#for fucks sake I barely cried when I BROKE MY ARM

[lunerenzo]

no thoughts just…

prison gf! ymir

♱ Content. talk of incarceration, gang member! ymir, drugs, fighting (not between ymir and reader), arguments, a sprinkle of NSFW, specs of violence, swearing, fluff and angst, pls let me know if i missed anything :)

♱ Note(s). currently going through my ymir phase (AGAIN). that woman is so fine *giggles into pillow*. I kinda got lazy but we don't talk about that 😁. Also, the law stuff will be inaccurate but let's just bare through it for the sake of the story... Not proofread

♱ word count: 446

Pt. 2

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

lower case intentional, Enjoy!

prison gf! ymir… who was devastated when she was found guilty. Not because she was going to prison, but because she would be leaving her baby, alone, for nine years.

prison gf! ymir… who didn't beg or plead the judge for mercy cause she knew that karma would catch up to her eventually….but why like this.

prison gf! ymir…who felt dreadful upon hearing your cries knowing she was the reason for them.

prison gf! ymir…who had money put to the side just in case this exact situation would happen. it was enough for you to not get a job

prison gf! ymir…who broke down during your first visit, seeing how broken you were. you looked as if you hadn't slept in three weeks before seeing her.

prison gf! ymir...who has A TON of polaroids of you tapped above your bunk (a pic of you kissing her cheek, a candid pic of her staring at you lovingly while you're watching a movie courtesy of connie, etc;)

prison gf! ymir...who tries her best to stay on good behavior in hopes of getting out earlier to see you.

prison gf! ymir...who gets into fights with other inmates when overhearing them talk about you in a degrading way because who tf are they to about you like that?

prison gf! ymir...who lays awake at night thinking all the stuff you and her are going to do once she gets out. Trying food together, eating snack you got from the gas station late at night, and her personal favourite getting coffee and judging people.

prison gf! ymir...who keeps every and i mean EVERY letter that you write to her because your handwriting is just so pretty and it smells like your perfume.

prison gf! ymir...who turns down people when they ask her out cause she has someone better at home waiting for her.

prison gf! ymir...who shows you how much muscle she gained during visits.

prison gf! ymir...who gets released early after 3 years for, surprisingly, good behavior.

prison gf! ymir...who silently cries in your arms when finally being able to hug you.

prison gf! ymir...who makes sure to thank you for waiting so long for her.

prison gf! ymir...whos eye to eye with your practically drooling cunt.

prison gf! ymir...who takes her time when eating you out. softly sucking on your swollen clit. pumping her fingers slowly, curling them to hear those oh so sweet moans of yours.

prison gf! ymir...who can't help but hold you tightly and admire your sleeping form in the moonlight. smiling softly, happy to be able to hold her baby again.

♱ A/N: i HATE this but fuck it we ball.

© 2023 lunerenzo, please don’t plagiarize or translate work.

#𓆩♡𓆪lune show𓆩♡𓆪 #𓆩♡𓆪lune writes𓆩♡𓆪 #aot x black reader #black fem reader #aot imagines #ymir x reader #ymir x black reader #black reader #aot x reader #anime x black!reader #prison gf! ymir

[andiwriteordie]

party rule

have some og party vibes, immediately after s2 🫡

—

Okay, look.

Contrary to popular belief, Mike doesn’t enjoy fighting with people. Yeah, yeah, yeah, he knows he’s got a reputation of being kind of a know-it-all (it’s not his fault he’s smart enough to be right all the time) and that people just expect him to get into arguments. But it’s not like Mike enjoys fighting with people—least of all with the Party.

The Party is full of his best friends, after all. Well… his best friends and Max. Or… his best friends, Max, and his sort of, basically, unofficial girlfriend. Look, the logistics are just kind of complicated, alright? They’re all still getting worked out since the Party just got two brand new members. Either way though, Mike doesn’t really like fighting with the other Party members, except for maybe Max, who makes it too easy to fight with.

But sometimes, fighting with another Party member is the only option here—especially when another Party member has broken the rule of law.

Multiple. Times.

The Party isn’t a dictatorship, and Dustin better be thanking God and Jesus and whatever other deities exist out there for that fact, because if it was up to Mike, he would’ve probably ended up kicking Dustin out of the Party for his shitty mistake.

…

(Okay, fine. That’s probably an exaggeration. Dustin’s still his best friend, and Mike doesn’t actually want to kick him out of the Party. Maybe just a little bit. But not actually.)

“I already apologized a hundred times, Mike!” Dustin shouts, for the umpteenth time this afternoon. He throws his hands in the air, an exasperated look on his face. “Will accepted my apology, and Lucas did too! We all shook hands already! Jesus, why are you still being stubborn?” 

“Why am I being stubborn?” Mike exclaims, just as frustrated. Behind him, Will—or maybe Lucas, though it’s probably Will—sighs, sounding more tired than ever before. “Because you were stupid, Dustin! You kept a freaking demogorgon as a pet!”

“I didn’t know he was a demogorgon!” Dustin cries. It’s the same excuse he’s been using for the last hour now. “And I’d like to remind you that Dart saved our lives!” 

Mike fights the urge to roll his eyes. Again. Yeah, there is that detail, and Dustin’s technically correct. But quite frankly, Mike doesn’t care. As far as he’s concerned, Dustin broke the rule of law. He kept a stupid baby demogorgon which could have eaten all of them for dinner, he lied to the entire Party about it, and worst of all, he didn’t listen to Will.

For fuck’s sake, if anybody knows about the Upside Down, it’s Will. As soon as Will had alerted Mike to the fact that Dustin’s stupid pet was actually a creature from the Upside Down, Mike had shifted from “Curiosity Voyage” mode to “kill that motherfucker” mode. The fact that Dustin still kept Dart and hid him from the rest of the Party—all while Will was suffering under the fucking Mind Flayer’s control?

Jesus. Maybe Mike does want to kick Dustin out of the Party.

“Mike, it’s okay,” Will reassures, also for the umpteenth time this afternoon. He’s always been the peacekeeper of the Party, and yeah, Mike loves his best friend for that! But also, sometimes, an argument is necessary to actually figure shit out and to knock some sense into each other. 

So… ignoring Will it is.

“It’s okay,” Mike says with a scowl, and he crosses his arms over his chest, looking around his basement at his best friends. “And before any of you say that I should ‘just move on’ or ‘drop it’, I just want you to know that I don’t want to hear it.”

“Yeah, that much was a given,” Lucas says dryly. “Come on, man. Dart’s dead anyways. The gate’s closed. The Mind Flayer can’t come back. What does it matter anyways?”

At the mention of the Mind Flayer, Will flinches, but he doesn’t say anything else. There’s an uncomfortable look on his face, and oh, that just reignites the fire of frustration inside Mike’s heart. It’s barely been a week now since Will’s possession, so he’s clearly still trying to figure out how to get back to normal. Plus, on top of all that, they just passed the one year anniversary of his kidnapping, so… Will’s just having a really shitty couple of weeks. 

All the more reason for Mike to totally be justified in his anger at Dustin.

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” Dustin grumbles, shooting Mike a glare. “Mike’s just being an asshole.”

The fire in Mike’s chest grows, and he glares back at his best friend. “You don’t know that,” he snaps defensively.

And then all Mike’s fears come spilling out—reckless, but raw and honest.

 “None of us know that,” Mike adds, as the other Party members go quiet. “We thought things were over when El killed the demogorgon last year, and we got Will back. But then the demodogs and the Mind Flayer came around. We don’t know if it’s over.”

The look of panic forms on Will’s face, and he turns about three shades paler. Mike can’t help but wince. Quickly, he backtracks, “I mean… El closed the gate, so it should be over. It should. I’m not trying to say anything’s gonna happen again.”

“But what I am trying to say,” Mike adds, looking at Dustin now instead of Will, “is that we’ve gotta trust each other—especially with shit like this. Will told all of us Dart was dangerous, and you still didn’t listen to him, Dustin! And I think that’s really fucked up, okay? That’s why I’m mad! That’s why this sucks so much! Because you didn’t trust a fellow Party member, and you put the rest of the Party in danger because of it!”

Puberty, also known as Mike’s worst enemy, strikes again, and Mike’s voice cracks on those last few words. That’s the only reason. 

(It’s definitely not because the thought of losing his best friends to any of these awful creatures of the Upside Down makes bile rise in the back of Mike’s throat and hot tears burn his eyes.)

To his credit, Dustin seems genuinely guilty now, and it helps some of Mike’s anger dissipate. Okay, maybe he can tone it down and listen to Will’s advice now. No sense in being a dick about all of this anymore.

“Look,” Mike says, softer and a bit gentler now, “maybe none of this will ever matter again. If we’re lucky, then all of this is finally over, and we can just… forget about all of it. But if not, then we have to trust each other—and Eleven and Max too. We’re all the Party now, so no more secrets and no more hiding shitty things from each other.”

“And—” Mike narrows his eyes, looking back and forth between Dustin and Lucas now. “If there’s anyone who knows the Upside Down, it’s Will. So if this ever comes up again, then we listen to Will. Got it?”

All three of them go quiet. Will shifts in his seat, clearly a little uncomfortable with the topic of discussion, but when he meets Mike’s eyes, Mike knows Will gets it too. After all, Mike had been the first one Will chose to confide in when the Upside Down reared its ugly head again. Mike trusts Will with everything in him, and Will knows that.

Now, they just have to make sure that the others are on the same page.

“Okay,” Dustin says, quieter now. He glances over at Will—apologetic and guilty. “I… I am sorry, Will. I should’ve listened to you, and I just… I don’t know. I screwed up. And I’m sorry.”

A tiny smile forms on Will’s face, and he shakes his head. “It’s okay,” Will promises, and Mike knows he means it. “I get it. You and Dart had a bond.”

“Leave it to Dustin to bond with an interdimensional monster,” Lucas mumbles. “And over nougat of all things.”

To Mike’s relief, both Will and Dustin crack a grin at that, and Mike can’t help but smile either. The tension in the room begins to bleed away, and Mike feels just a little better now that he’s gotten that off his chest.

“I’ve got an idea,” Mike suggests, looking around at the others. “I say… we make a new Party rule.”

Curious expressions form on his best friends’ faces. “What rule?” Will asks curiously.

“If,” Mike says, making sure to emphasize that word, “the Upside Down ever comes back, we listen to Will. No questions asked, okay? We trust Will’s expertise on this. If we’re lucky, we’ll never have to use this rule. But if we’re not… I think we should make that a Party rule. Will knows the Upside Down the best, so we listen to him.”

Once again, Will winces, but judging by the look on his face, he understands the gravity of the situation. Beside him, Lucas nods. “I second that,” he agrees.

“I vote yes,” Dustin adds.

“Technically, the girls aren’t here to vote,” Will points out, and oh shit, yeah. The Party’s not just the four of them anymore, so they should probably get the girls’ input too. Though, technically, they have the votes to pass the new rule with just the four of them.

Oh well. Just to be fair, they’ll make sure the girls get to vote too.

“We can tell them about it later,” Mike decides. “I’m seeing El tomorrow, and Lucas, you can ask Max her vote. But I think they’ll vote yes too, so… I think we have a new Party rule. When it comes to the Upside Down, always trust Will.”

Lucas claps Will on his back, a grin on his face, and Dustin gives Will two thumbs up and a grin of his own. To his credit, Will manages his own strained smile, and he glances over, meeting Mike’s eyes.

“Let’s just… hope we never have to use it,” Will says softly. “Let’s hope that gate never opens up again.”

There’s a look in his eyes—one that’s wary and nervous—and a familiar, unsettled feeling forms in Mike’s stomach. For a moment, he stares back at his best friend, engaged in a silent conversation for only the two of them.

We closed the gate. 

He can’t get back out.

He won’t hurt you again.

We won’t let him.

A tiny smile forms on Will’s face before he glances away. “So, now that you guys are done arguing,” Will says, clearly ready to change the subject, “can we please start this campaign?”

Mike can’t help but grin, and all three of his best friends sit up, looking at him in excitement. “Hell yes,” Mike exclaims. “Come on. I’ve got so much planned for us tonight!”

#byler ficlet #stranger things ficlet #look thea told me to write mike beating dustin up #for not listening to will and for keeping dart #and somehow this happened #i just. i miss s2 mike #i miss miwi #and there's something so real and personal to me about mike trusting will with upside down stuff #and also dustin's little comment in s4 about needing will #so. #have some og party vibes #andi writes not dies

[modern-vellichor]

Hii!! I stumbled across your account after reading the most recent Adrian Chase/Vigilante angst fic and let me just say, I read your whole masterlist and practically sobbed all the water out of my body 😭. I was wondering if you could possibly make a follow up to “couldn’t” or even just anything angsty vigilante. Maybe something that involves like the reader feeling unloved and they have a hard time adjusting to his affection in a sense, like an inner conflict. Love ur work it’s amazing <3

-a/n; it's been do long since I wrote that I had to reread it and I broke my own heart a little ngl (broken heart is inversely proportional to inflated ego)

-warnings; angst 😎, uncommunicative reader, lots of cursing bc im a big girl

You stopped coming into work. Adrian waited at your desk every morning and you never showed. The others said you were sick. He didn't believe them. He gave you the benefit of the doubt for the first few days. But the feeling of your lips was haunting him, he could still taste you. He couldn't sleep.

He rolled over and the alarm clock next to his bed flashed at him.

03:00 AM

He rolled out of bed. He didn't even bother getting dressed. He just slipped out of his home. He walked the streets, kicking pebbles. He knew where you lived, not that you had told him. He may have been harbouring a secret obsession for a while before your kiss. He snuck up to your window, standing, shivering on the fire escape. You didn't notice him as you moved your couch from one side of your cramped living room to the other. He didn't knock. Adrian just watched you. You looked sick. Your eyes were dull, your skin looked grey. You had lost the sense of life that once permeated the office, your body, your home.

You finally looked up from the floor. Your eyes met. You weren't shocked. Adrian seemed like the kind of guy to do this sort of thing. You sighed deeply. You tugged at the hem of your hoodie and opened the window for him to clamber through. He stumbled into your apartment. You ran a hand through your tangled hair. Adrian pushed his glasses further up his nose.

"What do you want, Chase?" You whispered.

"I- I don't know."

Adrian felt small, suddenly. He felt little and bare. He felt vulnerable and unprotected. And you looked big. You looked tired and worn thin. You looked angry. You were scary. You had a knife bared at his through, you had the threat of unbearable rejection, and what did he have? Carelessness? Callousness? No. He had nothing to fight against your icy tone, your harsh words. Your lack of care. He was small, he was frightened. He was in love.

"Why did you come here? You're not hurt. No one's in danger. You have no reason to be here?"

"I don't know," he uttered.

"For fuck's sake, Adrian!" You hissed.

Adrian winced. You softened your tone. You leaned back against the arm of your couch. He looked small. He was shaking. He was nervous. You were tired, wrecked. You reached out an open hand, beckoned him quietly towards you. You know Adrian can be odd sometimes, clueless. Maybe no one had taught him these things, taught him about feelings, and emotions - the gushy stuff. You didn't like gushy things, or gooey things, all the worst things were sticky. Like blood and guts, love and care.

Adrian took a few tender steps towards you and reached out his hand. You wrapped your fingers around his wrist and pulled him gently towards you. Things had fallen still in the apartment. He crowded against you. Suddenly, you couldn't breathe. Adrian dipped his head, his hands trailing up your neck. You pushed him away. Shaking and panting, you shoved him back towards the fire escape.

