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yeonjuns-beanie · 1 year

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Don't You Want Me?

warnings:18+, unprotected sex, jealous hongjoong, roommate au, face grabbing, roughish sex, lusty bitches, mutual pining, idiots in love, hair pulling, overstim, oral ( m & f receiving), lil possessive nothing crazy but im feeling disgusting lol, pussy slapping( once..), dirty talk, spit play,

summary: You and Hongjoong have been roommates for a while and friends for even longer. Over time he’s realized his feelings for you and now they can't be ignored. He asks you to accompany him to a release party hoping to find it within him to tell you his truths. When you get a little too close for comfort with one of his members, he decides how he’ll finally tell you.

word count: 7.4k (my bad ;-;)

a/n: this is my first time attempting Ateez, so I hope I did okay! i love feedback good or bad. also our requests are open if interested! have a great day everyone :3 ~nero

Your eyes slowly blinked open as you awoke to the sun peaking through your blinds and exasperated groans coming from across the hallway. Forcing your body to sit up, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and begrudgingly removed yourself from your warm sheets. Walking across the hall you opened up Hongjoong’s door.

“What’s with all the noise?”

He almost didn’t notice your presence, but with the sudden extra light coming in through the door he looked up. You jutted your head forward, raising your eyebrows waiting for his response. He clicked the spacebar on his computer pausing the track he was working on.

“Huh?”

You rolled your eyes.

“I said, what’s with all the noise? I could hear you groaning in my sleep. Damn near woke me up.”

“Well, it’s almost noon so you need to be up anyway. But to answer your question, I can’t layer these tracks the way I’m hearing them in my head.”

You walked into his bedroom sitting on his bed, not wanting to stand in the doorway anymore. He turned around to face you and you pointed towards his computer motioning for him to play the track. He took his headphones out of the input and turned up the master volume on his computer. You closed your eyes listening to the track.

This was something that happened often between the two of you. Hongjoong would get frustrated with a track and you’d come in and offer your opinion cutting away at some of the edge he was feeling. As you listened to the demo he was working on you caught on immediately to the hiccup he was talking about.

“Pause..go back like 5 seconds.”

As he clicked back to where you said you let the audio play through before you told him to stop the track again. Humming the instrumental to yourself, you started thinking about how you would construct the section.

“You might not like it but what I would do is allow a little bit more space before the riser. And then maybe do some low pitch snare hits at the beginning of the riser. Right now I think there’s just too much going on and that’s why it’s not coming together.”

He turned back around in his chair and input the changes you said and rolled the track back a little bit to hear the difference. Lightly moving his head with the beat he paused the track again and turned back to you.

“How do you do it?”

“It’s 'cause I’m not the one staring at it from scratch. I’m not as frustrated with it.”

He nodded his head and swiveled the chair back around to save the file.

“I agree this sounds better but I still think something is missing. Thank you, for your help though.”

“Anytime. You know I’m right down the hall.”

You heard his laptop close and gathered yourself up from the bed.

“Can’t imagine you’ve eaten yet, wanna go grab something for lunch?”

He nodded and you went back into your room to begin getting ready. As you finished your morning routine, you walked out of the bathroom to make the change from pajamas to whatever you were planning to conjure up for an outfit. As you brought your head up from facing the floor, you felt your heart drop to your stomach and your heart skip a beat.

Hongjoong was perched perfectly on the edge of your bed watching you finish your routine.

“Jesus! Scared the shit outta me Joong. Also, get out, I have to get dressed.”

Hongjoong looked up at you, eyes lazy with intent and thoroughly unamused.

“After all these years, you still kick me out. Have you no shame?”

“Shut up, I’ll be done in a second.”

You smiled to yourself as you shook your head trying to rid yourself of the feelings bubbling back up again. It was horribly cliche, but you had a suffocating crush on your best friend. You’d never utter a word to him about it for fear of losing him or at the very least ruining the years of friendship that you created.

Jumping into your jeans, you wiggled the rest of the fabric over your hips and secured the button. You settled on a top that did wonders for your chest, rounding out your boobs and cinching your waist most slightly. Grabbing a sweater from off your floor, you sprayed yourself with perfume before heading out into the main room where Hongjoong was scrolling on his phone.

He heard your footsteps before you could come and leer over his shoulder, but if you were quick enough you would've caught him staring at a picture of the both of you. If you could read minds, you would've been privy to the extensive fairytale life he was imagining with you. As you came over, he swiped out of his photos and locked his phone.

“Ready?”

“Mhmm. Where should we go?”

Furrowing his brow, he thought about all of the food options near your apartment.

“Why don’t we go to that cute cafe down the street?”

“Oh yeah! I’ve been seeing people post all about it. It looks really cute and the food looks good.”

Nodding you both headed towards the door and began the walk to the cafe. As you guys followed the gps on your phone, you almost missed the cafe. It was hidden in plain sight. There was no real sign designated where it was, but when you stumbled in front of it you opened the comically large door to the inside. As you walked in you were met with a cottagecore dream. It was cute and cozy and you could see why everyone had been obsessed with it lately.

You guys ordered and were waiting in front of the cashier to finish typing everything in. Reaching into your purse you got ready to put your card to the reader, which had Hongjoong smacking your hand.

“Stop that.”

“But you always pay.”

“As I should y/n.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line, knowing that you weren’t gonna win this time. On occasion, you were able to get him back, but he always seemed to beat you to the reader. As the cashier handed him the receipt, he told you guys that your order would be called out over the speaker in a few moments. Thanking Hongjoong timidly, you guys walked around the cafe looking for a place to sit. Settling on two chairs and a table situated under some fairy lights, you guys got comfortable.

Leaning forward on the table, you rested your chin on your hands.

“Soooo, whatcha thinking about.”

Hongjoong smiled at you lightly, a barrage of sirens sounding in his head at how cute you looked sitting across from him. If anyone on the outside were to see you two, they would easily assume that you were dating. The way you both looked at each other was so obvious you couldn’t miss it on the outside, but for some stubborn reason neither one of you could see it on the other.

Hongjoong leaned forward coming closer to you.

“Funny you should ask. I’ve been meaning to ask you this but it always left my mind.”

You raised your eyebrows, silently telling him to go on.

“So, you know how we have that release party coming up?”

You nodded, eyes layered with curiosity. Now was the time. He had been mulling over this for weeks now and it was either now or never he had to ask.

“I was thinking about it and we’re all allowed a plus one…and I would like that to be you.”

“Oh, word?”

You tried your best to seem unphased and that this would be just another ordinary outing with him, but your heart was accelerating thinking about all of the possible what-ifs of attending with him.

“Yeah. I would love for you to be there. You know you’re always there to help me out when I need it and I think it would be the perfect time to show you off.”

“Show me off?”

Your eyebrow raised, wondering what he meant by that comment. Even though there was a line of friendship between you two, it still felt nice to hear.

“Well not like show you off, ‘casue obviously were not dating but like you come up all the time and I think it would be a perfect time for the guys to meet my mini producer.”

You rolled your eyes at the compliment suddenly feeling a bit of imposter syndrome set in.

“Oh come on, you give me too much credit.”

“But you help me so much and I mean that. I’d probably be bald if I didn’t have you around.”

You paused pretending to think about your answer.

“I’d love to.”

His name was called over the speaker and he went to go grab the tray of food. As he walked away, you were fighting the biggest grin running over his words over and over. When he came back over, your stomach made its presence known with a heavy growl. You guys began to eat making mindless conversation. Everything was just so easy between you two.

As you guys were finishing up, his phone rang. Silently asking him you cleaned up the table setting the tray in its return spot. As you came back to the table he was shoving his phone back into his pocket.

“What’s up?”

“Oh nothing, they just need me at the studio to run over what’s gonna happen for the release party.”

“Oh okay, so I guess I’ll see you a little bit later?”

“Yeah, I hate to leave you but-”

“-It’s okay Joong, I need to go shopping now anyway.”

You guys began walking out of the cafe continuing your conversation.

“Shopping for what?”

“For the party genius, I don’t have anything to wear.”

Hongjoong paused, thinking about the array of outfits he’d seen you go out in before.

“Yes, you do.”

You looked at him a little confused which spurred him to continue.

“That black dress with the leg slit and the mesh center.”

He motioned towards his stomach talking about the last bit.

“But I thought you said you didn’t like that one?”

“Well, you’re gonna be with me so I can keep an eye out for you.”

There it was again. The ten thousand butterflies swarming your stomach. You knew his tendencies and how jealousy was just in his nature. He meant no harm by it, it was just that he cared about you deeply and didn’t want anyone to do you wrong. At least, that’s what he told himself to keep his sanity. He hated knowing others could gawk at you when you went out and he could do nothing about it.

“Okay you have point, and I do really like that dress.”

“So do I.”

“Shut up, you perv!”

“Hey! I’m just being honest.”

He held his hands up in defense.

“Well, anyways I still need to get some makeup but at least I don’t have to worry about an outfit.”

Hongjoong nodded to you and leaned in for a hug before pulling away in the opposite direction.

“Alright, I’ll see you later tonight. Be safe and text me when you get home.”

“I will.”

Smiling to yourself, you walked back towards your apartment, knowing that there was a drug store right around the corner. You didn’t need a lot you just really wanted a new lipliner. Before moseying over all of the colors, you started to think about what kind of makeup look you’d settle on. You picked up a deep brown liner and decided on indefinitely doing a bold red lip and you’d figure out the rest the day of.

Checking out, you walked back to your apartment, somewhat relieved to be back home. You were a homebody at heart no matter how much you claimed to love city life. Kicking off your shoes, you pulled out your phone to text Hongjoong.

Y/N: just got in

You didn’t get a response back but you did get a notification that he hearted the message. You grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and wandered into your bedroom to scroll on your phone. At some point, you felt your eyelids become heavy and you drifted off.

When you woke back up, your room was shrouded in darkness and the apartment was a little colder than usual. As you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, you heard the lock on the front door turn.

“Y/n/n, you home?”

“In here.”

Your voice scratchy and your throat dry from just waking up. You saw the light in the main room flick on and heard him shuffle into your room and he switched on the overhead light in your room.

“Turn that shit off bro, it is so bright.”

“Aw did princess just wake up from her nap.”

You looked at him with narrowed eyes and huddled more underneath your blankets.

“As a matter of fact, I did. And now I’m cold and hungry.”

Hongjoong crawled up on your bed and snuck under the sheets with you wrapping his body around yours, letting his head rest on your shoulder.

“You know, body heat is the best way to warm up.”

“And so is turning on the heat.”

“Okay lemme turn it on then.”

As he went to get up from the bed, stopped him by leaning back into him.

“No, don’t, the body thing is working. How was the studio stuff?”

Hongjoong smiled to himself, and with him behind you, you couldn’t see how wide it was beginning to spread.

“It was alright. A little stressful but we got everything figured out.”

You nodded and you nuzzled more into him. You turned your head to face him as best you could.

“By the way, when is the release party again?”

“Tomorrow.”

You whipped your head around, eyes wide, dramatizing your reaction to his answer.

“Well, at least you told me today, might’ve had a stroke if you told me tomorrow.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“You love it.”

You were cut off by your stomach growling against Hongjoong’s hand that was resting against it. You both laughed as you looked at each other completely surprised by how loud it was. As you went through your list of options you both decided that it would be more satisfying to cook something at home. Hongjoong got out of your bed first and as you heard the clanging of pots in the kitchen you found yourself wandering after him. As you guys helped each other with dinner, you couldn’t help but relish in the domestic feeling you were feeling with him. Unbeknownst to you, he was feeling the exact same thing. Finishing up cooking you guys decided on something to watch before eating in comfortable silence.

You excused yourself to go through your night routine. When you finished you walked back out to the main room and noticed Hongjoong wasn’t in there anymore. Shuffling to his room, you peeked through his cracked door and saw him posted up in front of his computer again, his headphones sitting around his neck.

“You need help with anything?”

He looked up at you with such a soft look you couldn’t help but fall even deeper into the grave you were digging.

“Huh? No, I’m okay actually. Thanks for checking in.”

“Okie, I think I’m gonna head to bed.”

“See you in the morning.”

He smiled at you before putting his headphones back on. You gently shut his door and walked down the hall to your room where you snuggled up against your stuffed animals and fell into a deep sleep quickly.

When you woke up the next morning, your stomach was in knots suddenly nervous with the idea of meeting the rest of his members and attending the party in general. As you opened your phone you finally saw the time and almost flew out of the bed. Opening your door you saw Hongjoong fixing himself something to eat.

“What time do we have to leave tonight?”

“Like 5ish, why?”

You finally took a regulated breath and calmed yourself down. Pulling yourself out of the panicked state that you found yourself in fresh out of sleep.

“Okay good. You know I need 7 years to get ready, I thought I woke up way too late.”

“You should eat something before you make yourself go crazy in the bathroom though.”

Agreeing you fixed yourself some cereal and then waddled back into your bedroom flopping on your bed, the task of getting ready seemed so incredibly daunting now that you had to do it. You checked the time and it was only 1:30pm. Giving yourself half an hour to dick around, you figured you could get ready in three hours.

Once your precious thirty minutes expired, you groaned the entire way into the bathroom. After brushing your teeth, you turned on the shower gathering all your necessary products. Grabbing your face wash last and throwing on a shower cap, you begin the extensive process that was showering. After you finish your shower, you moisturized your body, and put on your undergarments and a dressing robe.

Before starting your makeup, you grabbed your speaker from your bedroom, turned on some music, and started the painstaking process of making sure your entire face was symmetrical. Deciding on a smokey liner for your eyes, you made sure everything was even.

Before you knew it, the sky outside began to change colors, the hues reflecting into your room turning much warmer than when you started getting ready. You checked your phone and the time read 4:32pm. You took a breath realizing that you still had time. Lining your lips and filling them in with your favorite red lipstick, you rubbed them together, blending the two products. Satisfied with your look you slipped off your robe and left it on the bathroom floor.

Sliding through your racks of hangers, you found the dress you were looking for. Heading back into the bathroom you slipped into the dress, fighting with the fabric as you pulled it over your hips. As you pulled the straps up over your shoulders, you situated your boobs so that they sat higher creating the perfect cleavage. You played with the slit on the dress cinching it a little higher up your leg.

You gave yourself a once over, loving the way the dress hugged your curves before heading back into your room to grab your jewelry pieces. You settled on a small, silver Cuban link necklace that Hongjoong gifted you for your birthday one year, small dangly silver earrings, and a few rings adoring your fingers. Grabbing a clutch and your black, pointed pumps from your closet, you sat in the main room waiting for Hongjoong to come out.

As you sat on the couch he called out for you.

“Y/n! Are you ready?”

“Yup! Just gotta slip my shoes on.”

As you wiggled your feet into your heel, you heard Hongjoong’s shoes clicking from the hallway. He was clad in a pair of ripped blue jeans, a white dress shirt, and a black and white cropped and frayed jacket. You thought he was attractive before but staring at him dressed up had you at a loss for words. When he lifted his head from the floor and his eyes landed on your figure, he couldn’t help but widen his eyes and be in awe of you. If he wasn’t completely smitten with you before, he surely was now.

“You, you look great Y/N.”

“Can say the same for you Joongie.”

He felt his heart melt. Whenever you called him that he couldn’t help but be whipped for you, he wanted you all for him and now he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to share you with everyone else. His thoughts were running wild with nothing but you in them. Your voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Should we get going?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

Walking to the parking lot by your apartment, Hongjoong opened the passenger door for you before letting himself in. The drive to the venue was a little silent except for the music coming through his speakers. You were wracked with nerves and were honestly a little more than nervous about the event.

“Y/n, why are you so nervous?”

“Wha-, I’m not nervous!”

“You’ve been silent the whole ride, cmon I know you.”

You sighed, knowing you wouldn’t be able to hide your feelings.

“I don’t know, I guess I just don’t wanna mess anything up for you.”

He looked over at you as he pulled into the venue parking lot.

“Everything is gonna be fine. Besides, when have you ever messed anything up for me?”

“Well, there was that one time-

“-Something serious.”

You were silenced knowing he was right. You took another breath and didn’t even realize Hongjoong had already come to open your door.

“Thank you.”

As you walked to the entrance, Hongjoong had his hand on your lower back keeping you close to him. Walking into the building, there were neon lights everywhere, an array of people, Ateez’s music blasting through the overhead speakers, and of course, you picked out immediately the seven other men you were destined to meet. San noticed Hongjoong first, waving his hand to come toward the group.

You had a large grin on your face, masking your conglomerate portrait of emotions.

“Hongjoong! And I’m assuming this is the special lady we’ve all been hearing about?”

You held your hand out towards San and introduced yourself.

“Y/n, it’s nice to meet you!”

San gently moved your hand away and pulled you into a hug.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you! Hyung here is constantly talking about you.”

Whom you would later find out was Wooyoung, made his presence known by shouting over the music and commenting on how you looked next to his friend.

“Hongjoong! You didn’t tell us she was taller than you too!”

You smiled and chuckled to yourself, feeling slight steam come off of Hongjoong.

“It’s just my shoes!”

San dragged you to the rest of the group to introduce you to everyone to which you realized you had nothing to worry about. All of them were so inviting and greeted you with a near bone-crushing hug. There was someone who stuck out from the rest though.

Seonghwa.

The way his gaze lingered on you, you noticed it from when you walked in and when you were pulled so close to him, his touch loitered on your skin a little bit longer from the rest.

