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hellodarling1357 · 3 months

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Tiny Toes: Part 3 - Cassian x Reader

And now we have Cassian and reader telling Ottie about their relationship!!

I know absolutely nothing about child speech development, so if Ottie seems to be talking too much for a 2.5 year old, let’s just say it’s a fae thing 🤷‍♀️

Here's part 1 and part 2 if you need to catch up! And please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list, or if I have accidentally left you off of it!

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A/N: they wanted to wait a little while before telling Ottie to see if they would actually work as a couple

Word Count: 2.7k

“I want to tell her.”

Looking up from your book, you quirked your head at Cassian, noting his continuous pacing across the length of your bedroom and his hand tousled hair.

“Okay, we’ll tell her,” Sitting up from your spot against the soft pillows, you put your book down and curled your knees to your chest.

Cassian let out an exasperated noise as he ran a hand through his hair for the umpteenth time, looking at you intensely for a moment before continuing his pacing.

“Or we can wait.” You counted, this was entirely up to him, however, and whenever, you ended up telling Ottie, it would be on his terms. Another frustrated noise had you fighting back a giggle before letting out a small sigh as Cassian fully collapsed onto the bed beside you. You watched in amusement as he rolled onto his side, smushing his face against the skin of your thigh. You moved your hand down to trail your fingers through his hair, giving him the space and silence to process his thoughts.

“I don’t know what to do.” His voice was muffled against your skin, but he leant into your touch, eyes closing at the feel of the soft tugs at his scalp.

After a few minutes of silence, Cassian let out a sigh then pressed a trail of kisses along your thigh before shifting his head to look up at you.

“Hi,” You whispered, a small smile gracing your features as you pushed the stray pieces of hair out of his face.

“Hi,” He whispered back, pressing another kiss to your soft skin before hauling himself up to lean against the headboard and tugging you towards him until you were cuddled against his side, his head now burrowed into your neck as he trailed patterns along your hip.

“Cassian, we don’t have to do anything yet.”

“I know, but I want to. I want more than this for us, for you –”

“It’s fine, Cass. I don’t mind waiting.”

“Sure, but it’s not fair to ask this of you, and don’t try to tell me otherwise,” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder before wrapping his arms tighter around you. “I don’t like that the only time we can be together is when Ottie isn’t around. I want her to be a part of this, and I want you to be a part of us.”

You remained silent, turning your head slightly to slant your lips over his in a soft kiss before leaning your head on his shoulder and inhaling his scent that you had grown so accustomed to over the past few months. You weren’t going to offer an opinion on the matter, content in letting Cassian work through this in whatever way he thought was best for Ottie.

“She’s been asking about you, you know? Doesn’t get why you’re no longer looking after her.”

“You know I don’t mind, if you need me to –”

“No. Thank you, but no. I think it’ll be easier for her to process, adapt, if she no longer sees you as her babysitter, but as someone who is properly a part of our lives.”

“Okay,” You let a comfortable silence fall before adding, “Whatever you decide, Cass, you know I’ll support you.”

“I know, sweetheart.”

*****

Doing your best to ignore the pattering of butterflies in your stomach, you hurried up the steps leading to the front door of Cassian’s house. Letting out a breath, you quickly knocked on the door, taking a step back as you fiddled with the small bunch of pink flowers you had purchased on your way over.

The soft pitter-patter of footsteps that you could picture running across the entrance way had a smile tugging at your lips.

“She’s here. Daddy, hurry up. I can’t open the door,” Ottie’s little voice filtered out to you, and you could just make out a small jump as though she was reaching for the door handle. “Daddy.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Now Cassian’s heavy footsteps sounded on the other side of the door. “Ottie, I can’t open the door if you’re in the way.” You laughed at the exasperated sigh she let out before moving out of the way, finally allowing the door to swing open.

“Hey, you–” But Cassian was cut off by a squeal of excitement as Ottie leapt forward, wrapping her arms around your leg.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” Her little hands were now reaching up to you so with a grin you bent down and scooped her into your arms.

“Well, hello Miss Ottie. I’ve missed you too,” You smothered her chubby cheeks in kisses, laughing along with Cassian at the hysterical fit of giggles it sent her into.

“Hi,” You greeted Cassian, heart faltering as you found him already staring at you, a look of adoration shining in his eyes.

“Hey,”

You raised your eyebrows at him as if to say, “you ready for this?” The grin he gave you in return had the butterflies returning to your stomach for a whole different reason as your own features softened in response.

The moment was quickly interrupted by Ottie grabbing your face and demanding in her little voice, “Where have you been?” Somewhat startled, you looked back at Cassian, but he simply rolled his eyes as if to say that her sudden attitude was now the norm.

“Ottie, we spoke about this…” Cassian’s voice was laced with parental warning that you had so rarely heard. She let out a huff before turning as much as she could whilst still in your arms so that her back was to him.

In an attempt to diffuse the tension, you poked Ottie’s cheek, grinning when her pout made way to a cheeky smile. “Do these make up for it?” You showed her the flowers, laughing as her mouth fell open in awe and surprise before looking at you in confirmation.

“Are they for me?”

“If you’ve been a good girl for you dad they are,” Your voice had a teasing tone to it, fully aware of how much of a handful she had been for Cassian recently. Ottie gave you a smile, a picture of pure innocence before nodding her head and reaching for the flowers.

A playful scoff came from Cassian as he watched on in amusement, his heart thundering in his chest at the sight of the two of you together.

“Really, Ottie? You’ve been a good girl, have you?” Her wide eyes turned to you, her innocent expression quickly switching to guilt as she wiggled in your arms in an attempt to escape Cassian as he tickled her sides. Placing Ottie back on her feet, you handed her the flowers, and she grinned up happily at both you and Cassian, all her previous attitude long gone.

Letting out a sigh, Cassian turned to you with an exasperated expression before saying, “Come on, let’s get these in some water then we can go, alright?” ushering both you and Ottie inside.

With Ottie running ahead, focus purely on her flowers, Cassian slowed his walk and linked his fingers with yours, giving your hand a soft squeeze.

“You ready?”

“Are you?”

“Daddy, I can’t reach the flower glass.” Throwing his hands up in mock frustration you giggle to yourself as you walk towards the kitchen.

“It’s called a vase, Ottie. Do you want me to fill it with water so you can put the flowers in it?”

Ottie nodded enthusiastically, walking over to you, she leant against your legs as you watched Cassian reach up for the vase; you didn’t miss the rise of his shirt and the exposed skin it left in its wake. Cassian, apparently, didn’t miss the way your eyes lingered, shooting you a suggestive smirk and wiggle of his eyebrows as he turned to fill the vase.

“Up?” He asked Ottie before swooping her into his arms and helping her place the flowers into the vase. “Now what do we say?” He prompted her, placing a kiss to her cheek as he turned to face you.

“Thank you for my flowers, Y/N.”

“You’re very welcome, Ottie.”

Ottie shifted slightly and wrapped her arms around Cassian’s neck, loudly whispering, “Daddy, can we please get some ice cream now?”

That had been the plan you and Cassian had come up with; take Ottie out for something fun and then gently tell her in a setting where she could be easily distracted if you didn’t think it was going to end well.

“I think that sounds like a perfect idea, princess.”

With one arm holding Ottie to his side, Cassian placed his free hand on the small of your back, gently guiding you all to the front door, his hand falling to his side so that his fingers could gently brush against yours as you headed into the city centre of Velaris.

*****

Ottie looked like the happiest person alive with her mega-three scoop ice cream cone, covered in sprinkles and chocolate syrup. Cassian had quickly handed you both your own and his ice cream cones so that you could get Ottie out of the store before she could spill any of the sticky mess that was already leaking down her arms as he paid.

“Enjoying yourself there, Otts?” You asked, watching as she sat on the bench, swinging her feet back and forth with a happy little smile as she ate her ice cream and watched the fae walking around the square.

“Mhm,” was her satisfied reply. “Y/N, can I please try some of your ice cream?”

“You don’t think you have enough there?” You questioned, already extending the cone to her so that she could try some.

“Nope,” She made a delighted noise at the taste, “Now some of daddy’s ice cream?”

“Quick, before he catches you.” You grinned at Cassian as you passed Ottie his ice cream, fully aware that he was watching the scene play out as he walked over to you.

Cassian sat on Ottie’s other side, sneakily trying some of her ice cream while she was focused on his. She looked at him in complete, utter indignation.

“That’s mine,” Her pout had you both laughing, and Cassian was quick to point out, “Well you tried some of Y/N’s and some of mine, so it’s only fair to share yours too.”

You and Cassian fell into a comfortable silence as you enjoyed the feel of the sun across your skin, content in listening to Ottie ramble on about whatever thought popped into her head.

Leaning back against the bench, Cassian stretched one arm over Ottie, pulling her into his side, and then extended it over to you, nudging you closer as well, before he started to absentmindedly twirl strands of your hair throughout his fingers.

“Hey, Otts? Do you remember asking me the other day why Y/N hadn’t been over in a while?”

“Mhm,” Ottie replied, continuing to swing her feet back and forth as she leant her head against Cassian’s side, one of her hands reaching for yours to hold in her lap. Cassian’s eyes found yours before he said anything else, you gave him a small smile and a reassuring nod, watching as he took in a deep breath.

“Well, when you first met Y/N, she was coming over to look after you because daddy had to go back to work for Uncle Rhys,” Ottie tilted her head up, giving him a look as if to say duh, I already knew that, which had you fighting a smile at the thought of what she would be like as a teenager. Cassian gave her nose a soft flick before continuing, “But after spending so much time together, Y/N and I decided we wanted to be friends, but that means she can’t work–”

Ottie turned to you, a look of complete betrayal on her face that had you and Cassian tensing, “But you’re my friend. Does this mean you’re not going to play with me anymore?” The slight quiver of her lower lip had you grasping both her hands and pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose.

“Of course not, sweetheart. I love spending time with you,” You looked up at Cassian for confirmation that he still wanted to go ahead with this before continuing, “But now we will just be playing when you dad is home as well.”

“Oh. Okay.” Then she went back to swinging her feet as though nothing had happened.

“So, Ottie,” Cassian prompted again, trying to get the conversation back on track. “You’re okay if Y/N and I start spending more time together?”

“Yep. She’s your friend, like Auntie Feyre and Auntie MorMor.”

“Well, Y/N is a special friend, so it is a bit different from when daddy is spending time with Auntie Feyre and Auntie MorMor.”

“A special friend?”

Cassian looked at you for help, unsure how to explain any further; all you could offer was a slight grimace and a shrug.

“Erm, yeah, a special friend. So… so Y/N might start having dinner with us… and sometimes she might have a sleepover and then have breakfast with us the next day” He gave you a look as though asking if what he was saying was the right thing. You, however, were too focused on the fact that he was telling Ottie that you might start sleeping the night to give him much in terms of a response – you didn’t expect him to be comfortable with you staying overnight for a long time.

“Oh,” Ottie’s voice peaked in excitement, “you can stay in my room.” The grin she gave you was dazzling and reminded you so much of Cassian. You could sense his slight frustration, not knowing how to get the point across to a two-and-a-half-year-old.

“Well, at these sleepovers, Y/N could tuck you into bed and we could read you a story, but then once you’ve fallen asleep, she would be sleeping in daddy’s room, right Y/N?”

Giving her a reassuring smile, you nodded at Ottie, not knowing what else to say in this situation.

“Oh. Okay.”

You shared a look with Cassian, neither of you sure how to take her reaction. The slight tilt of Ottie’s head had you noting her look of contemplation, eyebrows furrowed in thought, again reminding you of the male you had very quickly fallen for. Then she let out a little gasp, turning on the spot so that she was now kneeling on the bench and facing both you and Cassian, a cheeky grin on her face.

“Daddy? If you and Y/N are special friends, does that mean you hold hands?”

Cassian turned to you with wide eyes to which you responded with a shrug and an amused smile.

“Um, yes, we do hold hands. Is that…okay?” His voice was laced with hesitancy as he closely watched his daughter for her reaction.

Her mouth gaped open before making way for a conspiratorial smile then she was climbing into Cassian’s lap. “Go on.”

Cassian looked to you again, “Ottie?”

She gave you a quick look then leant up to whisper in Cassian’s ear, “Hold her hand, daddy.”

Cassian, eyes still fixed on you, broke into a smile which you were quick to return, taking in the obvious release of tension as he scooted down the bench and laced your hand in his.

“How’s that?” He whispered to Ottie, eyes still on you.

“Good.” Then she was happily swaying in Cassian’s lap, leaning her head back against his chest as she went back to watching everything that was happening in the small square.

You looked back at Cassian, a grin gracing your features at the relief and love that sparkled in his eyes. He shifted slightly, using one arm to wrap around Ottie, keeping her snug against him whilst still being able to hold your hand, the other was draped over your shoulders. You moved with him as he pulled you in closer, pressing a kiss to his cheek and then to Ottie’s before resting your head on his shoulder. Cassian leant his head down, placing a kiss of his own against the top of your head, a quiet “I love you,” whispered into your ear.

*****

Part 3.5

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megamindsecretlair · 3 months

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Mr. Black, Part 7

Pairing: Tre x Assistant!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FLUFF. FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (fem receiving), use of sex toys, spanking, dirty talk, praise kink, minor D/s elements, dumbass reader, power imbalance, Tre is a boss, all consensual.

Summary: Tre is in the hot seat with your friends as they ask their questions. Taking you all to brunch, Tre does well. But he also has some ideas about punishment that you weren't prepared for.

Word Count: 4,671k

A/N: I heard it was our favorite Mr. Black's birthday yesterday! I wanted to post this yesterday, but well, had to work around my family. The focus was on these two, so no updates about the company thief. Will they be found out in the next chapter? Dun-Dun! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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“Sir, please!” You moaned. You stood by your front door, hands on the wall and ass tucked out. Tre had your panties half down your legs and was aggressively fingering you. His fingers flicked over your clit and you were a fidgety mess. You twitched and jerked and quivered. Your legs were jelly.

There was a small mirror in the foyer area and you bent your head back to look at Tre. He lifted his eyes at the same time and licked his lips. You groaned. “Pleeease,” you moaned.

“I decided that I was still a little hurt that you hadn’t told your friends about me,” Tre said.

“I apologized for that!” You said. Your wedges were wobbling so badly that you thought your ankle would give out.

“I know. But I didn’t punish you properly for it,” he said.

“Oh god. Oh god,” you chanted.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum,” he said.

“Shit!” You cried out. You were close. Entirely too close and you didn’t know how much longer you could last. Your moans increased in volume and Tre slowed down. “Nooo!”

Tre chuckled and grabbed the vibrator from the table behind him. He moved it in your essence, rolling the vibrator around your dripping pussy and then slowly pushed it in. He fucked you with it. The vibrations drew a ragged moan from your lips.

You sniffled, runaway tears leaking down your face. Your friends were gonna worry about you if it looked like you had been crying for different reasons. It was already difficult to get through this lunch in one piece. Now you had to do it with a vibrator in your pussy controlled by Tre.

“Sir, please,” you cried.

Tre sighed and pushed the vibrator inside. He leaned down and kissed both of your cheeks and then stood up, replacing your panties. He turned the vibrator off and pulled you into a standing position. He fixed your dress and turned you around to face him.

He looked edible in a black sweater and black jeans. His black boots were laced up and you knew he also wore black socks. One of these days, you would ask why he loved the color so much. You had your favorite color too, but to exclusively wear it? You didn’t know if you could.

