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whxre-bxby · 10 months

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request for reader waking up to being pounded by quaritch and/or deep throated by lyle

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"Sleep Won't Do It"

Recom Miles Quaritch x Recom f. Y/N x Recom Lyle Wainfleet

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Summary: (what the ask says) The recoms are having a hard time adapting to their new bodies. Many overcome it by excessive sleeping. But sleep doesn't help Quaritch or Lyle. Both need something else and you're there to help them.

WARNINGS: pure filthy smut, somnophilia, non-con, praise kink, penetration f, blowjob, dacryphilia, male ejaculation

Word Count: 2245

The last few days had been tough for all the recoms including you.

Everyone was and still is getting used to their new Avatar bodies and it’s more difficult than expected.

Every time you wake up, there is a small hope inside all of the recoms that the hands that come to rub at the eyes are no longer blue. But every time, the body disappoints.

Sleeping has become the only escape from this living nightmare. It was the only way any of you could cope with the Avatar. Or at least, that’s what you thought…

Our mission was still being planned so there wasn’t much to do at this time. It was so overwhelming to the mind that the body was so different. It made many of us feel constantly tired. That’s why you would often see us sitting or leaning against something with our head resting on our arms, fast asleep. I had passed out on the couch in our so-called ‘break room’ about an hour ago. The couch was obviously big for a human but even to me as a recom, it was large. There had most likely been some mistake in measuring. Perhaps they assumed the Avatars were larger. Now, about 3 Avatars could lie comfortably on it.

I’m fast asleep, laying on the softly woven sofa which smells of freshly washed clothes. My head is resting on my outstretched arms in front of me because I’m laying on my stomach. The tail which is one of the most difficult things to control is finally laying still, draping over my bare legs. Loose shorts cover my lower half and are barely visible under the large t-shirt I have over my torso. Soft breaths leave my sensitive nose in a slow rhythm, displaying my calm and relaxed state. I’m not in a deep sleep, it’s light but all and any rest help.

My mind is peacefully quiet for once. No buzzing thoughts have managed to keep me awake this time. In the background, my now bigger ears can hear the soft churring of the coffee machine rebooting itself. The sound acts as a subliminal for me, letting me drift into relaxation.

I hear a light creaking of either the floor behind me or the door to the room. My ears tilt in the direction of the noise but it doesn’t alarm my subconscious self so I manage to stay asleep.

Another noise hints to a faint whisper of someone’s voice but I don’t properly even comprehend that because it’s muffled by the coffee machine.

Following the minimally quiet commotions is silence. Nothing happens for a while, letting me dose off into deeper sleep.

Within the next minute, the top couch cushion’s soft material dips as someone’s weight is put on it. My body picks up on the movements, knowing I cannot be imagining it this time. They don’t wake me, but they stop me from completely sleeping like a log.

“Not a noise.” I hear someone hush. It sounds like an order and the voice sounds vaguely familiar but there’s no reason to be afraid. It could be in my dream.

There is some shuffling around me and chilly goosebumps rise on my skin but I’m still fast asleep. No pain is being inflicted on my body that would cause me to frantically awake.

“Control yourself, otherwise I won’t let ya’ near ‘er.” Another order voiced itself. This time it was above and behind me.

“Yes, sir.”

Hm. What odd dreams.

My body is gently moved and once what feels like hands are no longer holding my hips, my lower half seems to be resting slightly higher and at a different angle than before.

My tail is no longer resting over my legs but it’s being held up in the air. Yet my body is too exhausted to wake me up.

What feels like a few seconds have been many minutes and I’ve grown used to the touches. They didn’t hurt so why worry? But I must be dreaming of them.

Then, another weird feeling is perceived by my body. It’s coming from a sensitive region and I can feel it all.

This time, my body wakes up, making my eyes flutter open with a huff of air leaving my nose. I’m so tired but this sensation and the handling being inflicted on my body have me raising my head to see what’s happening.

The next inhale of air makes me realise I can no longer smell the fresh washing detergent of the couch nor can I hear the buzzing coffee machine. Instead, I smell a thick musk which fills my nostrils and makes my pupils blow wide. Right above me, I can hear heavy breathing and in front of me a lightly raspy chuckle. My senses return to me after my nap and now I can feel a weight on me. The heavy breathing fans against the top of my head and my body is nudged forwards every few seconds.

I swiftly turn my head to the side because all this feels foreign to me. My eyes go wide when I see what is happening. It takes me a while to understand who and what is happening, but once the realisation hits me, a gasp escapes my lips.

I can see and feel my Colonel on top of me. He has a hand around the back of my neck, keeping me held down against the couch cushions while the other is bent, having him lean on his forearm for weight support. Both my legs have been opened more than I remember. My tail has been moved to the side and it’s Quaritch’s toned hips snapping forwards and against me every few seconds that make me rock back and forth.

Only once I see what he’s doing do I start to properly feel it. My superior officer is buried balls deep inside my pussy and his relentless thrusts cause me to cry out between clenched teeth.

“Shhh… stay quiet.” the Colonel coos into my ear through heavy pants. His hot breath makes a shiver run up my spine which only now makes me realise that I have been stripped bare.

A large hand gently grasps my jaw, making me look forwards. My eyes meet Lyle’s and I notice he, just like Quaitch and me, is naked too. He’s smirking down at my flushed face of embarrassment.

My ears are pinned back and my eyes begin to tear up. This was even more overwhelming than just waking up to a blue body.

“You’re doin’ real good, Buttercup.” Lyle praised me, running his thumb over my warm cheek with a smile.

“Sleep doesn’t do it for us, sweet’eart.” Quaritch mutters through heavy breaths. His voice is raspy and sounds strained.

“Relax.” he breathes out into my ear. “Let it happen, darlin’.”

I whine when his next thrust causes his abdomen to slap against my ass. My skin will turn red if he continues like that.

“You gonna be good?” he asks, slowing down his movements while he waits for my answer.

I’m not sure about my answer. My eyes clench closed in frustration and I whimper.

“I’ll reward your behaviour, sweet’eart. C’mon.” Quaritch urges me, wanting me to agree so he can focus on his pleasure again.

I sniffle and then nod my head. “Yes-” I faintly whisper while gasping for air.

Behind me, Quaritch purrs in approval.

“Good girl.” he whispers, pressing his lips to the side of my neck. His harsh thrusts resume and tears form in my eyes.

Lyle steals back my attention, angling my head to face his crotch. I watch him with wide eyes, still feeling confused as to why this is happening while he strokes himself a few times.

Perhaps they had so much built-up frustration in them from the change of body that they needed a different kind of release.

Lyle brought the tip of his throbbing cock to my lips, placing it on them.

“Open up, baby.” He says, gently pulling my jaw down. I listen to him while fighting back the forming tears.

I open my mouth, slightly sticking my flattened tongue out for him. A small grin forms on his face as he slowly pushes himself into my mouth. I can only take half of him before he reaches the back of my throat.

“Let me use you, Buttercup. I promise te’ make it up to ya’ later.” he said and I caught the hint of desperation in his voice. I wasn’t going to fight or beg them for anything, I was too tired for that. So I just listened and gave Lyle a faint nod of my head.

He caresses my cheek in praise before pulling out. Both his hands are now placed on the back of my head. I can only imagine what is to come.

Once again he starts to push his hips forward, driving his dick further into my mouth than before. His tip brushes against the back of my mouth before diving deeper into my throat.

I hold onto the side of the couch pillow for dear life, tightly grasping the cushion. My tightly screwed-closed eyes now have tears spilling from them and both men can hear my muffled chokes and coughs as I fight back gags.

“Don’t cry, baby.” Quaritch coos and his voice is oddly comforting. But just through those few words I manage to hear how he says them through a small grin. Did my crying turn him on?

In the next second, he leans forward and his tongue licks away one of the hot tears flowing down my cheek. Lyle wipes another away with his thumb, just momentarily ripping his gaze from my lips.

With tears or not, I’m baring through it all. Both of them are my superiors and I do want to be good for them. No matter how sick and twisted the context of it is. I am eager to please them both.

That’s why I was a crying mess right now, with a reddened and stained face of silent tears. Perhaps I’m being pushed to my limit, but I don’t care.

Lyle is holding my head in place, making me take all of him and deepthroat his cock. Quaritch is switching between rhythms but he doesn’t let his sharp thrusts falter once. His canines are tracing the skin of my neck, dangerously threatening to draw blood.

I cry out when his movements manage to speed up even more. His thrusts finally grow sloppy and desperate, telling me he is close to his release. The Colonel’s heavy breathing is replaced by grunts and growls. All he can think of is the pleasure he feels.

Lyle has his head thrown back in bliss, seeming to slowly come undone in front of me. All his muscles are flexed as he too nears his high.

“Fuck, darlin’. Ya’ feel so good.” Quaritch snarled into my ear. “Such a good girl. Gonna cum all over you.”

My watery eyes close again at his words. I can feel his dick twitch and suddenly, Quaritch swiftly pulls out.

Lyle’s hips stutter and he pushes himself in deeper than before one last time. My nose scrunches against the skin of his abdomen. That’s how deep inside my mouth he is. His body trembles and suddenly I feel him shoot his load of thick white ropes of cum down my throat. Lyle is cursing in pleasure, muttering something along with my name. He is so far down my throat, I’m forced to reflexively swallow everything he’s giving me. Swallowing around him makes my throat squeeze around his shaft, making Lyle moan and spurt a little more out.

Quaritch quickly fists himself while holding my tail up with his other hand and I feel his load shoot all over my ass. It's a lot and it's starting to drip down and between my cheeks, over my abused pussy.

“Fuckin hell’ look at you.” the Colonel muses, admiring the mess he made.

Lyle is panting hard, recovering from his orgasm. His eyes meet my pleading ones and luckily he takes pity on me, gently pulling out so that I can breathe normally again. I let out a choking cough before swallowing more cum-stained saliva. He didn’t taste bad. Somewhere deep inside me, I enjoyed it all.

Both men are more merciful now and even surprisingly affectionate. Lyle is ordered to get a cloth which Quaritch uses to clean me up with before re-dressing me. They put their own clothes on now too.

I expected both of them to leave me alone after this. I’m still tired. Even more so now. My body is exhausted.

They both got what they wanted, why stay?

I assume they’re staying because they care for me. I know all the recoms do care for one another, so at least I was being given aftercare. God, do I need it. Quaritch lay down next to me, pulling my head onto his chest and whispering how well I did and that he will repay me some time. Lyle places himself behind me, loosely draping an arm over my waist. My tears have dried but I luckily forgot about all the discomfort with the way I was being gently cradled and held right now.

Everyone has their own way of coping. If this is theirs then I can put up with that. Especially when I’m being treated like this afterwards.

Tag List: @ken-dala @ikranwings @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @number1gal @numarusworld @jatwow

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kim-seung-mo · 2 years

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Hello i was wondering if u could do # 16 from ur hc list :))

𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕄𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖

♩ gn!reader, fluff fluff fluff no warnings ;)

♩♩ word count: 989

♩♩♩ A/N: I sorta needed this after 24 hours after your death...pure fluff (it's so much easier to write lol) wip list here

Chan

He was really excited, from the moment you mentioned it to the day he actually met your parents.

Not nervous, just excited.

It didn't feel like a formal occasion, after all he was just going to spend the night at your house.

He would greet your parents politely and introduce himself.

Would initiate a conversation with your parents and listen to your father tell the stories he has told hundreds of times.

would compliment your mother on her delicious cooking and would even offer help cleaning up the kitchen.

It made you look good, your parents approve of him, and your mother even quietly asked when you're going to marry him.

(She probably just wants him to be her son)

Minho

On the surface he seemed calm, even a little unconcerned.

But in reality he was so scared inside that his pupils were trembling if you looked closely.

He was afraid your parents wouldn't approve of him and that he wasn't good enough for you.

You would notice this and hold his hand gently, telling him not to worry.

He would reply with, "I'm not scared, you're overthinking it."

But his hand were honest and gripped yours tight.

When he actually met your parents, he was much more relaxed. They were very gentle and kind to him.

He was back to being the joking, teasing person he was.

Changbin

You were nervous as hell when you met his parents, he laughed at you at the time.

But now when it was his turn, he started to understand what you were feeling.

His hands were shaking nervously with a not-so-natural smile on his face. It was kinda funny if you were being honest.

Your parents would realize his restraint and tell him to calm down, that they weren't gonna eat him.

He would rub the back of his neck with embarrassment.

You would gently pat his thigh to relax him.

Became much more relaxed once the food showed up, he would just focus on eating.

Your parents, especially your mother, liked him a lot. She started complementing his muscle how strong he looked, saying that with those muscles, he could certainly protect you well.

Hyunjin

Confident boy, thought for sure it was okay.

Then as soon as he arrives at your house he starts panicking.

You laugh and stroke his hair and tell your parents that he's not usually like this.

He hides behind you shyly and introduces himself to your parents in a whisper.

Your mother compliments him on his good looks and his face turns straight to a tomato.

He doesn't dare to eat his meal, he was so nervous you could see the water shaking when he picks up his cup.

You had to hold his face and tell him, "you're fine, they're just my parents.

He'll apologize afterwards, thinking he's embarrassed of you. But in reality, your parents loved him and thought he was really cute and innocent.

Jisung

Super confident. Would be talking a lot to your parents.

Maybe even a little too much.

Would listen to your parents and be all dramatic like, "wow..." "really? !" "oh my god!"

When eating, was very satisfied, cheek stuffed, very happy.

He had rice all over his face, you had to wipe his mouth for him countless times.

Your mother said he looked like a squirrel, he was dying laughing, even puffed out his cheeks to show her.

Your dad thought he was a little short, but he never mentioned height again after he saw the love in your eyes when you looked at him.

He was supposed to go home after dinner, but your mom made him stay for the night. Ends up staying for three days straight.

Felix

Would hurriedly prepared a lot of gifts before you two went, you didn't let him take any of them.

It was too formal to bring expensive gifts just for a dinner night at your parents house.

So his final compromise was to bring his brownies.

Your mother loved him as soon as she saw him, loved him even more when he brought out his brownies.

You were practically ignored by your own mother the whole night.

Your dad was still a bit bitter, since Felix was "the one who took you away from him."

But after tasting his brownies, he fell for him just like your mother.

He would be so proud of himself afterwards, demanding complements and kisses.

Seungmin

Would act very mature in front of your parents, introducing his own background and work.

Answered any questions your parents had very carefully, fearing that they would not approve of you being together.

Even when you've told him countless times beforehand that your parents weren't strict.

He was still nervous, although he didn't show it at all.

After dinner your mother suggested that you could sing together.

Although a bit shy, he eventually agrees after your constant persuasion.

Would cautiously ask you afterwards if your parents found him boring, you could only laugh and shake your head.

You ruffled his hair and told him your parents have approved of him a long time ago.

Jeongin

Your parents were a bit worried when they first found out that your boyfriend was younger than you.

They weren't worried about you, but worried about him. They feared that he would be bullied by you. (what great parents)

Really after meeting him, this worry got even heavier.

He looked pure and sweet, like a little angel. They couldn't help but start wondering why a cute boy like Jeongin would go out with you. (again, great parents)

All sorts of snacks and fruit you've never seen before were brought out to him.

He would just shyly sits next to you and responds to your parents' questions, holding onto the ends of your hoodie.

You felt forgotten.

Your didn't want to admit, but your parents probably liked him more than they liked you.

#stray kids #skz #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz reactions #stray kids reactions #skz headcanons #stray kids headcanons #skz scenarios #stray kids scenarios #skz fluff #stray kids fluff

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rezident-simp · 3 years

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Kaeya, Diluc, Zhongli, and Xiao fluff abcs

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Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Kae: your expressiveness. Whether your angry, happy or anything, he loves how you feel comfortable enough to express your feelings.

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Diluc: your strength. To him, no matter what, your the strongest person he’ll ever meet, and he loves you for that.

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Zhongli: your knowledge. Your love to know things and what you already know have him caught, and he loves to sit with you and talk about anything, be it history or about a book.