You had to admit everyone single one of them was attractive in their own right and perhaps this is exactly what you needed to get over your little massive crush on your best friend. As the night went on, you got along with everyone so smoothly. The conversation never seemed to have an end.

Every time you spoke though you found Seonghwa’s eyes fixated on you, something Hongjoong noticed as well. You looked around for the bar, desperate for some alcohol in your system to maybe find some courage to approach his leering gaze with the same confidence. Seonghwa noticed this and came closer to you leaning to your ear so he didn’t have to shout.

“You want to go grab a drink?”

“Uh yeah actually. Joong do you want anything?”

Hongjoong’s eyes were cold as he looked towards Seonghwa but softened his expression as best as he could as he turned back to you.

“Yeah, I’ll just come with you guys.”

As you three went to get up Yunho grabbed Hongjoong’s attention.

“Hyung! Wait. We have to go over that prompt before you do anything. You have to give that speech here in a moment.”

His shoulders hunched coming to terms that he had to do his job first before catering to his bubbling emotions. You turned back to him before walking off with Seonghwa to the bar.

“You want your usual?”

He nodded and you and Seonghwa made light conversation over to the bar while you were waiting for the drinks to be made. When the conversation died down a bit, Seonghwa felt that this was the perfect moment to ask.

“So I have to know, are you and Hongjoong a thing? Or is that just him being possessive?”

“It’s definitely just him being him. Ever since we met he’s always been a little bit protective of me. But to answer your question, no we’re not together.”

“He definitely acts like your his.”

“Yeah no, just friends.”

He nodded leaving the conversation there and with perfect time all three of the drinks were finished as well. You walked back to where everyone was congregating and gave Hongjoong his drink. His gaze was still hard but you couldn’t quite figure out why. The music faded out and a light targeted its way to where all of Ateez was sitting. Hongjoong gave his speech and you were nothing but enamored with him.

The way the light was hitting his face, his outfit, the way he carried himself with such elegance talking about his pride and joy. As you were standing off to the side soaking him in, Seonghwa was doing the same thing with you. Drinking you in with every second that he could. When Hongjoong finished his speech, the music faded back in and you looked back over toward the group. Seonghwa with his newfound information about your single status had to seize this opportunity.

As Hongjoong was preoccupied with his members, Seonghwa sneaked off to you.

“Wanna dance?”

“Sure, why not?”

He pulled you down to the dance floor where some other people had the same idea. Feeling the music you swayed with the beat and smiled up toward Seonghwa. As the song faded out, you finished your drink and told him you were going to go grab another. He followed you not wanting to leave you alone. As you guys walked back to the main floor you continued dancing with each other. Seonghwa leaned down to you again.

“You know he’s in love with you right?”

His comment caught you off guard and you sipped your drink.

“What do you mean?”

“If you were to see him from my angle…he wishes he could strike me down right now.”

“Wait turn me so we swap spots, I want to see.”

You did just that but Seonghwa made sure to add a little extra to your turn. When your eyes spotted where the group was sitting you saw how silent Hongjoong was. The way his gaze was now directed towards the both of you.

He was pissed.

You almost felt bad but at the same time, you desperately begged any god that was listening that this would pan out in your favor.

“Wrap your hands around my neck.”

You furrowed your brows

“Just do it.”

In beat with the song that was playing you slowly wrapped your arms around his neck.

“My next question is, do you feel the same way about him? And I already know the answer I just wanna see if you’ll lie to me.”

Seonghwa smirked at you.

“So much so that it’s excruciating to think about.”

As the two of you swayed you talked about your crush.

“Well Y/n, looks like this is your lucky night, 'cause here he comes.”

You felt a hand grace your back and you turned around to face Hongjoong. He tried his damnedest to hide his hardening feelings from you because they were truly directed at Seonghwa.

“I’m not feeling too well I think we should head home.”

“Oh! Okay, do you need me to do anything.?”

He shook his head and you sucked down the rest of your drink throwing the cup in the nearest trashcan.

“Let me just say goodbye to everyone.”

You walked over to the rest of the boys hugging everyone goodbye. When you went to hug Wooyoung, he pulled you a little closer so he could whisper in your ear.

“Hope you know your man is pissed and I hope you get the best sex out of this.”

Your mouth hung open, surprised by his boldness. You pulled away from him lightly smiling.

“He’s not my man Woo.”

“Well, he’s been acting like it! Good luck y/n.”

He laughed and you suddenly felt your nerves settle in your stomach as you walked back over to Hongjoong. Hugging Seonghwa goodbye and began to walk off with Hongjoong.

“Don't forget to text me y/n/n!”

You turned around and waved towards Seonghwa, confused for only a moment before you understood that he was egging Hongjoong on. Hongjoong picked up his speed and borderline was pulling you out of the venue. When you got to the car he opened the door for you but the drive was viciously silent. His knuckles were gripping against the steering wheel turning a forced shade of white.

His breathing was heavy and slow and you felt like if you said anything it would be like poking a stick at an angry bear. You couldn’t bear the silence anymore though so you spoke up.

“Joongie…are you okay?”

He didn’t answer you. You were only a few minutes away from home so when he pulled into the apartment complex you felt a bit of relief knowing you wouldn’t have to have that question linger in the air.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what I did to upset you but whatever it was I’m sorry.”

The air was heavy, suffocating even. Your timid voice dissipated immediately into the tension he was spewing into the air. He got out of the car and walked around to open your door, but started walking a bit ahead of you. You both stepped into your apartment door and you let him in first, locking the door behind you both as you took off your shoes.

“That’s what you call it?”

You almost didn’t hear him, but you didn’t want to make him more upset by having him repeat himself. You didn’t have to ask though, the time you took to respond had him wired up enough.

“I said, that’s what you call it? Not knowing whatever it was.”

“Joongie I can’t know what you're so upset about if you don’t tell me.”

“Don’t ‘Joongie’ me and don’t act like you don’t know. You let him all over you all night and I just had to sit there and watch!”

You paused.

“This is about Seonghwa?”

“No, it’s about Jongho, c’mon y/n you’re smarter than that.”

His tone was frustrating you to no end. He was chastising you for no real reason. It wasn’t like you were dating so why was he treating you as such? You loved him you knew that much but every time someone so much glanced at you, you had to deal with some sort of small outburst like this.

“Joong it’s not like we’re dating, I don’t understand why this is bothering you so much.”

“Because you’re mine y/n! You’ve always been mine! And every time I have to sit back and watch you possibly find the feelings that I feel for you in someone else it drives me up the fuckin wall. I can’t stand seeing you with someone else and I-”

“-Hongjoong I-”

“No! Let me finish. If I have nothing at least I can have the peace of knowing that you finally know.”

Your heart was in your ears. You felt like you were underwater and slowly watching yourself begin to drown. He was confessing and you didn’t know whether to feel overjoyed or scared at the thought that everything you wished for was happening at such an intensity.

“And I love you. I can’t watch you hold somebody else when I love you with a passion that suffocates me while I sleep. If you don’t feel the same way, I understand but I can’t keep living without you knowing.”

Now it was your turn to be silent. You stared at him like a deer in headlights unable to form a response for him.

“Well don’t just stand there, say something! Please.”

You went to open your mouth but nothing came out.

“Oh, fuck it.”

Hongjoong walked over to you, clearing the short distance that was between you two. His hands encased your face and his lips covered yours. Your eyes blew wide for only a second before relaxing completely into his touch. You returned the kiss with equal fervent, curling your nails into the nape of his neck. His kiss became more urgent and he bit at your lip pulling it with him as he pulled away.

He looked at you trying to read your features. Your eyes were glistening with a mixture of lust and love and there was heat you could feel rushing to your face as you gazed back at him. Lust was evident in his eyes but none of the hardness that he was harbouring earlier. He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Don’t you want me?”

His tone was pleading, his eyebrows curling upwards. Everything about him begging to hear a similar response from you. When you finally spoke his heart began to beat again.

“Hongjoong, I’ve wanted you since I met you and I don’t know how you missed all my signs. But I swear if you don’t take me now I’ve got a text message to send.”

He grabbed your hand and dragged you down the hallway into his bedroom. He pulled your body close to his once again, pressing his lips firmly against yours. His hand fingered its way through your hair and he grabbed a fistful of it. A weak moan left your mouth and he pulled you away from his.

“I don’t ever want to hear you say his name again.”

You carded your hands through his Styx colored hair, smirking up at him.

“Make me forget it then.”

It wasn’t a growl, but it was a sound that reverberated in the depth of his chest before he pushed you onto the bed. You scooted more towards the center of the bed as Hongjoong crawled over you. His lips attacked your jawline, trailing down to your neck where he began sucking crimson marks distinctive to him, claiming you for anyone to see.

His hands traveled down to your breasts and he played with your nipples through the fabric of your dress as he continued his assault on your skin.

“Hongjoong please.”

“Oh, now you wanna beg me? What happened to that text message, hmm?”

“I don’t, I just want you. Only you. Please.”

He chuckled against the space where your neck and shoulders connect, the warmth of his breath sending goosebumps up your body. He raised himself on his hands looking you in the eyes. His hand came up to caress your face, his thumb grazing across your bottom lip. You opened up your mouth so that his thumb slipped in and you began sucking on it. Your eyes glazed over in lechery. Your hands trailed down his body and rested on the hem of his jeans, hooking your fingers into his belt loops bringing him closer.

He removed his thumb from your mouth and went back to teasing your nipple. You whined, attempting to writhe your body against him.

“Open.”

It took you a second to register his words, but you looked up at him with wondrous eyes and opened your mouth slowly.

“Wider.”

Nothing would’ve prepared you for the wad of spit he aimed in your mouth nor the asphyxiating grip your pussy reacted with. You swallowed without any command and opened your mouth again for another take.

“Wanna know how I know you’re mine? I didn’t have to tell you to do that. You’re just filthy enough to take whatever I want to give you, isn’t that right, baby?” The pet name had you squirming. The ring it had coming from his mouth had you wanting to cling to him for the rest of time. He snaked down your body and bunched up the skirt of your dress so he could easily remove you from your underwear. He dragged his finger between your slit, gathering not even a fraction of your arousal. The pad of his finger gently swiped over your clit and your body jumped due to the sensitivity.

“Aw, is my girl a little sensitive?”

You mewled out, words not forming correctly in your mind.

“Is this all for me y/n?”

“Mhmm”

You writhed against him hoping that it was enough to satisfy him. The slap against your pussy led you to believe otherwise. You moaned out and pushed yourself to your elbows to look down at Hongjoong.

“I said, is this all for me?” “Yes, yes, yes! It’s all for you Joongie. Fuck it’s always you~ah!”

He swiped his tongue up your slit ringing your precious little bell with his hellish tongue. He pushed your legs further apart and his fingers toyed with your entrance.

“You want it?”

“Hongjoong, please! I want you to do whatever you want. Make me yours.”

You whined out finding it harder and harder to keep your composure. Hongjoong entered two fingers into your decadent cunt, your warmth wrapping around him like a tender blanket. His tongue kept a perfervid pace on your clit, bringing you dangerously close to your edge.

“Hongjoong, I-I’m gonna.”

You were panting, your words barely forming enough to be heard. Hongjoong took your affirmation and used it against you, pulling his fingers and his tongue away from your heat. You whined and writhed against him, in clear distress from the lack of him.

You got up and he pushed you back down with a searing kiss. The taste of you, tart and something faintly sweet on your tongue. You pushed back against him and you rolled him over so that he was lying on his back now. You kissed him on his jawline and bit at his ear, pulling gently at the skin. You moved off the bed and shimmied out of your dress, presenting all of your glory in front of him. You crawled back up on the bed and unbuttoned his pants pulling them down his legs.

“I want you in my mouth so bad.”

He lifted himself from the bed, removing his jacket and throwing it somewhere in his room. You fumbled with the buttons on his dress shirt, but you needed to see all of him. With the final button undone, he threw that behind the both of you and your attention was back on the bulge fighting against the fabric of his underwear.

Slowly pulling them down, you dropped them off the bed and eyeballed his length.

“Can I?”

“Don’t let me stop you, baby.”

You let a glob of spit fall onto his head before you licked him up from base to tip. Hollowing out your cheeks you found praise in the frequency of his moans. You twisted your tongue around his shaft as you bobbed up and down his length. When you looked up at him he was already staring you down.

“Fuck, y/n! You’re so good. You’re so so good.”

You picked up your pace, intent on making him cum and making him cum quick. His moans became louder almost turning into whines. He sucked the spit through his teeth and tried to calm himself down.

“Baby, baby, slow down I’m gonna cum.”

But you weren’t listening, you had no intent to. Hongjoong wrapped his hand in your hair and pulled you off of him.

“You don’t listen do you?” “Maybe you should teach me how.”

You smiled completely fucked out, your mouth swiped with saliva.

“Get on your back.”

His tone was domineering and you love every drop of it. He brought himself down to your nipple sucking on the tender skin. You moaned out needing more from him.

“Joongie, please. I need you inside of me. I need to know what you feel like.”

Your eyes were pleading, you truly needed nothing more in this moment. He lined himself up with your entrance before teasing you and sliding his hot and needy cock between your folds.

“Joong please, don’t tease me~ugh!”

He filled you up so nicely. You could feel every inch of him and the stretch you felt from his size was indescribably delicious. He started with long, slow strokes allowing you to feel every bit of him. Your hands found refuge on his back, your nails leaving red marks of ardor in their wake.

“More. I need more Hongjoong.”

He picked up his pace but it still wasn’t enough for you. You needed him to be rougher with you, you needed him to claim you and make you never forget where home was. You grabbed his face with both of your hands and forced him to look directly into your sex-blown eyes.

“Joong, I need you to fuck me like you mean it.”

Something in him broke. His dam of reservations crumbling with your words. He wanted to be sweet with you and forget about the earlier moments of the evening. But with every bratty comment that left your lips, he simply couldn’t. He flipped you on your hands and knees and began pounding you from behind. The cry that left your mouth was one of pure pleasure. You could feel him hitting the parts of you that made you insatiable.

The tip of his cock was bruising your g-spot leaving you in a sex drunken stupor.

“Who’s pussy is this?”

“You~ah!”

“Who’s pussy is this y/n? I’m not asking again”

“It’s your’s Hongjoong! Fuck it’s always been yours, baby.”

Tears were welling up in your eyes from the pleasure you were feeling.

“Hongjoong baby, I’m gonna cum!”

“Cream all over my cock baby, let me feel how good I make you feel.”

That’s all you needed to be sent over the edge. His cock was making you dizzy with lust and you didn’t know if you needed a rest or more of him. Hongjoong already made that decision for you though, fucking through and after your orgasm, wildly overstimulating you.

It was almost too much to handle and you started crawling away from his pistoning hips. Hongjoong grabbed your hips and pulled you even closer to his fiery drives of pleasure.

“Stop running. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To fuck you like I mean it.”

He leaned over you pressing your head into the mattress. His thrusts became more erratic and rougher and you could feel his cock begin to twitch against your seraphic walls.

“y/n, where do you want me?” “Fuckin hell, inside of me Hongjoong. I don’t wanna forget who I belong to. Fill me up please, Joongie.”

His cum shot out of him at a rate that even surprised him. It colored your walls, making its own rapturously beautiful painting. You were now his color and couldn’t ask for anything more. You flopped down on the bed, your body spent from the adrenaline you were banking on. Hongjoong kissed your cheek and spoke against your skin, his breath sending chills up your spine again.

“You’re mine, baby. Now, wait here, I’ll be right back.”

You didn’t plan on moving, completely spent from the moments prior. Hongjoong came back into the room with a warm cloth and cleaned you up as gently as he could. Not wanting to cause you any discomfort. He left the rag on the floor and climbed up next to you and you wrapped your body around him resting your head on his stomach.

“Say the words.”

He looked down at you.

“What words?”

“What do you want me to be to you?”

“My girl.”

You paused looking up at him giving him the most obvious of hints.

“Will you?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

You sat up and looked at Hongjoong.

“Are you hungry?”

“How’d you know?”

“Well, we didn’t really eat at the party or before we left and it’s now…11 at night.”

You both chuckled and you looked at him thinking of what would be open this late and still be good.

“Pizza?”

“Sounds good.”

“Okay, you order I’m gonna go pee.”

When you looked at yourself in the mirror you felt a sense of relief and pride wash over you. Your post-sex glow gave you something else to gawk at besides the fact that it was this timeline where you would get to be with the one person you thought you could never have.

#ateez smut #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #hongjoong smut #hongjoong fanfic #hongjoong imagines #hongjoong x reader #kpop smut #kpop imagines #kim hongjoong smut #kim hongjoong

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bloodykora · 8 months

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Thonking hard about Buggy and long haired Buggy especially. Like I don’t mind the stylistic choice in the LA but maaaaan, maaaaaaaan. There’s the obvious stuff like playing with his long hair and braiding it but my mind keeps going back to Head!Buggy and you and it’s just a bit of time to kill before you get anywhere and you were honestly just supposed to watch him so he doesn’t get snatched up by a seagull and something and you both agree this doesn’t mean ANYTHING (he’s gonna develop a soft spot for you and ONLY you out of all the straw hats immediatly), but it’s so damn boring out here and you have some hairties you found somewhere and just… You using Buggy’s head like a hairstyling toy and just braiding it for him or putting it into little buns, clipping it out of his face so it doesn’t get into his eyes etc.