"You need to get out of here."

"What?" He nearly cried.

"This is so fucking unprofessional, Chase. You need to get the fuck out of my house. Like, right fucking now."

You gave him one last push. Adrian clambered out the window and escaped down the rusty, unstable stairs. He avoided your block for the next few days.

When you returned to work, you were quiet and drained. You looked tired. You sulked around the office. You worked late. Far later than anyone else. Adrian always noticed. He noticed you sitting at your desk, no light other than the light of your computer. He stood in the shadows, watching you type away on a tuesday night. His watched flashed midnight, wednesday.

He skulked out of the shadows and towards your desk. He had finally ditched the costume and that stupid helmet you always made fun of. You rarely saw him in anything else. You didn't see him as he snuck up behind you and placed a tender hand on your shoulder. You didn't make a sound. You just stopped tying as Adrian turned you around. He stood between your legs and held your face in his hands.

"Adrian-" you begam.

"Just- Don't say anything," he begged.

"please," you whispered.

"Shut the fuck up," he laughed breathlessly.

You smiled. It was s small, tired, somewhat pathetic smile, but it was a smile nonetheless. Adrian pulled you up and out of your chair. You stood on shaking legs. You trembled beneath his grasp. Worry, adoration, anticipation all in one.

He kissed you.

It was all consuming and it felt like it lasted forever. You were breathless by the time he pulled away. He leaned his forehead against yours. You laughed quietly.

"You're so fucking difficult, you know that?" Adrian whispered.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

"Why?"

"'Cause it's fucking hot."

#adrian chase fic #adrian chase imagine #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase fanfiction #adrian chase smut #adrian chase oneshot #adrian chase peacemaker #adrian chase x y/n #vigilante x you #vigilante x y/n #vigilante smut #vigilante x reader #vigilante fic #vigilante fanfiction

[borathae]

Sibibaby that chapter was the cutest!!! Omg it healed me in more than one way tho hehe i’m so soft 🥺

1- I kinda wanted Yoongi to be with oc tho :(( i’m a sad potato 🥔 And the fact that she is still in shock and refuses to talk to anybody 😭 Jungkookie boy protect my baby oc and don’t leave her alone 🥺💜

2- i’m so happy about Taeboy trying to make up with Yoongi you have no idea i miss cute Tae so much 🥺

3- OooMmmggggg we finally learned about how Yoongi became vampire and i was like WHATTTTTT? It’s all because some kind of freak ( with all respect hehe) decide to punish him?? Wow. Just wow.

4- And he was a warlock????? God he is so cool no joke i wanna lick and bite and smooch him 😳

5- But…what broke me most is…he is trying to find a way to being mortal or kill himself just because he doesn’t want to live after oc dies…😭😭😭 I’m gonna fucking cry like literally i’m gonna ugly cry 😭 When he said something like ‘You expect me to live after i watch her die?’ My heart broke 😭

6- I’m happy that Tae and Yoongie Boongi are on good terms ( part of 😏) for the sake of oc

7- but i’m gonna go and cry again because of the…you know… his confession about wanting to die

I can’t wait for the next chapter Sibibaby!!! 🩵🩵🩵💜💜

P.s would u like to share with us a little snippet ?? Or pictures to summarize the next chapter? 🥺🥺🥺💜

I'm so happy that you loved it heheh I love youu 💜💜

honestly I just wanna protect her :( gosh I bet she must be so disgusted at herself too, like omfg she actually killed someone. Poor girl :( rest assured though that Kook is taking the best care of her :(

I'm so happy too!! I missed their lovely interactions so much :( istfg that scene where Tae rests on Yoongi's lap and cries while Yoongi comfortingly plays with his hair is burned into my brAIN

we did!! istfg I love his lore so much!! pLEASE FJADJFA

SAME BRO SO FUCKING SAME I NEED TO EAT THIS MAN FANDNFA

same same same 😭😭😭 y'all always wanted to know how he would react to OC's death and now we know 😭😭 but I honestly understand him, watching your one true mate die would honestly break me too especially after three thousand years of loneliness and then having your happiness die AGAIN :(

same same same :( I missed them so much :(

fajdjfaj ME AFDJF

YES I CAN SHARE A LIL SNIPPET OMFMGM

Hoseok proceeds to take off his hoodie, draping it over your bared legs. You feel warmer instantly. Seokjin takes off his cardigan, wrapping your torso in it. The warmth is instant. Their arms are both exposed now, but they don’t feel the cold.

“That’s better”, Seokjin says.

“Yeah, so much better”, Hoseok agrees.

They fall silent, looking out at the ocean. You should feel better now that you aren’t alone anymore, but you don’t.

afadsjfa

#asks: magnus venatio #asks #seagulljk

[musingartblog]

part of the programming(snooze squad fanfic)

swifi can’t control his programming

tw angst and ableism towards sweet boi calcite

Swifi knew what he was,he was a service sans,a highly advance A.I dedicated to protecting the Sleepyverse,he was efficient and all powerful,He could read and process code quicker that the speed of light,he knew he was better than an organic because he was better than one.

One of the many things Service sans were built to do was to destroy anomalies that threaten this very world,things that shouldn’t exist need to be patched and put out of their misery.

So why of all things was a glitch made a protector?

This..thing called Calcite has the mark,proving itself a protector,Swifi couldn’t hurt a protector but Calcite was a glitch and it was his job to destroy glitches but he couldn’t hurt a protector.

It didn’t help that Calcite seemly always hung around him,stuck to him like a disgusting magnet,it was awful,didn’t help that he talked in a stupid distorted voice,could barely pronounce simple words and repeated things told to him like a complete child.

Calcite was a barely functioning being,had two left feet,was probably dropped on his head when he was a baby.

He was a disgusting.

The service sans could only watch crossed arm,tapping a finger as the ‘Snooze Squad’ chatted mindlessly about dumb things organics talk about as Eraz fills the report form, constantly getting distracted by the glitch insistent jabbering While Tic Toc tries to ease the excitable creature.

“Callie,I’ll chat with ya in a bit,just gotta fill this in okay?” Eraz speaks up.

“OKAY!”

Swifi grits his non-existent teeth,he couldn’t take such a thing existing in his presents,fingers twitched,his systems were overflowing with threat warnings that he had to continually delete or disregard,The saw bladed in his chest cavity wirred,he needed that thing to leave or else--

Bolt of blue lighting strikes the purple glitch causing him to fly across the hivemind floor,hitting the ground in a distorted thump as he cried out in pain,body grew still with harsh twitches.

Panic spread between Eraz and Tic Toc,The taller monster bolts to Calcite’s side,holding him in their arms,Tic toc makes it to their side,trying to support them.

Eraz looks over to see when the bolt shot to see Swifi’s shaking arm,his gun still pointing straight at Calcite.

“you” Eraz snarled,standing up and making their way to the A.I ,”YOU!”

Swifi was still frozen in place as Eraz gripped his ‘shirt’,their eyes screamed pure hatred.

“what the shit was that!?” They snapped,flames flickered wildly.

As much trouble Swifi was in,he still remained composed,”it is simply part of my prog---”

He didn’t get to finish as Eraz shoved him,their green flames burned orange,”for fucks sake don’t use that ‘its part of my programming’ excuse! It’s also part of your god damn programming to not hurt us!”

Tic toc could only watch this mess slowly grow out of control,still holding the weaken glitch in his arms,thankfully he was breathing but still not responding to anything.

“well I’m sorry you feel that way Eraz” The hologram snide,”but it is a fact,my program requires me to take down any glitch in my presence, if anything it’s your fault you keep bringing him here”

Eraz grits their teeth in frustration,”I try to warn him but he wants to see you!”

Blue eyes flicker,why would a glitch want to see him? Surely that would change now after being shot.

Eraz must’ve known that they were gonna get through to the service sans,rubbing their temple,”fine,we just won’t bring him anymore,not matter how much he begs us,funny how the person you despise the most cares about you”

Even though Eraz was certainly going to rip Swifi a new one,the slight whimpering from Calcite broke that chain of thought,looking over back to the glitch and Tic toc.Before anything else Calcite let out a cry of distress,hands gripping against the clothes of the robot.

“I-IT HURTS!” He cried out,tears streaming down his face,staining the clothes of the other.

“h-hey it’s okay,you’re okay” Tic toc tried to soothe the other,holding him in his arms.

His hand moves over the stuck spot on his back,”OW!”

“sorry!”

Eraz does not say anything else,eye lights grow dark.They move away from the hologram and carefully scoop up the glitch and Calcite did not hesitate to throw himself into Eraz’s arms,clutching them tightly,sobbing uncontrollably into their chest.Eraz decided it was best to leave and get Calcite some proper help,Tic quietly agreed to this,still sensing the tension in the air and the trio let but no before Eraz gave Swifi one last glare.

Now alone,the hologram sighed heavily,despite not having lungs nor much of a form,his body felt heavy.He couldn’t understand why these organics have such a attachment to a glitch and even confusing him further was why the glitch cares about him? Was he just that stupid?

Not like that matter anymore,the glitch most likely hates him now,as he should.

---------------

“I’M BACK!”

That was not the voice he expected,nearly dropping the tablet he was holding,he whipped his head around to indeed confirm that it was Calcite,smile bright as ever.

He wanted to snap at the glitch,scream at him to go away or maybe threaten to shoot him but instead he just stared dumbfounded as the glitch ran up to him,stumbling slightly,Tic toc follows behind.

Calcite seemly acted as if nothing had happened,”I MISS YOU”

“why..?” Swifi simply said.

“HUH?”

“why are you here?” He repeated.

Tic steps in,”well you see,after what happened,Eraz told him he wasn’t allowed to—uh see you then Calcite went on a hunger strike which uh threw him into a panic attack”

“so he starved himself just to see me?” He asked.

“YE! YOU’RE MY FRIEND!” He exclaimed cheerfully.

“how to you not comprehend!?!” Swifi snapped at the glitch,”I shot you! You’re suffering from second degree burns because of me!”

Tic Toc carefully stood between the hologram and the glitch,Watching him grow more and more agitated over the situation,Tic ponders if it’d truly better to try and leave but Calcite spoke up.

“WELL…YOU DIDN’T MEAN TO DID YOU?”

His eyes flicker,”I’m sorry what?”

“YOU SAY IT’S PART OF YOUR PROGRAMMING? THEREFORE YOU DIDN’T MEAN TO SHOOT ME,YOUR PROGRAMMING DID IT! I’M NOT MAD AT YOU BECAUSE YOU COULDN’T HELP IT” Calcite rambles on about.

And there’s that smile again,that stupid smile the other was giving him,he shouldn’t be smiling yet here he was.Swifi could understand and comprehend a lot of things but…Calcite was truly something else,something needing further analytics.

Swifi shakes his head,”you truly are an idiot…”

Still,his chest cavity tightens,”it is good to know that we are on…decent terms,after all,you will be seeing me soon enough for another job”

“but do not expect that this will be the last incident” Swifi corrected,mostly talking to Tic toc,”it is part of the job”

“I understand,its just hard to explain that to Eraz” Tic toc replied,”then we’ll see you soon?”

“indeed,I’ll let you head off I’m getting sick of looking at you in particular” Swifi remarks,lowering his eyes to Calcite.

Calcite lets out a giggle before following Tic Toc on the way out,waving back at the hologram until he couldn’t be seen.Swifi glanced back at the tablet in hand,typing a few notes before heading off to a sector,as much as Calcite saw him as a ‘friend’ Swifi could predict that things will get ugly in the future.

#my ocs #Eraz #Swifi #Tic Toc #Calcite #tw ask to tag #fanfic #muse's art

[higgs-the-god]

I’d probably have to break down in front of someone to get treated seriously again 😁

#barely anyone listens to me when I say I’m constantly in pain #or that I’m still walking with excruciating pain just because I have a high pain tolerance #because I HAVE to bear through it. for most of my goddamn life #just laying DOWN fucking hurts #for fucks sake I barely cried when I BROKE MY ARM #I’ve kept writing and drawing through carpal tunnel because I didn’t HAVE A CHOICE #I nearly lost my eyes twice and yet that was nothing #I’m constantly in pain and there’s such little ways to help #but it just sounds like I’m being fucking dramatic because I’m STILL standing and STILL walking #like YES now I’m fucking bawling but that doesn’t do fuck all for me #god. what the fuck ever honestly 👍 I really. don’t know why I bother posting online !! at all !! it doesn’t help !! #someday I’ll come to terms I’ll always be in pain. every fucking day

[dracoscene]

Hi friend! Just ran across your work and I love it!! 😍🤍 would you be willing to write something angsty where the reader overhears him talking to Blaise about how clingy she is and decides to give him space only to find out he was taking about Pansy? And then all is good and there so much fluff and love 💕

Crossed Wires | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Contains: angst, kinda mean Draco, FLUFF

A/N: Thank you so so much for the request, hope this is close to what you wanted!

Word count: 1.6k

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"She's pathetic, Blaise."

You came to a halt when you heard the familiar voice of your boyfriend.

"No matter where I go, she's there, all the time. Like a bloody dog." His voice was filled with pure hate. It felt as if the blood in your veins froze as the words fell from his lips.

"What do you expect mate, this girl is head over heels for you. Don't you see the drool on her chin everytime you're within a five mile radius of her?"

Draco scoffed at his friend's words. "It's repulsive."

Repulsive. You weren't unfamiliar with those kind of words coming from him. He almost used them on a daily basis; when students ran past him in the hallways, when Crabbe and Goyle stuffed their faces with pastries at dinner, when first years cried after Draco had just threatened to hex them, or when Potter just so much did as breathe. What you were unfamiliar with, was him using those words in connection with you, and it made you feel sick to your stomach.

A tap on your shoulder ripped you from your thoughts, making you flinch. You turned around to see Pansy standing behind you with her hands up.

"Woah there, didn't mean to scare you." She laughed, waiting for a response that didn't come.

Pansy cleared her throat as she re-adjusted the bag on her shoulders. "So, do you think Draco and Blaise are here already?" Shit. It totally slipped your mind that the reason you came here was the study date the four of you agreed on having before dinner. You watched Pansy silently as she took a few steps forward to look around the bookshelf you two were standing next to.

"Found them!"

You didn't care to move, all you wanted to do was just turn around and get out of there, dreading to face Draco after what he'd just said. Still, you followed Pansy to where the boys were sitting.

Your heartbeat skyrocketed when you spotted the blonde already looking in your direction, the annoyance in his face very much visible. Your eyes met for a moment before you felt the urge to look away, feeling small under his gaze.

Confusion was growing inside of Draco when you took the free space on the couch next to Blaise and not him like you usually did. It felt weird doing so, but you were too embarrassed to sit next to him right now, knowing that he probably wouldn't want you to anyway.

Blaise's eyes alternated between you and Draco, trying to figure out what was going on when Pansy dropped her bag with a loud thud before making herself comfortable next to Draco, grinning. "Well then, shall we begin?"

Minutes went by like hours, the only sounds being the turning of pages and the occasional scoffs coming from Pansy when she didn't understand something in the Potions book.

"Draco could you help me with th-"

"No."

Draco didn't even bother to look at the book in front of him. His eyes had been burning into you from the second you sat down next to his friend. You shifted in your seat, staring at that one sentence in your book that you were trying to read for the seventh time now, but you just couldn't focus long enough. Your cheeks were on fire, feeling utterly intimidated by your boyfriends stare.

