you. "F-fuck, I love you, baby." He stuttered, his fingers gripping the fabric of your shirt tightly, before tearing it down the middle. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, his mouth watering at the sight. "S-so beautiful.." Scaramouche whispered, his hands palming your breasts as his hips moved faster. "I-I love you.." He moaned out, his thrusts getting sloppy as he felt his climax nearing. "I love you, s-so let's have children, o-okay?" Scaramouche suggested, his thumb pressing down on your clit as he fucked into you. "A-and we can get married a-and.." He trailed off, his moans interrupting his train of thought. He leaned down, his hands grabbing your waist as his hips rocked against yours. "Just- Just marry me, okay?" He asked, his fingers digging into your soft skin.
The bed creaked underneath the two of you, his hips snapping forward harshly. Your moans rang through the air, the wet sounds of his cock sliding into your cunt adding to the obscene symphony. You gasped, your back arching off the bed. "Oh shit, shit, shit, shit..fuck!" Scaramouche babbled, his cock throbbing inside you. His movements became erratic, his hips sloppily rocking against yours. He leaned down, his arms wrapping around your waist and hugging you close to his chest. "Please, please, please.." He moaned, "Cumming inside.. cumming..i'm cumming..cum with me..oh, oh.." Scaramouche choked out, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep in your pussy. You let out a loud moan, your walls clenching around his cock as you reached your climax, his cum filling you up as he fucked you through your high. You panted heavily, your body twitching every few seconds. Scaramouche let out a strained groan, his hips grinding against yours slowly. He stayed still, his cock still twitching and throbbing as his cum leaked out of you.
Scaramouche lifted his head slightly, his half-lidded eyes meeting yours. His lips curled up into a lazy smile, his hand reaching up and caressing your cheek. He leaned forward, his lips connecting with yours in a slow kiss. "Mm.." He hummed, his tongue tracing along your bottom lip. You opened your mouth slightly, allowing him access to deepen the kiss. Scaramouche tilted his head, his tongue tangling with yours, the two of you letting out soft moans as his cock throbbed inside you. Scaramouche broke the kiss, his tongue licking along your bottom lip, before pulling away completely. "Did such a good job..took me so well.." Scaramouche purred, his cock slowly sliding out of you, before plunging back in. "Mm..love you." He mumbled, his hips moving in small circles. "I love you so much.."
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a/n- Give my boy a break đ no warnings, angst to fluff. But this is like my second time writing for him so I donât have his character completely down and analyzed ): hopefully itâs good
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You knew he was having a hard time with everything. His hands were on his forehead, as Abby rambled on at the dinner table. His eyes stayed glued on the bills, wondering how heâd pay for it.
He was just fired from another job, some job at a pizzeria this time. The pay wasnât good, anyways, but it saved Abby from having to go to Jane.
âHey, Abby, why donât you go show me your new drawing?â You said, interrupting her rambling. Mike looked up at you, shaking his head. His eyes saying âitâs fine.â But you shook your head back, and gave him a small smile.
âOkay.â She said, jumping up from the seat and grabbing your hand, leading her to the room.
After a while, you tucked her in. In a way, she thought of you as like a mother.
âGoodnight, Abby.â You said with a smile, she smiled back and you shut the door.
You went into the living room, where Mike was staring off into space as he cleaned up the dishes.
You came up behind him, he jumped, not expecting you.
âShe asleep?â He mumbled.
âYeah. MikeâŠâ you started, as he dried his hands.
âHmm?â
âCome on. Letâs sit down for a second.â You said, he furrowed his eyebrows. Was this your way of breaking up with him? A million thoughts ran into his head, his anxiety getting the better of him.
âHey, itâs nothing bad.â Itâs like you could read his mind. You put your hand on top of his as you sat on the bed. He sat across from you.
âWhat is it?â
âI just.. I noticed youâve been stressed, and I didnât really wanna tell you this cause I know you would be all âweâre fine!â And stuff. I got a second job. And I think that you just need to take a break for a second-â
âWha- Y/n- howâs that even gonna-â
âWork out? It will. I promise. Iâll still be here every night, and I know youâre struggling. Mike, I just want the best for you.â You said, looking up at his glassy eyes. You were too good for him, he thought.
âWeâll make up the bill, and weâll figure everything out. Together. I promise.â You said, smiling at him again.
âBut why would you-â
âBecause I want you to relax. I love you, and I would do anything for you. A second job isnât gonna hurt, okay?â
Tears start to fall down, the weight of everything was crashing down on him. Abby, getting fired, Garrett, and now he felt like he was burdening you.
You frown, and scoot closer to him. You wrap an arm around him, he cries into your shoulder.
âYouâre not a burden, Mike.â You mumbled.
âI love you.â He said, and you smiled. That was all you ever needed from him.
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Worth your While | Opla! Sanji x reader
Request: I've read that you are in the need for some Sanji request or ideas so here's one for a fic :D
The crew gets into a fight ( it can be the Navy or anither pirate crew) and the reader gets badly hit and Sanji just loses his shit seeing the person that he cared for the most getting knocked out?? I just genuinely wanna see Sanji just go ape shit on people because of it XD and maybe hiw the others in the clue will react to seeing Sanji like that? @smolracoon25
Summary: You and Sanji have been playing the flirting game for way too long. When you get injured, Sanji shows a side of himself you had yet to see.
Word count: 2.1k
Warnings: none
A/n: I'm going purely off the live-action so pls have that in mind, also I'm just getting back in to the rhythm of writing after such a long time so sorry if this is poop/ooc/both, love ya :)
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âDon't you ever take a break?â
Zoro's voice coming from behind startled you, forcing you to break your longing gaze at Sanji who was fishing at the bow of the ship. âHuh?â came your wise response.
Zoro looked from you to Sanji. âYou've been making moon eyes at him for months now. Don't you get tired? Or are you waiting for him to take his shift staring at you so that you can clock off?â
You felt heat rising to your cheeks. This was far from the first time crew members commented about you and Sanji's â whatever was going on between you two â but this was the first time Zoro called you out so blatantly.
When you didn't respond, Zoro went on. âI just came to tell you we should be docking soon. I'll leave you the pleasure of telling the cook.â with that, he left.
You closed the book on your lap. You really did have the intention of reading when you first head out to the deck, having some time to kill, but then... you noticed Sanji. At first you thought you'd go sit with him for a while, flirt and banter a little as you always do, but you found yourself absorbed in taking him in instead. He was different when he was alone. The way he looked so focused, so deep in thought when it was just him and the sea. Maybe even a little sad. So different from his usual sunny exterior that he put on when he was with people. Falling in to deep thoughts wondering what he might be thinking about â maybe about you? - you sat and stared, not reading as much as a word.
The book discarded, you felt a spring in your step as you made your way to the ship's chef.