Sanji passes you once and is about to say something but Buggy just gives him a glare that’s all „Got something funny to say punk?“ and he just shakes his head and moves on.

(You forget one tie in there before he reuinites with his body. A simple little thing with two skull beads. He initially keeps it because he actually feels it suites his style but he developes a fondness for this little thing in particular that he doesn’t allow himself to think about for to long)

This is so much longer then I thought it would be so I'm putting it under read more but like yes.

- No cause I absolutely agree, love his long gorgeous hair. I like to think his hair isn’t thin either, its a good mix of thickness but not to the point of curly. He’s got the nice ‘wave’ going. Did you know that in his hat, there are small braids in the hair coming out of it in the LA.

- It didn’t take long for Buggy to start complaining about the heat and it didn’t take you long to get fed up with his complaints

- You kept looking at how his blue hair kept draping over the side of the barrel he was on, and how his bandana has not moved a inch since he was taken out of the bag on the ship

- "Let me do your hair." "No." "Let’s continue then to sit in almost complete silence, would you like to play cards? Oh, wait. You have no hands. What about I Spy? I spy something blue."

- Just making fun of the his situation until he caves in to let you, he says to stop your whining but in reality he could really use the scalp massage

- Putting a crate behind the barrel or something so you can sit and do it. It’s softer than you had thought it would be, and you could see small braids near his bottom layers.

- "Did you do these?" "Huh? I can’t really see the back of my head, you gotta be more descriptive." Holding one of them out for him to see. "Oh yeah, adds a nice touch to the hat when I’m performing!"

- The shed though, his hair would shed so much. You’d be pulling blue hair strands out of your clothes for the rest of time. And they’d get everywhere on the ship too.

- You could hear him sigh in relief when you first start brushing through it, and you felt relieved knowing those knots have been eradicated.

- First thing you do is just a little bun so his neck could get some fresh air for once and then it evolves into the craziness.

- Buns, pigtails, high and low ponys, 1 braid, 2 braids, fishtails, french, dutch, braiding 2 pieces and then wrapping it around his forehead like a crown. Favourite would be doing 2 french braids at the top of his head til it's the bottom and then putting the hair tie there so it becomes a fancy low pigtail.

- "I can't believe how pretty you are with your hair, not very fair to the rest of us good sir." You joke out, meaning it though. "I've always been pretty!" You snort at his reply not knowing how warm his face had started feeling.

- Every pirate has a niche collection, yours? Your hair pin collection. To die for. You have been collecting hair clips and such for this exact occasion. Butterflies, wooden, yellow, purple, bobby pins, bows, ribbons, flowers. The whole works.

- Buggy even thinks about asking you to join his crew just for your hair decoration skills.

- One time you even trim his dead ends for him, and some of his front pieces to frame his face more.

- He got so used to it that if you didn’t approach him with a brush in hand first thing in the morning that he would start asking for you saying how he needed his royal brushing. (He’s totally not worried at all sometimes when you take too long, ha that would be. Ahem.)

- Sometimes he’d even doze off, but would swear he was just resting his eyes.

- A few times someone would stop to glance at you two but never intervene, except Luffy. He was always in awe. Sanji had voiced his concerns for you but never says anything in front of Buggy, you could never see but the two men were death staring each other every time they passed.

- Word spreads through the crew and even though none of them had long enough hair to do or in Usopp’s case, has been doing it himself this whole time. They do come to ask for little clips here and there, Luffy wanting one for the string on his hat so he has something to fidget with, (Nami wanting some to wear with her different outfits later on), Usopp wondering where you got heart ones so he could get one for Kaya, even Zoro wondering if you had one he could wear for Kuina’s memory on special occasions.

-You knew you were nearing Coco village, you had overheard Buggy talking to Usopp about it. How they should be there within the day. You settle for a low bun that curls up right beneath his cap.

- "No beads today?" "Well there is some on the tie but you can’t see it, I was thinking that it would be a more relaxed day. I got some stuff to do around the ship."

- Everyone is so caught up in Nami that by the time things have cooled down you realize he’s gone, no more blue hair to twirl around your fingers.

- The clown realizes too, fiddling with the tie in his hands. Burying the longing deep down, hoping he never sees you again but praying he might get a glance of you once more. He takes it out if he knows he’s about to raid somewhere to avoid breaking it.

- Tears apart his quarters if he misplaces it, someone has almost lost a hand because it fell off a table.

#buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy live action #i would love to braid his hair

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gr1mstar · 4 months

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tea, tissues, and two hearts…

synopsis: after not listening to your boyfriend telling you about the cold weather a few days ago, now you are stuck with a cold right before an event. gojo takes care of you, now being his turn to make yourself his baby.

notes: i had a bad day so i thought writing something sweet would cheer me up. i hope you liked it, i personally do not like this oneshots that mush, i was tired when i wrote this but… well, it is what it is :) requests are opened btw, you can ask me for anything (besides smut)

contains: gojo satoru x f!reader, sick reader, cuddles, sfw, sweet bf satoru, nicknames, swearing (not much)

also i have a masterlist, so check it out here

it was tonight? 8 pm… fuck.

as you lay in bed, wrapped in layers of blankets, the chill of the night seeping through the window pane only intensifies the warmth you seek. The room was dimly lit, casting a soft glow on the tissues scattered around, evidence of the cold that had claimed your night.

the warmth of a cozy blanket cocoon provides some relief, but your body aches, and every shiver is a reminder of the festivities you're going to be missing. The night is silent, just your coughs and sniffles can be heard, punctuated by the occasional sigh as you longingly glance at the clock, realizing that the party you were supposed to attend is in two hours.

‘i can’t not go…’ you thought, looking at nothing.

your head was spinning, you barely ate, and how you had to stay up all night entertaining some old ass man just to make your boyfriend’s family happy.

the gojo clan. at first, you thought that satoru’s parents were nice, but you were proven wrong when you heard them talking about you behind your back, saying that you are not good enough for their ‘perfect’ son.

‘perfect my ass, he can’t even boil an egg without ruining the kitchen’ and so, you left the bed with a long sigh of extenuation and heeded in the direction of your and your boyfriend's shared closet, passing a mirror. as you stand before the mirror, the reflection staring back at you appears both weary and determined. the cold has taken its toll, but tonight, you're determined to transform this sick-looking person into a beautiful lady for celebration. with a gentle touch, you begin to prepare yourself, tying your messy hair into a ponytail.

foundation, blush, contour, hightlist… ‘where was that lipstick again?’

god, you hated it. all you needed was a warm tea and some sleep…

after an hour and a half, you were ready. taking your phone in your hand, you could see that you had some unread messages from gojo.

“baby, don’t forget about the party. don’t wait for me, i will come already ready just to pick you up” - 1:23 pm

“it’s a formal event” - 1:23 pm

“are you ok? this morning you looked off” - 5:55 pm

“i’ll be there in a few” - 7:45 pm

you didn’t dare to tell gojo you were sick. even though you knew he would be very sweet about it, you didn’t want to hear the words ‘i told you’ over and over again.

a few minutes passed by and when a door sound was heard, you knew your boyfriend was home. all you could hope was that he didn’t notice your sick face.

“babe? where are you?”

“livingroom” you shouted, taking your purse and putting it on your shoulder.

“how do i look?” you asked when gojo arrived in front of you, trying to look dignified and alert. “is this outfit okay? you said it was a formal event.”

“wow. you look really beautiful, love… except for, y’know, the red, puffy nose and the bags under your eyes and the sweat in your hair,” gojo said with a rueful smile, already slipping back out of their jacket. “we’re staying home tonight, aren’t we?”

“what? no, no, i’m fine! i can go, it’s not that bad-”

“sorry, let me rephrase- we’re staying home tonight. get back in your pj’s. we’ll have our own party with some blankets and chicken noodle soup.” your boyfriend interrupted you, taking your hands into his, and smiling at you.

“but gojo, your parents?”

“fuck them. there are going to be a lot of other parties at other times. now, do what i said, and let me order the soup. it looks like you need it.”

“really?” you asked unsure, looking at your nail polished nails.

“really.”

and so you gave gojo a little kiss on the cheek, ready to head out to your bathroom to wipe out the makeup.

“i told you you're going to catch a cold”

“oh, shut the fuck up, satoru”

“he did not.” you laughed, looking at the tv in front of you.

the two of you were looking at an old horror movie, but you were finding it a little too funny for a horror one. you and gojo were on the couch, cuddling each other. you complained about how he could catch the cold too, but for him, he was too cool for a cold.

“me? a cold? you insult me, my beautiful girlfriend” was his response, throwing popcorn at you.

as you sink into the plush cushions of the sofa, a soft glow emanates from the muted screen, casting a warm ambiance in the room. your partner, wrapped in a cozy blanket, nestles beside you, their presence a comforting embrace in the dim light. the room is adorned with the scent of chamomile tea and the flicker of a vanilla-scented candle, creating an atmosphere of tranquility. satoru, sensing the shivers that occasionally wrack your body, wraps you in an extra layer of warmth, the blanket becoming a cocoon of shared comfort.

‘what did i do to deserve this man?’ you found yourself asking.

a bowl of hot soup, prepared with love, sits on the coffee table, its steam rising in delicate tendrils. your boyfriend, attuned to every cough and sniffle, extends a spoonful towards you with a gentle smile, their eyes reflecting a mixture of empathy and affection.

“come on, baby. eat as much as you want, today i will take care of you.”

the room may be dimly lit, but the connection between you two radiates a soft, intimate glow that transcends the limitations of the surroundings. wrapped in the warmth of blankets and love, you find solace in the simple act of being together, in the quiet dance of a shared movie night that speaks volumes without the need for words.

“i love you, satoru gojo.”

“i love your sick ass too, now eat all the soup and then we are going to bed, okay?”

“okay.”

the took the image from pinterest - also i do not own jujutsu kaisen and this is simply my imagination.

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starhvney · 14 days

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𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐔𝐏

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mcd garroth, gene, laurance, travis

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff? literal hurt/comfort

𝐂𝐖: mentions of injuries but no in-depth descriptions

𝐀/𝐍: me when i spend more time finding the pictures for a good picture header than actually writing. i also did not proofread at all so i'm so sorry for any typos or hiccups in my writing

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇

the fight has long since been over, yet after searching every corner of the village, you still saw no sign of the head guard. as your last resort, you hurriedly rush across the ruined plaza, climbing over rubble as you descend into the village mines.

you find him there, tucked back in the main tunnel and slumped over as he holds a cloth over a gash on his side. his gloved hand fumbles with some medic supplies, though his shaky hold renders himself useless as they tumble to the floor.

“garroth,” you sigh, relieved but also annoyed by his insistence on never asking for help.

he flinches, caught off guard by the blood loss dulling his senses. even now, he stoically has every layer of his armor on except for his chest plate, even his helmet stays firmly against his skull.

“i’ll be alright, my lady,” he starts, though the pained wince he lets out a moment later immediately discounts him for his claims.

quietly, you approach him, kneeling in front of him and pulling the first aid items out of his grasp. while you can’t see his face, you hear him inhale sharply to protest against you. you silence him with a stern glare, to which he sinks back into the uncomfortable stone without a word.

“you are much too stubborn,” you chastise, reaching to his other hand to remove it from his wound. “your pride will get you killed.”

you cringe as he peels away the blood-soaked cloth to reveal a deep gash along his side. it's a slash and not a stab, thankfully, but it would still need stitches.

it seems he already knew that, based on the thread and needle he had yet to even tie together. while maneuvering the stitching thread into the eye of the needle, you listen to his shallow and shaky breathing underneath his helm.

“aren’t you having trouble breathing with that?”

“…no.”

your eyes dart up, narrowing at the eye slits of the metal in front of you.

“it's just me. i understand you want to hide your identity, but when it comes to your health—“

you lift your hands up to his helm, firmly placing them on each side before pausing, waiting to hear for any protests. when you hear none, you slowly lift the metal, sliding it off of his head and revealing what was underneath.

for just a moment you freeze, eyes locking onto his. his hair was a stunning sandy blonde that brushed over his brow line in soft curls. they stuck to his forehead, that had a sheen of sweat over it. you could tell his stunning eye color was dulled over by pain, eyelids drooping and his lips pale.

“…there,” you set the helm down, focusing back on his wound. “now you can breathe better, right?”

“…yes.” he winces, leaning back on your command and revealing his wound again.

carefully, you stitch the wound closed, lifting his linen shirt up enough to allow yourself to wrap the bandaging around his stomach. when you’re done you sit back, wiping your hands against your already dirtied clothes and releasing a deep sigh.

you look up, watching as his jaw clenches and his eyes dart to your feet. he still looks pale, but he at least looks more stable than before.

“garroth.” you call, voice barely above a whisper.

his eyes trail up to yours, hesitant and full of a strange sort of guilt.

“you did a good job protecting me. protecting the whole village. but even the strongest need help,” you take his hand in yours. “at least let one person take care of you in return. i was really worried about you.”

he doesn’t say anything, but you know he understands, swallowing down his deep-set need for independence to put himself in your shoes for a moment.

“there’s a cot down here. why don’t you rest, and i’ll bring you back some food and drink to help you regain your strength.”

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄

you knew something was strange, when the beginnings of the evening cricket chirps grew silent, a heavy feeling settling around your cottage. despite the uneasiness and natural instinct that told you to run, you instead looked around the area for the source.

despite the lack of night critters, you notice a strange fluttering of butterflies dispersing from the other side of some shrubbery. you push through the leaves and twigs, noticing the further you advanced the more wilted the plants became.

on the other side was a man in strange armor you hadn’t seen before. the metal must’ve been smoldering hot, somehow, because the grass around it wilted and burned away from its touch. despite the strange sense of uneasiness in your chest, you take a few steps towards the man, his form slumped over a large stump.

“sir? are you alright?”

he flinches, hand moving unnaturally quick towards a large sword you didn’t realize he had by his side until now. you stumble back with a startled gasp, hands raising in surrender. dark circles line deep blue eyes, black hair stuck on his face where blood poured from a wound.

“i’m not an enemy!” you quickly say. “that injury looks bad, i can help. i’ll go get some bandages for you.”

you quickly run back to your cottage, retrieving your satchel of medical supplies before he could say a word. whoever he was, he seemed dangerous. and the faster you help him the quicker he’ll be on his way and the less likely anything else dangerous is led to you. when you return, he’s still there, though he’s propped himself up in a sitting position and leaning back against the stump.

“i don’t need any help.”

“well those wounds look pretty deep. and… you’re the one who ended up near my home, so,” you carefully approach him, heart beating erratically fast in your chest. it felt like you were approaching a predator—a wild animal pretending to be a man. “the faster i help you, the less likely whatever did this to you comes near my garden.”

his gaze stayed trained on you for a moment, piercing into you as you kneel next to him. his eyes were a beautiful shade, yet so strangely unsettling and dull. as you glance at them, it almost appears as no light shines from them at all. he smirks, a strangely amused laugh leaving his lips like he found your assistance to be completely entertaining.

“ah, there’s the motive.”

you ignore him, instead using a cloth to wipe away the blood from the side of his head.

“what’s your name?”

“what’s yours?”

you restrain a sigh, biting back the sarcastic quip you wanted to return and instead reciting your name back to him.

“…gene.”

“nice to meet you… gene. how did you get this hurt? are you…” you glance down at his strange armor and sword. “a guard, our some kind of soldier…?”

he says nothing.

“alright, then,” you clear your throat. “no more questions.”

you finish cleaning his head and neck, where another wound was, and carefully place the healing ointment you made from your own magicks herbs. trying to ignore the strange sense that you needed to run away, you finish up your work by placing bandages over the gashes… that seemed to already be healing pretty quickly.

“there. you’re set.”

a small, “thanks,” leaves his lips, and the two of you met eyes. he seems to contemplate something, before another huffing out another amused laugh.

“you’re very…naive. you should be careful.”

“…what?”

his hand is suddenly in front of your face, cold fingers touching against the skin of your forehead and dragging down, brushing your eyelids closed. somehow your eyes grow impossibly heavy, your head too much to hold up as you slump over, landing in the arms of ge…

…of…who again?

the birds chirp the next morning as you groggily wake from what felt like a coma of slumber. you feel like there was something important you needed to take care of, but you must’ve fallen asleep early last night. you must’ve been exhausted… you don’t even remember carrying yourself into bed.

oh, that’s right! you had to help… you had to… what was it you were up to last night?

your slump from where you sit, blinking at the floor in confusion.

it must not have been too important.

𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

it’s terrifying, looking into blood red eyes where iridescent pale blue ones had been before. it had only been a split moment—you two were ambushed, a thief’s sword grazing against your cheek and knocking you backwards in surprise as a whole gang of them emerged from the tree line.

laurance suffered an arrow wound, but before you could panic it wasn’t his blood that soaked the ground… but instead the whole dozen of men who tried to attack you.

you stare horrified as dark red drips from him, unsure if it was his own or from the bodies around him. he’s breathing, so heavily, face turned away from you as he stills in the center of his carnage. a few moments pass like this, your eyes trained cautiously on the dulled shade of caramel hair that lays messily on his head.

“…laurance?” you call out quietly, your voice barely a timid whisper.

he turns to look at you, eyes red and glazed over as he begins to trudge towards you. something about the dark circles and his paled skin splattered with blood frightened you, your uncertainty heightened by his silence and now much taller frame. he towers over you, breaths heavy and sword still tightly gripped in his hand.