He kissed your cheeks and smiled at you. “I’ll wait if you need to fix your makeup. But I think you look sexy as fuck like this,” he said.

He licked his fingers and you watched his mouth work up and down as he licked up every drop of your arousal. You turned around slowly and looked at yourself in the mirror. Your teary eyes smudged your makeup a little, but not in an obvious way. It gave you a mysterious misty look that was pretty hot.

“This is so unfair,” you said and sniffled, walking towards the bathroom to grab tissue and blow your nose. You should put on flats or sandals. There was no way you’re walking in wedges like this. But you knew Tre would be upset. He loved the way heels made your legs look.

You walked back to the front door. You grabbed your purse and Tre let you leave first. He drove to the brunch spot that you were meeting your friends at. Your stomach roiled thinking of this meeting. This blending of your two lives. It was killing you.

You expected to get the third degree from your friends. You were prepared for that. You were not prepared for how Tre would act. Would he be upset at their questions? Cavalier? Your friends were known for being wild.

Tre didn’t seem like he belonged in your world. Down with the regular folk and people trying to get by. He seemed larger than life. Like he existed on an entirely new plane of existence.

“You’ll be alright,” he said. He kissed your cheek as he let you out of the car and held your hand as you walked to the entrance. A host there asked for the reservation name. Tre made it under his and soon you were seen to a table. You were the first to arrive so you ordered drinks for the table, knowing exactly what your girls wanted. Maybe if they saw the free drinks, they’d be a little nicer to Tre.

You already told them to be nice several times in the group chat. But those bitches liked to have selective hearing.

Your fingers tapped on the table as you kept looking behind you for your friends. You couldn’t even look over the menu.

The vibrator coming to life made you shriek and jump in your seat. “Hey!” You whispered to Tre.

The place was jumping with a lot of people who had the same idea. New and interesting dishes were coming out of the back like strawberry shortcake pancakes and fish ‘n grits. You looked around as if people could hear the vibrator going off. You placed your hand on the booth seat to see if it was vibrating.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about,” Tre said. He sipped on a mimosa and placed his arm behind you in the booth. He had rolled up the sleeves of his sweater and then your mind started drifting. Thinking of when he’d finally allow you to cum. You’d have to work out a rule against claiming punishment after something had already been negotiated. If he could change his mind at any moment, you’d have to get something in return.

“I know,” you said.

“I’ve already spoken to Ka’ron and she was nothing but nice,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, that’s that twin sign in her. Don’t let it fool you,” you said.

Moments later, your friends Ka’ron and Sasha, approached the table. Both were stunning in casual outfits that complimented their skin tone. Ka’ron kept it simple in a jumpsuit while Sasha wore a dress like you.

Already, they had matching looks of disapproval. Tre scooted out of the booth and held his hand out. He introduced himself and shook both of their hands. “Please, have a seat,” he said.

Sasha broke first, looking at you with a knowing smirk. But she schooled her features and eyed Tre up and down. Ka’ron was harder to read. You had no idea what they talked about when Tre called her with an outlandish request.

Sasha scooted in and took her place while Ka’ron sat at the end. Tre sat back in the booth and kept his eyes trained on Ka’ron. It was like they were two prizefighters sizing each other up. Who was going to break first? Who was going to swing first?

Sasha got your attention and mouthed, “Damn”. You smiled, appreciating that she acknowledged that you did pretty fucking well all things considered.

“Well, now that we all know each other. Let’s look at these menus,” you said. You picked yours up and tapped a random item. Nutella pancakes. Ehh.

Ka’ron and Tre were still staring each other down. Your friend had a perfect bitch face. Tre only had a small smile on his face like he was enjoying this.

“I’m glad you found the place, okay,” Tre said. You sighed, thankful that he broke first.

“Almost didn’t. The place is completely black on the outside,” Ka’ron said.

“Part of the charm I think. No one outside gawking,” Tre said.

“I got your favorite drinks,” you said, trying to break through some of the tension between them. Ka’ron melted a little, grabbing her mimosa and sipping it.

Sasha accepted her Tequila Sunrise with a happy smile. “Okay! They made a good one,” she said.

“So how did you two meet? You said you’d explain, so start,” Ka’ron said, finally turning her attention to you.

You sighed and began, telling them that you met him while at work. It was hard for you to explain that he was both your boss and your boyfriend. Sasha’s eyes bugged out.

“Bitch, you been fuckin’ the boss and ain’t said shit?”

“It kind of just happened,” you said.

“Did you trip in your heels and fall on his dick without no panties on?” Sasha asked.

You slapped her shoulder. “Stop it,” you said. When you got with your friends, none of you had a filter. You didn’t care where you were or who was listening. You told all your wildest sex stories to each other and horrible date incidents. Sasha was in a relationship and her boyfriend’s filthy mouth matched hers. Some of their texts made even you blush.

Ka’ron had a revolving door of lovers. Once she got bored, it was time to move on. She didn’t believe in being tied down to just one person and you respected her for it. It was much braver to admit that not everyone needed a partner. That it was okay to want to be alone.

Tre laughed at your friends but shook his head. “That was my fault,” Tre said and looked at you.

Your food was delivered by a charming young Black woman who passed out each dish. You ended up with the fish ‘n grits, a fried lobster tail on top.

You finished explaining yourself to your friends. Ka’ron looked at Tre. “You must be special then,” she said and her icy exterior melted a fraction.

“What makes you say that?” Tre asked.

“She gets extremely private when she actually likes someone,” Sasha said.

“Do not!” You said.

Tre looked at you and turned the vibrator back on with a grin. Sinister bastard. You looked at your friends to see if they could tell that you had a vibrator inside you right now. Maybe you were a good actress. Or maybe they were too busy focusing on their meal and Tre’s responses than to pay attention to you slowly dying.

“How many guys has she been quiet about?” He asked.

“Two. Matthew in high school and Omar in college,” Sasha said.

“I wasn’t quiet about them!” You said. Both were severe crushes that consumed your thoughts for practically ever. When you did get with them, you felt like you would crawl out of your skin every time.

“We didn’t find out that she liked Matthew until he got with someone in tenth grade. About tore her little heart to pieces. Omar, she hid for months while they talked and it wasn’t until I came back to the room that I knew they were even together,” Ka’ron said.

“Tell all my damn business, Ka’ron,” you said. You glared at her but she didn’t pay you any mind. She smiled and blew you a kiss.

“Then I do feel special,” Tre said.

“That was…”

“Your toxic trait, we know babes,” Sasha said and patted your arm. You glared at her too but Tre turned up the setting on your vibrator. You twitched in your seat. Sasha looked at you weird and asked if you were okay.

You nodded and focused on eating and not cumming. You were scared that if you opened your mouth, a moan would escape.

“So what are your intentions with her?” Ka’ron asked.

You glared at her. You were going to kill her. You hoped that your expression said as much as you took a sip of your drink.

“I’m gonna marry her,” he said.

You spat your drink back in your cup and started choking. Painful, hacking coughs that made your chest ache.

You tried to ask him what the hell he said. But the drink went down the wrong pipe and now your lungs were burning from all the coughing.

“Obviously, down the road when we’ve dated some more,” he said and grinned.

You were going to get a headache from all the glaring you were doing. Sasha patted your back and you calmed down. You drank some water to help clear your throat.

Tre grinned at you and turned the vibrator onto the pulse setting. You closed your eyes, trying to fend off the orgasm and not make a sound. You didn’t know where he was hiding the remote. “Girl, are you okay?” Sasha asked.

You nodded. No, you were not okay. But you couldn’t say why. You couldn’t fess up to absolutely everything, not while Tre was scrambling your brain. Ka’ron and Sasha continued to grill Tre about his background, family, and why he was with you. You thought some of the questions were rude but Tre handled it all with a smile.

You had brief periods of rest from the vibrator while you ate and had to answer questions yourself. You’ve done far worse to your friends’ partners so it was only fair that they did the same thing. Being in the hot seat still sucked though.

“What I wanna know is what happened on the phone when Tre called you. How could you let me abscond with a strange man?” You asked Ka’ron.

Here she did grin evilly and sipped her drink, looking up and away as if she was remembering her happiest memory. “Oh I did my due diligence, unlike some people,” she said and looked at you.

“I was blindsided with the help of my best friend,” you said, pointedly.

She grinned. “When he called I thought it was a prank. But I googled him. I made him email me a copy of his driver’s license. He had to send me all of the vacation details. Plus a picture of him holding a spoon,” she said.

“What? A spoon?” You asked.

“Yup, so I knew I was talking to somebody real and not Zoboomafoo from Egypt,” Ka’ron said.

You looked at Tre. “You sent her a picture of yourself holding a spoon?” You asked.

“Can’t argue with a friend looking out for you,” he said.

“Okay, okay. But how romantic was the vacay? Jamaica on New Year’s? That sounds like heaven,” Sasha said.

“It was!” You pulled out your phone and showed them pictures. They cooed over the beautiful sunsets that you took pictures of and the hills and mountains in the background. You told them about some of the activities that you got into.

Tre turned the vibrator back on and you gripped the edges of the table. You were shaking, badly, a bead of sweat gathering at the top of your forehead. You turned desperate, wild eyes to Tre. He kept it on the low setting and polished off his food with a smile.

You would get him back for this, but anything you did to him, he would return tenfold. You debated if you were ready for the smoke or not. Pressure built and built in your lower belly. Yeah, maybe the payback was worth it if he could feel even a fraction of the torment you did.

“Well, Tre, I see you make our good sis happy. But let’s be real. You hurt her and they’ll never find your body,” Sasha said. She said it with a sweet smile but you knew first hand that Sasha stayed having a gun on her. Plus, she had an army of brothers, sisters, and cousins all willing to bail each other out.

“It is never my intention to hurt her. I’m in it for the long run if she’ll have me,” Tre said.

Ka’ron gave you a subtle approving look. If Tre could pass the friend test, then he was ready to pass your parents’ approval. Though, how you were going to tell them the boss bit was troubling you. You already texted them that you were dating someone and sent them a picture of the two of you. Your mother approved, your dad did not.

“How come you haven’t been married before? You say all the right things but I don’t buy it,” Ka’ron said.

“Girl,” you warned.

Tre placed his hand on top of yours. “I’ve always known what I wanted and I didn’t feel the need to settle for anything less. I got a lot of shit outta my system when I was younger and now? I just want to spend time with someone who understands me. Someone I can spoil just to make them happy.”

“And you found the most commitment phobic person to spoil,” Sasha sighed.

“What?” You asked.

“Yeah, why is that? She’s so tight lipped about everything,” Tre said.

You whipped your head around to look at him like he grew two heads. “I am not.”

“She didn’t have a lot of privacy growing up. So when she moved out during college, she overcorrected. Hell, I thought her parents were dead or something for the whole first year of college. She never talked about them,” Ka’ron explained.

This was starting to feel more like an intervention than a group activity. “I’m sitting right here,” you said and folded your arms.

The waiter came by and Tre paid for the meal. He threw you a smile but you weren’t done being a little pissy that they were talking about you as if you weren’t even there.

“We know, but getting information out of you is like pulling teeth,” Sasha said.

“Shut up, I tell you guys a lot,” you said.

Sasha and Ka’ron looked at each other for half a second before erupting into laughter. You sucked your teeth as you watched them laugh at your expense. You’d definitely have to grab brunch with them, alone, and see what the hell they’re talking about.

You tell them everything. Every minor inconvenience, they were the first people you reached out to. So you were a little private when it comes to matters of the heart, who wasn’t?

Tre got his card back so the brunch winded down. Tre stood up and helped you out of the booth. Together, you all walked outside into the glaringly bright afternoon. You said goodbye to your friends with promises to text them when you got a free moment. Though, where Tre was concerned there was no such thing as a free moment.

Tre escorted you to his car and opened the door for you. He helped you climb into his truck and then he got into the driver’s side. He lifted your hand and brought it to his lips. “I hope I passed the boyfriend test,” he said.

You smiled and pulled out your phone. You already had a few messages from Sasha, all ending with a lot of exclamation points. “I’d say you definitely passed,” you said.

“Good.” He started the car and turned on the vibrator at the same time.

“Shit!” You screamed.

Tre chuckled as he sped away from Inglewood and hopped on the freeway back to El Segundo. You gripped the car door and the armrest on the middle console and focused as hard as you could.

Your panties were uncomfortably soaked and it didn’t help that Tre was talking to you as if he weren’t the devil himself. “What you feel like for dinner?” He asked.

“Are you serious right now? Your punishments suck ass,” you said.

He grinned. “Punishments aren’t supposed to be fun,” he said.

Tre hit a dip in the freeway and a wave of pleasure cascaded from the top of your head down to the bottom of your feet. You breathed through it. You weren’t going to be able to stave off this orgasm for much longer. You didn’t know where this control was coming from. You only knew that you hated edging so fucking much.

“New rule, we can’t retroactively enact punishments on things already forgiven,” you said.

“Forgiveness and punishments are two different things,” he said.

“So totally not. Forgive and forget, that’s the motto,” you said.

He glanced at you before switching lanes and pulling off of the freeway. You waited at the red light while he looked at how badly you were gripping the armrest. That damn smile crept across his face.

“I can forgive you all day long, but punishment is about making sure we understand each other moving forward. I don’t want to be a secret in your life. Work is different, I understand your concerns about it. But in your everyday life, I want everyone to know that I’m with you,” he said.

“Couldn’t we do that without the punishment?” You asked.

He grinned as he pulled up to his house. “Where’s the fun in that?”

He let you out of the car but did nothing to adjust the setting on the vibrator. He took you to his room where he stripped you. When your panties peeled away from your soaked pussy, he moaned low in his throat.

He told you to get on the bed, hands and knees, and he’d be right back. You weren’t sure what he was going to do, but you obeyed. If it got you any type of relief, you’d do anything he fucking wanted.

He came back into the room carrying a bar and a glass of bourbon. He had stripped down to his briefs and you licked your lips at the imprint of his dick. He was hard already and you knew that you were in for a fucking ride.

“What’s that?” You asked.

“It’s a spreader. Want to try something?” He asked.

“I’m game,” you said.

He grinned and took a sip of bourbon, placing it on a coaster on his nightstand. He told you what to do in order for him to place the bar between your legs and strapped it to your ankles. You were effectively spread open for him.

He grabbed your wrists and strapped them in so that you couldn’t move. You were trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey and honestly? You were so turned on you nearly came on the spot.

Tre admired his handy work but you couldn’t see his face. He just moaned in appreciation, running his fingers over your ass. “Comfortable?”

“Please, let me cum,” you begged. You could only whisper as the vibrator was too fucking much.

Tre kneeled on the bed and kissed your temple. “You have been such a good girl for me today,” he said.

“Shit,” you whispered.

“Doing exactly what I told you with hardly a complaint. Sat next to your friends with this vibrator in your pussy. I’m so proud of you,” he said and planted another kiss on your head.

The praise was its own magic, creating wave after wave of pleasure. You were going to break soon. You were free to moan and wobble now that you were back in the safety of his place. Here, you could whine and cry and turn watery eyes towards Tre and beg.

“Please,” you said and licked your dry lips. You sniffled.

“Have you learned your lesson? Have you learned that it’s you and me from now on?” He asked.