The creaking floorboards alerted your arrival. Sanji turned to see who was creeping up on him, and when he saw you, he set his fishing rod aside as a wide smile grew on his lips, his dimples deepening and making your heart miss a beat. âThere's my favourite girl. Come here, let me hear all about your day.â Sanji held his arms open, beckoning you to come sit on his lap.
The flirting was nothing new. When you first joined the Strawhats, Sanji was as flirty to you as he was to any other woman; he did not expect to meet his match in you. You were quick to play along, always one-upping him, dancing along the line that separated playfulness and seriousness, never quite picking a side.
The problem was, in reality, you had chosen a side long ago.
You would flirt and giggle and make him blush but never actually act upon anything. Neither would Sanji. He, however, took your playing along as though it was a battle to be won. Sanji would flirt, you'd reply with something raunchy, he would surprise you with something heartfelt. It was as though he knew exactly where to hit in order to get you a little closer to buckling, every time. As time went on he had become so devoted to your back and forth that you noticed he had gradually abandoned all other efforts flirting with other women, to focus entirely on you.
You had to remind yourself that this was a game to him. An instinct, almost. It hurt to think of your relationship that way, but you had to keep that thought at the forefront of your mind if you didn't want to fall even harder for him.
So you would continue to play along, even if that's all that you could have with him.
You chose not to indulge him completely â that was too dangerous for you â and so you opted to bend a knee over the armrest of his chair. Close, but no contact. âCome on, Sanji,â you bent your head in what felt like a bashful manner and said, âyou know I spent all day thinking of you.â
You weren't sure if he was blushing or if that was just your wishful thinking. Composing himself, Sanji wrapped an arm around you to hold your waist, lightly tracing circles on your hip. âI beg of you, darling â next time, come find me instead of just thinking of me. I'll make it worth your while.â
You wanted to ask, how will you make it worth my while? Just to hear Sanji go in to detail of what you've been fantasizing about for months. But instead, you opted for a tamer response. âI came to tell you we're docking soon. Maybe I'll find you then and you could make it worth my while with a drink.â
Without missing a beat, Sanji took hold of your hand, bringing it to his lips. âThere's nothing I'd enjoy more.â With that, he kissed your hand, his eyes never leaving yours.
Docking started out normal. Everyone knew what their usual chores were when you reached a town, restocking and fixing so that the ship would be in top condition for its next leg of the journey in your search for the One Piece. So while Sanji went in to town to restock on groceries (you didn't pay much attention to the others), you, Nami and Usopp stayed around the ship to fix up some of the damage it took when you last encountered a rival pirate ship. That also happened to be the reason it was just you three when the same rival pirates noticed your ship docked, ready to take their revenge.
The three of you had your individual talents, but you just weren't enough to hold up against an entire rival crew. They had attacked so suddenly and so fiercely â it didn't take long before you were on the sand, fighting to stay conscious. You lost that fight as you watched Usopp try his best to fight off three attackers at once.
You really thought that would be the end for you. You should have known better; it was Sanji's voice you heard as you regained consciousness, motivating you to open your eyes despite the pain that flooded your body.
The beach area all around you was covered with pirates who were taken down, just like you â only that they were your enemies. You first noticed Nami's orange hair â she seemed to be taking care of a bleeding Usopp, his condition worse than yours. Following Sanji's voice, you found him holding the last one of the rival crew by his shirt, throwing punches like you've never seen him before. It took you aback â thinking about it, you had never seen Sanji use his hands in combat. Too precious â need them for cooking, he'd once told you before adding, the only thing more precious to me is you. It had made you blush at the time before you had laughed him off. Now, you were questioning if it was a joke at all.
The man Sanji was holding wasn't putting up a fight â he was far too battered for that, but Sanji didn't stop. He was too far away for you to understand what he was saying to the guy, but focusing hard, you could just about make out half sentences â "to hit a woman" â "don't deserve to breath" â "finish you" â you searched for the strength to get up and stop him. You had never seen Sanji â your happy, cheerful Sanji â so angry, feral even. It scared you a little; but mostly, you knew Sanji would regret it if he were to kill a man who no longer posed a threat. So you grasped at the sand, forcing your aching bones to pick yourself up. But as you were regaining your balance, Sanji finally threw the man to the sand, a look of disgust painting his handsome features. "Finally made a date with her and you ruined it... You hurt her. You're lucky I don't kill you." The man groaned in pain.
In a sharp change, his features went from anger to concern as he finally left the man and turned to where he last saw you laying. His eyes were full of honest pain, until he saw you on your feet â then they read of hope. "Y/n!" Sanji called, rushing to you as he could see your struggle to stand upright. "You- I-" he scanned your body as he reached you, taking in all visible injuries. "Are you â are you okay? Can I help you?" he reached an arm around your waist, waiting for your approval before he held on to help you stay up, so afraid he might hurt you.
"Thanks." his arm around you really helped you to stay up. It was a practical measure, sure, any one of your crew mates would do the same â but when you look up and meet Sanji's eyes, you know that the tense feeling between you two wouldn't have been replicated with anyone else. "I mean it. You saved us. We'd... I'd be lost without you." at that, Sanji smiled that deep-dimpled smile of his at you, the playfulness not reaching his still-concerned eyes.
"Y/n," he started. "are you really flirting with me, at a time like this?"
It was strange how despite all your injuries, you felt less and less of the pain the longer you leaned in to Sanji, close enough to smell his fragrance. A half-smile reached your lips. You couldn't play this game any longer. "Did you really beat that guy up that bad because he ruined what should have been our... date?"
Sanji tensed, obviously not ready to have this conversation now. His gaze dropped momentarily before he wrapped his other arm around your waist, holding you tightly to him. "I had a hundred reasons to kill him," Sanji said, and you felt disappointment bubbling through you until he continued, "but the most pressing reason is that he ruined our date."
Sanji took the opportunity to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear and you couldn't help but smile so big you were embarrassed by it. "I really wanted that drink with you, away from the ship and everyone else. Just us."
You recomposed yourself. You needed clarity. "I'm not playing anymore, Sanji."
Sanji chuckled. "Fancy that. I was never playing at all."
You must have forgotten how to breath at all when he leaned down, his hand finding a rest on your neck as his thumb caressed your cheek. Nearly a whisper, he asked â "Can I kiss you?"
You leaning in served as the consent he searched for. After months of pining over each other, wondering what it would be like â his lips met yours, in a mixture of softness and passion like you'd never felt before. Forgetting you were injured at all you sneaked your arms around his neck, pulling him in, almost afraid of letting this anticipated moment of passion go. Sanji was more than happy to pull closer, a hand on your lower back holding you impossibly close to him.
The moment did, however, find its end as you heard your Captain whoop and holler from afar. "Yeah! Way to go, Sanji! About damn time!"
Breaking the kiss, Sanji nodded at Luffy, his smile lines prominent as he looked the proudest you'd ever seen him.