“it’s me!” you shakily yelp, regretting your reaction immediately when he flinches, eyes widening.

“…and i’m me.” he frowns, his larger hand brushing against your injured cheek. “you’re scared of me.”

“…no.”

he stares at you, eyebrows pinched together. he doesn’t call you out on your bluff with words, but the look he gives you is enough.

“i felt that something was off. i should’ve done something sooner.”

“it caught me off guard, too. we’re both tired, so—“

“i’m supposed to protect you. now you’re hurt.”

“it’s only a graze, laurance.” you silence his anger towards himself, your hands reaching up to cup his cheeks. “you’re hurt more than me.”

you reach in your satchel, pulling out some healing ointment and bandages you were sure to pack for the journey. he begins to shake his head, hand engulfing yours as he stops you.

“i’ll heal on my own. you know that shadow knights—“

“this will help you heal faster. and help with the pain.”

he sighs, taking a seat on a nearby rock and complying with your insistence despite the lack of need for it.

there were only a few gashes that were deep enough to not be sealed up immediately, dark red blood oozing from the lacerations. you put your focus on cleaning each one, swiping on the ointment and wrapping the bandages carefully onto his wounds.

when you look back up at his face those calm blue eyes have returned, staring back at you as they dart over your face. he takes the ointment from your hands, and with two fingers he motions for you to come closer.

you do so without much hesitation, allowing his finger to dip into the ointment and dab it across your injured cheek. he lingers his hand there for only a few moments longer, before looking away and putting your things back into your satchel.

“thank you, laurance.”

“stay right next to me,” he looks back up, tone and eyes insistent. “for the rest of the way. okay?”

it’s more of a demand than a request, but you simply nod in agreement, unable to refuse him.

“okay.”

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒

“take your shirt off.” you sigh, sitting next to travis as you dig through your bag.

“woah!” he laughs, a cheeky smirk stretching across his face. “way to be direct.”

you pause, glaring over at him with an unimpressed stare.

“i will add to those injuries. just do it—“

“okay! okay!” he raises his hands up, wincing at the pull of his skin against his wounds. “ow…”

he begins to peel his bloodied tunic from his skin, wincing as he attempts to lift it over his shoulders. you restrain another sigh before you take a glance down at his injuries, instead feeling pitiful at the state he was in. standing in front of him, you help him slide the fabric over his head and off his arms, leaving his whole torso exposed.

a few previous scars litter across the skin, dipping into different divots of chiseled muscles. he was well built—he had to be for the large claymore he wielded—yet he was still lean, muscles standing out due to the low body fat he had.

“like what you see?” he smirks, catching your gaze that lingered a bit too long on his bare skin.

“no.”

he flinches at your quick refusal, jutting out his bottom lip.

“ouch, you’re so harsh.”

“why would i like seeing all of these wounds you’re covered in? you’re lucky it wasn’t any worse or you wouldn’t even be conscious right now,” you scold. “what were you thinking?”

“so you were worried about me…” he peeks up at you through his lashes, lips once again turning up in a satisfied smirk.

you roll your eyes, not saying anything as you begin to clean up his wounds. you can never catch a break with this guy, can you? despite his annoying flirtatious jokes, though, you really couldn’t help the worry and care you felt for him.

he hisses between clenched teeth as you accidentally press against a laceration too harshly, one of his hands reaching up to clasp against your wrist.

“a little more gentle, sweetheart.”

“sorry,” you mutter, shaking your head as you realize what you were thinking.

he doesn’t say anything, instead going quiet as you continue to patch him up. it’s not until you’re dabbing on ointment and healing potions that he speaks up again, his voice strangely soft and unsure.

“you were worried about me, right?”

you pause, glancing down at him. his eyes are strangely… pleading, cool green shining as he searches for an answer on your face.

you gently place your hand on the back of his head, running your fingers through the soft white strands and pulling him forward and pressing a kiss against his forehead.

“yes, i was. don’t be so reckless next time.”

when you pull away, his cheeks have turned a soft shade of red and his eyes have widened, practically bulging from their sockets. slowly, his jaw opens, mouth gaping as he starts to speak.

“you–”

“shut up.”

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If the prompt sparks joy: buddie and where does it hurt?

thank you amy my dear! some vague finale spec because i couldn't help myself

“Where does it hurt?” Buck’s mouth was twisted into a hard line, his brow furrowed as he crouched in front of Eddie. They were waiting for another ambulance – other people were more seriously injured than Eddie, and so he had to wait his turn: that was how it worked at major incidents. Eddie was fine with it, really – Bobby was in an ambulance on his way to LA General, Chimney not far behind, and so he’d patiently wait his turn.

“You know where,” Eddie chided gently. “I told you – I broke a few ribs.”

Buck glared up at him. “When did you get your medical degree?” he snarked.

“When did you?” Eddie couldn’t help but bite back. It had been a long – and terrifying – day and so he couldn’t help it – he was tired, and as much as he appreciated Buck’s fussing, he was in pain, and Buck’s gentle prodding wasn’t helping.

He took one look at Buck’s forlorn face, and immediately felt bad. “Give me a once over,” he offered, and though Buck hesitated, the relief he clearly felt at having been given permission was clear. “See for yourself,” Eddie nudged, and Buck didn’t need more encouragement than that.

Eddie’s turnout coat had long since been discarded, the heavy material weighing down on his already tender body, so Buck didn’t have too many layers to bypass to get to Eddie’s ribs. Gently – so gently, Eddie noted, Buck’s hands feather-light as they skimmed the hem of his t-shirt, gently moving it upwards to give a better view of Eddie’s ribs.

“Definitely broken,” Buck sighed, and Eddie swallowed his ‘I told you so’ – it wasn’t the time. “Where is that ambulance? You could – you could be bleeding internally, you need to get to a hospital.”

“Buck,” Eddie tried, Buck’s attention firmly fixed on Eddie’s ribs. “Buck,” he repeated, his voice gentle, pleading, almost. “Can you look at me please?”

Buck didn’t move.

“Please?” Eddie repeated, and Buck finally moved, lifting his head to look at Eddie, his eyes shining bright with unshed tears. “I’m okay,” he reassured, reaching out with his good arm, his left holding tight to his side in the hopes of holding his broken ribs together. With shaking fingers, Eddie pushed Buck’s matted hair back off his forehead, stomach churning as he realised Buck’s hair was matted with more than just sweat: blood and dust lingering as a reminder of the altogether too close a call they’d just experienced.

“You almost weren’t,” Buck’s lip wobbled, the other man biting the corner of his mouth in an attempt to stop himself from crying. Eddie had never seen Buck like this – not at a scene, at least. Buck was an emotional person, but he was usually stoic until they got in the doors of the hospital, but not today. Today, despite the fact they were surrounded by police, and rescue teams, and far too many people craning to see what disaster was unfolding – staring, as though Eddie’s family hadn’t just faced death all over again and barely survived it.

“But I am,” Eddie rubbed his thumb against Buck’s cheekbone, wishing he had the strength to just pull him closer. He needed Buck close. He’d been far too close to being pancaked in that van, the weight of a fridge crushing against his back. Eddie had wondered if this was it, for a second – that despite how many insane things he’d survived in his thirty-something years on the planet, he’d go getting crushed by a fridge in a bridge collapse – and then Buck was there, sweat pouring down his face as he’d moved the fridge, determined as he and Hen had dragged Eddie free of the van, right before it had been crushed into nothingness.

“I can’t keep almost losing you,” Buck admitted, his voice quiet – as though he didn’t want anyone else to overhear. Eddie understood that – he didn’t want anyone else to overhear either. Ideally, he supposed, this would happen in a private moment – in Eddie’s apartment, maybe, or in a secluded corner of the station – but it was happening now.

That was okay too.

Eddie didn’t mind.

“I can’t promise you that it won’t happen again,” Eddie admitted – because he wasn’t going to lie to Buck, was he? They were past that – past lying to each other, no secrets left between them anymore, not when Buck’s admission hung heavy in the air. “But I’ll always fight to come home to you.”

Buck let out a shuddering breath, resting his forehead against Eddie’s, the gesture a promise of what was to come later – later, after an ambulance ride, and a hospital visit, and a quiet car journey home. “You can’t leave me,” Buck said, eyes squeezed shut. “I wouldn’t survive losing you.”

“You have me,” Eddie promised – because it was the truth of it, really. Buck had always had him – even before Eddie had realised it, even before he had been ready to admit it, Buck had him.

Buck looked at him, eyes shining with words neither of them had said yet. They would come, though. Eddie knew that. “I’m going to find you an ambulance,” he said, pressing a brief kiss to Eddie’s cheek, the gesture feeling juvenile, almost, in light of the seismic shift that had just happened in their relationship.

Or maybe it wasn’t seismic after all, Eddie realised – it was inevitable, actually, their friendship trundling toward love long before either of them had realised the path they had set themselves on.

Eddie watched, as Buck wandered toward the incident commander, his face set back to serious, ‘I’m working’ Buck, determined as he went about finding an ambulance for Eddie.

No.

It wasn’t seismic at all.

It was the sort of inevitability that Eddie hadn’t realised he craved – and maybe he didn’t crave it, and he just craved Buck, and the steady love he so willingly gave Eddie every day.

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#911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 fic #in which i ramble #in which lorna writes fic #prompt fill #mellaithwen

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SKIN CARE & AWARD SHOWS

↳ In which Harry uses a face mask before the Brits and has a deep conversation with y/n

Warning: sweet sweet fluff and a little article at the end! Please reblog and show some love if you enjoyed, i appreciate it! Anyways, have fun reading :)

It was no secret that Harry took care of his skin, from the very get-go, the first concert he ever had to perform, the night before, he stood in front of his mirror applying his face mask. And now ten years on, he was sitting on his bed, his beautiful wife sat opposite him, slathering his soft skin with a layer of creamy goodness.

“Harry, stop wiggling!” She whined, trying her best to smooth out the cream all over his perfect face. Harry smiles, listening to his wife, but not before cheekily sticking his tongue out and licking her hand that was hovering over his lips as she applied the mask to his nose.

“Oi!” She giggled, playfully slapping her annoyingly handsome husband on his thigh causing him to let out a belly laugh. “God, you’re so annoying”

“You love it though” he smiles, “it’s why you married me” Y/n rolls her eye, as she works on applying the face mask onto his forehead. She appreciates the headband Harry put on earlier, to keep his unruly locks out of her way.

“Is this the pore cleanser one?” Harry asked, looking at his wife, he was in awe of her. To him, his wife was the most beautiful person to ever grace the earth. To him, she was his everything. Harry often finds himself saying that he would be lost without her, he wouldn’t know what to do. Apparently, y/n keeps his head screwed on, she grounds him and sometimes humbles him. It’s what a man needs, he says, someone to not only love you but to keep you sane and make sure your ego doesn’t inflate too much.

“Mhm, it also calms the skin, helps any breakouts. I know you get some before a show, so this is perfect” y/n says as she finally applies the mask to his chin. She knew it’d be a good time to bring this mask out seeing as the Brits were approaching. The Brits meant a lot to Harry, his whole family would be watching and as he was opening the show, y/n knew he’d hate for a breakout to start right before.

“So thoughtful” Harry hums softly and a smile tugs on his face as his wife pulls back, inspecting her work. “Done?” He questions, earning a nod from his partner.

“All done” she smiles. “Just got to wait until it hardens now” she says.

“Whilst the mask hardens, I’ve got something else for you that I’m sure would harden up in a second” he smirks, eyeing his own junk, and y/n rolls her eyes as she realises what he’s referring to

“God, you just had to go and ruin the moment, didn't you? You can’t help yourself mister” she giggles and Harry laughs.

“It’s hard to contain myself around you, you’re m’everything. Y’know that, right?” Harry smiles, tucking y/ns hair behind her ear as he tugs her over towards himself.

“Be careful!” She warns as Harry ends up on his back, y/n now straddling him. “Don’t want to ruin my masterpiece” she spoke, referring to the face mask.

“Oh no! Would never want to do that, what a tragedy that would be” sarcasm thick in Harry’s voice. It was one of the many things y/n loved about him; his humour. It was very British, but also very funny. To y/n, Harry was the funniest man on the planet, but she didn’t dare tell him that, why boost the ego of a man who had millions of people going crazy over him any more than it already was? To y/n, Harry was also the sweetest, the best thing to happen to her. He came into her life and made it so much better, God what would she do without him and his humour to get her through the day?

“You’re so adorable” y/n speaks, her hands on Harry’s chest as she took him in, some parts of the facemask were now hardening, like the part around his nose and beneath his eyes.

“That should be my line” Harry jokes, “but thank you, baby. You’re not too bad either”

“You’re such a meanie” she pouts and Harry reaches up to carefully pull her lips towards his own, there was no doubt that some of his face mask had transferred onto y/ns face but she didn’t mind.

“I’m only kidding baby” he says, pulling back, “I was serious before y’know that? You’re my everything, my most favourite person. Sometimes, it blows my mind, like I actually found my person you know?” He ponders.

“It’s crazy, isn’t it? I’m glad to be your person, I love you so much” smiling, she leans in for another kiss.

“I love you so much too, I’m happy to call you my person” Harry says, gently squeezing his wife’s side, happy that he found his lifelong companion and soulmate, happy that he knew he’d wake up to the same person by his side every day for the rest of his life, something he thought would once be impossible. You proved all his inner thoughts wrong and he couldn’t be happier.

And he certainly showed his appreciation when he won his four Brit awards, thanking you in each and every speech.

A CLEAN SWEEP FOR STYLES! HARRY STEALS THE SHOW WITH HIS BIG FOUR WINS

The former one direction star won all four Brits he was nominated for, including best album and best artist.

It was no surprise when Harry opened the show with his hit song, As it was, which later went on to win song of the year. Fans were, as expected, chanting the anthem back at him.

Styles looked absolutely amazing tonight, sporting four different looks for this occasion. Onlookers went on to say that although he looked absolutely stunning tonight and did have his fair share of jokes with the crowd, he made it quiet obvious that he is a happily married man.

During his acceptance speeches, Harry didn’t fail to recognise and shout out his wife, Y/n Styles, going on to say that she was his “forever muse” and that he would be “no where without her”

He also thanked his mum for pushing him to audition at x-factor, claiming that he “wouldn’t be standing here” if it weren’t for her. One thing we all know for certain is that Harry is a family man and we love him for that.

Even during his post award show interview, Harry was seen thanking his wife with a kiss on her lips before talking about how she was “always there for him” and this “album would be impossible to make without her” so cheers to y/n for these bangers.

He also mentioned how he was planning on “having a drink” so we hope he has a great rest of the night! A true champion like him deserves that.

#harry styles blurbs #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fanfiction #harry writing #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #harry styles x you #harry styles oneshot #harry styles social media

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giggly-squiggily · 3 months

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Nailed It! (Blue Lock)

Heyo! It's been a minute since I've written for Blue Lock! After fangirling over Bachisagi with the wonderful @intheticklecloset- this fic came to be! :D I hope you like it friend! :3

Summary: Bachira finds fake nails and decides he wants claws. Shenanigans ensue.

Bachira all but threw the bag in his face the second he came in. “I bought claws!”

“Claws?” Chigiri asked once his initial shock wore off. Bachira grinned as he dug into the bag.

“CLAWS!” He cried once more, presenting the pack of stick on nails. Plain in appearance, they shined under the fluorescent lights of the facility. “See?”

“Pfft-” The redhead giggled, taking the box and examining them. “Claws indeed. Why’d you buy fake nails?”

“‘Cause.” Bachira didn’t add more, dumping the remains of his goodies across the futon. An assortment of colorful nail polish and stickies fell out. “I wanted claws!”

“....You want me to do your nails?”

“Yeah! Give me claws!”

Chigiri blinked. Then he laughed, nodding. “Alright, I’ll give you ‘claws’.” Let’s go to the cafeteria.”

~~~

Unsurprisingly, Chigiri was amazing at this stuff.

With the precision of a surgeon, he held Bachira’s hands in his own as he carefully placed each fake nail. His hair was loosely tied back, falling over his shoulder as he leaned in to check if they were straight. “Good- you don’t want these crooked- it hurts.”

“You’ve worn claws before?” Bachira smiled happily, kicking his feet under the table as he watched. His other hand was already adorned with fake nails. The urge to tap them against the table and make a clicky sound was strong, but Chigiri insisted he waited until he had them painted.

“No- I’m allergic to the adhesive. Makes my fingers turn red.” Chigiri wrinkled his nose as he adjusted the remaining finger. “My sister wears them all the time though- I used to help her out. She could never get them to stay.”

“Hm.” Bachira nodded. “Do you paint your nails?”

“Not lately. They always chipped after practice. Hopefully these will stay on.” Just before Bachria’s turn, the dribbler insisted on painting his friends. Chigiri’s fingers were now coated with a surprisingly even set of pink.

Except for his ring fingers. Those were orange. “Kuni nails.” Bachira winked, making him blush and roll his eyes.

“I’m a good claw painter! And you are too- oooo.” Bachira forgot what he was saying when the first layer of blue touched his nails. It looked so much like Isagi’s eyes. “That’s pretty!”

“You picked them out- I assume you knew what you were doing.” Chigiri gave him a teasing brow raise. Heat creeped up Bachira’s collar as he averted his gaze, watching the redhead work. “Don’t squirm- you’ll mess up the design.”

“Design-” Bachira leaned forward to look, only for Chigiri to push him back in his seat with a pointed glare. “Sorry, sorry! I didn’t know you could draw!”

“I er..can’t. I can make squiggles though.” Chigiri laughed softly, making Bachira smile. “I hope you don’t mind them.”

Bachira took his hands, posing them the way his mom did whenever she got her own nails painted. Stripes of yellow cut through the blue on his ring fingers, the rest a beautiful application of blue. Chigiri even managed to put some of the sticky gems on them, really making them pop.

“I love them!” He breathed, giggling as he hugged the other. “Thanks Chi-Chi! I’m gonna wear them forever!”

“Heh, no problem. C-Careful, they’re not dry yet!” Chigiri called after him as Bachira ran off, giggling the entire time.

He couldn’t WAIT to show Isagi!