You nodded weakly. You couldn’t hold yourself up since your arms were behind you. His sheets smelled like him and it was like sensory overload. Most of your senses were engaged in this. You were totally focused on the present in a way you hadn’t been before.

Your mind was usually spinning and planning out different things. But at the moment, you could only focus on his words and the vibrator.

Tre stood up and stood behind you. He grabbed the vibrator and began fucking you with it.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you moaned. “I learned my lesson, I swear!”

Tre chuckled. “I wanna feel you cum on this dick. Been dyin’ to feel you, little one,” Tre said.

He removed the vibrator and you sighed in relief. Your body was so tense. Was it possible to combust from not cumming? Because you felt like a balloon ready to pop.

Tre shed his briefs behind you. He grabbed your hips with one hand and then guided himself inside of you. You both groaned, low and long. “So fuckin’ wet,” he moaned.

“Oh fuck, Sir!” You yelled.

He moved inside of you slowly, making sure that he wasn’t hurting you. He sheathed himself fully inside of you and you moaned at the feel of him. At the way he claimed you possessively and thoroughly.

“Ready?” He asked.

You barely nodded before he slammed you down on his dick. You gasped and your tears flowed freely as he immediately found your G-spot. And proceeded to keep hitting it until a second later, you were crying out your orgasm. Crying from all the edging and the sweet fucking relief of finally cumming.

You were making guttural, near animalistic noises. Tre was fucking you through it. His big hands gripped your hips and pulled you onto his dick and because you were held open by the spreader, you couldn’t retreat. You couldn’t push his chest away.

“Feel so fuckin’ good. So fuckin’ good. Fuck, so fuckin’ wet for me,” he said.

Your pussy was making wet, smacking noises as his dick slipped in and out. “Shit, shit,” you moaned. You were already gearing up for another one.

“Naw, don’t hold that shit back. Let me feel that pussy shakin’ for me,” he moaned. He smacked your ass and you groaned. Your orgasm was just as intense as the last one. Perhaps more so. Colors danced behind your closed eyes as you shook and convulsed, lost so completely to the magnitude of it. The overwhelming pleasure that tore through you.

Tears ran freely down your cheeks. It had to be criminal to feel this type of relief. This type of pleasure. You felt Tre in your tummy as he continued to fuck you through it.

“That’s my fuckin’ good girl,” he growled. His thrusts and strokes turned sloppy. Desperate. Slamming you back easily as he fucked you into the bed. “Gonna make me bust, little one. Gonna make me…”

He moaned as he climaxed and his cum pulsed inside of you. Your body bowed as he brushed along a sensitive, sweet spot that made your eyes roll back in your head. He shoved his hips forward and it made your ass sit higher in the air. His groans were a sweet symphony to your ears.

He finally stopped, leaning over you as he huffed and tried to recover. “Shit,” he whispered. He pushed off of you and slipped out. He gripped your ass cheeks and spread them open even more and watched his cum leak out.

“So fuckin’ pretty. Pretty ass pussy,” he moaned. Your pussy clenched painfully at his words and he groaned at the sight.

One of his hands left you and then he was lifting his glass from the nightstand. He took a sip with a satisfied grunt. He placed the cold glass against your heated pussy and you shrieked, trying to move away from him.

He held the glass to your pussy and the icy glass had you shivering and shaking. “Ouue shit,” you moaned.

He swirled the glass in your essence and leaned down to place his lips to your ass. “I can’t get enough of you,” he said. He bit your ass.

“Fuckin’ same. Same,” you panted. He removed the glass and took another sip. You didn’t know what he did but he moaned.

“Let’s see what else I can do while I got you spread open for me,” he said.

“Mercy, mercy,” you moaned. Your fingers dug into the velcro straps but you couldn’t get free. Totally at his mercy.

“You know what to say,” he said.

You bit your lip. If you used your safe word, he would stop and unstrap you. He’d check in with you and you’d be forced to talk it out. You didn’t want that. You found nirvana and you wanted to keep going. But fuck, you could use a break.

“I’m at yellow but I’m okay,” you finally said.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yes. I’m sure. Keep going,” you said.

Tre kissed your lower back. “That’s my fuckin’ girl.” He proceeded to beat the brakes off of you and you were sure you died somewhere in there. But what’s dying compared to being completely possessed by someone you lov-liked.

Someone you liked. Shit.

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taevolu · 4 months

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The Boss [Second Part: "No One Else"] 18+

Brief Summary: Hatred from the beginning, lust in the end. You are an obedient worker with a demanding boss. Will this end with benefits or love?

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jimin)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2,933

Warnings: jkxdom, pet names (babygirl, goodgirl, sweetheart), degrading/praise, teasing 😩, unprotected, missionary, oral sex, exhibitionism, fingering, passionate sex (for now 😏), a lil manhandling 🤪

Parts: One, Two

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“Because of you, Jungkook.” You admitted with a whimper. You didn’t want to admit that you started to feel this way not only because of the past but because he was now your boss and it felt wrong.

“Good girl, I love to hear that.” He responds with a smirk, his mouth inches away from your throbbing clit. He uses his hands to open up your pussy, licking his lips at the sight of your pink and wet vagina. “You look so good.” He whispers to himself.

“Fuck, Jungkook just eat me out now!” You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed him NOW. He clicks his tongue in response and stands up, making you groan in annoyance.‘This fucking asshole’ You thought to yourself.

“That’s not how you speak to your boss, ___.” He teasingly says with a smirk. “Now, how should you properly ask me hmm?” He stares at you with lust, waiting for you to respond. You huff in frustration. you weren’t going to let him treat you like this. You thought of a way to kill his dominance, to match his teasing stance.

“Then don’t, Mr. Jungkook.” You say with an innocent smile. You hopped off of the dining table and lifted up your panties to cover you up. He looked at you in confusion but you shrugged him off, walking to the front door to open for him.

“I’ll see you at work tomorrow!” You waved your arm to signal him out the open door. He walks over to you with furrowed brows and slams the door shut. You gasp at the loud echo that filled your unit. Jungkook roughly grabs your wrist and leads you to your living room to then push you down to a couch.

“Lay down.” He demanded.

“But, Jungkook-” He cuts you off.

“What did I just say?” He growls. You smirk at his frustration but you do as he says. He scoffs “So you think this is funny huh? Don’t ever pull that shit on me ever again. Got it?” You wiped your smirk away and nodded in response. He makes his way to your body, his left leg and left arm supporting his weight to hover over your body. “And from now on, call me sir, got it?”

“Yes sir.” You obediently say.

“Now what did you want me to do?” He hummed while caressing your body with his free hand, making his way to your covered pussy.

“I want you to make me feel good, sir.” You whisper. He gives a smug look in response. He moves his body to a sitting position on the other end of the couch. He places both of his hands on the hem of your panties, pulling down and throwing it to the other side of the room. He spreads your legs, revealing your wet pussy, licking his lips at the sight again and lowers his head to finally lick your throbbing clit. Your back slightly arches from the touch, letting out a soft moan. Jungkook then shifts his hands underneath your thighs, spreading and lifting your legs higher and more apart, before letting out a soft blow against your clit as he slowly kisses around your inner thighs teasingly as he looks up at you with a smirk

“Fuck that feels so good.” You stutter in pleasure. Jungkook moves his hands up to your pussy and pumps two fingers in you, adding in to the pleasuring sensation. Suddenly, he sits up, making you whimper from being close to your orgasm.

“Not yet, baby girl, I want to feel good as well.” He says while undoing his pants and revealing his erected cock. He aligns himself to your entrance, entering in slowly, both of you moaning once he is finally inside. He begins to change his pace, hearing your wet pussy as he pumps.

“You’re so wet for me, baby girl.” He begins. “Your pussy feels so fucking good.” He moans in your ear. Jungkook starts to speed up his pace again and all you can hear in the room is breathing and the sound of your bodies colliding to one another.

You opened your eyes after realizing that they were closed the entire time. When you look up, you see his lustful stare and his sweat covering his whole entire face. You bite your bottom lip at the sight of the man in front of you. Without any hesitation, you throw your arms onto his neck, forcefully pulling his face closer to yours, connecting his lips to yours. His lips were soft and plump, Fuck, if you were able to you would kiss them all day you would. He smiles at the move you pulled, kissing you back instantly.

Jungkook then uses one of his free hands to rub your clit, bringing you to your edge. You feel the sensation travel through your body, finally reaching your orgasm, arching your back in pleasure. But he doesn’t stop. He continues to pump inside you while also rubbing onto your now sensitive clit.

You wince at the uncomfortable feeling. “Jungkook, please stop.” You breathe out, breaking the kiss. He raises his brow knowing that I made a mistake.

“Please, sir, stop please.” You stutter. But he shakes his head.

“Not until I finish, baby girl.” He demands. You try to close your legs but Jungkook wouldn’t make that happen. Instead he spreads your legs out even more with his free leg making it impossible to do so. Fortunately, he was edging closer the more you squirm underneath him. He quickly pulls out, shooting his cum onto your face.

He smirks, “You look good with my cum all over you.” He jokes. You scoffed and got up to grab a paper towel to clean up his mess.

“Next time, aim for my mouth.” You say as you lick your lips to get a taste. He walks over to you and leans over to your ear.

“So, there will be a next time?” He whispers seductively. You froze in place, pursing your lips together and realizing what you just said.

“Sorry, no. I didn’t-” You stammered. You did like it but it still felt wrong and you didn't know how to explain yourself.

He laughs, “It’s okay, baby girl. I would love to have a ‘next time’ with you.” He kisses your cheek before heading back to his clothes.

You begin to stare at him while he completes his unbuttoned shirt and fixes up his belt that is wrapped around his hips.

“Like the view?” He chuckles

You look away, your face feeling warm, “Just waiting for you to head out.” You stutter.

He laughs, “Well, I’ll see you at work then, babygirl.” He says as he leaves your apartment.

You shake your head, ‘I just fucked my boss.’

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You get woken up by the sun gleaming through your curtains, groaning as you roll out of bed. Your head was throbbing like crazy from the lack of sleep and the amount of alcohol you have consumed the night before. You walk over to the bathroom, dreading the thought of having to go to work in the next hour.

*ding*

You hear your phone’s text notification go off.

[Text Messages]

Yesterday

Jimin [22:37]: Text me back when you get home pleaseeeee

Jimin [23:03]: Hello??? You’re starting to worry me

Jimin [23:11]: Fuck i knew that i shouldve taken you home

Today

Jimin [7:02]: ___ If you dont reply back in 10 minutes than i will call the cops

You [7:02]: oh shit! Im so sorry Jimin! I fell asleep right when i got home. Im sorry to worry you!

Jimin [7:03]: THANK FUCKING GOD. I was so worried about you ___. I was about to take the day off and head over to your place.

You [7:03]: i am so sorryyyyyy, i swear that i will not do that again 🙏

You [7:04]: but thank you for looking out for me, i owe you one. 😙

Jimin [7:04]: yeah yeah, i will see you at work

You giggle. Jimin was always so protective, not in a bad way, and you loved it.

A lot of people always wondered if you two were a thing, but both you and Jimin were just really close friends. There was a time when you were close to falling in love with him in highschool, but you didn’t know if he felt the same way. You never tried to express your feelings as you wanted to keep your relationship with Jimin as it is right now because you couldn’t afford a day without him, he kept you sane.

You head over to your closet, trying to think about your outfit for today but a voice keeps distracting you from doing so.“I would love to have a next time with you.” His words run through your mind as you suddenly realize that he was at your apartment last night, you groan at your stupidity of making that happen.

“Why did I allow that to happen? I can get fired.” You say as your face falls to your hands, head shaking in disbelief.

“Now I don’t even want to go to work today.” You say to your reflection. However, you get ready anyways.

As you were getting ready, all you could think about was Jungkook. The way he was able to make you feel good, the way he moved and the way he talked to you. You liked it but it would be too risky to be around or even date the new head of your job and you couldn’t lose a job like this, not after everything you’ve done to get to where you are right now.

You groan again in frustration, “Let’s just forget that this ever happened.”

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You walked into the building and got greeted by an energetic Jimin, already making your day better.

“Good morning ___! I’m glad that you got home safely. You really worried me.”

“I’m sorry Jimin. You already know that I was too wasted.” You say, glad that he didn’t end up showing up at your place when Jungkook was over.

“Well next time, I will take you home.” He says as we walk up to an already crowded elevator.

“Hold up the elevator please!” You hear in the distance. You froze at the familiar voice. Jungkook.

Jimin, being the nice guy he is, held the door open for Jungkook to get in. Everyone in the unit shifted to make room for him like he needed half of the elevator for himself.

Jungkook finally runs in, bowing to greet everyone, “Good morning and thank you everyone!” He says with a smile. You take a small glance over to the well dressed man only to be greeted with a smirk. You look away immediately, your face feeling hot.

“You okay ___?” Jimin asks. You forgot that he was next to you. You looked up and didn’t realize how close you were to him.

“Yes, I’m okay. Am I hurting you in any way?”

“No, I’m alright ___.” He gives you a warm smile. All of a sudden, you can feel a tense stare piercing your back. You shrug at the feeling, knowing that it’s just Jungkook.

‘He has to stop making shit so obvious.’ You thought.

You hear people shifting and Jungkook whispering to the people behind you, Jungkook slowly moving towards you and Jimin.

You sigh in annoyance, ‘Can this elevator go any faster?’

“Looking a little tense, hmm ___?” Jungkook whispers, low enough only for you to hear.

“I’m okay.” You stutter, not trying to become flustered.

You look over to Jimin, but he gives you a concerned look, you give him a smile to reassure him that you are fine.

*ding*

You sigh in relief, “Come on Jimin, let’s get to work!” You say as you drag Jimin out of the elevator. You felt his stare again, but you didn’t want to react and give him the attention that he wants. You felt a little guilty but you had to do what you gotta do.

“You’re acting a bit weird.” Jimin says, his face covered with worry.

“I’m fine! Swear.” You gave him one of your fake smiles, Jimin shaking his head in return.

He raises an eyebrow, “If you say so ___. But let me just say, something is a bit off with you today.”

You groan. “I just had a rough morning.”

He gives you a weak smile while pulling you in for a hug, “We can go somewhere for lunch if you want?”

You nod in response, “Anywhere away from here.” He laughs at your response and starts to walk over to his cubicle.

“You’re paying though!” He exclaims, making you giggle.

As he walks away, you see a tensed up Jungkook still standing by the elevator with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring at you. You quickly sit down on your chair to avoid his piercing eyes, logging into your computer to get to work.

“You and Jimin going on a little date hmm?” Jungkook says, his body leaning onto your cubicle wall.

You roll your eyes and turn over to him, “You aren’t supposed to randomly come up to an employee like this. It’s suspicious.” You whisper angrily at the care-free man.

He scoffs, “I can do whatever I want,” He shifts his body, leaning onto your desk instead, “And you didn’t answer my question, babygirl.”

You quickly hushed him, as he spoke your ‘name’ out loud at work.

You shake your head, “It’s none of your business Jungkook. Me and you aren’t even dating so why would you care so much?”

Annoyed, he grabs your face to shift your gaze over to him, “Meet me in my office, now.” You gulp at his sternness, nodding your head yes without any hesitation. He releases his grip from your face and straightens out to head over to his office, you on the other hand, wait for a few minutes before heading over to seem less suspicious between the both of you.

You knock before entering his office, giving you deja vu from when he called you in yesterday. You walk over to the chair that was placed in front of his desk, but Jungkook shakes his head, pointing under his desk.