The crew was more than happy to make a quick exit that night, preferring to not stay around until the rival crew regained their strength. You were helping Nami untie the ropes anchoring the ship to the dock when she said, "I really thought he was going to kill him earlier." you didn't know how to respond. "I've never seen Sanji like that." Nami managed to untie a knot, and Zoro began pulling the rope up on to the ship. "He's really got it bad for you."
Despite that questionable context, you couldn't help but smile. In a burst of honesty you confessed; "I hope so, because I've got it real bad for him, too."
On cue, the ship's chef leaned over the ships railing, looking down to you. "Y/n, my love!" he called, as though the rest of the crew wasn't surrounding the both of you. "I hope you're finished down there, because I've got a candlelit dinner waiting for you up here. And drinks. You know, to make it worth your while," he finished with a wink.
From behind Sanji you could hear Luffy ask, "What about our dinner? Just because you're lovers now doesn't mean we don't need to eat..."
Sanji sighed and turned away from you, probably to go protect your dinner before Luffy demolished it.
"Right then, let's go," Nami said as you finished untying the last rope. "While there's still food to eat."
And for the first time, you boarded your ship not to find the One Piece or the All Blue â you were just happy to be there, with the man you loved.
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HEâS NOT MY BOYFRIEND â y.o
†yuuta okkostu x fem! reader
How else would yuuta react if you denied your relationship in front of everyone? You obviously werenât gonna be let off easy.
cw. smut. (kinda) exes to lovers-ish. thigh riding. semi-public sex. library sex. dry humping. oral (f. receiving). groping. marking. pet names (princess). face grabbing. slight manhandling. +18!
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a/n: yall i got a full time job and Iâm doing school and i really want to post my fics more bc i love sharing my writing and hopefully this doesnât sound rushed lol.
âHeâs not my boyfriend!â
You practically had to shout it out loud for it to be known. How many times did you have to say it to get through Makiâs skull as she was constantly teasing you about how you and Yuuta used to act like two middle schoolers in love, laughing about it in front of everyone.
You wanted to craddle yourself into a ball hearing it all made you remember the soft moments you had together and then made you cringe about it in every being of your body.
You held hands and tried to catch the perfect moment to kiss but was too anxious to, spent everyday together before he left, he promised to send a call, text or at least email and now heâs back, decides to act all cool, his attitude changes only slightly like heâs all that now, he had fixed his hair to side and his demeanor turns cold. Everything about him and his current presence ticked you off. He didnât have to stay. You wished heâd go back.
Did you really wish that? Or did you need him to trap you in the darkest aisle of a library where he caught you. Whispering in your ear to take all those awful words you said back while heâs pinning you against the tall shelf, his pelvis is rocking against yours, his lips ambushing your neck. Heâs just kissing you and touching you all over, making sure you donât escape him either. Heâs squeezing your tits a bit too hard, leaving too many hickeys.
âCan we just take a momentââ
âWhy should we?â his hot breath hitting the shell of your ear, traveling down your jawline. His hand squishing the sides of your cheeks to turn your head to the side to gain access to your neck. You could feel his wet muscle and his warm lips glide over your skin, his hand on the back of your ass, squeezing it and also pulling you more into him.
The slight change in yuuta was quite scary, he wasnât as soft as he used to be. Heâs leaving marks and his hips are moving recklessly. He knows it will be so much better if he could take your clothes off and be bare already to fuck you like he is your boyfriend, youâre all his.
He guides his leg between your legs under your skirt, his thigh grazing your covered cunt and his hands situated on your hips to rock you against his thigh.
âDidnât you think it hurt my feelings when you said that in front of everyone?â
You couldnât look him in the eyes knowing his eyes bore into you, he was looking for an apologetic look from you but you were too distracted by looking down watching as he was driving your hips to desperately drag on his thigh. He was pressing his leg harder into you making you finally let out out moan. The shame you felt when you realized you were in a public place making such noise.
âI was just telling the truth..hahâŠâ your tone with half of regret and moans by yuuta forcing your hips to grind on him, your clit throbbing from the harsh friction and youâre already leaving a damp on his leg.
The way your words were set in annoyance and anger like you truly disregard the fact that you and yuuta never had a thing going on and this frustrates yuuta when he replays how you yelled that he wasnât your boyfriend.
âI am your boyfriend, i just wanna make sure you donât forget that princessâ He pulls down your bottoms and heâs on his knees with his hands on the sides of your thighs like heâs kneeling to an angel which you were to him and you never thought so with all the built of negativity you had towards him.
âAlright i get itââ
He doesnât think you do, he wants you to understand that you were his and he was yours. Why would he stop here? Heâs already pulling down your underwear and your anxiety strikes at you when he gives your pussy a gentle kiss and you gave out a yelp, you kept your eye down the aisle to see if people would pass by. Your hand is slightly hovering over your mouth, so youâre still emitting small moans.
âC-come on yuutaâquit it already..ah!â You would rather move somewhere with more privacy though yuuta doesnât care a place, he was too busy making out with your cunt now, his tongue flicked and sucked on your clit.
And it was not enough for him he had to prop your legs on his shoulders that your back pressed against the shelf of books more and you gasp by the sudden feeling of being weightless with your feet off the ground and yuuta buries his lips, his tongue to eat you out.
You cursed under your breath not knowing where to put your hands, you wanted to support yourself to not fall though yuuta would never let that happen and yet also drown in bliss with your hands gripping his black locks. the anxiousness and the pleasure clouding your mind at the same time.
Your trying your best to keep it down and your constant repeated pleas. Yuuta was lapping his tongue from the outside of your walls to your clit and something ignited deep in the pits of your stomach that just made you push your hips further into his face. It doesnât seem like he was gonna stop anytime, he was so focused his eyes were shut thinking about how good you taste and how he had never got the chance before. he can tell that your twitching to cum soon and your sobs getting a little louder.
âGonna cum! Gonna cum! Gonna cum!â You squealed, your legs wrapped around the back of his neck and your heels digged into his back, your spine arching off of the shelf and your eyelids flutter.
âCum on my mouth princess, Iâm all yoursâŠâ the way his voice melted your heart all over again, causing butterflies to fly in your tummy, made your orgasm come faster but also made you feel shamed and entirely hate it for feeling this way.
The moan of his name being let out so indecently that people might hear or probably did. Feeling the waves of you cumming flow through your body and his mouth hasnât yet disconnected from you.
Yuuta looks up at you like this was just the beginning. Youâre forced to wrap your arms around his neck when his hands comes under behind your knees, you still had no chance of keeping your feet on the floor. Heâs already planning to fuck you with the zip of his pants and his cock freeing out, make you cry out a million times repeatedly that your his and heâs yours.
Now youâre gonna have to take everything you said back.
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Itâs not over
Pairing: possessive! Ex-boyfriend! Jungkook x fem!reader
Summary: Seems like the story with your ex was not over yet.