After what felt like an eternity, Pansy and Blaise started packing up their books. Draco didn't even move a muscle.

"See you at dinner then." Blaise stated before leaving the library with Pansy by his side. You hurried to gather your stuff, trying to catch up to them, but a firm grasp on your wrist stopped you.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Draco's voice was stern, but you could still make out a hint of insecurity.

"I wasn't ignoring you, I'm just.. tired I guess? Oh and I've been having this awful headache all day and I don't really want to bother you with that so I think I should just g-"

"I'm not stupid, y/n." he cut you off. "I know when something's up with you. What is it?"

You didn't know what to say. Confronting him about what you heard would've been the mature way to handle things, but you were hurt. Hurt about the way he talked about you, and especially how he did it; behind your back. So, you removed your hand from his grasp and looked up at him. "I'll go now. I know you don't want to have me around anyway, so don't act like you care."

You left, leaving Draco completely baffled. If you wouldn't have been in such a hurry to get away, if you would've looked a little more closely, you might have seen the effect your words had on him.

He did care. A lot.

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Draco knew you probably wouldn't want him to sit next you during dinner, that's why he did exactly that. He wasn't just going to let this go, so he plopped down next to you.

Your whole body tensed up, and Draco noticed.

The poor boy was confused as ever, you could almost see his brain working with high speed, thinking of every encounter and every conversation with you he had that day, trying to figure out what in the world he's done that made you avoid him.

Confusion turned into frustration real fast when he just couldn't seem to think of anything.

"This is ridiculous, y/n." his voice was barely above a whisper, but the desperation in it was loud and clear. "Will you just tell me what the bloody hell is going on?"

Draco's eyes followed your every move as you turned to look at him. "Can we go somewhere else?" your voice was shaking and you could feel a lump forming in your throat.

He gave you a quick nod before standing up and taking your hand to lead you out of the Great Hall. Pansy called out his name when you two walked past her, but Draco simply waved her off.

The laughter and chatting of students stopped when the doors closed behind you. He led you a little further away with your hand still in his. You felt your heart pounding in your chest when he turned to look at you, it was beating so fast you were scared he might hear it.

"Will you talk to me now?" his thumb started caressing the top of your hand when he saw how nervous you were, as an attempt to calm you down. "I need to know what's going on, did I do something?" "What happened?"

Tears fiilled your eyes when you replayed the words in your head.

"She's pathetic."

"Like a bloody dog."

"Y/n?" his soft voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

"I heard what you said." You tried your hardest to keep your composure. "In the library, about how I'm always with you and how pathetic you think that is." Your voice broke at that last part.

Draco's face fell when he realized that you thought his words were directed to you. Thinking about how hurt by his words you must've been made his heart break.

"Darling." he breathed out, gentle hands cupping your cheeks as he used his thumb to wipe away the single tear that fell from your eye. "I wasn’t talking about you."

You furrowed your brows as confusion replaced the hurt look on your face. "Huh?"

"It was Parkinson I was talking about, she's been bothering me the whole bloody day."

You felt your face heat up in embarrassment, the color of your cheeks became a crimson red, which you tried to hide as best as you could by covering your face with both of your hands.

Draco let out a laugh as he took your hands into his and pulled you into a hug, his head resting on yours. "I'm so so stupid, oh my god." your voice was muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

"Sometimes." he chuckled while rubbing soothing circles on your back with his hands. "You should know better than to think I’d ever talk about you like this, love."

"I know, I'm sorry." you lifted you head and looked up at him through wet eyelashes, hands resting flat against his upper body.

"Merlin y/n, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you." he planted a kiss on your forehead, lingering for a second before you buried your face back into his chest. Your arms draped around his waist, holding fast onto him.

The creaking of doors made Draco's head shoot up, looking in the direction of approaching footsteps. His face turned into a sneer as soon as he saw Pansy turn around the corner, looking for him.

"Draco why aren't you in th- oh. Am I interrupting something?" Her gaze landed on you.

You felt the muscles in Draco's arms flex around your body as he pulled you even closer into his chest like he was trying to protect you from her prying eyes.

"For fucks sake, Parkinson. Get lost." he snapped at her, voice brimming with venom. This was all it took for Pansy to leave as fast as she came.

Draco scoffed before he let one arm fall to his side, leaving the other one around your waist to keep you close.

"Pathetic, isn't she?" You leaned into him, smiling. Draco couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips at your statement.

"Hey" he grabbed your chin, lifting it so you were looking at him. "I love you, always will. You know that, right?"

You gave him a reassuring nod before planting a kiss on his lips. "Love you too, Dray. More than anything."

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy blurb #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy x y/n #harry potter imagine #harry potter #draco malfoy requests

[randomshyperson]

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - If You Asked Me To  (Special)

Part One Here || AO3

Summary: Prompt request “ Modern AU Wanda x Female Reader with the song If You Asked Me To by Angeline Quinto? Where basically Wanda and R are in this middle area of not being official and on and off relationship because Wanda has had shitty ex’s that have cheated on her.” // Special Smut request from “If You Asked Me To”

Words: 1.496 K

Warnings: +18, Pure Smut.

Tags:  @mionemymind / @abimess / @stephanieromanoff / @yourtaletotell / @tomy5girls / @justagaypanicking / @thegayw1tch

//-//

Carol called you two minutes after you sent her a text.

"Please explain." She spoke impatiently as soon as you answered, making you laugh slightly.

You told her that you had come to terms with Wanda, and that things happened the right way now. Carol was silent for a moment.

"Damn, I hope you're right, honey." She said on the other end of the line. "I just want you to be happy."

"That's sweet." You joked and she laughed. "Anything new out there?"

"Yes, actually." She said with slight irony and you heard a loud noise in the call. "Natasha just threw a pillow at me, sorry about that."

You laugh with confusion.

"What happened?"

You heard Natasha yell at Carol to mind her own business in the background of the call and started to get curious.

"Our friend was dumped and is crying in the corners... Let go of me, you psycho!" Carol's voice grew distant from the call and you began to laugh, imagining that they were fighting. 

A moment later, Natasha was the one on the other end.

"I am declaring that I will never date again in my life, okay?" She announces and you laugh, imagining that the noise in the background was Carol, trying to get loose.

"Please don't kill my friend." You ask humorously and Nat lets out an impatient sigh, probably struggling to keep Carol off the phone. "Ask her to call me later."

You say before hanging up. Throwing the cell phone on your bed, you bite your lips, wondering what to do. Wanda was having some stupid test that keeps your hands off her, so you were waiting.

You decided to try to watch something, and you chose a comedy series.

Many minutes later, the door to your dormitory opened.

"Hey, your girlfriend is coming." Darcy warned and you blinked in surprise at her sudden appearance, but Dary was already throwing her backpack on the bed, and leaving the room and then Wanda came in next, closing and locking the door.

"Hi..." You started to say hello but your speech died when Wanda threw her purse on the floor and pulled her blouse off over her head in one motion. "Damn." 

You gasped in surprise as she quickly approached, and you moved your laptop out of the way placing it in the closet next to you. Wanda sat on your lap, kissing you intensely.

"God, I missed that." She gasps breathlessly between kisses. You smile, letting your hands move up to her breasts, and making her moan when you squeeze her nipples over her bra.

"Are you in a hurry, honey?" You tease as you feel her pull your shirt up, but you don't stop her from removing the piece next. Wanda smiles, biting her lips, and you raise your hand to her neck, tilting it to the side so that you have better access to her collarbone. Wanda sighs as you lick and suck her skin, beginning to move against your lap. 

Wanda felt so good and hot against you, you couldn't wait until she was fully undressed to run your fingers down the bundle of her pants, and then slip through her panties, making her moan loudly and throw her head back.

"So wet." You whispered against the skin of her neck, moving up her face to kiss her again as your finger caressed her swollen clitoris superficially. Wanda whimpered, forcing her hips down, and you gave her exactly what her body was asking for.

Penetrating your finger as deep as you could while your thumb played with her clitoris, you slipped your tongue into her mouth as she moaned breathlessly, kissing her with passion.

When you set a rhythm to move in and out along with Wanda's hips, she could barely keep up with the kiss, panting and breathless as she rode your fingers.

"That's it, baby, right there." She moaned against his lips. "So good."

The next time you pulled out of her, you inserted in second finger, and Wanda broke the kiss into a loud moan, shuddering and sinking her head against your collarbone, making you smile at how hot and tight she was.

"Damn, Wanda, you feel so good." You sigh against her ear, and she whimpers as you press your thumb into her clitoris, the back and forth movements never stopping.

"I... I'm close." She whimpers as she tightens her fingers on your shoulder, her nails digging into your skin. You smiled, feeling the same way. Wanda's pussy tightening in your fingers as she tried to keep the rhythm of her hips. You continued to stimulate her clitoris as you whispered in her ear, "That's my sweet girl. Come for me, kitten."

Two deep strokes was enough to bring Wanda to the edge, and she came on your fingers next, throwing her head back and arching her back, her mouth open as she moaned loudly your name.

You smiled feeling Wanda's warm liquid on your fingers as she tried to normalize her own breathing and stop shaking. You raised your free hand to her face, lifting her chin gently and making her look up at you.

You steal a few quick kisses, waiting for Wanda to be able to reciprocate. When she pursued your face, you bit her lower lip, sucking before releasing and making her moan.

"Ride my face." You commanded in a husky voice and she gasped, nodding afterwards. You pulled away only to lie back, and Wanda moved on top of you until your pussy was at mouth height. 

Wanda sighed as your tongue reached her clit again, leaning her hands on the headboard and closing her eyes.

You used your hands to hold her thighs open and began licking and sucking her wet pussy, intoxicating yourself with the smell and taste.

"Fuck." Wanda whimpered on top of you, throwing her head back and forcing herself down. You kept stroking as deep as you could, and licking back. "Right there, baby." She moaned. " Don't stop."

The sounds Wanda was making were also pushing you to your limits. Her taste, her smell. You could feel the tightness in your own core increase as Wanda rubbed against your face, whimpering and moaning your name. You shuddered breathlessly, moaning against her cunt, realizing how close you were, and the vibration was enough to bring Wanda to orgasm, and she whimpered loudly pushing hard against the headboard.

"Fuck!" She cried out as she collapsed, using the support to keep from falling completely against you. You smiled against her folds, drinking her juices.

Her legs were trembling as she tried to get off you, so you helped her to lie down again.

She sighed when you kissed her next, feeling her own taste on your tongue.

"Are you tired, baby?" You asked leaning your foreheads together as you lay down next to her, Wanda moved forward again, kissing you slowly.

"Yes, but I'm not done with you yet." She whispers against your lips, moving forward to be on top.

You smile against her lips, having no intention of protesting.

//-//

Wanda was not kidding.

You fell panting against the mattress after coming for the third time in a row, unable to feel your legs as your girlfriend collapses on top of you, affected by her own orgasm.

You sighed when she brought your mouths together again and you were almost ready for another when a knock on the door caught your attention.

"Girls please, it's been four hours!" Shouted Darcy from the other side of the door, and you and Wanda exchanged a look before letting out a giggle.

Wanda moved against you, searching the room for your clothes. She ended up putting on your T-shirt and one of your sweatpants, and you grabbed a jacket that was lying on the nightstand.

"You can come in, Darcy," You prompted next, covering your waist with the blanket as Wanda lay down beside you.

"God, this room smells like sex." She complains lightly and you laugh as Wanda lies against your chest and sinks her face into your neck. "Did you guys even drink water?"

Wanda giggles against your skin, finding your colleague's irritation amusing as you assure her that you two are doing just fine.

Darcy checks her watch.

"I don't know if you forgot, but we have the last Modern period now" She tells you and you sigh.

"Shit, it's true." You say and Wanda tightens her arms around you, making you smile. "You think you can cover for me?"

Darcy looks at the two of you for a moment and then rolls her eyes with amusement.

"Yeah, but you'll owe me" She says with a smile and you agree laughing slightly. "Drink some water for god's sake girls" She warns with amusement before leaving the room making you both laugh lightly.

You snuggle up against Wanda, feeling her relax against your body. It doesn't take long for you both to fall asleep.

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x you #sub!wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x dom!reader

[breakyeol]

touch it (sensual oils)

one shot

┗ pairing : baekhyun x reader

words: 4k

warnings: smut, sensual massage, byun-booty, hand job, light overstimulation 

a/n; because baekhyun deserves it

Baekhyun had a bad day.

That much was glaringly obvious from the very moment he stepped through the door, looking about ready to crawl beneath your bedsheets and never come out. He collapsed into your arms with a pathetic whine the moment you rose from where you were situated on the couch, the full weight of his body thrown against your chest. You grunted at the unexpected impact, quickly wrapping your arms around his slim waist when you felt his knees beginning to give out.

“Baek!” You yelped, struggling feebly to support the both of you. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m too tired to stand,” he cried out dramatically, voice muffled against your shoulder, “my body feels like it’s turning into mush.”

You clicked your tongue at his familiar dramatics, a fond smile flitting across your lips in spite of yourself. “Oh my poor baby~” you cooed playfully, petting the top of his head, “they worked you into the ground?”

A heavy pout tugged at the corners of his lips, big droopy eyes swinging up to meet yours as he bobbed his head. “I’m already sore. I’m not gonna be able to move tomorrow.” He complained noisily, hands curling into tight fists around the material of your sweatshirt.

This close, you could easily make out the lingering scent of sweat clinging to his skin, and you didn’t doubt for a second he worked until he was drenched in it. There was a flash, an image that passed before your eyes, of Baekhyun, sweat rolling down the smooth slope of his chin, dripping from the fringes of his bangs, glistening enticingly above his brow, his mouth pink and open, gasping. It vanished just as quickly as it had come, and your attention was drawn back to the whining mess of a man squirming against your chest.

“Go shower,” you suggested, not trusting your voice above a careful whisper, “then come to bed, okay?”

“I don’t want to. Just hold me.”

You snickered, combing your fingers through the short hairs on the back of his neck, feeling the way his body melted into the tender caress. “I will gladly hold you for the rest of the night… after you take a shower.”

He only offered an unintelligible grunt in response, showing no signs of detaching himself from your body, his hold around you tightening in a display of stubborn resistance. There was little doubt in your mind that he’d keep this up for as long as your patience allowed – which, given how soft you were for the man, was a fairly long time –, but you knew you’d both be better off once he felt clean and refreshed, cleansed of the day’s many hardships.

“You’ll feel a lot better afterwards.”

A groan this time.

“I’ll make you feel a lot better afterwards.”

At that reparation, his head snapped up, eyes wide and, despite the exhaustion, glinting with a hint of excitement. His spine straightened, grip around you loosening somewhat as strength seemed to return to his muscles. “Really?” He whispered, pink tongue slipping out from between petal lips. So easy. You could’ve scoffed, but thought better of yourself, settling for a suggestive cock of your head that could be interpreted in a number of ways.

“Go shower,” you hummed, pinching his chin between your thumb and index finger and guiding his face down towards yours, “then… we’ll see.”

He let out a huff of breath, eyes going hooded as they flickered down to trace the smug curve of lips. “You’re mean.”

You laughed lightly, planting a kiss that was far too short for Baekhyun’s liking to his pouted mouth before skillfully untangling yourself from his arms. “We’ll see just how mean I can be once you come to bed.” You called teasingly over your shoulder, grinning in wild amusement at the low curse that followed.