You gasp, surprised that he would try to pull something inappropriate at work, “No, I won't do anything inappropriate at work Jungkook. I can lose my job.”

He chuckles, “You can’t get fired when I am the boss, sweetheart.” He says, leaning back on his chair, waiting for you to get into position. “Now do what I ask you to or you will get fired.” He threatens.

“Yes, sir.” You stutter. You walk over to his desk and kneel to get underneath. He then unbuttons his pants, revealing his cock, pre-cum already covering his tip.

You position your mouth to his cock, licking the tip before engulfing his shaft. You hear him moan silently as your warm mouth covers him. You begin to move your head in an up and down motion with your right hand on his shaft, stroking as you move.

*knock knock*

You both hear someone knocking on his door. You begin to panic and try to remove yourself from Jungkook but he had other plans.

He gripped your hair, leaving you in place, “Keep going and don’t stop.” The obedient puppy that you are, you nod and continue.

“Good girl.” He whispers to you before calling out to the person at the door, “Come in!”

You hear the footsteps get closer to the desk, stopping at the chair in front.

“You wanted to talk to me, sir?” You hear Jimin say. You paused after hearing his voice, embarrassment running through your body. Jungkook’s hand makes its way over to your hair, pulling your hair to signal you to keep going, and you listen.

“Just Jungkook is fine, Jimin.” He chuckles, “I wanted to talk to you about moving to one of our sister companies? I already talked to one of the presidents and presented your work, they seem to like you. What do you say?” Your eyes widened at his words, ‘Why is he trying to move Jimin away?’

“As much as I would like to, Jungkook. “ Jimin pauses, “I actually like it here. It would be really difficult to leave such hard working people.” You sigh in relief. Jungkook’s grip tightens, pushing you down further. You try your hardest not to gag as his cock reaches the back of your throat, surprised that he is able to keep his professional image.

“Well, it was worth a shot, thank you for your time, Jimin.” Jungkook waves Jimin good-bye, hearing the door click shut.

You force your head up, furrowing your eyebrows while looking at Jungkook, “Why were you trying to move Jimin away?”

He snickers, “It’s none of your business, ___.” He mocks you then grabs your head to thrust his cock in your mouth, making you gag at the sudden action.

“Look at you, taking in my cock like the good girl you are.” He says, his jaw tense. You place your hands onto his ankles, piercing your nails into his skin. He winces at the pain, letting go of your head.

You lifted up your head, anger in your eyes, “Answer my damn question, Jungkook.” You say as you get up from under his desk.

He sighs in defeat, “Fuck ___, its because I want you for me, and no one else.”

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kooktrash · 10 months

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romantic dreams | jeon jungkook

drabble: gym and party favors

summary: sometimes he’s so good with you that you forget how unstable he is. other times you can clearly see it and no matter how hard you try to get away, he won’t let you and you’re close to giving up. [2.6k words. no smut cause y’all gotta remember my man a little loco] gym bro jk

The sky was black and you could see it in the reflection of the mirror through the windows of the gym. It was a huge gray cinder block with gym equipment and Jungkook’s favorite place to be. You don’t usually come to the gym but he wanted to come tonight and asked you to come with. You didn’t mind the gym but it wasn’t necessarily your style, especially not when he tried teaching you how to properly weight train.

Jungkook stood behind you as he helped you hold the dumbbell up by your shoulders while placing your hands where they needed to go, “Okay, don’t push your chest forward too much, act like there’s a wall behind you and don’t push back too much.”

“Don’t push back and don’t push forward? What the fuck am I supposed to do then?” You groaned in frustration as he nudged a foot of yours with his to make sure you had them apart the right amount. Thankfully the dumbbell was on a Smith machine so you could easily set it on a notch to rest and you were already feeling tired of holding it.

You looked at your own reflection for a moment, you looked like a complete mess while Jungkookstood there looking perfect in his black shorts, and white middle tee that had deep sleeve cuts on the sides and it showed a bit of his torso. There was a new tattoo on his ribcage, a kiss mark of your lips.

“When you go down make sure your chest doesn’t lean forward, line it up with your knees but don’t angle yourself like you’re looking down,” Jungkook said and you felt his hand slide down your back. He was hyper focused right now on teaching you how to properly lift when you couldn’t care less.

His hand moved down until his palm was against your tailbone and you glared at him through the mirror. You rolled your eyes, “You said you’ll teach me not grope me.”

He just chuckled as he touched your butt, “I am teaching you, watch, try and do one and I’ll show you how your body should move.”

Jungkook helped you with the first one showing you how to keep your butt from sticking out too much and properly lifting the dumbbell. A smile spread across his face, “Alright now do five.”

“Five!?” Your eyes widened as he moved back letting you do it by yourself and with a small groan you tried to do another. Jungkook watched your form through the mirror and he had to move to the side to see you better. He counted them with you in his head and by the third one he found he wasn’t the only one looking.

A couple machines back, a guy held onto a pull up bar like he was ready to work out but his eyes were on you.

Jungkook watched him through the mirror as you took a pause to catch your breath. His jaw was tense, unable to take a breath as he waited for the guy to look away but he didn’t. His eyes were solely trained on your exposed legs in the small pair of gym spandex shorts you wore. Jungkook let his tongue poke against his cheek and he silently moved to stand directly behind you and he held onto the support bar on top, shielding you completely from the guy’s point of view.

“Come on baby, two more and then you can take a break,” Jungkook cleared his throat as he watched you and with a small huff of breath you did as told.

He kept his eyes trained on the guy who seemed to be trying to look around him to get a look at you and… well he couldn’t act unbothered now. A small scoff left his lips as he turned around to look at the guy, letting go of the bar.

“Do you have a problem?” Jungkook asked suddenly and you turned back in surprise trying to do another but he was already walking away. Your brows scrunched together trying to understand what was going on but Jungkook didn’t even look back at you.

“What do you mean?” The guy asked, letting go of the pull up bar. He was about Jungkook’s height but a stockier build compared to his lean one. With an annoyed sigh you put the dumbbell back into it’s notch and turned to your boyfriend.

“I mean you’ve been trying to stare at my girl’s ass this whole time so I wanna know if you have a problem,” Jungkook said as you hurried to gather your things and follow after him so he wouldn’t start another useless fight.

“No, man, I’m just… you’ve got a hot girlfriend,” the guy said and you assume he thought it was some sort of compliment but the look Jungkook gave him told you he didn’t think the same. Before Jungkook could say anything, you wrapped an arm around his stomach and pulled him back.

“Let’s go already, don’t you want to go out later?” You asked him, dragging him away.

You needed to distract him, lately all he’s wanted to do is fight any person who looks at you whether it be nonsexual or sexual. He’s got it in his head that you’re going to leave him still and frankly, you still don’t know what you’ll do.

You’re getting fed up with his mood and his possessiveness but you haven’t left him yet. You don’t care if some guy was checking you out, that just means he’s a creep and you understand Jungkook telling him not to but he does it with everyone who even looks your way. It’s getting tiring.

That’s why you tried to redirect his attention elsewhere and reminded him about the fact that you two were going to a party later.

There were so many people around and not a single one was you. Jungkook couldn’t even bother saying excuse me as he pushed through crowds of people to find you.

You’ve been stressing him out all night. First at the gym, he knows you’re pretty and everyone can see that but he hates knowing that people can’t keep their eyes off of you. It’s the same at this party, the amount of guys who’ve just been eye fucking you like he’s not even there pisses him off. It would’ve been better if you both just stayed home. On top of that, you’ve been drinking a lot tonight and now you’ve run off on him and he has no idea where to.

“Have you seen Y/n?” Jungkook asked in annoyance as he looked at the guy in front of him. Taehyung looked back at him with a lack of amusement as he shook his head no.

“Maybe she’s in the bathroom,” Taehyung said with a shrug and Jungkook just rolled his eyes and pushed past him.

The party reeked of alcohol and smoke and the music wasn’t even good. You already had a lot to drink but you had wanted another and he was going to get you one but when he got back you were gone. He tried waiting for you but you haven’t come back yet and at this point he’s ready to call it a night.

He entered the narrow hall that was more hidden in the dark and he pushed through to get to the bathroom. He twisted the door handle, smacking his lips when he saw it was locked and resorted to knocking.

Just before his fist could land on the door swung open and a girl stood in front of him. He looked behind her as if he could find you hiding in the bathroom but you weren’t there. Maybe she knew where you were though.

“She’s about this tall,” Jungkook used his hand to measure as he looked down at the girl, “Really pretty… uh, she’s wearing black. Have you seen her?”

The girl stared at him in confusion and that only annoyed him more. With a roll of his eyes he pushed past her and tried every door available.

You sat in a dark bedroom sniffling quietly as your friend gently rubbed your back, “What’s wrong, Y/n?”

“Just stressed,” you mumbled as Hoseok sat down next to you, “I just needed a minute.”

“Have you been drinking?” He asked in a quiet whisper, “You always get a little emotional when you drink.”

“I know,” you pouted, “I’m okay, I pro—“

“Y/n?”

Jungkook swung the door open, eyes hardening as they adjusted to the darkness of the room. There you were sitting on the edge of some stranger’s bed with Hoseok touching you.

“I think she’s drunk,” Hoseok said but Jungkook wouldn’t look at him. He walked up to you, “Baby?”

“Don’t talk to me,” you sniffled and they both looked at you in confusion.

“What? Why?” Jungkook asked as he moved onto his knees, “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“Well, I’ve been hiding from you so just go,” you said harshly and he couldn’t help but let the tenderness leave his eyes. Hoseok looked between you two, “Is everything good?”

“Yes,” Jungkook said but Hoseok only looked at you.

Now they both stared at you waiting to say something. You took a deep breath, “It’s fine Hobi, can you give us a minute?”

He left reluctantly and shut the door behind him. Jungkook waited for you to talk.

“I need you to stop,” you finally said, watching the way his brows scrunched together in confusion, “You’re too… you’re too possessive and clingy and I tried to stay with you but I can’t take it anymore. I tried ignoring all the weird things you would do because you said you’ll change but you haven’t!”

“What are you talking about?” Jungkook stood up, “I took out the cameras, what else do you want me to do?”

“Oh my god, the bare fucking minimum!” You stood up too, yelling a little, “Don’t you see that this just isn’t working? This isn’t normal Jungkook, we aren’t normal. I shouldn’t have ever stayed with you.”

“Y/n,” Jungkook’s jaw clenched as he watched you open the stranger’s door to the party, “What are you trying to say?”

What are you trying to say? You’re drunk. You do care a lot for him and he really is sweet but you can’t get past the stalking, the possessiveness, the need to control you and who you talk to. You just enable him.

“I’m saying… maybe we should break u—“

“No.”

You walked down the hall that was packed with people trying to get away before he convinced you to stay, “Yes. Jungkook, we're not good for each other. You’re not good for me. You can’t just fight whatever guy looks at me or—“

“Okay so let’s go home and talk about this,” Jungkook reached for your hand but you pulled it away and disappeared between the crowds of people, “Y/n, don’t do this, you’re just drunk baby, you’re getting yourself worked up over nothing. We’ll talk when we get home.”

“I just need time to think,” you confessed to him, “That night when you… y’know… you scared me. I don’t want to be with someone I’m scared of.”

You weren’t listening to him and he was starting to get mad. Jungkook stayed quiet as he followed after you and you didn’t even seem to notice as you said, “I think I’m gonna ask Taehyung to take me home, we can talk about this tomorrow or something but I’m being honest Jungkook, I don’t think I can do it anymore.”

Right before you could leave him, Jungkook was catching up to you, “No you’re not Y/n, if you want to go home then let’s go so we can talk about this but you’re not leaving me for another guy.”

“It’s not like that! I just need space from you right now, you always act crazy and I can’t take it anymore,” you said in a louder voice, “You’re so sweet to me and I’m thankful for that but you’re scary as shit. I don’t want to be scared wondering when the next time you’ll do or say something again. Just leave me alo—Jungkook!”

Jungkook wrapped his arms around your thighs as he lifted you onto his shoulder with ease. You fell face into his back and kicked your feet; “Put me down.”

“You want to leave right? Alright, let’s go,” Jungkook said as he walked right to the door ignoring everyone’s stares as he carried you away, “But you’re not going to try and fucking throw me away at some stupid party just because you’re drunk.”

“Jungkook! This is exactly what I’m talking about!” You hit his back but he didn’t even flinch, he walked right out of the house carrying you all the way to his car and you just cursed at him to put you down.

“Get in the car,” he muttered, not fully listening to you anymore as he opened the passenger seat and set you down, “We’re going home just like you want—“

“No,” you refused, “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Y/n, get in the fucking car!” Jungkook yelled in your face but you didn’t flinch.

“I don’t want to! You’re craz—“ Jungkook helped you in, slamming the door shut in your face and hurrying to his side.

You pulled on the door handle and pushed, checking to see if it was unlocked and tried getting back out. Jungkook was sitting next to you now mumbling some stuff you couldn’t make out and trying to start the car. You began to panic, “Why won’t this door open?”

He moved the car off Park and into Drive as he calmly said, “The child lock is on.”

“What?” Your brows furrowed, “Since when?”

Jungkook always opens your door for you so you never have to do it yourself, did you really never notice? Why was the child lock on? With it in place you couldn’t open the door from the inside, you were essentially locked in, “Jungkook let me out.”

“No,” he said as he began to pull out of his driver’s spot. Your chest tightened as you yanked and yanked on the door handle, “Jungkook—“

“No! You’re not getting out of this fucking car!” He yelled, swerving the car out of the parking space so fast that your body jostled to one side and hit the window.

“Don’t yell at me,” you said, still a little drunk and definitely still emotional.

His face softened as he drove off, “I’m sorry baby, I won’t raise my voice at you again, that was my fault.”

You didn’t say anything as you gave up on opening the door and Jungkook reached over to put a hand on your thigh but you shifted away. He didn’t like that so he tried it again and practically yanked you closer, “I won’t yell at you but you know I don’t like when you say mean things to me.”

You chose to stay silent.

“Y/n?” Jungkook called out to you but you wouldn’t even look at him and he had to grip the steering wheel a little tighter to release some tension, “Y/n, love, I’m sorry but I’m not letting you break up with me. You already know this so get that idea out of your head already. You’re not leaving with Taehyung or Hoseok or any other fucking guy for that matter. You’re leaving with me and only me.”

“Jungkook, this isn’t normal,” you whispered, finally looking at him, “You nee—we need help.”

Jungkook ignored you as he sped up down the street. You had to put on your seatbelt after neglecting it in a fit of rage to leave.

You knew this would happen. You can try and try to leave but he won’t let you. Even if you told your friends, you have no doubt that Jungkook would find a way to take you away.

And you hated that you loved him because it was all just so fucked up.

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rafedaddy01 · 10 months

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Warnings: smut, fingering, unprotected sex, public sex

Summary: you were Sarah’s best friend and spent the night, but little did she know you weren’t there to see her….

(Not proofread- sorry for any errors)

“We have to be quick!” You whispered as you pulled Rafe into the hallway bathroom, “I told her I’m showering so that buys us some time. But if she sees your missing she’ll know something up” you said tugging at his shorts. “Y/n” he laughed at your urgency, “slow down” he said bending down to stop you from pulling his boxers down, at the same time you came up and you two bonked your heads. Both chuckling at the situation. “Come here” he said pulling you up and kissing you passionately. “Just let me take care of you” he said pushing a strand of hair behind your ear and picking you up on the counter. He removed your robe and looked up at you once he saw you were naked under there. You blushed, embarrassed that you were so horny for him you couldn’t bother wearing a pair of panties.