~~~

“Look look! My claws!” Bachira shoved them in pretty much everyone’s face, wiggling his fingers for the full effect. As soon as they were dry he was waving them around, clicking them against water bottles and anything that would make noise. Kunigami jokingly told him he should do ASMR with them- Bachira tried but was far too loud right off the bat.

“Wow, look at those. They’re pretty!” Isagi giggled as he took Bachira’s hands, taking them in. “Chigiri painted them for you?”

“No, I did.” Raichi called out, earning a small burst of giggles from the others. His own nails were painted black- courtesy of said redhead. “I’ll do yours next, Isagi. Give me your digits!”

Isagi rolled his eyes as he turned back to Bachira, finding him no longer there. “Bachi-”

Something blunt but ticklish trailed against his neck. He shuttered with a sharp yelp, diving forward. “Ahah!”

Silence, the rest of Team Z looking at him with looks of both curiosity and amusement. Isagi felt his face burn.

“Ooo…” Bachira cooed from behind, something dangerous in his tone. “Was that…”

Isagi had two options. Stay and take it or run and get it anyway.

He opted for the latter.

“Isagi!” Bachira called after him as he took off, flying over futons and people as he bolted out the door, the dribbler hot on his trail. “Come back here!”

Nope, no way! Not happening! It was bad enough that Bachira knew his worst tickle spots. With those nails…

He was gonna kill Chigiri. He’ll plan his revenge later.

For now, he needed to RUN-

A dead end! He turned with wide eyes as Bachira began a slow ascent, glittery nails wiggling with devious intent. “Isagi~”

He looked both ways, knowing it was useless. Bachira had him cornered. “Bachira! Bachira- now wahahit just a mohohment!”

“No can do! The monster’s telling me to get you, so here I COME!” Bachira charged, easily trapping his boyfriend against the wall as his fingers skittered and danced against the exposed skin of his neck. “Tickle tickle tickle!”

“AH! Ahehahahahahhaha! Bahahhachihihihirahahha! Heahhahahahahha!” The other boy squealed as he sank to the floor, half trapped by Bachira’s legs as the other pressed into him. Those dastardly nails danced against his skin, sending waves of sensitivity across his nerves. “Wahahahahait, wahahhait- thhehehehey’ll fahahhahahall oohohohohohofff!”

“Silly Isagi- I know they will! That just means I’m gonna have to use them to their fullest potential!” Bachira giggled, tugging his boyfriend gently until he was half-lying, half sitting up against the wall. As he went down, a strip of skin revealed itself, giving Bachira a new opening.

“Bahahahachi- Bahahchi- WHAHAHHAIT!” The brunette all but shrieked when Bachira’s new “claws” found the soft skin of his waist, gently tracing the skin along his lower ribs and sending him through the roof. “DOOHOHOHON’T NOOHOHOHT TEHEHEHEHERE!”

“Oo, someone’s ticklish! Tell me- does it tickle more or less with the nails?” The bob-cutted player snickered as he stuck a hand up Isagi’s sweatshirt, clawing at his skin as Isagi squealed and thrashed against the floor. “I bet it’ll tickle way more if I do this~” He dragged them slowly, watching as his boyfriend arched and wheezed at the feeling. “Am I right, Blue Skies?”

“BAAHAHCHIHIHIHIRAHHAHA! GEHAHAHAH PLEHAHAHHASE!” Isagi was sure he was going to die- he was starting to see stars and his body felt light. If he were being honest, he didn’t mind it all that much.

Then Bachira yelped and pulled his hands away and his ascend to the afterlife came to an abrupt halt. “Ehehehahha..yohoohu gohohohod?” He gasped out, hands coming around his belly as he weakly looked up.

“Ow…I didn’t realize that would hurt.” Bachira moaned, rubbing his fingers. Two of his fake nails had popped off, and a third was hanging on by a few strands of glue. “My claws..”

Isagi sat up with some effort, taking in the dribbler’s hands. Gently, he took them in his own, rubbing soothing circles against the aching fingers. “Sorry they popped off. They were cool while they lasted, though.”

“Hmm.” Bachira nodded, sounding a bit glum. Isagi smiled as he brought his hand to his lips, kissing the dribbler’s bruising fingers. The gesture was enough to shock him out of his pout.

“There. All better.” Isagi grinned after kissing the last of his fingers, scrunching his face up when he got a taste of nail polish. “Gross- how do people eat with this stuff on? I feel like it’d make everything taste weird.”

Bachira stared at him. Then he busted out laughing, falling against Isagi’s shoulder. “Ehehehhe! I lohohove you so much, Bluuhue skies!” He pulled back until he and Isagi were face to face, their foreheads pressed together as he gave him the sweetest of smiles. “Do you want me to kiss it all better?”

Isagi only laughed, nodding as he closed his eyes, Bachira’s lips capturing his own soon after.

Thanks for reading!

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This is my contribution to the Harringrove Relay Race! 🎄❤️@harringrove-relay-race

Santa Baby ~

Billy wasn’t happy with his predicament but honestly any extra cash would do… even if it meant babysitting your crushes ex’s younger sister.

Holly was a sweet kid. Shy at first, but after becoming a frequent swimmer at his Turtle Tots classes in summer Billy’s come to know what a bubbly yet devious inside she had. Adorable baby blues not even he could say no to along with a pixie laugh when she got her way.

Here he was, standing outside the mall, about to spend his Christmas day with a five year old.

To be fair it was way better than whatever burnt roast Susan would salvage, forced to choke down undercooked potatoes with his father’s threatening glare across. Forced to match Max’s tight smile and fake gratitude as she opens her third present while he gets none. Always. Only to left alone with his asshole dad and mouse of a wife while she runs off to her nerd friends' houses, blissfully ignorant of what waits for him behind closed doors.

Mrs Wheeler stopped him a week ago. Hand on his arm caressing, asking if he could be ‘ever so kind’ and watch her youngest on such a special day. Billy doesn’t care what she deigns so important she can’t look after her own child, but from the amount of cash stuffed into his hand he’s not complaining at all.

Twenty dollars to babysit her and another twenty five to buy her a gift. He can keep the change.

Holly takes him left and right. Kinda embarrassing how this little kid knows her way round more than him. Up the stairs they go to Claire’s, receiving a few warm chuckles from the lady running the till when Holly asks him which stuffed plushie is superior.

Billy personally thinks the reindeer one is cuter. It’s called Antler Claus.

They pick up some hot chocolate and share a gingerbread cookie. Holly called the thing Hermon and then decapitated its head, handing him the torso and legs. She’s darn cute.

Tugging on the arm carrying her teddy, she points down the hall. He turns to her,

“Mm?”

“I wanna see Santa!”

“Santa?” Billy looks where she’s pointing. A Christmas set up. A tree and a couple presents laid out, theres’ a small queue of people waiting to talk to a guy in red lounged on a chair.

“Oh… Santa.”

“Yep!” She tugs him forward with the mighty force of a toddler and they line up behind, Billy squinting at that floppy brown hair under the hat. Even though the boy’s face is hidden under that ridiculous beard, Billy could recognise him anywhere.

Steve Harrington in all his glory, sweating under layers of heavy velvet, trying with all his might to sell a jolly man accent.

He can’t suppress a smirk as they walk up for their turn. Steve tries hard to not make eye contact with Billy, instead listening intently to Holly.

“Hi there little miss! Have you been a good girl for Santa this Christmas?”

She giggles, swaying back and forth on Steve’s knee, “Yes! I spent today with Billy, it was so fun! We got a rei- rain—“ She frowns at Billy.

“Reindeer.”

“Reindeer!” Shining her brilliant three teeth smile at the older boy. They both laugh at her adorable antics.

She pulls Steve’s ear in, whispering in that way only children do, loud yet secretive all the same. “Don’t tell my mummy but this is way more fun than being home.”

Steve sends him a soft smile and Billy tries with all his might to tape down that warm shakiness building in his chest. Steve tells her to grab a gift off the shelf and while she’s away for a few minutes Billy’s curiosity gets the better of him.

“What made you do this instead of..” He waves his hand around lamely, “Festivities at home.”

Steve looks down at his lap a little forlorn, “I don’t think anyone would even realise I’m gone..”

“Ah..”, that sad pout makes Billy regret asking.

The other sighs, “Well why are you not at home? I wouldn’t have pegged you getting along with Holly.”

“Well, she’s a good kid and any extra money is useful,” Billy shrugs, not wanting to get into the details of a shitty house to go back to.

Steve nods in understanding, then snorts “Well haven’t you been a good boy this year,” pats his lap like the jerk he is. “Why don’t you sit on my lap”.

Billy blushes and looks heavenward, cursing god for making his fall for this absolute dork. Holly comes to save the day. Another plushie, a penguin this time, tucked under her arm and pulls him toward the churro stand.

He looks back at Steve, questioning how much he owes for the toy. Steve shakes his head and smiles, “Don’t worry about it, maybe instead you could stop by at four? It’s when I clock off, we could hang if you're free?”

Billy looks away, face warming but not from the temperature. He tickles Holly’s side and taps her nose, “Once I put this bug in her bed I’ll come back” They awkwardly wave goodbye, Holly giggles at him and he smiles back.

This Christmas isn’t turning out to be so bad after all.

Happy holidays everyone! Please look forward to the lovely work from the next person 🎉@thatgirlwithasquid

#billy hargrove #harringrove #steve harrington #christmas #harringrove relay race

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jesterwriting · 8 months

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Any chance you’d be willing to do some femdom with Sanji? Lots of mixing pain and praise pls? I’ll love you forever

pairing: sanji x reader

contents: dom!reader, sub!sanji, reader calls sanji good boy and pretty boy, sanji calls reader mademoiselle, leg humping, femdom, dacryphillia, reader slaps sanji and pulls his hair, sanji gets praised AND humiliated, sanji is naked, reader is fully clothed, there's like two mentions of feet and toes but its not foot fetish territory imo, reader kicks sanji in the balls once but hes into it so its fine

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI!!

word count: 1.2k words

note: okay so. i went a little crazy with this one. i think being dommed within an inch of his life would fix sanji and i had soooooo much fun with this request. thank you so much for sending it in <3

Lacing your fingers with Sanji’s blond locks, you carded your fingers through the soft strands with a small smile. His breathing was heavy, naked chest heaving under the force of it. Sanji’s eyes fluttered closed, leaning into your grasp with a content hum. You allowed him to enjoy your ministrations for a moment more before your grip tightened and you yanked him upward so that his face was inches from yours. He let out a gasp, thighs pressed tightly together at the rough handling.

“My pretty boy,” You crooned. Sanji was beautiful like this: completely naked and at your mercy. He was on his knees in front of you while you sat on his bed, clothed and wearing an expression of complete adoration. Even as tears made his blue eyes glassy, you didn’t let up your harsh treatment. Instead, you gave him a little shake. He let out the barest whimper. You fought the urge to give in and let him fuck you then and there, the only thing keeping you determined was the promise of a show you’d rather die than miss. “You can take it, can’t you? You’re always so good for me.”

Sanji nodded, a moan spilling from his lips when your fingers tightened and sharp, manicured nails dug into his scalp.

“Use your words, love.”

He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing as he wet his dry lips. “Anything for you, mademoiselle.”

“Good boy.” With that, you lowered him back down to his knees. To an untrained ear, Sanji’s sigh would have sounded like relief, no longer being held by his hair and finally back on the ground after a minute of suspension. You, however, knew better. Your sweet boy was disappointed.

You couldn’t have that.

Without missing a beat, you reared back and smacked him hard across the face. The sound of your palm against his skin reverberated through the room, nearly drowned out by Sanji’s groan of pleasure. His hips flexed, weeping cock bobbing as he thrusted into thin air. A puddle of precum had formed at your feet. You dipped your toe into the sticky fluid and wiped it on your boyfriend’s thigh, admiring the sheen of slick against his pale skin. He shivered under your touch.

“Did that feel good?” You traced his bottom lip with your thumb. “I love seeing you like this, all desperate and horny. It’s lovely. You’re lovely.”

Sanji whimpered in response. A purple bruise had started to form where you hit him. A beautiful bloom decorating him, proving that he was yours and yours alone. Your breathing hitched ever so slightly. Despite your act, you were not entirely unaffected. Your clit throbbed behind layers of clothes and your mouth watered at the thought of wrapping your lips around Sanji’s length. As if reading your thoughts, your boyfriend pawed at the buttons of your blouse.

“Let me see you, please. Your beauty is beyond compare, mademoiselle, don’t hide from me,” He begged. Though you both knew his nimble fingers could undress you in seconds, he was purposefully clumsy as he waited for your response.

With a small smile, you ground your foot into his crotch. Sanji doubled over with a gasp, his hands no longer preoccupied with your clothes, wound tight against your ankle.

“Why would I let a pervert like you see me naked?” Sanji whined when you leaned down to brush your lips against his forehead. Tears flowed down his cheeks, salty rivers you wanted to trace with your tongue. Instead, you wiped them away with your thumb. “You’re my boy, and I get to admire you as much as I like. You, on the other hand, have to wait. You can wait, can’t you?”

He sniffed thickly, nose clogged from crying. “I can wait, I can be good.”

With your nail, you pressed into the bruise on his cheek. Sanji squirmed, dick jumping, desperate for friction you hadn’t allowed yet. He looked so pitiful like this. The skin of his chest was stained a deep red from the chest up, with watery eyes, and plump, parted lips that screamed for you to capture them. You indulged yourself for a second, pressing yourself against him. Sanji met you, desperation coloring his every movement. The kiss was sloppy. Saliva, snot, and tears smeared your face as his tongue pressed against yours.

“You’ve been so good for me,” You praised when you pulled back, ignoring Sanji’s disappointed sob. He nodded in response and looked up at you from under his lashes. “Hands behind your back, pretty boy, I’ll give you something tonight, just like I promised.” You crossed one leg over the other, dangling your left leg off the bed until your toes touched the ground. “Go on. Hump my leg.”

The words barely left your mouth before Sanji was on you, trailing open mouth kisses along your clothed thigh as he dragged his cock along your shin. His whole body shook, his dick staining your jeans with precum as he rutted his hips against you.

You grinned. “You like that, don’t you? Humping my leg like a dog?”

Sanji let out a cry when you dragged your big toe down his heavy, cum-filled balls. “Yes, mademoiselle!”

“It’s so cute that you can cum from this.” His thrusts were sloppy and without rhythm. Blond hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, his breath coming out in heady pants as he chased his release. “That’s it, how do you feel?”

Gasping, Sanji buried his face on your thigh. His words came out muffled. “S-So close, mademoiselle, I’m so close.”

You admired the curve of his ass, looking plump and delectable as he pistoned his hips against your leg. The entire scene was so pathetic, you were sure your panties were ruined. A part of you was surprised Sanji couldn’t see your slick staining the front of your pants, or maybe he was too preoccupied with himself that he hardly noticed. You loved seeing your boyfriend like this. He was always so attentive to you. Watching him lose himself to the bare minimum never failed to get you wet.

“Be a good boy and cum.”

Sanji threw his head back, his jaw hanging open and eyes clenched shut. Spurts of semen painted your shin as he ground against you, chasing the last, sensitive remains of his orgasm against your leg. The tip of his cock smeared cum into the fabric of your clothes.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” He repeated the words over and over again, even as his hips twitched and his body shook from the weight of his orgasm. Sanji’s body slumped to the ground. You caught his weightless body, dragging him into bed beside you so you could wrap your arms around him and rest his head on your chest.

“Feel better?”

Sanji laughed, boneless in your arms. “I’ll feel even better once I take care of you, my love.”

You laughed at his declaration. There was no way your boyfriend would be capable of moving for the next hour or so, unless a magic fairy came in and blessed him with the stamina of a workhorse. “What I want right now is to trace shapes into your back until you fall asleep.”

“But-”

“No buts, go to sleep.”

Too tired to argue anymore, Sanji snuggled deeper into your side. His only argument was a displeased sigh that you happily ignored.

“When I wake up,” He promised.

“When you wake up,” You conceded with a smile.

#one piece x reader #black leg sanji x reader #sanji x reader #sanji x yn #sanji x you #black leg sanji x yn #black leg sanji x you #one piece imagines #shout out to closer by nine inch nails and monster by lady gaga for turning me crazy while writing this #i literally got possessed and came to two hours later and this was in my word doc #.jesterwrites

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 4 months

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Kinktober Day 22: Bondage- Victor Creed

Summary: You and Victor have fun with some rope and a little game

Word count: 1, 407

Tension began to form in your body as the position the ropes forced you into began to hurt. You tried not to squirm too much as Victor circled you. He has a devilish smirk on his face as he could see and smell how desperate you were for him. Your eyes were covered by a blind fold and a gag in your mouth. Though you couldn’t see him, you could hear his heavy boot steps.