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Xiao: your warmth. Xiao, at the end of the day, loves to cuddle you into his chest and relax in your warmth. Even though he’s a Yaksha who doesn’t require sleep, he always feels his eyes be a bit heavy as he cuddles you.

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B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Kae: your hips. He loves how nice they feel and how they look when they move. He also likes to grab them when you two ar-

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Diluc: your hands. So smooth, he loves to kiss them. The feeling of your hands and how you hold his own hand makes him feel comfortable around you.

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Zhongli: your hair. Short or long or medium, he likes how soft it is. He also really like to brush it, and it he can, he’ll even style it for you.

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Xiao: your arms. He believes you to be a strong person, and holds onto them tightly when you two are in or near a dangerous area.

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C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Kae: he is the big spoon. He likes to have you cuddled up to him, his arms pulling you in and your legs entangled.

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Diluc: little and big spoon. When he’s little, he’ll be pressed up against your back, hugging it. When’s he big, your pressed up to his chest. Good luck getting out of his grip. You’ll have to wait for him to wake up, or find out how to do it yourself ^^

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Zhongli: big spoon. He likes to know that your there, so your most definitely pressed up against his chest, his arms hugging you.

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Xiao: little and big spoon. He’s usually the little spoon if he’s having a bad day, and needs your comfort. He’s snuggled into your chest in a ball. As a big spoon, he’d be one if he’s having a good day and/or wants to cuddle. Arms wrapped around your waist as he hugs you close.

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D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Kae: a nice drink at Angels Share or Cats Tail would do! If it’s at Angels Share, he’d tell Diluc his plans and make sure that you feel comfortable. But you two mostly go to Cats Tail on a date, only because Diona adores you two together and she makes you two special drinks with a little less alcohol

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Diluc: a simple walk through the forest. The calming sound of the birds and the gently tree rustles calm both of you as you walk hand in hand, enjoying each other’s company.

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Zhongli: at a tea house. He likes the calm area and he knows exactly what kind of tea that you like. Don’t like tea? He’d take you sightseeing or give a history lesson on Liyue. Maybe you’d have tea and a history lesson ^^

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Xiao: a nice meal on the Wangshuu inn rooftop. Especially at the sunset, where the Inn is calmer and the sunset can be seen in such a beautiful way. Cuddles are a must afterwards.

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E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Kae: he’s open about them. He feels comfortable and isn’t afraid to express his emotions around you.

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Diluc: very open. He has a lot of walls up, but he knows that he can bring them down around you. Bad day? He knows that he can vent to you.

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Zhongli: not super open. He doesn’t want you to worry about him, but if he feels like he can he’ll come to you to vent.

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Xiao: he’s closed. He would hate to burden you with the fact that he has his karmic debt, and he usually keeps his emotions bottled up unless you can get him to open up and vent or something.

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F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Kae: Kaeya would love one! But he feels as though he’d be too busy to hang out with his family, and worries that he wouldn’t be a good father even when you reassure him that he’d be great.

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Diluc: he does want one, but like Kaeya, worried that he won’t have enough time and wouldn’t be a good father. He worries about them and if you do have a family, he would hope every day that he didn’t end up like his father.

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Zhongli: he’d be glad to have one. A little scared, but glad. He’d make sure to give them the best education, find good people to babysit them maybe Hu Tao when she’s older but it’s Xiao time for now tehe

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Xiao: a maybe. He knows that he can be seen as cold and scary, and would actually hate for his own kids to see him as a scary person. But maybe.

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G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Kae: gives you pretty jewelry. Necklaces, rings, anything! Oh, there’s a thing that you seem to like? Yours hehehhe

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Diluc: he’ll gift you things you want. As long as he can, of course. He’s probably the type to also buy you jewelry, but kinda a bit more expensive

Just a lil tiny bitty tiny bit more expensive

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Zhongli: flowers. Anything really. If he was still an archon, he’d gift you so many things like sir please-

He tries his best to get you plenty of gifts ^^

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Xiao: probably doesn’t understand until Verr Goldet explains. He gets you a lot of silk flowers and crystalflies, maybe even some core lapis if he can :0

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H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Kae: Kaeya will always hold your hand. In public? Hand hold. In bed? Hand hold. On an adventure? Hand hold. Hotel? Trivago.

Love to hold your hand uwu

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Diluc: kinda like Kaeya, but only on adventures or in bed. He isn’t a big fan of PDA, so expect lots of hand holding when alone :0

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Zhongli: holds your hand whenever he can. Will hold your hand in public, bed, and when he’s reading to you. Always happy to hold it.

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Xiao: only in bed and on the rooftop. Can’t change his mind. He loves you lots but also a smol bby who thinks he’d get teased for holding hand. No that would be illegal smh

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I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)(personal fave, yummy angst)

Kae: angy. Like very. If it’s serious he goes and slaughters whatever or whoever hurt you. He’s afraid to lose you too. He can’t lose you. Not now. Not ever.

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Diluc: very angy. Pissed. Its serious? Slaughters whatever or whoever hurt you aswell, absolutely furious. And scared. Very scared. In fact, Barbara remembers Diluc holding himself back from bursting into tears when he saw you all bandaged up. He can’t lose you too, he can’t. He just can’t.

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Zhongli: confused at first, only for a split second, when he realizes it, a large meteor can be seen heading towards what or who hurt you. If it’s serious he wastes no time in getting you to Baizhu.

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Xiao: furious. Whatever or whoever hurt you is dead within seconds. He never wastes time getting you to Wangshuu Inn as he holds back his tears.

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Danke! This is all for now, but I’ll hopefully get the rest out tomorrow ^^

Just gonna place this here come get ur Diluc @witch-hazels-musings hehe

#genshin impact #diluc+x+reader #kaeya+x+reader #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #Zhongli fluff #Kaeya fluff #Diluc fluff #Xiao fluff

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shotorozu · 3 years

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hellooo,, i saw another tiktok video(and since ur like the elite on writing this type of reqs im requesting to you aha) https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJYsk4CY/ for shoto, kaminari and monoma (if u write for him) ty 💕

‘bae lol’

(the greenscreen heart, then kiss tiktok trend)

character(s) : todoroki shouto, kaminari denki, monoma neito (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] for monoma reader’s a part of class 1-A, they/them pronouns used, quirk’s not specific

headcanon type : fluff (x reader)

note(s) : oh, i absolutely love AND hate this trend, it’s mostly bc im single though :,) not like i can get a partner in the pandemic. anyways! i love your thinking, anon <3 also no proofread bc its like,, 2am here </3 will edit later!

»»————-　♡　————-««

todoroki shouto

he’s very aware of your tiktok antics, but out of all of the ones you’ve pulled on him, and asked him to do

he loves this one the most.

because shouto doesn’t have to get the lights scared out of him, and it doesn’t have a chance in ending terribly.

you brisk towards your room, knowing that shouto rests inside— “shou!” you call out to him, and he tilts his head up

“Y/N, tell me it’s not—”

“no, i swear!” you drop next to him on the bed, and you play the video. “this would be fun to do, right?”

he doesn’t say anything at first, but he definitely wants to do it, judging by the fact that he’s replaying the tiktok over and over again.

abruptly standing up, he tugs at your wrist “let’s do it.” he says with determination hinted in his voice

you’d think that he’d get the hang of doing tiktoks because of you but LMAO NO— the greenscreen failed you both multiple times in a span of 40 minutes.

the first take, the heart was blurry, the second take, the kiss was captured seconds before the kiss, and the third take— your phone fell 💀

plus, his movements were a little stiff the first few times, but after the third try— he definitely got the hang of it.

and,, he doesn’t understand tiktok effects, not even the slightest.

on the brighter note, he has more excuses to kiss you so,, it’s a win for him! he won’t get sick of doing any retakes :))

you knew the moment he focused on making the perfect heart, as he firmly pulled you close to kiss you

that, would be the perfect shot there. he almost forgot that there was a camera recording

shouto is seen replaying the filmed tiktok over and over again— and it might’ve looked odd to anyone else

but not to you, definitely. for you, it’s the norm to see him like that.

“do more trends where i could kiss you more.” he pecks you on the lips, before he leaves you be temporarily only to edit the tiktok, ofc

the tiktok itself blows up by a ton, gathering 2M likes, and 5M views, in a surprising amount of time, and you didn’t even notice how he placed his hand on your hip

until the comments pointed it out to him. which shouto replies with “i always do that. you just didn’t seem to notice.” it’s fine bc you do now

the comments consisted of “where can i find a guy like this 💔” “haha that’s so cool *blocks*” “okay but we sEE THOSE HANDS 👀”

nonetheless— please do more trends like that with him. don’t be afraid!

shouto rates the entire ordeal a ♾/10. can and will do it again. oh— and he saves his home and lockscreen as the final outcome from the tiktok. he did a screenshot it, and decides to keep it like that for a very long time

kaminari denki

again— this man is ALWAYS on tiktok, so he’s aware of most of the trends there. but that doesn’t make them any less scarier

but oh wow, he loves this trend. denki was just praying that you’d see it— and ask him to do it with you.

he was grateful that luck was on his side, since he was ecstatic when you skipped over to him— asking him to do a tiktok trend

“oh, what tiktok trend? wait— please tell me it doesn’t involve me breaking up with you for a week so you could listen to drivers licenses—”

“what? no— let me show you” and when you showed him the tiktok, he showed you this cheeky little smirk

“let’s do it! the sooner the better!” he says, and he seems more excited that you 💀

denki’s so enthusiastic, to the point that the first few takes are a total fail— as he makes you fall over your feet, as the result of quickly pulling you onto him for a kiss.

“denki— one of these days, you’re going to shatter my face”

“sorry, sorry!” he grins sheepishly. and it’s a miracle that he didn’t accidentally short circuit!

you guys try again, still persistent in getting at least a decent video, and this time— when he yanked you, causing you almost slip

he tightened his hold on you, a hand pressed against the small of your back and another hand dangerously close to your bank

the kiss is eager, passionate— and he holds you like you’re on the verge of death

and this flusters you because MAMDKWDK what happened to the goofiness 💀 i suppose that’s what happens when you have an eager denki kaminari.

you upload the video, thinking it would only get 5 likes at the very most— but it exceeds your expectations

though most people couldn’t get a clear view of your relationship dynamic with him, denki’s enthusiasm did attract the attention of 2.8M people

and in a good way, because the video did get 800k likes

the comments consisted of “when he caught you when you almost fell :,)” “damn he was EXCITED” “hey, have you told us where you got your boyfriend? i need the link to find someone like him NOW‼️‼️”

the bakusquad fawned over the video weirdly, but it quickly gets overplayed by denki— since that’s all he watched for a week or so 💀

monoma neito

bruh </3 as much as he loves you, you’re going to kill him with pranks one of these days.

he’s totally in on it if HE’S not the one being targeted, but most of the time,, neito’s the subject of your pranks

so he thinks it’s another silly prank, where you make him pick a number between 1-5 and ghost him for that many hours.

but when you show him the video one day, when you guys were chilling in your room— as per usual, he declined :,)

“sorry dear Y/N! but no. that’s my answer”

“but whyyy?? it’s so harmless!”

“the class is going to tease me for being a part with a silly tiktok like that.” and besides,, he’d be a hypocrite for participating in that kind of tiktok with someone from class 1-A.

in reality, he did want to do it. he wasn’t so sure on why he said no— but he does want to show that something so easy isn’t really a bother to him.

“oh- don’t be so sad about it! you know what?” he gently pulls you up, “let’s do it. i don’t care what those silly class 1-A kids will say anymore.”

“what? i thought you said you didn’t want to.”

“have you ever heard of a lie?” he clicks his tongue, but he’s glad that you’re feeling much better than you did 10 seconds ago.

when it comes to it, he’s actually really shy about it. not like a ‘i don’t want to be seen with you!’ more like ‘gosh, how many takes is this going to take? will i be able to kiss them properly?’

“what if i end up accidentally copying their quirk? neito— focus, damnit.” he thinks to himself, brushing the anxious feeling away.

he’s determined enough to stay focused— but man struggled a bit with cooperating with the heart shape.

“neito— not that heart!” “well, you said to make a heart, so i did!”

it takes a few tries for the greenscreen to cooperate, and for you guys to get in sync

and when he finally has to kiss you, he grins at you— a very obvious blush adorning his cheeks, as he smashes his lips with yours

then he remembers that he actually has to break free from you— and forces you guys apart, still trying to play it cool

“wow! i look awesome. only i could kiss you like that, right? i don’t need an answer, because i know it’s true!” he says with that proud laugh of his, but it immediately dissipates after the second replay

neito leaves you be, not only for you to upload the tiktok— but also because he needs to THINK WHAT JUST HAPPENED he’s running laps in his mind rn

you upload the tiktok, not worrying too much about it— as you wanted to let it sit for a while, before checking up on it

however— when you open your phone again, you get bombarded with multiple text messages from kendou, and the other class 1-b students.

“you and monoma went viral!” is what you can sum up about most of the messages, and you have to see for youself— wanting to know if the tiktok really did get 800k likes and 1.9M views in a short amount of time.

spoilers ‼️ — it did

the comments were mostly like “why can i smell the dynamic from a mile away 💔 i want that.” “he’s definitely annoying to everyone but you” “sHEESH the way he smirked before he kissed you 😩✋‼️‼️😔”

monoma flexes on a daily that he did that to your class— but he HATES how class 1-b wrecks havoc on him, by teasing him

in short— he does prefer this more than being scared. and! he didn’t have to verbally ask you for kisses 💀

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starlight-writes-stuff · 3 years

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SO HEAR ME OUT an nsfw alphabet for draco

hey bestie - im literally so excited to do this (: i have a guilty pleasure of reading nsfw alphabets so u really hit the nail on the head with this request . n e ways , enjoy !

AYO LOOK AT THESE ! : smut (duh but still) , hair pulling , breeding k!nk , unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it) , masturbation , choking , light bondage , praise kink , general adult themes and content so please only read if ur okay with that .

reblogs are always appreciated ! <3 ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

draco is the literal definition of a fluff fic after sex - hes so soft and loving and affectionate . if the sex was on the rougher side , draco goes out of his way to kiss any bruises , cuts , or red marks he may have left on you, soothing the sinfully painful spots with soft touches of his suddenly gentle fingertips.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

draco is built like a greek mf god , and he knows it . he’s all lean , toned muscles and his alabaster pale skin only makes him look more ethereal . draco is quite proud of his body and isn’t afraid to show off if needed.

draco literally loves everything about you , and you’ve tried over and over to get him to pick his most favorite - he never does it because he’s a stubborn little shit and refuses to let you think that he values one part of you over any other . finally , you wore him down to coming up with a top 3 : your hands , your hair , and your chest .

your hands as they fit perfectly in his , they brush his hair out of his eyes with a gentleness that melts him every time (and the way you dig your nails into his back or his arms iykyk) .

draco loves your hair mostly because its the exact opposite of his own ; long , thick , and chocolate brown . he’s constantly playing with your hair , whether that's running his hands through it or gently tugging on it to get your attention . he would kill you if you ever told anyone , but draco taught himself how to braid your hair so he would have something repetitive to do to calm his anxiety .

draco loves your chest : he's such a boob guy . he is such a boob guy . even in a non-sexual context , draco loves having his hands up your shirt just feeling how soft your breasts are , the way that he can feel your heartbeat if you’re still enough . when things are getting *frisky* draco loves your tits - in his hands , using his mouth on them , titty-fucking you , literally everything .

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

draco has a huge breeding kink , but is simultaneously terrified of getting you pregnant. he knows that he wants to be a dad eventually , but draco malfoy is the king of daddy issues™ and can’t fathom having a child right now .

that doesn’t stop him from filling you up with his cum every time you guys fuck - draco loves watching your face as you take his entire load , begging him not to pull out .

once he does , though , draco’s head is immediately between your legs watching his manhood drip out of you , fingering it out of you while you whimper at the way he seems to hit all the right spots .

he’s extremely thankful for the tiny , yellow birth control pills that you’re on , and he reminds you every day to take them .

