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simpjaes · 2 months
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take the back-seat. (p.js & s.jy)
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What’s the point in being a third wheel if Jake can’t watch anyway? or the one where jay lets jake watch him get his dick wet.
minors do not interact, otherwise― pls reblog my works
PARING ―  jay x afab reader | jake sim x afab reader
WC ―  8.5k
TAGS ―  exhibitionist jay, voyeur jake, dangerous driving (do not do this), jealousy, mentions of cleaning up clumped cum in a gas station bathroom lmao
A/N ― what’s that? you’ve read this before??? yeah that’s bc i wrote it on my other blog and now i want to shamelessly read it as jay and jake thanks!!!! (i am the original author: ncteez, this work is not stolen)
– read part two here! 
smut tags under cut::​​​
SMUT TAGS ― THICK DICK JAY, daddy long dick jake, exhibitionism, voyeurism  car sex, dangerous driving, unprotected sex, voyeurism, jerking off lmao, jake being embarrassed and Jay enjoying it, jealous jay, jealous jake
 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
Jake was used to it at this point, walking in to see you being, quite literally, fucked senseless by his best friend. Each time he had managed to barge into the room when the two of you were going at it, he was lucky to slip away unnoticed and embarrassed for the both of you. He never brought it up, never really thought about it after the embarrassment died down, and never wondered when it would happen again. 
Still, though, it kept happening. 
What Jake didn’t know is that it was intentional. Both you and Jay were aware each time he would walk into a room, stop in shock, and then shuffle away. It was something Jay enjoyed much more than you did at first but, you’ve grown to love it as well, maybe even more than your boyfriend does.
Jay liked to be almost caught on some days, other days he wanted to be caught. What he wants most of all though? That’s to be watched. To have someone turned on by what he can do to you, to have them feel jealous of him or even stare in awe at how good he is when he fucks you. 
When Jake moved in, Jay hadn’t really thought about letting him watch or even catch the action in the process. Jay’s big thing was doing it at parties or clubs when everyone was too drunk to care if they were watching or not. However, the first time Jake saw them was a genuine accident on both sides.
It happened shortly after Jake moved in with the two of you (for financial purposes of course.) Neither of you had issues with having a roommate, considering the spare room and all. It was a small place but it easily managed the three of you.
Jay was so in his head that day when he had you against the kitchen counter, breakfast plans long forgotten when he noticed that your ass looked particularly good in the lighting. He was so in his head that, well, he might have forgotten that Jake could walk in at any moment.
A clatter of bowls full of ingredients hit the floor as soon as Jay made eye contact with his best friend coming through the doorway, your leg was wrapped around his waist as he was attempting a deep thrust into you. Unfortunately, instead of that deep thrust, he panicked and pulled out of you so quickly that you lost balance and sent the ingredients flying straight to spoilage. Jake just looked at him, then at you, and then at Jay’s very exposed cock that still managed to stay hard under the circumstances before he turned on his heel and paced back to his room.
That was the first and only time it was an accident on Jay’s part. Sure, he was into that kind of thing before Jake moved in, but it didn’t even cross his mind to include Jake in the fun until that day, at least. 
That night, Jay sat you down in the silence of your shared room and discussed that he will most definitely be fucking you in all areas of the apartment regardless of whether Jake was there or not and that he wouldn’t mind in the slightest if he wanted to watch.
You reluctantly agreed in the silence of your bedroom, only after mentioning that you didn’t want to make Jake feel weird about it, that you didn’t want him to act differently around the two of you. But Jay didn’t relent, assuring you that it would be fine.
It was fine for the most part, even you started to get a kick out of it from time to time when you pretended to not see Jake stare for a little longer on some days before leaving the room.
Jake just shakes it off each time though. Because of course, it’s hot. Multiple times a week it’s like he’s walking straight into a porn film before having to excuse himself, and it gets really frustrating sometimes, considering he isn’t the one getting laid. All he gets are glimpses of the two of you, the sounds he hears through the walls, and the utter joy the two of you seem to have despite his presence. 
He’s learned to accept that neither of you seems to care what he sees, so he decides he won’t either.
 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
It’s a warm day in July. All three of you are packing bags and blankets into the back of Jake’s car for the trip ahead, and all three of you are entirely too thankful to whatever god allowed your schedules to line up in order to have a five-day weekend at the beach. It’s a long drive, 12 to 13 hours at least, but Jake and Jay agreed to drive in shifts so that makes it a lot more bearable.
“Did we get everything?” Jay asks as he throws himself into the driver's seat of the car and pats the passenger seat as if it were an honor to be invited to ride shotgun by him.
           You nod to him, admiring his slender fingers against the steering wheel and realizing it has been a long while since he had driven you anywhere. In fact, the two of you mostly walked or got an uber for your outings simply because traffic is a nightmare in this city.
“Wait!” Jake shouts, throwing himself out of the open back door of the car. “I forgot my phone charger!” He exclaims as he runs back to the apartment building door.
And then it’s silent.
“He’s a really good actor.” Jay laughs, looking over at you and then steering his attention to the console buttons so that he can connect your phone for aux privileges. “A true sport, that guy.” He shakes his head this time, flicking his eyes up at you.
It’s pretty normal, actually, for Jay to find reasons to talk about it. Still, you don’t think you’ve ever gotten used to the way he looks at you when he’s clearly thinking of something mischievous, but you always did love what his plans lead to—so you nod at him with a polite smile.
“What’re you getting at?” You say, reaching over to grab his hand in yours. “Whatever it is, I’m in.”
           He smirks at you, quickly giving you a kiss on the lips before pulling back to adjust the mirror in front of him, mostly for the purpose of Jake getting a good view later. Jake is a bit shorter than him, so he adjusts the mirror in a way that it won't be dangerous when he starts his driving shift. Plus, this mirror is only half of the fun. Just wait until Jake gets to the beach rental. 
           At this point, Jake is already rushing back out of the door with his charger in hand, smiling at the two of you and mouthing a small ‘sorry’ before placing himself in the back seat. He is quick to make himself comfortable, leaving himself unbuckled as he lays his legs across the seat and sighs out.
“Any song requests?” You peek back at him when Jay reverses the car and carefully listens to the GPS that cuts through the speakers.
“Oh, yeah actually!” Jake claps with another one of his well-loved fond smiles.  
     From that point forward, the three of you take turns picking songs to listen to. The GPS would sometimes interrupt the best part of a song to alert Jay on where he needs to drive, but honestly, it was going quite well.
 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
           Hours go by when Jay finally pulls into a gas station for a break, the road trip vibes died about two hours after you left the house. Songs were being sung less, the windows were being rolled up so that the air conditioning could take over, and Jake had even fallen asleep with the warm sun hitting his face against the window.
            He was pulled out of his sleep when Jay opened the back door so that the man could quite literally fall out of it. Which is funny, you admit when you head over to slap Jay on the back of the head for it.
“Jake, it’s your turn to drive,” Jay says, already opening the gas tank and preparing to fill it up for him. “If you need a bathroom, I suggest you go now.”
           Jake nods his head and then rubs his eyes so that they can adjust to the bright lights of the gas station. The sun is going down and now he realizes why Jay preferred to drive during the daytime hours. It’s definitely going to be a rough next six hours but, he thinks the sandy beaches and colorful shaved ice will be worth it all in the end. 
He lets out a long and loud yawn before heading inside the gas station to relieve himself and find a couple of snacks. By the time he got to the snack aisle, he crowds up beside you and asks for help in debating on if he wanted salty or sweet.
“You can get both, y’know.” You say, looking up at him with your own handful of snacks for both you and your very hungry boyfriend.
           Jake looks down at you with sleepy eyes and then moves his gaze to the crinkled bags of candies and chips.
“Oh! Sick!” He yells, suddenly very awake. “They got frosted animal crackers! I haven’t had these since I was a kid!”
           You chuckle in endearment at him, nodding at his selection.
“Don’t forget to grab something to drink to wash all of that sugar down.” You clap with him because his joy always seems to seep into your own mood. Still, you were ready to free your hands up from these snacks so the small joyous moment doesn’t last for too long. 
You slink away from him with ease, leaving him to debate on if he wants one packet or two packets of frosted animal crackers as you make your way to the cash register. 
           After purchasing your snacks you’re quick to head back to the car where Jay raises a brow at you when you attempt to get back into the passenger seat.
“And just where do you think you’re going?” He asks, flicking his head to the back seat as if to tell you he wants shotgun. You shrug in response, piling into the back with ease and without question, feeling more comfortable with the space it has to offer anyway.
            But, when Jay finishes gassing up the car, he doesn’t get into the passenger’s seat. He, instead, scoots into the seat next to you and leans forward between the two front seats in order to adjust the mirror a little bit more.
“Fuck yeah.” He says with a snide voice, peeking over at you as he leans back to get himself comfortable. You look at him with curiosity, wondering why the fuck he keeps messing with the mirror.
“What are you scheming? For real this time, tell me.”
           Jay darts his eyes to the window of the gas station to look for Jake, and thankfully he’s still at the cash register paying for his stuff—probably because the dude likes to make conversation and refuses to read the signals of people just wanting to do their job and not hear about what his plans are for this trip. Then he leans in close to you, placing one hand on your thigh and the other against the nape of your neck.
           If anyone else were looking at the two of you, it would look as if he’s about to make out with you—which would be fine, but he isn’t.
“Jake’s not gonna be able to run away this time.” Jay whispers as if the man inside the gas station can hear him. You furrow your brows a bit at his words before smiling with the same evil grin he gives to you.
“And did you not think to ask me if I even wanted to?” You shrug him off, pressing him away from you and turning to face the window, still smiling.
           You’re definitely in on it but this isn’t exactly the safest way to do this. Still, your boyfriend has always been an adventurous one. Plus, you’re still gonna be a brat about it. Jay likes when you’re being difficult, and for the most part, knows you’d genuinely stop him if it were something you didn’t want to partake in.
“Of course you want to, I see the way you watch him when he sees us—” Jay gripes, glaring at you. “He can’t have you, but he can watch.”
           You shrug at him again, acting as if you could care much less about this plan of his, but he can see that glint in your eye and the smile on your face.
“This is why I love you.” He says in a simple voice at the obvious confirmation on your face, and then he looks back to see that Jake is making his way back to the car.
“Don’t you think we should ask him first though? What if he doesn’t want to watch?” You quickly let out, knowing you’re down for the plan but still wanting Jake to be comfortable. 
Jay is quick to shake his head at you. He knows his best friend is a fucking pervert. 
“Relax, he pops a boner every time he sees us.”
           You nod because he definitely does.
“If he says to stop, we can stop, okay?” Jay goes to reassure you again, but the conversation is cut short by Jake parking himself into the driver’s seat with a questionable look towards the two of you.
“No one is going to sit up front with me?”
           Honestly, the way he says it seems so sad that you almost wanna say fuck the plan just to keep him company.
“I want to sit with my girlfriend since I haven’t gotten to in the past six hours?” Jay argues, kicking the back of Jake’s seat playfully.
“Bullshit! You were sitting up here with her the whole time! Who is gonna sit up here and keep me awake?!”
           Jay is very well aware that Jake will definitely be able to stay awake. No question about it.
“I want to look at my girlfriend since I haven’t been able to take my eyes off the road for the past six hours. Stop complaining.”
           Jake looks at Jay through the mirror, aware that it’s been positioned differently. Internally, he thanks his friend for not only adjusting the mirror for him, but the seat too. Less work on his part, honestly. 
“You guys are the worst.” He complains, starting up the car and connecting his own phone to the system in order to continue the navigation and music on his own accord.
           Then it’s silent. Jake starts to gently hum songs to himself as he gets into the groove of driving and you are in the back, with your boyfriend close by silently talking about god knows what. Jake feels comfortable despite the fact that he knew he would be the third wheel during this entire trip. Still, he really did think one of you would sit up front to keep him company.
            ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
           Several hours later, Jake begins to feel sleepy again just as Jay wakes up from his own nap. You managed to stay awake the entire time because honestly, it wasn’t exactly easy to fall asleep with Jake up there grabbing into his loud-ass bag of animal crackers.
           You just sat there in silence with your boyfriend using your legs as a pillow as he made his attempts at a comfortable nap, and you could tell he did manage that because of the way he fell asleep with his mouth open. You loved seeing him like this though, comfortable and warm against you. It’s really the only time it’s ever quiet when the two of you are together anyway, so you find the silence in this aspect quite enjoyable.
Typically, Jay is a quiet person. Not when he’s with you though, and certainly not when he’s with Jake. 
           Around you and Jake, he can typically be found forcing an argument about some bullshit he’s decided to be passionate about on that particular day, or perhaps talking shit about other people that, more than likely, didn’t mean to step on his toes. Other times, he’s dirty talking to you with such a booming and confident voice that Jake has no choice but to hear it through the walls.
           Jay isn’t a quiet person ever when he’s within his own friend group, save for when he is asleep and that’s why, when he peeks an eye open and stretches in the cramped space against you, you become hyper-aware of the plan the two of you spoke about earlier.
           You’ve been thinking about it the whole time since Jake started driving actually, realizing that the mirror is positioned in a way that would give him a perfect view of the backseat and the street behind him. All he has to do is adjust his eyes to where he wants the priority to be.
Surely, with Jay awake now, the priorities will change. 
           It’s dark now, rarely passing by another car every ten to twenty minutes you can guess. The music is still silently playing and the GPS is cutting in less and less with the long stretches of highways it has navigated the three of you to.
           The car is smooth, there are no bumps in the road, no clouds in the sky to keep the moonlight from coming in, and no cars to distract Jake from what’s surely going to happen next.
           And you were right. You knew you would be.
“Baby,” Jay lifts up and whispers in your ear, quiet enough to where Jake can’t hear him. “He looks a little tired—” 
           You look over at Jay with warm cheeks, already feeling the excitement and anticipation of what’s to come. He’s always so ready after a nap if you’re being honest.
“He does, doesn’t he?” You confirm to him, a little louder this time. Jake doesn’t falter or look back at the two of you through your hushed conversation though. Instead, he turns his music up a little more so that the two of you can discuss whatever it is you’re whispering about without him intruding.
“Should we wake him up a little bit?” Jay chuckles out through another whisper, already glancing down at your thighs. They’re bare in the loose pajama shorts you chose to wear for the car ride. 
“Yeah?” He asks again, this time reaching over and hooking two fingers into the waistband of your shorts.
           All you do is nod at him because any time he wants it, your body immediately reacts in the way it should. It’s almost like he’s managed to train your body to warm itself up the moment he even suggests sex.
           Jay is very quick to take that nod as the green light to get to work. He palms himself gently with one hand to work himself up and uses the other hand to pull you against him. He makes it obvious that it’s a show when he positions both of you in the middle of the back seat, but doesn’t care if it looks dumb considering Jake likely won't be paying attention to where you’re sitting but, more worried about what it is you’re doing.
           He palms at himself until his cock is restrained against his sweatpants, eyes concentrated on you where his fingers trace back and forth under your waist band. It really doesn’t take much for either of you, the small touch alone always gets you to start squeezing your thighs together.
“Yeah” He raises a brow at you, wanting that last little confirmation from you and glancing down at his bulge beneath his pants. 
You look back at him with an eager and small smile, replacing his hand with yours. 
“Yeah.”
“I’m ready when you are, baby—” He whispers out to you this time, more gently, and more for you than for Jake to eventually notice. Feeling the way your hands softly prod and press against his bulge with a sense of…nervousness.
           You look at him, and then down at his bulge—for some reason, it looks more delicious in a moving car being illuminated by moonlight than it does in your apartment. Jake is barely in your thoughts now when you reach a hand over to pull it out, stroking it little by little until you can hear him gasp quietly to himself at the friction.
           You jerk him off for a few minutes before he reaches over to touch you, only because he knows that you get wetter after you’ve been touching him for a while without any friction of your own—and he’s definitely right about that.
 Side by side, your hand is slowly picking up the pace, circling around his length and twisting your wrist at the head. Only then does he let his hand slide into your shorts, straight down to where you, by now, actually need his fingers. 
He can feel the slick almost instantly when he reaches your folds and firmly presses his palm against your clit. There’s somewhat of a groan that’s pulled out of his throat at that. The act alone is enough to get him hot and bothered, but knowing you’re already so fucking wet only amplifies the way his cock twitches in your hand. 
           Jake doesn’t notice a thing until he hears you breathe out loudly, mostly because Jay didn’t quite enjoy the fact that he hasn’t noticed yet. That sound you just made was solely to get Jake to look, and Jay pulled it out of you by plunging two fingers into you without warning, pressing his palm tight against your clit without warning.  
It sends shivers down your spine, momentarily forgetting the small space you’re restricted by when you kick your legs out only to be met with the resistance of the back of the seats. Jay loves it. The way you spread your legs out at the intrusion, squeezing your eyes shut, clenching said fingers. 