Suddenly his steps came to a halt as you heard a chair being scraped across the floor. Next came the sound of his heavy body taking it’s place on the chair. Suddenly you shuddered with arousal as the knuckle of one of his clawed fingers grazed the length of your soaked pussy.

“You’re so desperate for me, aren’t kitten? Just want me to fuck you’d already.” He taunted you, the speed of his finger never increasing.

You can’t help but let out a desperate muffled moan at his action and words, your sounds making him chuckle darkly.

“Look so pretty tied up for me. I know you’ve been trying to be a good girl, trying to stay still for me, but I love when you squirm. Come on, kitten, squirm for me, try to break free.” He ordered, loving to see just how weak and submissive you could be in comparison to him.

Wanting to be good and follow his orders, you began to move your bond body, twisting and pulling where you could. Both you and Victor knew that it was hopeless and that your weak squirming wouldn’t do anything to the strong rope or the expert way they had been tied. You made sure to huff and moan out in your play attempt of escape, knowing he loved it when you played into the fantasy.

Your display making him moan out, knowing he was aroused by your bound struggle. Once you started pushing your ass and pussy out and towards him in your performance you heard his zipper being drawn and the sound of skin being worked. From the way he moaned and grunted you could tell he was touching himself, getting off to your struggle.

His movements stopped as he chuckled, now moving to sit in front of you on your shared bed. Removing your blindfold you can now see him shirtless in nothing but his boxers, a darker patch in the front, no doubt from his pre cum.

You made sure to give him begging eyes and wiggled a bit more as his palm held your cheek and his clawed thumb grazed your jutted lip. You knew he loved how you played along with his fantasy, tying you up and you both acting as captive and captor. He loved the game and you loved the way he fucked you from it.

“Such a pretty little fawn and you’re all mine. No escape for you, little one. Can’t wait to fuck your tight little pussy.” He tells you with malicious sweetness.

Playing along you begin to struggle even harder, trying hard to beg through your gag.

“Ah-ah-ah, no begging, kitten. You’re gonna take my cock and you’re gonna like it.” He growls as he pulls your hair harshly, forcing your head back.

He lightly slaps the side of your face and you try not to moan, wanting to stay in this little fantasy. Though Victor was a dangerous man and sometimes both of your kinks could get a bit dark, he never actually likes hitting you hard, even if you beg him to.

“Gonna take your gag off now and you’re gonna be a good girl and not scream.” He warns, his eyes becoming dark as his hand wraps around your throat.

With the gag now removed you take in a deep breath and really start to play along.

“Please sir, please let me go, I won’t tell anymore. Please don’t fuck me, I’m still a virgin. Please.” You falsely beg, both of you loving the layers you add to this game.

“Oh fuck I love a virgin pussy. Gonna be all nice and fresh for me. It’s gonna hurt too and I won’t be gentle. I’ll have you screaming from my cock, little one.” He taunts you, his hand back around your throat, slightly tighter this time.

Whimpering, you roll your eyes to the back of your head, loving the way his power turns you on.

“Maybe you’ll like that. Want to get fucked by daddy’s big cock? Be his good little girl.” His taunts continued as his hand reached over you to toy with your clit.

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped as his finger finally made contact with your throbbing clit. He’d been teasing you this whole time and to finally feel him touch where you needed him most was breathtaking. Desperate and loud moans escaped as your bond form pushed into his fingers, desperately trying to get more friction.

“Oh you are a dirty little girl, kitten. Just want to be touched so badly. Everyone thinks you’re a good little girl but we both know better don’t we?” His voice making you start to reach your peak even faster.

“No, no, no. I am a goood giirl. Aaahh. Pleeeaasse.” You managed to moan out, wanting to play along but unable to stop your body from reacting to how good it felt.

“Yeh you’re gonna be good at taking my cock.” He laughs as his fingers retract and he gives your sensitive pussy a light slap, making a loud yelp leave your body.

Quickly he removes his underwear and takes his spot behind you, lightly grazing the head of his cock along your folds.

“You ready for daddy’s cock, kitten?” He asks as his large head makes its way to your entrance.

“No please, youll hurt me. I can’t take your cock.” You falsely plead, your hips thrusting towards his body giving you away.

Chuckling he leans his body over yours, his hot breath tickling your neck as he whispers into your ear.

“Scream as loud as you need to, little one. No one will hear you out here.” He falsely taunts, knowing that it was more of a reassurance to you.

Straightening up once again he roughly grabs onto your hips as he thrusts in all the way, his large size causing you the scream out in pleasure and a little pain. You were no virgin but with Victors size it still caused a little pain sometimes.

He wasted no time in picking up the pace and starting to fuck you rough and hard. You couldn’t help the loud moans and screams as he filled you up, his harsh thrusts forcing you further into the bed each time.

“This is daddy’s pussy now, kitten. Ruining your little virgin fucking pussy for anyone else. You belong to me now!” He declares, accentuating his point with harsh thrusts.

The sounds that leave your mouth are nothing less than pornographic as he thrusts into you harder and harder. It didn’t take long before you could feel yourself reaching your peak, the familiar warm tingling feeling starting to build up once again.

“Are you gonna cum on daddy’s cock? I feel your pussy grabbing me, kitten. Come on then, milk daddy’s cock, make him cum deep inside you.” He encouraged, one hand leaving your hip to reach down and rub your clit.

With the added pressure on your clit, it all became too much. You let out a deep scream as your bound body shook and wakes with your orgasm running through your body.

As your body shuddered, Victors grip on you intensified as he gave you a few more harsh thrusts before he let out a loud moan, cumming deep inside you.

Both you a Victor stayed that way for a while as you both started to catch your breaths. Gently he pulls himself out of you, all traces of his roughness gone.

With a clean wet cloth he cleaned you off, gently as to not hurt you. Next came your ropes, kissing your sweet skin each time a piece of rope was removed, telling you how well you did between each kiss.

Once you were fully free from your bounds, Victor laid you down gently on the bed.

“I’m gonna run a bath for you, sweetheart. I’ll be back in just a moment. Did so well for me.” He gently coo’s as he kisses your temple.

#Victor creed #Victor creed imagine #Victor creed x reader #marvel #marvel imagine #xmen #xmen imagine

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carpsurprise · 8 days

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˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ prompt list, "winter" + sam ... !

→ gender neutral — (they/them pronouns)

→ notes: is it almost june... yes... did i find this while cleaning my docs... yes... so sorry its out of season for us northern hemisphere Girlies

→ word count: 800-ish

The wind had sent a shiver down Sam’s spine, making him grab at his arms in hopes of keeping any warmth to himself. Even though he had fully known it was going to snow, he had still worn his beat-up old jacket and ripped jeans. He had clearly cared about looking nice over staying warm, but being nearly thirty minutes from both the farmhouse and his house had created some issues.

“Sam, I don’t think you’ll survive this,” the farmer complained, flitting their eyes over to him. They had come fully dressed for the occasion, wearing multiple layers of nearly everything to help them brace the valley’s cold.

“No where else to go but home,” he mumbled, setting his gaze down at the snow beneath their feet. He kept his eyes locked onto his path, making sure to not trip on any hidden roots or rocks in lieu of him rolling down the snow-covered mountain. Any other time he would’ve happily dived down for some fun, but the way his fingers burned with numbness had reminded him to act his age.

The farmer rolled their eyes at the situation at hand. Had they acted on bringing an extra set of gloves and a hat like they had thought, neither of them would be cutting their date short due to a risk of hypothermia. They had known Sam all too well, and should have acted on their first worry. Grabbing Sam’s shoulder, and feeling him flinch in response, they helped Sam navigate the uneven places of snowfall. Even with their guidance, he kept his head and voice low.

“Thanks.”

“Not a problem,” they responded, turning their head to look at him. The tip of his nose was red, and snowflakes left to solitude littered his eyebrows and hair. Lifting their hand from his shoulder, they rested it upon his cheek for a few seconds before pulling it over the back of his head. “Good thing you woke up too late to gel your hair, huh?”

“Oh, yeah,” he huffed, knitting his eyebrows in concentration. “Can’t imagine how bad that would’ve been.”

The farmer let their silence overcome them again, focusing on getting to one of their homes with as little frostbite as possible. Upon their arrival to town, the farmer had stopped just as they hit the cobblestone, waiting for Sam to turn to face them. “Hey, maybe we should go to the farmhouse. I know it’s a little bit more of a walk, but I have a fireplace you can sit by.”

Sam nodded without speaking, walking to the farmer’s side as close as possible to take any heat they radiated. He wrapped his hands robotically around their upper arm, tensing up the further he walked. Sam was frozen to silence, a true rarity in any interaction with him. The two arrived at the farmhouse promptly with no conversation. The farmer ran up the steps to open the door quickly, shutting it behind Sam the second he stepped in to stop the snow from following.

He found the loveseat by the fireplace within seconds, slouching with his head in his hands as the farmer quickly stoked the fire. They stood up after finishing, lingering on Sam’s pitiful state for a moment before turning to the kitchen. Pulling out a mug from the cupboard, they prepared a hot cup of coffee for him, glancing back at him every few minutes to ensure he was still alive. Sam hadn’t moved from his position when he entered, still staying completely silent.

They returned to his side, setting down the coffee and pulling a blanket off the couch to drape over him. “Here, you could’ve taken this when you sat down, Sam.” He shook his head slowly, mumbling under his breath as he slowly raised his head. “Coffee,” they stated simply, watching as he slowly stretched his arm out. They held their hand beneath it, fully expecting him to drop it from his numbed hands.

Mumbling out an affirmation, he successfully held the mug in his hand with a relieved sigh. After a few moments he turned his head to the farmer with a sad grin. “Sorry for ruining our date like that.”

“It’s fine,” they responded, shaking their head and setting their hand against the back of his neck. He still felt chilly, but not nearly as bad as before. Sam sighed once more, relaxing his body into theirs, and resting his head on their shoulder.

“I’ll make it up to you, and next time I’ll look at the weather before I leave this house.”

The farmer laughed, pulling themselves away from him. “Yeah, you better. I can’t deal with this every time we go out.”

He shrugged, lazily turning his head to look at them. “Gonna have to get used to it, especially now that you’re stuck with me.”

#stardew valley #sam stardew valley #sam #sixx writes #slams my head against the wall

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adidastain · 6 months

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bad decisions

1996 serj tankian x fem reader (y/n)

warnings: a little smutty (cockwarming)

notes: all lowercase, first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.)

word count: 2893

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long-time best friends, adrenaline, and freezing temperatures create the perfect recipe for poor decision-making.

thank god his place was only 4 blocks away from the venue.

“i don’t believe in global warming anymore.” his trembling voice carried easily in the cold, breezeless air. serj cursed under his breath through gritted and chattering teeth.

i scoffed. “we’re almost there,” i said, equally as trembly. it wasn’t this fucking cold when we left, 4 hours ago. now everything was covered in a thin layer of frost, and if we hadn’t kept moving, we might’ve been too.

serj didn’t have his own car and i didn’t have my license, so we were forced to walk a measly 4 blocks to the local niche concert venue, which really doesn’t seem like much of a trek. now try walking 4 blocks home in below freezing temperatures. we’d met some friends at the concert and had a pretty good time, but failed to account for the fact that it was past 12 AM by the time it was over, nonetheless in the middle of january. and of course, like the geniuses we were, we’d left before we could catch a ride.

“why didn’t we get a taxi?” i asked rhetorically, letting go of a heavy sigh that i could see in the form of a thin cloud in front of me as it escaped my lips.

“we don’t have any cash,” he laughed. he paused his steps for a brief moment to dig in his pockets. “right?”

“right,” i shivered. “genius, aren’t we?”

serj smiled at my joke. “genius enough to decide to walk home instead of getting a ride. remarkable.”

i playfully punched his arm. “seriously though,” he continued. “global warming my ass.”

“it’s midnight in mid-january, serj. i don’t know what to tell you,” i smiled, now walking backwards in front of him.

“yeah, in southern california. you would think it never gets this cold. my dick is fucking shrinking, y/n.”

i snorted and scrunched up my nose. for some reason, that was always my reaction when he said my name like that. i wasn’t sure if it was his tone, his accent, or something else.

we finally landed on his doorstep and i waited patiently behind him as his trembling hands frantically fumbled with the keys while trying to unlock the front door. serj then dropped said keys and i laughed at him.

“you try unlocking your front door when you can’t feel your fingers,” he playfully hissed at me while i picked up his keyring for him.

eventually we made it inside. it was warmer but not very much. the air was calmer though, we were in our safe bubble.

i flopped onto his couch while serj set his keys on the kitchen counter and winced. “my dick is fucking frozen,” he whined while running his fingers through his long, curly hair. i sat up and smiled at him, watching him pull his hair back into a ponytail.

“why don’t you grow out a beard, keep your face warm,” i suggested, standing back up and stepping towards him. “you already have a little bit of pedo stubble.” i laughed as he swatted my hand away from scratching his chin.

“did you know that thinking about sex can make your facial hair grow faster?” he changed the subject.

“you must not think about sex very often,” i teased, trying to hide my smirk.

serj rolled his eyes, palming my face and pushing me away. i hated it when he did that and he knew it. “rude,” i scoffed, following him to his bedroom.

“er, excuse me, love. i’ll be changing in here now,” he said in a godawful attempt at a british accent, stopping me at the doorway. i flicked his forehead out of revenge and he snorted before closing the door in my face. “your british accent is proper rubbish.” i yelled, in a much better british accent. “won’t survive the islands with that lump o’ shite up yer sleeve, mate.” i then said in a scottish accent.

he cracked open his door, showing just his face and bare shoulder. serj glared at me as if he had something to say, but i spoke before him, saying, “you might want to try studying foreign films if you plan to travel around the world in that band of yours,” in a german accent.

he glared for another moment or two before rolling his eyes and chuckling slightly and muttering, “you’re such a showoff.” he once again slammed the door in my face.

a few minutes later, he came back out in pajamas. flannel pants and a big, grey pullover hoodie. oh, and the star of the show, his signature scooby doo socks.

i’d helped myself to some oreos and was sitting on his sofa before he sat next to me and grabbed the TV remote. i held in a laugh as he shivered again.

“jesus christ I’M STILL FUCKING COLD,” he groaned, throwing his head back.

“dick still frozen?” i asked.

“yes.” he sighed, looking at me with a pouting lip.

i held in a laugh and looked him up and down as his head fell back again. i don’t know if it was his clothes, his now exposed neck, his gorgeous hair, or the idea of cockwarming itself, but he looked good. really fucking good.

very few moments went by before i gently took the remote from him and asked, “want me to warm you up?”

his head snapped up and he stared at me. his eyes were wide and a disbelieving smirk crept up his cheek. “excuse me?” he laughed sheepishly.

i’d meant it. now i was embarrassed and i felt stupid.

“do you want me to help you with… that?” i asked again, quickly glancing at his crotch to reference his frozen dick.

“wh- i- how?” he stammered.

then i felt really fucking stupid. why did i ask him that? what the fuck was i thinking?

i moved barely an inch closer to him after setting the remote back onto the coffee table and stared him dead in the eyes. my voice shrunk and i said, “i could just sit on you.”

a quiet moment was shared before he broke into a laugh and broke our eye contact. he looked around at seemingly nothing and bit on the tip of his finger, before pinching the bridge of his nose and laughing some more.

“why not?” he sighed, opening up the space in his lap for me to sit like a fucking hen on a newly laid egg.

i slid carefully into his lap, every single muscle in my body locked in a tense state. he avoided eye contact as i adjusted my position and rested my hands on his shoulders to stabilize myself.

i then became fully aware of his scent as it flooded my nostrils when i got that close to him. a soft blend of cigarettes, fresh laundry, and whatever cologne-y scented shampoo or body wash he used. my body relaxed and i allowed my weight to settle on his hips.

his hands rested in the pockets of his hoodie and he sat with his head rested back and his eyes closed. his broad chest rose and fell softly but swiftly.

“where’d you get this hoodie?” i asked softly, desperately attempting to break the silence. i was ruining our friendship more and more with each passing second.

…but i kind of wanted to ruin it.

i always thought serj was really intelligent and had a great sense of humor, and i could never understand why more girls didn’t want him. in the past 7 years of knowing him he’d only been through two real relationships, and barely any smaller, less serious flings. i myself had been in and out of relationships and such, but serj and i worked so well together as friends that it was hard to imagine being anything else with him.

“goodwill,” he exhaled. “3 bucks.” serj smiled, keeping his eyes closed. i could feel him relax a bit underneath me. i smiled too and let out a soft laugh through my nose.

“do you feel any warmer?” i asked, even lower than before.

a short few moments passed by before he shook his head and answered “not really.”

in response, i adjusted my position again, earning an unexpected reaction from him. his breath hitched and he briefly opened his eyes as i seemingly hit a nerve or something. his body tensed up again and his breathing grew deeper.

i soon understood why. i squirmed slightly for the billionth time, but felt a little something poking up against me.

every single ounce of my confidence rushed back into me and a devilish smirk came upon my face.

“what’s got you so excited?” i teased.

finally he looked at me again. his cheeks were red and he swallowed hard. we both broke into a blushing laugh and he rubbed his face with his palms.

he threw his hands outward and let his arms fall defeatedly. “you’re sitting on my dick, y/n, what do you expect? it feels good,” he argued.

my heart leaped. why was i so fucking excited about this? i was making him feel good and that was more fucking empowering than any chic flick i’d ever seen.