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

draco had never , ever said i love you to someone during or after sex until the two of you had your first time . now , its a normal occurrence for draco to tell you how much he loves you as he thrusts into your pretty , fucked out body . he lets his forehead fall to yours , moaning the words in between heavy breaths as he finishes inside you .

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

draco had a couple of hookups , and a complicated friends with benefits situation before the two of you got together , so he was somewhat experienced by the time you guys finally got down to it . he made sure you felt so good the entire time , using every trick in his book to make you cum around him over and over until he reached completion as well .

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

draco is a sucker for regular old missionary . he likes being able to watch your face as you take every inch of him , watching your facial expressions change and morph under the influence of his pleasure . if he’s eager to feel you - all of you - draco will hook one of your legs over his shoulders , giving him better access to your sex . this is the one instance where draco wont keep eye contact with you : he can't resist watching himself slide in and out of you , coated in your cum .

however

he's an absolute sucker for you riding him , too . he loves to let you take control and chase your pleasure - plus the visual of you bouncing up and down on his cock , eyes rolling back into your head as you hit all the right spots is enough to send him over the edge . if you get tired while on top , draco will gladly hold your hips in place , fucking up into you until you practically collapse into him , entirely taken over by the force of your orgasm.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

intimacy is something that didn’t come easy for you and draco; he’d never been with someone that he actually loved before you . there was a deep intensity to the emotions shared between you two during sex , and draco viewed that time between the both of you as something almost sacred . foreplay , or just general teasing can be silly with you two , but making love is more serious .

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

draco keeps himself trimmed , but not entirely clean shaven , and the hair down there is darker than his signature white-blond locs .

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

(refer back to g but i could talk about this for days) draco is incredibly romantic when it comes to sex . your first time was like something out of a movie - draco had lit candles everywhere , filling the room with soft , flickering light , as well as changing the sheets on your bed to a soft , white cotton . he’d taken his time making you comfortable ; you and draco had talked through all your fears for hours before he laid a hand on you . once you were ready , draco’s touches had been soft and slow and tender all over your body - he’d made you feel like the angel you were . quickly , you learned that draco wasn’t like that just because it had been your first time ; draco made an effort to make sex just as special every time.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

draco was raised thinking that masturbation was a shameful act , something dirty and below him (you literally can not tell me that this isn't true i'll fight it until the day i die . as much as i love narcissa the malfoy family fkn sucks and they damaged draco so bad . anyways) so it’s very rare that he’ll get himself off. when he does , its somewhere where he can quickly get rid of the evidence , such as the shower .

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

while draco makes sex between you two meaningful and special , that doesn’t mean that he’s afraid to be rough (after yall have had a long talk about it before where you gave him enthusiastic consent ofc . )

draco loves to pull your hair or wrap a hand around your throat while he’s hitting it from the back , so much so that he’ll bring your back up to his chest .

he really enjoys a bit of light choking here and there - just enough to watch your pretty face flush with blood , making your moans the slightest bit weaker .

draco loves to tie your hands up above your head while he’s eating you out as well ; it makes you take all the pleasure he’s willing to give , and he lives for the way your body writhes and bucks under his skillful tongue.

you literally can not tell me that draco doesn’t have a praise kink - both giving and receiving . draco loves to tell you how good of a job your doing whether you're sucking him off or taking all of him inside you , and he’s constantly reassuring you that you’re doing such a good job.

however

he fucking loves when you praise him as well (my theory as to why is so fkn sad so we wont go over that here) but that boy lives for you telling him how good he’s making you feel , and when you encourage him nodding and whining for him to go faster . its the one thing that undoes him almost immediately , and he flushes furiously every time you tell him just how fantastic he’s doing .

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

you and draco rarely get it on outside of your bedrooms at hogwarts , or your childhood rooms when you’re home for the summer - but there’s an exception to every rule. draco has absolutely ruined you in the quidditch changing rooms after a rather brutal loss , and he’s the king of shower sex , too.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

praise !! draco loves you telling him how good his dick feels , or his tongue , or his hands . he also appreciates when you’re rather direct with him - telling draco exactly where you want him , what you want him to do - it drives him absolutely insane . hearing such dirty words come from your sweet , innocent mouth kills him , and it makes draco that much more excited.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

there's nothing draco wouldn’t try at least once , but he’s rather uncomfortable with voyeurism. he hates the idea of anyone else seeing your body , watching how you wriggle and whine underneath him as he makes you cum . while the two of you have done it in some questionable locations , draco had made sure that no one could see .

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

while draco loves your mouth wrapped around him , that boy could spend all day between your legs . he's nothing short of obsessed with eating you out , and its one of his favorite things to do for you . he cant help the way it makes him feel - hearing you whimper and moan while you pull on his hair , your back arching off the bed when his tongue flicks in just the right way . he gets a sort of high from it , and absolutely prides himself on making you cum with just his tongue .

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it really depends on the day . draco loves fucking you slow , watching his manhood slide in and out of your pretty body coated in your arousal , but he cant resist fucking you so hard he leaves bruises , either . if its just a regular day , the two of you fall somewhere in between , a perfect mix of rough and sweet .

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

draco loves a good quickie every once in a while ! sometimes he needs a release , and your body is his favorite vessel . usually quickies are where the two of you get a little more risky - he’ll grab your arm , pulling you into an empty classroom or the shower and take you then and there .

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

yes and no . draco would try anything and everything , especially if you asked him to , but there are some things that are a one-and-done for him . the two of you are good at talking about that stuff - if something made one of you uncomfortable , the other would understand 100% . its all about the balance of boundaries and still being adventurous.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

draco would fuck you all day if you would let him . he can make you cum many , many times before he’ll allow himself to even get close , and even then his stamina is through the roof . he can go at least 3 rounds if not more , and switch positions as many times as you’d like .

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

while draco doesn’t mind you using toys on yourself , they do make him slightly jealous . you gently tease him about this sometimes , how he works himself into a sulk over an inanimate object - however, that usually leads to your hands tied to his headboard , draco holding a vibrator on your clit until you can’t take anymore orgasms.

you two have expirimented with using your vibrator during sex , but draco much prefers playing with your clit over using an outside source , and seretly , you do too . he’s amazing with his hands , and rubs tight , fast circles onto your sensitive nub while his hips snap against yours only intensifying the sensation .

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

draco loves to tease you - he likes to watch the way you come undone under the slightest touches of his hands . very rarely does he tease you for long - he can’t resist giving you what you want , what you’re begging him for in that high , breathy voice .

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s a loud motherfucker all the time , and the bedroom is no exception . draco’s moans are music to your ears , and they turn you on more than anything . his already rough voice only gets raspier , and deeper , too . he loves to talk dirty to you , but as he approaches his orgasm , he can barely form full sentences . his cocky pillow talk turns to almost desperate moans and whimpers as his thrusts get sloppier and quicker , his hips snapping against yours hard . his groans as he cums are heavenly , especially since he’s usually buried his head in your neck or dropped his forehead to yours by then .

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

we all know that draco have a superiority / god complex (as he should 😌) , and this manifests in the bedroom - you would’ve never known , though , if it weren’t for a complete accident . you and draco had been studying together , and he’d asked one of the yes or no questions written on a flashcard . not thinking about your actions , you’d answered the question with “no, sir” - then physically felt draco’s entire body stiffen underneath you . you’d picked up on it immediately , blood flooding your face as you’d asked him if he liked it .

yes , he did .

he loves when you call him sir as he’s fucking the life out of you - like , he has to stop himself from cumming on the spot .

when you want to fuck with him for whatever reason , you’ll jokingly call him ‘sir’ in front of your friends

you’ll pay for it later , though

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

mans is built in every sense of the word . draco is quite well endowed , which was something that took you a bit to get used to . he was never one to measure - it just seemed wrong to him , like he was doing something dirty - but by your estimations , draco is about 7 inches . he’s thicker than most , too , which only adds to your pleasure .

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

draco lives in a constant state of horny™ . he can’t help it - something about you brings out his most primal instincts . he’s so in love with you and your body that he can rarely keep his hands off of it , but he knows how to control himself . he tries to match your sex drive ; when yours is high , his is too , but he doesn’t mind waiting on you to give him the green light if you’re libido has been lower .

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

its safe to say that the both of you are extremley tired after sex - its quite the workout . draco is so soft once he’s finished , and he would live in that post-sex haze forever if he could ; he’s all sweet kisses and skin-to-skin contact , but he’ll usually wait until you fall asleep on him before he can drift off . something about making sure that you’re comfortable enough to sleep on him fills draco with a sense of immense pride . once you’ve fallen asleep, depending on how vigorous everything was , draco will usually fade pretty soon after ; on the off chance that he still has some energy , draco stays up and watches you . he looks at you as if you were a piece of art , usually following the soft lines and curves of your face with a gentle finger ; admiring you like the angel you are .

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maybebanks · 3 years

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Special Treatment

JJ Maybank x Y/N

You and JJ get busted and are forced to spend the night in jail. Only Y/n gets some much resented special treatment. Leaving JJ jealous.

“I can’t believe we got caught. I’m gonna be in so much shit for this,” JJ muttered, raking a hand through his messy blonde hair.

You felt very guilty, if it wasn’t for you, JJ wouldn’t have gotten caught trespassing. He was a faster runner than you, and you had tripped, resulting in a pathetic injury.

“Hey, are you good? I know you have that ‘3 strikes’ thing going on with Peterkin..and - oh shit Y/n! Your leg is bleeding,” JJ said, moving you to sit down so he could get a better look.

“It’s fine,” you protested, “and don’t worry about me. You have your dad to worry about,” you mentioned.

JJ frowned, “don’t remind me,”

You were familiar with this cell, though it was way better when shared with JJ. You were here just yesterday, busted for shop lifting.

It was clear you were rebelling. And JJ wanted to know why.

He was intrigued.

“When we get outta here...can we go separately?” you said softly.

“Why? I was hoping we could grab food at the Wreck...please...” he trailed off, grabbing both of your hands and trapping them in his.

“No...I mean..you know I get scared of your dad. And besides, my mom wants me home,” you admitted.

JJ frowned, “yeah. I know. You get all..shakey,” he shrugs.

“I do not!” You blurted, pushing one of his shoulders.

“Yes you do, you’re hands are like this,” JJ told you, then put his hand out and started moving his wrist to shake his hand at a fast speed.

“Oh fuck you,” you groaned.

“Sure I’m down,” JJ joked.

“What?” You gave him a dirty look.

“You know,” he smirked, then he leaned over to you and started rubbing your shoulders, “you like that? Uhhh!” He moaned.

“Shut up!! You dumbass! They’re gonna hear!!” You scolded him, shoving him off of you.

“Yeah and what would they think? You more of a handjob or a blowjob kinda girl?” he joked.

“Oh my god...okay you need to..to chill with the horny boy act, got it? I know you’re just trying to get at me..but I’m not in the mood,” you sighed. Standing up and walking towards the edge of the bars.

“I see blushing,” JJ pointed out, pointing to his own cheeks.

You rolled your eyes, looking the other way.

JJ raised his hands in defense, “I didn’t mean to offend you. Just wanted to lighten the mood. Maybe get this tension under wraps,”

“There is no tension.” You stated.

“There is with you. You’re super tense,” JJ added.

“I just...I have a lot going on,” you shrugged.

“Wanna..” JJ paused, kicking his feet against the concrete, “..talk about it?”

“No thanks...” you sighed, returning to sit next to him again.

“Whatever it is,” JJ placed a comforting hand on your thigh, “I’m sure you can handle it.” He said. He knew you weren’t going to tell him, so he decided to give you confidence.

You stared at his large hand on your thigh, his rings shining from the light through the windows.

You smiled softly. And he returned it.

Before he could say some dirty one liner, the cell door opened.

You and JJ stood up.

“Y/n, let’s go.” The officer directed. He wasn’t the usual one who dealt with the jail people, he was a patrol officer. He has blonde, short hair he was tall, and looked about 30-40 years old.

“But..what about-“ You began.

“Just you.” He stated, looking into your eyes.

You looked back at JJ, he just shrugged.

So you followed the police officer out of the cell, and waved goodbye to JJ.

The officers hand met your lower back as you walked with him through the station. He nodded at a few cops at desks, no one seemed to question him as he walked you out the front door.

As an excuse to get him to stop touching you, you turned around, asking him a question, “excuse me. What’s..what’s going on?” You asked nervously.

“How about I give you a ride home,” he suggested, pointing to a small cop car.

“My friend...in there, I can’t just leave him,” you said.

“Maybank kid. Yeah I saw his record. For some reason, Peterkin always looks the other way, something to pity, I’d assume,” the Officer explains.

You sighed, knowing exactly what he was talking about, JJs dad.

“I can..um I can walk home, thanks,” you told him, walking around him.

He grabbed your wrist gently, “if I hadn’t done what I did, you’d be spending your night in that cell. Let me give you a ride home,” he almost ordered.

You bit the inside of your lip, but he was a cop, what was he gonna do? Kill you. Please. You shouldn’t be afraid of him.

You nodded, and he smiled, directing you to his car.

You attempted to get in the back seat, but he scolded you, and told you that you should sit in the front.

He drove you home, and parked in your driveway.

“I’ll walk you inside, make sure everything’s okay,” he said.

“Sir, I’m alright, it’s like 20 feet away,” you said, but he ignored you.

When you got to the front door, you knocked, him by your side.

Your mother answered, shocked, and quite unhappy at the sight.

“What did she do?” Your mother sighed, you looked at the floor.

“Ma’am, I’m officer Darren Wilden, we’ve met before, I was just escorting your daughter from the jail cell. Would’ve spent the night there, if I hadn’t got her out of there,” he told her.

You groaned.

Stepping up and heading inside, past your mom. She would have surly yelled at you, but she was now distracted by the officer.

Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing.

Retiring to your room was not a great as you thought, you could hear your mother laugh at Officer Wildens stupid jokes, she even made dinner for him. So you put in headphones, falling asleep to your favorite playlist.

You woke up at your usual time, to spend the Saturday with the pogues. Excited, you headed downstairs for breakfast, still in your pajamas. You missed dinner last night, and were craving a muffin or something.

You entered the kitchen in slow steps, hearing someone cooking bacon or something. Your mom never cooks.

“Mom?” You asked, but your question was quickly answered.

Wilden was standing in your kitchen, shirtless, a white towel wrapped around his waist.

“Oh my gosh,” you blinked in shock. What hell was this?

“Good morning. Want any eggs?” He said nonchalantly. Standing near the fridge.

You scoffed. Walking around him, “no thanks,”

A few seconds later, your mother walked in.

She studdered, “uh Darren, why don’t you head upstairs, I’ll take care of breakfast,”

He nodded, “yeah sure,” and left the kitchen.

“What does he live here now?” You said sarcastically to your mom.

“Give me a break, honey....” your mother sighed.

“Yeah..whatever. I’m going to John B’s,” you said bluntly, then hastily left the house.

Once joining the group, you were basically silent the whole time.

“So! Y/n, how was jail?” Kie asked, smiling.

“How..how did you know?” You asked, “JJ you literally suck at keeping ur mouth shut,”

“What?!” He laughed, “I used to be brag about corrupting the good girl. But now your a convict just like me,” JJ shrugged, implying that you shouldn’t care.

Truly you just didn’t want to be traced back to Wilden, you hated that connection you now had. Could it even turn into blackmail? It just made you sick.

“Did you know JJ was in that cell for 24 hours longer than y/n! That’s some sexism right there,” John B mentioned.

“Don’t joke about that, dude,” Pope scolded.

“What? It’s true.” He defended.

“Wait...JJ, your dad didn’t show up to-“ you were surprised he had spent the night in the cell.

“Yeah. They didn’t even call him. For some reason, you got special treatment,” JJ said, nudging your arm.

That’s when it hit you. Your mother probobly did this to keep you out of jail. You felt sick. Horrible of what you had to done to make your mother do what she did.

“Whoa...you okay Y/n/n?” JJ asks, nudging you again.

You flinched at his nudge, but tries crossing your arms to cover it up.

You didn’t answer.