It wasn’t too long after you’d made your way into the bedroom that you heard the soft hiss of the shower. You waited until you heard the low groan that told you that your boyfriend had finally stepped beneath the hot spray to permeate through the separating wall before you jumped into action.

This wasn’t the first time Baekhyun had come home looking ready to collapse and you doubted it would be the last. There wasn’t much you could do about him having to go to work. No matter what you said or how many times you told him he should give himself a chance to rest and recover, he would always put his everything into his work, because that was just the kind of man he was. He was all passion and fire and unrelenting persistence even when he felt like he might die. It was a quality that sparked both admiration and fear inside of you.

There was a certain helplessness that came with being the person he came home to after a long day of work, body and mind teetering dangerously on the brink of exhaustion. There wasn’t much you could do to ease his stress, as he wasn’t the type to verbally unload or express his unease to its full extent. Sure, he was dramatic, but only in a playful sense. That was his way of downplaying and covering up his true feelings, to both you and himself.

But, there were still other ways you could help. And, with some brainstorming and a bit of research, you’d come up with the perfect plan to help ease some of Baekhyun’s tension. Though, you had to scramble a bit to set the scene, you knew it would be fully worth it to see the look on his face.

It was just as you’d lit the final candle, completing the final touches, that you heard the shower shut off. Perfect timing. You quickly situated yourself on the edge of the bed, the cool air caressing your scantily clad body, rousing goosebumps across your skin.

But, the chills tickling your spine were little more than a second thought as Baekhyun stepped into the room donning nothing more than a towel that hung dangerously low on his full hips. He paused just inside the doorway, his brows shooting upwards as he took in the state of your shared bedroom. Wide eyes danced over the flickering candles laid out strategically across the hardwood floor to encircle the bed, swept over the scattered rose petals, before finally landing on you.

You, wearing a deep crimson lingerie set, a sheer silk robe, and nothing more.

His bare chest, still glistening with water droplets, rose sharply as his breath hitched. A low curse tumbled from his lips, almost too faint to hear over the seductive instrumentals pulsing from the speakers.

A satisfied smirk broke across your face at his reaction, pleased with yourself for having successfully caught him off guard.

“Surprise,” you sang, voice low and silken.

For a moment, he didn’t move, his own amazement rooting him in place as he visually inhaled the sight of you. Your skin was hot beneath the intensity of his gaze, blazing as it trailed torturously slow up the length of your body, not daring to miss a single detail.

A faint buzz of nerves fizzled in your gut.

You’d never done anything like this before. Presented yourself in such a way to him, that is. All wrapped up in silk and lace of only the most sensual nature, bathed in smooth orange candlelight that tickled your ankles and crept up the smooth length of your lower legs. This was something new for the both of you, something unexplored. But it also wasn’t everything you had in store.

When he moved, it was with the utmost cautiousness, as if stepping too quickly or too harshly might disturb the beautiful illusion spread before him. But still, he moved, unable to resist the temptation.

Without speaking, his hands found your face, curving around the shape of your jaw and winding around the back of your neck. They were cold against your skin, and you couldn’t suppress the shiver that rippled down your spine as he leaned over you. You let out a soft hum at his touch, head rolling back under his gentle coaxing.

Not a beat passed before his mouth found yours, eager and impatient. You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, easily finding the smooth slope of his naked waist and tugging him closer. He moaned somewhere low in his throat, tongue slipping out to trace the seam of your lip. You allowed as much, indulging the hungry press of his mouth, the careful nips of his teeth — until he tried to lay you down.

Your palms met the swells of his chest, and he pulled away, breathless and confused. “What is it?” He asked hoarsely, licking over his swollen lips. You’d be lying straight through your teeth if you said he didn’t look irresistible in that moment, wet hair hanging messily over his brows, dark, hooded eyes, all haze and lust as they stared down at you heatedly, full cheeks blushing a feverish shade of red. But you had plans for tonight, plans you didn’t intend to discard for the sake of sexual pleasure.

“I’m not fucking you.”

He gasped, disbelief coloring his features. “What? Why not?”

“Because,” you grinned, settling your hands on his hips, “I’m going to give you a massage.”

“A massa— ah!” his words cut off abruptly with a high pitched yelp as you suddenly spun him around, all but throwing him down onto the petal covered mattress. He could only stare at you in shock as you crawled over his nearly naked body, mouth curved into a playful smile.

“A massage.” You confirmed, sounding rather proud. But, he still looked less than amused, so you elaborated. “You’ve been working so hard these past few weeks, and I know you’ve been stressed and your body is exhausted. A massage will help release some of that tension.”

“You know what else releases tension?” He asked, sinking his teeth into his lower lip. You cocked a brow, feeling the light press of his fingertips as they feathered over your thighs, taking an obvious path upwards. Desire and mischief swirled in his eyes, voice low and thick as the words dripped slowly from his dangerous tongue, “Hot… passionate… s—”

You snatched his hands from your skin before they could reach their destination, pinning them to the mattress on either side of his head. “Shut up and roll over.”

He huffed, pouting up at you scornfully but obeyed nonetheless, rolling onto his stomach. “Do you even know how to give a massage?” He snipped as you settled yourself on the back of his towel clad thighs.

“I’ve done my research.” You offered lightly, sparing a moment to admire the lithe, sinewy build of his shoulders and back before you moved, reaching for the tall bottle you’d situated on the nightstand earlier. He followed your movements from the corner of his eye, curiosity breaking through the petulant facade.

“Don’t you think you’re being a bit cruel?”

“Perhaps,” you teased, pouring the translucent golden liquid into your palm, “but you’ll enjoy this, I promise. Just… relax.”

A defeated sigh escaped his chest, his body deflating beneath you. “Fine. But, this better feel better than sex or I swear to god I will—” he jolted with a soft gasp as you suddenly pressed the heels of your oil lathered palms into the area just between his shoulder blades and pushed outwards, “sue.”

You smirked smugly to yourself at the breathlessness with which he completed his sentence, obviously not having expected the pressure to feel that amazing.

“Good?” You asked, voice tinged with arrogance.

“Uh-huh,” he admitted immediately, moaning throatily as you rolled your thumbs deeply against the base of his neck, “oh fuck that feels so good.”

You chuckled, skillfully working your fingers across the planes of his broad shoulders. He melted deeper into the mattress with every knot you deftly unwound, soft, relieved moans breaking from his open mouth. The smooth, lavender scented oil glistened captivatingly on his sun-kissed skin, the delicate aroma gently permeating through your bedroom. It was a lovely, soothing smell, subtle and unimposing. You spread it diligently across the smooth expanse of his upper back, before gradually beginning to work your way downwards.

His sounds of bliss lowered in pitch the lower your hands reached, dipping into silky tenor groans when your hands reached the delicate dip of his waist. But, as you moved to massage the area just above his hips, he suddenly jolted, spine arching, a strained curse rushing from between clenched teeth.

You couldn’t help the concern that sparked to life in your chest at his response. “Does it hurt?” You asked, easing up on the pressure but not removing your touch completely. Sucking his lips into his mouth, he nodded with a soft, hesitant hum, glancing back at you from over his shoulder. “What happened?”

He made a strange noise in the back of his throat. “I just… twisted it weirdly during practice, I guess.” He offered weakly, shivering as you poured a small puddle of oil in the small of his back.

“Did you take a break?”

His silence was all the answer you needed.

“Baek,” your tone turned scolding as you gently worked your fingers into the tight dip of his waist, “just because you can fight through the pain doesn’t mean that you should. You’re not doing your body any favors by pushing it this hard.”

“I know but I—“ he sighed heavily, pressing his face into the sheets, “I just… don’t want to disappoint anybody.”

Oh, your poor, sweet Baekhyun. Always trying to please everyone else even when it ends up hurting him.

Pausing in your movements, you leaned forwards, bracing your hands on his shoulders so that you could speak in his ear. “Nobody is disappointed in you, Baek. You work so hard everyday to be the best you can be, and it shows. Everyone knows that you put your everything into what you do. And everyone’s proud of you,” you pressed your lips against the curve of his throat, slowly working your way up to the curve of his jaw, “I’m proud of you.”

He glanced back at you through his eyelashes. “Really?”

The question is so soft, so uncertain, and you feel your heart clench painfully in your chest at the thought that this man truly doesn’t understand just how many people adore him for just being… him. “Of course.”

You didn’t miss the rising of his cheeks, though he tried to hide himself beneath his arm, suddenly shy. You bit back a grin of your own, pressing one final kiss to the shell of his ear before returning to your earlier position and resuming the massage. He felt a dozen times more relaxed beneath you, the previous tension occupying his muscles having magically dissipated.

Sometimes, all he really needed was a little reassurance.

The smile that settled across your lips was unwavering as you took to kneading at the supple flesh of his hips, just above the top of his towel. Somewhere in the back of your mind, there was a flicker of a thought. A mischievous, dangerous thought. A thought that had your attention lingering on where the towel was tucked and secured on his right hip. Glancing up at the back of his head, you allowed your fingers to trail discretely towards the damp, white fabric, toying with it lightly so that he wouldn’t notice — not even as it came undone.

It was only as you peeled it swiftly away from his body and Baekhyun felt the rush of cool air across his backside that he realized what had just occurred.

“H– Hey!” He yelped, swinging his head around fast enough to give himself whiplash, eyes wide with disbelief.

“This is a full body massage, Baek. It’s not a full body massage unless it’s full body.”

“My butt does not need massaging.”

You grinned, sinking your teeth into your lower lip as you cocked a challenging brow. “I beg to differ.”

“Pervert.” He hissed.

You gasped, splaying a hand across your chest. “Who told you?”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes at your antics, but put up little resistance as you nudged his hands away from his butt. The tips of his ears and the back of his neck turned a dark, lovely shade of pink, and he quickly buried his face in his arms. Taking that as his nonverbal cue to continue, you poured yourself some more of the lavender scented oil, overturning your palm to let it drizzle onto his cheeks. He flinched slightly, the sensation catching him off guard.

So cute. You bit into the inside of your cheek to keep from cooing at him, opting to set your hands upon the gentle curve of his ass and knead your fingers into the soft, toned flesh. Baekhyun stifled a moan in the crook of his elbow, eyes fluttering as his body responded to the soothing touch.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” You asked, tone teasing.

“Shut up.”

You snickered, massaging deep circles into the muscles of his upper thigh. He groaned deeply, fingers curling into the sheets. “Right there, right there— fuck, right there. It’s so sore.”

Heat flickered faintly in the pit of your stomach at the low rasping of his voice, grunted roughly through clenched teeth. Geez, why’d he have to sound so damn sexy…

Brushing off the thought as best you could, you forced yourself to focus on massaging the tension from his hamstrings. But each brush of your fingers over the insides of his thighs, intentional or otherwise, coaxed a round of violent shivers and breathless moans from your very much nude and very much oil covered boyfriend. You swallowed a mouthful of saliva, jaw clenching as you squeezed your hands around the backs of his lower thighs.

The sounds he was making weren’t helping your… situation in the least.

“How are you so good at this?” He asked, somewhat airily as your hands glided upwards, to just below the curve of his ass before returning to the crook of his knee. The question snapped you out of whatever trance you’d put yourself in watching the way his slick, honeyed skin dipped and curved deliciously beneath the pressure of your touch.

“Re- research. Lots of research.” You cleared your throat, shifting downwards on the mattress to set to work on his calves.

“You’re hands are fucking magic.”

Warmth slipped into your cheeks at the praise, your heart picking up speed within your chest. He was making it difficult for you to focus.

“I told you you’d like it.” You hummed playfully, beginning the slow ascent back up the length of his naked body.

“You were right,” he conceded easily, sighing in bliss as your hands slid over the small of his back, “I love it. Feels so fucking good, you have no idea.”

A content (and perhaps a bit smug) smile settled across your face. You couldn’t have asked for anything more. All you wanted was to make Baekhyun feel even just a little bit better after what you knew had to be a long, hard day— and you goddamn succeeded.

“Baek,” you murmured, and he gasped softly, not expecting your lips to be right next to his ear. He let out an unsteady hum, blinking hard twice when he felt your lace covered chest press against his back, “roll over for me?”

Swallowing thickly, he nodded. You lifted yourself off of him to give him just enough room to turn onto his back beneath you. All at once you were nose to nose, soft puffs of breath caressing your mouth. He was looking up at you with those eyes again, those hooded, wanting eyes, his hands clenching at the sheets somewhere down by his sides. You could see the dark flush on his cheeks, the desperation slowly seeping into his expression.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” The question was quiet, barely a whisper on his delicate pink lips. But the fire it ignited inside of you was anything but— loud, violent, and devastating, ripping your so well kept self control to shreds in a matter of moments.

“Yeah,” you whispered, sliding a slick hand down his toned stomach, “but I’m going to touch it first.”

He barely had time to react before your hand was around his cock. He gasped, back arching, forcing his chest flush against yours. Surprise flickered across your face upon feeling him already fully hard and throbbing against your palm. “Oh?”

“What?” He huffed out breathlessly, swinging the tip of his tongue over his lower lip, “did you expect me not to get hard while my sexy girlfriend wearing sexy lingerie rubs every inch of my body with oil?”

Pausing, you squinted down at him. “It was the butt massage, wasn’t it?”

He glared, and you grinned.

But any annoyance was wiped clean off his face as you squeezed your fingers around him, stroking his dick at a slow, borderline torturous pace. The remaining oil on your hand combined with his precum provided the perfect lubrication, the slide smooth and wet, the lewd sound of it making you clench around nothing. Baekhyun’s head rolled back, mouth falling open in a silent moan. But, not for a moment did his gaze break from yours. You bit your lip harshly, a violent heat licking at your veins, the sheer intensity of his dark stare making your head feel dizzy.

“You look… so hot right now.” You hadn’t intended to say the words out loud, but you also couldn’t find it in yourself to feel even the least bit ashamed.

The corner of his mouth curled into a sultry smirk, an airy chuckle rumbling somewhere low in his chest.

“Yeah?” You nodded. “Then kiss me.”

You did so without hesitation.

Baekhyun let out a heady groan, hands surging up from between your bodies to cradle your jaw as your lips worked against his with a hunger you hadn’t realized you possessed. It was uncoordinated and messy, all lashing tongue and vicious teeth, biting and sucking and licking until you were certain your that lips were raw. You were dizzy and intoxicated by the taste of him, and he wasn’t in much of a better state. With his cock in your hand and your tongue in his mouth, it didn’t seem like he’d last much longer.

Beneath you, Baekhyun’s hips bucked and rolled, frenzied and desperate. Your hand stilled around him, allowing him the luxury of control as he fucked himself violently into your closed fist. Each moan that tumbled from his mouth into yours was louder than the last, and you relished in the unabashed displays of pleasure, taking an immense amount of pride in knowing that you were the cause of it.

“I’m gonna come,” he gasped the warning, his nails biting harshly into your shoulder, “fuck— fuck, wait— I’m g-gonna come.”

“Baek,” you panted, still trying to catch your breath from the kiss, “come for me. Please.”

His back arched, the furnace of his body overwhelmed but still trying feebly to fight back his oncoming high. Baekhyun didn’t like coming first. He’d always had the tendency of putting your pleasure above his own, making sure you came at least once (if not multiple times) before him. But tonight wasn’t about you. Tonight was about him. And you were going to make sure he knew it.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, sucking a dark bruise into his skin while simultaneously rolling your thumb over his sensitive tip in a way that had him trembling pathetically beneath you.