He picks up the pace, feeling a dribble of his pre-cum spill against your stilled hand on his cock. And then? He glances up into the mirror to note that, yes, Jake is absolutely fucking watching. His sleepy eyes adjusting to the way your hand is wrapped around a cock a bit too thick to let you close your hand around it entirely, and, well, those spread legs, of course. 
And then? Jake shifts his eyes away the second he notes Jay glancing up. 
           Oh. So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh? Jay internally hates the fact that the two of you can be so absolutely shameless like he isn’t even here. That he can and fucking will just have a go at you right in front of him like this when he has nowhere to run, yet, Jake still pretends it’s not happening, even with his eyes practically boring holes into the two of you. 
           Jake turns his music up more now, drowning out the small gasps the two of you are letting out and trying to keep his focus on the road. He can just pretend this isn’t happening, after all, it’s really not his place to like, watch what’s happening.
No matter how much he wants to.
           And when Jay hears the music turn up, he knows that Jake still hasn’t caught on and smirks over at you, plunging a third finger in and watching you gasp a little louder this time. He does it again, with more force, and then again, and again, until you’re almost whining and rolling your hips forward against his fingers so you can receive more pressure. So you, in your own little world, can force his fingers to reach ever deeper inside of you. 
Then, it stops. Your head spins at the emptiness within you when you snap your head to your boyfriend. 
           There’s a low chuckle from Jay’s throat when he pulls his fingers out of you and swipes your hand away from his cock—he leans forward quickly and kisses you. You already feel overheated in this small cramped space, but feeling Jay’s lips against yours right now only makes it feel hotter, especially when he licks against your tongue in a way that shows you how much he wants you.
           You kiss back with the same energy and he knows exactly what it means, just like you. The two of you know exactly what each other’s cues are. When the green lights go and the red lights flash—you’re both entirely in tune every fucking time.
           Jay is quick with his hands, keeping his lips connected with yours when he pulls at you, trying to drag you onto his lap where his cock stands tall and glistening from the precum. You squeak out a small sound at him, turning your back to the front seat and easily throwing your leg over Jay to sit exactly where he wants you.
“Should we let him see more?” He leans in to look at you, but honestly can’t really contain himself from doing it anyway. 
This is the first time he has ever done this sort of thing with you in a car, and it’s the first time Jake has nowhere to run so that he can act like he doesn’t like watching. Jake should be thanking him, honestly. There are no morals at this moment and Jay thinks it may be the hottest thing he’s ever done. 
“I don’t think I can wait—” Jay chokes out now, answering himself when he feels you lean down to kiss against his neck with a humming sound coming from your throat. He’s already grinding up against you and releasing his own groans at this point, unable to ignore the fact that he needs to be inside of you right now, simply because this is his fantasy. 
           He quickly hooks his fingers into the crotch of your loose shorts, pulling both the shorts and panties to the side with ease before pressing up, you match his actions and sink down, feeling his length stretch you open inch by inch. The girth of his cock is always a struggle to fit at such a quick pace, still, he fills you to the brim when you struggle to sit further down. Thrusting up while simultaneously pressing you down by the hips. 
           It feels more desperate this time. Usually, the touching can last for upwards of an hour —but your boyfriend is looking so desperate and so good right now that you can’t really bare to resist him or his harsh thrust into you. Mostly because he always manages to make you feel just as fucked up as he does in any given situation. Enough to forget where you are. Enough to forget anyone is watching at all. 
           And as Jay feels your cunt squeeze around him, slowly beginning to spill your own wet onto his balls, he glances up into the mirror again—lips slack as he gasps out for you, a small and wordless praise at how tight you are, and then he smirks because there is Jake’s eyes, looking directly back at him, struggling now to keep his gaze where it belongs: on the road. 
Right then and there, Jay makes a point to thrust into you for the first time with full force just so Jake knows that he’s aware that he’s watching, and he wants him to watch. For Jake, one could even say. 
           When he does it, you immediately gasp out at his cock tearing you open with that one tight thrust. You’ve barely managed to adjust fully, but goddamn is he deeper than usual at this angle. You can feel his length pulse inside of you which was enough already to have you panting against him, but now? As he slowly thrusts in and out, holding you up by your hips? 
“God, Jay.” You groan, dropping your head to his shoulder as you see stars just from the lack of adjusting. 
At those words, he’s only inclined to fuck a bit faster, sending a tingle of pain and pleasure straight through you as your jaw falls slack against him. 
           Jay hold your hips, helping you stay slightly elevated above him so that he can drive his cock into you, again and again, stretching you out and dragging against your walls at such a quick pace you literally can barely take in a breath—and when he moves a hand up to pull up to his lips by the back of the neck, his eyes are dark when you finally look at him.
           He lips are still parted, he is out of breath and his eyes are hooded, still fucking up and into you with so much stamina. Too much stamina, actually, after his six hour driving shift. 
“He’s watching,” He whispers against your lips, catching them just for a moment in a heated kiss before he continues. “Show him how much you love me.”
           That alone causes you to moan out, the very idea of Jake watching hitting you directly in your stomach more than it ever did before, back when he was so quick to leave the room.
“Jay—I wanna see,” You stammer out in a small hiccup as he continues to practically fuck himself as hard as he can into you. 
He only smirks with a breath at your request, gripping your hips even tighter before pressing you down, forcing his leaking cock into you ever deeper. He intentionally flexes it inside of you, smiling at the wince on your face at that constant stretch he always gives to you.
“You wanna see Jake watch you get fucked?” He asks in a smug and breathy voice, leaning to lick a stripe against your neck. “You’re so dirty—” He adds in a half-moan, releasing your hips and pulling back to look at you again when you immediately lift on your knees for relief. 
“Turn around then.”
           You do, carefully pulling him out of you with a wince of relief and shuffling your way around to sink back down on him again, this time with your back to his chest. Mostly so you can make direct eye contact with Jake this time, now that you know he’s watching.  
You’re a little nervous but your thoughts are spinning so quickly that you don’t really care about any of that right now. If things are awkward after the car ride, it’ll be because Jake won't admit to liking it.
           Which he clearly does, when you see his eyes flicking from the road back to the mirror with furrowed brows. You make a point to keep your eyes on him when you slide back down on Jay’s cock, leaning yourself against his chest and resting the back of your head on his shoulder. 
This time, Jay keeps his hands at your thighs, one spreading your legs and the other hooking your shorts and panties to the side—holding them in place so that Jake could get a full view of his cock stuffing you entirely. 
He can imagine how painful the stretch must look. Damn, your pussy always does grip when he’s burying himself into you. He’s almost jealous of the view. 
           That’s when you physically see Jake shiver as he darts his eyes down to what you presume to be the very spot Jay is displaying for him right now but, your attention is very quickly pulled away when Jay thrusts up, placing his chin on your shoulder and gripping your thigh even tighter to keep your legs open.
“Look at him—” Jay demands in a whisper when he bucks into you again, turning his head only slightly to whisper this time. “He’s loving this.”
           And he is, as unfortunate as it is.
 Jake is unable to drown out the sound of your moans with his music, he doesn’t even want to drown them out at this point. He could barely pull his attention from the mirror at first, but now? He definitely can’t now. Jake is keeping his eyes on the road only to glance back up and see a full view of your face staring back at him, your pussy pulsing around his own best’s friend’s cock—It’s a bit much, he will admit but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s harder than he thinks he’s ever been when watching the two of you. 
Mostly because, this doesn’t feel accidental now.  With the way you’re either moaning and rolling your eyes back before looking dead at his eyes in the mirror, or you’re reaching down to spread your pussy out even more for him to see. Wiggling and wincing at the way Jay’s cock forever stretches you past your own limit. 
Jake feels like he’s going fucking insane watching this, unable to bring himself to outwardly groan at the image just yet.
           Unfortunately, that happens anyway. Against his will, even. His throat forces a groan out of him when he notices your blown pupils staring back at him as you gently bounce behind him. He can fucking hear how wet you are as you bounce, he can hear the desperate breaths and the pornographic moans—it’s taking everything in him not to pull this car over right now and take Jay’s place.
           But he can’t. You’re not his to share. And while he can’t pull over to take over—he can, at the very least, attempt to release his own tension.
           He is trying to be sly when he moves one hand from the steering wheel down to his own pining and jealous cock, palming himself through the soft fabric. He moans at the sensation without intention at the same time you do. Forcing his eyes to darken as you stare at him in the mirror. 
           You’re maintaining as much eye contact with him as you can, but it’s becoming difficult each time Jay whispers small praises in your ear.
“You must look so good from his angle, I’m so fucking jealous—” Jay grunts out against you, now holding you down again and taking over by thrusting into you with powerful, tight thrusts.  “Are you spreading it out for him?”
           You nod against Jay, finally allowing yourself to throw your head back against his shoulder again, this time swirling your own hips against him and using your fingers to spread your lips out impossibly wide for Jake. 
           Jay hums out at that, relaxing his body beneath you so that you could work your magic on him for his best friend. He holds onto your hips for a moment before glancing up again at the mirror. 
He can see that Jake is driving one-handed and smirks to himself about that.
“Is he getting off right now?” Jay chuckles quietly as he moves your hair from the side of his face and uses the other hand to grip your chin and forces your eyes back to the mirror to witness what he’s witnessing himself.
           You just moan at the sight, not only noticing that Jake is clearly still watching, but he’s moving too, his shoulder moving in a very obvious way in which would tell practically anyone that he’s fucking his fist as best he can right now.
“Talk to him.” Jay demands this time, wincing at the way immediately you pull yourself up and prop yourself on the center console, head peeking far enough past the seats to see exactly what Jake is doing and startling him enough that he swerves the car only a little bit in panic.
           Jay stays leaned back in his seat, staring down at your ass and the way you bounce, forcing his cock in and out at such a beautiful pace at this point, no more pain in regards to his thickness. Just full on stretched pussy gripping him with each slide. 
God, the view is always so fucking good. 
           You’re easily riding him now, perched up so that you can dirty talk his best friend just to get a rise out of him, Jay is loving it as he reaches a hand forward to spread your pussy out around his cock before pressing down on your back so that you sit against him harder.
           You moan out next to Jake, attempting to keep your composure when you look down at his length pressing heavily against his pants. “Are you watching us?” You ask, wetting your bottom lip with your tongue.
           Jake can see your body moving even though he can only see your face in his peripheral vision, unable to face you completely—it’s kind of killing him that you’re just talking to him while getting fucked. He’s embarrassed, but what the fuck else is he supposed to do?!
“It’s okay, Jakey—” You coo out, the pet name coming out like honey against your tongue. “We want you to watch.” You urge him on, seeing him immediately move his hand back to his cock.
           You stare down at it, wondering how big it is and how good he is with his hands, but you know your boyfriend probably wouldn’t appreciate that much. 
So, you whisper very quietly, leaning a bit more towards Jake as you watch his fingers grip his cock tighter than they were gripping the steering wheel earlier. “Why don’t you pull it out?”
           Jay heard it, and honestly, he would normally be jealous because he will not share you with anyone under any circumstance, but the fact that he wants his own best friend to watch kind of calls for at least letting him cum right? By his own hand though, no more, no less.
           You feel Jay thrust a little harder into you this time, pushing and holding you down by your hips. Knowing he’s kind of become the third wheel himself, despite actively fucking into you. 
He fits himself into you with a force that tells you not to push it with Jake any further though, and you listen to his body language the same way you would with his words.
“Jay is okay with it, but you can only watch—okay?”
           Your sweet voice hits Jake's ears, slightly moaning with each word. He knows you’re feeling good right now and he can’t contain it anymore. He can no longer pretend like he doesn’t think about watching the two of you like he doesn’t go and rub one out in his room each time he sees it.
           That’s when he finally uses one hand to pull his sweats down with one tug, eyes fixated on the road as he listens to you. He knows you’re watching him, and doesn’t know what else to think about aside from the fact that his cock is springing out and leaking heavily against his t-shirt. Showing you how badly he fucking wants it.
“Oh—” You gasp, and Jake isn’t sure if it’s for him or for Jay.
 You would never admit that it’s because of how much bigger he is in length compared to Jay, and how perfectly it fits into his hand, with those long and pretty fingers. 
           Jay is becoming increasingly jealous though, especially with the way you begin to bounce against his cock as if Jake is doing something that really gets to you, but goddamn it feels so good that he can’t bear to stop you. Hoping to god that Jake doesn’t manage to steal his girl from him while he’s literally balls deep.
           He throws his head back this time and just lets you fuck yourself on him as you talk to Jake. You’re unable to stop yourself from riding Jay in a way that seems entirely too out of character for you. But when you look back, your boyfriend seems to really be enjoying himself.
           You turn your attention back to the front, seeing now that Jake is moving his hand much quicker, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he desperately attempts to drive the speed limit at the very least.
“I bet you wish it was you, don’t you?” You urge him on, watching his reaction each time you speak to him. “Bet you wish you could feel how wet I am, Jakey, right?”
           Jake can’t even contain his nod, moving his fist up his length at a quicker pace than before. 
“Show me how you’d d—” You’re cut off with a moan when Jay reaches forward and grips your hips again, taking over for you and aggressively fucking into you at a pace that shows you that he’s either pissed or about to cum.
“Show me how you’d do it, ” You repeat through the thumping of the thick cock inside of you, attempting to keep a level voice as Jay aggressively spreads and grips your ass, grunting through each thrust.
           Jake finally turns to look at you for a moment, a very short moment, and then intentionally fucks up into his hand once, twice, and then a third time before shooting his eyes back to the road in a panted groan. 
He wants to show you just how hard he would fuck you right now if he were given the chance.
           The way he moans throws you for a loop, much deeper sounding than your own boyfriend’s but the sound of it hits your core and spreads heat throughout your body. 
You instantly reach down with one hand to circle your clit, clenching around Jay as he attempts to pull you back to him—but you stay in place, eyes trained on Jake’s cock being pumped relentlessly. You know he’s showing you the way he would fuck you, and goddamn he would probably be so good at it.
“Shit—” Jay chokes out. “Baby—” He warns this time.
You’re not sure if your boyfriend is telling you to pull off to prevent orgasm, or simply warning you that he’s absolutely about to fucking obliterate your cunt as best he can, all for Jake to watch. 
Jay can tell you’re rubbing your clit, at least, but fuck you’re so goddamn wet. His cock slides in and out of you so much easier compared to some days and it feels so good to him. Warm and wet walls hugging him, pleading for his cock to keep going, and going, and fucking going. 
He feels so good inside of you right now, more than usual, in this tiny space that the car offers. With your pretty moans, and maybe even Jake’s moans on top of it all. It’s a bit overwhelming, Jay can admit, as he suddenly, and desperately wants all three of you to cum with him. 
Thankfully for Jay, you also desperately want to see Jake cum, and you hate to say that it’s kind of Jay’s fault for prompting all of this. Including the fact that you’re only pressed between these fucking seats watching him work himself because your boyfriend told you to talk him through it. 
“Are you going to make me cum?” You ask out to Jake suddenly, sighing between your words and wondering why the fuck you just said that but, it sets off a fire in the man with one hand on the wheel and the other gripping his cock.
           It gives him the illusion that he is fucking you, and that he will make you cum.
“Come on, Jakey, Jay’s close too.“’
           And just like that Jake is squeezing himself so tightly, dragging his hand only once up his length before he’s nearly slamming his foot on the breaks.  He lets his foot off of the gas instead, thankful that there is not a single car on this street when he cums. Visibly shaking and attempting to hold in his moans as he hears you directly next to him being fucked senseless. 
“Oh my god–” Jake half-moans, unable to keep his eyes from rolling back as he stutters his body through the pulses of cum shooting out of him. 
You praise him for it, wanting nothing more than to reach over and kiss him for looking so fucking erotic doing what he just did, but you opt to just compliment him.
           The image of Jake breathing his way through his orgasm, keeping the three of you safe in this car throughout all of it, and obviously wanting to fuck you has you nearing your own climax as Jay’s hips stutter against you.
           Your fingers against your clit grow increasingly aggressive as you finally allow yourself to fall back against Jay, taking over for his tired hips as you attempt to work him up to his orgasm.
           Honestly, you feel like the sexiest person alive right now, two men unable to contain themselves over you—it feels so good.
           And when Jay growls against you with an audible ‘never talk to him like that again’, you release, surprisingly, before Jay does. Cumming around his thick cock and gripping against the seats in front of you as your ears ring and your eyes begin to see colors.
           Something about your boyfriend being jealous is just entirely too hot, you might just have to absolutely talk to Jake like that again. Only so you can feel the way he grips you possessively and mumbles strings of both praise and arguments against you when he finally hits his own orgasm.