“You got all pale,” Pope added.

“Y/n/n, are you okay?” JJ repeated.

“I need some air,” you blurted, then jumped up and walked away from the group out on the doc.

“But we are outside,” JJ grumbled.

“JJ go talk to her,” Kie suggested.

“Me? She doesn’t wanna talk to me,” JJ shut down.

“Yes, she does. Now talk to her,” Kie demanded.

JJ grumbled curses to himself, he didn’t like to go be forced into things. And he didn’t want you to see him as a guy who didn’t know what to say.

JJ took off his hat and fumbled with it, “I really don’t mind...the uh extra jail time. But if you were there...I could’ve asked you if your-“

“Jesus, JJ,” you sighed.

“What did I do?” JJ asked, sitting down text to you on the dock.

“It...it’s everything. Like...I don’t want you here, so leave,” you insulted. You really wanted him to stay, but not give him the opportunity to find out how dishonestly you got out of jail.

“Okay. Easy, done,” JJ stated. But instead of getting up and leaving you in the dust, he moved closer to you, his knee touching yours.

You started to cry, why did he care? The tears were falling so fast you missed a few falling down your cheek. One landing on JJ’s knee.

“She...I can’t..it’s just stupid. And I hate myself.” You stuttered. Between gasps.

JJ put his arm around you, “why?”

“Because... she,” you said quietly, “slept with him,”

JJ frowned, distancing you from him slightly, “the cop?! Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” you said disappointedly.

“God damn, Y/n.” He said shaking his head.

“Please don’t tell anyone, J. I don’t really know why I told you. I just I can trust you,” you sighed.

“Yeah...uh okay Y/n. I’m uh I’m gonna go,” he shrugged, then stood up.

“W-wait! I need you J, where do you have to go?” You asked innocently.

“Look, if you think I’m okay with this? I’m not. Sex with a cop? Are you fucking kidding? What about us? All summer!” JJ exclaimed.

“Hold on-“ you attempted to explain, because JJ thought it was you.

“No. You know what. I feel like shit for ever opening up to you. I need some space from you.” He said disgustedly.

You started balling again, “JJ. It wasn’t me! What’s wrong with you!” You said, deeply offended by that accusation. Both you and jj had slightly developed feelings for eachother, but denied them the whole summer.

No one ever acted on them.

“What’s wrong with me? You’re the slut!” JJ shouted.

“Excuse me?!” You screamed back, offended.

JJ sighed, he took off his red baseball hat and threw it on the ground.

“To me, Y/n, a slut sleeps with someone to get something out of it. And that’s what you fucking did,” JJ retaliated.

“Fuck you. It wasn’t even me,” you mumbled, walking past him and down the driveway.

You didn’t want to go home. You were planning on spending the night at John B’s, but JJ really hurt you.

JJ replayed the conversation in his head, trying to figure out what he missed.

He regretted shitting on you, name calling. That wasn’t him, and it certainly wasn’t you.

You never explicitly told him it was your mom, but JJ believed you, that it wasn’t you. Now you just needed to talk.

You arrived at your house after walking for nearly an hour. But you couldn’t go in, not when you saw a cop car parked outside.

This angered you. How could he be here again? How could your mother do this?

Suddenly, a car drove up behind you. You were afraid to look. In case it was another cop.

“Hey, Y/n,” you heard JJ’s voice call.

You were stubborn, so you didn’t turn around.

“I shouldn’t have called you that shit. And I shouldn’t have let you leave. Wanna...let me apologize with dinner? On me,” JJ beamed, pleading.

“That would be nice,” you fought a smile, hopping in the passenger seat next to him.

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smutggukk · 3 years

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“f*ck come here..” pulling me into a deep kiss, he runs his hand through my hair as I grip onto his collar pulling him closer, moaning as he holds onto both my thighs and rubs himself onto me, “shit, look how hard u made me..”

With a raspy chuckle, he throws his head back as I knead his clothed member, the thought of dominating him has been all over my mind, he’s always been the one who takes over. I’ve hesitated to ask since I’m afraid I’ll do terribly but It won’t hurt to try, it’s the perfect time as well..

“K-kook..” I mumble, he hums but he continues rolling his hips onto me, making it hard for me to speak, “jungkook wait..” I place my hands on his chest halting his movements as he looks at me worried, “what is it? Do u wanna stop?” I smile lightly and shake my head, “I just.. wanna do something..”

Looking at him with mischief in my eyes he tilts his head, “what is that ‘something?’” “Well.. I was thinking.. maybe- no can I.... dominate u?” I close my eyes waiting for his response, “judging from your shyness, I’m not sure..” “I’m not shy.. I’m just nervous, come on please? Just once.. and if u enjoy it then maybe I could dominate more-“

He shakes his head with a smirk placed on his lips, “let’s see how u do first, hm? Then maybe-“ cutting him off with a hungry kiss, I feel him smirking into the kiss as I jump down from the desk and lead him to the couch, in the corner of his office.

Quickly unbuttoning his shirt I straddle his lap, he helps by unbuckling his belt and removing his jeans, “someone’s impatient huh” teasing him, I remove his top and start kissing his collarbone area, creating love bites all over til’ his jaw, I feel his hand travel down to my ass and giving it a squeeze.

Squealing a little, I remove my top and bottoms, grinning as I grasp both his wrists “we’re gonna need to do something about these sneaky hands.. don’t u think?” He shakes his head, completely disagreeing with the idea of not being able to touch me, “no, don’t even think about it”

“Jungkook, come on.. just this once” quickly getting up before he responds I pull open the drawer to be met with handcuffs, clutching them I walk back to him with a cheeky smile on my face, he sighs in disbelief, “I cant believe I’m listening to u”

Feeling excitement rush through me, I cuff both his hands behind his back and sit on my knees, facing his crotch, biting his lips he spreads his legs, wanting nothing but to feel your lips wrapped around his already hard c*ck.

“Come on babe.. it’s starting to hurt..” Lifting my hand I stroke his d*ck in the slowest pace making him let out a curse along with a groan, “shit- faster baby.. please” stroking him faster, I rub his tip that’s already spurting out precum, licking my lips as I continue kneading his length, while my mouth wanting nothing but to devour and suck on it.

He was about to move his hand to caress your hair but then realizes he’s cuffed making him clench his jaw, shit why did he agree to this again? Knowing u would torture him, “f*ck p-princess, are you gonna suck me off now? I know you’re craving for it” he smirks, as I squint my eyes getting an idea.

“In one condition..” I say as my both my hands continue working on his c*ck, “..what is it?” “No cumming.”

Quickly taking him whole in my mouth, I hum as the tip of my tongue flops around him, breathlessly moaning he shuts his eyes feeling the way your thumbs fondle with the base of his shaft, “f-f*ck.. f-faster.. ple-ase..” I start bobbing my head up and down til his tip hits the back of my throat, I constantly gag as my grip on his thighs tighten.

“B-baby.. I need you so f*cking bad” stopping my movements I suck on his tip, tasting his precum, before getting up and removing both my underwear and bra, gently grabbing onto his chin I lift his head up and kiss him, as he uses his legs to pull me closer.

“Are you gonna un cuff me now? Hm..” he mumbles in between the kisses, “not yet” I wink before turning around and sitting right on his lap, his length slowly entering me, moaning out loud, I start rubbing against him, throwing my head back as his d*ck makes me feel full.

“Oh- baby you’re taking me in so well- shit” spreading my legs a little, while I briefly start bouncing on him, increasing my speed, the sound of my ass and thighs slapping against his thighs, biting his lips he catches a sight of my butt and feels even harder, wanting to spank you so bad if it wasn’t for the cuffs he would’ve done it dozens of times.

“Princess.. a-are you gonna spank your ass for me?” I slow down my movements before a smirk gets placed on my lips, raising my hand as I give myself a tight slap on the ass exactly like how he would do it, with a raspy chuckle he thrusts his hips up hitting my spot making me jolt up as I grab into his knees, “o-oh my- I’m cumming!” “babygirl, uncuff me now, I want to f*ck you so hard-

Quickly un cuffing him, he turns me around, grabbing onto his shoulders for balance he once again lifts his hips up repeatedly hitting my g spot, gasping I lean onto him, my nipples against his chest as I moan next to his ear, turning him on.

laying you on the couch he grabs your thighs, so close to his orgasm when he feels you clench around him only making him push into you harder, high pitched moans leaving your mouth as you finally cum breathing heavily, just as he was about to cum, he pulls out “open ur mouth wide”

Obeying him, he spurts out his juices as I suck on his tip, swallowing all his cum some dripping down my body, with his two fingers he manages to place some of his orgasm on them, he motions for me to suck them, my pure eyes looking into his as I suck on his fingers licking up his juices, he gulps feeling hard again.

I watch his d*ck tower back up, making me smirk, pushing him to lay on the couch, I hover over him tracing his abs with my fingertips, “I hope you enjoyed the way I dominated you cause you’ll be getting a second round”

*wink wonk* 😭

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 2 years

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Cry It Out

Prompt: omg, your black and child!purple stories are sooooo cuuutteee!! i have a request (which you absolute don’t have to do if you don’t wanna!) ! what if child purple somehow got hurt on the ship (it doesn’t have to be a big injury or anything- maybe they hurt themselves on a sharp piece of metal?) and purple is afraid to cry because they don’t want black to be upset with them? and black is like “nonono ur a kid ur allowed to cry” and is super protective and sweet to them? - anon

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Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse

Pairings: platonic all the way down, folks

Word Count: 2705

The instant the smell of blood hits Black’s senses they’re up out of the captain’s chair before the door has a chance to slide shut.

Medical bay is farthest from the engine rooms. Supplies won’t last until orbiters but they will last until Polus. No other ships are reported in the vicinity.

“Purple?” They curse when there’s no response. “Purple, where are you? Are you okay?”

They skid to a halt in the cafeteria and turn, slowly revolving on the spot as they close their eyes, trying to figure out where the smell is coming from.

There.

Black takes off again, barely bothering to keep from smashing into walls as they tear off toward Electrical. The door is closed and they fumble to get it open, waiting for the soft hiss of decompression with all the patience of a supernova.

“Purple?”

They round the corner around the lights panel and there they are. They flinch horribly when Black rushes up to them without warning, huddling in a crouch until Black drops to one knee, their hands raised.

“I’m sorry,” they murmur, “I didn’t mean to scare you, shh, shh, baby, it’s just me.”

“B-black?”

“Yeah,” Black says, giving their head a shake to get rid of the helmet, “see? It’s just me. No one else. I’m right here.”

Purple blinks. Black itches to reach for them, find what’s wrong, help them fix it, but they don’t seem to be in too much distress so it might be minor. This would…this would be the first time Black’s reacted like this to a human getting injured and smelling blood, but there is apparently a first time for everything.

“Did you…do you want something?”

Black blinks, focusing on Purple again. “I, uh, I smelled blood, baby, I was worried you were hurt.”

To their surprise—and dismay—Purple’s face goes pale as they scoot away from Black as much as they can, but they’re only favoring one arm. “N-no! No, I’m—I’m fine, you can go, I’m okay—“

“Whoa, whoa, hey.” Black holds their hands out in a placating gesture, shuffling forward a little. “It’s alright, baby, it’s me. Calm down, Purple, I’m not gonna hurt you and I’m not gonna be mad.”

Purple blinks, their eyes starting to glaze over. The smell of blood is stronger now, enough to make Black’s eyes water as they swallow the lump in their throat. Why the little one’s trust suddenly meant the world to them, they have no idea. But it does, and so, Black won’t move until Purple says it’s okay.

“It’s okay, baby,” Black says again, “it’s just me.”

Finally, finally, Purple settles, still crunched up on the floor, but no longer looking to scramble away. Black lets out a slow breath, nodding encouragingly when Purple tries to do the same.

Their eyelids flutter.

“Hey, baby,” Black tries, “can I come over to you?”

Purple nods.

“Thank you. I’m gonna…I’m gonna scoot over to you now, okay?” Black maneuvers less than gracefully over to them, gently resting a hand on their head. “Hey, baby, you wanna show me what’s wrong?”

“I’m okay.”

“I’m sure you are, baby, but I’d still like to see.” Black ruffles their hair. “I’m still a bit worried.”

Purple nods, letting their head rest on Black’s arm. Black chuckles.

“Did the scare wear you out that much? I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to…”

They trail off when they see the blood.

Black has seen a lot of injuries. They have inflicted a lot of injuries. They are no stranger to blood, no stranger to wounds. They have walked through rooms of carnage without flinching.

The gash in Purples’s shoulder is enough to draw bile up to their throat.

“Oh, Purple…”

Purple stiffens. Black immediately pulls away, worried their grip might’ve tightened accidentally, only for Purple’s hand to latch onto their sleeve.

“I’m sorry,” they stammer, “I’m—I’m sorry, I—“

“Shh, shh, shh, baby,” Black soothes, hushing that heartbreaking apology before it has the chance to go on any longer, “it’s alright, I’m not mad, remember? Can I have a look?”

Purple stares at their face. Black takes a breath, trying to unlearn years and years of training and let the masks go, let nothing but their unadulterated need to look after this child write itself plainly across their face.

Purple slowly offers their arm.

“Thank you, baby,” Black murmurs, reaching out and gingerly taking hold of the limb. “I’ll be gentle.”

The gash isn’t that severe. For a moment, they’d worried Purple’s sudden wooziness was due to blood loss, but the cut isn’t much more than a side effect of being on a ship that hasn’t been updated since the last major retrofit. Black presses their thumb carefully on either side, checking how deep it is, before letting out a sigh.

“Alright,” they murmur, “I don’t think you’ll need stitches, just a bandage and some salve. Can we get you to the medbay?”

Purple looks up at them. “I can…I can go?”

Fuck. “Yeah, baby, you can always go to medbay. You don’t need my permission.”

“Oh.”

“And you can use the bandages and creams in there if you need to, okay?”

“Okay.”

Black smiles, stuffing the rage down where it won’t hurt Purple. They ruffle their hair again. “Can we go now? Do you want me to carry you?”

Purple extends their arms wordlessly.

“Ready? Up we go.”

Purple buries their head in the crook of Black’s neck as Black scoops them carefully into their arms and begins to walk to the medbay. They set Purple gently down on one of the beds and grab what they need. They roll Purple’s sleeve up carefully and tear open an antiseptic wipe.

“This may sting a little bit,” they warn as they begin to clean the cut, “can you tell me what happened, baby?”

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize, baby, you didn’t do anything wrong, I just want to make sure you don’t get hurt again.”

Purple takes a deep breath. “I was…I was just looking at the panels and the ship jumped and I fell.”

“Turbulence is the worst, isn’t it?”

“Mhm.”

“Well, that’s okay, then, as long as you’re okay.”

Black starts to apply the cream, rubbing in slow circles with the tip of their little finger. Only when Purple jerks away from the cold do they realize Purple…isn’t looking at them.

“Baby?” They pause, resting their hand on Purple’s leg. “Baby, can you look at me for a second?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll stop, I just—“

“Shh, shh, shh, baby, don’t be so scared, it’s okay, it’s just me, remember?” Black tucks a stray piece of hair out of their face. “It’s just me, I won’t hurt you, I’m not mad at you, you’re okay, I just want you to look at me for a second.”

Purple takes another shuddering breath. Black waits, patience hanging by a thread.

“I’m trying not to,” they mumble, “it’s just—it’s just—“

“Not to what, baby,” Black asks when Purple won’t finish their sentence, “trying not to what?”

They get their answer when Purple slowly turns to look at them.

Black’s stomach clenches at the sight of red-rimmed eyes barely holding back tears and a quivering lower lip.

“I’m sorry,” Purple says again when Black’s stunned silence is all they get, “I’m—I’m trying not to, please don’t be mad.”

“…trying not to what, baby?”

Please don’t say cry. Please, for the love of all the gods that do not exist, do not say cry.

“…cry.”

Black is going to fly this ship back to MIRAHQ and eviscerate who did this to Purple.

“No, no, baby,” Black whispers, reaching up to gently stroke Purple’s cheek with their thumb, “you’re allowed to cry, it’s okay if you need to.”