Warnings: smut, makeout, humping, fingering, dirty talk, little degradation, public sex, sex in the restroom, somebody hearing you two, he calls oc a bitch,
Wc: 2,200+
Note: this is my first time writing smut, let me know if I could do anything better. I wanna improve myself. Also the character âsehunâ is not supposed to represent anybody. Heâs just an imaginary character.ïżŒ I left the ending open cause I donât know how to end it đïżŒ not proofread!!
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âThank you.â You smile at the boy, sehun, as he pulls out the chair for you.
Youâre on a date with him. Heâs your work friend whoâs had a crush on you for a looongg time.
When he got to know you broke up with your ex- boyfriendâJungkookâ he could finally ask you out but you rejected him because you werenât ready to be in a new relationship yet. After a few monthsâ 3 exactlyâ you decided to give in and have one date with sehun.
Heâs not really your type but youâre giving it a chance because, why not? Jungkook wasnât your type either and you two dated for two and a half year.
Jungkook knows what he wants, heâs bold, can be a asshole sometimes, is a pervert, only thinks with his dick⊠and the list goes on.
But on the other hand he is very sweet, caring, funny and cute!
But dating him wasâŠ. different.
He is really possessive and gets jealous easily which results in you two having angry sex.
But you still loved himâŠâŠ until he got too much and you decided you two are better off alone.
Jungkook was heartbroken and tried getting back with you but you stood your ground. He would buy you gifts and flowers. Come to your work at lunchtime and try to take you out. You remember one time it was raining like crazy and he was outside of your house on his knees, begging you to take him back, and promised to be better.
You were stubborn and didnât give in because you knew he wouldnât change.
A month ago he stopped all of this and finally left you alone. Youâre not going to lie you do miss him but itâs better this way.
âSo, what do you want to order?â Sehun sweetly smiles at you and holds your hand which is on the table.
You smile back and hope he doesnât notice youâre uncomfortable with him touching you like that, âThe steak sounds good. I think Iâll order that.â
âI heard the steak here is the best!â He smiles, you smile back. He has a cute smile!
After he placed both orders, he tried to start a conversation with you as you were not trying to bother to start one.
It hurt him because he knows youâre not like that. You talk a lot but he just assumed you were in a bad mood.
âIâm sorry, I just feel weird.â You apologize noticing his uneasy state.
âWhy? Whatâs wrong?â Heâs so sweet, you feel bad for behaving like that.
âItâs nothing, just a weird feeling.â He nods, not questioning you further.
After the drinks arrived, you gulped down the water and almost spit it all out.
Jungkook was here.
He was smirking when you looked at him with shock and fear in your eyes. He was sitting a few tables away from you.
He head skinny jeans on, hugging his thick thighs. He is wearing his usual combat boots, a black shirt with a leather jacket. He is wearing many jewelryâs like rings, chains, bracelets and not to forget his piercings. Silver hoops adorn his ear on both sides, his hair is parted in the middle and donât hide his eyebrow piercing. Looking down you notice two lip rings. Oh god.
His smirks widens at you checking him out like that. He still has that effect on you.
âI-I need to use the bathroom.â You cut him off and leave, not waiting for a response.
You enter the bathroom and enter a stall.
âShit! What do I do!? Why is he here?? Ugh!â You groan in frustration.
After a month of leaving you and giving you hope heâs leaving you alone, he comes back?!
The bathroom door gets opened and from under the stall you seeâŠ. black combat bootsâŠ.. he whistles noticing the restroom is completely empty, except you hiding somewhere.
He whistles louder and opens the first stall door. Empty. He slams it back shut and opens the next one. Empty. He slams it back shut and opens the next one. Empty again. He slams it shut. He keeps going until he is in front of the stall in which you are in.
He whistles even louder.
âOh, baby.â He laughs. âOpen the door. Wanna talk to you.â
âNo, are you crazy? You canât just come into the ladies room like that!â
âCalm down, nobodyâs here⊠except us, so open the door while Iâm asking nicely.â
You take a deep breath and open the door, âLook, you have to go, weâre over.â You try to make him understand.
âYou decided that! You didnât give me any chance to prove myself! You just told me that right of the bat and left without hearing me out first!â
He takes a step closer, standing in the doorway now.
âYou just gave up on our relationshipâ our loveâ like that! You didnât give us a chance. You didnât give me a chance to prove myself, Iâve changed!â
He takes another step.
âWhy donât we give us another chance?â He now speaks in a softer voice, trying to convince you. âI will forget about that little boy waiting outside, yeah baby?â
âIf you choose to come with me now, all is forgotten baby. Iâll treat you dinner after that we go to my place and Iâll fuck the daylights out of you, yeah?â
You roll your eyes at him. âYouâre only thinking with your dick right now, Jungkook!â You push him back. âI have had enough! I donât want to be with you! Why canât you understand!?â You yell at him.
He clicks his tongue, âi have had enough too, you know? Youâre acting like a bitch right now, you know that? Iâm trying to save our relationship and youâre acting like some stupid bitch.â He takes a step closer and closes the stall door with his foot.
He pulls you closer by your waist. âWhy canât you understand? Itâs simple, I want you, you want me.â
âItâs not that simple. You act like a possessive controlling freak. And Iâve had enough of it.â
âI donât want to be with yoââ
He slams you against the wall and smashes his lips against yours, kissing the life out of you. You try pushing him but heâs too strong.
âWhat do you even see in him, huh?â Jungkook mumbles against your lips, âbet he canât even satisfy you,â he chuckles darkly, âcanât even protect you, like I do.â He kisses you again, âcanât make you laugh like I do.â
Your lips and his lips are swollen from all the kissing, he smirks at the sight, âyou look so pretty,â he smiles, âyou even dressed upâŠ. for him.â His smile drops.
âItâs a date, did you expect me to come in sweatpants and a torn shirt?â You state the obvious, in a duh tone.
âNo, I expected you to not come to this date at all. Weâre not finished, how can you start dating after 4 months? Did the two and a half years mean nothing to you?â You can tell heâs hurt by your actions.
You feelâŠâŠguilty?
You do love him, but it was getting too much for you.
âI changed. I really did, baby. Give me a chance and Iâll prove myself to you.â He sounds sincere.
He closes the space between you two and gently kisses you, holding your head in his large hands. This time you kiss back, lost in the pleasure.
He moves his head down and starts sucking on your neck. Soon his gentle sucking turns into harsh biting, you moan at the feeling. He makes sure to mark your whole neck, so everyone knows who you belong to. Especially sehun.
âFuck,â Jungkook mutters, âyou smell so good.â Jungkook come back up and pecks your lips before telling you to jump which you do. You wrap your legs around his waist and give him a squeeze, âwant you.â You whine, Jungkook clicks his tongue, âoh? Now you want me?â
âYou wanted me to beg, baby? Is that it?â
Your core is right above his hard cock. You start humping and moan in delight, âfeels good, baby?â He chuckles into your ear.