Words like “what the fuck was he doing up there for you to get so wet, huh?” and “don’t ever use that voice on him again–”
           When it’s all said and done, the car is a mess and Jake is immediately taking the next exit to the closest gas station. Partially so he can hide in the bathroom and cry before shamefully cleaning his juices off of the damn windshield (this is an exaggeration), but mostly so you could get cleaned up.
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           Jake is standing in the bathroom staring at himself, opting to give up on cleaning the cum off of his shirt because this gas station appears to have the hottest water known to man and it only clumped up against the fabric.
           He’s sighing to himself, realizing how much of an absolute freak he must seem to you and Jay when, speak of the  fucking devil, the man himself walks into the bathroom and crosses his arms at Jake.
“Yknow—” Jay starts with a glare. “I could have sworn for a full ten minutes you were going to take my girlfriend away from me.”
           Jake’s eyes widen in embarrassment, because in all honestly, he would have fucking tried if you’d have let him.
“It’s not like that.” Jake stutters, backing away from the mirror and forgetting that Jay is actually right behind him, so he ends up bumping into him. He very quickly twists around and properly backs away from him this time.
“Oh my god, relax.” Jay steps forwards and claps him on the shoulder. “I was the one who suggested we even do this, just like—watch what you’re doing.”
           Jake nods, looking down.
“What do you mean?” Jake questions, still looking at the floor.
“What? You thought we could do all of this and expect you not to stay the next time you walk in on us?”
           Jake blushes, fixing his eyes on the soiled spot of his shirt.
“I’m embarrassed—I didn’t know what I was supposed to do so I just, did what she suggested?”
“That’s good.” Jay pats him on the shoulder again and forces him to look at him. “Jake, if you don’t touch her, you can do whatever you want with your cock—just know that I don’t share.”
           Something inside of Jake both shatters and swells up. Yeah, part of him wondered if all of this would lead to a beach vacation threesome, but it doesn’t appear that way. Nevertheless, Jay is still offering up a pretty sweet deal.
“Is she okay with that?” Jake asks.
“More than okay. I couldn’t tell if she came for me or for you, which pisses me off, not gonna lie.” Jay pulls away from Jake and pulls his length out casually, dabbing it with a napkin before attempting to wet the paper towel.
“Fuck! Why is the water so hot!?” He exclaims, jumping back and looking over at Jake.
“This is too weird—” Jake says to himself with heated cheeks, and then turns his back to Jay. “I’m sorry if I crossed a line, it won't happen again, honestly,”
           Jay just shrugs, allowing his paper towel to cool down like an actual smart person before dabbing away the dried cum. It’s not like he didn’t rent out a single-roomed beach house in order to prompt Jake to watch during this vacation. 
“She’s the one in trouble for that one. But we already talked. So we’re cool, just letting you know the boundaries, that’s all.”
           Jay had specifically asked you not to dirty talk Jake the way you did or to call him by any sort of nickname. But you had urged that it was honestly the hottest thing Jay has ever done for you, though it was supposed to be for Jake. 
He guessed you might be more into the whole being watched thing than he is, and that’s fair considering you never so much as tried anything kinky before meeting him. The two of you compromised. You’re only allowed to praise and talk to Jake that way if Jay is allowed to absolutely humiliate him at the same time. They’re not even sure if Jake is into that sort of thing, but you’d both stop the moment he felt uncomfortable.
“Okay, so… “ Jake says, waiting for Jay to finish his cleanup. “Is this gonna be a normal thing then?”
“Maybe, if you keep wanting to catch us, that is.”
“I swear, I never did that intentionally!” Jake defends himself but finally looks over at Jay who has his pants pulled up now.
“Oh, I know. It was also my idea to have you catch us all the time. You definitely liked watching though.” Jay winks at Jake knowingly, but before he could even attempt to respond there’s a toilet flushing and a burly man walking out of the furthest stall in the back.
           Both men stare at each other, too stunned to move based on the fact that this man had been sitting on the toilet listening to the entire conversation and hearing them clean cum off of themselves. Honestly. If there was a hole nearby, Jake would probably bury himself in it (no pun intended).
“Gentlemen.” The burly man says with a solemn tone, and all Jake can do is turn around and walk the fuck out of there as quickly as he can.
“Uh—” Jay says to the man, pointing behind him with his thumb and an awkward smile before turning on his heel and pacing out directly after Jake.
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Vengeance (500 followers celebration!!)
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The boat scene we deserved ;)
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Summary: Abby finds you drunk, hiding away on a boat. Will you leave your girlfriend and run off with your childhood love?
Warnings: smut, MDNI, dom!abby, sub!reader, hate sex, abby being possessive, cheating (tsk tsk don’t do this), fingering, slapping, slight overstimulation, dubcon since reader is drunk but consenting
A/N: so this is the overall winning poll for the celebration so I hope you all enjoy! I don’t think I’ve ever read boat scene for queer abby so I’m like lowkey scared if this is uncharted territory lmao. Also this like loosely?? Follows what happens in g2 but I just made it gay as fuck also unrealistic for the relationship dynamic but I! Don’t! Care! Okay bye!
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“Thought I’d find you here,” she looks disappointed, but knowingly. Of course she would find you here, where the fuck else would you have gone, home? There was no home.
“Ya’no he’ll kill you too for just coming to find me,” slurs out your mouth, you’d be drinking since dawn perhaps. Drinking every bit you have left, not like you’d have a rainy day in store for you come sunlight.
“I’ll take my chances…” she situates herself up on the bench with her forearms lazily cast over her thighs, “how much have you had to drink,” it’s not accusatory, more of a redundant question she knew the answer to before she’d ever taken off to find you.
You take another hefty swig straight from the dirty bottle, letting the lip knock against your teeth. “Fuck off,” you throw out at her, eyes cast on the doorway she had walked through, both dead men walking now.
“So you want to tell me what happened,” now she begins to pry, all the rumors she had heard, maybe they were true, but she thought she knew you better. Once she did, when she was yours, if you could even call it that. Perhaps unspoken puppy love, a trauma bond of sorts. Whatever it was, was over, not that you ever had the decency to tell her. You were with someone else now, whether it was right or not, it was your newfound reality.
“I’m not like you…” your gaze meets hers at last, the words trail off, she knew what she had heard was true. “I couldn’t fucking do it, she was pregnant, begged for me to spare her…the kid. You don’t understand what it’s like, my morals are fucked from those people. This isn’t us. This isn’t you.”
“You don’t think I’ve been put in fucked situations?”
“That’s my point abby, this is all fucked…” you throw your hands hazardously in the air that springs droplets of the honey liquor flying out. Your feet move on their own, bringing you into an upright position as you begin closing in on her, “we are all just chess pieces in their game, when will you understand that.”
She rises out of her seat to meet your stance, she was much stronger, much more intimidating than you could ever surmount to, but the honey liquid encouragement was working overtime. “So you’re just going to run off? you can’t escape this,” her words reek of venom now.
“Come with me,” it comes out as a plea, but confident in meaning. She lets out a scoff at your attempt, shaking her head at your scheme. “What you’re just going to leave her?” She didn’t need to give a name, a further explanation, you both knew the predicament well enough.
Would you leave her?
“Yes.”
“You’re a fucking ass you know that-“ she begins to walk past you but you take grip at her muscled bicep, you feel as it twitches under your grasp.
“Abby-“ you begin to plead. She gives you one last look of adoration before ripping you to pieces.
She begins backing you into the nearest wall, pushing her hands into your chest to get you to her desired location, “no- fuck you- you don’t get to do that anymore.” She continues to dig her palms into your chest, you try to pull them off of you to no avail, on any day you’d be no match for her strength, but today the liquor only worsened your case.
“You know you’re different,” you bite at her, deepening your gaze, letting your eyes speak louder than your words could. She takes a moment to stare at you, truly wondering if you’d even meant it, if she knew the truth. “Don’t fucking do that-“ her palm grips at your throat now with no real threat as her other palm continues to dig into the flesh of your chest.
“You know it’s true abby.”
“God I fucking hate you,” she says through gritted teeth. She can barely get out the sentence before clashing her mouth against yours. She ravenous, eating you alive, digging her fingers into your soft flesh. She wasn’t allowed to have you for so long, but now, for however long she could, she’d reclaim what was hers.
Shes sloppy, mouth messy against yours as you both fight for dominance, dueling for the right over one another. While her teeth begin to bite down at your lip she brings her wavering fingers to the button of your jeans, attempting to break you out of any confines that are in her way. She rips them down off of you with no generosity as she whips you around so that your chest and palms are pressed into the wall.
You can’t see her, she wanted it that way. This was wrong, but she couldn’t stop herself. In the end you were always hers anyways.
You’re left panting into the cold wood of the walls, awaiting her punishment. Her large hands grip into your bare hips, jutting them out so they meet her completely clothed pelvis.
“Always were so pliable huh?” She taunts into the shell of your ear, making you shutter under her breath.
“I hate that you made it happen like this,” her hand swings down and lays a stinging smack into the meat of your ass, you breathe out hoarsely. “I hate what you do to me,” another smack is laid into you, this time eliciting a whine to escape your throat. “I fucking hate what you make me feel,” this time the infliction came harder than the rest, the slick now beginning to run down your thighs, aching so badly to be touched.
“Abby- please.”
Her knee comes between your own, opening them up wider for her, your slick stringing a sticky web between your thighs. Her hand snakes around your waist, without warning leaving a gentle smack onto the mound. You let out an eager whimper at the decadent pain. She rubs the wound quickly after, feeling your built up arousal in her fingertips that elicits a smug groan in your ear.
She continues to rub down your slick slit with no true target in mind, coaxing as many pathetic moans she could get at her indirection for your pleasure.
“Does she touch you like this?”
You don’t respond, brain too fuzzy to play into her antics. Another smack is laid into the soft pink flesh, hitting your swollen clit perfectly.
“Do you let her?” She says with more aggression this time, rubbing harsh circles around your clit now. You can’t help the guttural moan that comes out, “y-YES.” You should lie, but you didn’t want to know what she would do if she found out you were lying.
Her pace doesn’t falter, continuously circling the swollen bud, “does she feel better.” You pause for a moment, knowing the answer but forced with the moral dilemma of speaking it- “no.”
“I know.” Her fingers come off your clit causing a pathetic whine out of you. Her hand comes to the back of you now, her fingertips prodding at your fluttering hole, teasing the impending doom of her cruelty.
“Deep breath,” she commands of you. You pace your rapid breathing to suck in deep- when she hears the air hit your lungs she plunges her pointer and middle finger deep inside. There’s no grace, no sympathy as she beats into you. Her fingers already coated in your slick haphazardly plunging into your sweet spot.
Your screams don’t stop now, so completely full from her fingers, lust coating your eyes over white. You bite into her forearm placed next to your head to stabilize herself, teeth cutting close to the bulging veins. Her own breath beginning to falter, you can hear the faint moans trailing out her own mouth, almost completely covered by your moans.
Your walls start closing in on her fingers, she rips her free hand out of the tight enclosure of your mouth, in seconds working tight circles on your enlarged clit. The sensation of both stimulants drawing you to the edge of your climax “abby- I’m going t-“
“Tell me you don’t love her.”
She wasn’t going to make this easy, of course she wasn’t. But you’d do anything for release now. “I don’t- I- don’t!”
Her fingertips on your clit stop circling as she pinches onto it, and thrusts even harder into your hole, “say her fucking name.”
You’re screaming out, breathless, mind numb, you’d kill to finish at this point.
“I don’t love Ellie! Please!”
“Good girl now cum on my fingers,” and like that she continued, fucking into you relentlessly, fingers barely stable coated in slick at your clit.
Your ears began to ring as your orgasm took full autonomy over you, sending waves of pleasure down your pathetic structure and out through your needy throat. All you could muster out was incoherent spells of curses and the name of your capture. She took everything she could from you, never letting up till you begin to shake from the overstimulation.
Her fingers trailed from your clit to your hip, she dug her nails into the flesh there. The fingers wedged in your hole remained, gently thrusting when she felt it pulse, eliciting strained whimpers from you.
“I hate that I love you,” as she pulled her fingers out of you, leaving you there limp.
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Hi! Just wanted to say that I admired your work, and you have pushed me to write again. I hope you have a good day. (Sorry,
a little awkward here)
If you don't mind, I have a request. I always wonder how Gale, Halsin, or whoever you would like to write would react to a Tav that her/their love language is physical touch and/or gift giving (like little crafts and stuff.) Thanks!
ooo i love this idea!! Did it in HC format so I could do both Halsin and Gale (+ Dammon bc I love him lol). I hope you enjoy my friend!
Having an S/O whose love language is Physical Touch and Gift Giving
Gale
I definitely take Gale as someone who loves physical touch but doesn’t like PDA.
So he reserves all his touches for when you all are alone or away from prying eyes.
But he does love it.
He loves when you cuddle up to him when he reads, putting his arm around you and pulling you close as he reads to you.
he also loves holding your hand, intertwining your fingers together.
And he loves kisses.
Kisses to your lips, your cheeks, your nose, etc…
He especially loves leaving kisses to your neck/shoulders when you are lying in bed or just before you wake up.
No when it comes to gift giving, I don’t feel like Gale is particularly familiar with relieving gifts from romantic partners - at least not the small but still meaningful ones.
He keeps anything and everything you give him, always telling you what he likes about it and stuff.
If it’s something he can wear/use you bet your ass he is using it or wearing it all the time.
Halsin
Halsin, as we all know, is not a shy man.
He loves to touch you and doesn’t give a fuck who sees lmao.
He will hold your hand or tug you closer to his side, even kiss you whenever and wherever. He does not care, he just loves having you close and feeling your skin against his own. Even in a non sexual way.
I also know this man loves to cuddle okay??
Like I feel like he runs warm, so at night he probably doesn’t sleep with a shirt on and just has you tucked against his chest.
And he obviously, loves to kiss you just like Gale lmao.
He’s always sneakin’ a lil’ kiss.
When it comes to gift-giving, he loves the little things you bring him.
Whether it be some honey you found at the market or small little malformed wooden figures you tried your best to whittle.
He keeps and cherishes them all, something you don’t find out until you find his little stash in his pack.
If you ask him about it, he just smiles that wonderful smile and tells you he likes to have a piece of you close to him at all times.
Dammon
Okay, possible controversial idea but uh…
I feel like Dammon is a bit touch starved.
Not because he doesn’t like touch or anything but with his home being thrust into he hells and most of his time spent in the forge I just don’t see him spending time much with others.
So when it becomes apparent that your love language is physical touch, he’s a tiny bit lost at first.
But he reciprocates after a while, and soon he finds out he loves that shit too.
He loves to hold your hand, even presses a kiss to your knuckles everyonce and a while, especially if you’re both just lounging around.
I definitely peg him as one of those guys that does the whole “hand on your lower back when he passes behind you” thing and if that doesn’t make you weak in the knees idk what will.
also his tail?? I’m sorry but that man projects his emotions with his tail i swear.
You find it wrapped loosely around your leg a lot when you’re cuddled up in bed, holding you close just like his arms do.
Now, when it comes to gift giving - I think he is more used to being the one to give rather than receive.
so when you first give him a gift he is really surprised and can really only mutter a stuttered flustered thank you.
I feel like your first gift to him might be a new scarf, so even if he didn’t verbalize it well you know he loves it when he wears in nonstop for weeks after you gave it to him.
anything else you give him, small hand made trinkets and baubles, etc… you’ll soon see proudly displayed scattered around his forge.
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when you’re sick; enhypen
word count: 3.7k (total) warnings: being sick LMAO gn!reader a/n: hi guys first work!! pls like & reblog & follow for more xx
heeseung
lowk it’s him that always gets you sick. but anyway, he’s such a great boyfriend, always caring for your needs, and there’s no way he’s ever leaving your side.
“oh, it’s raining.” you reached your hand out as you walked out of the mcdonald’s the two of you took a trip to. it was around two in the morning, so there was nobody around, just you, heeseung, and the rain. the boy in mention followed you, closing the door behind him, and his eyes met yours mischievously.
“come on,” he said, pulling you by the arm into the pouring rain. laughing, you ran after him, getting soaked by the second.
“hee- you’re gonna get sick!” you squealed. he only laughed, running in the direction of your home with his hand in yours. when you two reached your front door, he looked you in the eyes instead of going right in.
“i’ve always wanted to do this.” he leaned in, giving you a kiss which you welcomed. you had never been happier.
that is, until you woke up shivering the next day. you wrapped your blanket tighter around you and rubbed your eyes, groggy. you opened your phone to see it was already 1pm. thank god you had no plans.
wait.
you did.
you promised heeseung you would go out on a date today. though you had seen him last night, you didn’t want to waste any time since he was always busy.
you shot up in your bed in realization, only to instantly regret it with the sudden pound in your head. wincing, you took a second to steady yourself before getting up. you rang up heeseung on your phone and walked out of your bedroom, only to be met with a familiar ringtone playing from somewhere in your kitchen and a stirring from your couch.