“But they don’t like it when I cry.”

“They aren’t here right now,” Black says, gritting their teeth to shove the rage down, “it’s just you and me, baby. And I say if you’re upset and you want to cry, you can cry.”

Purple’s jaw wobbles and they clench it stubbornly.

“You’re hurt.” Black cups Purple’s face in their hands. “You’re hurt and you’re scared, baby, it’s okay if you need to cry.”

“It…it is?”

Black nods, a touch frantic as they quickly finish bandaging the wound and cupping Purple’s face again. “Humans need to cry, baby, that’s how it works. When you feel too much in here—“ they pat Purple’s chest— “it has to come out somehow.”

Purple’s gaze roams Black’s face as if searching for the lie and oh, no armies can help whoever did this if Black finds them, but that’s not important right now.

What is important is that Purple’s hands slowly start to reach for Black.

“It’s okay, baby,” they murmur, letting their human shape come out so Purple has something soft to hold onto, “it’s okay, I promise, it’s okay.”

“Black?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“B-Black—“

“I’m right here, I’m right here—come here—“

Opening their arms and letting Purple practically throw themselves at their chest is no hard decision, especially when their maw begins to rumble and nibble at Purple’s shirt. Black closes their eyes, willing themselves to soften into the perfect thing to cradle this poor frightened child and let them be a child. They pet Purple’s hair as Purple clings to them tightly, letting their breaths puff warm and steady onto the crown of Purple’s head.

They’ve heard it’s easier to cry when you feel safe, and so they turn the medbay into a haven.

They sag in relief when a damp spot starts to grow on their shoulder.

“That’s it, baby,” they murmur, lips brushing their temple, “that’s it…you’re okay, now, you’re okay…”

Then the sobs start.

Purple’s breathing hitches. Their hands tighten their grip on Black’s shirt. They tense, starting to panic, trying to pull away, to make it stop, and Black is going to punch something because what child has forgotten what it feels like to cry?

“Shh, shh, easy, baby,” they whisper, their own voice thick as Purple’s fear grows, “it’s okay, it’s okay, this is what happens when you cry, it’s okay.”

“B-Black, I—I don’t like it, I don’t like it—“

“Don’t fight it, baby, your body’s trying to let it out.”

“I can’t breathe—“

“You can, baby, I promise.” Black starts taking big breaths, encouraging Purple to try along with them. “Just let it happen, baby, let it out. Better out than in.”

It’s a certain type of excruciating, having someone relearn how to cry against you. Having them relearn that they must give up some degree of control over their breathing, that their chest will heave without consent as the sobs grow harder and harder to muffle. Having them clutch terrified at your clothes, wondering what’s going on, why it hurts if it’s supposed to help, why they can’t stop it. Having them whirl through desperation, confusion, terror all within seconds of each other as your shirt grows damp from their tears.

Black weathers it without complaint.

After a long, long time, Purple sags against them, too light in their arms, heart too heavy for Black’s comfort. Black guides their head back just enough to see their puffy little face, to cup a hand around a red cheek and murmur how proud they are.

“That was a lot, wasn’t it?” Purple nods weakly. “I know, I know, baby, it’s okay now.”

Purple can do nothing but blink numbly at them.

“Are you tired now, baby? I’ll bet, that seemed like it was exhausting.”

Another nod.

“Can I look after you a bit more, baby?” Black runs a thumb over their cheek. “It looks like you need it.”

Purple’s fingers curl nervously into Black’s shirt.

“Okay, baby, I gotcha.” Black carefully scoops them into their arms again and makes their way to the crew quarters. They set Purple down on a much more comfortable bed. “Wait here for a moment, I’ll be right back. I’m just gonna go into the bathroom, you’ll see me the whole time.”

Indeed, they never feel Purple’s gaze leave them as they grab a cup, fill it with water, and one of the snacks packs Purple likes.

“Here,” they say as they crouch back down, “drink this for me.”

Purple looks at the glass as they take it.

“Crying makes you dehydrated,” Black explains softly, “I’m sure your head might hurt a little bit right now, huh?”

Purple nods.

“This’ll help. Try and drink the whole thing, okay? It’s okay if it takes you a minute.”

It does take a minute, but Purple finishes the entire glass, and Black smiles proudly. They exchange it for the snack pack and don’t have to say a word before Purple opens the bag and begins to eat.

“Good, baby,” Black says as they take the empty bag, “you did really good, yeah? I’m proud of you, this isn’t easy.”

Purple nods, looking a little less poofy.

“Can you try and take a shower for me?” Purple tilts their head. “Crying takes a lot out of you, it can make you feel kinda sweaty and gross.”

Purple nods, their nose wrinkling a little. Black chuckles.

“It doesn’t have to be a long one if you don’t want—or it can be long if you want,” they say as they offer a hand to Purple, “but it’ll help.”

They lead Purple to the bathroom, turning their back to check the water’s warm enough as Purple watches. They reach out to take Purple’s hand and guide it under the water.

“Is that temperature okay?” Purple nods. “Okay. I’m going to go get some fresh clothes for you, you take as long as you need. I’ll be right outside, if you need me, just call or knock three times, I’ll hear you.”

Purple nods. Black ruffles their hair and leaves them to it.

The bathroom door closes behind them and they take a deep, slow breath.

Not now. Purple is the only one here. Purple needs looking after. Purple needs to be safe.

Their maw snarls and Black can’t really find it in them to disagree. But Purple is more important. Purple is more important.

They knock lightly when they come to leave the fresh clothes, taking the old ones to throw in the washers and sitting on the bed to wait. A few moments later, they hear the water shut off and the quiet rustle of clothes. They look up and smile when Purple reemerges.

“Hey, baby,” they call, opening their arms, “good job. You wanna come here?”

They savor the thrill when Purple crawls into their lap without hesitation.

“Hey, there, you doing better?” Purple nods against their neck. “I’m glad. Are you still tired?”

Another nod.

“Do you want to lie here a bit with me?” They chuckle when Purple tries to push them to lie down. “Okay, baby, hold on, let’s get under the covers.”

Black tucks them in, using a few tendrils to make sure the blankets are nice and snug, one brushing Purple’s hair back out of their face. Purple, the sweet little thing, is half asleep by the time they get fully settled and it only takes a few minutes of carding their hand through their hair for sweet Purple to doze off right there, in their arms.

Black smiles, their maw rumbling contentedly at the comforting weight of the child on top of them, before their grip tightens protectively.

Somewhere, there is someone who can answer for what has happened to Purple.

For their sake, Black hopes they never cross Black’s path.

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 3 years

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it rlly do b a sad girl hrs type of time 😔 been rlly busy & stressed lately, just want to b held vibes sO I bring u coming into the jazz bar after being in a slump all week n as u settle in front of soonyoung & he asks u how the day’s been with his signature smile u can only smile weakly in return. he immediately notices smth’s off n reaches across the bar to take ur hands n look into ur eyes questioningly as u shake them off. The whole ride back to ur apartment after his shift - (1/2) 🐥

he can’t help but b concerned n keeps glancing at u. once ur inside n settle on the bed he’s kissing u gently as u begin to sigh n relax into his arms and he nervously asks if he can try smth different today. rather than the desperate passion n hands on each other ur used to he kisses softly down ur body n cradles u, an unsaid whisper and care of how precious u r to him behind each touch - (2/2) 🐥

Chick. Chickie sweetie *deep breath* how, my dear sweet chickadee, do you manage to fuck me up in the best way possible every time you send asks for this au?

I AM IN SAD GAY GIRL HOURS AND YOU DO THIS TO ME THE E M O T I O N IT H U R T S

Bruh

Girl

Hold on i need a minute

Right, okay.

Listen the way you just don’t wanna tell him. Like your friends are like “Girl you go to that bar a lot should we be concerned? Are you getting plastered there all the time? Is it time to worry?” And you like you tell them it’s all good and you’ve just made friends with the people there because you’re honestly afraid to admit to anyone, let alone yourself and certainly not to him, that Soonyoung isn’t just a fling. That he sets your whole ass heart and flame and he’s your sunshine and you’re fucking terrified that he won’t feel the same way. At this point you know it. You know the L word is right there on your tongue and if you say it the whole thing is gonna come crashing to the fucking ground so you're just gonna torture yourself because at least you have some part of him and that’s better than nothing.

I am listening to sad gay music yall someone stop me why do i do this to myself????

It doesn’t stop you from going straight to the bar at the end of a shit week. Just being in front of him makes you feel better, even if you’re not as flirty as usual. And the poor boy is so distracted all shift that Minji let’s him go half an hour early because he’s so off when you’re so clearly upset but won’t admit it or tell him what happened that week to make you so upset.

He’s so gentle as he ushers you out and you can’t figure out why it hurts your heart so damn much that he’s being so sweet. Your week was shitty on it’s own but now you’re in your feelings and just s a d. And he speaks with you gently all the way to his place, trying to make you smile and only succeeding a few times. He takes your hand to bring you inside and why does that make your heart ache? Why are you feeling so much heartbreak?

And when you get inside you just throw yourself at him. You’re kissing at him and pulling off his clothes and for the first time he seems hesitant. Still, he stumbles to the bedroom with you. But by the time you’re both down to your underwear you start murmuring that you want it rough but you sound choked up and he gets more concerned. He finally grabs your wrists and holds your hands down and asks you to look at him.

He’s about to ask what’s wrong but the something in your face looks like that question might just break you. He asks if he can do something differently. And you’re caught off guard but agree. He tells you to just lay back and relax and you try, falling into it more and more as he kisses down your body and settles between your legs.

For the first time he’s slow. He never hurts you but he’s never usually gentle and it makes you feel so relaxed and cared for. You let your fingers run through his hair as he eats you out, trying very hard to swallow down all your feelings. He’d bring you to climax on his tongue and would have kept doing if you weren’t pulling him close and murmuring that you want him.

He’d be so slow as he pushes into you. He’d rest his forehead against yours and hold you and you feel so safe and warm and like everything is right in that moment as he rolls his hips into you. And he looks you in the eye, his lips parting as if you say something and before he does something in you breaks.

You start to break down, holding him close with even more desperation than he’s used to, different desperation. Not like you need to cum, like you don’t want him to leave. He wouldn’t move from inside you but he would hug you so tight against him and tell you it was alright, cuddling with you and telling you to let it out and you can’t hold back the tears.

They flow and flow until they finally stop, like you couldn’t find any more if you tried. And he looks so sad and you can’t figure out why because you don’t know how ability broken you look. He’d only pull out of you then, telling you to wait for a moment. He’d run you a bath and help you there, not asking you to talk. He’d clean you off and give you some of his clothes as pjs and tell you that you didn’t have to leave tonight.

And you agree numbly, no idea where to start and not sure you even could. Your complicated web of feelings is only getting more complicated. He would pull you against his chest and wrap you in his arms and rub your back as you fell asleep your heart at once haling and breaking in two.

#bruh when i said sad girl hours I MEANT IT APPARENTLY #chick anon #jazz bar #i have so many writing plans #but believe me when i say i am very excited to turn this into an actual mini series one day #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #svt imagines #svt smut #seventeen angst #svt angst #hoshi imagines #hoshi smut #soonyoung imagines #soonyoung smut #kwon soonyoung imagines #also laksdja i hope you dont mind how angsty this getting #this whole au gives me feels and i love getting deeper into emotion #anon

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bearseokie · 4 years

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you're being stalked | Got7 Reaction

request: Heyo I was wondering if you could do a got7 comfort reaction where their girlfriend wants to go shopping but last time when she was alone these creepy dudes kept following her. And they don't believe her until they go with her and it happens. Sorry if this is a touchy subject, you don't have to write about it if u don't want to. It uh sorta happened to me before so i was just wondering how they would react. I love ur writing so much especially trash panda yuggie. Have a good hiatus 💚💚

[warnings]: fear (trigger warning: stalking!)

A/N: as much as i wish to have protective got7 around, this is a very serious issue that happens way more often than it should. please, if you ever experience these situations, handle them cautiously. ask for help. carry mace, alarms, lock your car doors, stay around other people. someone will help you.

got7 m.list | navi.

Mark:

Rushing home in a panic, you didn't even have time to text Mark about what you experienced. Attempting to get some groceries for the weekend had turned into a full stakeout session, hiding in every corner you could before you finally escaped the building and made it to your car safely.

Two men had trailed you throughout most of the store, pretending to search for things when employees would walk by to look less suspicious. It was hard enough to keep yourself together, and their quick pace made it to where you couldn't even think straight.

Mark noticed how red your cheeks were when you made it through the front door, a sign of discomfort making him immediately move towards you and ask what was wrong. Explaining what happened, his teeth clenched. Turning around, his keys slid off the table into his hand, grabbing your wrist. You asked him where you were going, eyes watery as you blinked rapidly.

"To get some groceries, and hopefully we run into them again so I can take pictures and we can file a report."

Jaebeom:

You were meant to be leaving to go Christmas shopping over an hour ago. Sat in your car in the parking lot of your apartment complex, the key wasn't even in the ignition, but your hands were on the wheel. Shaking at the idea of running into the same, creepy men that had followed you around the mall last time you went shopping alone, you couldn't bring yourself to even drive.

Hand running over your temple, a knock on the window caused you to jump, Jaebeom's concerned look making you frown. Placing the key in and turning it, you pressed the button for your window to glide down.

"Hey, I thought you left already, what's going on?" he asked, arms crossing on the sill of the window as he bent to look at your face.

Slowly explaining the situation to him, you watched Jaebeom's expression shift, bottom lip sucking in between his teeth before he nodded. Moving to open the door, he gestured for you to get out. Sliding down onto the pavement, his arms wrapped around you, placing a kiss on your temple.

"Get in the passenger's seat, I'll drive. I won't let anyone get near you."

Jackson:

Jackson noticed the guys before you did, the consistent stares enough to make you peer over your shoulder at them. You tried to shrug them off, but Jackson was boiling in anger as they checked you out from afar.

The chair squeaked when he stood, sliding the metal seat back before he made his way towards them. From the looks of the conversation, you could tell he had lost his patience and respect, and now he was laying out flat threats to get them off your back.

The men looked embarrassed, short sentences exchanged before they stepped back and headed towards the exit. Jackson's face was red by the time he sat back down, but his eyes softened when he noticed your worried face.

"They won't bother you anymore," he said, trying to form a smile through the rage he felt.

You weren't entirely scared, having been watched before had sadly become a regular occurrence, but Jackson wasn't standing for it.

"If anyone ever looks at you like that again or tries to follow you around, please tell me." his toothless smile made you feel comforted, returning it as his hand slid over the table to hold onto yours.

Jinyoung:

Jinyoung was a skeptic, wanting to believe you but also understanding that the men might have just been looking for something that happened to be near you. Hand in hand walking through the mall after you called him from the bathroom crying, his hold was tight as his gaze fell on the two men you described.

"That's them?" he asked, head gesturing towards the guys standing close to the women's clothing shop. With a short nod, his grip loosened on your hand, looking around before his eyes found a security guard.

Pulling you along, the guard noticed your dried tears, Jinyoung's angered explanation making the guard's forehead crease. Leaving both of you, you witnessed him go up to the two men, escorting them towards the stairs.

"He said they've received complaints about them for a while now, but they didn't have faces to match the descriptions. If you hadn't of called me, they would still be wandering around here stalking people." his eyes were soft, hand caressing your cheek to remove the last few tears escaping. "You did the right thing. I'm glad you're so strong."

Youngjae:

He noticed your nervousness before you even left the house, your grip on your bag tight as you stared the front door down. Scared to leave, his cocked eyebrow was in your vision when he stood before you.

"Still scared because you were followed?" he asked, tone gentle and caring as he pulled you into his chest. "Please don't be. I called the store and reported those guys and they said that it was taken care of."

You knew this, and yet the underlining fear that it would happen again was still there. With a light sigh, he kissed your forehead, releasing you to grab his wallet and keys.

"Why don't I go with you, that way you won't be so nervous, okay?"