“it feels good? want me to grind on ya a little bit? like this?” i teased him, biting my lip. i started gently rolling my hips back and forth against his and held his shoulders to stabilize myself.

“NO! no, no, oh my god, fuck, don’t do that,” he whined, covering his face with his hands as he threw his head back again. his breathing was almost rapid and he was forcing himself to inhale and exhale deeply.

i stopped moving, but left my hands on his shoulders. i watched with a contented smile as his breathing became steadier.

“serj~” i said softly, letting my hands fall to his chest so i could feel his heartbeat. it was racing.

he took a deep breath and mustered up enough strength to look at me again. he looked tired, but his eyes were doe-y and somewhat anxious. he was blushing hard and he felt really warm now.

i took a long look at his face, glancing between his eyes, his nose, his lips, his freckles. i bit my lip and leaned in slightly closer.

“i wanna make a bad decision…” i whispered, fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie and staring at his lips and into his eyes.

“you already made a bad decision, y/n.” he stated, his voice deeper and softer than it previously had been.

butterflies exploded in my stomach and we stared at each other for another few, long moments. i planted my palm in his sternum and slowly leaned in, laying my lips between his.

both of our hearts were now racing respectively, and i grew lightheaded from holding my breath before we pulled away naturally, slowly.

we looked at each other for a moment, seeing how the other was reacting to what just happened. his eyes danced around my face and his lips slacked open, breathing deeply despite his racing heartrate.

i brought a hand up to softly caress his neck, and we kissed again. his lips were wet and soft and the kiss was a little on the slower side. i could feel each of his breaths cover my face as his nose brushed against my cheek. i could have sworn that i felt him grow harder each second.

every ounce of strength that was left in my body instantly vanished as i felt his hand slide gently up my thigh. i softly whimpered into our kiss and pulled away for a moment. “your hands are cold,” i giggled, out of breath.

serj smiled at me and looked down. “sorry,” he laughed.

“it’s okay.” i gently tilted his sweet head back up to face mine and kissed him again. my hand caressed his stubbly cheek and i felt his other cold hand gently graze my jaw.

he opened his mouth and licked my lips briefly. i gasped and pulled his head closer to me so i could slide my tongue into his mouth to meet his.

i adjusted my position again and he immediately let go of the kiss, letting out a low, quiet moan against my lips. “careful~” he warned with a smile as he resumed the kiss.

his hand inched closer to my hips and i let it. his hands were huge and fit perfectly on my bony hips. i felt his entire palm rest against my right hip before his thumb slid under my pants to gently stroke the outside of my underwear.

i whimpered his name and pressed myself harder against his hand and his crotch, deepening the kiss even further. my underwear was beyond soaked but i didn’t even care.

i decided to deliver some karma and let my hands sink below his chest and slip up under his shirt. i placed my hands on his warm skin of his abdomen, which immediately tensed up at my touch. his skin was smooth and i could feel a bit of hair in the center of his body moving lower. my thumb brushed over his belly button and my palms were soon met with the elastic waistband of his pants.

before i could get to work on those, he pulled away and stopped me. “wait,” he said.

i looked at him, worry building up inside me.

his hands moved to gently hold my waist and he softly asked, “what are we after this, y/n?”

i stared into his eyes, at a loss for words. i pulled my hands out from under his shirt and hoodie and rested them in our laps, fidgeting with my fingers. “i-” i started, not really knowing where i was going to go with it after the fact. “i don’t know…”

now i felt stupid again. i only got the idea as a joke, i didn’t expect it to turn into this. but i liked it, and it seems like he did too. but we couldn’t go back to what we were, our friendship was ruined.

“...pretend it never happened?” he suggested, sounding just as uncertain as me.

i shook my head, lowering it in shame. it was such a stupid idea.

serj noticed my defeated state and gently held my face. “hey,” he said softly. i looked at him with a shame-ridden face, but quickly moved my eyes away from his. his thumb stroked my cheek and he gave me a small smile. “y/n~” he sang. “look at me.”

i scoffed and looked at him. he grinned and nudged my nose with his.

“listen, no matter what we end up being, you’re still my best friend, okay? maybe we can talk about it tomorrow over- well, later today, i guess. over breakfast. i think we should sleep on it, does that sound good?” he said softly.

his little stutter was so fucking adorable, i could barely contain my grin. i nodded and pressed my forehead against his.

“good,” he whispered. a moment or two passed before he held my face with both hands and softly said, “i love you, y/n. in every way.”

i smiled wide and wrapped my arms around his neck. “i love you too, serj,” i whispered.

he grinned, dear god. his smile had never hit me so hard as it did in that moment. “one more kiss?” he offered, his voice risen in pitch with his eyebrows raised and a sheepish grin.

i nodded, and we leaned in again. it was soft, slow, but not too deep, and a little on the shorter side. it was perfect.

“get some sleep, y/n,” he told me as we pulled away and i stood up from his lap. i nodded again, completely out of words. the only thing i managed to come up with was a simple, but sweet, “good night, serj.”

he gently grabbed my hands, softly kissing each of my fingers while looking up at me. “good night, y/n,” he said, before pausing for a brief moment. he then continued and whispered;

“i don’t regret anything.”

#serj tankian #system of a down #daron malakian #shavo odadjian #x reader #serj tankian x reader #fluff #smut #fanfic #fanfiction #fem reader #au #1996 #soad #nu metal #y/n

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Death Diving

Story Content and Summary - 5,821 words. Off-duty lifeguard Charlotte tries Norwegian death diving at a snowy national park. Drowning, arrhythmia, hypothermia, on-site resuscitation. 🏳️‍🌈

“How high is this?” Charlotte asked, peering down at the water. She was slowly unsnapping her coat. “Looks like the high dive.”

“Not sure.” Their friend Larkin stood next to her, peering down at the dark blue-green water. “Looks cold as fuck.”

“It’s beautiful, though,” Charlotte said.

“It’s giving award-winning nature documentary,” Larkin agreed.

“Is this a good idea, Charlotte?” Henry waited off to the side, hands on his hips. “It looks pretty far, and you said you’ve only tried this twice at the pool over the summer.”

“Yeah, Viola didn’t like us doing it. She said it encouraged the children to try it.” Charlotte shrugged and unzipped her coat. “She was right, so I didn’t argue with her. The lifeguards can’t be encouraging reckless behavior.”

“This is a legitimate sport in Norway,” Larkin reminded them. “Maybe you could get certified or something.”

“CPR, AED, sports medicine and death diving!” Charlotte laughed and shrugged out of her coat. Then she brushed the snow off the top of a nearby boulder before laying her coat there. She bent to untie her bootlaces.

“I haven’t seen ‘death diving’ in the university course catalog.” Henry walked over to Charlotte. Her nose and cheeks were pink with cold. “If you say this is fine, I trust you. You wanted me on that big ass rock near the bottom?”

Charlotte kicked off her boots and sat them by the boulder, stuffing her socks inside as she shivered. “Ugh, so cold! Yeah, back down the stairs and to that boulder we passed. Are you good to film from there? Larkin’s filming from up here.”

“The things I do for you,” Henry said, watching as she peeled her shirts over her head at once and cast the layers off on top of her coat. She had a purple sports bra on underneath. Her skin was already breaking out in goosebumps. He reached out and grasped her by the waist, pulling her close. “Be careful, okay? You can bail if it comes down to it. We won’t think any less of you.”

“He’s right,” Larkin said. They had their phone out and were snapping pictures of the drop. “We are mature enough to not fuck with you for not doing something we’re too scared to do ourselves.”

Charlotte tipped her head up to kiss him and he took advantage, slipping a hand into her loose, dark hair as he kissed her soft mouth. They’d been inseparable since first year English and had plans to move in together after graduation. Henry saw them married with kids some day. He let the kiss linger, his hands running up the cooling skin of her back.

Charlotte shivered and broke the kiss. “Mmm. Sorry, but I’m about to freeze! Larkin, after the jump, you’ll bring my clothes down?”

“I’ve got you, Charlie.”

“Alright, I’ll climb down.” Henry kissed her forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Charlotte reached for the waistband of her pants. “God, it’s cold up here!”

“You’re the G.O.A.T., Charlie!” Larkin called out

“Polar bear club death diving,” Henry muttered to himself, shaking his head as he headed down the wooden steps. The breeze was brisk, with flurries floating by his face, but the view was gorgeous. Gray rock, dark evergreens, blankets of snow, and that dazzling water. Henry made it nearly to the bottom before he spotted a good spot to hop the handrail and climb out on the boulder Charlotte had identified.

Henry peeled off his gloves and crouched in the center of the rock. He took his phone out, looking up the rock face to the edge of the cliff. Charlotte was waiting there, having stripped completely naked. Even at that distance, he could see her strong body, thick thighs and snatched waist hewn from swimming and weight lifting. She raked her hand through her blowing hair and then waved at him.

Henry got the video ready on his phone and waved back.

Larkin shouted: “READY!”

He tapped the button and confirmed his phone was recording. “READY!”

“GO IN THREE—”

Charlotte took three steps back.

“—TWO, ONE!”

She ran toward the edge and, without hesitation, threw herself off the cliff. She looked like a superhero in flight at first, with her arms extended almost casually and one of her legs bent. Henry tried to follow her body as it plummeted, saw her arms pinwheel, but she was moving too fast for him to make out other details. What he did see was how hard she hit the water, more of a belly flop than the inverted vee shape she’d shown him on YouTube.

Henry cheered for her anyway, standing and pointing the phone toward the white ripples representing the spot where she’d gone in. He expected her to come up sputtering but happy, at which point they’d bundle her up and walk her back to the fire.

Henry waited, surprised when it took longer than he expected for her to come to the surface. Just as he felt nervous, he saw her come up. Instead of popping up like an excited cork, she floated to the surface, hair spreading out across the water and her limbs limp. She bobbed face down, pale and naked.

“Charlotte?” Henry shoved his phone in his pocket without remembering to stop the footage. “Charlie?! Charlotte!”

He heard Larkin shout something, and then Henry jerked into action, unzipping his coat and tearing it off. He made himself take the time to remove his boots, cursing as he struggled to get them off and painfully aware of time passing as she floated face down in the pool. “CHARLOTTE! FUCK!”

He ripped his pullover off, too, then dove clumsily into the water in his pants and long-sleeved shirt. Henry hit the icy water with a splash and gasped a shocked breath at the wrong time, filling his sinuses. He coughed and spat out the cold water, trying to make his limbs move and feeling his heart palpitate in his chest. Henry dog paddled over to Charlotte, then grasped her hair and her hip, his fingers already numb with cold as he fumbled with her body.

Henry forced himself to kick his sluggish legs as he turned her over, floating her on her back. What he saw frightened him; Charlotte was ghost pale and staring up at the sky with a strange and empty expression on her face. He was pretty certain she wasn’t breathing.

“Ch-Charlotte!” Henry wracked his brain for anything he’d ever heard from Charlotte about water rescue. “Charlotte!”

If you can do it without drowning, you give the victim five breaths in the water. I did that once, and the guy woke up sputtering!

Henry moved his left hand under her neck and used his right to push her wet hair out of her face. He pinched her nose with his right hand and then hunched over her. He was breathing hard, from cold and exertion and fear, but he sucked in a deep breath and covered her white lips with his. His exhale rounded out her cheeks, and he darted his eyes toward her ashen chest to see if it rose. It was hard to tell between the gentle rocking motion of the water and Henry’s kicks beneath the surface. He’d have to get them both out soon; he was having a hard time keeping himself afloat, and every time the wind cut across the top of the pool he shuddered.

Henry let her exhale and gave her another breath, taking less time between subsequent breaths. He thought her chest was rising, though he found there was some resistance. Not that he knew what this was supposed to feel like. He just knew that she was scaring him; she felt and looked like a cold, dead thing, with her lips slack and her eyes lifeless and far away.

The fifth breath didn’t miraculously revive her, and Henry broke the kiss of life with a gasp. “C-come on, babe… Get you out…”

Henry awkwardly wrapped his arm around her chest and leaned her head against his shoulder, then started one-arm swimming for the shore. Larkin was on the shore, taking off their coat and boots before wading into the pool and meeting Henry just as his icy feet caught up against the bottom. Together, they towed Charlotte to shore.

“Lay her on my coat!” Larkin shouted. “And then we can put hers on top!”

“She’s not b-breathing!”

“My phone’s just over there and I’ve already got 911 on the line. I’ll tell them!”

Henry could barely feel his feet as they dragged Charlotte’s limp body out and on top of Larkin’s coat, spread out in the snow. Charlotte’s head hung backward as they maneuvered her, wet hair swinging. Henry all but collapsed beside her as Larkin draped her coat over her like a blanket, then ran over to their cell phone left on a nearby rock.

“Charlotte…” Henry reached for her, hoping she would wake up now that she was out of the water. The vision she presented dashed that hope immediately.

Charlotte looked like a corpse, pale with cold, completely still, eyes partially open and her lips turning purple. Henry, stiff with cold, pressed his fingers into her neck, trying to feel for a pulse. When he touched her, her head tipped to the side and water dribbled from the side of her mouth.

“I CAN’T TELL!” Henry shouted, turning her face up toward him and then pressing his fingers hard into her throat again. “SHIT! LARKIN! Oh no, NO, I don’t think she has a pulse!”

“Hey!” Larkin dropped to their knees at Charlotte’s other side, laying their phone down on the coat beneath her. “The operator says you have to do CPR! An ambulance is coming, and a park ranger, but—”

“Okay!” Henry forced himself up onto his knees and leaned over Charlotte, his hands shaking from cold and anxiety as he struggled to recall what exactly he was supposed to do.

“I can do the breaths. He says we need to do those since she drowned!” Larkin was shivering, too, but they sat the phone down by Charlotte’s head and tapped the speaker button. “We’re ready!”

“You need to tip her head back to open her airway,” a deep voice said from the phone. Larkin quickly complied, hands on her forehead and chin to tip it back and extend her neck. “Then pinch her nose, cover her mouth with yours to make a seal, and give her two breaths in quick succession. You want to see her chest rise.”

Henry watched as Larkin breathed for his girlfriend, her cheeks puffing up and her chest rising, dusky breasts rising and falling twice. Then he reached out and pushed her coat down toward her pelvis. Henry felt like he might break into a thousand panicked pieces.

“Once you’ve done that,” the operator continued, “you need to do thirty chest compressions. Find her bottom rib and follow it to the center of her chest. You want to put the heel of your hand on the bottom third of her sternum, her breastbone. Stack your hands and lace your fingers. Make certain your shoulders are over your hands.”

Henry quickly traced his fingers over her soft skin and found his mark. He called out: “I did it, I p-push now, right?”

“Yes. Two inches. Then come up.”

Henry pushed down once, then twice. The second time he thought he’d achieved two inches, with her ribcage sinking and her belly rounding. “Jesus, it looks like I’m breaking her chest!”

“It’s okay, sir. Two inches. Count out loud with me as you do compressions. One, two, three…”

“…four, five, six…” Henry found he felt a little warmer with the movement, though he’d rather her be breathing and him freezing if that was an option. Larkin was holding her head in place, but her body moved along with the chest compressions. Huffs of air escaped her blue lips and her ribcage creaked beneath his hands. When he forced his straight arms into her chest, her shoulders shrugged. When he recoiled, he felt her ribcage spring back to the proper shape. The sensation sparked nausea in the pit of his stomach, and he gasped out: “Thirty!”

As Larkin breathed for her again, Henry relaxed his arms and rubbed her chest. “Come on, Charlotte! BREATHE!”

Larkin’s air sighed out of her, and Henry quickly found his mark again and rolled his shoulders over his hands. He counted loudly as he thrust himself down into her chest. Time seemed somehow both sped up and slowed down. He was thinking a little more clearly now and was even more frightened, thinking of the seconds and minutes lost while they got her out and the operator explained what to do. He understood that chest compressions circulated oxygenated blood. He didn’t know why she had drowned so quickly, or if it was possible to survive what had happened, but he wanted to be the reason she had a chance.

“…twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!” The operator had stopped counting with him, but he spoke up as Larkin leaned in to cover Charlotte’s mouth with their own.

“A park ranger with an AED is headed in your direction. He’s got an ATV and expects to be with you in five minutes. DO NOT stop CPR unless it becomes too dangerous for you to continue.”

“One, two, three…”

“We’re not going to stop,” Larkin said, incredulous. “We might freeze to death out here, but otherwise we wouldn’t stop! Fuck!”

“…eighteen, nineteen… just a thing he has to say, Larkin! Twenty-one, twenty-two…” Charlotte made a gurgling sound when his hands plunged particularly deep, but the look in her eyes hadn’t changed when he glanced at her face. “Thirty!”

“Perform two more rounds of compressions and breaths, and then I would like the two of you to switch positions,” the operator said as Larkin bent over her for rescue breathing.

Larkin gave Charlotte a second breath and then said: “Yes! We can do that!”

“One, two, three…” Henry focused on the way the heel of his hand dug into her sternum. Two inches must be enough to press her sternum into her heart. This would express blood from the muscle. He came up off of her, aware again of her ribcage springing back. He envisioned new blood being drawn up into her heart. If he or Larkin kept doing this until someone who could do more arrived…

Soon, it was time for Larkin to give her breaths again. Henry gasped in his own deep breaths of cold air, his eyes on her body as she swelled with Larkin’s breath. There was a dark red mark now between her breasts. Henry placed his hands in the middle of the bruise and forced her sternum down.