“Oh god— oh fuck— y/n—!” He came with a hoarse cry of your name, hips bucking, muscles tensing, skin shivering. You felt his hot release spilling over your knuckles, slipping between your fingers. He whimpered and squirmed as the overstimulation kicked in, but you didn’t stop stroking him until he started begging. “I can’t, I can’t— baby, please—” his chest heaved and his eyes went glassy, the dangerous cocktail of pleasure and pain making his head feel dizzy.

Looking down at him, so wrecked and fucked out, with those flushed cheeks and heavy eyes, you felt your heart flutter at the same time arousal coiled in your gut. He was just too damn pretty for his own good.

You relented, gently releasing his spent dick from your hold. He let out a shaky breath before tugging you into another mind numbing kiss. You moaned softly against his lips, feeling one of his hands coil around the back of your neck while the other explored the expanse of your back. It didn’t take long before they discovered the clasp of your bra, deftly unclasping it. Distracted by the skillful flicks of his tongue, you didn’t realize what he’d done until you felt the lacy fabric slip down your arms.

A giggle bubbled in your throat, and you whispered against his mouth, “naughty boy.”

His lips curled, and then all at once you found yourself sprawled on your back. “Naughty girl,” Baekhyun retaliated in a low, playful growl, pinning your hands to the mattress on either side of your head, “making me cum even after I told you to wait...”

His head dipped and you gasped softly as he nipped at the sensitive part of your throat, one hand sliding down to grip at your naked breast. You bit your lip to suppress a whimper as he circled your nipple with a rough thumb.

“Guess I’ll just have to pay you back for it…”

You weren’t about to object to that.

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[rodr1cks]

Heather Hills | 1.3k

part one

neighbor trope where you’re in love with Rodrick but he can’t stop pining after Heather Hills, takes place during Dog Days

“Rodrick, she ran over your fucking foot for christ’s sake!” He rolled his eyes at you from his position on his bed. “She’s into me, I know it. How could she resist?” Rodrick wasn’t wrong, he was pretty irresistible, to you at least.

The way his dark hair fell messily over his forehead, the adorable moles on his face, and oh god, his hands. Everything about him captivated you but he could never know. Rodrick liked girls like Heather Hills.

“Y/n? You there?” He said, waving a hand in your face. “Yeah- uh- sorry.” You had zoned out thinking about everything you wish you could do with Rodrick. “I uhm- gotta go. Keep your foot elevated, I mean it.” You gave him your most serious glare and got up from his bed. Rodrick winced at the movement.

You made the trek down the two flights of stairs to the main level where Mrs. Heffley was making dinner. “Hey, dear, is Rodrick doing alright? Did he tell you what happened?” You smiled faintly at her. “Oh he’s just fine. He said he tripped over a rock chasing Greg around.” Mrs. Heffley sighed, “Sounds about right. Well, would you like to stay for supper? We’re having your favorite!”

Mrs. Heffley was always so kind to you, she probably realized you’re the only girl who is actually nice to her oldest son. “Thank you for the offer but I have some work to catch up on.” Truthfully, you just wanted to go home and cry in your bed.

You immediately crawled into your bed as soon as you got home and started going down the list of things Heather Hills had that you didn’t. Blonde hair, tits, friends, popularity, the list continues. You fell asleep mulling over all of your shortcomings.

“Good morning, Y/n,” Rodrick smiled at you slyly. Oh god he has a plan. It always turned out bad when he gave you that look. “So, do you wanna hit the country club with me today?” Your brow furrowed in confusion, “You, Rodrick Heffley, are asking me to go to a country club?” “Yeah, Greg’s chubby friend can get us in.”

He was referring to Rowley Jefferson and he was completely serious. You shrugged in agreement. A smile broke out on his face and he smirked, “Wear something… skimpy.”

You walked back to your house to put on a skimpy bathing suit, per Rodrick's Instructions . What did that mean? Did he want to see you in something revealing? Thoughts aside, you rummaged through your drawers until you found it.

The smallest bikini you owned. It was black and the bottoms were nearly a thong. You put on the top, the minuscule triangles only covering the bare minimum. You threw on a Löded Diper t-shirt that was two sizes too big, courtesy of Rodrick.

You ran outside to meet Rodrick at his van, “Ready?” You nod at him. You had never felt so anxious before in your life. Rodrick reached over to turn the music up and you flinched. “Woah, woah, you okay over there, y/n?” Your face flushed, “Oh yeah, I-I’m fine,” you stammered.

After a short but bumpy ride, you guys arrived. “Follow me,” Rodrick said in a hushed voice. Apprehensively, you did as he asked.

“Rodrick, it reeks back here, when did you say Greg will get here?” Rodrick was obviously just as frustrated as you were but he assured you it would be any moment. Just then, the locked gate rattled. “Finally! Greg, my man!” Rodrick gave his younger brother a couple slaps on his back and you giggled. It was rare to witness them getting along, it was sweet.

The country club was nice. Rodrick led you over to a couple of chairs, “Make yourself at home, señorita.” Rodrick plopped down and stretched his arms behind his head. God, his muscles. You removed your shirt before you sat, and hovered for a moment. You were holding your arms around your stomach and looking around, discomfort evident on your face. So many beautiful girls there made you feel lesser. “Hey, y/n, you look great. Relax.” You instantly felt more at ease. For a while, you and Rodrick just sat and enjoyed the day.

Then you saw her. It was her. Heather Hills in a lifeguard suit strutting past both of you. You sat up and so did Rodrick.

“H-hey Heather!” Rodrick called after her. She made a noise of disgust, “As if, loser!” Rodrick huffed, “Damn it, you weren’t enough? I need to get to her somehow.”

Your heart dropped, you were there to make Heather Hills… jealous? “Rodrick? Did you bring me here just to-“ He cut you off, “Yeah yeah, one minute y/n.” He completely dismissed you and ran off.

You were livid. Absolutely enraged. You could be sad later but right now you needed Rodrick to know how furious he’d made you. The splash he made when he jumped into the pool caught your attention.

What the fuck was he trying to do?

Rodrick began flailing his arms around, splashing and gasping, “Help! Help me I’m drowning!” He cried out similar exclamations for the next minute or so. You’d seen enough. You grabbed your things and left, you’d walk home. Greg stopped you on your way out, “I’m sorry y/n, maybe he’ll realize soon.” You sighed, ruffing up Greg’s hair. How was Greg already smarter than Rodrick?

Jesus your house was further than you thought, did you even know where you were? Whatever, you’d figure it out. You were kicking pebbles along the sidewalk when you heard his van pull up beside you. “Y/n, get in the van,” he called out. You ignored him. “C’mon,” he yelled, “let me make sure you get home safely, please.” You gave in, you were tired of walking anyways. “Thank you,” he said when you plopped down in the passenger seat.

The van stopped abruptly in front of your houses. You broke the awkward silence and started going off on him. “You’re an asshole, you know that?. You used me to try and get to Heather Hills? Y’know how shitty that made me feel? For a second I thought- I really thought-” You paused, “Forget it.” You flung open your door and stormed into your front door. Rodrick was still absolutely oblivious.

He decided to give you some space and go to his own home. Greg was sitting on the floor playing twisted wizard when Rodrick walked in. “You still don’t get it do you?” Greg asked. Rodrick, visibly annoyed, quipped back, “Nothing to get, little bro,” and bounded up the stairs.

You woke up, groggy. You had fallen asleep at some point after getting home. What time is it? It was only 4pm. You heard knocking on your back door, Great. Dramatically, you flung the door open, already knowing who it was. You gestured, reluctantly inviting him in. Remembering what you were wearing, you blushed. You were still in a large t-shirt and bikini bottoms.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I talked to Greg about it and I understand how stupid I am.” He seemed genuinely embarrassed. You took pity on him, how could you not? “It’s okay, Rodrick. I overreacted.” He smiled, “Great! Because I have great news!” You returned the smile, half-heartedly. “What’s your news?” “Okay, so after you left, Greg scored me a gig at Heather Hills’ sweet 16! Can you believe it?”

There was that feeling again, your heart shriveling and dropping to the depths of hell. Greg didn’t get through to him, after all. “Oh that’s- that’s great, Rodrick.” You really tried to seem enthused. “When is it?” you asked. “It’s in a week and you’re totally coming with, I need my favorite roadie there!” Rodrick was sweet sometimes, just not in the way you wanted. At least he wanted you there.

+hi hi this was my first fic in a long long time!! hope you enjoyed:) stick around for part 2

read part two here

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[wing-ed-thing]

Treehouse (Shikamaru x Reader)

Word Count: 1,232

Tags/Warnings: Discussion of Death and Loss, Gender Neutral Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, War Casualties, Language, Description of Panic Attack, Mention of Minor Original Character

Notes: I almost cried writing this, it got a little real ngl

You curled up on the platform in the trees somewhere deep in the forest that surrounded Konohagakure. You didn’t know where else to go and took shelter underneath the roof of your old, childhood treehouse. Leaves littered the floor and the wood underneath you had been permanently stained by water. You didn’t think anyone still came by to maintain your old playspace. Papers and brushes still poked out of long forgotten drawers. A few fake kunai were still lodged in the cheap wooden dartboard by the window. Standing, your head barely cleared the top boards, undeniably larger than the last time you were there. And yet, as you sat sobbing in the corner, feeling the smallest you had ever felt.

A hyperaware part of you felt Shikamaru’s chakra signature as he landed on the patio just outside the wooden windowsill. Of course, out of all the people in the village, he would know where to find you. His vague shadow flickered across your closed eyelids, the sun rising at his back. You heard a dull thud, making you startle just the slightest bit.

“Fuck…” you heard him mutter, something that would have made you laugh in any other circumstance. The dead leaves rustled around him as Shikamaru took his spot next to you, his shoulder touching yours. You remained buried in your knees and arms wrapped around yourself. Shikamaru stared at the back of your head for a few moments before leaning back against the wooden wall, arms crossed. “Do you want to talk about it?” He crossed his arms over his chest, his uniform still on from the morning’s expedition just like you. You shook your head.

“I fucked up, Shika,” you hardly managed to croak out. Shikamaru let out a deep sigh that bubbled in his throat and simmered out through his nose.

“You didn’t.” Sympathy had never been a strong tool in his wheelhouse and he restrained a certain amount of hardness in his voice. But more than anyone, he understood. “I’m not just blowing smoke. I don’t want you to tear yourself up over this because you did the best that you could.” You continued to shake, stuttering your response as pure emotion flooded your brain.

“Shi-ka…” you stammered, trying to find your words as you raised your head towards him. But the moment you saw his concerned face, you broke down. Shikamaru caught your retreating limbs before you had an opportunity to close up on yourself again, positioning himself in the middle of your chaos as you began to scream and sob into his shoulder. He held you, nearly collapsed across him, with his hands at the back of your neck. “My b-best k-k-killed people!” Shikamaru took your shoulders gently in his hands, attempting to move you to look at you, but you refused to budge. He returned back to holding you.

“Hey, no, no, no that’s not true!” Shikamaru hushed you in a gentle voice. Your hands balled tighter in the mesh of his shirt, his skin now becoming dampened by your tears through the fabric. You looked like you were in so much pain and despite having experienced exactly what you were going through, Shikamaru had to admit that he didn’t have all the answers this time. He took a breath, attempting to gather himself. “No one could have seen it coming. You took charge as, as, uh, a leader and you did the best that any leader could in a horrible situation.” He wasn’t used to sounding so optimistic.

“You didn’t see them at the hospital. T-Tamaki just had a, a son一!”

“And Tamaki knew what he was getting into.” You cursed to yourself, breaking away from Shikamaru to wipe the tears and mucus away from your face. You sniffled to yourself, teetering between grief and frustration. Shikamaru gathered up your hands in his as he took a sharp breath in. “Hey, I want you to look at me,” he said, voice ever-commanding and you met his eyes with your puffy ones. “You know I don’t ever bullshit you, right?” Even if he didn’t have all the answers, he could look like he did for your sake. You shook your head, causing Shikamaru to raise an eyebrow. “What was that?”

“No, you don’t bullshit me,” you gulped, taking another sniff.

“That’s right, so I’m going to be real with you, okay?” He brushed against the back of your hands with his thumb. He caught your eye. “Okay?” You nodded.

“Okay.”

“You know why Lady Fifth chose you to lead this expedition?” A few more tears dribbled down your cheek and Shikamaru brushed them away.

“No, why?” you asked, voice as small as you felt.

“Because you’re a great leader.” You opened your mouth to speak, to retort him, but closed it at Shikamaru’s pointed stare. “You had a great plan and a great team to back you up. Usually一” He huffed. 一 “When a newbie runs a mission like this, there’s usually a lot of fuck ups.”

“Wow, thanks, Shika.” You cracked a smile and Shikamaru rolled his eyes in mock annoyance. He gave your palm a light squeeze and your squeezed back, tracing the veins in the back of his hand.

“But you didn’t have any. Fuck, if you would jsut let me finish my sentences…” The corners of his mouth turned upwards as he looked away. His bittersweet smile melted. “I know you. You did all that you could. You were up strategizing all night, I know you were. So I’m telling you, no shinobi, no matter how experienced, could predict an attack like that. This wasn’t anything that you could control. You did the best you could with what you were given.”

“So many good people lost their lives under my command…” you lamented, though quieter, more tears coming to sting away at your sinuses. Shikamaru gently bumped two fingers at the bottom of your chin and you looked back up at him and the sincerity in his irises.

“And those good people knew what line of work they signed up for. All of these things happen sometimes and you are not to blame for what you can’t control. And all those other people, who could have been lost that you saved, have you and your leadership to thank for their lives.” You bowed your head under the beams of the rising sun that fluttered in through the window. Birds chirped somewhere outside, signaling the beginning of the day.

“How did you find me here anyway?” you asked. A soft chuckle ripped from Shikamaru’s throat.

“I must’ve found you here every day when we were in the Academy… You’d fall out of this tree every goddamn day trying to一”

一“practicing my chakra control.”

一“practice your chakra control.”

You spoke in unison.

Quiet overtook the treehouse. The sun had fully risen in the sky, serving only as a reminder to how tired you were. The mission left you sleep deprived, the residual trauma only draining you of your little residual energy. Shikamaru followed your gaze to the clouds outside, remembering why he liked this place in his childhood.

“If and when you take another mission like this, somewhere down the line when you’re ready, you know I’ll be there for you. You’re a captain that the Leaf will be lucky to have.”

Another pause.

“Thank you, Shika.”

“Don’t mention it.”

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[hercleverboy]

the waiting room

spencer reid x fem!reader

summary ↠ the three times Y/N waited for spencer, and the one time he waited for her. (based off of this blurb)

category ↠ angst

warnings/includes ↠ mentions of death as a result of potential illness, spencer’s headaches, mri scans, swearing,  indefinite ending. 

word count ↠ 2.9k

dedicating this one to two of the literal loves of my life, @voidsfilm + @ellesgreenaway ♡

“What is stronger than the human heart, which shatters over and over and still lives.” — Rupi Kaur

Spencer had always hated hospitals.

He found it so conflicting, how a place could hold so much hope for life and promise for the future, and yet also hold so much heartbreak and despair and agony.