“y/n! you’re up.” heeseung instantly got up from his spot on the couch and ushered you back into your room.
“what are you doing here?” you said as you blinked sleep out of your eyes, your voice raspy.
“you weren’t picking up my calls, so i got worried and i came to check up on you.” he pushed you into your bed, pulling the covers over you and tucking you in. “you have a fever, by the way. i got into your room and you were shaking like crazy- you scared me.” with that he felt your forehead, frowning when he noticed how the temperature wasn’t any better than the last time he checked in the morning, if not worse.
“hee, i feel like hell.” you leaned in closer to him closing your eyes, and he stroked your hair. whatever magic his hands had, it was definitely soothing your headache.
“stay here, i’ll get you some medicine.” he tried to get up, but you grabbed his arm to stop him from going.
“no medicine, stay with me.” for a second, heeseung softened, seeming like he was ready to drop everything for your sake. but alas, he shook his head.
“babe- it’ll make you feel better.”
“not if it tastes like that, no.”
“please?” he squeezed your hand, as if that was going to convince you.
which it did. soon enough, you caved and gave him a half-hearted nod with a sigh, which he smiled triumphantly at. his bright smile worked even better than medicine, to be honest.
jay
god he’s a mom. in the best way possible. he’s so responsible whenever you’re sick, and he’s constantly checking up on you, whether that be cooking for you, making sure you take your medicine, etc.
“hey, i got your text.” your boyfriend shook you awake, and you blinked back at him. his eyes showed how concerned he was for you, someone who had fallen asleep curled up on the couch waiting for your beloved boyfriend to come and save you.
“hi, jay.” he smiled- you were too cute, even in your gross, sick state. the red nose, rosy cheeks, and the way you held the blanket as close as possible: he was head over heels.
“hi, baby.” you smiled back. “you take medicine yet?” you nodded: you knew he would have scolded you if you didn’t take anything.
“like an hour ago, yeah.”
“how often are you supposed to take it?”
“every four hours,” you recalled, and with that, he opened his clock app and set an alarm for three hours later.
“go to sleep, i’ll make you some soup and remind you when you have to take your medicine again.” he used his hand to stroke your eyes shut, which you obliged.
now jay was left with the task of making you soup: not the hardest thing in the world, but knowing you, it had to be a certain recipe. the problem was, he didn’t know what.
he started by texting your mom- ever since he met your mom, the two had instantly clicked. since he often asks her how her day has been and often ordered her flowers whenever he had the chance, he had no problem shooting her a text.
a reply came back within a minute, complete with a heart emoji and a link to the recipe she always used. quickly thanking her, he got to work.
you woke back up around an hour later, having somewhat of an appetite. thankfully, your chef of a boyfriend had something ready for you to eat. he came over at the sight of your open eyes, holding a bowl full of your favorite soup.
“feeling any better?” you shrugged, and he pursed his lips. “drink this, maybe it’ll help.” he placed the bowl on the coffee table in front of you, and you sat up, ready to eat. however, he lifted a spoon to your lips rather than you doing it on your own.
“i can feed myself, i’m not dying,” you laughed at how caring your boyfriend was.
“shh- say ahh.” he smiled back, almost teasing as you opened your mouth to take a sip. “good job!” this time, he was definitely teasing you, given his babying tone. you scoffed, taking the spoon from him. “i’m kidding, give me that back,” he chuckled. he continued to feed you, dabbing at your lips with a napkin as he did so.
“thanks, jay.” you grinned gratefully.
“of course.”
jake
somehow he’ll comfort the sickness out of you. he’s a bit strict because he wants you to get better, but with a hug and sweet words, suddenly you’re not sick anymore.
your eyes shut tight, you heard familiar keys turning to unlock your front door. immediately you ran as fast as you could without physically passing out.
“babe- i’m hom-” before he finished his sentence, you crashed into his chest, face buried in his scent. “what’s the matter? you okay?” he gave somewhat of a chuckle, giving you a warm embrace.
“i feel like i’m dying.” you groaned, your skull feeling like it was splitting in half. he pulled you away from him to get a good look at your condition with worry-filled eyes.
“headache?” he asked, voice concerned. you gave somewhat of a nod, and he pulled you back into his chest trying to bring you serenity.
suddenly you reached out to his forehead, eyes still closed while pressing your palm to his skin, making him frown.
“wha- what are you doing? i feel fine,” he laughed, before quickly realizing what your objective was: you felt feverish, and you were checking to see if your temperature was higher than normal. his smile melted and immediately smacked his hand against your forehead, causing him to gasp at how hot it was and you to wince at the sharp coldness of his fingertips. however, after getting used to the initial shiver, you leaned into the touch, craving its cold.
he shook his hand away from you, his face in a worried scowl as if he was a mother scolding you.
“you’re burning up!” he pulled one of your arms as he led you towards your bedroom. “you need rest. now.” with his voice echoing in your brain, your expression was one contorted with pain, which only worried him more. you closed your eyes as you followed him, only having enough energy to oblige to whatever he asked you to do.
he brought you to your bed, bringing the blanket up to your chin.
“don’t go anywhere! i’ll get you anything you need. from now on, you’re on bed arrest.” you rolled your eyes, though smiling.
“it’s okay, i’m not dead.”
“you’re going on that road though!” he almost laughed, “you can never be too careful.”
“it’s okay, really. i feel bad that you have to take care of me after you have your tiring schedule.” he was about to protest, so you quickly added, “it’s kind of late, anyway, i’ll just sleep it off.” he shook his head.
“i love taking care of you; it makes me feel trusted and i just want you to get better. if there’s anything you need, just say the word.”
sunghoon
he silently observes your condition whenever you’re sick, and no matter how shy he may be, he always makes sure you’re well taken care of.
he watched as your head hit the desk, falling asleep uncharacteristically. something had to have been up for you to fall asleep during a lecture. maybe you didn’t get a good sleep? maybe something happened last night? maybe you were worried about something?
as soon as your teacher announced a two minute break, he jumped up from his seat to check up on you. you seemed fine this morning, why was your condition going downhill all of a sudden?
he tapped your shoulder, causing you to stir awake from your hazy state. you lifted your head to meet concerned eyes and a raised eyebrow.
“mm? what’s wrong?” he asked gently; you shook your head.
“it’s nothing, just tired.” you tried stopping yourself from shivering as to not concern him, but apparently you failed as his concern only seemed to grow.
“you’re cold? the weather’s so nice today,” he said, taking off his blazer and handing it to you. “wear this, i don’t need it.”
“thanks.” you quickly put it on, wasting no time because you felt like you were freezing to death. with a pat on your head, he went back to his seat seeing that break was already over. he made a mental note to check on you again as soon as possible before opening up his textbook like the teacher instructed.
during the lecture, he kept stealing glances at you, worried about your unwell state. he watched as you struggled to keep your eyes open while simultaneously rubbing at your sides in an effort to get warmer, seeming as though you were in pain, probably from a headache.
the bell rang and you were still dozing off. he walked over, and you woke up to the sudden contact of something cold on your forehead. the touch felt so good, you leaned in closer.
“hey, you’re burning up right now.” he flipped his hand over to the back of his palm to double check that you were indeed burning up. “hey- excuse me,” he raised his hand, “i’m taking them to the nurse.” without bothering to hear the answer, he took you away.
you held onto his blazer as he practically dragged you by your wrist, too fast for your weak, not to mention dizzy, self to handle.
“wait a second…” both your voice and legs seemed to give out from the sudden exertion and your knees collapsed, causing his reflexes to catch you.
“wha- y/n? y/n!” thank god for his reflexes. “you okay?” you nodded, tired and out of breath. “why didn’t you say anything if you were this tired?”
“sorry,” you breathed, and he rushed to get you to the nurse, carrying you there the whole time.
he helped you sit down on the seat that they had, a hand around your waist to ensure you didn’t fall. with that, he left you to talk to the nurse, looking back at you to check on you a couple times during his conversation with some observant side eying. he came back, his hand instantly going to yours.
“we’re clear to go home, c'mon.”
at home, he lay at the side of your bed, resting his head on the bed frame.
“y/n.”
“mm?”
“did you know dead people can get sick?” he looked a bit awkward, as if he was only trying to fill the silence. in all honesty, you wouldn’t have minded either way, but you loved him for trying nonetheless.
“are you implying i’m dead?” you shifted in your bed, trying to get comfortable but only miserably failing. “because you might be right.”
“no, no. it’s because if you lean in close to their grave, you might hear them coughin’.” you blinked. “like coffin, get it?” you blinked again, but this time, with an exasperated smile on your face.
“not making me feel better,” you said, turning to your other side, and he laughed.
sunoo
so cuddly, so sweet, so perfect: will do anything for you as soon as you ask. his main priority is you, and he makes sure you know through constant calls, constant laughs, and constant love. this boy is definitely a worrier though, so be prepared for his almost too-constant care.
"hey, are you okay?" sunoo brushed some hair out of your face. as the attentive boyfriend that he is, throughout your little park date he noticed how you seemed a bit distant and a bit more clumsy than usual. you smile and nod, despite how increasingly dizzy you were feeling.
he holds your hand as you walk into the cafe, and silently he worries about how quiet you've been. you sit down without a word, too focused on how the world kept spinning around you while you tried to hide the fact.
"did something happen?" he asked, which snaps you out of it.
"no, don't worry." the eye contact was almost unnerving.
"are you upset at me?"
"no, of course not," you say with a somewhat of a breathless laugh. you turn to order, but he stops you by placing a hand on your forehead. he knew something was wrong and he was right with how hot you forehead was.
"hey! you literally have a fever." rolling his eyes, he quickly grabbed your arm and lifted you up. "lets go home, why'd u even come out if you weren't feeling well?" he scolded. "i don't know how i missed it before: you don't look good at all. i'll carry you home, get on." you shake your head, feeling bad, and he rolls his eyes again with a laugh. "don't be silly, c'mon."
he carries you to the bus station, and you try not to fall asleep.
"thank you," you mumble into his ear, leaning onto his shoulder, and he gently squeezes your leg in response. he places you down onto the station, eyeing you carefully as he sat next to you waiting for the bus. sunoo gently pushes you down onto his shoulder, and you oblige, closing your eyes momentarily... just for a moment.
you find urself awake on the bus: he must've carried you on. you wince at your headache, the sunlight and the rocking of the bus only making it worse, and so you nuzzle into his side, which makes him notice that you were awake.
"you can keep sleeping." he says, moving the hair out of your eyes with a fond smile.
"i'm sorry for ruining our date.. and now you have to go and take care of me," you closed your eyes again, sighing.
"stop apologizing, i know you'd do the same for me."
jungwon
he can tell when you’re sick, no matter how much you try to hide it, and instantly he forces you to rest, no exceptions. he lovingly scolds you, only worried for your health.
“where do we keep the thermometer?” you trudged over to the cabinets in sweatpants that were clearly not yours, the noise causing your boyfriend to look over. he smiled softly at the sight of his clothes on you before registering what you said, which made his eyebrows furrow in worry immediately.
“it’s right above you, babe-” he got up from his seat on the couch to retrieve it for you, since he was taller and able to reach, unlike yourself. “what do you need it for? are you okay?” nodding, you moved out of his way.
“science project,” you explained, hoping he didn’t notice the way your skin was too flushed to be normal. he used one arm to reach for the thermometer you asked for, his eyes scanning for the device, and the other to feel your forehead, much to your dismay. the burning temperature under his palm snapped his attention towards you.
“hey,” he pressed the back of his hand on your skin to double check, eyes wide, “you’re burning up.”
“how’d you kno-” he stuck the thermometer into your mouth, effectively shutting you up.
“i just wanted to make sure you weren’t asking because you felt feverish, but you were.” sighing, he took out the device as it beeped, patting your head while frowning at the 101.4 degrees that it blinked back. “y/n! you’re basically dying, and you were just planning on making me believe you were doing some science project?”
“it’s fine, i feel fine, i just didn’t wanna bother you.” you rubbed at your eyes as he huffed, dragging you by the arm back down to the couch he had been sitting on.
“lay down.” he wasn’t messing around; his seriousness in regards to your well-being was cute, though, so you didn’t complain. he walked to get you a towel, and as he wet it with water he asked, “how long have you been feeling sick?”
“just like yesterday, no big deal.” his frown deepened. he opened the cabinets, searching for something with a scowl. he came back with just the cloth in his hand, laying it on your forehead, which you initially flinched at but soon welcomed.
“i’ll come back in a bit, we’re out of medicine.” he stroked your head before turning around to leave for about half an hour. you fell asleep in the meantime, the sickness overtaking you.
he came back with a bag full of medicine and some of your favorite things, only to find you completely asleep. he placed his new things ok the counter before coming back to check on you, thermometer in hand, placing it in your ear only for you to stir awake. jungwon froze wide-eyed, hoping you would just go back to sleep, but failed.
“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you,” he half-whispered, to which you slowly blinked back at him, not having the energy to respond. noticing this, he turned his head to the side. “are you feeling worse?” you gave a slight nod, which reminded him that he didn’t check the thermometer since he was too busy trying not to disturb you. “holy- 102.9!” his head whipped back to you with concerned eyes, only to find you asleep once again.
happy to see you rest, he swore to himself he wouldn’t rest until you were resting without any discomfort. to start, he quickly got you a change of the wet towel, and carried you over to his bed. tucking you in, he gave you a quick kiss before leaving to make you a meal for when you were awake.
niki
to him, you’re so cute when you’re sick. you get clingy and you’re all sleepy? he’s down bad. this also means he’s always at your side for this reason- also because he wants you to get better so you can hang out again.
god, your head hurt like hell, and your eyelids were so heavy. trying so hard not to fall asleep, you simply rested your head on the side of the couch.
just a little lean, not falling asleep. definitely not falling asleep.
you promised niki you wouldn’t fall asleep until he came home from his practice, and you were set on fulfilling it. you hadn’t seen him in a while, after all. but everything was spinning, and you felt so sleepy; just closing your eyes wouldn’t hurt, right?
he found you asleep on the couch.
“cute,” he whispered, moving to sit next to you. he poked your cheek, and your eyes scrunched in annoyance subconsciously. he laughed, and poked it again, but seeing how you still didn’t wake up, he softened. you must’ve been pretty tired, he thought. he brushed the hair out of your face but immediately froze: why was your forehead so hot?
trying again, he pressed the back of his hand against your forehead, eyes widening at how your skin was burning up. he shook you awake as gently as he could, worried.
“you have a fever?” he said softly. he felt your face again to double-check, and at this, you opened your eyes slightly.
“mm? you’re home-” you cleared your throat, voice raspy, and rubbed your eyes. “sorry i fell asleep.” you blinked at him and the way his eyes basically screamed concern. “what’s wrong?”
“you have a fever,” he repeated, getting up. you reached for his hand, confused since you were still not fully awake.
“where are you going?” squeezing your hand, he let go and went to open the cabinets.
“to get you a thermometer.” sure enough, a thermometer was in his hand when he came back, and he stuck it in your mouth as soon as he sat back down. “hey- 102! you’re actually sick!”
"hmm," you mumbled, agreeing, making him frown. he quickly pulled himself onto the couch on top of you, making you squirm under his weight. "are you an idiot?" you said, and he chuckled a bit at your tone especially with how sickly your voice sounded. "first off, you're crushing me, and second of all, you're gonna get sick too!"
he pat your heat soothingly. "shh, you're sick, i don't need you to lecture me; just get better," he said as he snuggled closer to your side.
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the art of dancing in the rain
synopsis: hyunjin suggests that the two of you dance in the rain, which is slightly alarming but extremely endearing
pairing: non-idol!hyunjin x gn!reader
warnings: rain?? (not proofread)
word count: 325 words
part 2
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"you know you make my world light up"
"Jagiya. Honey. Sweetheart. Pumpkin."
You open your eyes to Hyunjin's puffy face hovering over yours. It's a Saturday morning and light is pouring through the windows. Hyunjin gives you a sleepy smile, cheeks puffed and hair messy.
"What?" you mumble, sinking back into the sheets.
Hyunjin eyes you nervously, "It's the start of the weekend, right? So if we get sick, we would have about a day to get better."
You wake up with a start. Get sick?Where on earth did that come from? "Is everything okay darling? You aren't attempting another ice bath, are you? Because last time-"
"Oh no no no," says Hyunjin shaking his head rapidly. He gives you a shy smile, "I was wondering, do you want to dance in the rain? I have always wanted to do it with someone."
The request catches you by surprise. It makes you feel soft and fuzzy inside. He wanted to something that he had always wanted to do with someone, and he had chosen you. There are eight billion other people in this world, and yet whether it was fate, luck, life or a mix of all three, Hyunjin had found you. Hyunjin had chosen you. And he always affirmed that he would always choose you.