He admired the wet patch on the green silk robe before tossing it on the ground and crouching down to be face to face with your bare cunt, on display for him. “Such a pretty pussy” he mumbled as he ran 2 fingers through your soaked slit. You moaned and gripped the counter. “Rafe, just fuck me already” you said annoyed at how long this was taking. “Shh, just relax” he said slipping both fingers inside and rubbing your clit with his thumb. He started pumping and your legs felt like jelly, he barley did anything but you were so close to cumming already. “Shit-“ you whispered as you threw your head back against the mirror and a state of euphoria washed through you. A knock on the door caused you to freeze, but Rafe never stopped. “Y/n?” Sarah’s voice spoke. “I’m gonna run to the store and get us some ice cream! I’ll be back” she said as you heard foot steps discard and you looked at rage who smirked and pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean and savoring the taste.

“Now I can fuck you properly” he grinned as you pulled you off the counter and turned you around to face the mirror. “Watch how good you take it” he said as you heard his belt unbuckle and your insides twisted with excitement. He teased your entrance with his tip before pulling your head back by your hair and slipping himself fully in, not letting you adjust his thrusted quickened as he got deeper with each move. “You don’t have to be quit baby, nobody’s home” he said seeing how hard you were trying to keep your moans in “fuck Rafe! Your so big! Feels so fucking good! Shit” you moaned which boosted his ego and his thrusts became harder than before, you gripped the counter for support as you watched his fucked out face in the mirror, getting wetter by the second.

“Shit y/n I’m close” he said thrusting sloppier but still deep enough to hit that spot inside you. “Me too” you whimpered as you repeatedly clenched around him. You both release and as you did you heard footsteps walking in the hallway, Rafe froze and pulled out of you. He kissed you and slipped out, making sure no one was around heading back to his room. You looked in the mirror before putting your robe back on and going to Sarah’s room. “Hey! Did you get ice cream?” You asked picking up some clothes and changing into your pjs. “Yeah, how come your hairs not wet?” She asked looking you up and down. “Oh-um, I just decided to wash my body” you lied straight through your teeth. “Mmh, well I hope this ice cream makes you moan as loud as my brother” a guilty and embarrassed look washed over you face as you looked at your best friend and were speechless..

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oracleact · 1 year

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« nothing on me »

bayverse raph x reader / fluff + angst

notes: 1.8k words, first person pov, established relationship, gender neutral reader (no pronouns used,) details of injuries and tending to said injuries.

a knock on the window at 3am? that only means one thing: the turtles are here. smiling, I rub the remnants of sleep from my eyes and hop out of bed to open up the curtain. only one turtle faces me at the window though - raphael.

I open the window and help his wide frame step down from the ledge, but my previous smile fades fast when raph groans in pain as he steps onto the floor.

“raph, what’s wrong? where are the rest of the boys? what happened?” I speak as fast as possible to try and get to his answer, worry eating away at me with each second that passes.

my raph is the mass strength and rough hand amongst the turtles. he can handle a lot of damage since he always manages to deal out more than what is done onto him. seeing him bent over, actually using my arm for support and not simply holding me because he wants to, groaning in genuine pain rather than letting out his usual gruff noises of acknowledgment - that scares me. it terrifies me when I don’t know what has happened.

“I told them to check on dad,” he begins breathlessly, “I needed you. it’s really bad this time.”

my eyes widen and I hurry him to the side of my bed, the mattress creaking under his weight. I grasp his face in my hands to check him over, turning his head every which way, but see nothing apart from a few new scratches on his skin.

“what do you mean ‘really bad,’ raph? you’re scaring me.”

“my—“ he lifts his arm and tries to reach for the back of his shell, failing miserably and almost howling out in pain, “my shell, sweetheart. I haven’t seen it yet but I heard it crack and this pain is too much for it to just be taped up.”

I scuttle around his large form and am immediately hit with the sight of a deep crack in the middle of his shell. he was right to come straight to me with this one. he should always come to me with injuries but is too stubborn most of the time and rides out the pain: ‘it may look bad to you but it’s nothing on me.’

when the boys started to properly use their skills outside of the lair, with the risk of larger injuries increasing, I began to research and teach myself how to handle ones specific to these mutants. thanks to many in depth articles about turtle care, I have safely cleaned and covered up small cracks before. the only difference between the boys and ‘normal’ turtles in regards to care like this is their size - it takes longer and requires more focus to clean cracks, ensuring that they can heal appropriately over time. although tonight’s damage will take double that, and maybe more.

“oh raph, oh my…how? wait, don’t answer that. I’m doing my first aid stuff then we can talk about it, okay?” he nods with a sad smile and all I can do is reach out and cup his cheek, returning the expression he gave me. he moves my hand to his lips for a quick kiss before I start scurrying off to grab what I need.

let’s see - chlorohexidine solution, q-tips, cotton pads, adhesive patches and a towel. is that all I need? I have no idea right now; I’m so scared to touch him that I feel like stalling for as long as I can.

I walk slowly back to where he sits on the edge of my bed, his head resting in one hand as the other rubs at his tired eyes. I lay down all that I grabbed from the bathroom before taking a deep breath and sitting down behind him. the room is silent for a couple of minutes after that, my heart beating loudly in my ears. I can’t break my anxious stare away from the crack in his beautiful carapace.

“hey…” raph speaks ever so softly to get my attention.

“yeah— sorry. I’m sorry,” I feel tears begin to form in my eyes. I hate seeing him hurt like this. “I’m going to fix you up. I promise I’ll fix this. I’ll touch around your shell, away from the crack, and you tell me how it feels. let me know how much the pain has spread.”

he gestures ‘yes’ to me but with a frowned brow, “don’t cry, love. everything is okay. I’m raphael, remember? this is nothing on me!”

but I can see it - I can see the pain written on his face, the way his eyes look misty. I don’t want to push him to talk nor do I want to directly acknowledge the pain I can see; I don’t want to break his protective wall at a time like this. it wouldn’t be fair to do so. I wipe my tears and get straight to work instead.

my small hand reaches out for him, gently patting around the edges of his shell then smoothing over the surface, “that’s not bad at all. it just feels tingly, like the nice kind of tingly you give me.” I giggle at him. it’s a relief that the shell hasn’t shattered or anything and he can feel my hand like always.

I’ve spent so many nights tracing over the faint patterns of his plastron and committing the texture to memory. it helps calm him after a stressful training day or when he can’t sleep. it secretly calms me too because it’s just us in those moments, the rest of the world fading away and leaving only raph and I. there’s no need to jump away from my hold to save new york when my touch melts away the city completely. nothing can break us out of that warm paradise as long as we are together.

despite the touch test going well, the cleaning of his wounds will definitely be painful since the crack is open and noticeable. I pour some of the solution onto a q-tip and tell raph to start breathing slowly and deeply. I help him set a pace for it before I begin to clean.

he hisses in pain when the piece of cotton comes in contact with the wound and my tears start to flow again, “I know baby, but this part is important,” I sniffle and reach my free hand for his, “use me to balance yourself.”

“I’ll break your little hand,” there is a fracture in his voice as he speaks but he still manages to let out a chuckle with his words.

“breathe and squeeze, raph, don’t worry about me.”

and so he did - each time I dipped the cotton into the crack he inhaled and exhaled quickly whilst grasping my hand in his. I rubbed my thumb over his rough skin in an attempt to ground us both over and over again.

“one last clean and then I’ll patch it up and be done for tonight.” he lets out a loud sigh at that, obviously glad that the stinging will be over soon. I hear him lowly whimper but force a cough after in an attempt to hide the noise. once again I don’t press him on it, I just kiss the back of his hand to let him know it’s alright.

the last step is to cut adhesive patches to fit the crack, making sure to leave small gaps at the ends to allow air to flow through. this process isn’t all that different from putting a bandaid on a human arm, and thank goodness for that. I want to do everything I can to help raph, to ease his pain, so this being a somewhat ‘easy’ task to complete means luck is on my side right now.

with the last piece secure I get up from the bed to face him again, giving him a small smile to let him know it’s done. I slip myself between his legs and reach out to untie his bandana. his eyes close as he presses his head onto my chest to give me access to the tie at the back.

sliding the cloth from his face, I set it on the bed and wipe underneath his eyes; he looks so worn out. my fingers move down to draw along the scars from previous battles and to check over any new cuts, the pad of my thumb eventually landing on the most prominent scar across his upper lip. my raph, my hero, our hero…with the scars to prove it all.

“give it a week and see how the shell starts to heal. if we need to do more then I’m ready for that. I’ve done my research, you’re looking at a certified mutant turtle nurse,” I wink at him as he laughs and nuzzles further into my hold.

he looks up at me with those gorgeous eyes, the light of the moon catching in them. he may be hurt but he’s here with me and healing in my arms, and I’ll hold this man forever to show him how much he means to me. he’s looking at me in the same way - in awe of what’s in front of him - both of us dumbly grinning at each other. although, he does break eye contact when a yawn suddenly comes bursting out.

“do you want to talk about what happened, or do you want to catch some z’s first?”

“hmm…as much as I want to tell you about how much of a badass I am, I really want to crash.”

he moves to lay on his back before I catch his shoulders with high pitched squeak, “shell!” I whisper-yell at him. his lips form an ‘o’ and I shake my head. only raph could forget about his injuries that quickly.

I slip into the bed first and hold out my arms, beckoning him to follow and to lay on his stomach. he does so almost instantly, getting comfy against me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

“thank you for everything. I trust you with my life, you know.”

“and I trust you with mine, big red.”

I’m seemingly stuck staring down at him, just in stupid awe once more. watching how his eyes are effortlessly closed, evident that he is exhausted, with a faint smile playing on his lips as he shifts around to find the best snoozing position. his shell is now what catches the attention of the moon and I feel satisfied with my work on the crack. I’m still worried but the patch looks good and secure from afar so I’ll take it for it now.

I’m so happy that this brave and unstoppable mutant turtle trusts me with his open wounds, with his physical and emotional scars, with his love and being. this life of ours is crazy in so many ways but I wouldn’t ask for anything to change. well, less wounds here and there would be nice but that might be asking for too much.

#my first turtles story! I don’t normally write fics I have so many ideas that just play out in my head but I’m glad I wrote this one down #I think I’ve only ever posted one other fic on this account before (a beel one) so hopefully I’ll write some more in the future #well if people like them then I’ll post more hhh I have no idea how to gauge the quality of my own writing at all #oracleact chats #tmnt #bayverse tmnt #bayverse raph #bayverse raphael #bayverse raph x reader #bayverse raph imagine #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt imagine #I don’t actually know how to tag this…will this do? :<#blossom 💌 raph

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anjelagarrick · 11 months

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comfort of a laugh track

alex keller x reader

summary: alex relishes the time he gets to share with you after being put on medical leave.

tags: ptsd, losing limbs, trauma recovery, established relationship, fluff with angst, clingy! alex, sharing a bed, sharing clothes, just two idiots in love, self deprecation

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ALEX BREATHES SLOWLY, his exhale fanning over the bare skin of your shoulder. You’re fast asleep, completely unaware of him still being awake in the early hours of the morning. Alex had a habit of sitting and pondering, it was both a comfort and also a curse. He hated silence, but sometimes he hated his thoughts even more; he certainly didn’t want to wake you for petty comfort over practically nothing. Of course, you’d insist that any discomfort was worth soothing away with gentle touches and hushed kisses behind closed doors, but Alex knows his mind, he can fight the creeping bile that sits in his sternum as he closes his eyes.

It truly never feels real, how he almost died, how he lost his leg; how he almost left you behind despite always promising he’d come home to you. Alex’s eyes open again, and he’s in his home; in bed, arms wrapped around you. He isn’t on a battlefield, bleeding out somewhere, nor on a medical gurney with an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose. Leaning forward, his sweaty forehead presses to your cool shoulder, facial hair slightly tickling you as you shuffle, taking a soft, sleepy breath. Alex waits for you to soothe again before moving, lips kissing your shoulder ever so gently before he nuzzles his face into the back of your neck. Holding you felt so surreal, like he was holding love itself- that ignited feeling never went away, and Alex knows he doesn’t want it to. He wants to love you forever.

Your hand presses over his, thumb running over his knuckles as you hum softly. “Go back to sleep.” He whispers, voice scratchy and coarse due to lack of use. “What’s the matter?” You stifle a yawn, leaning your back against his chest. “It’s nothing, hon. Just rest, yeah? You’ve got a busy day tomorrow.” Alex kisses behind your ear, turning his hand to thread his fingers between yours. You hum again, rolling over in his arms, letting your own arms curl around his middle as you bury your head under his chin. “You can always talk to me, baby. We’re in this together.” You croon, kissing his collarbone so gently he barely felt it. “I know, I just want you to rest for now. I know you’ve been stressed. It’s not easy having a crippled boyfriend.” Alex laughs, it’s strained.

You frown. “You’re not an inconvenience, so don’t even try that all that talk with me.” You scold, softly hitting his back. “Sorry.” Alex exhales; as tired as he is, he doesn’t want to close his eyes. “We’re in this together, baby. I promised you i’d always be here.” You let your hand move from his back, slowly massaging his tricep, just under his elbow. “I know, honey. I… I’m really thankful, for you… for the team. This hasn’t been easy. I can still feel my leg sometimes- it throws me off.” Alex finally closes his eyes, taking a small breath. “I know it’s not easy, love. But you’re strong, you’ve been doing so well at adjusting. You can do this.” You assure him, moving your head to press a kiss to his upper lip. Alex immediately chases you as you pull away, kissing you properly. “Thank you, baby.” He mutters, hand rubbing soft circles over your hip. “Of course..! I’ll always be here for support.” You coo, nose brushing against his gently. “Whether it’s in the middle of the night, in public or private; or even if you call me on the job. I’ll never abandon you.”

Alex smiles, warmth collected in his chest. “I love you, hon. You mean the world to me.” His voice rumbles a little in his chest due to the low volume, you hum softly in return. “I love you too, Alex.” You respond, kissing him again. “Are you going to try and sleep?” You ask, hand moving from his arm to cup his cheek, thumb rubbing against his cheekbone as your other fingers massage his jaw. Alex exhales softly, loving how your fingertips feel against his face. “I dunno, doll.” He mumbles. “That’s okay, baby. We can have some hot chocolate and maybe put on a movie?” You suggest, pulling away from his embrace as you sit up. “You need rest, baby.” He reminds you with a frown. It’s true, you were exhausted, but caring for your boyfriend in a hard time was your number one priority.

“It’s fine, hon. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or upset.” You get up, pulling one of Alex’s shirts up over your head. Alex sits up, watching you in the dim light that seeped through the curtains. He knows he can’t say anything to convince you to get back into bed, watching as you saunter from the bedroom, turning on the hall light as you went. Shaking his head, Alex leans over, grasping his crutches. Slowly moving his leg over the bed, his foot hits the floor- he almost feels sick as his stump hangs off the bed. Taking a deep breath, Alex stands, leaning his weight upon the crutches. It was certainly difficult- he was embarrassed to be in public as he ambled so slowly beside you, yet you’d only smile patiently as you held open doors and rested a comforting hand upon his back. He didn’t deserve you.