He presses his hand firmly on your clothed pussy, âI can already feel you drippinâ for me.â
He slaps your count making you wince. He torns your panties, you gasp, âthey were expensive!â
âDonât worry Iâll buy you hundreds of them.â He mumbles before leaning in to kiss you. In the kiss he slaps your bare pussy causing you to gasp and grip his shoulders tighter, your arousal is on his hand.
He uses the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth and explore it. He sucks on your tongue and moans.
He circles your hole and abruptly pushes a finger in. He knows you like being fingered while he is wearing rings, sometimes it hurts but that adds to the pleasure. The mix of pain and pleasure is just too good.
You hide your face in his neck, âs- so good!â You moan, âyeah? You like that?â He says in a husky voice.
âYou like it hard, donât you? You filthy slut.â You whine at his words, getting more turned on. He sinks another finger in.
His wrist flicks up, fingers going in and out of you at a fast pace, âwant more,â you bite his neck to quieten your moans, âmore?â He asks you, you nod, âplease.â You beg.
Jungkook likes being in control and having you beg for him, turns him on and boosts his ego.
âPlease, what baby? What do you want?â
âWant you in me,â he leaves little kisses on the side of your face, âYeah? want my cock in you?â He whispers in your ear.
You nod, your mouth parting from the pleasure. Jungkook chuckles at your state.
Just as youâre about to come, he pulls away, âI was about to,â you donât finish your sentence as you whine. Jungkook lazily smiles, âIâm gonna give you something better.â
You unwrap your legs around him and stand on your own legs. He pushes his pants down along with his underwear after unzipping his pants. You drool at the sight of his hard, thick, veiny cock.
You drop to your knees, ready to suck him off. But Jungkook stops you, âAs much as I would like to have my cock in your mouth, I donât have the patience to wait anymore.â
He pulls you up by your shoulder and slams his cock into you, he swallows your moans and screams by kissing you. He doesnât move, letting you adjust to his size.
âFuck, baby! Youâre so tight.â
He starts moving slow, letting you feel all of him. âFaster,â you plead.
He starts going faster and smacks your asscheek before groping it and giving it a good squeeze.
Meanwhile, sehun is sitting at the table wondering why youâre taking so long. He decides to look for you, âmaybe she needs help? or something happened!?â He gasps, standing up and making his way to the restroom.
âShould I go in? No, I canât.â He talks with himself.
Meanwhile youâre having one of the best fucks ever, Jungkook grips your chin and leans forward, pressing a kiss to your lips.
âDid she leave? No, no, her purse is still here.â Sehun talks with himself, earning glances from people but he doesnât care, âis she taking a poop? That long?â
âJungkook im sorry,â you apologize and he starts laughing, he throws his head back, ânow youâre sorry? Once you get this cock your brain starts thinking? Arenât you a pathetic little slut?â
You whine loud at his words. You know he doesnât intend to hurt you with his words.
âWill you come back to me now?â
Tears start rolling down your tears, you nod. He smirks, âall it took was a fuck?â He laughs at you, mocking you.
âY/n?â A gentle knock is heard.
You widen your eyes and jungkook doesnât stop thrusting into you. He slowed down his pace tho.
âY/n , are you in there? Are you okay? Did something happen?â Jungkook rolls his eyes at him and you shoot him a glare, before youâre able to speak Jungkook starts thrusting into you fast, skin clapping sounds resonating of the walls.
You moan loudly and sehun widens his eyes and quickly leaves. Not just the door but the restaurant.
He saw Jungkook earlier but thought itâs coincidence that your ex boyfriend is also here. But seeing him follow you after you went to the restroom was weird. He had a feeling something was fishy and he was right. Guess your story with your ex boyfriend didnât end yet.
âThatâs right, baby. Let him know who you belong to.â You moan louder, âgood girl.â He praises you.
âJust like that. Good.â He grunts.
Youâre too lost in all the pleasure, forgetting your âdateâ.
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Can i request something bit angsty? đ„ș its totally fine if you dont wanna write it tho!
I was thinking, wolfstar x reader got into an argument and reader started to occlude and the boys got scared they might be out of line bcs she only occlude when shes really hurting?
this is my SHIT - love me some hurt/comfort. thanks for requesting, lovie đ«¶
poly!wolfstar x fem!readerCW: hurt/comfort, arguing, mention of past family discourse, toxic family memories
âIâm sorry. You did what?â Sirius beseeched, walking into the living room from the kitchen and interrupting the points (arguments) you and Remus were each in the process of making. You gave him an unimpressed look, knowing he wasnât actually asking you to repeat yourself, he just couldnât believe what he had heard.
âShe gave Mary-Ella over a grand.â Remus muttered bitterly.
âI did not give Mary-Ella money, I loaned her money.â You were quick to correct.
Sirius just scoffed. âSure you did, dollface.â He sneered, making his usual pet-name burn to the touch. âYou are never going to see that money again.â
âWhat were you thinking?â Remus implored.
âI was thinking that my friend was in a bind and needed help. I hardly think thatâs a crime.âÂ
âYou didnât just loan a little bit of money, though. You loaned a lot of money to a friend who is not reliable in the slightest.â Remus asserted.
âWe have been working so hard trying to save up to move. To move closer to Diagon Alley so that Remus can be closer to work, and we can finally get out of my uncles flat.â Sirius added.
âI know weâve been working hard, Sirius. I know this because I too have been working hard. But Iâm not going to watch my friend struggle when thereâs something I could do to help!â
âThis choice impacted all of us. You had no right to make this decision on your own.â
It was your turn to scoff as you turned to glare at Remus incredulously. You had been trying to stay patient, knowing that this close to the moon, Remus was feeling extra sensitive. But him ganging-up on you with Sirius quickly found what little patience you had running thin. âI 'had no right' to make a decision about money that I made on my own?â
âYou have no ground to stand on, buttercup. Youâre now out more than a grand because of this choice; weâre all out more than a grand because of your choice.â Sirius growled, tone full of derision.
âIf the roles were reversed, Mary-Ella would help me out!â You tried to reason, only for Remus to bark a laugh.
âThat doesnât even matter, dove. Because youâd never be in her position and likewise, sheâd never be in yours. Sheâs irresponsible, unreliable, and a mooch.â
You tried to ignore the burning sensation in your sinuses as you spoke to the back of Remusâ head; he apparently had grown so disgusted with you that he couldnât even look at you anymore.Â
âI donât like you talking about my friends like that. I donât understand why weâre making such a big deal about this, I jus-â but you were cut off as Remus stood abruptly and turned on you.Â
âWeâre making this a big deal because it is a big deal!â he bellowed. âYou leave this apartment in the morning and itâs like Sirius and I donât exist anymore. You conduct yourself like some single woman with no responsibility to anyone else but herself.â
âYouâre being selfish. You canât possibly expect to drop a bomb on us like this and, what, expect us to just reply with âyes dearâ? You fucked up, Y/N.â Sirius added, arms crossed defensively over his chest and cold silver eyes glared daggers that permeated your entire being. Remus carried on, unperturbed by the effects this conversation was having on you.