"Okay," you giggle, grabbing a hoodie. He flashes you a smile of such pure happiness that you feel like melting.
You both quickly grab your sweaters and Hyunjin gets a pair of earphones. You both stumble down the stairs and onto the pavement below. He gently puts on the earphones on both your ears and "Hymn For the Weekend" by Coldplay floods your ears. Hyunjin sets his forehead against yours and pulls you close.
As you sway to the music with him you close your eyes. Rain envelopes you both in a chilly embrace but you don't care. This feels like a butterfly trapped in an image, an everlasting moment of beauty.
This feels like forever.
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a/n: i thought i would gift y'all with a tiny little fic for getting through monday <3 maybe i'll do a part two of when these two pabos in love fall sick and have to look after each other lmao +_+. anyways, send in you comments and feedback and i would really appreciate the reblogs!!
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Hiiiii! I hope you’re doing well! If possible could I get an Apollo x wife!reader scenario where like he always promised he’d never cheat and stuff cause he only ever had eyes for her but then she finds out about Will and is really upset until she meets him and thinks he’s super cute (in like a motherly way off. Bonus points if she used to be with Ares before he started dating Aphrodite and so that’s why she was so upset cause she felt like it was Ares all over again even if they’re still good friends)
Sorry if this is too specific or confusing or something 😅
i love TOA Apollo, and while i've never been really sure how to write the POV of a god, i think this is pretty fair considering his in-universe persona written by Rick. thank you for the request and no worries about specifics! also, my apologies if this is super long lmao
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You wiped your wet hands onto the rag by the kitchen sink as the dishes you had just washed dripped. Normally, you'd dry them as well, but you were running low on time, and you didn't want to miss a crucial part of the night in order to fix little details like that. Smiling to yourself, you folded the rag and hung it up by the sink again.
The oven timer beeped just in time for you to get your apron on, and you grabbed your mits in order to safely pull the tray out of the oven. You placed it on top of the stove, the scent of the warm turkey filling your nose. Usually, you'd preserve such a thing for a holiday, but today might as well be one.
Tonight, was the night Apollo visited you once more, after several months in his human form trailing after some young girl, he seemed to take a liking to. Now he was immortal again and could see you after all that time apart.
You'd seen him within the first month at some point. You couldn't do anything though, because that wasn't him. It could very well be, but it wasn't. Lester was average, but it wasn't Apollo. You didn't want to sound shallow thinking that, but there was nothing connecting the god of the Sun to some fake New York teen.
And it'd been too long since then. He said it was for your safety, but you knew it was just because he couldn't stand for you to see him like this. You could tell by the way he walked that he was just as uncomfortable with his new body as you were. He looked like a baby deer, stumbling on tiny legs as it struggled to learn how to walk.
That was not your Apollo, your Apollo was graceful with a flashing smile that sent gusts of warmth up your arms. But his looks weren't all that appealed to you so many years ago. He might've been vain, but he was lovely too. He cared for mortals as the great Titan Prometheus had, and everywhere he walked seemed to cheer someone up.
He was rather dependent on his looks, but around you all that seemed to shy away. It was just you, mortal flesh and human blood, and him, golden blonde hair and a blinding smile.
In your head, you tended to akin Apollo to a star. Despite being one of the oldest Olympians, he seemed so much younger. His sister, Artemis seemed so much more serious and mature, and Dionysus had also seemed to understand his duty more seriously. Being the god of the Sun was more habit than it was a job to Apollo.
While the gods floated and stayed still in their palaces, Apollo roamed around. Each day when he rose and ran the sun, he saw places he might've otherwise missed. Everything wondered him, whether it be a small cave in Taiwan or a forgotten shore in Australia.
Stars were small, surrounded by dozens of other stars and radiating their heat and charm. You thought that summarized Apollo pretty well.
The doorbell rang, interrupting your thoughts.
Startling, you jumped up, rushing to untie your apron and hang it up in the hallway. In nothing but a pair of over washed jeans and a loose beige t-shirt, you pulled the door open, and finally felt like you could breathe again for the first time in months.
There Apollo stood, bronze skin and gleaming hair, a suspiciously bright red Camaro sitting in your driveway.
"Y/N," he breathed, voice as soft as a deer's mewl.
"Apollo," you answered, and leaped forward. He caught you easily, as he had always done, and pulled you close. Your fingers clasped behind his neck, grasping onto blonde curls.
His own hands found your hips, fingers slipping into the belt loops of your jeans to tug you forward. His nose was buried in your hair, and he pressed repeated kisses to the crown of your head.
He was dressed in his godly attire, bands of gold, an airy white tunic, and gold sandals. He looked like a supermodel next to you, but he held you as if you were true treasure.
You pulled back for a moment, only to pull his head down so his lips could meet yours, pressed together in a locking kiss.
It could've gone on forever, but mortals needed air, and you pulled away to breathe. With your chest heaving, he smiled at you as if you'd hung the stars. One hand lifted to cup your cheek and cradled your face.
"I love you," he said, voice soft and almost weak sounding.
"I love you too," you said, pressing your cheek to his chest. You felt something break in you when you heard the slow beat of his immortal heart. It was like a dam that finally crashed.
Your eyes filled with months' worth of tears and you hiccupped wetly against his skin. "I-I missed you so-so much..." you sniffed, trying to calm down your rapid breathing, "don't ever do that again!"
He gave a small rueful laugh and wiped at your tears. "I'll try," he said, and that was enough.
The two of you went inside, and he familiarized himself with everything again. You ate dinner, with soft talk of what'd you'd been up to the past few months. He was unusually quiet and kept glancing out the window to the sky as if it were going to disappear.
He followed you back to your bedroom and changed into some clothes that had been sitting in your dresser for months, awaiting him. You were in the bathroom attached to your room, combing your hair as he sits on the bed watching you.
You placed down the comb with a small clattering sound and turned to him. Your palms were flat on the countertop.
"What's up with you? You're...quiet," you ask, biting your lip. He blinks and runs a hand through his hair before standing and striding over to you.
He wraps his arms around you and hides his face in your neck. "Sorry, I... I've got a lot on my mind..." It was weird seeing him like this, so unsure of himself. Even before, when he would melt in your hands like putty and show his true self as a soft sweet husband, he was never uncertain. Not around you, at least.
You take his hands in yours and press a kiss to the inside of his palm. "Then confide in me. I'm here, and I don't plan on leaving."
He looks away and you recognize the expression easily.
Shame.
"Apollo," you say, a bit uneasily.
"Yes?"
"Tell me," You urge. He hides his face in the flesh of your neck again and presses a kiss to your nape.
"I made a promise, a while ago, and I broke it," he admitted, and you scoured your mind for a time where he'd done such a thing.
You held his hand, the new ring gleaming on your finger. Under Apollo's sunlight, it shone like a star in the night sky, but not even it could compare to the light of his smile.
He kissed your forehead, and said, "No demigod kids, I promise. Not even yours."
You laughed and swatted at his arms. "Be serious," you huffed, "and thank you."
"Mhm," he hummed, smiling against your temple.
Instinctively, you pushed him back, second-guessing your strength and gasping when he banged into the doorframe. He winced and held a hand to his shoulder blade.
He opened his mouth to say something, but you shook your head. "How old? No--how many? How--how could I have been so stupid?"
"Y/N..." he tried, voice breaking halfway through your name. It didn't matter, you were louder.
"No, answer the question!"
He closed his eyes, face twisted with distain as he cowered. The god, Apollo, cowering to the wrath of mere mortal.
He breathed in to steady himself.
"Five."
Your face contorted into one of anguish, then horror, then anger.
You cared not for the pained expression on his face when you pulled off your wedding band and flung it at him. He caught it and held it to his chest. "For fifteen years I thought you were loyal! But no. Did those years mean nothing to you? Could you have not waited another century for me to pass? God!"
You ran a shaking hand through your hair, and felt disgust rise within you.
"Please," he begged, but you were having none of it.
"Out!" you shrieked, "get out!"
He obliged, leaving you to fall to the floor, sobs falling from your lips.
It went like that for a while. A few weeks, you think. He tried, multiple times, but you didn't want to listen. How could you have thought he loved you? All those years of lies.
You didn't want to think about him. So, you didn't. You blocked all thoughts of Apollo out. That was until you were sorting through your mail and found one from a sender you weren't familiar with.
From, Will Solace, sent by Hermes Shipping & CO. to Y/N L/N
Curiosity taking over, you opened the letter, and began to read.
Dear, Y/N!
Hello, I'm sure my father has given you quite the issue, and I must say your anger is justified. I have not come to defend Apollo's actions but assist yours. I'm Will Solace, a half-blood son of your husband, my dad. He's been whining a lot at camp, but It's easy to tell how much he misses you. The whole time he was mortal he wouldn't stop talking about you. He claims that he's tried to talk to you, but you keep shutting him out, so I decided to take things into my own hands. You have all the right to ignore this, but I have a feeling you won't. As you're well aware, my father has had multiple demigod children since his marriage with you, which is wrong no doubt, all of my siblings agree. But I don't think he's talked to my mother once since my birth, and Austin said he hadn't seen him before camp since he was four, so, I think it's safe to assume he hadn't cared much for our mothers. But he did care for you. I know my dad, and I know how he used to be all those years ago, which kind of concerns me for you, but I'll stay quiet about that. If he stayed with you this long, then he plans to stick it out. I truly believe he cares for you, and if so, I'd like to meet you. If possible, please come to XXX cafe at 1:30 next Friday.
With care, Will Solace.
You didn't realize you were crying till teardrops were dripping off your cheeks.
With a racing heart, you walked over to the calendar. The letter had been later than probably intended, which meant next Friday, was actually tomorrow.
So, it came to the question of whether or not you would go.
You missed Apollo so much. He was right there, and you could hold him and have him as much as you wanted, but you pushed him away. You let your anger blind you, however justified it may be, and ran from the man that loved you most.
Then it was decided. You'd go. You'd meet Will, and you'd force Apollo to apologize.
Now that you were there, waiting outside the cafe anxiously, the plan didn't seem so fool proof. You flattened down the fabric of your summer dress and ran your hands along the strap of your purse, eyes searching for anybody that may resemble Apollo.
Will isn't hard to find, and like his father, the world seems to center itself around him when he's near.
His hair is blonde and curly, just like Apollo's, and falls over his ears and hangs just above his eyes. Piercing blue find yours, and sun-kissed skin shifts to show a blinding smile. You'd expected them to look similar, but not near identical.
He runs over, wearing a pair of shorts and a nice t-shirt, hand raised in a wave. He stops a few feet from you and holds out a hand.
"Will Solace, it's so nice to meet you. Apollo talks a lot about you," he says, eyes bright and cheery. You were sure you would've thought he was annoying if he was anybody else but knowing that this was Apollo's kid (your stepson? No, that was a weird thought) made it sort of endearing.
You found yourself smiling back as you took his hand.
"You mentioned," you say, clasping hands, "I'm Y/N."
"Let's go inside, shall we?"
Turns out, Will is very likeable. Every word is filled with genuine joy, and he listens intently. You can see the resemblance in looks, but he must get this side of himself from his mother. His nose twitches when confused, and his ears go pink when he's embarrassed.
You think it's cute, the way he opens himself up so easily to you. He finds hidden motherly qualities in yourself, that you weren't even sure you had.
That's how you find yourself inviting him to your house, where you fixed him some lemonade and grabbed some cookies from the pantry for the two of you to snack on as you sat on the porch.
Will finished his previous sentence, placing down a half-empty glass of lemonade. His brows are furrowed, and his usual smile is set in a deep frown. You wanted to rid him of it, and ease away any worries, as a mother should.
"Y'know, growing up without Apollo was hard, but I managed. It was my mother that was difficult. She was distant, hardly there. To be fair, she's famous, but it was still hard. She never made cookies--or made me lemonade. I... you're everything I wished for her to be."
When you stayed quiet, staring down at your lap, he stuttered to correct himself. "I'm sorry if that's weird---I, well, --" you tugged him close, cautious of the food.
He was pressed up against your side, and as soon as his skin met yours he melted, and let you hug him close and warm.
"It's not weird."
"Are you sure?" he said, voice quiet, unsure. It was the same tone Apollo had used.
"Certain."
He pressed a bit closer. "I feel like a baby," he laughed, "fifteen-years-old and I'm being held like a toddler."
"It's always good to be held sometimes," you say, rubbing your hand up his arm. He sniffed, and you didn't have to look down to know that he was holding back tears. How had the tone shifted so quickly?
"I'm sorry," he says, voice thick with emotion. He moves to get up, ears tinged pink, "I shouldn't be doing this. You're not even my mother--"
"Stop it. Calm down and relax."
He does, only after you have to forcibly tug him back down. He settles down next to you, and takes deep breaths to push away the tears in his eyes.
You don't know how long the two of you sit there, but your legs are beginning to cramp from being in the same position and Will is letting out soft snores against your collarbone. The sun is sinking into the horizon, and you try not to jump when he speaks.
"You're good with him," Apollo says, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans.
You frown, "you say that like he's a dog."
He looks away and shrugs, "I'm not good with kids, you know that."
"Neither am I," you huff, and your arms tighten around Will.
"I think Will has a different opinion."
"We all do," you say, and look down as Apollo gets closer. He settles beside you and whispers his next words.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what I can do to please you anymore."
You close your eyes and sigh. "Just--stay, okay?"
He nods, "okay."
And he does. Apollo sits there until the sun is gone, his chin on your head, and arms holding both you and Will firmly. You're asleep before you know it, and he's hoisting you both up to bring you inside.
He places Will on the couch with a light blanket, before bringing you to your bedroom. He lays you down, and presses a feather-light kiss to your lips.
"I love you," he whispers, hand holding yours.
Unconsciously, your fingers tighten around his, and he beams.
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txtistheloml · 6 months
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sub!yeonjun + dom!yeonjun drabble - (nsfw) (written separately !!)
word count: 955..!!
note: might have gotten a lil carried away w the dom part its very obviously longer than the sub part but what can i say \( v )/ its my nature hehe~ also if its shit quality mb it was literally 1-2am when i wrote this..!!
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sub!yeonjun :
no one can change my mind i just know yeonjun isnt much of a groaner like maybe whiny moans and whimpers GODD it doesnt matter whether hes subbing or domming its the samee @.@ im just thinking ab when you are sucking him off because he deserves it right? (or not thats up to you..!!)
when you suck yeonjun off, he just gets so so whiny, hips bucking up into your mouth once every while, saying cant help it, feels so good.. whenever you fixate your attention on his tip, kitten-licking it and swirling your tongue around his head, he’s in literal heaven. he could prob get off with just you sucking and licking his tip tbh.
as much as you like seeing him get all fucked out when he cums, sometimes you just cant help being a lil mean and edge him. your hand wrapped around his dick so prettily, moving up and down so so quickly it has him releasing the whiniest, prettiest moans ever, breath hitching and with shaky breaths, hes prompting you to not stop bc he feels so so good. dont stop please? when you bring him so dangerously close to his orgasm, you cease the movement of your hand immediately, causing him to buck his hips up into the air as hes brimming up with tears, so so sensitive and pretty boy just wants to cum :(
when you edge him multiple times on end, his cheeks are dusted pink, tip all swollen with precum collecting at the top, begging to be touched. of course you give in at the end and when hes cumming, hes letting out broken wails and loud shameless moans but when you dont stop he gets so overstimulated, tears staining his pretty face as you simply coo at him, good boys take what theyre given hm? you wanted to cum and now im letting you. so take it like the good slut you are, all for me yea?