Slowly, he moves his crutches forward before taking another step, then another, then another. It’s a very slow process, but he’s getting better at it. The kitchen light is on, and Alex takes a soft breath. The small apartment you two lived in felt like a massive mansion due to how long it would take Alex to get room to room. As he steps forward, his foot slips, back hitting the floor with a harsh thud as his crutches clutter to the ground. With a defeated sigh, Alex tries to blink away tears- he felt useless. “Baby, are you alright?!” You stress, kneeling beside him, hand gently touching his head. “Yeah- sorry… just slipped is all.” Alex sighs, staring at the ceiling above. “Oh, Alex…” you whisper, wiping the corners of his eyes gently. “I’m sorry.” He responds on instinct- he’d been doing that a lot recently. “Don’t be. Come on, let’s get you up.” Slowly, you help Alex up, having him lean upon the wall as you grab one of his crutches. “Lean on this,” you hand him the crutch, letting him slowly lean his weight upon it as you retrieve the other.

“I feel like such a burden.” Alex huffs out a bitter laugh, watching you frown. “No, you’re not. Not to me.” You kiss his cheek, resting a hand upon his back as he slowly tries walking again. Slowly, he finally eases himself onto the couch, sighing softly. “Stay right here, hon. I’ll finish making our drinks.” Leaning down, you kiss his cheeks, cradling his head for a second before pulling away. Alex slumps into the cushions with defeat. He missed going on runs, it was one of his favourite things to do in the mornings, but now he could barely walk to the kitchen without needing you to help him. “How pathetic…” he muses bitterly, glaring at the stump where his full leg once was. “So fucking stupid- why did I let this happen?” Clenching his right fist, Alex takes a deep breath- slowly trying to release the guilt from his chest.

“Alex, baby. Are you alright?” You ask, sitting beside him as you hand him a freshly hot mug. “Yeah, m’fine.” He breathes out, hand tangling into yours as you rest your mug upon your thigh, grabbing the tv remote. “What do you feel like watching?” You ask, head resting against his shoulder. “I don’t mind, baby. You choose.” Alex responds, closing his eyes. He’s back in that damn place again, jaw clenched- head spinning, Farah is there, helping him- trying to bring him back to consciousness. He can feel his leg, it hurts- “Alex.” You pat his shoulder a little, he opens his eyes. He’s on the couch with you, your eyes are worried. “Are you okay?” You ask softly, hand lingering upon his shoulder, thumb smoothing his creased shirt as he breathes. “Yeah. I’m all good, baby. Just… remembering things.” He responds, blinking a few times. “Try to focus on the tv, baby. Just relax.” You kiss his jaw softly, ignoring how his beard scratches your face as you settle against him. Alex throws a spare arm around your shoulders, squeezing you close as his other hand holds his mug, resting it upon the thigh of his mostly missing leg.

As Alex sits in thought, mostly thoughts full of self deprecating words and loathing himself, he’s brought back by you; you’re just shuffling to get a little more comfortable, but it alerts him of his surroundings again. He’s in home, he can see you, feel you, smell the jasmine incense you’re always burning throughout the day as you adored the smell, as well as insisting that it promoted happiness and would help Alex relax. Alex exhales, it’s slow- soothing. Taking a sip of his hot chocolate, he watches the old sitcom rerun you had found on one of the channels, relishing the comfort of a laugh track.

#alex keller #alex keller x reader #mw2 alex #alex keller x you #alex mw2 #mw2 x reader #mw2022 #mw2 2022 #mw2 x you #mw2 imagine #| anjela wrote this 🕯️#// alex my beloved 😭🫶🫶#// my underrated boy 🫶

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weeesi · 7 days

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Choice - May Prompts (10)

“Sherlock,” John says quietly. His breath clouds in the evening’s chill.

From the far side of the Eye’s capsule, Sherlock doesn’t respond.

Back turned, hands clasped behind him. Only the tiny twitch of a thumb gives him away.

A tell.

Doubt.

London glows beneath them. Shades of greys and golds, smears of egg-yolk yellow, the occasional dollop of orange all blend together in the murky quiver of the Thames. The Eye pulses patterns around them in hyper-bright crystalline blue.

Sherlock glows. He’s a satellite floating a million miles away.

John’s lost his signal.

“Cantilever,” Sherlock murmurs. “Structural support on a single side.”

“Impressive engineering, I’ll give it that.” Dread creeps under John’s skin. He moves closer until he’s next to Sherlock.

“I meant us.” Sherlock steals a glance at him, tentative. “I’ll disappoint you.”

The words hit John point blank in the chest. “Are we arse up in the river right now?”

Sherlock sighs.

“No, seriously.”

Sherlock looks at John properly. His eyes are wet.

John holds out a hand. “The fixed end carries the weight, right? That’s its purpose. That’s why it’s there. Apply pressure anywhere, it’s redirected to that point. Absorbed.”

“And you’d choose that?” Sherlock takes his hand.

“Already have done. It’s my choice. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Hardly fair, John.”

“I didn’t choose fair. I chose you.”

Thank you to @calaisreno for the fun prompt series!

Tags in replies (let me know if you'd like a tag or would like yours removed)! Thanks for reading! <3

#mayprompts2024 #johnlock #ficlet #johnlock ficlet #bbc sherlock

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moonjxsung · 5 months

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First off, I want to say thank you for all the lovely messages I’ve gotten since my last post. I have a lot of people supporting me and I don’t take that for granted in the slightest. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

The truth is, I do not feel safe on this blog right now. From people demanding requests about people I don’t bias/I refuse to write about, to people sharing my socials without my consent when I’ve trusted just a handful of you with them, to people sending requests that are completely against my guidelines or even straight up admitting they’re not of age to be following this blog in the first place. This is a lot I have to deal with right now and I don’t feel comfortable proceeding the way I am right now. I want to detail a few reminders and set a few boundaries moving forward:

1. Please don’t send me anything flirty/suggestive in my inbox if it pertains to me. It was cute and funny at first, but some of my asks right now are really graphic and it sounds like you’re just using me as a device for sexual gratification instead of being flirty in a silly way. It’s disappointing that some of you had to ruin it for the adults on here who did it as a joke.

2. Please don’t send me asks about anyone who’s not a member of skz. Your ask will be deleted. I’m not giving you the attention you so desperately seek.

3. I will be carefully combing through and blocking blogs without an age indicator later today. I haven’t had the time to properly do so in a little while, so if you haven’t already done so, please have your age in your bio or you will be blocked.

4. Queued requests will be slowing down as we head into the new year. I need to take some time for myself to find what’s going to work for this blog moving forward. Requests aside from that are closed and will be until further notice.

5. I will no longer be giving out my socials to anybody moving forward. It’s so unnerving to get a random message saying “x showed me your pics and you’re so pretty!” From somebody I didn’t deliberately share my socials with. Please do not circulate any of my social handles. If we were mutuals elsewhere previously, I’ve already blocked you, and I’m sorry I had to do so.

6. Lastly- my inbox is closed, sending messages on anon is no longer available to you all and the anon list will be updated whenever I decide to return.

I want to stay on this blog and I want to continue fulfilling requests, but some of you are making it really hard for this to feel like a safe space for me. I’m not a robot who spits out work every week, I’m a human being with a job and feelings and a life outside of this. This is just a hobby and you guys make it hard for me to even just consume stray kids content when I associate it with this level of discomfort.

That being said, this blog is on a small hiatus until I feel okay to start posting again. I’m sorry to all my regular anons who these people ruined it for, I’m grateful for all of you and I promise I’ll be here to lend a kindly ear when I’m in a better place. Rest assured I have a lot to fulfill me outside of this blog and I’ll be taking care of myself so we can reunite in good spirits when the new year comes around.

I love you all of you who did curate this to be a safe space for the rest of us and I’m thinking of you very dearly. Take care

- ⭐️

#psa #taking a small hiatus #stray kids #skz #love you all

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straykeedz · 7 months

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Okay so hear me out

Body worship with dom!hyunjin but it's YOU worshipping HIM

Thoughts?👀

mature content, minors dni!

no because i wasn’t thinking about this while i was attending classes 🫠🤥 (i so was)

hope this lives up to you expectations! ♡🫧

(okay so i think he likes to be called sir when he’s in a dom mood don’t ask me why) anyhow, what popped up in my mind was something on the line of:

hyunjin kneeling between your legs because he definitely wants to see your face as he fucks you, he wants to see how good he’s making you feel and most importantly he wants you to tell him how much you like it when he fucks you

so he’d encourage you, saying something like “who’s making you feel this good, huh?” cockily as he thrusts inside of you

“you, you, jinnie”

and i feel like he’d be rough but not too rough - he wouldn’t go as far as to properly hit you in bed, but maybe he’d spank your asscheek if you called him by his name

“what did you call me?” he’d ask you

“s-sir” you correct yourself immediately

and he’d want you to make up for accidentally calling him by the wrong name, you know, so he’d tease you maybe

he’d slow down his thrusts just to see you desperate, begging for him to fuck your harder

“please, sir, please” you’d whimper as an attempt to get him to move inside of you “need to feel you, need to feel your cock”

and oh, this sounds interesting to his ears, so he’d smirk and tease you more, moving his hips slowly

“yeah? you like it?” at this point he just wanna hear you beg, he just wanna hear you worship him

“i love it” would be a good answer, but not enough, so he’d encourage you to continue. “you have a perfect cock, sir. it’s long and thick and feels so perfect inside of me”

it would be his turn to whimper now, but he’d desperately try to muffle his sounds because he’s the one in charge tonight, so he’d pick up the pace of his thrusts, pleaded with your answer

“continue” he’d demand, thrusting inside of you relentlessly “tell me what you like about me”

“and your arms… god, your arms, i love to feel them around me. so big and strong, make me feel so safe”

“more” he’d grunt, looking into your eyes

“your fingers” you moan “so delicate when you’re holding your paintbrush or pencils, so rough when you put them in my mouth or deep inside of me”

at this point his head is spinning and he’d start to feel already close

so he’d start rubbing your clit with his fingers

“fuck, you’re so good at this, sir” he hears you praise him, moaning from the pleasure he’s making you feel “nobody could ever make me feel the way you do”

and he looooves being told he’s the best at something

“yeah?”, nevertheless, he’d still act cocky, even though he’s seconds away from spilling his load

“and fuck- you’re so handsome and hot” at this point you’re just rambling and he loves it even more because he knows you’re letting the words fall out of your mind without even thinking

“you turn me on so much, fuck, want you to do the nastiest things to me- fuck, i’m so close, sir”

but of course he wouldn’t let you cum without begging for it first

“ask nicely”

“can i cum, sir?” you’d whine

“not enough”

“let me cum on your pretty cock, sir, please” your heart beating fast in your chest, legs already shaking “please sir, let me show you how much you turn me on, let me show you how much i can cum for you”

he’d make you cum with his cock buried deep inside of you and his fingers on your clit, and his orgasm would follow shortly after.

-> reblog to support my works! feedback is always appreciated! ♡

-> if you want to request me something/send your hard thoughts just click on the “💌” emoji on my profile! although keep in mind that i’ve already got a few requests queued and that i’ll start working on them once kinktober is over! ♡

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lucyswinter · 3 months

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request!!! the nightmare trope with cilly. reader wakes up scared in the middle of the night and he comforts her 💖

pairing: cillian murphy x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none! <3

(a/n): thank you so much for the request ml!!!! alsooo new divider!! creds to @/saradika-graphics 💗💗 this was not proofread, but ava got a sneak peak and liked it so lmk if there’s any grammatical errors lol

You let out a sharp breath as you jolt up into a sitting position, dry sobs echoing the walls of your bedroom as you cross your arms and grip the opposite forearm for support. You don’t even notice that you’ve woken Cillian until he made himself known.

“Lovey? What is it?” he asked you worriedly, eyes wide, slowly sitting up and leaning on his arm so that he could see you properly.

“I-I…” you manage to pant out, eyes watering.

“Love, you need to use your words. What’s wrong?” He puts a hand to your cheek and softly strokes your face with his thumb in a comforting rhythm. He always knew exactly what to do to calm you down, even when you didn’t.

“I had um.” You pause to take a nervous gulp, eyes now overflowing enough for a few tears to race down your cheeks, some pooling up around Cillian’s thumb. “I had a nightmare…” a sob punctuates your sentence, prompting Cillian to furrow his brow with worry.

“Ohhh my poor sweet girl” he laughs, his hand moving down to rub your shoulder and pull your head against his chest. “I’m so sorry”

You try to lift your head from his chest. “Cill i’m going to get your shirt all wet with tears” you sniffle, another sob of guilt coming on.

“Shh it’s alright love. I can change later. This is about you right now. I’ll be fine.” He pulls you back on his chest and continues rubbing your shoulders. “Now, would you like to talk about what happened, or no? I won’t pressure you, but I’m here if you need me baby.”

You let out a few more soft sobs before wiping your cheeks and lifting your head to look at him. A sense of relief washes over you as soon as you meet his bright blue gaze.

“I just…I was being chased by this monster and he chased me into this house, and when I got into one of the rooms I-“ you’re cut off by a slightly more violent sob, the tears returning your cheeks, your eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to make them stop.

“Shhh take your time, sweet girl. Poor baby.” His lips connect with yours, and linger for a few seconds before he pulls back to give you his attention.

You take a deep breath out and continue to explain to him what happened. “And when I got into this room you were there but…but you were dead” you wail, the tears streaming down your cheeks like a waterfall.

“Oh my sweet caring girl. I’m so sorry you had to think about that. Ohhh poor girl.” He wiped tears from your now puffy eyes to reveal red cheeks. “But I’m here. And I’m not dead, lovey. You don’t need to worry about that.” He places a kiss on your cheek, and begins to rub your shoulders again. “I must say, angel, that sounds an awful lot like the movie we watched tonight…I don’t mean to jump to conclusions, but is there a possibility you got a bit frightened by the movie and that’s why you had this nightmare?”

You nod, ashamed to admit that a silly movie scared you.

He let out a soft chuckle, more pitiful than condescending. “Well why don’t we go back to sleep, baby.”

You lie down on your side and snuggle up closer to him so that his chin is above your head. He puts his arms around you and gentle rubs his thumb against your back, causing a tingly sensation to spread through your body in waves, lulling you closer to sleep. Your eyes flutter, and eventually close. You let out a soft sigh, and he leans his lips close to your ear, tickling the sensetive skin with his warm breath.

“No more scary movies for you, sweet angel. I hate seein’ you all scared.” He whispered. “Sleep now, love. Dream sweet things”. He planted a soft kiss on your forehead as you slowly drifted into a peaceful slumber.

(a/n): ty for reading!! next up is a neil lewis oneshot and a hotch oneshot!! <33

#cillian murphy x f!reader #cillian murphy x y/n #cillian murphy x you #cillian murphy fanfic #cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x fem!reader #cillian x reader #cillian x y/n #cillian fic #cillian fluff #cillian fanfic #lucywrites<3

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local-ground-apple · 1 year

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Not-Vil's insolent castle | Howl's Moving Castle au!

Vil as Sophie and You as Howl I just want to say "That's my boy" @ Vil

,,There you are, sweetheart !”

Vil heard a soft but firm voice in the crowd. Usually when he was surrounded by people, he was unable to focus on a particular sound or pick out any face.

He would never remember them later.