You felt worse that he had to tag along, but when you arrived at the store immediately breathing in fresh coffee, Youngjae was practically pulling you along to buy some stuff, the smile on his face calming you.

BamBam:

He was beyond pissed when he returned to you in the store only to find you hiding in the dressing rooms because you were followed. BamBam had made direct eye contact with the guy, and yet he didn't think twice that anything was wrong.

Pulling you from the chair, his arms wrapped around you, hand caressing the back of your head as he held you to him. You explained how the guy found you when you were looking at some new shoes, and how he got way too close for comfort before you grabbed a jacket and rushed back into the small room to get away.

Lifting the jacket from the handle on the wall, he shrugged, laying it over his arm as he led you out towards the check out counter. Instead of walking up to the cashier, he made a b-line for the man, piercing eyes drilling imaginary holes into him as he spat swears at him. Ending the situation, the man sent you an apology before leaving, the cashier already on the phone calling in a complaint about the creepy guy.

"See," he smiled at you, pulling you under his arm. "I've got it handled."

Yugyeom:

You were walking weird when you caught up to Yugyeom in the store, his arm immediately wrapping over your shoulders.

"What's wrong?" he asked, a pout on his lips as he looked at you from the side, walking you into a video game aisle to ease the tension in your neck.

You told him about the creepy guy at the bathrooms that saw you go in and waited for you to come out. They only vanished when Yugyeom put his arm around you, and now you were on high alert.

Yugyeom didn't falter, walking you over to the counter to ask the cashier if he could call for security. It was a matter of minutes before the suited man was escorted away, Yugyeom giving him a dirty look as his hold tightened around you.

"Never be afraid to speak up about someone scaring you or following you around," he said gently, guiding you with his hand on your lower back as you looked over the newly released games. "I'd never let anyone hurt you."

#got7 #got7 reactions #got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #mark tuan #im jaebeom #im jaebum #jackson wang #park jinyoung #choi youngjae #bambam #kim yugyeom #this subject is very worrisome so please just look after yourselves #triggers #got7.headcanon

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jougogo · 4 years

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tsukki, iwa, daichi, kuroo, sakusa, akaashi, and shibayam with an s/o who’s afraid of needles getting a flu shot

a/n: wrote this in honor of me getting of me getting my flu shot yesterday and NOT CRYING FOR THE FIRST TIME WOW WE LOVE GROWTH

characters: tsukishima kei, hajime iwaizumi, sawamura daichi, kuroo tetsuro, sakusa kiyoomi, akaashi keiji, shibayama yuuki

tw: mentions of needles

tsukishima

"kei, i don't like needles," you whined

"well, you still have to get them. are you really this weak? i thought you were stronger," he responded nonchalantly

ok that pissed you off

"HMPHH I'LL PROVE IT TO YOU"

but once you were on the seat with the shiny syringe right in front of you?

all that confidence was g o n e

"remember, you said you'd prove it to me." he smirked

you gulped and shut your eyes tightly

you could've sworn you felt his hand rest on your thigh as the shot was administered

you don't know what you were expecting, but the sting was only momentary and within a couple seconds, you were finished.

"ouch." you quietly yelped.

"see, you were just being a dramatic. tsk, weakling," he flicked your forehead

nurse looked kinda concerned ngl

but afterwards he'll carry your bags for you and open the doors bc he's proud

"good job, my weakling,"

"tsukki istg"

iwaizumi

iwa knew about your fear of needles

he found out when he noticed you grip the pushpin tightly between your fingers everytime you have to pin sticky notes to the corkboard you had above your desk

so when it was flu shot season, he'll def volunteer to get it done together w you

iwa bby being such a gentlemen gahh i cant

i can see oikawa as someone who was prob also afraid of needles, so iwa knew how to handle situations like this

"iwa-chan but they're pricking my arm and i'm gonna be numb how am i going to practice volley-"

b o n k

"get over it brattykawa"

jkjk he'll be so gentle and patient with you

"hey hey it's okay, dont look at the needle. look at me" he turned your face towards his, cupping your cheek to prevent you from seeing the syringe from your peripheral vision

you gazed into his pretty green eyes.

oh, how they resembled a lush rainforest, full of tropical plants and-

before you could even realize it, the needle jabbed into your tender arm

"ouch," you groaned, leaning your head against his muscled chest.

"see, you did it!" he congratulated you, his lips curving into a small smile as he patted your head

he rolled up the sleevs of his t-shirt to reveal gloriously toned beefy biceps as the nurse administered his flu shot

ok this view is def worth the pain

as expected, he took it like a champ. manz didn't even tense up

afterwards he'll take you out for ice cream hehe

daichi

when you confessed to daichi about your fear, he was so confused

"but i see you sewing stuff all the time?"

"dai that's different im not sticking the needle in my body bro"

ohhh ok ok now he gets it

he'll be so supportive the entire time!

"hey, i know you'll do great, okay? you're the bravest person i've ever met. you dont think a little thin piece of metal will get to you, do you baby?" he whispered reassuring words into your ear and brushing a stray piece of hair away from your face

when it was time for the nurse to give you the shot, you curled your body towards him ever-so-slightly

but he noticed and he thought it was the cutest thing

"hey, i'll protect you, don't worr-" he was cut off

you were gripped his shirt tightly in your fist and wincing at the pain

"ow ow ow" you mumbled into his shoulders as you felt the sting

"you're doing so good, sweetheart," he ran his hand up and down your back, attempting to sooth you

when it's all finally over he'll drive you over to his place so he can cuddle and "protect" you from the scary movie he very conveniently insisted on playing.

kuroo

"babe, you know you have to get your flu shot. what if you accidentally pass a deadly flu to my grandpa? you'd have to stop coming over to my house,"

your loving boyfriend kuroo was currently trying to get you to release your tight grip from the front door of your house

"i don't want to get your grandpa sick, but i don't want to have a needle poke me," you wailed, tears flowing down your cheek

he got tired and just carried you in his strong arms to the car and drove to the hospital, despite your protests

"THIS IS KIDNAPPING TETSU, YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME," you screamed

he just whistled and rolled down the windows so everyone can hear

ofc, you shut up right then and there

"i'll get you back for this," you hissed

once you got to the hospital, you had no other choice but to oblige to kuroo as he dragged you through the halls to the vaccination rooms

the nurse was kind, but your heart was pounding

"te-tetsu, will you hold my hand" you whimpered when the nurse went to retrieve the tray

"of course, babygirl", he replied, putting his hands on top of your trembling ones

his large hands completely enveloped yours

when the nurse pricked the syringe into your arm, he squeezed your hands

"see, that wasn't too bad, right?"

"yeah, whatever" *sniffle sniffle*

also the type to take you for ice cream afterwards.

sakusa

"you may not come near me until you have received your flu shot," your beloved boyfriend declared

"omi omi but i need you. and also we were just cuddling this morning bruh" you pouted. "please please please will you come with me" *cue the puppy eyes*

"fine" he grunted.

at the hospital he refuses to sit next to you, insisting that he stands def not bc he's concerned abt the germs on the seat

when you froze upon seeing the needle, he put one of his big hands on your shoulder

"you can hold my hand,"

"really?"

"don't make me take it back"

"okie"

you put your other hand on top of his, your arm draping across your body

his fingers intertwined around yours and clasped it when you winced at the pain

he'll draw you a bath when you get home and wash your body for you!!

so sweet and loving 10/10 experience

akaashi

you were currently hiding under a desk

specifically, the doctor's desk

"my love. it's no use if you hide, we're already here," akaashi sighed

he spent the last 2 hours dragging you to the nearest clinic for a flu shot

"you need to protect yourself so you don't get hurt," he had explained calmly

only for you, his sassy s/o to retort

"so why are you dragging me to a clinic just so i can get punctured by a needle? isn't that like, pain? which im supposed to protect myself from?"

someone help this poor bby boy

but somehow he had managed to lure you into the clinic

"alright. this is the last level i have to conquer. and then everything should be fine again" he thought to himself.

just the shot. just a lil pinch. right?

w r o n g

you were hysterical and sobbing

frankly, he felt really bad. but this had to happen at some point, right? after all, your fear of needles had started since you were a child. he was bound to have experienced something like this, as your dutiful boyfriend

he actually felt really bad

so he turned to the method that has worked for him time and time again to sooth his anxiety

"here, play with my fingers, it'll distract you" he reached out his hand to you and helped you out from under the desk

it worked!!

when the nurse came back, he rubbed the back of your hand, a silent "im here for you"

definitely lots of comfort and cuddles afterward!

"see, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

shibayama

the syringe was right in front of you and the nurse was currently disinfecting your arm with the alcohol wipe.

when he saw you tense up at the touch, he'll whisper lots of reassuring words into your ears

"hey. you got this, i promise! it'll just be a little sting, and the pain is only temporary."

when he saw tears welling up in your eyes, he'll swipe them away with his thumb, caressing your cheeks.

"make me proud,"

how could you say no to his puppy eyes??

"i'll try, yuuki," you sniffled

he put his hand on your shoulder, gently drumming his fingers to the tune of your favorite song to help distract you

his other hand rubbing your palm

after everything's done, he'll give the bandaid little kisses!!

awwww he's trying to kiss ur pain away my sweet baby

he wants you to know that even through pain, he'll be there by your side.

will take you out for ice cream pt.3

tags!!: @aka-a-shii (anna thank you for getting me into writing i hope i did akaashi justice), @toshisgarden (ily big sis mwah) @gigis-galaxy(bc ILY GIGI)

#the fact the 80% of these are based on my past experiences...#i-this is embarrassing #haikyū!!#haikyuu!!#tsukishima x reader #haikyuu tsukishima #iwaizumi x reader #hq iwaizumi #daichi x you #daichi headcanon #kuroo x you #kuroo headcanons #hq sakusa #sakusa #akaashi #akaashi x you #haikyuu shibayama #shibayama

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Unexpected (but I'm worth it) (branjie) - writworm42

A/N: I wanted to write another virginity fic but this time a) lesbian, b) w V as the virgin. Because Holtz messaged me the other day and pointed out that 1st Position would be Excellent inspiration for a first time fic, and y'all know what? She was right, and she should say it

Title from 1st Position by Kehlani. THANK YOU HOLTZ for beta-ing and leaving me laughing so hard w ur comments fdhsfjkh LOVE U <3

Brooke can’t help but feel like something is very, very wrong.

It’s not that things are bad between her and Vanessa; on the contrary, they’re doing better than ever, better than any of Brooke’s previous relationships when they went this long. She and Vanessa see each other every week, cuddle and hold hands and kiss in public and feel secure when they don’t. They feel comfortable quadruple-texting, and safe not to text at all when they’re having a bad day. They’ve met each other’s friends, and for the past couple of weeks, Vanessa’s been hinting that she might want Brooke to be her date the next Mateo family reunion.

But Vanessa’s never spent the night, and as much as it wouldn’t bother Brooke normally, somehow lately, it’s felt… different. Like something has shifted, in the strangest of ways.

Brooke notices it first when they’re watching a movie together. A sex scene flashes across the screen, and Vanessa shifts in her seat, presses her legs together a little. But when Brooke asks if she’s turned on, teases her a little for it, Vanessa blushes and mumbles that Brooke should drop it. The next time Brooke feels the shift, it’s when they’re making out, and Vanessa grinds her hips into Brooke a little more aggressively than usual. Only the minute that Brooke responds by grinding back, Vanessa pulls away and apologizes, saying she needs a minute. And then there’s the time that Brooke brings up sex directly, telling a story she thinks is funny about an ex she thinks Vanessa doesn’t feel jealous of. Vanessa listens quietly, looking progressively more uneasy until Brooke skips to the end, and Vanessa looks relieved.

Something is definitely wrong, and whatever it is, it definitely has to do with sex.

“Why don’t you just ask her about it?” Scarlet sounds matter-of-fact on the phone, like it’s the easiest thing in the world, and Brooke feels a flash of irritation at the suggestion.

“ Because, ” she hisses, “There might be a reason she’s so touchy, and it might be really personal. We’ve only been dating for five months, Scarlet. Five months is so early to disclose some things! What if she’s touchy because she’s a survivor? Or has a social anxiety disorder? Or autism and she’s insecure about reading the signs of whether I’m ready for sex? Or has a phobia of sex or something? Those happen, you know, because of OCD or internalized homophobia or super strict upbringings…”

“Yeah, we know you have issues, Brooke, no need to project them onto Vanessa.” Scarlet scoffs, and Brooke has had it, she really has. It was a mistake to even bring it up, let alone with Scarlet. Sure, Scarlet is intelligent and creative, but the girl possesses the EQ of a gnat, and it’s very clear she won’t be of any help. She should have asked Nina, Nina would’ve been better—

“Have you considered that she might be insecure about sex because she’s still a virgin?”

Brooke stops in her tracks, the suggestion hitting her square in the face.

Of course. It explains why Vanessa seems to be hinting that she wants it, but then pulling back, and why she won’t spend the night. Why Vanessa looks like she wants to say something but can’t whenever Brooke makes a sexual joke at an ex’s expense.

God, Brooke is an idiot.

“I’m not saying you have to kick the door down and start screaming about autism or abuse or exposure therapy, girl.” Scarlet continues, and this time, Brooke listens. “I’m just saying, starting with a question and a disclaimer that she doesn’t need to tell you anything she doesn’t want to isn’t a bad thing. It’s good. Shows that you want to know what’s going on with her, make it better. Everyone should be so lucky to have someone like that in their life.”

Holy shit. If the suggestion that Vanessa may still be a virgin isn’t already enough to shake Brooke, the words that have just come from Scarlet’s mouth certainly are. Because Scarlet is right .

Brooke checks over her shoulder for flying pigs before turning back to the phone, still a little in awe at how obvious her friend’s advice is, how good it is. “You’re a genius, you know that?”

“Yeah, I do.” Scarlet’s voice is casual, but Brooke knows that she’s probably grinning madly on the other side of the line, overjoyed at the praise. It’s kind of cute to think about.

“Just let me know how it goes, okay?”

“Alright, will do.” Brooke nods. “And Scarlet?”

“Mhm?”

“Thanks.”

–

Brooke keeps it casual the next time she sees Vanessa, trying to make everything seem as normal and calm as possible.

Only inside she’s a nervous wreck, visions of what can go wrong spinning in her head. What if Vanessa gets offended or defensive? What if she shuts the conversation down, and then things get awkward between them? What if for whatever reason, they fight? What if Vanessa really does have some kind of baggage, and even if she doesn’t open up to Brooke, it brings up bad feelings or memories for her?

No. Brooke takes a deep breath in, forcing the thoughts out as she exhales. Now isn’t the time for anxiety. If she’s going to spin out about it, she might as well not do it. If she’s going to broach this topic, be ready for Vanessa’s answer, she needs to have a clear, level head. She can’t make this all about herself and how she feels.

Right now, everything needs to be about what’s best for Vanessa.

“Man, you off your game today.” Vanessa grins as she puts a few more letters down on their scrabble bored, poking the tiles softly as she tallies up her points. Twenty, all from adding an ‘E-D’ at the end of a word on a double word score tile. Brooke could have done it if she’d been focused; she would have done it if she were focused. Instead, she’s lagging by about thirty points and still trying to stop her head from spinning.

Fuck. She needs to get out of her head and into the game, or she’s going to lose both her winning streak and her opportunity to talk to Vanessa.

She puts down ‘C-A’ to make ‘CAD’ and winces when she realizes it’s only earned her six points.

“Brooke?” Vanessa prods again, her voice softer this time, and Brooke looks up to see that Vanessa’s grin has fallen away, concern painted on her face instead. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m…” Brooke trails off, then takes yet another deep breath before she can make any more excuses for herself.

No; no more running. She needs to address this, and needs to address it now.

“I wanted to talk to you about something, and I guess I’m a little nervous about it, because I don’t want to bring it up in a way that’s, like, insensitive, I guess? I just don’t want to hurt your feelings, or make you feel bad, or bring up anything that you don’t want to talk about, not that you have to talk about anything you don’t want to–”

“Brooke.” Vanessa brings her hands up to stop Brooke in her tracks, the ghost of a smile returning to the shorter woman’s face despite herself. “Slow down, baby. It’s okay.”