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dom!yeonjun :
yeonjun who always tells you to go to him if you have any problems at all, even if its ab the tiniest things - he dont care, just go to him if you ever need someone to rant to or someone to comfort you. well other than that he has his other ways..!!
one day he sees you coming back from work/school looking like you have a thunderstorm cloud over your head, hes whipping up your fav foods (or takeout lmao) and asking you if youre okie and if you need help. even after you rant (more like bitching but) to him, he could still feel you didnt quite feel better yet so he pulls out his master plan. let me help you feel better sweetheart? he would coo into your ear, oh so sweetly, as he cups your face.
it would start of with kisses that turn messy and sloppy as he leaves feather light touches under your shirt, on your waist and back. i can see him stripping you completely and tying your hands up above your head with a pretty satin ribbon. ill do all the work yea, princess? just relax for me~ , whispering into your skin as he leaves hickies on your sweet spots that he has memorised at the back of his head, trailing down to your wet pussy. he cant help but look at you like that, the view from between your thighs showing him his pretty girl all sprawled out for him, anticipating his touch.
he starts his abuse on your pretty pussy, licking and lapping at your arousal, sucking so harshly on your clit it has your brain going into meltdown already. sticking his tongue into your hole as he thrusts it in and out quickly, nose rubbing against your clit as hes eager to make you cum, relieve you of your stress. definitely makes you cum multiple times on his tongue and fingers before giving you dick.
yeonjun would go hard and rough from the very start !! slamming into you like no tomorrow. boy is so invested in making you cum, his thrusts being so hard the sound of skin slapping skin is radiating off the walls. he literally has you sobbing on his dick, broken wails coming from you as you keep cumming over and over again.
his long and girthy dick making you feel so so good, you can feel the veins of his dick moving in and out of your walls. hes always so big - sometimes too big even. it felt like he was splitting you into half, his dick already stuffing you full to start with, and his cum was just being forced out as he releases load after load into you to make space for his dick in your cute lil hole. youve lost count of how many times hes made you cum this night tbh, too many to count. bro has insane stamina, keeps going despite your protests for him to stop, feeling too overstimulated from everything.
shh, i know you can take it, take it like the good girl you are sweetheart. hes not stopping until you are completely - when i say completely mark my words - fucked out, babbling nonsense and tears staining your cute cheeks, cum dribbling out of your hole, folds and clit all puffy and sensitive, and of course, forgetting why you were having a bad day in the first place.
he loves being able to help you out, railing you and absolutely blowing your back out because surely fucking away a bad day is the best solution right? you letting yourself all loose, leaving yourself vunerably in his arms, knowing he will take good care of you even though you may end up not being able to walk properly for the next week or so <3
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evansbby · 2 years
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Poyt Steve and omega have fucked in his football changing room at least once, right?! Like idk maybe he has a lucky charm that he always brings with him on game days but he forgot it in their bedroom that one day, so omega being the perfect (unofficial as of yet) wifey brings it to him, and Steve is always ready and revved up for his omega so he just pounces and starts fucking her right then and there 😵‍💫. Not even caring when his team mates start walking in 😵‍💫
Bucky just tryna get dressed for the football game and having to witness his secret crush getting fucked real good and real feral by his bestie 👁👄👁
Oh of course they have! I wish POYT had more parts and I could write a full version of this into a chapter, but for now a drabble will do! (also lmao @ Bucky, forever cursed to watch from the sidelines whilst his not so secret crush gets wrecked by Steve 😌😌)
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Warnings: smut, daddy kink, semi-public sex, humiliation, a/b/o dynamics, dirty talk, (please excuse my lack of American football knowledge)
“Hey, Rogers! Your little girlfriend’s here!”
You cringe when one of the jocks loudly announces your arrival. Honestly, the guy couldn’t have been any louder — and now there’s about five pairs of alpha eyes leering at you as you slowly walk through the changing room.
They don’t dare say anything (unless they want to face Steve’s wrath) but many of them stare at you unabashedly. It doesn’t help that they’re in various stages of undress. Heat rises to your face when you see multiple shirtless bodies, and you squeak and cover your eyes when you think you see someone’s actual penis…
You find Steve moments later, taping his wrists whilst simultaneously lecturing another player; a guy you recognise to be a freshman like yourself.
“Next time I see you fumble a pass, and you’re through, Jenson. You got that? I don’t wanna see them chant butter-fingers at you again, alright? Not on my fucking watch.”
“Yes, got it, Cap!” The guy — you think his name is Jake — vows. And then he spots you, his already mischievous face smirking as he eyes you up and down.
Steve follows his gaze, turning around to see you. There’s a split second where his features soften, before he’s frowning and looking at Jake again.
“Get your fucking eyes off my girlfriend, Jenson.” Steve snaps, “And get out of my sight before I bench you for the whole game.”
The younger man doesn’t need to be told twice, his eyes glued to the floor as he hurries off to a different part of the changing rooms. You bite your lip, shuffling over to Steve who looks at you with a raised eyebrow.
“Omega. What are you doing here?” He asks as he sits back down on the bench, patting his leg and looking up at you expectantly. Cheeks burning, you debate whether it would be appropriate to sit on Steve’s lap when there’s so many others in such close vicinity.
You don’t get a choice, however, before your alpha grabs you and tugs you over, manoeuvring you till you’re straddling him, skirt riding up and your core against his crotch, making you squeak.
Steve smirks nudging his nose against yours as his hands meander down to grab your ass and give it a squeeze, “Hey.”
“H-Hey.” You stutter, heart soaring when he kisses you. It’s insane the effect he still has on you, how his scent combined with his touch is currently making you light-headed.
“I… uh… you forgot your lucky jersey.” You say quickly, lest he keep kissing you and make you forget the reason you came here to begin with. Shaky hands fumbling inside your tote bag, you pull out his old jersey, the one with all the holes. “I thought I’d bring it for you.”
Steve looks at you with an unreadable expression on his face, taking the jersey from you and fingering the soft material in his hands, “How do you know this is my lucky jersey?”
You blink up at him. Why would you not know? “B-Because you always take it with you to your games. But you never wear it because you always wear your captain’s jersey.” (You know this because you do Steve’s laundry) “And this one… it has holes in it and it’s old — but you still keep it. So I assumed it was lucky—”
Steve cuts you off with a fevered kiss that has your heart racing and swelling at the same time. Oh, how you love it when he kisses you! It gives you a thrill each time, and makes your heart skip a beat.
“You’re just a little mini housewife already, aren’t you baby?” Steve teases, kissing from your lips to across your jaw and then down your neck, “Taking care of your alpha. You’re right — it’s my lucky jersey. But I couldn’t find it today.”
You squirm. You’re too shy to tell him that you use his old jersey to cuddle with, and you keep it folded up in your nest along with about five other articles of his clothing.
“I think you deserve a reward, sweet omega. For being such a perfect little wife for your alpha.” Steve squeezes your ass again, making you whimper into his chest, too scared to look up because you know his teammates are all in very close vicinity, “And I think daddy needs a little stress relief before the game…”
You don’t get much say in what happens next. But somehow you find yourself pinned against the lockers, skirt lifted up and panties stowed away in Steve’s pocket (“my other good luck charm” he’d said). His dick, hard and angry, is nudging against your wet folds.
“St-Steve, we can’t! They’re watching!” You whimper, hiding your head in his shoulder because you know some of the other alphas are undoubtedly watching or listening. But at the same time, you can’t help but hump against him, creating friction and wanting him inside you.
“Ignore them, baby. They’re just jealous because they all want you. But none of them can have you, you’re too perfect and pure for them. Daddy’s little baby, came all the way here to give me my jersey, didn’t you?”
You nod, “Y-Yeah. Was kinda scared.”
Steve almost busts a nut at that, “Oh yeah, baby girl? How come?”
“D-Don’t like big crowds. Scary.” You mumble truthfully, not understanding why his eyes grow darker and his dick harder at your words.
“Scary, huh?” Steve groans as he enters you, and you let out a gasp at the same time, “Don’t worry, sweet omega. Daddy’s got you. You’re gonna make your daddy feel real good, aren’t you? Forget the scary crowd outside and just focus on how good daddy’s gonna fuck you.”
And he does fuck you good. So hard and precise that the lockers behind you bang with each heavy thrust. And you don’t even have the capacity to feel embarrassed, because the feel of your walls squeezing around his big dick has you practically crying. You don’t even hear the cheering and leering from the other alphas.
“Atta boy, Cap!”
“Fuck her good, Rogers!”
“Damn, I wish my girl came to wish me luck like this…”
“D-Daddy, they’re all watching!” You whine, practically going dumb as Steve fucks you like you’re a rag doll, hoisted up in his arms and crying out with each slam of his hips.
“Let ‘em watch, baby. They’re just jealous they’ll never get to fuck the sweetest omega pussy on campus. Because you’re mine, sweet girl. My fuckin’ property. So just ignore them.”
You obey, trying your hardest to do just that. And it’s not too hard when Steve’s making you see stars, one of his hands slipping down to rub at your clit, circling around it and pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves before giving your button three lewd slaps in quick succession.
“Ah! Oh fuck, daddy! Fuck!”
You grip onto his muscular biceps, nails digging into his pale skin and leaving dots of scarlet in their wake. You moan when he licks at his mark on your mating gland, teeth grazing against it and making your legs turn to jelly.
The next time you open your eyes, you meet cold blue ones that stare at you from behind Steve’s back. Immediately your blood runs cold.
Bucky.
With a soft gasp, you bury your head in Steve’s neck, scrunching your eyes shut and willing the other alpha away. How long had he been watching?
“Steve!” Bucky suddenly calls out, his eyes locked on yours, “Coach is calling you.”
“Goddamit. Gimme a few minutes.” Steve grunts, hips pistoning into your poor, used pussy at record speed. “Mm, fuck baby, you’re so tight just for daddy, aren’t you?”
You hate how you whimper and tighten against him, ashamed because Bucky’s still there, still watching. But Steve’s dick feels so good, and you feel your high approaching anyways.
“Fuck, baby. I can feel your little baby pussy tightening against my daddy dick. You gonna give daddy your cream, huh baby? Gonna give daddy his good luck charm? Sit and watch my game with my cum dripping from between your legs?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” You cry, cockdrunk and Bucky forgotten, you tighten your legs around Steve’s waist, “Fuck daddy, yes!”
“That’s my good girl. My little wife. So perfect for me. You made daddy so happy today, baby. Now it’s my turn to make you happy. Daddy’s gonna give you a baby now, alright omega? And then I’m gonna go win this fucking game. Now stay still while daddy fills you up.”
The end. 🫣😵‍💫 please tell me what you think!
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the-s1lly-corner · 4 months
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can u do tadc cast (or probably just a few bc this prompt isn’t very creative) x a reader who looks like the player from animal crossing? ball hands,,, maybe weirdly good at crafting things,, gets stung by bees sometimes mayhaps. Maybe they speak animalese and nobody ever knows what they’re saying LMAO
TADC cast x reader whos like an animal crossing player!
depending on what time it is when i finish writing this, i think imma take a short break to stretch my legs and make something YAHOO!! hope you enjoy this anon!! this reminds me, i cleared out my island by making it totally flat... but i never actually... got to decorating it... huh.... commitment is scary, guys
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CAINE:
i think as a funny haha gag thing, how funny would it be if he could actually understand you. like you cant talk, and the noise youre limited to is to your "emotes", but somehow someway for some reason, caine can understand you... genuinely impressed by your crafting and even sometimes asks you to make random things just to see if you can make it! expect some really odd and random requests! not at all phased that you can pick things up with your weird orb hands, hes used to the digital world and its weirdness... thinks...
POMNI:
hey at least theres someone the same height as her in this place...!/hj
tries hard to understand your funky emotes and body language but shes at a loss... i mean at least you can still pick stuff up and try to write, so at theres some method of commutating asides from simply trying to learn how to read you! though, she is a bit unnerved by your silence and how your face is mostly stagnant when you arent.... emoting.. a static smile can get a little unnerving when youre standing next to the person and understand thats its a real person.. you know?
a little confused on how you can just pull things out from thin air, but does admit that it can be useful... has probably tried to ask you to make an exit out of desperation because hey if anyone can make one it would be you so whats the harm in trying (my girl is losing it)
RAGATHA:
i think you guys bond over the crafting; since ragatha makes stuff too, like pillows and clothing and plushies and the like! sure you guys may not be making the exact same things, but you both create and thats enough to bring you two together! doesnt mind that you cant talk, in fact i think after the chaos of a day in the digital circus she embraces the calmness around you... scolds you for constantly being stung by bees, though... though she tries not to be too mean or harsh since its not like youre trying to get stung on purpose... but please just be careful... she worries about you, afterall!
honestly ragatha doesnt have individual fingers, so the fact you can function with balls hands doesnt phase her
JAX:
really touching on the fact you have an inventory that you can hide stuff in i think he would slide you things to hide for him; especially its hes going a "imma do something to someone as a prank then run and use you to hide the evidence" ... you know usual jax antics where he tries to get the reader to help him with his trickery. whether or not you actually aid him is totally up to you. probably makes fun of your short height and the fact youre always getting stung. probably points and laughs when he watches you run around while literally being chased by a swarm. promptly screams when you make a run towards him, thus bringing the bees to him. you have probably bopped him with your net after he says something particularly not-nice, me thinks... or maybe you just dont like him and youre constantly bopping him, i mean i do enjoy it when the reader doesnt like a character but you can easily ignore this little aside if you want this to be a friendship or romance!
KINGER:
OOOOO imagine you come with the basic ring/inventory of tools (net, shovel, watering can, fishing rod, ect) and you can just pull it out of no where.... oooooouuugh imagine taking your net out around him and (wordlessly) offering to go look for bugs with him,.. kind of panics when you get stung by the digital bees; probably helps you patch up... honestly i think given that kinger is all about bugs, i think its a safe bet he would know how to treat bites and stings... so hes your man if youre really bad about avoiding bees and the like! can see tropes that trope where like "whats that? little timmys stuck in the well?? (but thats not what you said/meant)" because youre like emoting and trying to direct his attention somewhere but he gets it. so totally wrong and commits to it before you can stop him. i just think thats funny
ZOOBLE:
thinks youre... odd. though... imagine you can change up your style and appearance by simple interacting with a mirror and wardrobe. i think they would think thats cool, that you can just... do that... zooble has to rip their body parts off (sounds way worse than it actually is, LMAO). probably gives you this look when you walk into the tent to show that once again, youve been attacked by a swarm of bees.... how do they always only sting your left eye...? is that just how your digital body shows the injury, or do they just... no nevermind, theyre just going to give out a sigh before taking you to caine or kinger for medicine. definitely gets onto you for constantly messing with the digital bees, though...
GANGLE:
honestly between all the characters i can easily see her being an animal crossing fan... and while she may not remember all of her old life, i like to think that subconsciously she would recognize you for what your digital body is intimidating... bonus if in the real world animal crossing was her comfort, so naturally, she instinctively finds comfort in you even if she cant totally pin point it... though, she has trouble understanding you outside of your emotes... but even then when you do an angry stamp or shed tears she cant quite pinpoint why youre upset... oooo please make her an art easel! i think that would be a great gift for her and she will be absolutely over the moon!
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im-so-tired-sorry · 1 year
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Kiribaku x gn!reader headcanons <3
A/N: my first time writing like this so bare with me lmao. these boys are always in my head. Part 1 since i realized while writing this was already long enough.
CW: mainly platonic, slight flirting
Genre: fluff
Word count: 0.8k
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while still attending ua (and still friends), you, kirishima and bakugo would always be hanging out together: in class, training at the gym, studying, or even chilling in each others dorms (sometimes even after curfew)
you would hang out in each others rooms, watching movies, reading books/manga, doing skin care, etc. sometime you would even invite the rest of the bakusquad over.
if two of you were planning on hanging out, you would plan to invite the third.
the boys would become a tad upset if you already had plans with your other friends/ classmates, but they wouldn’t say anything. they would still hangout and try to bring back a souvenir— whether it’s food or a gift shop item or even a small plush—for you once you come back to the dorms so you can hangout again and talk about your day.
it’s almost as if you three being separated for a long time was draining; you would all at least have to be in the same room to recharge and relax.
study sessions where bakugo would start to become less strict on you and kiri once you start pulling better grades, but still call you out for slacking off.
study sessions where bakugo bets that if you and eijirou made an equal or better grade than him on the next test, he would take you both out for dinner.
you and eijirou making dinner plans while katsuki is trying to figure out how you both passed his grade by a couple of percentage numbers. “you cheated didn’t you?” “we swear we didn’t!!”
there are two specific types of inside jokes between you three; if it happened in public, you can tease each other about it and explain the context if someone asked. then there are the ones you keep to yourselves, the ones that originated from private moments. those are the ones where, if mentioned, not even bakugo can help but break a smile reimagining the moment.
katsuki, who will stay after everyone else has left and help you with your training if you’re having trouble with a specific move. you tell him that “it’s ok” not wanting to waste his time, but he’ll just grumble. “how do you expect to be a good hero if you won’t even put in the effort?”
eijirou, who will never let you eat alone. no matter how late it is, if he finds you having a late dinner, he’ll join you with his own snack.
katsuki, who will maybe let you lean on his shoulder to catch up on sleep after staying up late to study and train.
eijirou who will carry you to the infirmary as soon as you catch a really bad cold, and katsuki who will blame it on you overworking yourself. either way, if they’re not in class or training, they are staying by your bedside ‘till you get better.
the three of you, along with other classmates, celebrate together when you pass your exams
the three of you, along with friends and family, grab dinner after the graduation ceremony
the three of you become a little distant once you start working at a different hero agency while kiri and baku get to work together. a couple of months go by and there’s silence between the pod. being a hero is busy work after all, especially when your trying to be some of the best.
you still try to make time for each other, trying to align every day off you have to see each other.
you would buy every magazine that had either of the boys on the cover and send it in the group chat. “wouldn’t mind being saved by this hunk😍” “💪💪😘” “You guys are gross.”
at one point, the three of you just start going straight over to each other’s houses after patrol shifts, eating dinner together, and if it’s too late, it turns into a last minute sleepover.
katsuki, who give you old clothes of his to let you sleep in.
katsuki, who will add your hero costume to the laundry pile and wake up early in the morning so your suit is clean and dry before you wake up and have to go.
eijirou, who will let you choose anything in his wardrobe to change into once it’s decided you’re staying the night.
eijirou, who, though can’t usually cook well, will make a solid breakfast for you before you have to clock back into work.
when they shoot you a text saying they’re coming over, you prep the house and take out their clothes and toothbrushes that they’ve “accidentally” left at your house so they can easily change and settle in once they arrive.
if you all have the day off tomorrow, it’s automatically a movie night and you each pick a movie to watch
cut to you all cuddling on top of each other, dead asleep while the credits roll.