Carefully prepared expressions and words thankful for the support of his fans were leaving his mouth almost automatically. If someone was a tad bit observant, they would notice sheer distress and slight panic in his eyes, as he didn’t wish to be almost suffocated by the crowd.

,,I was looking everywhere for you !”

Finally. This time, he finally noticed you in the sea of his fans. You wore a crystally white shirt with few buttons unbuttoned, yet Vil focused on your pink-silver jacket that seemed to shimmer slightly in the sunlight.

You were glowing.

A playful, yet quite attractive smile was dancing on your lips and your eyes seemed to sparkle.

Vil blinked and in that moment you merged with the crowd, disappearing from his sight. Before he could turn his head around or hopelessly attempt to escape from the crowd, he felt a cold hand on his shoulder, warm breath slightly tickled his skin and silky hair brushed gently against it.

,,I’m sorry, I’m late”

You muttered slightly, the beautiful smile not leaving your lips. Vil was left quite breathless. No one from his fans dared to even touch him, given his security guards who guarded him diligently. Yet, you slipped past them with ease. He could hear them from afar complaining and rushing to separate you two, yet you were faster. Your firm arms wrapped around Vil’s waist and before he could even scream or complain, you jumped in the air, lifting both of you.

,,You! Put me down immediately!”

Vil yelled at you, as he floated above the confused faces of passer-by and his fans who were shouting in disbelief. You only giggled at his misery, as you began walking in the air with ease. Your hands were gently holding his, making sure he didn’t fall.

,,Now, you can start walking! It’s quite easy and quite effective to escape from your fans”

You responded cheerfully, as you guided him. Vil was quite hesitant to listen to you, yet he soon figured out that there was no way to properly argue with you. You didn’t seem like the type who would listen; besides he didn’t wish to be dropped from this height.

He began slightly walking, taking small and hesitant steps. Yet, seeing your encouraging smile and noticing that fact that he wasn't falling down, he began to feel slightly more at ease. Perhaps, it wasn’t such a bad way to escape the suffocating crowd of his fans and his relentless manager.

,,See? It’s quite enjoyable”

You said cheerfully with a bright smile gracing your lips, as you stepped on the highest point on the cathedral located in the middle of the city. You two continued walking in the air. No one seemed to notice you two, as you made sure you were high enough not to be spotted easily. Soft, morning breeze was gently brushing against Vil’s face, as warm rays of the sun gently caressed his face.

Vil had no idea who you were. A mysterious figure that seemed to lighten up his day by stealing him away from relentless and suffocating fans. Offering him a magical moment in his dull, overworked reality devoured of any colours. Every time he opened his mouth to ask you about your name, no sound could come out of his throat.

Yet, every beautiful moment had to end eventually.

You carefully placed Vil on someone else’s balcony, gently letting go of his hand. His fingertips lingered for a brief moment, almost as if he subconsciously didn’t want to let you leave. You smiled brightly at his confused, yet happy face.

,,Now, you can get away from your fans. I’ll make sure they don’t follow you or anything”

You assured Vil who was, once again, to stunned to speak. He only nodded in response, feeling quite ashamed for appearing so shy in front of you. After all, he was known for his impeccable appearance and dashing personality. Yet, in front of your literally glowing form, he was left speechless, feeling like a grey mouse compared to you.

,,That’s my boy!”

You exclaimed, flashing him one last brief smile, before you jumped of the balcony.

Next day, Vil woke up old.

He wasn’t only feeling old, as if he aged 50 years mentally in the span of one night filled with magical dreams of you. No, he was old.

Vil had troubles getting out of the bed, his muscles felt sore and his joints were cracking slightly whenever he moved a bit. When he glanced at his form, he was stunned. His legs were thinner and the skin wasn’t as supple as it used to be. Frankly, Vil was scared to look at himself in the mirror. His hands trembled, as he had to hobble carefully to it. He furrowed his eyebrows, noticing that he needed to support his weakened body to even take few steps. His back was slightly in pain and he noted that he probably won’t be able to straighten it soon.

Full of apprehension, Vil finally looked at his reflexion, feeling his eyes watering.

Vil was old.

His hair that used to be blond, now was grey adorning his tired visage. His face was dry and covered in wrinkles. His cheeks were now hollow and devoid of any youth. If it wasn’t for his sore throat, Vil was almost sure he would scream in pure despair. He repeatedly closed and opened his glassy eyes and pinched himself multiple times. Perhaps he was delusional, hoping it was just a nightmare and that he would soon wake up from it.

Yet, no matter how viciously he picked his skin, his reflexion covered in wrinkles stared back at him.

Everything crashed.

Every single hope he had for his future; his beautiful dream he had worked so diligently to achieve it was now shattered. It was over for him. With his shortened life-span, Vil was positively sure he was done for. He could achieve nothing and his career was brutally shattered.

Yet, he wasn’t the one to give up. His whole life he was known for his relentless efforts and his persistent attitude. So, he grabbed some stick that he found on his way and he did his best to try to find a cure for his sudden enchantment.

Vil hobbled from one professor to another mage begging for help. He drank various potions, took part in many rituals, tried every possible spell, yet nothing seemed to work. Crowley couldn’t help him. Neither could Crewel or Malleus, despite their earnest efforts. They couldn’t pinpoint the source of this peculiar curse that made Vil so old in the span of one night. Hell, he couldn’t even speak about this potential curse.

So Vil Schoenheit had only one possible solution to his problem.

He could only dwell in despair, slowly coming to terms with his current appearance and shattered career that was so dear to him.

Until, one day Crowley announced that he knew one person that could offer some help.

Despite the doubtful and vicious voice whispering inside him, Vil could feel a wave of hope washing over him.

Vil had to walk, which posed quite a serious problem to his weakened and old body. Every step felt like a challenge and the longer he walked, the more exhausted he felt. Despite a solid, wooden cane Crowley had gifted him before he embarked on this journey, he still struggled and the walk took him longer than he anticipated.

He had heard about Pendragon before.

A mysterious wizard who had a nasty habit of appearing randomly with their unique Moving Castle and then disappearing. A wizard who feasted on poor ladies’ hearts. A wizard who first broke them and then ate them. A heartless mage who had a personal beef with the Witch of the Waste.

Vil scowled at the mere thought of wizard Pendragon. From the various rumours he had heard, Pendragon didn’t seem like a good person who would manage to help him. He was quite sceptical, yet Crowley had assured him multiple times that if someone could do something, it would be that eccentric wizard. He only had to reach his Moving Castle and successfully get inside.

Vil had noticed it from afar. It was a unique construction, one that you couldn’t mistake with any other building. It was moving at moderate speed, so Vil hoped he would be able to swiftly reach it or at least, keep up with its pace.

Oh, how wrong was he.

Vil had an impression that the castle seemed to mock him. Not moving rapidly, yet not slowing down specially for him. He furrowed his eyebrows, scowling in annoyance. He was way too old to be running after this damn building that seemed to be moving on its own free will.

He panted heavily, feeling as if he was close to passing out. His heartbeat was so fast, Vil was afraid his heart would combust. He had troubles catching his erratic breath, as he attempted to chase after the Moving Castle. He supported himself on the cane, gripping it tightly. He was cursing the castle internally, as he hobbled after it.

,,Stop! Just stop! You..You..y’you…Please, I beg you….just…stop”

Few words left his mouth, as he was desperately trying to catch his breath. Vil was shouting in desperation mixed with exhaustion. He pushed himself and his weakened body to try. He had to at least try to reach Pendragon’s residence to plead for his help. He couldn’t give up so easily, yet he wasn’t able to grip the door handle.

,,Just stop you insolent castle! I need help!”

Vil exclaimed in frustration, feeling anger washing over his poor, unfortunate form. Tears welled in his eyes, as he once again stretched his arm to reach out for the handle, forcing his legs to speed up in one last, desperate attempt.

Then, the castle stopped abruptly, almost as if it had heard his desperate pleads and opened its door invitingly.

No one was inside, when Vil walked in anxiously.

The whole room was quite dark, so he wasn’t able to notice any details or concrete furnishing. It’s not like he planned to. His whole body was screaming in agony, his muscles were burning and his joints were cracking. His throat was sore from screaming and Vil had troubles steading his frantic breathing. His heart was still beating quite rapidly.

Vil felt that he could collapse from such draining stunt he had pulled mere seconds ago.

He saw the faint light from the fireplace and a chair standing before it. He didn’t waste any time and hobbled towards it. He sighed with relief, when he sat down, finally taking a rest his legs deserved. He couldn’t quite feel them, yet he dismissed this feeling. He stretched his hands, hoping to warm them up. He furrowed his eyebrows, the flame was barely ignited and it was slowly dying. Vil reached out to add some more pieces of the wood and watched with the delight the flame growing.

Finally, he could rest for a bit.

,,Oh, Mon Dieu!”

An excited voice speaking in some unknown to him language, made Vil open his eyes abruptly. For a brief second, he thought that perhaps the infamous wizard Pendragon had graced him with their presence, yet when he turned around, no one was there.

,,I’m here! Non, not there, here. Oui, just look down!”

The mysterious voice persisted and Vil has never been so confused in his entire lifetime. He looked down as it was requested and he was quite perplexed. He could see tiny hands made out of flames supporting a small yet bizarre form which was resting on the wooden pieces. He blinked few times to make sure whether he was seeing properly.

His eyes didn’t deceive him.

Before Vil stood a bright flame that certainly had bright, sparkling eyes and a mouth that was spilling random French words.

,,The flame is talking. I must take a break, I’m clearly going insane”

Vil muttered quietly, however the talking flame heard him and only chuckled in response.

,,Oh nonsense, my dear! I’m a demon. A demon who was forced to work for this good forsaken wizard”

The flame exclaimed, clearly excited that he finally had a chance to talk to someone else apart from Pendragon. He didn’t mind in the slightest shock written on Vil’s wrinkled face. Perhaps, it was too much for him in the span of one day.

,,I’m Rook! And you…Hmmm, let me think. Something is not right with you, isn’t it?”

The flame demon was quite perceptive as Vil remarqued. He opened his mouth to share with Rook that he had been probably cursed, yet no sound left his throat. Despite his many attempts, nothing seemed to work. Exasperated, he threw his weakened arms in the air, clearly giving up.

,,Oh, I see. You’ve been cursed”

Vil’s heart seemed to stop for a brief moment, as his form filled with desperate hope. Perhaps it was his chance to get his old appearance back. He nodded.

,,Can you undone it?”

Rook seemed to ponder over Vil’s shy question that was filled with anxiety mixed with excitement.

,,Bien sûr! However, nothing is free in this world…”

Rook’s voice trailed a second, his carbon eyes staring directly at Vil with anticipation and mischief. Vil was suspicious. He hadn’t met many demons in his entire life, so he wasn’t sure how to talk to one. All he knew was the fact that they weren’t the most trustworthy creatures. One should be extremely careful while making a deal with a demon.

Vil wasn’t sure. He was aware what Rook was implying, yet he was hesitant. It wouldn’t be wise to strike a deal with a creature that could possibly betray you. However, from the rumors he had heard, he doubted that wizard Pendragon would be a better or safer option.

Perhaps, he could let them both try to find a remedy for this peculiar curse.

,,You want to make a deal with me, huh?”

,,You’re quite bright! I like you”

The demon responded, clearly happy with Vil accepting his implicit proposition.

,,I can turn you back to normal once I’m free. In order to liberate me from this misery, you’ll have to find the item Pendragon gave me when we first made a deal”

Vil raised one of his eyebrows questioningly. He was confused with the terms he had agreed to. Which item? It all sounded quite mysterious and more complicated than he had previously anticipated.

,,Which item?”

,,Malheureusement, I can’t really tell you that. The contract bounds me”

Rook explained, sighing heavily and Vil could only roll his eyes in annoyance. Great, so it was way harder after all. However, it wasn’t as if he had many options available to change his fate. Vil decided that he would think about it tomorrow. He had only heard Rook ranting about Pendragon’s vanity before he dozed off.

Vil was awakened by a scream.

Not a pleasant morning alarm.

,,YOU! How did you even get in here, old man?!”

The voice sounded extremely anxious, yet Vil could sense that it belonged to a young person who tried really hard to appear tough. If he wasn’t sleepy and still tired from the uncomfortable chair, he would probably scold this young man for calling him an old man. Even though, he was one.

Vil turned around and he saw a rather short guy who looked quite cute despite a scowl adorning his soft features. He had violent hair that contrasted with his pale skin and bright eyes. He was wearing his casual clothes and he appeared quite surprised and perplexed at the sight of Vil.

Quick, he had to quickly come up with a valid reason to stay here for a while.

Vil looked down at Rook who only shrugged his shoulders, clearly showing him that it was his problem to resolve. Looking around, he noted that Pendragon’s castle was in horrendous state. Never-ending piles of clothes were scattered all over the room; he could see dirty dishes that desperately needed to be washed. The whole ceiling was covered in spider webs and dust. Vil furrowed his eyebrows.

Wizard Pendragon truly was vile.

,,I’m wizard Pendragon’s new housekeeper”

Vil responded casually and confidently. He was manifesting that the guy standing before him buys his lie. Young man seemed to be engrossed in his thoughts for a brief moment, after hearing his declaration. He was muttering something quite quietly.

,,A housekeeper? I don’t think Y/n mentioned hiring someone…”

Violent-haired man eyed Vil suspiciously, before he shrugged his arms in defeat. Whatever. Y/n Pendragon was quite eccentric, so he supposed he shouldn’t be surprised if you ended up hiring someone to take care of this cluttered castle that desperately needed cleaning. Finally.

,,By the way, I’m Epel. I’m Y/n’s apprentice”

He introduced himself, so Vil quickly returned the gesture. Epel didn’t seem to mind him at all, quickly looking for some ingredients for breakfast. He supposed that since Rook let Vil inside, he couldn’t pose any real threat to him, so he could as well make a breakfast for them.

,,Where is Y/n?”

,,Oh, who knows that? Maybe they will return for breakfast…Or not, I’m not sure”

Epel responded, waving his hand dismissively. Great, Vil had no idea how long he would have to wait for you here. Epel found some bread in the drawer and began pouring himself and Vil some cold water.

,,Why won’t you eat some scrambled eggs with bacon?”

Vil suggested, his gaze fixated on deliciously looking bacon and eggs laying in the basket situated on a pile of books. Epel only laughed in response, before he glared at Rook who conveniently avoided his gaze.

,,Because, Rook here won’t let me! Only Y/n can cook on him”

We will see.

Vil reached a conclusion that he had suffered enough yesterday, chasing after that insolent castle and he deserved some fulfilling and delicious breakfast. He grabbed a frying pan and approached Rook menacingly. Epel only shook his head with pity, sure that certain fire demon would refuse.

,,Now, you insolent potato, you’re going to cook some eggs”

Vil’s firm and strict voice send a chill down Epel’s spine who was sure he was some old man who was quite chill. Rook shook his flame head, refusing to cooperate. A dreadful smile crept on Vil’s wrinkled lips that spelled a threat. He leaned down, whispering softly, making sure Epel didn’t hear their exchange.

,,Now, if you don’t cooperate, I will tell Y/n about our little deal and we will see what they do with this information”

Epel had never seen Rook complying so fast. He adjusted his flames in order to let Vil put his frying pan over his head. He could hear crystally clear Rook complaining about the situation, calling him an “old bully” and threatening to burn his breakfast, yet Vil paid him no attention. With a delighted smile on his face, he broke the shell of the egg.