You felt like you were seventeen again, like you were eleven, nine, six. You felt like a babe whose hand had been slapped for reasons beyond your comprehension.
Do you ever stop and think about the consequences, Y/N?
You were sitting at the dining room table as your father lashed you with his words, each sentence punctuated with the slamming of his fists on the table. You were standing on the platform having just reunited with your parents after the school year as your motherâs claws dug into your arms, warning you that punishment was to come later if you didnât smarten up. You were cowering in the backyard as your father screamed at you in front of the entire neighbourhood â a free show for all to enjoy.Â
You think crying will earn you any sympathy here? Youâre a manipulative little witch if you think that will work on me.
Keep crying and Iâll give you something to cry about.Â
You felt naked â like your figurative clothes had been violently ripped from your body â and there you stood, stripped bare for all to leer at. Standing before two people...who were meant to love you unconditionally...as they laced their words with venom and spat vitriol at you.
You couldnât even hear the point Remus was trying to make anymore. It didnât matter anyway.
He hated you. You were hated. You were a disappointment, a burden, unwanted.
But you couldnât cry â could never cry. Youâd just be manipulating them. You were deceitful. Emotions were deceitful. The way you felt was wrong. And they were right.
Always right.Â
So, you did what you always did; you made it quiet.Â
You began layering rows of stones around your being. Protection. Space. Distance. Safety.
They couldnât hurt you from all the way in here, not from the other side of your wall. Youâd be safe here. Here in the quiet.
It was safe in the quiet.Â
Sirius felt disgraceful at how long it took him to notice the signs of you pulling away from the conversation. Away from them. Away from him.
Remus â always more sensitive than the two of you when it came to the likes of money, combined with feeling extra flustered with the upcoming full moon â had no reason to expect nor recognize signs of occlusion.Â
Suddenly, Sirius was fourteen again. Walburga was standing over him with her wand aimed at his chest, but all he could see was Regulus. He had prayed at the time that his brother could hear him begging in his mind:
Turn it off, Reg. Just turn it off. It canât hurt you if you turn it off.Â
Sirius himself sat in an almost constant state of occlusion during his fifth year, knowing somewhere deep in his gut that the beginning of the end of his life as the heir of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black (or the end of his life in general) was near.Â
Growing up wasnât a whole lot easier for you, it seemed. And he knew that when things got to be too much, you did what you needed to do to protect yourself.
He suddenly hated himself. You werenât supposed to need to protect yourself from him and Remus. It was their job to protect you; just like you always protected them.Â
How you protected Remus from wasting away on the days leading up to and recovering from the full moon. You never let him go hungry or thirsty, you always made sure the space was clean and tidy, and you never let him fall into his typical pre- and post-moon self-loathing.
And you protected Sirius from himself; from saying things that he wouldnât be able to take back, from being the worst version of himself, from losing you and Remus completely.Â
He didnât deserve you.
You didnât deserve this.
For fuckâs sake all you had been doing was being kind.
Being a good friend, someone that others could rely on, protecting people who meant so much to you.Â
All you were doing was being your kind, courteous, protective, generous self that Remus and Sirius had fallen in love with from the very start.
âMoony!â Sirius pleaded, causing the lycanthrope to pause in his tangent. You didnât even flinch at the sudden change in the atmosphere as Remus looked at Sirius bewilderedly.Â
âWeâve lost her.â Sirius murmured quietly, causing Remus to spin to observe you.Â
âWell...â Remus began, still struggling to shake off his anger and the need to argue. âBut I-â
âItâs enough, Remus.â Sirius hissed quietly, staring at Remus with a look he hoped conveyed no nonsense.
He apparently succeeded as Remus let out whatever breath heâd been holding as he turned again to face you.
âDove, Iâm sorry.â Remus whispered as he tried to move towards you, but you instinctively took a step back to maintain the distance between you; your arms wrapped around your middle protectively as if that was all that was holding you together.Â
Siriusâ heart felt like it split in two â and based off of the look on Remusâ face, he wasnât fairing any better.
âY/N?â Sirius tried. You didnât turn to look at him, but you hummed in quasi-acknowledgement.
âCan you look at me?â He tried quietly, but you shook your head no.Â
Remus made a pained sound as he tried to move towards you again, ducking his head down in an attempt to make eye contact with you. You didnât back away from him this time, but your arms tightened in their hold around your middle.
âSweetheart, Iâm sorry I...I shouldnât have spoken to you like that. Iâm...I was out of line.â
âCome back?â Sirius pleaded. âPlease.â
You took a deep breath and turned your face towards your boyfriends, but Sirius could tell your eyes were still foggy â you were still hiding.
âWe wonât talk about it anymore. That conversation is done.â Sirius said.
âBut-â you started, voice grating from the tightness in your throat, but he cut you off.
âThe conversation is done. You did what you thought was right, you were being your kind lovely self, helping your friend when they needed you. We shouldnât have yelled at you, sweets. Iâm sorry.â
Remus made another pained sound and moved closer to you again.
âDovey, Iâm so sorry. Please, can I- would you like a hug?â
Sirius watched as you looked at Remus, seeming to weigh your options before you nodded once at him. Remus neednât any more invitation and quickly (though gently) made for you, enveloping you in his arms.Â
The three of you stayed like that â Remus with his arms around you, you with your arms around yourself and your face pushed into his chest, and Sirius standing helplessly at the side â before Sirius started to notice some tension leaving your shoulders.
âWhyâd you go?â He asked you quietly, gently placing a hand in the middle of your shoulder blades and rubbing in a way he hoped was soothing.
âI didnât want to cry.â You admitted into Remusâ chest, neither boy missing how tight your voice seemed to be, even as your voice barely raised above a whisper.Â
âOh, dolly. Just cry. Cry, okay? Make us feel like tossers, but donât leave.â Sirius said.
âI didnât want you to feel bad.â You muttered wetly, finally turning so Sirius could see your red and wet face.Â
âBut we deserved it. Oh, my love.â Remus cooed as he all but picked you up and locked your legs around his hips, forcing you to move your grip from around yourself to around him.
âIâm not sâposed to make you cry. Iâm sâposed to make you smile.â He muttered pitifully, pressing his lips into your hair.
âAnd cum.â Sirius spoke in the same pitiful tone, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead.
You laughed wetly and the last of your occlusion appeared to slip away which was what Sirius had been aiming for. It didnât make him feel all that much better though.
âOh, my girl. Iâm so sorry, Pads is right. You were just being your lovely self, and Iâm a bastard.â
Sirius watched as your brows furrowed. âYouâre not a bastard.â
âNo,â Sirius agreed readily, âhe was just being a bastard. Both of us were. Do you think you can forgive us?â
You nodded quickly but Remus tsked in response.
âDonât let us off so easily, dovey. Make us pay for it. What do you need? Do you need a foot rub? You want cake? Ice cream? What about a kitten? Youâve always wanted a kitten.â
You had been shaking your head at everything Remus said until the last one, your curiosity obviously piqued.