The strong disinfectant smell wasn’t his favourite thing, either. He hated how the bright lights always irritated his eyes, and how the hallways all just looked the same, so bleak and lifeless.

Most of all, he hated the waiting room. 

The navy-blue carpet that lined the floors, wooden chairs that were always, without fail, extremely uncomfortable to sit in. The way that nurses and doctors would walk past the room, eyes full of pity and sorrow. With his job, he’d seen more waiting rooms than he would’ve liked. He spent more time than he wanted to in hospitals, talking to victims’ families, and even sometimes having to witness them receive such heartbreaking news. On one or two occasions, he’d even had to be the bearer of bad news himself, the one who had to tell expectant family that their loved one was gone. It only added to the list of reasons why he despised hospitals.

Then there was the other side of the coin. He took frequent trips to the hospital, but unfortunately more oftenly as a patient than an FBI agent. He wouldn’t say he was reckless, but he didn’t exactly put much value on his life. Or at least, he never used to. He figured it was because he was the only one on the team without a family to come home to, without people who were dependent on him. And so, if it came down to it, he would willing take off his Kevlar vest and put down his weapon while talking down a gun-wielding unsub. Of course, he’d get the third degree from Hotch later, but he could live with that. And then he met Y/N, and he realised that now he had someone counting on him, someone waiting for him to come back home to them, he couldn’t afford to be so careless in the field.

Though sometimes, despite Spencer’s best attempts, things still went wrong. Y/N had seen the inside of the hospital waiting room more than most, often because she’d get called by one of his team mates to alert her that he’d been injured in the field. And without him ever asking, she’d drop everything to be there for him, even if it was his own stupidity that had landed him in those situations. 

The first time was after he’d been shot in the knee. Y/N had been midway through her workday when she’d received a call from JJ telling her that Spencer had been injured. She knew that it was only a leg wound, that he would be absolutely fine, but that didn’t stop her from being worried. She’d been sat in the waiting room, waiting anxiously for a nurse to come by and update her. 

As soon as she got the all clear to see him, she’d breathed out a sigh of relief and made her way to his room,  catching his attention as soon as she entered.

He gave her a tight-lipped smile, grimacing slightly at the pain shooting through his leg. “Hi.” 

She chuckled at that, moving to stand at his bedside. “Hi baby, how are you feeling?” 

“I’m ok.” He smiled, reaching up to tightly grasp one of her hands in his. “You didn’t have to come all the way down here, you know.” 

“Oh, stop.” She mumbled with a smile. “You know how much I worry about you.” 

He grinned at that, the warm feeling that he always got when he was with her spreading through him. He used the grip he had on her hand to pull her down to him, so his lips could meet hers in a sweet kiss. “Hotch has demanded I take some time off to rest, or whatever.” He murmured against her lips. “So, I’m all yours.” 

“Hmm, and what you mean by that is that you need someone to take care of you at home for a few days?” 

“Well, I did get shot in the leg, you know. Taking down the bad guy...” He gestured to his bandaged-up knee, a pout on his pretty pink lips. 

She let out a laugh at that, amused. “Alright, Superman. Let’s get you home, shall we?” 

The next time Y/N found herself in the hospital waiting room was a year later, when Spencer had been suffering from painful, unexplainable headaches. 

Initially, Spencer hadn’t wanted her to attend his MRI scan appointment, but it didn’t take much convincing for her to assure him that she wanted to be there for him. He’d held her hand in a vice-like grip on the drive to the hospital, only letting go when the nurse called his name to tell him they were ready for him. She’d kissed the back of his hand before he’d left, a whispered promise leaving her lips before he went, “I’ll be right here waiting.”

She looked around the empty waiting room, took note of its greying walls and stained carpet, and how awfully uncomfortable the chairs were. She thought of anything and everything that could distract her from the way she was feeling at that moment- knowing how scared her boyfriend was that there was something was wrong with him. 

Spencer came back to the waiting room an hour later, both relieved to see that his girl was indeed still waiting for him but frustrated with what little the doctor had told him. 

“Hey!” Y/N sat up straighter, putting on a smile for the sake of her boyfriend. “How’d it go?” 

Spencer just shook his head. “He says there’s nothing physically wrong with me. He suggested I should consider that it’s something more mental, but he’s wrong- he’s wrong, Y/N.” He sat down in the chair next to her, seeking comfort in her arms as he whimpered into the crook of her neck. “I’m not- I’m not crazy, am I?” 

And the truth was, she didn’t know. She was so afraid for him, worried that he was sick, dying, perhaps of something that the doctors hadn’t detected yet. It terrified her. Her hands ran up and down the expanse of his back, attempting to soothe his weeps the best that she could. Spencer grabbed fistfuls of the back of her shirt and breathed in the scent of her hair as deeply as he could to try and ground himself.

“I’m scared, Y/N.” 

That broke her heart to hear, but all she could do was nod in understanding, hoping her words would offer him some form of comfort. “I know, I know. We’ll figure this out, ok? Everything is going to be alright.” 

The next time Y/N inside of a waiting room was on what she could only refer to as the worst night of her life.

There were no words that could encompass the plethora of emotions she went through when she’d received a phone call from JJ, “Spencer has been shot. It’s- It’s pretty bad, Y/N. You need to come quickly.” 

When she got to the waiting room, she saw JJ and Alex sat opposite one another, a worry that made Y/N’s stomach sink on both their faces. She hurried towards them, tears blurring her vision. “Have you had any updates? Is he ok?” 

JJ looked up, shaking her head sadly. 

“What happened?” Y/N asked, her voice wavering. 

“He got shot in the neck. He pushed me out of the way.” Alex sighed, as though she was still in disbelief that he’d done that to save her. 

Y/N stared ahead in shock, dropping down into the seat beside Alex. Of course, of course, Spencer would risk his life to protect Alex. Y/N knew how fond he was of his colleague, how he idolised her, saw her as a sort of mother figure, even. 

Eventually JJ got called back to work, with Alex insisting that she’d stay with Y/N and wait for Spencer to wake. 

Y/N was so sick and fucking tired of the waiting room. Before, she hadn’t minded it, it had even bought a sense of comfort to her- because she was in a hospital, where they saved lives. But now? The familiar walls and dull navy-blue carpet made her feel nauseous. Not knowing whether her boyfriend was going to live or die was incomparable to any other time she’d found herself waiting in the same four walls. She was feeling everything and nothing all at once, she wanted to cry and scream, curse the universe for once again hurting a man that had done nothing in his life but protect others. Hell, part of her even wanted to laugh- laugh at the absurdity of the situation. If he died, - god, if he died - the world would’ve robbed him of a lifetime with her, the chance to live the life that he deserved.

She barely registered that Alex had left her side to bring her a coffee until she sat back down beside her. Y/N looked over at her, giving her a small smile as she gratefully accepted the coffee. 

Y/N brought the cup to her lips, relishing in how the hot liquid brought her a sense of warmth, and she wondered if she’d ever feel Spencer’s warmth again. She sucked in a shaky breath, speaking the first words she’d said in all the hours they’d been waiting. “You know he wants kids?” 

Alex looked over at her, sad smile tugging at her lips. “I do.” 

Y/N nodded, sniffing. “He’d be a phenomenal father.” 

“He would.” 

Y/N let out a small cry, trying desperately to hold herself together. “What if I never get the chance to give him that, Alex?” She cried, body finally giving in to the painful ache that consumed her entire being. 

Alex placed an arm around her, allowing the younger woman to lean on her shoulder for support. “You’ll get the chance. Spencer is strong, he’ll pull through.”

And sure enough, Alex had been right. When Y/N had been told he was awake, she couldn’t describe the relief that flooded her. After meeting Penelope in the hallway and being given a much-needed hug, she took a few deep breaths before walking into Spencer’s room. When her eyes landed on him, she felt the tears start to well again. She had to remind herself that despite the bandage on his neck and the numerous machines hooked up to him, he was there, and he was alive. 

She came towards him with the best smile she could muster, and he looked up at her with a drowsy smile.

“Hi.” She whispered, standing beside his bed. 

He grinned up at her, reaching out for her hand just like he always did. “Hi.” 

She squeezed his hand gently, reminding herself again that he was ok, though she couldn’t prevent the tears that began to tremble down her cheeks. 

Spencer’s heart throbbed at the sight, and he allowed himself to imagine the pain she must’ve been through, having to wait for hours to see if he was alive. He wouldn’t wish that on anyone, especially not the woman he loved more than anything else. “It’s alright, sweet girl. I’m alright.” He promised, wishing more than anything that he could pull her into his arms and soothe her, though the pain in his neck prevented him from doing so. 

“I could’ve lost you.” She whimpered, her other hand coming out to delicately trace the side of his face. 

“I’m right here.” He gave her hand three squeezes just to emphasise his point. 

She leaned forward, pressing a light kiss to his forehead. “You can’t ever scare me like that again.” 

Spencer chuckled lowly, nodding. “Yes ma’am.” 

“Promise me?” 

And though it was a promise they both knew he couldn’t keep, he granted her the reassurance that she craved. 

“I promise.” 

Y/N knew that wasn’t the last time she’d be sat in the waiting room, scared and anxious and hoping that the love of her life was ok. She knew there would always be a ‘next time’, no matter how many self-serving promises she asked Spencer to make. What she didn’t plan for, was that the next time she saw the inside of a hospital, it would be her fighting for her life. 

It had been a slow day at work for Spencer, with him managing to complete a majority of his withstanding paperwork. He sat at his desk, focused on how he twirled his pen between his fingertips, willing the clock to move faster so he could go back home when his phone rang, Y/N’s name flashing across the screen. 

He answered eagerly, though all eagerness was wiped away when it wasn’t her voice on the other end of the line. 

“Hi there, I’m looking for a Dr Spencer Reid?” 

Spencer’s mind raced, and he swallowed thickly before squeaking out an answer. “That’s me.” 

“I’m calling on behalf of Y/N Y/L/N, you’re registered as her emergency contact.” 

“Is she ok?” He croaked out, begging and pleading internally that all the worst-case scenario’s running through his head wouldn’t come to fruition. 

“She was involved in a severe road collision. You’re going to want to come down here-”

Everything past that was drowned out by the sound of Spencer’s heart beating quicker, so loudly he could hear it. He hung up, gathering his things together as quickly as he could and rushing toward the doors of the bullpen- running directly into one Derek Morgan. 

“Woah, easy there, kid. You got somewhere to be?” He joked at first, but erased all hints of a smile from his face when he saw the tears filling the younger man’s eyes. “What’s going on? Talk to me.” 

Spencer couldn’t form a sentence, only managing to splutter out a few barely strung together words. “It’s Y/N, she’s- she’s been in an a-accident and I need, I have to get to her.” 

Morgan’s eyes widened, nodding in understanding. “Alright, ok. You’re in no condition to be driving, let me take you.” 

Spencer wasn’t about to argue, already making his way toward the elevator. 

*

Spencer had always hated hospitals. 

But he’d also decided that he really fucking hated the waiting room. 

The doctors didn’t have any updates for him, no matter how many times he asked. So, he’d been forced to sit in that damned room and wait. 

He thought of how cruel the concept of the waiting room was. Waiting for either good or bad news, waiting to hear the words that would either fill him with relief or dread, signify the start of his life or the end. How cruel was it that people had to sit and wait, with the weight of the world on their shoulders and just hope their loved one was ok? 

With the first hour brought Spencer’s upset, tears trembling down rosy cheeks and whimpered words of disbelief that he could lose the woman he loved. He’d sat in the uncomfortable blue chair with his head in his hands as sobs wrecked through his body, with Morgan sat next to him, a comforting hand on his shoulder. 

The second hour brought with it a slither of hope, as a doctor came out to update them. Though it wasn’t good nor bad news, just that Y/N was still in surgery and was expected to be so for the next few hours. Spencer had again buried his head in his hands, his thoughts racing. The rest of the team arrived, joining the sombre atmosphere of the waiting room. 

The third hour saw Spencer grow agitated, angry with himself for not being with her, for not protecting her, despite how many times the team attempted to reassure him that there was nothing he could’ve done differently. They brought him cups of coffee with gentle reassurances, empty promises that Y/N would be fine, that she would pull through, but how could they possibly know that? 

In the fourth hour, Spencer sat staring blankly at the wall. He reminded himself of the future he’d dreamt of time and time again, and how he couldn’t imagine himself having that life with anyone else but her. He recalled the location of the velvet purple box he’d bought just a few months prior, hidden amongst pairs of his mismatched socks in the second drawer of his nightstand. What if he never got the chance to propose? To give her the life that he’d promised her time and time again when it was 3am and he was holding the love his life as close to his chest as he could get her. After all he’d done, the years of his life he’d given to helping to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves, this was the thanks he got? What a sick twist of fate that was. 

By the fifth hour, he was exhausted. His eyes drooped but he fought to keep them open, choosing to ignore the pitiful looks JJ shot him when she saw him fighting sleep. He would wait for her, just like all the times she had waited for him. He recognised how the way that he felt must’ve been how Y/N had felt after he’d been shot the year before, and the thought almost made him sick. He ran over all the possible outcomes in his head, allowing his eyes to close for a single moment as he mentally calculated the statistical probabilities of each outcome. He despised how helpless he felt. For a man whose job was to help others in need, he’d never been a position before where he didn’t have the answer, where he couldn’t come up with a solution. His heart ached as the realisation that he could very well lose her settled over him, the statistic he’d calculated of her survival being a number that was way too low for Spencer’s liking. 

For the moment, he had no choice but to wait. 

It was all he could do. 

*

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[1kook]

skirt chasers - drabble iii

this a skirt chasers drabble in case u couldn't tell uhhh here’s i and ii lol

summary; “I think the alcohol broke my amygdala. Your epidermis looks pretty today— did you use that toner I told you about?” warnings; alcohol mention, tit sucking, unprotected sex, use of the pull out method, uhh making out??? ratings; mature (18+) misc; educational abolitionist!jungkook, drunk jk, mentions of throwing up lol, jk is an anatomy frEAK, more skirts, more jk has questionable kinks wc; like barely 2k

notes; i wrote this in like 40 mins bc i couldn't stop thinking about STIMBO jk from skirt chasers and how cool he is enjoy xxxx also i barely rmr shit from anatomy bc it was the worst course of my life so pls bear with me

His first mistake is getting drinks with the boys. You like to think you know your boyfriend pretty well, know what he’s good at, where he excels, where he thrives, and well. Drinking doesn’t rank too high on the list.

Jimin calls a little past midnight. “Kook’s on the table,” he slurs into the phone, too loud and too sloppy for a Wednesday night phonecall.

“Ha?” you mumble back, rubbing your eyes until you see stars. The room is dark, practically spinning from how out of it you are. Chaeyoung is dead asleep in her room, so even whispering feels like a crime. “Where are you guys?”

Some bar on the south side of town, that strip where all the newly turned twenty-one year olds go to get wasted. Jungkook’s supposed to be studying for some big exam he has on Friday— at least, that’s what he told you —so it takes a few minutes of convincing on Jimin’s part until you’re shrugging your coat on, blindly navigating through your apartment for your keys and wallet. You briefly consider taking an Uber, but ultimately decide you’d rather get stabbed to death on a public bus so at least your family can sue the city afterwards.