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lightlycareless · 3 months
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Since Naoya dyes his hair, do you think his kids would have some sort of confusion(when they’re of a younger age Ofc) when others around them would say they have their daddy’s hair or do you think maybe for a period of time he’d stop dyeing his hair to match with his kids lol. Idk this is a silly thought 🙈
ahahhHHAHAHAH yessssssss This just gave me all sorts of ideas of how to embarrass Naoya as a dad lmao!! It's you know, mandatory. We've all felt that way once in our life!!
But let's start with one thing first 🤭
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I want to say that he’ll grow out of it, but honestly, I don’t think so; that man was 27 and he still dyed his hair lol.
But moving on…
At first, yes. They’re going to be a bit confused as to why his dad has this bright yellow color on his hair, when everyone else’s is dark. But once they surpass that confusion, in true innocent nature, they’re going to be nothing but intrigued by it—and hey! Maybe they’ll say “wow, I want my hair like that too!”
Also, they grew up seeing Gojo, and sometimes Nanami (NOW I WANT TO WRITE HIM MEETING NAOMI someone coerce ME QUICKLY) so unusual hair colors don’t surprise them anymore lol.
But as always, when your children begin to grow aware of their surroundings, start questioning things… is when “issues” with Naoya arise.
In other words, the infamous “second-hand embarrassment” towards their parents.
Now, it’s happening for both you and Naoya no matter what you try to do to avoid it. But as of right now, it’s more onto him because he’s the most obvious out of the two.
I mean, the piercings… the hair—it’s screaming “please drop me off two blocks away from the school entrance so my friends won’t make fun of me.”
What they once thought cool, now they can’t stand the sight of it 😂 and it really, really upsets Naoya.
“Why do you paint your hair, dad…?” Naomi would ask one day, dying to do so for like… years now.
“Because I like it.” Naoya responds. “…why do you ask?”
She twists her lips, as if skeptical of his answer, before shrugging and leaving. He’ll tell you about this interaction later that day, but you don’t have the heart to tell him that Naomi once confided in you that she thought it was a bit… weird, mostly since it’s obvious yellow is not his natural color.
Yet, no matter how much you tried, he still gets to hear about it from someone on the staff and boy, does it finally break his heart.
“You don’t like it?” he asks Naomi one day after picking her up from school.
“…No one else has it.” She eventually admits. “My friends think it’s… funny.”
“Do you think it’s funny?” Naoya insists, Naomi simply looks away; she never liked being put on the spot like that, and the conversation ends soon enough.
He sighs, and all he could think of is:
«It’s already started, isn’t it?»
It’s certainly a long way from the days where Naomi was nothing but enthralled by his appearance, admiring him with those big adorable round eyes of hers as she reaches for one of his strands and pulls at it, as if trying to decipher whether his hair was real, or not—or how she’d do the same for his piercings, gently removing her little hands from them so she wouldn’t hurt him, reminiscing on the day you brought her press-on earrings so she could look like him.
Luckily for Naoya, that’s only one stage of their life, for when they grow a bit older and stop caring about those trivial things, they’d actually being to look up to him for advice on how to dye hair or where to get their ears pierced without having to worry about infections and such; the moment the tables turn and they begin to admire him for his style when he was younger, Naoya feels nothing less than amazing, and a bit cocky too 😂.
“Come on daaaad, tell me!! How did you manage to keep your hair with that tint and without it looking like trash???” Naomi would whine; no other color seems to have stuck the way she wanted it, always washing off after one shower or two. “Like, I remember that you even went on missions, and it would still look good!!”
“Ah, so now you like it? What about the kids that thought it was funny looking?” Naoya teases as if that hadn’t hurt his feelings; Naomi rolls her eyes.
“Ugh, whatever… if you don’t want to tell me I guess I’ll just go with Gojo or something, I’m sure he knows a few places or some—”
“No, wait! Don’t go to him! I’ll tell you all you need to know!!”
Just to name a few interactions hahaha.
But either way, I feel that around… probably late 30s Naoya is going to outgrow the whole hair dyeing thing and just let his hair return to its natural dark color.
Everyone around him will take a while to get used to his new appearance, specifically his kids, since it was always blond for as long as they could remember… but they get used to it soon enough. As for you, though, you’re the one that likes it the most and you make sure to let him know whenever possible—he rewards you appropriately that night, I dare say, Naohime was born out of that lol.
“We finally look like a family.” You’d jest one day—as if all his kids didn’t look exactly like him: dark hair, golden eyes…
If anything, you’re the outcast here 😂
Ngl, I wonder what a much older Naoya would look like; would he still have piercings? Grandpa out there still rocking the blonde hair lmao!!!
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Ahhh thank you so much for sending in this ask!! While writing this two ideas came to me on the type of dynamic Naoya would have with his baby when she's all grown up; one of them is sweet, the other one is a bit sad :'( we shall see which one I write first 😏
Once again, thank you so much for sending in this!! I had fun :> Take care, and hope to see you soon!!
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cottondo · 6 months
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Hey babes! First of all, let me just say that I ADORE your writing <3333 I can tell you have a lot of passion for what you do!
If it’s alright with you, I’d like to request a Blitzø x fem! reader story. Preferably how he navigates a shy, sweet imp. I was thinking that they could have been childhood friends or something like that. Whatever you decide to do I’ll read (and love) it <3333
Thank you so much!!
aahww thank you sm lovebug🥹💞 I appreciate the kindness !
also,, really hope I got your request right?? I lowkey wasn’t exactly sure on what you wanted LMAO but I hope you like it regardless <3
Blitzo x fem! imp reader | navigate
The sound of your breath in a humid environment was all you could really focus on. Or, more so, trying to control it.
Blitzo insisted taking you on some stupid 'adventure', —if thats what he called it— and of course, it turned into a mission.
Why the hell wouldn't it! You didn't expect much less from him.
You particularly didn't care much for his mission work. Sure, okay, it seemed kinda cool sometimes- - but the,, almost double-dying part, was intimidating as fuck.
Keeping all your limbs attached to your body was really your biggest goal living down in Hell. It was easy enough to end up getting stabbed, maybe break a horn or two, or even end up in a shitty situation with some demon lords that rule rings trying to chase you down. Especially as an imp!
Maybe it was because you actually valued your death-life, and Blitz,, .. just didnt? But, regardless, you didn't wanna be here, doing this today.
A heavy hand rests on your shoulder abruptly, causing a small flinch to react from your figure.
Blitz leans in close, a crazy little smirky smile on his face. If the space between you got any smaller, you thought your oxygen levels would've been completely cut.
He managed to drag you into some hide out, a gun in his hand, army crawl position beside you in a long vent you two crawled inside of together. Shoulders harshly bumping against each other's to prover just how little space there actually was inside.
It was hot in here, and he was hotter, which only added to the uneasiness you felt in your chest.
"Don't tell me you're bitchin' out on me, y/n." He whispers to you, eyes focusing on your nerves. Blitz knew you better than just about anyone. And to be fair, he should. You two have been friends since childhood, so nothing goes unseen around him.
Your frown lightens, vision trailing to look back at him. "Nooo? I'm totally fine," you flash a cheesy smile back.
Blitzo's eyes roll, "Yea- ok, I'm teaching you combat, whether you like it or not, bitch. If youre gonna be working with us, you can't just sit around at the desk looking all cute and shit, everyday." He reminds you, "I need you to learn how to be more assertive!"
He thought you were cute? Ayee, score for you.
Your lips curl into a smirk over at him.
"As cute as I am, I can still be assertive." Now it was your turn to remind him.
It didnt look like he believed that statement. Actually, you knew he didnt.
"What happens when some dick fucker tries being an asshole to you? Pulls out a gun? One day I'm not gonna be able to get there quick enough to save your sorry ass." He frowns, some annoyance clear in his tone.
Your eyes widen, and your lips sound a gasp as you face him. "Oh my god- - is that the sound of you caring about someone other than yourself~?" You tease sarcastically, eyelids lowering casually again. Blitz turns away with a scoff.
"I didn't know that was even possible," you add onto the teasing, obviously getting some sort of rise out of him.
"Listen!" He narrows his vision. "Oka- you know damn well that I—"
His words get cut off. The sound of a door opening, and footsteps entering the room catch both of your attentions. You flinch when the door slams shut behind the figure. It was a short demon. Big horns, and an even bigger snout. He sort of looked like a dead pig. You cringe.
"Oh, fuck." Blitz smirks, raising up his gun. "This is too easy. You comin' or what?" His shoulder nudges yours. You give a dull look in reply. "Do I have a choice?"
"No, you don't." He smirks over his shoulder at you.
You follow close behind his army crawl towards the end of the vent. It wasn't far away at all, just totally felt uncomfortable being on your hands and knees in such a small space for so long.
Blitz quickly kicks out the vent door, and jumps down to the floor with his gun tightly in hand. Your eyes watch his figure as he lands perfectly in the room, alerting the demon who was on Blitz' kill list.
Damn.
It was kind of crazy how good his combat is. You know he has a lot of practice- - which does make you slightly worry from time to time about just how much trouble this job really gets him into. (And how much more it'll get you into if he continues to drag you along for the ride.)
With a small push, you slip yourself out of the vent, and land on two feet with a practiced swiftness. You've gotten enough rehearsal time to do small, crafty things, but you weren't perfect- - nothing like how Blitz was, anyway.
But at least you still looked good doing it.
The listed demon looks quickly between the both of you, Blitz ready with a crazed grin on his face while holding the gun, and you, with your knife strapped to your side, looking nothing as intimidating.
"Y/N! Grab him!" Blitz commands from you.
You hesitate for a second, "Blitz, do we really hav—"
"Cmon!" Blitz tosses his head back and groans, quickly rebounding and aiming the gun to the guys head before he got any bright ideas. "Lets dance, bitch!"
The demon, though all three of you were trapped in a very small room, does his absolute best to dodge each and every bullet. For a porky lookin dude, he was quick on his hooves. He managed to miss most if not all, bullets aimed his way.
You lunge forward, and tackle him to the ground like a tiger pouncing its prey. Blitz cheers you on, fist pumped up in the air as he watches with excitement down at you. "Thats what im talkin about, y/n! Now tie his ass up, we gotta use him as bait for the rest of them."
"The rest of them?" You glare in question.
His hand tosses you down a rope, which you had no idea where he kept it hidden all this time, but look up to Blitz anyway, as you struggled a little, straddling to keep the demon down beneath you.
Your hands desperately grab the rope, and you begin tying. Blitz insisted no helping, as this was his way of teaching you proper ways to hustle- - but you'd gladly accept it if he offered any.
First, you wrap up the struggling mans hands, then, you move down to his kicking feet. He managed to give your shoulder a good hit with his foot, but that only resulted in Blitz raising his own foot, and forcefully bringing the tip of his boot into the guys side. The demon lets out a groan.
"Damn, what the hell, asshole." You glare down at the demon who only glares back up at you through his groans. Your hands take the bandana from around his neck, and retie it around his mouth to prevent any sounds coming out of him.
"Great, now lets get the fuck out of here!" Blitz grins, picking up the hostage and throwing him over his shoulder with a small struggle. You follow along close behind, eyes checking both sides of you with some slight paranoia. It already came to the point in the day where you were very much over this job. Why the fuck couldn't you guys have just stayed in the circus business?
"Y/N! Take out those assholes up on the catwalks!" Blitz points to a few more demons that were going to be next on your list for the day.
While the two of you ran for the far exit, your eyes follow up to where Blitz was looking.
You spot them. "Got it!" Your voice beams, and pulling out your gun, you aim for the straps that kept the walk attached to the ceiling. One shot, you took the one side of the catwalks down, which results in the demons falling and tumbling down to the floor of the warehouse.
"Fuck yeah!" Blitz laughs as he uses the tied hostage as a punching bag for other demons that try to stop the two of you. He swings the hostage demon around, using him as his own personal weapon, causing some slight laughter out of you, to which both you and blitz were surprised about.
The demons you caused to fall, start charging your way. With a quick thought, you take out the knife strapped to your side, and get ready to use it. Blitz grins over at you. "Remember to aim for the neck!" He calls out from ahead of you.
Your smile brightens at the teamwork you both have. "Thanks!"
A hand reaches for you, but with a stealthy slide to the side, you duck under the arms and push the torso of a demon down to the ground.
This was getting . . oddly easy.
You hop over the demon on the floor, and smile brightly over at Blitz.
With you catching up to his side, your lips stretch into a grin as you open the door to the warehouse for him. “Did you see?” Your question was almost eager sounding. Breaking out of the shyness of the situation, you’ve actually gained a bit more combat knowledge.
Blitz grins over at you, throwing the hostage to the ground as the both of you make it out, and find a safer area to catch your breaths.
“Hell yeah bitch!” Blitz looked so happy, giddy, even. It was so freaking cute.
“I knew teaching you my way would pay off.” He crosses his arms, a soft smirk on his face.
Your face flushed lightly, the shyness beginning to take over just a bit. Your shoulders shrug upward, and the smile on your face was light. “Thanks,”
“I’m proud of you.” Blitz’s voice is quieter than his usual loud and obnoxious form, but you still catch it. Your eyes widen a bit, and staring at him in a small shock is all you could do for a second. “Really?”
Blitz looks flustered, so you decide to let any teasing go. It wasn’t often he would give real compliments. Even if he did know you long enough, to.
“Of course, fuck face.” He replies, rolling his eyes with a smile still stuck to his face.
You bump his shoulder, grinning just a little harder than before. “Learned from the best.”
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really sorry its not my best work,, just allot goin on in life rn but I still hope you liked it anyway ! <3
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tqxky · 8 months
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Rosita Espinosa dating headcanons!! :P (fem!reader)
~slight NSFW!!! Minors DNI~
Okay i don't even know where to start
She's the jealous type girlfriend for real. She'd get so upset seeing other people touch/flirt with you and will definitely remind them that you're hers. (Inspired by a rosita fanfic i read a while ago🌚)
She'd act really tough in public, but as soon as the 2 of you are alone together, she couldn't keep her hands of you. LOL
Very overprotective, whoever hurts you gets a piece of her mind, she's gotten in trouble many times for doing things to defend you
Can be very submissive, would beg you to have fun with her and other stuff
But she can be very dominant too. It really depends on her mood, LMAO (i seriously don't know whether she'd be submissive or dominant, but in my eyes, she's a bit of both)
Will sit with you for hours listening to you talk about the most random stuff, purely just to listen to your voice
I dont know why, but Rosita really seems like the type of girlfriend to walk around the house wearing barely anything
Will sneak up behind you just to hug you from behind, covering your neck with hickeys
Enjoys placing hickeys in places that are visible, just so people know you're not available
Like i said, she's very overprotective. You guys are pretty much an unstoppable duo. If someone messed with one of you, the other will definitely do something messed up😝
Once again, very hard to decide, but i feel like the majority of the intimate things really depend on her mood. One moment, she is the most romantic, sweet, passionate person ever. The other moment, she'll be very rough with you
Takes aftercare very serious, she'd pretty much do anything for you lmao
If she wants something, she's gonna get it. She will literally pull you aside to a more private spot just to fuck your brains out
She'd definitely call you "baby" a lot, i just know she would
(My friends headcanon, and mine tbh) Will speak Spanish to you while fucking you, dunno while, she just would
Teases you in public a lot. She'd definitely "touch" you in public, too🤭 (upcoming fanfic? Yes😈) i can just imagine her randomly moaning in your ear just so show you how horny she is
Would randomly grab your ass, for sure
She'd do pretty much anything to make you happy, you're her whole world
(According to my girlfriend) Rosita likes getting her ass ate🤭
Very touchy in public
Doesn't care where you guys are, she'd fuck you anywhere, during runs, in the woods, she'd even pull you in another room to fuck you knowing damn well there are other people in the house
With you 24/7 just to make sure you're save
If you do get hurt, even if it's just a tiny cut, she'd do anything to make sure you're fine
She'd kill for you
He likes cooking with you SO MUCH, and even if she's not cooking with you, she'd be standing there just to see you cook. She'd give you hugs and kisses and other stuff (you would end up not finishing the food and just making out or fucking her instead🤭)
You, her and Tara are an amazing trio together, bffs🤞 (though you and Rosita are a bit more than bffs LMAO)
I dont have much else LMAO, might make another part if i get more ideas😘
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I finally posted something again😙 Rosita seems like she'd be such an amazing girlfriend😭 i will probably make headcanons for other characters, too (please request characters too if you want headcanons for them :3) Im currently writing 3 stories, Rosita x reader smut, Enid x reader smut and Tara x reader smut, i hope one of them is coming out next week but i cant keep promises, requests are open!! Have an amazing day <3
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oneshlut · 2 months
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Hey, I just found your blog through a Varian headcanon and I’m in love! Could I humbly request a platonic Jax x reader where it’s the readers “birthday” (they day they came to the digital circus) and reader gets a bit down? I hope your day/evening/night is well, and remember to brush your teeth!