Fuckinâ hells, Sirius thought, if she gets a kitten everytime one of us acts like an arse, weâre going to be overrun with cats by next month.Â
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I had an alastor ask you can ignore this but what about an alastor x wife!reader where one day one of the readers old friends from their living days manifest in hell it can be angsty or fluffy but I just really wanna see how you think alastor would react to suddenly remembering that the reader had a whole different life before hell and before him
You're an amazing write and I wanna see your take on this, if not thats ok too !! Have a lovely day đ©·
Ooh this is just juicy-
Alastor X Reader Headcanons
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ïžRomantic
âïžPlatonic
TW: Alastor being sad, Alastor being jealous
Description: đâŹïž
Look, Alastor is a smart man who knows you had a life before you met him, before you died
He knows this, he also had a life before you
A rather violent one towards the end there, but still...
But when one of your friends from when you were alive suddenly runs into you???? It suddenly feels like that previous life is coming to slap him in the face
"Y/N? Is that you?"
The way your face lights up with familiarity and you two rush to hug each other, obviously close
It makes him...feel something bad...
The conversation with your friend starts out simple and innocent enough, the two of you catching up with each other
You introduce your husband and Alastor can tell that your friend is surprised, probably not expecting you to be shacked up with the radio demon himself
He preens with your introduction, ready to hear your friend either gush about your amazing husband or shrink away in fear of him
Or at least that's what Alastor assumes the shocked look means
But then your friend mentions something about an old flame of yours and Alastor just kinda??? Gets a white hot flash of anxiety??
You get visibly upset at the mention of them, mumbling something to your friend that Alastor can't hear because he's not listening
You're scolding your friend for bringing up someone you hardly even thought about anymore, someone so unimportant in comparison to your husband
You had someone before him?? Someone you loved and cared about before you died and became stuck in hell?
Would you still go to them now if you had the choice? No, you wouldn't, he's one of the strongest demons in hell. Why would you leave him?
Because you loved people for more than that...
Then your friend is talking to him about your life when you were alive, telling him every stupid, funny, kind thing you did
Everything you enjoyed without him in your life
He's stuck in his own head and hurting his own feelings, the smile on his face painfully tight
"Alastor? Darling?"
Your concerned voice and gentle squeeze on his arm brings him back to reality, your friend having already left without his realizing
"Are you alright? You got quiet on me and that's not like you..."
And he's back to being his charming self, squashing down his ugly emotions
"My apologies my dear~! I just suddenly remembered I must meet Rosie today!"
He's gone before you can even question it, leaving you with a sinking feeling in your gut
The next few days after that Alastor is distant from you even though he's trying to play it off as being busy
Everyone at the hotel can see it and think that you two must be having a fight
You have to reassure them that no, mommy and daddy aren't fighting
He's been off ever since you ran into your friend and they brought up-
...your past...
Oh that stupid man of yours
It takes a lot of work to corner Alastor, he's stupidly clever and always has an excuse to avoid you
You however, did NOT become his wife by giving up easily
One time, he even straight up turned around and ran from you
And you almost fucking caught him if he hadn't cheated and melted away into the shadows
But you manage to catch him in his radio tower, using all your demonic power to sneak up on him
He jumps at the feeling of your arms draping around his neck from behind, feeling your lips on his temple
He's missed being so close to you, he really has
"We need to talk, darling one..."
This is exactly what he's been avoiding though, trying to get his uncomfortable feelings to go away so things can go back to normal between you two
"What is there to talk about, my dear~?"
He's pulling you into his lap, uncharacteristically enthusiastic about giving you affection all of a sudden, kissing up your neck and rubbing your thighs
You know he's trying to seduce you to get out of having to talk about his feelings so you stop him, placing a firm hand on his chest
"You've been avoiding me ever since we ran into my friend."
He visibly cringes at being so obviously caught, his smile strained, sharp teeth clenched tight
"I've simply been busy, I'm sorry if I've been neglecting my little wife..."
He's going in for another kiss, but you pull away with reluctance, you're attracted to your husband after all
You pull on his cheek and sigh, hugging his neck as you lean back to look at him
"Alastor, you know I hate it when you lie to me..."
Now he feels bad, he hates disappointing his wife like this...
"I suppose I have been a bit out of sorts..."
So he does his best to explain to you his uncertainty in your life, wondering if you've simply settled for him because you died
If you would choose your old life over him if ever given the chance, or leave him for a chance at heaven with people from your old life
He won't look at you the entire time he says this, leaning into you and hiding his face in your neck
Just run your fingers through his hair, maybe rub his ears a little, and listen to him vent
He doesn't like being open and vulnerable
"Oh darling, I didn't even know what love really was until I met you. Being here in hell with you has been more fulfilling than any life I had before..."
Not him making a little deer bleat before growling out of embarrassment, clutching you a little tighter
"You wouldn't-"
"Alastor, if anybody even tries to make me leave you, I'll kill them myself."
That makes him chuckle, leaning back to finally look at you
"Oh, you twisted wonderful wife~"
He's literally immediately back to himself after that, almost as though none of it ever happened
You're always surprised by how quickly your husband recovers
Maybe it's just because he trusts you so much, your words alone were enough to reassure him of his place in your world
You meant every word
When your friend comes back to visit you, Alastor actually engages with them this time
He wants to know more about who you used to be now that his confidence in his marriage has been restored
The dude is literally walking around like he got laid for the first time
Angel...shut up...
Holds you close to him the entire time, relaxed as he listens to you and your friend go on about old times
"Wait...you jumped out of a third story window? While being chased by a man with one leg?"
"And LIVED!"
SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO I HOPE YOU LIKE IT
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why do I always get so embarrassed when I think about writing for a chronically ill reader omfg
and for the longest time, I never liked reading fics where the reader was said to do explicit things that I canât, or have to measure first, or consult with my doctor about it beforehand. but now? I love being able to step out of my body, be able to smoke, drink white liquor with no carbs in my belly, eat a midnight snack without too much thought about it. but I also just want to write about things I canât do, and still being loved all the while.
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â HONEYMOON BLISS
pairings: luke castellan x daughter of poseidon!reader, percy jackson x sister!reader
summary: your relationship with luke was pure joy, but it seems your happiness and love leads to the two of you slipping up.
warnings: none really, fluffy, giggly reader, suspicious percy, flirty luke and annoyed reader, clarisse and chris r detectives, bickering luke and y/n, percabeth crumbs
a/n: itâs coming close to the end, very scary i swear đđ i thought it would take me ages to write this story but iâve uploaded all chapters in one day and written them lmao
wordcount: 1.2k
taglist: @songofthesuns @gayforyelena @taloulalila @honeydanny @7s3ven @sssi-nr @percabethtears @gr1mes-cc @2hiigh2cry @10ava01 @ahh-chickens @fangirl-swagg @anotherblackreader @midmourn @lovelyforesst @urfavpogue @lilacspider @mysteris-things @whoreyzontal @lunalixya @dangelnleif @wordsarelife
part i, part ii, part iii, part iv - finale out now!!
iii. honeymoon bliss
the smile on your face was very wide. in your hand was a red lipstick youâd long forgotten. âwhatâs that?â luke hovered over you as you jumped back, âannounce your comings and goings castellan, you scared the shit out of me.â luke grinned as he leaned against the wall, your eyes couldnât help but trail over his arms.
his sleeves were rolled, specks of paint all over.