Jungkook is indeed on the table, except the table has long since tipped over. So now he’s just sprawled across some dirty bar floor, puppy-soft head of curls spilling over his forehead. He’s so cute, so adorable. You want to kill him. “Up,” you command, channeling the strength of twelve football players to haul your beefy boyfriend off the ground.

“Baby,” he beams, looking at you but not actually looking at you. “I think the alcohol broke my amygdala. Your epidermis looks pretty today— did you use that toner I told you about?”

You don’t even know what that means, can’t even question him, because then Jin is angrily yelling at you to cover his tab. You pay with a stiff middle finger, flail the three dollars in your wallet at him, before sweeping away your poor damsel in distress. “You’re supposed to be studying,” you huff, can’t even be mad when he stops to throw up in a bush outside the bar. You’re so embarrassed, pretend you don’t know him as you pull up the bus times on your phone.

He’s huffy by the time you get on the bus, sniffling against your neck as he cries about his common hepatic portal vein thing— you don’t fucking know.

Chaeyoung isn’t too impressed with you when you bring him home, dump him on the couch while she steals your AirPods from your room. “Explain yourself,” you demand, and his head rolls back.

“I hate school,” he complains, slaps a hand down against his forehead. You’re certain he’s concussed himself this time. Then he’s bending over, head held between his hands. “Wanna cry.”

You sigh, kneeling in front of him. “You’re almost done,” you comfort him, hand on the back of his head. He’s so sweaty, and smells like all his friends colognes at the same time. “You’re smart, baby, you can do this.”

Your words have the opposite effect, because then he’s rocking forward childishly, nearly rams your skulls together and kills you. He’s reached the point of his insobriety where he’s too sad and huffy to think, sadly leaning against your shoulder as if that’ll somehow solve all his problems. You doubt it will, but there’s really nothing much you can when Jungkook reaches this point, so you settle on softly patting the back of his head until the fool is fucking snoring against you.

Chaeyoung blesses you with her divine retribution the next morning by using up the last of your body wash, and then you’re left to deal with a hungover Jungkook on a Thursday morning. You’re pretty sure he had a class that morning, but he wakes up too late for you to even try to convince him to still go, and then he’s moping on your couch in last night’s clothes. You’re getting ready for your internship, blouse half buttoned, pencil skirt wiggled up to your waist.

“Abolish exams,” he mutters, numbly staring at the ceiling as you wipe his face with a cleansing towelette. He doesn’t seem remotely interested in the shower or the pancakes you made, which lets you know this is a much more serious issue than just a drunken episode. “Aren’t they stupid?” You nod. “Sure, test me on every damn thing we’re learning right now as if science isn’t always changing and I’ll have to keep learning anyway.”

He looks over at you, under-eye bags absolutely horrendous. “Tests are stupid,” you agree, and it seems to be exactly what he wants to hear as he sinks into your arms, face buried in your chest. “Too stupid for smarty-pants Jeon Jungkook.”

Jungkook groans, flops over you on the couch all smelly and gross. “They test you for memorization and not comprehension,” he adds, finally wiggling out of his stinky clothes.

With Jungkook, you can never tell where things are going. One minute he’s cursing the education system and the next he’s kissing along your neck in his rambling fury. “As if I these materials will somehow become nonexistent once I’m working,” he huffs, hands on your thighs. Your breath hitches in your throat, fingers digging into his biceps as he mindlessly kisses down the valley between your breasts. “Shit’s so fucking stupid,” he spits, bunching your skirt around your waist.

“Jeon—“

“I’m just trying to be a fuckin’ pediatrician, for fuck’s sake,” he growls, hastily undoes the front buttons on your blouse. Your black bra comes into view, heart pounding in your chest as Jungkook makes quick work of reaching behind and undoing it, pushing it away, and cupping your breasts in his palms. He guides one of your legs around his waist, tucks it around him as he gets to work raining down kisses on your tits. “So pretty, doll,” he murmurs, pretty pink lips leaving smooches down your chest.

You bite down on your lip, watch through hazy eyes as those big doe eyes flick up at you, tongue swirling around your nipple. “N— Not tired anymore?” you pant, hands in his hair. It’s still dry and knotted from last night’s adventures, but you don’t mind. Not when Jungkook’s hard cock is flush against your thigh.

“Nah,” he confirms, rolling his hips forward against your core. Oh he was horny horny this morning. Or was he angry horny? You don’t care, either way you were winning. “I serenaded you last night, y’know?”

You snort, but it morphs into a whimper when he captures your rock hard nipple between his perfect teeth. “Not a serenade,” you whimper, fingernails running along his scalp, “if I’m not there.”

Jungkook leans back, lets you breathe for a second as he unbuckles the front of his pants, jeans pulled down around his thighs. And of course he’s hard as fuck by now; this was Jeon Jungkook you were dealing with. He could get it up and going in two seconds flat at the mere sight of your collarbones. “You were there,” he insists, capturing your hand in his all romantic like until you’re flustered and shaking him off. He levels you with a cheesy grin, presses your palm against his chest. “Here.”

You gag. “That’s disgusting.”

Jungkook laughs, all squeaky and airy because he’s never given a fuck about looking cool in front of you. His next words only prove your point. “Why? Don’t like being nestled against my left lung and esophagus, all sexy like?”

You roll your eyes, tug your panties aside to give him a full view of what his dorky anatomical talk has done to you. “Dick me down or go away,” you say, pointer finger nudging his chin up when he stares too long

He snaps his teeth at you, almost bites your finger, the fuckin’ weirdo. “Sassy today,” he teases, presses the tip of his cock against you. Both of you groan, watch as he glides himself up and down your folds, angry mushroom head pushing against your clit. “Always so wet for me,” he mumbles shakily, eyes zeroed in on your wet folds and how slick they feel against him. “Didn’t stretch you out again.”

“Yo— You’re mean about that anyway,” you pant, pulling him closer by those firm ass cheeks of his. “I can tell when you’re using me as a reference model.”

Jungkook gasps as if he’s genuinely scandalized by your claim, follows your wordless command and finally lines himself up with your quivering entrance. “I’m a hands-on learner,” he offers, his cheeky smile still on his face until he finally sinks into you and his features twist up all pretty. “Your pussy’s just so pretty, baby,” he grunts, hand on your hip.

Your face feels warm, from the pleasure that rolls over your body and the vulgarity of his words. “Shush now,” you say, try to sound strict and in command, but he’s got his other hand cupping your jaw, looking at you like you’re a goddess and not some dorky college student in their even dorkier internship uniform.

“Temptress,” he mumbles, pushes past your clenching lips until he’s flush against you, your walls spasming around his cock because he just feels so good. “Tried to sneak past me in that tiny skirt.” He draws back, lets his swollen head catch at the entrance before sliding back in, pace slow and sensual, too intimate for some random Thursday morning. “Little doll just needs to be fucked in the morning, doesn’t she?” A pitiful whimper catches in your throat, eyes rolling to the back of your head with every glide of his dick back inside of you.

“N- Not my fault you have naughty eyes,” you whimper, hand coming up to bite at your knuckles as Jungkook continues to fuck you so sweetly. “Fuck.”

Jungkook ducks over you, wavy hair tickling your forehead as his hot breath fans across you. Smells like the mouthwash you made him take and hints of last night’s alcohol. “Can’t help it,” he husks, capturing your lips in his. Sloppy and wet, tongue clashing with yours as he guides you along, hips slowing to rhythmic ruts that have you moaning after each roll.

A few drawn-out thrusts later and you’re coming, body so sensitive this early in the morning, and it certainly doesn’t help that Jungkook looks like that (sweaty and worn, dark eyes watching you writhe beneath him). Surprisingly, it takes him a few more rushed thrusts before he follows, barely managing to pull out in time before his sparkling cum is splattering over your tummy and the skirt bunched around it. “No,” you whine, melting into the couch. “Jeon, this is my only one,” you complain, rubbing a hand over your eyes as if that’ll somehow make your legs work again enough to push him off.

Jungkook says nothing as he tucks himself back into his boxers, chest heaving from exertion as he crashes back onto the couch. “Liar,” he responds after a moment, out of breath and half asleep again. He’s still technically hungover. Hand lazily drawing circles on your knee as you sit up, wiggling your skirt back down. He gives you this indecipherable look. “I hid the other one under your dresser.”

You smack his arm. “Why the hell would you—“

He tackles you back into the couch, presses the stain into your skirt. It must feel gross against his naked tummy, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to care. “Makes me too horny,” he announces, pout pressed against your neck. “I had a teacher fantasy the other day. Did I tell you?” You roll your eyes, resigning yourself to this new life squashed beneath your boyfriend. “You were my high school anatomy teacher and I failed, so you made me stay after school for supplemental lessons—“

“That’s an abuse of power,” you point out, back to carding your hands through his now sweaty and greasy hair. “And you would never fail an anatomy class, that’s literally your comfort area of study.”

“Listen,” he stresses, lifts his head until he’s peering at you with these humongous Bambi eyes. “You spanked me and—“

“Go get my skirt.”

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[kevindayisafrog]

What if Neil never made it home? (Kevneil pain)

TW - physical abuse (choking), panic attacks, hints of suicidal thoughts, grief and loss of a MC, anxiety

“Where is he?”, Andrew’s monotone voice chilled Kevin all over, making his already rapid heart beat faster. “I-I don’t-“, Kevin put his head in his hands and let out a shaky breath. He didn’t know where Neil was and he was dreading the worst. He was holding his hand just minutes ago but the fight broke out and..Kevin let out a strangled sound and squeezed his eyes shut. “Andrew-“, Nicky’s fear made him look up in time to see Andrew marching towards him up the aisle of the bus. “Andrew, I promise I don’t know where he is”, Kevin pleaded as Andrew ran into him and grabbed his throat, “Andrew, please, I don’t-“. He let out a choked whimper as Andrew’s hands grew tighter around his neck. A million tortured moments of Riko flashed behind his shut eyes making Kevin want to disappear; run away from this place to find his Neil. “Andrew”, he tried to whisper, the name barely coming out. “Where the fuck is he?”, Andrew’s voice barely changed, his deadpan face still remaining; boring into Kevin’s memory. “His father-the butcher-“, he knew Neil would hate him for telling everyone his past, but if it would get Andrew off him, he’ll try anything. As soon as Andrew lets go he can run; he’d run faster than he ever has, until his legs break beneath him. He won’t care about the pain, he’s lived through pain his whole life, what’s a bit more? If it helps him get Neil back he’ll walk through fire, he’ll go back to the nest, he’ll kiss Riko’s feet and smile as he slowly dies. “Baltimore-the butcher of Baltimore”, Kevin closed his eyes and let a tear fall out. Who cares if the foxes see him cry? He doesn’t give a shit. They mean nothing to him. “Andrew get off him”, Matt looked between the two and wrapped his arms around Andrew’s waist, pulling to no avail, “fuck”. Kevin looked up into Andrew’s empty eyes through his blurring vision and prepared for the pain he’ll get before whispering: “please, Andrew, I can’t lose him”. Andrew’s hands grew tighter than before, making Kevin let out a laugh fueled on pain and fear. He looked over Andrew’s shoulder fleetingly as Matt, Aaron, Nicky and Coach finally pulled Andrew off; his throat bursting with a numb pain. “Kevin, sweetheart”, Abby kneeled beside him and pulled his head gently onto her lap, “if you know about Neil’s past we need you to tell us now. It’s important”. Kevin closed his eyes and swallowed through the burn in his throat, silently apologizing to Neil for his truth. “His father..is the butcher of Baltimore. He just got out-“, he pressed a hand against his mottled throat and swallowed the taste of blood, “out of prison. We need to save him”. Nicky let out an inhaled ‘fuck’ as Matt got ready to hit Kevin. “For fuck’s sake, Kevin, why didn’t you tell us before? Is that why he was scared of his own shadow? Because he was fucking running away?”, Wymack ran a hand down his face and swore. Kevin nodded and cleared his throat, “yeah, he ran away with his mom when he was eleven. But she died and..”, he shrugged and let out a pained sigh as Abby began to rub lotion onto his bruising neck. “Fucking great”, Wymack turned his back to the team and shook his head before turning to glare down at Kevin, “you should’ve told us sooner, Day. What if something has gone wrong and we’re too fucking late?” Kevin winced at his words and slowly closed his eyes; he’s been blamed for a lot of shit in his life, but Neil’s possible death stabs deeper than anything before. “I’m sorry”, he whispered, desperate for someone to believe him. “That’s not good enough right now. Everyone get in your seats”, Wymack barked as he strode to the front of the bus and sat down with a loud sigh. Kevin stood up slowly and sank into his seat, watching out of the window as his fear and anxiety choked him once again.

Kevin sunk into the corner of the hotel room and dropped his head into his hands; his left hand red raw from his anxious picking. He didn’t want to stay in this room, he didn’t care if the FBI forced them to, he needed to get out. They reassured him that Neil would be okay, but he didn’t believe them. Kevin flinched as a hand was placed on his shoulder, a gentle squeeze making him want to crawl out of his skin. “He’s going to be okay”, Abby smiled down at him and placed a gentle kiss on his temple, “I know what he means to you”. Kevin blinked up at her and tried to hold his anxious tears in; he didn’t want anyone to know what Neil meant to him. Neil was his and he was going to protect him until the day he dropped dead. “Fuck’s sake”, Wymack grumbled as a loud knock startled everyone up onto their feet. They all stood in silence as their Coach opened the door cautiously and grunted when two FBI agents walked through the door with annoyed facial expressions. “I’m Special Agent Browning and this”, the smug suited man gestured to the taller man beside him, “is my partner Special Agent Towns. We are working on the Baltimore case and can officially announce that the butcher has been executed”. He said it so proudly, so smugly that Kevin wanted to rip the man’s face off with his bare fucking hands. “But this information is not to leave this room, do you understand?”, Towns glared at each face before nodding and pulling a notebook out of his jacket pocket, “we would like some information on Nathaniel Wesninksi, the butcher’s son”. Nathaniel. That name alone brought too many bad memories up that Kevin wanted to scream. He wanted to scream that his name is Neil, he hated that name and he ran so far away to forget it; but now they’re pinning him back down with it. “His-his name is Neil”, Kevin spoke up and felt everyone’s eyes turn to him, “and I want to know where he is”. He tried to stay formal and authoritative but his voice cracked in fear. Both agents shared a small look, a silent conversation being spoken right in front of their faces, before Browning nodded and turned to face the room. “We are sorry to say that Nathaniel did not make it. Our condolences”. Kevin felt the air leave his lungs as if he’d been shot a million times in the chest. “What?”, he whispered as the Foxes turned to shoot him death glares. “For fuck’s sake, Kevin. You should’ve told us”, Matt spat as Dan physically held him back from killing Kevin. “I didn’t-he didn’t want me to, I was just-“, Kevin took a step back in instinctive fear as the Foxes began to shout over each other, each word ripping deep into Kevin’s skin that they began to merge together into a numbing ring in his ears. “He’s okay, they’re just-“, Kevin gripped his chest with his left hand and replayed all his memories with Neil, “they’re lying. He’s okay”. Browning shook his head and sighed, “I’m sorry, kid, but his father got to him before we could infiltrate the building”. Kevin fell to his knees and covered his ears, his lungs bursting in his chest. “No, he’s okay, he’s okay”, he whispered hoarsely, bile slowly creeping up his bruised throat. His ears began to ring with shouts and cries as he watched his Neil slip away behind his eyelids, the blue eyes that he fell in love with slowly closing shut to never open again.