Pop!

“Shit!” he exclaimed. He didn’t stop chest compressions, but he was gasping now instead of counting. He would swear that he felt something give when he’d pushed into her. Chest compressions took a lot of effort, but it looked like he was easily crushing her, her chest caving in and her abdomen swelling in rhythmic waves.

“I think he just broke her rib!” Larkin exclaimed.

“Um, it’s okay, I haven’t stopped!” Henry forced out. “Uh… nineteen, twenty, twenty-one… We switch after this, Larkin! Oh… Twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!”

Henry scooted a few inches to the side and reached for her head as Larkin released it, almost colliding with her in his urgency. Disturbed and disappointed that her lips still felt cold, Henry covered them with his warm mouth and filled her lungs with the hot air. He broke the seal long enough to let his gifted air escape, then gave her a second breath.

Larkin had already started chest compressions by the time Henry pulled back from Charlotte. He watched them work for a few seconds, though he knew he wasn’t qualified to evaluate their compressions. They looked deep enough and fast enough to him, her stomach rounding with each thrust and her feet swaying side to side, sticking out from beneath the coat. Henry reached down and pulled the coat over her pale feet.

“…fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen…”

Henry scooted back up to her head, both drawn to and repulsed by her face. She was so pale she looked gray, with blue lips and shadows around her open eyes. He’d never seen a person who looked like this, not someone who wasn’t about to be buried. At least at a funeral home, they attempted to make a person look like what you remembered of them when they were alive.

The thought made his own eyes prick with tears.

“Don’t die,” he whispered, keenly aware of Larkin’s countdown to thirty. “Please, please, please…”

“…thirty!”

A seal over cold lips. His cheeks bulging, then hers. Her breasts rising and falling. Her nipples dark against her bloodless skin. Skin mottled and bruised between her breasts.

Larkin’s own cold fingers interlaced over her heart, and they resumed pumping the muscle for her now that she, apparently, couldn’t do it herself.

“Huh, huh, huh…” Air, forced out of Charlotte’s still lungs.

“…seven, eight, nine…”

Henry smoothed her hair, cold and almost hard as it was. Her hair lay clumped up and clinging to her skin, nothing like her usual shiny mane. Her head rocked back and forth as Larkin pumped her chest, blank eyes drawing a fateful trail back and forth across the sky. The breeze picked up, and both he and Larkin shuddered. Charlotte, of course, remained senseless.

Another gurgling noise escaped her, followed by a small amount of water spurting up between her blue lips. Henry turned her head to the side and called out: “Charlotte?” Another gurgle, followed by a splash of water onto the coat beneath her.

“Thirty! I think she just vomited some water up!” Larkin said. “You have to give—”

“Breathe, Charlie!” Henry almost shouted, before he turned her face toward him and forced himself to pinch her nose and give her another breath.

Need to calm down. Calm down. Charlotte…

A second breath, and then he wiped the back of his hand across his eyes. It came away wet.

“One, two, three, four…”

Henry climbed stiffly to his numb feet and staggered over to the boulder, where he found his coat and dragged it down, hurrying back and dropping it on top of her coat. He quickly crouched beside her to give her two more rescue breaths. Breaths on land were easier than they’d been out in the water, but the action felt so strange to him. In another context, it might have been hot. His lips on hers, the intimacy of a shared breath. Her body responding.

As Larkin started the next round of compressions, Henry straightened out his coat, pulling it up just below her breasts. It worried him that her core was still so exposed to the cold air, but he was afraid to add a thick layer between Larkin’s hands and Charlotte’s skin. Instead, he pulled her limp arms against her sides and tucked her cold hands underneath the coat.

“…twenty, twenty-one…” Larkin sounded breathless now, their face a mask of effort and worry.

“I think… Can you do one more round and then we’ll switch?” Henry asked, pinching her nose in preparation for thirty.

“Thirty! Yes!” Larkin gasped.

Henry gripped her jaw, holding her mouth open and then making a seal with his lips. Two more warm breaths. Her head rocked as Larkin started chest compressions again. Henry leaned down and pressed his lips to her cold forehead, his eyes closed for several seconds, until he pulled back and shook himself. He moved down her body until he was face-to-face with Larkin, ready to take over when it was time.

Larkin, Henry realized, was crying, tears rolling down their face as they finished up the set and quickly leaned over to give Charlotte air. Her breasts rose unnaturally, and then it was time for Henry to fix his hands on her sternum and roll his shoulders over the top.

“One, two, three…” Charlotte emitted a hoarse growling sound, but just as it was when she’d coughed up the water, she still stared half-lidded into nothing. Her head lolled to the side.

“I don’t understand how she drowned so fast!” Larkin exclaimed hoarsely. Their teeth chattered as soon as they stopped speaking, hands trembling as they turned her face toward the sky. Her head moved loosely on her neck. “Or how it got so bad… you g-got to her! She should have coughed some water up and we would have hauled her to the fire to warm up, and oh, God!”

“Thirty! Breathe!”

Larkin sniffled, frozen in place. Henry shouted: “LARKIN!”

They flinched and quickly pressed their mouth to Charlotte’s. As the second breath slipped from her mouth and Henry started pumping her chest again, he realized he heard a distant small motor. “One, two, three, four… Is that the ranger? COME ON!”

“How will they get down here?! How’d they get up there?!” Larkin exclaimed. “Is there an access road?”

“…eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen…” Henry couldn’t pay attention to what he hoped was help on the way. He had to focus; he didn’t want the reason she didn’t make it to be that he slacked off because he heard help coming from who knew however far away. Instead, his eyes dropped to her chest, where his hands were stacked so that the heel of his bottom hand thrust into the correct spot.

What I hope is the correct spot. If you make it, you’re going to give me a lesson, okay? Please, please, please don’t die…

“Continue CPR,” the 9-1-1 operator said. “Make certain you compress her chest two inches and come up completely each time. That’s a good place.”

“Thirty!” Henry called out, but Larkin was standing up and shouting something incoherent. Henry lunged for Charlotte’s head, roughly opening her airway and pinching off her nose. He blew two hard breaths into her, the air spluttering out between them, and then quickly swiveled back to her chest. Her breasts wobbled each time he pushed down on her chest, and her nipples were hard from the cold. The coat slipped sideways off of her stomach, and he watched her belly bow as he compressed her ribcage. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight…”

“HERE!” Larkin screamed, voice breaking. “Down here! HURRY!”

“…fifteen, sixteen, seventeen…”

They dropped down beside Charlotte and opened her airway. “There’s a ranger coming down the stairs on foot! They’ve got bags!”

“Do not stop CPR!” the operator said, startling Henry, who’d forgotten about him.

“…twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!”

As Larkin bent to give Charlotte mouth-to-mouth, Henry glanced up. Sure enough, a man was hauling ass down the stairs, carrying what looked like a couple of bags and a backpack. Henry tore his eyes away and started chest compressions again, trying not to think about how cold and tired he was, or how cold she was.

“One, two, three, four…”

The man’s boots crunched in the snow as he ran from the base of the stairs over to where Larkin and Henry had been trying to resuscitate Charlotte. He dropped his bags and crouched beside her, asking: “What happened? What’s her name?”

“…thirteen, fourteen, fifteen…”

“We were filming her, Charlotte, doing this… Norwegian free diving,” Larkin said, their voice quiet. “She hit the water and I don’t think she was conscious after that.”

“…twenty-six—”

“Okay, pause compressions so I can do a pulse check,” the ranger said, tugging off his gloves. Henry lifted his hands, breathing hard. The other man dug his fingers into her neck and leaned close over her face, tipping his head to the side. Ten seconds passed, and he sat upright, saying: “No breath, no pulse. Continue CPR while I get the AED prepped.”

Larkin was breathing for her before the ranger finished speaking.

“I will stay on the line until EMS arrives. There is an ambulance crew coming up to the trailhead,” the 9-1-1 operator said. “They are on foot.”

Henry rolled his shoulders over his hands, pushing hard down into her chest. “One, two, three…”

“I have a victim who has drowned and two others who may be hypothermic,” the ranger said. “Prepping the AED now.”

He dragged the smaller bag closer to his legs and unzipped it, pulling out a red and white AED, a packet, and a small towel.

“Don’t stop,” the ranger said. He was dressed in warm clothing in shades of brown and green. “I’m going to work around you.”

The ranger rubbed her chest with the towel, though Henry was pretty sure her skin was no longer wet. Then he tore open the packet and dumped out AED pads. Henry kept up chest compressions, though he watched as the ranger flipped a switch on the side of the AED.

“APPLY PADS AND PLUG IN THE CONNECTOR!”

“…twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!” Henry kept his hands in place while Larkin gave her breaths and the ranger peeled the paper backing off the first pad. He barely caught his own breath before he began thrusting his hands hard into her chest again. The ranger applied the first pad above Charlotte’s right breast, then peeled the backing off the second. Henry didn’t waver, forcing her ribcage down and letting it recoil, the motion sending rolling waves down her abdomen. The ranger applied the second pad on the left, below her breast and to the side. Then he plugged the yellow plastic connector into the AED.

“ANALYZING HEART RHYTHM. DO NOT TOUCH PATIENT!”

“Stop compressions!” the ranger called out. “Don’t touch her!”

Henry raised his hands.

“ANALYZING RHYTHM. SHOCK ADVISED! CHARGING. DO NOT TOUCH PATIENT.” The device emitted a loud, high-pitched sound.

“Both of you scoot back!” the ranger commanded. “You can’t touch her when it delivers the shock.”

Larkin and Henry both scooted back, hands in the air and eyes on Charlotte’s limp, pale body.

“Please, Charlie,” Henry whispered.

“PRESS THE SHOCK BUTTON!” the AED commanded, and a yellow rectangle on the top of the device began to flash.

The ranger glanced at both of them and then pressed the button. Charlotte flinched, a small movement centered in her chest that traveled subtlely down her limbs. Immediately, the ranger moved closer to Charlotte and pressed his hands to the mottled skin of her chest.

“SHOCK DELIVERED. CONTINUE CPR.”

“One, two, three…” the ranger intoned. Henry sagged. He hadn’t been sure what to expect, exactly, but it wasn’t this. The ranger looked much more professional than either Henry or Larkin had, most of his energy going to precise, deep compressions. Her body shook each time he pressed into her, breasts quivering, stomach rolling. The compressions made a soft thumping sound as his hands thrust into her sternum. Henry was shivering again, and his bare feet in the snow were alternatively cold and numb.

The ranger hit thirty compressions, and Henry quickly crawled over to her head and sealed his mouth to her cool skin, blowing into her lungs and making her chest rise twice. He held her head in place while the ranger resumed chest compressions. Her head wanted to wobble in his hands, but he kept it steady.

“Her eyes aren’t as open,” he whispered. No one responded, the only other sound the ranger’s steady counting.

“…five, six, seven, eight, nine…”

“She drowned instantly,” Larkin said abruptly. They were sitting a couple of feet away, arms wrapped around their legs. Henry felt a frisson of concern, noting that Larkin’s fingers and lips looked like they were turning blue like Charlotte’s. “I don’t understand…”

“P-put my pullover on, Larkin,” Henry admonished . “It’s on the b-boulder… You’re t-turning blue…”

“…twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two…”

Henry was looking down at Charlotte again, though he heard Larkin rise and stumble over to the large rock where Henry had been standing earlier. When they came back, they sat Henry’s gloves on the coat by Charlotte’s head.

“…thirty!” the ranger called out, then reached over to drag one of his bags closer. As Henry gave Charlotte mouth-to-mouth, he heard the ranger say: “Cold water like that can cause arrhythmias. I saw something similar happen two years ago.”

Henry thought about the heart palpitations he’d felt when he jumped into the cold water. It was like his heart had tried to stop multiple times before lurching back into a fast but otherwise normal rhythm. She’d fallen from a great height, then experienced that cold shock from beneath the surface. He wondered if she’d been conscious enough to understand what was happening to her.

I hope not, Charlie, he thought sadly. Then, he wondered: Did the person from two years ago make it?

Henry was afraid to ask.

“…nine, ten, eleven, twelve…”

Henry slipped his gloves onto his stiff fingers, then flexed them to see if he could still properly use his hands. Larkin suddenly appeared at his side again with his socks and boots.

“Your t-toes are blue,” Larkin stammered, and to Henry’s surprise they helped him put on his socks as he kneeled next to Charlotte, waiting until it was time to breathe for her again.

“…twenty-six, twenty-seven…”

Charlotte made another growling sound like she had earlier, startling Henry into planting his hands on both sides of her head and staring wide-eyed down at her. She didn’t take a breath, however, so when the ranger called out his last compression, Henry quickly pinched her nose closed and leaned down to give her two breaths.

Then Henry dropped onto his ass and reached for one of his boots, fumbling clumsily with them as his eyes burned with the tears he was trying to keep at bay.

“…five, six, seven, eight…”

Henry struggled to get his feet into the boots, let alone lace them. He finally left his boots untied, loose on his feet as he rolled over and back onto his knees. It was time to breathe for Charlotte again. He used a hand under her neck to open her airway, pinched her nose closed as the ranger called out “thirty!” and felt the huff of forced air against his face. Her lips were cold and dry when he pressed his mouth to hers, the angle not quite right as he blew into her. He had to expel air even harder to compensate, and when he broke the seal, their mouths made a “pphhhtttbht!” sound.

“One, two, three…”

“Huh, huh, huh, huh…”

Henry, still leaning over her, looked down at the ranger’s hands buried between Charlotte’s breasts. The depression of her ribcage looked even starker from this angle, and the soft tissue of her breasts shook with each hard compression. When Henry picked his head up, he could see her trim stomach bulge out with each pump of her chest.

“…twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven—”

“ANALYZING RHYTHM! DO NOT TOUCH PATIENT!”

Henry and the ranger both lurched backward, raising their hands. Charlotte’s body was utterly still, which he found even more disturbing than watching her body move from the force of the chest compressions. Her head had tipped over when he released it. Her eyes, open to slits, stared at his knees.

“SHOCK ADVISED. CHARGING. DO NOT TOUCH PATIENT!”

Larkin kneeled a few feet away, their own face pale as the device let out a loud, high-pitched whine.

“Switch with me after the shock,” the ranger said. Henry nodded.

“PRESS THE SHOCK BUTTON! DO NOT TOUCH PATIENT! PRESS THE SHOCK BUTTON!”

“No one touch her!” the ranger called out, reaching for the flashing button. “Administering the shock now!”

He pressed the button, and Charlotte jerked. Henry knew what to expect this time, so he was already moving toward her when the AED called out: “SHOCK DELIVERED. CONTINUE CPR.”

Charlotte made a squeaking noise when he started chest compressions, making his eyes fly to her face even as he pumped her chest. “One, two, three… CHARLOTTE! BREATHE! Seven, eight…”

“Try to stay calm if you can,” the ranger said. He was pulling smaller items out of his bag, a red plastic case and a thermometer. Larkin moved to kneel on the opposite side of Charlotte, near her head.

“…thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen—” Charlotte inhaled. The sound was small, barely audible between Henry’s countdown and the rustling sounds of the ranger. Then she coughed wetly, and Henry jerked his hands off her skin, exclaiming: “Charlotte?!”

The ranger dropped whatever he was doing and pressed his fingers into the side of her throat.

“Take another breath, Charlie!” Henry exclaimed. He scooted down and cupped her cheek. “Come on, I know you can hear me!”

“She has a pulse!” the ranger said, sounding relieved. “Take a breath now, sweetheart!”

Charlotte wheezed, then drew a shallow and rattling breath. Her eyelids fluttered and her chest heaved irregularly. The ranger turned back to his bags, quickly rummaging through until he found a foil packet and a knit hat.

“Just keep breathing, Charlie!” Henry reached down and rested his hand gently on the bruises their efforts had left on her skin. His hand rose and fell with her increasingly stronger breaths. The ranger opened the packet and unfurled a metallic blanket, which he draped over Charlotte. Henry pulled his hand free and reached for the hat. Larkin carefully lifted her head, and Henry tugged the hat down over her cold, half-dried hair.

“Mmm…” Charlotte moaned, her eyelids lifting halfway. Her dark eyes rolled, but he was relieved to see they had life in them now, however disoriented she was.

“Charlie, I love you,” Henry said, leaning down to kiss her cheek. “Larkin, too. We’re both here. You’re going to be okay.”

“Patient has a pulse, labored breathing, and is semi-conscious after two shocks from the AED,” the ranger called out toward the phone. Then he turned back to his bags. “Hey, I have blankets for you two...”

“Uh, okay. Great,” Henry said, after several seconds of delay. “Charlotte?”

Her listless gaze drifted toward his face, focusing briefly on him before she moaned again and closed her eyes. Henry felt the energy drain out of him, relief bleeding him dry. He weakly propped himself up on his elbow beside her, tears finally spilling down his cheeks. The ranger shook out another metallic blanket and draped it around his shoulders.

Henry reached down, working his hand beneath the blanket and coats until found her cold hand. He squeezed her fingers, his eyes shifting to her face. She still looked unwell, and he was worried about the quality of her breathing, but to his immense relief, she no longer looked like a corpse. Larkin reached in and swept a strand of her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.

A few seconds passed, and then Charlotte’s fingers twitched in Henry’s grasp.

“There you are,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

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