âtake a picture, itâll last longer.â
âkill yourself, my peace will last longer.â
âouch, who hurt you?â luke came closer as you placed the cap on the lipstick, âeverybody on earth, how do i look?â it wasnât too bold, a nice color nonetheless , one of your favourites. âperfect, as always.â you smiled before pressing a kiss to his lips, than his cheek, than his jaw. âokay now run along, peeta.â lukeâs face contorted, âhate to break it to you, but iâm luke.â
you slapped your palm against your forehead, âi know, iâm calling you peeta, like from hunger games? he paints and bakes?â luke crossed his arms as he stared at you wondering, âthereâs a game for hunger? thatâs horrible.â you smiled as you kissed him again, âill explain later, now go before clarisse murders you for being late.â he pressed a kiss to your forehead before heading out, a salute sent your way as he approached the door, âyes maâam!â
it wasnât until it was too late that youâd realised, his face was covered in lipstick. but clarisse and chris noticed straight away. âso, you wanna tell us what youâve been up to?â chris asked as he continued directing the paint roller up and down. âwhat are you talking about?â clarisses laugh rung out through the air, âiâm talking about the fact that youâre face is covered in lipstick.â
shit. luke clamoured to the nearest window to view your work, he looked pretty nice, he thought. but the stares from chris and clarisse brought him back, âitâs nothing, get back to painting.â and as much as luke would love to wear the marks, he raised his sleeves to wipe them off.
clarisse would not stop staring at your lips, âyknow, if you wanna kiss me, you couldâve said so.â you said as she shoved your arm, âas gorgeous as you are, no.â you leaned against the palm of your hand, âgot your eye on someone? starts with an a? b?â her foot collided with your shin before you could continue you any further.
as you rubbed it up and down you smiled, âduly noted.â clarisse picked at her food, âas much as i love having you here, why are you at our table?â you sighed, âpercy takes forever apparently. usually at the idea of food he comes running.â you laughed as percy flicked your ear, âow! where have you been?â you stood up and walked to your table, not without a wave towards the ares cabin.
âi barely got away from annabeth, she was working me to the bone.â percyâs eyes immediately flicked to the food infront of him. âoh please youâre as skinny as a twig kelpie.â percy tilted his head, âyouâre my sister, which means youâre connected to the sea. yet youâre still calling me kelpie? what even is that?â the goblet in your hands currently held liquid gold, otherwise known as mountain dew, âi donât know kelpie.â you took a sip from your goblet whilst percy inhaled his food.
âhey percy, y/n.â lukeâs voice called out as he walked over to the two of you, you practically froze up. you hadnât seen him all day since he was currently repainting the hermes cabin after someone, (kids from the ares cabin whoâd then blamed their siblings for putting them up to it. which caused them to end up at the infirmary and clarisse painting as a punishment) took their masterful artistry from off their page and onto the walls.
âi hate to ask, but i need more people to help me out, percy?â his mouth was currently stuffed full and you couldnât help but laugh, âthe foods not going anywhere perce, and yes he will help, wonât you percy?â your tone wasnât exactly asking him, but he didnât want to paint. you could tell by his lack of response that he wasnât exactly elated. âiâll talk to him, heâll come soon enough. you heading up?â
and so percy watched as the two of you walk away, laughing at you tripping over. âshit, you okay babâ,â your head snapped up at the slip, âiâm fine. itâs just my lace.â you interrupted as luke handed you his tray.
luke bent down as you clutched onto his plate and your own, he patted his knee as you rested your foot. he made quick work of your laces, double knotted and all. âwhatâs that? world record time?â you scoffed, âyou wish.â luke feigned shock, âno faith jackson, no faith.â it was a running joke, your last name being jackson. even if it wasnât, percy was your brother. and you didnât really mind it, your parents werenât exactly heartwarming.
âi have faith, in your failure.â he clutched his chest, âyouâre killing me here.â you smiled, âgood.â chrisâs jaw was quite literally hung open, before clarisse shut it and chris mentally ran laps at the fact that sheâd touched him. âtheyâre so together.â
âundeniably.â
âwhatâs undeniable?â
chris jumped back at percyâs sudden intrusion into the conversation, âcmon man.â percy shrugged, âwhatâre you guys talking about?â clarisse rolled her eyes, ânone of your business, learn some manners and stop butting into conversations.â it was percyâs turn to roll his eyes, before they focused on the two of you.
âher laces are double knotted, they were untied two seconds ago, she never double knots.â chris rose his eyebrows at percyâs observant eyes, âluke tied them.â he turned back to the picnic table as clarisse turned to her siblings. leaving percy to sigh, âguess iâm painting after all.â
i mean, he had to keep an eye on you. right?
percy had been painting for a record time of ten minutes, before youâd managed to get annabeth to take him away so you could be with luke. sheâd unsurprisingly caught on pretty quickly, especially when the two of you had accidentally worn eachothers shirts to the bonfire.
âwhatâre you doing here seaweed brain?â
percy visibly jumped at annabeths voice, to lukeâs amusement. âyou alright there?â percyâs thumbs up was a quick response as the boy turned to annabeth, his face was beat red. âhey, annabeth. whatâs up?â his voice crack caused luke to laugh, and for percy to roll his eyes.
âi need someone to train with.â
âthatâs nice.â
âiâm choosing you.â
âthatâs not nice.â
annabeth crossed her arms, her foot tapping impatiently against the floor. she was waiting for him to give in, and her harsh stare was more than enough for him to run after her. you walked to luke with a smile, he was currently bent over as he dabbed his brush in the paint. ânice ass castellan.â luke grinned at your voice, âthanks, yours is⊠nice i guess.â you punched his arm.
âi think we should go swimming tomorrow.â
âyou think?â your eyes flitted back up to his, before returning to painting.
âyes! thank you. iâll pack everything donât worry. we should bring the camera.â
âwho said i agreed?â
âyou didnât say no, you didnât shake your head, nothing indicating towards a no. you said, âyou think?â youâre asking me if i really want to go, and i do.â
you couldnât help the smile that came over your face, dam, luke castellan knew you like the back of his hand. âif you feel like skinny dipping, iâm not against it.â
âcastellan!â your voice was shrill as you chastised the man, accidentally flicking paint up at him as your hand waved around, his smirk was undeniably devious.
âoh itâs on.â he took his roller and ran it across your face as you shrieked, âiâm going to murder you!â
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