There’s a pause while Brooke catches her breath, calms herself down a little, and then Vanessa looks back up at Brooke, her face serious again.

“This is about how horny I’ve been lately, ain’t it?” Vanessa asks, staring at Brooke intently. “It’s okay, you can be honest with me. I know you’ve noticed.”

“Yeah.” Brooke shakes her head, her stomach settling down completely once the confession is out. “It’s not that I’m mad about it or anything, I’m just… It’s like you keep starting to initiate something, then pull back, and I’m worried that maybe I’m doing something wrong?”

“Oh, baby, no!” Vanessa takes Brooke’s hand, her face softening with sympathy. “It’s not you, don’t worry ‘bout it. It ain’t anything like that. It’s more that–Well, I guess I mean–I’m…”

“You’re a virgin, and you want to sleep with me but you’re embarrassed and worried you won’t be good enough for me?”

Vanessa looks at Brooke, surprised, and retracts her hand. “How did you know?”

“Scarlet had a hunch.” Brooke snorts, and Vanessa rolls her eyes, smiling a little despite herself.

“Yeah, that’s what it is. It’s not that I’m ashamed of it or anything. I mean, you already know I’m a romantic. I was just tryna wait for the right person. And now…well, I think I found her. And suddenly I’m afraid I might mess it up.”

Aww. Brooke feels her heart melt, and can’t help but smile as she reaches across the table to grab Vanessa’s hand again, patting it gently. “Listen, you won’t. I would never think anything bad about you. I love you, okay? By default, it’s gonna be good because of that. And anyway, things always get better with practice, right?”

“Right.” Vanessa still sounds a little skeptical, but her face evens out when Brooke leans over and meets Vanessa’s lips halfway over the table to give her a little kiss.

“You already know what to do, I promise.” Brooke reassures her. “Just let your instincts guide you, and I’ll teach you the rest, alright?”

“Alright.” Vanessa smiles, squeezing Brooke’s hand back, and Brooke relaxes, finally sure that everything’s going to be okay.

“So…”

“So.” Brooke laughs. “Let’s put on a movie and see where it goes, yeah?”

Vanessa doesn’t even have to say anything, nor give it a second thought; without skipping a beat, she’s pushing herself up from the table and grabbing Brooke’s arm, dragging her towards her bedroom.

–

They’re only about half an hour into Ghostbusters when Vanessa’s head finds its way to Brooke’s lap, and Brooke finds herself stroking Vanessa’s hair as they pretend to watch the movie. It’s nice, cozy, even, and Brooke is content to keep feeling the softness of Vanessa’s hair, keep hearing the soft sighs of pleasure she lets out as her eyes flutter closed, then open, then closed again. To stay like this forever with Vanessa, just the two of them and the movie in their own world.

Only then Vanessa squirms a little, and whines in protest when Brooke pulls her hand away. And after a few more moments of restlessness from the shorter woman, Brooke notices that Vanessa’s legs are squeezed together, moving more than any other part of her body.

Oh.

Brooke smiles, a sudden flash of arousal stirring between her legs. Looks like things are about to get interesting.

“You alright, baby girl?” she brings her hand down from Vanessa’s hair to stroke her cheek lightly, gleefully biting down on her lip when Vanessa shivers at the touch. “You seem a little distracted.”

“I’m— Oh. ” Vanessa sighs when Brooke brings her hand lower still, trailing her fingertips along Vanessa’s body at a snail’s pace and delighting in every goosebump that appears in their wake.

“I’m okay, I’m just—“ Vanessa cuts off suddenly, letting out a whimper and beginning to squirm again when Brooke’s hand finally reaches her chest.

“You’re what, sweetheart?” Brooke watches Vanessa intently as she starts to explore the younger woman’s breasts over her shirt, feeling and experimenting, waiting to see her reaction, making sure she knows that she can get away if she wants to.

“I’m… oh, fuck, Brooke, keep doing that…” Vanessa melts into Brooke’s touch as she finally palms one of her tits, squeezing and massaging it gently, just a little warm-up.

“There we go,” she purrs, “that feel good, Ness? You like it when Mami plays with you like this?”

The nickname isn’t new—it’s something Vanessa’s thrown around a lot, a title she pulls out whenever she wants to reel Brooke into the palm of her hand. It always works, of course, earning her kisses and cuddles and occasionally a completely free dinner. It’s not something Brooke dislikes, either; in fact, it makes her feel powerful, sexy, even. Like she’s in control, because Vanessa wants her to be. So it feels completely right to use now, and if the way Vanessa nods eagerly is any indication, it seems she’s made the right choice.

“Yes, Mami, fuck, I like it so much.” Vanessa moans, leaning into Brooke’s touch.

“Good, I’m glad.” Brooke praises, and fuck it, she’s proud of herself, relieved that she’s actually helping Vanessa, actually making her feel good. Showing her that she’s made the right decision, not just in doing what they’re doing now, but in deciding to share it with Brooke.

Still, there are plenty more things Brooke wants to show Vanessa, and she knows she’d better get to it.

“You know, there’s lots of other ways I can make you feel good, too.” Brooke leans down to plant a teasing kiss on Vanessa’s jaw, smiling against Vanessa’s skin when the shorter woman whimpers and squirms a little more. “What d’you think, baby, want me to show you? Want Mami to make you feel all nice, teach you everything she knows?”

Vanessa doesn’t even have to hesitate this time.

“Yes, Mami, fuck, please, yes. ”

“Good girl.” Brooke forces herself to keep her movements slow and exploratory as she continues to touch Vanessa, moving her hand away from her chest and down her body again.

Truth be told, Brooke would love nothing more than to drag Vanessa up further onto the bed, climbing on top of her and peeling off her clothes in a flurry of kissing and biting and needing her now . But Vanessa is right–she is a romantic, and Brooke wants to give her the exact kind of slow, sensual first time she knows Vanessa is probably looking for.

So instead, she pays attention to every part of Vanessa’s body, keeping an eye out for places that make the younger woman sigh a little louder, clench her legs a little tighter together. She’ll need that knowledge for later, after all.

“Can I touch you here? Like, between your legs?” Brooke pauses when she reaches Vanessa’s pubic bone, right above her slit, pressing down a little to bring Vanessa just a little closer to the edge and giggling when Vanessa responds by keening up into Brooke’s hand, urging her to press down harder.

“If you don’t, we ‘bout to have problems.” Vanessa growls, and she doesn’t have to tell Brooke twice–she trails her hand down all the way between Vanessa’s legs, cupping her pussy through her pants and rubbing it slowly, but firmly.

“So cute, baby.” Brooke murmurs, kissing Vanessa again. “My cute little princess, so desperate for me.”

Vanessa whines, her hips bucking back into Brooke’s hand. “Please, Mami, please, give me more, I need more…”

“Mm, you sure, angel?” Brooke plays at deliberating, despite the fact that her fingers are already circling the button of Vanessa’s jeans, toying and teasing at the cool metal clasps. “You sure you want more?”

“Yes. ” Vanessa hisses, and fuck it, Brooke just can’t hold out any longer.

Brooke undoes Vanessa’s jeans fast, plunging her hand inside to feel Vanessa’s slit over her panties. She gasps when her fingers make contact with the thin cotton fabric, meeting a sticky, slick wetness that’s practically soaking them through.

“My, my.” Brooke tuts, trying her best to conceal her excitement, the way her heart pounds in her chest as she continues to tease at Vanessa’s cunt. “Aren’t we a mess? No, don’t move, baby, keep letting me feel you–there we go.”

She brings her other hand around to Vanessa’s chest, toying with her tits again as she continues to rub Vanessa through her panties, working her way up to focus on the other woman’s clit. “God, you’re so sweet like this, all desperate for me. I should just tease you forever, wouldn’t that be nice?”

“No, no, please, please Mami.” Vanessa whines plaintively, practically shaking as she tries her best to be good, tries her best to stay still. “Please, touch me for real, I need it so bad.”

“I know you do, sweetheart.” Brooke finally gives in, because she needs it too, needs to feel Vanessa’s cunt under her fingers, needs to taste it, needs to hear Vanessa’s moans in full force, see what she looks like when she comes. “Get up for me, baby, let’s get all this off.”

Brooke doesn’t think she’s ever seen Vanessa move as fast as she does in that moment, springing up so suddenly she practically headbutts Brooke in her haste to shed all her clothes and clamber up to the top of the bed.

“Oh my God, slow down!” Brooke laughs, her character broken as she chases after Vanessa, wriggling out of her own clothes in the process. “Baby, don’t rush, come on.”

But Vanessa doesn’t listen, only tossing her arms over Brooke’s neck and pulling her into an eager kiss.

“Hi.” Brooke smiles widely when they separate again, her chest swelling with affection when she sees how flushed Vanessa is, how she’s practically glowing with happiness.

“Hi.” Vanessa smiles back, her eyes sparkling with excitement and contentment, and Brooke thinks she’s never seen Vanessa look so beautiful as she does right then, blushing and sweating and biting her lip as she tries to catch her breath.

“I love you so much.” the words come out softly on the heels of another kiss, then another, this time against Vanessa’s jawline, then her neck, then down, down, down to her collarbone, each peck and nip carrying yet another statement, another confession, you’re beautiful, thank you for sharing this with me, I love you, I love you, I love you.

“I love you too.” Vanessa murmurs, her eyes hooded and voice thick with need. “Now please, just fuck me already.”

Brooke snorts, but obliges with pleasure. She continues to trail kisses down Vanessa’s body, taking her time to lick and suck at her girlfriend’s skin, the tang of Vanessa’s sweat lingering on her lips. She finally reaches Vanessa’s tits, and barely hesitates before taking one of her nipples into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and sucking gently.

“Oh, fuck…”

“That feel good, baby?” Brooke comes off Vanessa’s nipple just enough to be able to whisper out the question, just enough to make sure that Vanessa can still feel her hot breath against its hardened, now-wet bud.

“Fuck yeah, it does.” Vanessa gasps.

“Mm, I don’t know.” Brooke replaces her mouth with her fingers, tracing and circling Vanessa’s nipple with deft, light movements. “I mean, you say that, but what does your pussy think, hm? Should we check?”

She trails her other hand down Vanessa’s body, smirking as she watches the younger girl shiver, before planting it between her legs, bringing two fingers to her slit.

“So wet for me!” Brooke gasps with an edge of mock surprise, one that makes Vanessa giggle a little. “Goodness, all this already? Poor baby, must’ve been so pent up all this time.”

“Tell me, princess,” she sobers quickly, her voice low as she nips at Vanessa’s neck, “you’ve been thinking about this a lot, haven’t you? Thinking about my hands on your cunt, rubbing you out and making you feel all nice? Your pussy certainly feels like you have.”

Vanessa nods, whimpering. “Yeah, Mami, fuck yeah. Been touching myself while I think about it, pretending my hands are yours.”

“Oh?” Brooke plays with Vanessa’s folds, gathering wetness onto her fingers before finally tracing her way up to Vanessa’s clit and beginning to circle it gently. “Well, what do you think, sweetheart, is it everything you expected? Hm?”

“No.” Vanessa laughs, bucking her hips in search of more pressure from Brooke’s fingers. “It’s even better.”

Brooke can’t help the pride that swells in her chest, spurring her on to go a little faster, press down a little more firmly. “Good, that’s what I like to hear.”

She continues to rub at Vanessa’s clit for a while, varying her pace and pressure, switching directions and occasionally breaking her circles to go up and down or side to side, but soon, they reach a plateau, Vanessa moaning and panting but getting no closer to the edge. It doesn’t worry Brooke too much; it’s perfectly normal to have difficulty reaching orgasm sometimes, especially on someone’s first time, when they don’t necessarily know what to direct you to do. Still, Vanessa not being able to come is definitely not how she wants her first time to end, so she switches it up, asks if she can put a finger or two inside her.

“Yeah, please.” Vanessa agrees.

Brooke is about to oblige, when she notices that something is… off. Vanessa’s eyes have taken on an air of worry, and the way she’s chewing on her lip is more nervous than aroused.

Shit.

“Are you okay? Do you need to stop?” Brooke gets up and takes her hands away, giving Vanessa room to breathe, but Vanessa just shakes her head, blushing crimson.

“I’m okay!” she waves her hands frantically, her eyes wide. “Really, I don’t need to stop. I was just… I wanted to say…”

“What is it?” Brooke moves close to Vanessa again, wrapping her into a hug and kissing her on the cheek. “It’s okay, Ness, you can tell me. I wanna make you feel good no matter what.”

“Well, I just… I really liked your dirty talk, is all. It really fucking turned me on. But I didn’t wanna knock off your concentration, ‘cause then…”

“‘Cause then what?” Brooke sucks in a breath, her confidence deflating in her chest just a little as she waits for the answer she knows is coming.

“I was afraid you’d get mad and stop.” Vanessa mutters, looking down at herself.

“Oh, baby, no.” Brooke pulls her closer still, squeezing her tightly. “I wouldn’t get mad at you over something like that. Hell, I’d be happy . I want you to tell me what makes you feel good, it’s a good thing when you feel safe to.”

“Besides,” she adds with a conspiratorial wink, “you know how much I love a chance to mouth off.”

Vanessa turns to look up at her, and thank God, all of the doubt has been wiped from her face, a wry, mischievous smile left in its place.

“Well come on then,” Vanessa cranes up to give Brooke a slow, teasing kiss, “get to it, Mami.”

“That’s more like it.” Brooke eases Vanessa down, once again settling on top of her like it’s the easiest thing in the world, the place she really belongs. “Now why don’t you open those pretty little legs for me, sweetheart? Let me see that cute little pussy, I wanna make sure it’s still nice and wet for me…”

It is, and so Brooke slowly slips a finger inside, still working on Vanessa’s clit with her thumb.

“ Awww. ” Brooke coos at Vanessa’s moans, soft and desperate as Brooke picks up her pace, starting to pump her fingers in and out of Vanessa’s cunt in search of her spot. “You like when I fuck you like this, baby? Look at you, you don’t even know what to do, you feel so good. Bet this is much better than using your own hand, huh? Isn’t this better?”

Vanessa is too far gone to do anything but nod, so Brooke fills in the words for her. “Your pussy is so pretty, baby. Just the cutest little thing, all wet and puffy for Mami. I just fucking love it. Maybe next I should taste it, huh? Eat you out so good you won’t be able to think about anything but my tongue for the next three days. I bet you taste so fucking good, you’re already so sweet, I could just…Oh? What’s this?”

Brooke stops in her tracks when Vanessa’s breath suddenly hitches, her whole body going rigid for a moment, and Brooke realizes that she’s found Vanessa’s spot.

Jackpot.

“Look at that!” She hums, hooking her fingers over Vanessa’s spot as she keeps pumping in and out of her entrance with more and more gusto every time Vanessa gasps or begs for more. “So responsive, aren’t we? Sensitive, too! Aw, poor baby, you must just be overwhelmed, aren’t you? Don’t even know how to deal with how good I’m making you feel. Guess that just means I’ll have to fuck you more and get you used to it, yeah? Get you nice and trained to take my fingers?”

“ Fuck , yes Mami, oh fuck, yes, oh God!” Vanessa’s voice is hoarse as she cries out, her knuckles blanching from gripping the sheets underneath her so hard. “ Just please, please don’t stop, please keep going, please keep fucking me—“

Brooke pounds her fingers into Vanessa with one final, deep thrust, and Vanessa’s words are cut short, swallowed into a silent scream. Brooke fucks her all the way through her orgasm, easing her down from it and slowly bringing her movements to a stop while Vanessa settles, still shaking despite finally relaxing again.

“You alright, Ness?” Brooke checks in as she slowly pulls out, coming around to lay next to Vanessa. She’s expecting Vanessa to nod, smile, maybe even say something about how good she felt, hopefully how she wants to do it again.

Instead, though, Vanessa looks Brooke dead in the eyes as she grabs the blonde’s hand and takes her fingers in her mouth, sucking gently.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Brooke chuckles, and Vanessa rolls her eyes, grinning a little despite herself.