A/N: daaawww, hurt/comfort, my favorite (besides angst of course).. thanksies for the reminder--and for requesting, yesyes! hope you like what i did with this as much as you liked the var hcs :D (also super refreshing to see more platonic requests,)
OMG SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG LMAO
Turning.. Something (Jax & Reader) [Headcanons]
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Summary: It's your anniversary of arriving at the circus, your "birthday"! Unfortunately, birthdays at the circus serve only colorful cake and existential dread. Jax becomes worried for the first time in his life. (hurt/comfort)
Ah, holiday blues. Commonly associated with Christmas, of course, but also birthdays occasionally. Whether it be the fear of growing older, spending your birthday alone, or even being stuck in a digital reality where you can't remember your birthday so instead you have a one year anniversary as a stand in for a birthday. Whatever the existential crisis may be, they sure do suck! At least you can relate to Pomni now.
Birthdays in the digital world work a little bit differently than in the "real" world. Caine tries to track the time, but inevitably fails. Instead of celebrating your arrival once a year, you celebrate it when Caine feels it's been long enough. So your birthday is about once in a blue moon. However, when that blue moon hits, all the existential dread you left about 4 months ago all comes back to you. And suddenly the friends you've made.. didn't really matter. Not in the grand scheme of things. And, not to you.
That's where the isolating came in.
For the next few days after your "birthday", you didn't come out of your room for even a second. Surprisingly, your room was probably less colorful than the rest of the circus. Still colorful enough to give you a headache, though. You didn't have the motivation to leave either, it would all be the same anyway. You weren't close to abstraction, but you were definitely going to get there if you kept things up.
This thought worried Jax. And Jax never gets worried. At first, he brushed the situation off with comedy. Like he always does. With everything. But then as he's walking around the circus, he notices even less of you.
Jax isn't a bold person, but he definitely could be. This was one of those scenarios, one where he would take things into his own hands. Knocking on your door, he stayed patient for you to answer. Normally, he'd just yell for you to open the door when he wanted to hang out, but this was.. a different occasion.
Okay. Everything's fine. It's just been 22 knocks and they still haven't answered the door. He's sure they're alright. Not.
Eventually, his thoughts that wracked his head overcame him. With droopy ears and a heavy heart, he took out the key to your room, opening it with a slightly obnoxious creak.
If even possible, the sight of you curled up in a ball in the corner of your room had caused his ears to fall even farther from where they were before. Immediately dropping his persona, he fell to the floor on his knees to comfort you. Being probably the most serious he's ever been, he set a hand on your shoulder with caution.
You, on the other hand, felt horrible. First the horrid "birthday" you just had, and now you were just burdening someone else dealing with the same existential crap with your own problems. If only Jax wasn't so damn caring, then.. then. ..Hm.
Seriously? Jax? Caring about you? That sure wasn't on your birthday bingo card. If anything, you would've expected him to just pull a ton of pranks on you and make you feel even worse. Instead he was comforting you. Making you feel better.
Almost immediately, tears started flowing. Jax was saddened by the sight at first, but gave a bittersweet grin when you had launched into his arms for more comfort. Giving you silent sushes, he laid careful strokes on your back, making sure not to do anything more to upset you.
Somehow, you felt that your next birthday might be a bit better with Jax around.
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sadsimp · 7 months
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Johnny Hcs
Warnings: Talks of murder, cannibalism, kidnapping (it’s Johnny what were you expecting?), and describing his dick, let me know if I missed anything <3 
Have some more of Johnny 😈
*Body*
Stands at 6 ft and 2 inches and weighs 200 lbs (canon) and it’s all muscle. Muscular but not to the point where it’s too much I think. Helps him get peoples attention so he can lead/kidnap them back to the house and overpower people easily 
Shows off his muscles subtly and makes it look like he doesn’t mean to do it, it just 
happens(he does mean to) 
The only fat he has on him is his ass and thighs
I’m joking I’m joking (I’m not)
I’m surprised he’s not as tan as I would expect, he’s kinda pale?? Might be just my lighting but he’s not tan at all
Has scars all over his body. Got quite a few scars from fights whether from victims or when he was a kid. I hc that he wears the gloves because he burned both his hands pretty bad and I think it was because he was doing something stupid (like holding a firecracker and letting Sissy light it)
Speaking of hands, big. Nice long and semi thick fingers? Doesn’t like it when people look or touch them. I think it’ll take forever til he’ll let you and if you say something that he finds odd, you won’t ever touch them again. 
He probably won’t let you paint his nails 😭 it’ll take a lot of convincing to let him paint his nails and if he does?? Makes you do black only at first then maybe blue if he sees that if makes you super happy and he gets some sort of “payment” *wink wink hint hint nudge nudge* 
He pretty much takes care of any injuries he gets by himself. Just washes with water and bandages it up. Does okay with stitches if he needs them? But his hands shake a bit so it’s not really neat
I feel like his hair is greasy and thick. It’s only soft when he blow dries it, the softness only lasts for a day though. Doesn’t like when people touch it but he lets them to make them more comfortable and so he can bring them back home. It looks dark brown to me so that’s what I’m going with 
If he’s in a relationship with you? first of all how did you manage that?? And secondly, he  might let you play with his hair after a good while but I wouldn’t count on it and only if he’s serious about you
Kinda has good hygiene? Like, he showers and brushes his teeth because nobody wants stanky breath and BO but he’s not the cleanest 
Has a lovely arch nose <3 I can imagine the Reader pulling on it as a way to mess with him 😩
Has very pretty brown eyes <3 and very nice eyelashes if you ever seen the tcm petals
Dick talk (lmao)
I personally think this man is packing. A little over 7 inches, very thick and but not too veiny. Fills you up nicely but it does sting sometimes when he doesn’t prep you enough (or at all)
Curves a bit to the left <3 and I’m sorry but he has hairy balls (he has to, he has the energy) 
Has a big bush, man does not shave and will not. Might trim it a bit but doesn’t put any effort into it. 
Also doesn’t mind a bush or body hair on any partners either surprisingly, since they can’t really afford razors he’s used to everyone not shaving at all unless he or Sissy steals it for everyone 
Has a nice happy trail too😩 it’s not a lot but it’s noticeable. Goes a tiny bit about his bellybutton and it’s the same color as his hair. Hairy legs too but his arms aren’t really that hairy. He has a bit of a stubble too <3
*General*
I heard someone saying that he’s the youngest?? Normally Bubba is the youngest?? Johnny has to be old enough to go to bars so I’m going to say he’s about 25-26 
Motherfucker snores like a train. Sometimes he takes snoring if he hasn’t fallen asleep yet just to catch victims escaping 
Pet names I think he would use (if you surprisingly ended up with him) are: Sugar, Darling, Princess/Prince, Sweatpea, Sunshine, Baby Doll, and I really think he would also use Precious. 
“Ain’t you so precious.” Then mf bites you, slaps away and runs laughing like a manic
He tries to give you a hug when he comes in all sweaty from working outside (he smells don’t let him)
Definitely has a type (it’s you bestie, you’re his type)
Like with the tcm petals thing, he can’t sneak very well because of his keys(at least I think) He also sounds like he stomps everywhere he goes😭
Probably only wears jeans and t shirts. I can see him dressing up a bit for going out but nothing to fancy
I think someone in the family has to have some type of job, Johnny is the only one who works along with Cook. (Haven’t watched the movies but I plan too I just don��t wanna pay 😭)  I can’t really decide on what he would do though, maybe a mechanic? Plumber?
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I do think he likes to fix things, any problems with the house? He’s on it. A hole is in the roof? Just give him a couple of days, he’ll get it done
I’ve seen a few people say this, he’s favorite part is the thigh, and I completely agree
Does know how to cook but unfortunately it’s people💀
He does hunt/fish a lot too so he can definitely cook em up
I can imagine you’re trying to escape and you pass by the garage and he’s just skinning an animal that’s up on a hook and then notices you😟
Anyways-
I don’t really think he’s all the suave?? He’s kinda a meanie tbh😭  But I think it’s all just an act to get people more comfortable with him, he’s just doing what he’s seen on TV
I truly believe he’s a giant goofball. A big meanie goofball who’s also a narcissist and very manipulative 
I feel like he played pranks a lot as a kid but he’s pranks were setting something on fire or throwing a victim’s underwear in someone’s face instead of y’know, normal shit? 
He will bite you and draw blood just because he thinks it’s funny. I personally don’t think he’d use his knife on you though, that’s only for food
Very competitive and will come up with the stupidest “challenges” just so he can show he’s better. Poor Bubba is forced into them😭 
I can’t decide if Johnny is older, younger or around the same age as Bubba T^T
Probably does some woodworking too. Makes a bunch of different from birds to flowers to trying to make a replica of a persons face he likes 
That’s all I got for now😭 I’m sorry if I messed some info up but these are my hcs for our babygirl Johnny :3 Hope you enjoyed! <3
@dreamties <3
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williaml0ver · 2 months
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☆ <3 Naib Subedar Taking Care of Robbie ☆ <3
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[🖇️] warnings: g/n reader, not proofread - as if i ever did that before
[🖇️] author's note: this was supposed to be a multiple characters post but i realized that i am NOT made for this, at least for now lmao. I will just post the other two separately soon because it's easier for me this way. 🫨
[🖇️] Maybe this would make more sense with Memory but Robbie is like my favourite hunter of course i had to take the opportunity omg... ROBBIENATION RISE
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-Ever since the past week you managed to get closer to little Robbie. Whether it happened because he was fond of your kindness or you seemed like a perfect playmate he was soon all over you - he'd share candy with you and even make cards with drawings for special occasions. One day when it was already very late you've suddenly heard a few knocks on the old fashioned door of your dorm. You've slowly gotten up, trying not to wake up your lover and opened the door. It was no one else than Robbie himself holding a small plushie. Long past his bedtime. He started explaining he's got nightmares and is scared to sleep alone today, later asking if he could join you two. If you didn't share your room you'd immediately agree, however, in this case you need to ask your boyfriend for consent.
-Naib is suddenly awoken by you, asking what's so important at this ungodly hour? Once the question's finally asked he feels confused, noticing the little boy standing behind with a "mom i just throw up" face.
-Has a hesitant stance at first. Sure, he's noticed you two started spending more time lately, but for you to be babying the boy already? He would be suggesting bringing him back to Michiko or Luchino, but the stone hearted mercenery eventually gives in after you convince him.
-When the three of you finally lay together, you are in between them since Naib prefered to be next to you, he holds you by your waist and meanwhile you hold Robbie. Naib also stays up a little longer to see both of you fall asleep, both because he just wants to look at you and make sure no tricks are being pulled. Seems like the axe boy really enjoyed sleeping together, as he loves visiting for little sleepovers from time to time. This doesn't bug the merc as much, but he still may feel a little, just a little jealous.
-Why would a man slowly pushing thirty be jealous of a small child you ask? Naib thought so as well, but when he saw you both drawing silly stuff on paper he felt somewhat envious. Just when you thought the most secretive, independent, straightforward person under this roof would never loose his cool around you, he sits next to you and starts drawing a wacky stickman.
-Ever since his sleepovers became a frequent thing, Naib is often choosen to be on babysitting duty. Sometimes with you, sometimes alone.
-I can see them having bit of a rough start at some point? Like Naib wanting to distance himself rather than be around Robbie, yet making sure he is around. He'd eye him to make sure you're not being hurt. This small boy, on the other hand, would be ecstatic to finally crack the mercernary's tough shell, the one who's making sure his playmate is safe in bed. With your help, Robbie would like to get closer to Naib, he quickly develops a big fascination with the green hooded man.
-You'd have to start slow and be patient, maybe ask Robbie to help you make lunch for the three of you and later eat together? Naib would begin recognizing the child's good intentions and eventually lets his guard down around.
-Once the adaptation is done, Naib definitely would receive the Cool Uncle™️ title without much effort and be constantly bugged by Robbie pleading him to show some cool tricks he does with his weapons. And well, Naib could be a hesitant one. You may as well step in to beg too, because how can he resist those four cute eyes? (Okay not quite if we think of Robbie but let's go on) The look in Robbie's eyes? Priceless. As if someone put diamonds in his eyes. Seeing the boy being so excited about something so ordinary to him actually boosts his ego and show some dangerous-leaning stuff, you may want to step in. Naib will soon realize that being the Cool Uncle™️ is not an easy task.
-They soon become some kind of partners in crime. Robbie discovers Naib from a totally diffrent side, he's mature, but he can also be a huge tease. He is certainly not the most talkative man, though is providing a lot of security. Naib is even willing to share some of his food of it and sometimee sneaks candies in Robbie's pocket when you're not looking.
-You'd often have to be the voice of reasons between them, as Naib's ego sometimes raises over the roof when showing off to Robbie.
-Eventually, they start spending so much time together that whenever someone spots either of them alone, they ask where the other one is. Naib feels secretly very proud of Robbie.
-One day, to your surprise, he even allowed him to wear his cape. You have a photo of him as mini Naib holding a toy knife standing on your bedroom desk.
-Robbie's personal favourite drawing is the one where he and Naib are in knight armors rescuing you from a dragon.
-Robbie's a curious child. You can't call it a day if you haven't seen him pulling the Merc by his hood and asking for yet another cool story. Naib would either make them up or just slightly modify his stories from the military.
-A lot of field trips! Naib would like to show Robbie some useful tricks, like what to do when you get lost. You, at first, thought that was a cute idea, until Robbie began climbing up random furniture. Robbie once showed you some usefk knife defence tricks that he was taught by your boyfriend, much to your horror. That man is raising a little monster.
-You once decided to go with them for one of those trips. Just out of curiosity. When you went to the toilet alone for a few minutes, Naib started teaching Robbie some fighting moves. Let's say you were terrified when you came back.
-Robbie enjoys when he is picked up by the older man. He likes to put on oversized coats he borrowed from Luchino and go to him, pretending to trick him into thinking that he has grown so quickly.
-They DO enjoy pulling pranks. And when think they would spare you and do it to others, you're actually their main victim.
-Naib specifically learnt a few "magic tricks" to show Robbie. Boy he was shocked.
-They both get overcompetitive when playing hide and seek. You always pray you're the one hiding because when it's the other way around it may take up to an HOUR, after the merc taught Robbie how to discretly switch hiding spots, much to your annoyance.
-Robbie picks up some of Naib's behaviour. Robbie seldom answer with a very sarcastic and ironic tone. You and Naib had a talk that day.
-As much as Robbie doesn't mean anything bad, he can sometimes get too brave and say something mildly offensive to you. Naib wouldn't hesitate to confront him about it and command to apologize.
-Robbie's very hyperactive, so whether Naib is reading a book or working out with Eli, he would constantly have a pair of small legs following him and asking what he's up to.
-They both like bonding over making food. If Robbie finds anything intriguing him in a cookbook it's only a matter of time until you see them picking up the indegredients together to surprise you. Naib let's him pick anything he wants for the dessert.
-Naib would teach Robbie how to prepare some easy and safe to make meals so he could feed himself on his own <3.
-During his solo babysitting duty, although caring, Naib can be strict. He secretly worries a lot and would not hesitate to send him back to the hunters' part of the manor as temporary punishment. Michiko learned to take advantage of that and would allow him to go back if he helped the butlers and maids do the cleaning.
-I can see Naib being the "go ask your mother" kind of person 😭. Also not very adequate to the era, but he would totally ask the kid if he has any cool games on his phone, just so he could get distracted and Naib could spend some time with you.
-As much as the mercenary likes Robbie, it does annoy him sometimes how he now has less private time just with you.
-Ultimately, while at first seeming closed off, Naib actually becomes very fond of him and is ready to protect him. Robbie meanwhile likes to show Naib how much he loves both of you.
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I don't know what to put here... i'm posting this while listening to Shakira songs... besides the Robbie mini series with Ganji and William (half finished!) i will soon start working on date scenerios with Luchino and Kevin for valentine day yay!!!! If any of my loyal and beloved eight followers is reading this i love you guys i'm swinging my feet goodnight
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