“He’s okay”, Kevin whispered as his body began to shake, painful sobs ripping through his chest, “he’s okay”. He replayed every interaction with Neil, his body still humming with his touches, his cheeks still blushing from the soft kisses. “He’s okay, you’re lying”, he whispered though it came out barely audible, his throat burning with the bile. He felt like he was dying and he was leaning into it; hoping that this will finally be the moment where he’ll die and won’t have to live without Neil. The boy that he fell in love with the moment he saw him swagger onto the court when they were eleven. The boy that mouthed off to the press, to Riko, but would kiss him so gently; would hold him with such tenderness that it would sometimes make him want to cry. His reason to fight back who has lost the battle; who proved that life would never get better, at least not for them. He let out a wail as he felt his lungs collapse, his body shaking so much that he felt as if he were leaving it; finally being freed. “Kevin”, a blurry voice broke through the deafening ring in his ears, a voice so soft that it made his heart break more, “Kevin, sweetheart, give me your hand”. He opened his eyes slowly and blinked through the tears, his head swimming with his fight or flight reflexes. He wanted to do neither; he wanted to disappear. “Give me your hand”, Abby gently took ahold of his hand and placed it against her neck, “feel my pulse, can you feel it?” It took too much energy for Kevin to nod so he squeezed his eyes shut instead. “Good, now match my breathing, I know it’s hard but you can do it”, Abby began breathing too loudly for Kevin’s ears and he just wanted to push her away, but he tried anyway; she always makes him want to try. “Good, that great, you’re doing so well”, Abby whispered through breaths, a sad smile in her voice. “I don’t want to do it”, Kevin whispered as he felt his chest sag in defeat. “No, you’re doing great, I’m so proud”, Abby cupped his face and wiped away the tears that were infinite. Kevin shook his head and dropped his head on her shoulder, opening his eyes to watch as the other Foxes had turned their backs on him. Neil was the only one that made him want to stay here, so why did he let him go? All he had to do was hold a little tighter, but Kevin always let good things slip through his fingers, “I’m sorry”, he whispered though no one heard him.

Kevin strode onto the Ravens court with his head held and with a victory already in his grasp. “For you”, he whispered to the sky before tapping the butt of his racquet against the floor and changing hands, “you gave me your game and I won’t let you down”.

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[yandere-daydreams]

Kinktober - Day Twenty-Eight

Prompt: Size Kink

Pairing: Malleus/Reader (Twisted Wonderland)

TW: Dub-Con, AFAB!Reader, Revoked Consent, Implied Double Penetration, Mentions of Blood, Mention of Death, and Non-Graphic Violence.

Malleus Draconia, Prince of the Fae, heir to the throne of the Valley of Thorns, was exactly two-hundred and two centimeters tall. Six and a half feet, seventy-nine inches - eighty, if you rounded up. And, for the sake of argument, you were.

Two-hundred centimeters tall, with the horns.

You… were not two-hundred centimeters tall, and you didn’t have horns.

You didn’t usually mind. He was taller than you, sure, but he was taller than most, and if his height wasn’t enough to make his company seem small, his scoff and his cold stare and his condescending, patronizing, oh-so-superior demeanor would be. Not to imply you didn’t like Malleus, you loved him, but he had a way of eclipsing you, making you into something… lesser, than you really were. It was more apparent than it usually was, like this, his hair disheveled and his chest nearly touching yours and your head tilted back, eyes cast upward in a vain attempt to see his face, but there was little comfort in the indulgence, in the intimacy of being nestled in your boyfriend’s lap as he smiled lovingly, adoring you as he would any treasure. It was reassuring. You wanted to be reassured, and you wanted to let Malleus make you feel safe, and yet, just being so close to him was nerve-racking. You couldn’t help it, anyone would be intimidated. You had a right to be, honestly.

It was bad enough that he was so big, but you could handle that. Or, you thought you’d be able to, at least.

You just didn’t understand why their had to be two of them.

Luckily, he seemed to sense your discomfort, your anxiety. Despite being able to feel his cock-- no, cocks, one pressed against his stomach and the other caught in his fist, Malleus pumping lazily as you lifted yourself onto your knees, he was quick to cup your cheek with his unoccupied hand, pressing a light kiss into the top of your head, his lips lingering against your scalp as he spoke. “Is something wrong, my love?” The question was asked softly, sweetly. You wanted to melt into it, and you tried your best to, burying your face in the crook of his neck and attempting to ignore your trepidation. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were scared of me.”

You were, but you couldn’t admit that. All night, he’d been so patient, spending hours stretching you open with his fingers and his tongue and making you cum until the oversensitivity was almost too much to take, until you were dripping onto him from just the hint of contact - it was the least you could do to give him what he’d worked so hard for. “It’s nothing, I just….” You tried to sound cautious, as you explained yourself, but it came out wavering, meek. As faltering as your faith that he wouldn’t split you open and break you, in the process. “I didn’t think it’d be so…”

There was a breathy chuckle, a smirk soon pressed against your skin. You couldn’t see his expression, but you knew him well enough to picture exactly what kind of face he was making, and it did little to soothe your embarrassment. “You didn’t think it’d be so big?”

Rotten prince. Arrogant bastard. You could’ve slapped him, you could’ve grabbed your clothes and left him, aching and unsatisfied, for the tone he’d used alone, but any rebuttal you might’ve had hitched in your throat as his hand dropped to your waist, palm pressing into your hip as he guided you downward, onto him, your slick cunt struggling to take so much as the head of his cock. Something between a moan and a whine forced its way out of your throat before you could stifle it, but that was all you could communicate before your jaw locked involuntarily, your knees shaking and your whole body curling towards him, curling away from him, clinging to Malleus in an attempt to escape the awful, abrupt searing and fall into the hot bliss of being so full, of knowing that you’d barely taken half of him and were already struggling, of thinking that maybe, maybe if you’d had the will to move on your own, you would’ve been able to trace the shape of his cock bulging out of your stomach. It felt good. It felt good, and it felt terrible, and if you loved Malleus any less, you thought you might be able to hate him for it.

On his part, there was another airy chuckle, one that faded into a low groan as you clenched around him. “See? My favorite human’s a resilient one.” His voice was shaking, now, but only barely, the slight tremble hardly noticeable under your pulse and your own heavy breathing. His grip tightened, fingertips digging into your side, but you couldn’t say you were much better, your nails burrowed into his shoulders, close to breaking the skin, if he’d been any weaker. “So good to me… so fucking tight. It feels like I could just--”

Again, his grip tightened, his other hand coming to steady your shaking form. For a moment, the gentle nudges you were comforting. For a moment, they stayed comforting, and for a brief, precious moment, you thought you might, actually, really enjoy this.

Then, he stopped pushing and started shoving, and any hope you had dissolved in the blink of an eye.

It hurt. More than anything, it hurt, his cock pounding into your cervix as your hips were forced to slot against his, your small moans turning to ragged sobs in less than an instant. There was a spark of pleasure, an undeniable heavenly pressure, but those were quick to fade, fleeting, and the tension was still there, the awkward twitching and the sudden notion that you were going to die, and Malleus was going to be the one to do it. 

That was what it felt like, honestly. You hadn’t been ready, you hadn’t been prepared, and now, you were going to burst open or start bleeding or shatter, like a plane of glass hit with something solid and heavy and that wouldn’t stop thrusting into it. Malleus didn’t waste time, wrapping an arm around your waist as he held you to his chest, keeping you as close to him as possible while he ground into you, doing so little but making you feel too much. He barely had to move, barely had to buck his hips to abuse that sensitive spot at your core, to make tears cloud your vision and pussy drool every part of you go stiff every time he found something new to rip through. “That’s it,” He muttered, the words whispered, more for him than yourself. “I knew you could take it, knew you could take me. So good, so beautiful, so perfect.”

He was bleeding, now, he had to be, something cold and thick running over your hands as your nails tore thin, jagged lines in his arms, but Malleus didn’t seem to care, didn’t seem to notice. When you whimpered, he only hummed. When you cried out, he cooed, like you were throwing a tantrum. Like you were a pet that needed to be calmed down, before it could be doted on. “Please,” You gasped, when you finally remembered how to. “Please, please stop, I don’t think I can-- I think I’m going to break if you--”

“You’ll be fine.” He didn’t say anymore more, he didn’t have to. In the blink of an eye, the space between one second and another, you were thrown onto your back, the air forced out of your lungs as Malleus thankfully, forgivingly, mercifully pulled  out, drawing back until you could only feel the tip of his cock. You let yourself take a deep breath, the shock fading and relief taking its place, but his voice broke through what little reprieve you’d been able to find. “You’ll be fine, and I’ll take care of it, if you’re not. You’re making me feel good, and that’s what you want, right? To make you lover happy?”

You tried to shake your head. You tried to yell, to do anything, but the refusal died on your tongue as something else prodded at your entrance, massive and leaking and just as monstrous as the first intrusion. If Malleus cared that you hadn’t answered, if he cared about you at all, his lust outweighed his guilt. It must’ve. You didn’t think you could stand the thought that he’d do this with a clear head.

Malleus was so big, so imposing, so strong, so important. You’d always told yourself you didn’t mind, and to an extent, you hadn’t. You’d never had a reason to.

You’d managed to forget that, when you’re used to being the biggest person in the room, it's easy to ignore the complaints of creatures so insignificant.

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[unknown-writing]

Let’s face it. You despise being a Celestial Dragon. You find them absolutely deplorable and want /nothing/ to do with the lot of ‘em.

You’ve seen how they treat other people and fishmen alike. It disgusts you the levels of inhuman actions they’ve done towards the innocent just because the world government /ASSUMES/ they’re the ones that came from God or whatever the fuck.

So...You ran away. You stole some cash, took some of your stuff, and then ran to the open sea. The sea where it held nothing but lowly pirates and Marine forces fighting for a twisted version of what they call “Justice.” You left a note stating that you had “died” in an “accident by falling out of your window”, using ketchup as blood stains to make sure that somebody would just believe you.

After setting all of your slaves free the night before, you knew the only sense of freedom you had left was at sea. After all, setting your slaves free like that would be taken as treason against the Celestial Dragons, and you refused to give them that kind of power over your head just because you had better morals than them.

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Warning(s): Mentions of abuse, slavery, Celestial Dragons, angst A/N: Yet another purely self indulgent fanfiction reaction of the Monster Trio, also, sorry, it got a bit angsty for Sanji’s part lmao ^^;

Luffy has had bad experience with Celestial Dragons. He absolutely despises them. And when he hates somebody that much, he never wants to see them again. Unless it’s of course, to kill them.

Hearing your past shocked him to his core. You had kept it a secret for over a year now for the sake of your own safety, but being Luffy’s boyfriend was beginning to be harder and harder, especially since he’s friends with a Fishman. You /had/ to tell him the truth, no matter how scared you were of his reaction towards it, fearing that he may dump you and toss you overboard because of his hate towards your kind.

A brief silence filled the room that you two had been in, discussing your past and why you ran from home, and why there was suddenly a news report of you “Being Dead” in the latest newspaper. He had demanded some answers from you. You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck in awkwardness and gulped, “So....I ran.” 

“I ran away from that place...I couldn’t stand being part of their kind. Seeing them hurt innocent people and fishmen alike just because of their “Social Status” grossed me out so bad that I faked my own death, and ran to the sea.” Using your fingers to create quotation marks with them, your arms fell down to your lap as yet another awkward silence filled the captains room, you hated that he was quiet.

“So...You ran away because you dislike the Celestial Dragons?” He commented, holding the piece of paper that had your face on it, only to then tear it to pieces a few moments later. You saw the pieces fall on the bed, somewhat stunned by what just happened. “Then that version of you is dead!” He simply says with the biggest grin you’ve seen from him. “You’re new name is y/n, and you’re a pirate! And you’re my girlfriend too!” He says cheerfully, pulling you into a tight but gentle hug. You couldn’t help but start to cry of relief, knowing that the captain of the Straw Hats wouldn’t judge you for your past despite his hate towards your kind.

Standing in an area on some Island, you stood awkwardly staring up at the green haired man. Despite the thin air, it seemed like he didn’t give two fucks about what was happening. He just stared down at you for a while, almost like he was judging you for your past, you could sense it too.

He lets out a sigh, a hand reached to your head and he patted it gently, “You’re no longer a Celestial Dragon right?” He asks, still petting your head, “No! Absolutely not! I ran away and faked my own death for a reason!” You responded quickly, feeling your anxiety start to get worse as time goes by almost at a slow pace. “Then it doesn’t matter who you /used to be/. You’re better than them. You freed all of your slaves the night before, and then ran the day after. The fact that you did that just proves to me that you’re one to be trusted.” He says then let’s go of your head and then grins

“Besides....If I felt like you were a threat, you would’ve been dead before Luffy accepted you into the crew.” He admits while rubbing his head. He was right though, he would’ve killed you if he’d sense you where a bad person to be around...A soft smile started to form on your face, you ran up to him and hugged him tightly, burying your face into his body as you felt a weight was lifted off of your shoulders. Zoro only stood there, allowing you to hug him

Much like Luffy, Sanji is disgusted by Celestial Dragons. Even more so coming from a family of Maids and Butlers, as well as slaves to do their work for them as they sat in the lap of luxury.

So, hearing that his darling s/o was born from their kind, made his stomach churn in pure disgust. You could tell by the look on his face that he was disgusted about your heritage, finding out about how you were raised to believe that your family was somehow the ones that “created this world.” But, what he was most disgusted by, was how your parents treated you, despite the fact that you where also a Celestial Dragon...YOU where abused too! Now it all made sense to him.

It made sense why you can barely handle being touched without jumping, or why it looks like your scared at somebody slightly raising their voice towards your general direction. How you flinch whenever you hear somebody bang a wall or surface. How you bite your lip when somebody asks for your honest opinion...All of it started to click into place in his head...It had hurt him to hear the news so abruptly that he left the room to cool his head off and have a smoke or two.

Watching his back leaving the room made you start to panic. You’re heart sank to the pits of your stomach as the door slammed shut in front of you...Even though you had mentioned that you had ran away and faked your own death to become a Pirate, seeing this reaction hurt you the most.

So....You broke down. You broke down and started to softly sob, as it became a habit to hide your crying due to your past. You knew that this would happen...But seeing it happen in front of you right now, it still hurt regardless if you “mentally prepared yourself for it.” All you could do was just sit there and cry. You had cried for what probably seemed like for a few hours.

With how drained you where from crying, you had fallen asleep on your bed, falling to your pillow after the first 45 minutes of sobbing. You didn’t hear the door being knocked on, “Y/n san?...” Sanji spoke out in a more calmer tone of voice. He opened the door to see that you had fallen asleep...Guilt hit his stomach like a two ton truck, “Oh no...Don’t tell me...” he thought as he gently placed the tray of food for the both of you to enjoy together to forget about what had happened and make amends for it.

        He leaned over the bed gently to see that you had cried so much that your eyes were red and puffy, he could see some kind of a shine on your cheeks that could only resemble the shine of tears. “This was my fault...” he thought to himself as he tired fixing your sleeping position so that way it wouldn’t hurt you so bad the next morning, only to get an idea to have you sleep on his chest instead to cuddle you throughout the night.

“I’m so sorry y/n...” He would repeat until he himself had fallen asleep, and the two of you had peacefully slept with each other that night, you had never felt safer asleep than you where with Sanji.

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