Suddenly he felt a warm breath on his neck and silky strands of hair gently tickling his cheeks. A cold hand brushed against his, before it carefully snatched a frying pan from him. Vil could feel a presence behind him, so he turned on his heel only to face you.

Vil couldn’t utter a mere word, as his eyes widen.

It was you, standing dangerously close to him, offering him the same playful smile. Vil was sure he could recognize your jacket from miles.

,,My, my! Rook, you’re so obedient! Who would have thought?”

Your cheerful voice broke the silence between you two, as you began making the breakfast. You briefly glanced at Vil who was praying you wouldn’t recognize him, yet you made no remark before you turned your attention to flame demon.

,,I will prepare the breakfast, as I always do. Can you pass me the rest of the eggs?”

You asked Vil, not bothering to spare him another glance, as he only nodded in response fulfilling your command. While you seemed to bicker with Rook who was calling old man various remarks, he seemed to ponder over you.

Then, Vil connected the dots.

You being here could mean only one thing.

You were the wizard Pendragon who was the owner of Moving Castle and local tax evasion enjoyer who ate woman’s hearts. A chill went through Vil’s body who felt sick thinking about those rumors. It also meant that you were the person who saved him from the crowd of his fans and walked in the air with him.

,,Soooo, old boy, who are you exactly?”

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choitaeyang · 4 months

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[&TEAM] Fuma ☆ 23:46

☆ short fem!reader (sorry i wrote this for myself skdjflkjdsl) ☆ late night fluff, mention of anxiety ☆ 764 words ☆ Prompt: Fuma helping you fall asleep on a sleepless night.

You let out a loud yawn as you approach your boyfriend, both because you hope you can catch his attention and simply because you're sleepy. Unfortunately, the noise canceling headphones he’s wearing are working well, so the sound of your yawn and your approaching footsteps go unnoticed.

Fuma is immersed in a game and you know how upset gamers get when they're interrupted while they're focused, so you patiently wait until he wins or loses the round.

It doesn't take longer than a few minutes before you can finally take your chance. As a means to gain his attention, you decide to blow a breath of air on the back of his neck. His reaction isn't big but you can see him start a bit and you can guess that his heart stopped for a second. You don't even try to hide your laugh as he takes off his headphones and turns around in his chair with an exasperated look.

“I told you not to do that,” he complains but you feel no remorse and will definitely do it again.

“It's late and I’m sleepy,” you inform him instead, and take his hands into yours, tugging on them a bit.

What you want should be obvious and you know he knows it immediately, but maybe it's a small revenge for bothering him, he doesn't let you pull him up. “And?”

“And I need my hero to ward off the evil thoughts and make me comfy enough to fall asleep soon so I can have nice dreams.”

He’s not even trying to hide the indulgent smile blooming on his face at this, looking at you like you’re the most precious being in the universe.

“Alright, love, just give me a minute and I’ll be right there with you,” he promises, but at this point you’re really too tired and you didn’t lie when you implicitly said you were feeling a bit anxious, so the thought that you would have to go back to bed alone to wait until he finishes up and shuts everything down, doesn’t feel good at all.

After a few seconds of contemplation, you end up sitting sideways on his lap with your head resting in the crook of his neck. “I’ll wait here,” you mutter, eyes already closed.

Fuma instinctively holds you closer with his free hand to support you then starts drawing soothing patterns on your back. You’re not always this clingy so he knows that you probably tried to fall asleep alone but couldn’t, and that’s why you came to him. He also knows that you usually find it difficult to ask for help because you don’t want to bother him. Now that you’re fully relying on him, he wants to meet your expectations and take care of you properly. He really only takes a minute while he saves his progress in both his game and his work, then closes the tabs and shuts down the computer. As the screen goes dark, he presses a kiss on the crown of your head. “Let’s go to sleep, hm?”

His voice is soft like he’s actually asking if you’re already asleep or not, and if you are, he doesn’t want to wake you up.

You’re not yet asleep but you’re definitely on the border of dreamland. Everything is blurry and it’s not clear what is a dream and what is reality anymore. Your consciousness is half asleep and you don’t have the strength to open your eyes or move at all. With the final drops of your energy, you let out a barely audible mutter, “Take me to bed.”

Fuma feels like his heart is about to burst out of his chest from how adorable you are. Your sleepy voice is adorable, your curled up form in his arms is adorable, the way you trust him so much that you could fall asleep in seconds when you’re with him is adorable. Everything about you is just adorable.

He carefully adjusts your position in his arms so he’s holding you securely, then slowly stands up from the chair without disturbing you and carries you to the bed bridal style. There he lowers you on the mattress and pulls his hands away. You immediately turn to your side and curl up as if you’re missing the comforting warmth of him that helped you fall asleep. But before the subconscious thoughts become loud enough to wake you up again, you feel strong arms return and wrap around you, pulling you back into that warm embrace that makes you feel the safest in this world.

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stagpdf · 5 months

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01/01. decent. 1155 words. NSFW. @jegulus-microfic ft. lesbian jeg + top regulus

“Reg–fuck–Regulus, love, please.” James tries to close their thighs around Regulus’ head, but she keeps them firmly in place with her hands, spreading them out to allow her complete access to their cunt. Regulus moves her thumb back and forth along one of their thighs, feeling the coarse hair under the pad of her finger as she tries to soothe her girlfriend. There’s a slight twinge in her scalp as James tugs at her hair, pulling her face closer. “Feels so good, ‘m so close,” James slurs, their speech having long since lost its clarity.

Regulus taps their thigh twice in succession, their signal for James to know it’s okay for them to come whenever they’re ready. She keeps her mouth working at the same pace, years of being with James leaving her knowing exactly how to bring them to the edge, how to best bring them over. It would be their—well, Regulus actually isn’t sure how many orgasms James has already had by this point, but that hardly matters. What Regulus does know is that she’s been between their legs for hours now, and despite the soreness settling into her jaw and tongue, she’d stay right here for many hours more just to bring James any amount of pleasure.

It’s not much longer until James’ legs are shaking, their back arching off the bed as they hold Regulus’ face impossibly closer and let out a litany of moans. Once the waves of pleasure seem to subside, James is left panting and limp on the bed, weakly pushing at Regulus to get her off their clit.

“Hurts,” is all they say, looking dazed and only half-awake. Regulus moves to kneel between their still-spread legs, gently rubbing her hands along their still-shaking legs, providing some amount of comfort.

“Do you think you could take another one?” Regulus asks softly, “Rather, do you think you need it?”

It’s been ages since James has gotten a decent night of sleep. Whether it was them constantly tossing and turning, staying up until the early hours of the morning, or waking up after only a few hours, James hardly got more than a few hours of sleep for far too long. Regulus has tried her best to be supportive, but spending extra time in the gym, taking allergy medications, and anything else James tries hasn’t helped a bit. Even sex hasn’t been working to get them properly to sleep.z

So, Regulus decided she was going to help in the best way she knew how—give James as many orgasms as she possibly could until they couldn’t physically stay awake.

“You jus’ wanna fuck me,” James says, a grin tugging at the edges of their lips. Regulus smiles in return, her white teeth glinting in the low light of the bedroom.

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t mind,” she says, smiling wider when she succeeds in pulling a laugh out of James.

James hums as they reach an arm out, motioning for Regulus to come closer. She climbs over their body, laying down so that they are chest-to-chest. James’ eyes flutter close for a moment as Regulus cards her fingers through their hair, lightly brushing through the sweat-soaked curls.

After a moment, James blinks their eyes open and says, “I think I could do with one more.” They bite their lip in a failed effort to conceal another grin.

“Oh, could you?” Regulus teases, pecking a kiss onto James’ lips and climbing off the bed to fetch her favorite strap, “Don’t worry, Jamie, I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll have no choice but to sleep for ten hours minimum.”

She rummages through the top left drawer of their dresser—a place they both determined was far more convenient than a box under the bed or hidden away in the closet—and finds the dildo and harness with ease. James watches as she puts everything into place, the pupils dilating and swallowing the brown of their irises as their arousal picks up again.

“Mhm, I know you will,” they mumble, attention entirely on Regulus.

Climbing back onto the bed, Regulus moves James’ legs apart once more and settles between their thighs. They’re absolutely soaked, wet and ready for her to fuck them past the point of coherency.

“Ready, baby?” Regulus asks, lining herself up.

“Yeah,” James breathes, moaning as Regulus pushes inside, bottoming out in a single thrust. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

James’ moans pick up as Regulus starts to fuck them, setting a brutal pace from the start. As she fucks them, she admires how stunning her girlfriend looks like this—fucked out from the hours of oral and countless orgasms they’ve already had, lips red and shiny from being bitten, the way their chest scars stand out from their skin, the way their legs are spread open just for her. Everything about James is absolutely perfect and Regulus wouldn’t trade them for the world; nothing compared to the way she felt with them.

Regulus rubs Jamesz’ clit in time with her thrusts, giving them absolutely no reprieve from the onslaught of sensation.

“Reg—shit, just like that—love, ‘m already close, lemme come? Please?” James begs, blinking up at her, their wide brown eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Just a little bit longer, I know you can take it,” Regulus responds. James goes to speak again, no doubt to continue begging, but breaks themself off with a loud moan as Regulus changes her angle slightly and starts thrusting even harder. She keeps rubbing her fingers on their clit, making it nearly impossible for James to hold themself back.

James squirms; their hips jerking both to meet Regulus’ thrusts and to press up against her fingers. Their begging picks up again, broken up by strings of curses.

Regulus leans over them, their faces hardly an inch away, and says, “Are you going to make it? Are you going to be good for me Jamie?”

James whimpers, multiple fat tears finally falling from their eyes. “Please, ‘m trying so hard to be good but I can’t—I need to come, please let me come.”

Regulus moves her head so that her lips just barely brush against their ear. “Okay, baby,” she whispers, “Go on, come for me.”

James’ whole body jerks, their head thrown back, lips open in an ‘o’, and their legs shaking. They let out a near-scream, eyes rolling to the back of their head as the waves of pleasure course through them. Soon after, they fall back to the bed, their body boneless and limp.

Regulus is sure to be careful as she pulls out, but James still whines softly at the emptiness they now feel. Taking a moment to admire her girlfriend once more, Regulus undoes the harness before climbing off the bed. She takes one look back at James, their eyes closed and rapid breathing beginning to slow down.

By the time Regulus gets back from the bathroom with towels, James is fast asleep.

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wayfayrr · 2 months

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If requests for Tears are still open I'd like to request him comforting reader.

Not the reader is crying and needs comfort type of thing. More like reader is kinda just shutting down a bit and stops working properly that day kind of thing, if you get what I mean. And as he is so caring maybe he'd make a flowercrown for reader? Or prepare their favourite meal? Just being supportive you know? Or whatever you imagine him to do!

Please and thank you. If you don't want to do it just delete it.

of course anon, I hope you're doing alright and if you ever want to talk to someone my dm's are open. <3

But this got a bit longer than I originally planned reaching just about 1K words but I tried to show how caring he can be

With how long we’ve been walking now, it shouldn’t be long till we settle down and make a camp for the evening although it’s not like I’ve got the best sense of time right now. We could have been moving for only half an hour and I wouldn’t be surprised without a clock. I've always been a bit time blind.

“[na]- wh… -op”

Is someone shaking my shoulder? We’re still moving aren’t we, did they spot something to show m-

“Where are you trying to go- [name] you just kept walking even when all of the others stopped and started settling down, it’s like you weren’t all there.”

“We stopped already?”

He looks so concerned, his eyes are already watering and although with anyone else it’d seem manipulative but with him? He doesn’t even know that he’s crying most of the time.

“Yeah, Wild’s even got a fire going but you just kept moving, what’s going on, you haven’t been hit by something have you? Nothing that’s made you feel weird?”

I didn’t do as good a job of hiding it as I thought; if tears has been able to see that something’s wrong then…

“Please, I don’t know what’s hurt you so much but I and the others are all here for you. You don’t have to bury everything and deal with whatever it is alone.”

“I-”

“Come back to camp with me though? We don’t have to talk but I, well I don’t really want to leave you on your own right now.”

Looking down, I’m greeted with a held out hand, he’s leaving it up to me to take it or not. Granted it’s not like there’s a situation I wouldn’t. It’s incredible how quickly he laces our fingers together when I took it though, the grin on his face as he does it making me feel a little fuzzy too.

“I’ve got plenty of ingredients, if there’s anything you want I’ll make you it, or we can sit by the fire, or we could go sit somewhere separate to talk for a bit? Whatever you want, just say the word.”

“Could, can we just go be alone for a bit… I -sigh- I don’t think I wanna be around the others right now.”

Not even a word had to be said as he nodded; gently running his thumb over the back of my palm. Leading us away with just a tilt of his head to the rest cluing them into what he’s doing. Next thing I know he's tugging me to sit next to a new campfire? When did that - am I really zoning out this badly consistently? He isn't treating me like there's something wrong with me though, he's just… here. Giving me the options for what I want to do, what I'm comfortable to share; it's nice.

Sitting down next to him feels natural, leaning onto him even more so as he rests his arm around me reaching for my hand to trace lazy circles on it.

“What can I make for you then [name], I heard you talking about pizza not really being a thing here but… well I’ve had it a couple of times so if you want I can make you some, or I’ve got some stored away so you could have that while we talk?”

“There a reason why you keep so much in your pad?”

“I well I… It's well… I keep it for times like this, if anyone needs a pick-me up quickly and since you've talked about pizza so much I thought that it'd be the best one to keep for you! I still don't know your favourite food so I just thought, until I learn your favourites, this would work.”

The nervousness in his voice is kind of endearing, the fact that he’s put so much thought into comforting someone he’s known for barely a week even more. He is a link though, so the fact that he’s a good person shouldn’t be all that surprising to me, not when I’ve both seen how the others act and played through his game myself. It’s different being able to live through it though, that’s for certain. It’s so comfortable here though; I can almost feel my eyelids drooping.

“I’ll get you something, I don’t think you’ve eaten today with how little you were here so you really should have something before you fall asleep sundelion.”

“Mhm, guess you have a point.”

“I've been worried about you you know? I know I probably don't have much right to be seeing as we haven't known each other all that long but I want you to know I really do care about you and that between me and the others you don't have to deal with whatever is bothering you alone.”

“It’s just thoughts, ‘m not exactly sure how to explain them.”

“Well, I won’t push, if you don’t want to share then you don’t have to. I’m not going to force you to do anything either way, just remember that I’m here if you ever figure out how to explain it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, whenever you want.”

“Think I’m just gonna lie here for a bit before I decide.”

That seemed to reward me with a gentle nudge and a tiny - near unnoticeable - frown, not that I really know what caused… Oh, right, he said he thought it best that I eat something didn’t he? I shouldn’t be all that surprised he’s handing me a plate of food.

“You don’t have to have it after all, I’m not even entirely sure it’s something you like. If it isn’t though I can make you something else!”

“No, no this is lovely. I can’t remember how long it’s been since I’ve had something like this, I wouldn’t want to be a burden to you.”

“You aren’t, I can promise you that.”

“But you’re doing all of this when I bet you’re tired too.”

“And you’re forgetting that I was the one who decided to do this, and even if you ever were a ‘burden’ you would be one I would forever choose to carry.”

#he is soft #if a bit permanantly teary eyed #he will cry at the slightest emotion #moss✦writes #linked universe x reader #link x reader #totk link x reader #totk x reader #lu tears

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