“It sure is.” Vanessa finally lets Brooke’s fingers go, licking her lips. “Fuck, Mami, that was fucking amazing. Thank you so much.”

“No, you were amazing.” Brooke kisses Vanessa on top of her head, pulling her close again and cradling her in her arms. “I’m so glad I could give you a good first time, babe.”

“About that.” Vanessa perks up a little, her hand suddenly finding its way up Brooke’s body and settling on her waist. “Any chance you up for teachin’ me how to thank you?”

Brooke grins, the old fire in her belly starting up again as her mind fills with ideas for what could come next.

“Absolutely.” She kisses Vanessa’s cheek before sitting up, gesturing for Vanessa to crawl on top of her.

“What d’you think, baby, wanna learn how someone else’s pussy tastes?”

“That I do.” Vanessa grins as she settles over Brooke, looking her over like she’s something good to eat. “Why don’t we get started?”

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #lesbian au #smut #writworm42 #tw mommy kink

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littlebird-99 · 5 years

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Hate Being Broken

Hate Being A Legacy

Masterlist

Dean X Reader

Warnings: Language, torture, angry Dean, sad dean, violence

Dean panted and searched the car. He was right, in his gut and in his heart. She was taken. Y/n was taken and that's why they hadn't talked in a week.

What he didn't know, was by what or who. And that was what had him pissed off and worried. Jody had come up to him and Sam awhile ago but had gone straight to the car.

Jody walked up to him slowly, "we searched through her phone. It looks like you were the last person to hear from her Dean" she says gently. "So I've got to ask. When was the last time you saw here?" She asked.

Dean glared at the older woman, "are you… get the fuck away from me! You really think I did something to her Jody?" He yells, "leave me the fuck alone" he growled. He shoved her off as he walked away and towards his car. "I'll find her. I'll save her. Not you" he mumbled. Without even waiting for Sam to get in the car, he was driving off. He had to find her. He needed to.

He took her phone from the crime scene, not caring that he was messing with evidence and continued doing his own research back at the motel. He plugged her phone into the laptop and started to figure out where she's been, or where she was going.

He chewed at his lip, gnawing at it actually. She would actually yell at Dean for doing that too often when they'd meet in person. The anger was piling up in his system as he read through the texts she received from her family.

He growled, and stood up, pacing around the room. He chewed at his cheek, shaking his head. Anger and sadness were starting to pike up. Rage was taking over, and he would for sure kill everyone that laid a finger on his girl. Future girl.

Y/n's POV

She whimpered, groaning out as light shines into the room she was kept in. She doesn't know what day it was, or where the hell she was. But she knew her family had something to do with it.

She tried tugging at the bonds that held her, but it was no use, she ess weak, not having eaten for however long she's been here.

She finally opened her eyes, glancing around the concrete room she was in. '

"Well well, finally Sister" a voice spoke out. She felt her heart shrink, hearing that voice.

"B-brother" a voice that was broken and hoarse spoke, which she learned was her own.

"You just had to be a hunter didn't you? Break our family and destroy our reputation!" He growled, slamming his fist into her face.

She clenched her jaw at the pain, trying to spit out the blood. "I never had… had the chance to be soft! I was… was always bloody, with shards of glass and other objects. So… I wanted people to be afraid to.. to hurt me. Didn't… didn't work" she breathed out.

His laugh sent shivers down her spine, not good ones either. He walked around, circling her like a wolf circling prey. "Ya know Sister… father and mother are here" he says.

Dean's POV

He shakes his head as he moved. He had destroyed his hotel room, trying to find some sort of peace but he wouldn't until he found her.

It wasn't until a few hours later that he had a lead. He drove faster than a baby turtle for water towards an abandoned prison yard.

He parked away from it, noticing lights were on around it. He shakes his head and does a little surveillance, until Jody, Sam, Donna and Claire appear near him.

"We kinda followed you." Sam stated, before he turned his attention towards the prison.

"We have a problem…" Jody spoke softly, "the Y/l/n's have bought this prison." She says.

Dean growled, he knew it. "Her fucking family took her" he says, he reached down, cocking his guns and getting it ready, as well as the other ones he had. "I only want her. I need her to be safe, that's my number one priority right now" he says. Jody couldn't help but feel bad for the guy, she's only ever seen him like this with Sam, this women was something else for Dean.

They each separated, and made their rounds. Finding their own ways inside and searching room after room until screams lead Dean down to the basement.

"Thanks to you my life is a living hell!" An older woman voice yells, then the sound of slapping skin fills the halls. Dean flinched, he couldn't help it as he listened. He chews at his cheek and moved into the room, hiding, he froze, the sight making him want to throw up.

Her body was beaten, bloody, her beautiful y/h/c hair was matted and bloodied. Her beautiful y/e/c looked broken and destroyed. He couldn't find the strength to breathe as he watched the woman continue torturing her.

"Everyone hates you and you know it. This is for the best." The knife in her hand was dripping with blood, her blood. "Our family was destroyed because you had to go and play ms. Hunter. You idiotic bitch" her scream made Dean's blood boil.

"I-i was a kid!" Her voice, god it wasn't what he wanted to hear at the moment. It wasn't the voice he was used to, not her dingy, soft. Like fall time. No, this voice was broken and drowned in pain. "I.. I was a kid when it happened. Y-you… you know this. You l-let..you let her die!" A scream interrupted her talking as the woman stabbed her leg. Leaving the knife in, she walked around.

Dean stood up, pointing his gun at the woman but the woman had a gun to Y/n's head. "I knew someone would come for her. I just didn't think it'd be a Winchester…" she laughed. She kept eye contact with Dean before she quickly moved the gun, shooting the already lazy limped woman in the chair.

Dean screamed, rushing for her, he quickly untied her, letting the woman run. Y/n was his only mission, he needed to save her. He quickly pulled her into his lap, holding her close against him.

"Please… his please don't do this. Y/n/n pelase wake up, show me those… those beautiful y/e/c eyes please" he begged, tears filling his eyes, as he held her against him. "Please. Please" he begged, his voice cracking as he tried making her look at him.

"Please. I don't know what I'd do with you" he whispered. He felt her body go limp in his arms, and he screamed.

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#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #dean x y/n #supernatural #supernatural imagines #supernatural x reader #sister-winchester99 #dean winchester imagine #Hate Being A Legacy

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dearemmett · 6 years

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Keep Them Safe (CH2)

Once again, this is my version of @whatwashernameagain‘s fic, which features my characters!

Her fic is a Sanders Sides Detective AU! Find it here: Keep Him Safe

Warnings for this chapter: A little phsycial violence (just a smidge), self-deprecating thoughts, and a small suicide thought.

Chapter One

Chapter Three

Chapter Two (AO3 Link)

"WHAT?! You can't do this to me!" The man tried to stop the other, only to be shoved to the ground. He whimpered, nursing his bruised wrist gently. "Please don't leave me..."

The other man turned, a look of absolute disgust on his face. "You're pathetic, you know that? I can't believe I wasted two years on you..." He pulled off the silver band that was wrapped around his finger, tossing it at the sobbing mess. Without another word, he picked up his suitcase and left, slamming the door behind him.

Redmond continued to sob on the floor. What had he done wrong? He did everything he could to make his fiance ex-fiance happy. He came whenever he was called, did whatever he was told. But he still wasn't happy... Eventually, the ginger haired male stood, trembling. He had work soon and had to cover up the bruises, though he didn't know how bad they were yet.

That was two days ago. Redmond stood outside of his apartment building, staring dumbfounded at the owner. He had been kicked out for not paying rent? But that's ridiculous! He just gave the money to his ex last week to pay rent and-

Oh... His anger rose a little at the realization he had been stolen from, but at least he had his coffee shop. He could work there and sleep in the back.

He couldn't believe it. His luck was so rotten that he just lost his business too? What had he done to the universe to deserve this? That man stared numbly at the check in his hands while he waited in line at the bank. It seemed that all he was worth was $1, 473. He deposited it and headed outside. For the first time that day he felt tears welling up and spilling over, as if floodgates had been opened.

Ragged breaths shook him to his core, but he managed to keep walking. He just had to find a bus stop. He could do this...

A light tap shook him out of his thoughts, face covered in fresh tears. He found himself looking at a large man, at least a foot taller than him. The man had black hair that had been shaved on the sides, tan skin, and intense amber eyes looking at him in worry. Redmond wrapped his arms around himself, embarrassed. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to get in your way," he muttered quietly.

The stranger smiled, concerned etched across his features. "Are you okay, sir? You nearly walked into traffic." The man's statement made his head shoot up, and sure enough, he had been about to walk out into the road. I wish he hadn't stopped me, Red thought wistfully. A shake made him remember the man. "Sir? Are you okay?"

No. "Of course, just a bit tired!" The smile was forced, and the stranger immediately frowned. "What happened?"

Damn. He was very observant. He sighed heavily. "MyfiancebrokeupwithmeandwenttoEuropeandstolemoneysoIgotkickedoutofmyarpartmentandnowI'mhomelesswithnoincome." The words came out on their own, tumbling over each other and mashing together. A sob broke out, threatening to make his knees give out.

So weak. So so weak... Pathetic. Useless. Just kill yourse-

Suddenly, he was falling. Or, at least, he thought he was. All he knew is that he felt dizzy and was no longer standing. He didn't know where he was. What was going on? His mind was reeling so much that he was only vaguely aware of being put into a car. The piling stress was too much, and he slowly passed out.

He woke up to muffled voices, and then a squeal. Opening his eyes revealed a man looming over him, grinning wide. He had circular glasses that seemed to take up half of his face, and- GOOD GOD HIS HAIR! Redmond sat up in shock, taking in the man's wild mess of midnight blue hair. "W-who are you?" he squeaked, slapping his hand over his mouth right after. How mortifying...

The man chuckled. "My name is Detective Knowles, and that over there is my husband, Nicholas." The detective jabbed a finger behind him to reveal the same stranger from earlier. Red opened his mouth to reply but Knowles charged forward. "My first name is Dexter though, so don't worry about being formal! You're not in trouble. But you are terrifyingly malnourished. When was the last time you ate? What's your name? Is there anyone we need to contact for you?" The questions continued, with no time to be answered, before he had a plate shoved in his hands by the overly excited detective. "We made you food but you didn't wake up for awhile so it's a bit cold!"

"H-hold on... Why are you being so nice to me?" It was shocking to be fussed over by two strangers, although he didn't really mind.

It was Nicholas who spoke next. His voice was deeper than his husband's, but carried just as much concern. "Well, for one, almost walked into traffic, passed out from dehydration, and besides, Dex here is a sucker for helping people out. I wasn't able to argue with him. But we had an extra room that he-" he cleared his throat after receiving a glare from Dexter, "we wouldn't mind you using," he finished. While he had been explaining, Redmond finally got a good look at the two. Nicholas looked like he was over six feet, and muscle to go with it, but not too much to make him look frightening. Dexter seemed shorter than his partner. He could be described as a teddy bear. He was a little thick, but no doubt had muscle hidden underneath the pudgy looking exterior.

One thing was clear, however. Detective Knowles was the wife.

A chuckle slipped out at the conclusion, which caused the detective to grin. "What do you say? Would you want to stay here? I know I'm rather intimidating but that shouldn't influence your decision! I promise I'm almost as harmless as a worm."

Deciding to humor the man, the ginger nodded seriously. "You are incredibly intimidating, but I suppose I won't let that influence my choice." Behind his husband, Nicholas snickered. "Alright, I've made up my mind. I'll stay here." Internally, he was grateful, but he couldn't help but wonder what cruel fate was waiting for him. Terrible luck, then all of a sudden, two strangers offer him a place to stay? He wouldn't get comfortable. He had to be ready for when disaster struck this time...

The first thing Oliver Frey did when he walked into the office was smack his fist lightly on Roman Prince's head. His morning wasn't going smoothly, and he had been carried- CARRIED!- to work by his partner. And then Dexter's husband called him for an emergency, so now Oliver wasn't in the greatest mood, considering Dexter was his translator for those who didn't know sign language.

"OW! What was that for, Red Alert?" the detective dramatically cried out, earning himself another smack on the top of his head. Roman's partner, Logan Sanders looked up slowly, appearing slightly annoyed at the interruption, but with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

Roman looked pleadingly at Logan, and the other sighed, glancing at the angry man in front of them. "What did he do this time, Pip?"

Angry gestures flew, Oliver's glasses sliding down his nose slightly. "This idiot is poisoning the minds of my partner and my son! I mean, I don't mind Danny that much, but I was just carried to work over Dexter's shoulder so I wouldn't hurt my pretty little feet! Blasphemy, I tell you!"

"Well, I'm afraid my idiot partner was just being himself, so it's their fault for acting like him." Logan's tone was light. The redhead wasn't sure if he had a soft spot for Oliver as well, or if he was just making fun of Roman, but all he managed was a huff and a scowl at very fanciful detective.

Turning heel, he said, "Well he's a royal pain in my ass," which caused Logan to smirk. The mute detective found satisfaction in the fact, however, that Logan refused to tell his partner what he had said.

He sighed, opening his box of blueberry pancakes and digging in, smacking his lips every once and awhile. Rose made the best pancakes. Rose...

It was Oliver's fault she started to go by her middle name. When his wife had died, he couldn't even hear her name without freezing and going into a panic attack. And sadly, his sister's name sounded just like her name. He didn't mind talking about his wife nowadays, but everyone avoided the topic like it was the plague, so they didn't realize he could handle it now. Danny was the only he could talk to about her. His seven year old son was a lot more intelligent than people thought. He even looked after his own father to make sure he's living right. Even after Oliver had come out of his depression bubble, Danny continued.

He opened his phone. On screen was a picture of his wife and their year old son, a couple months before her passing. The quiet man smiled. He missed her, sure, but he had moved on. He knew she'd be mad at him for taking this long, but her death had crushed him.

A text popped up on his screen.

Dexter: Ur on ur own today. New rmmate.

Oliver: For the love of Zeus, please use proper English.

Dexter: Nahhhhhh. Luv u. B safe.

Oliver sighed, standing up and stretching. There had been a series of break-ins on the other side of town, and the two of them had been looking into it. They had found a lead, one of which would have to be followed up on by the detective who couldn't speak.

He hoped he wouldn't have to talk to anyone today.

#keep them safe #fanfic of a fanfic #keep him safe fanfic #redmond drop #nicholas knowles #dexter knowles #roman prince #logan sanders #roman sanders #i know i rushed the beginning a bit #but i wanted to get that out of the way #i hate red's ex #oliver frey

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astrofireworks · 7 years

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childhood anon i know i said part 2 would be fluffy!Binu but i am also trash that has to deliver that in the next part so here we go

Bin peering out his main door at the apartment next door

There's been movers all morning and he just wants to see who it is that's taking Eunwoo's room

Sleeping in Eunwoo's room

(He wants to know if Eunwoo left his glow-in-the-dark stickers up or if he brought it along with him to wherever he went)

Smol Rocky popping up in the corner of Bin's eye

"Hi!! I'm Park Minhyuk!!!!!!"

Bin blinking at this bean, this smol person the universe sent him to replace his beautiful, smiling, kind Eunwoo

Rocky beaming at Bin and waiting for him to respond

Only to have Bin turning around and disappearing into his own house

Rocko staring confusedly and slightly sadly at Bin's door

When Bin is 8.6 and Rocky is 7.5:

Rocky's mum holding his hand and bringing him over to meet the neighbours

Rocky bouncing on the balls of his feet because look!! He's going to make a new friend!!!!

Bin's mum answering the door with a smile and her hand on SuA's hair

Bin's mum calling out for him to come meet the new neighbour boy !!!! A new friend !!

Bin trudging to the door because he doesn't want to make friends with anyone who isn't Eunwoo

Rocky beaming at this grumpy boy because hey, who doesn't want to be friends with this amazing child Park Minhyuk?

Nobody, that's who

And so he wiggles over to Bin and reaches up to place his fingers in Bin's forehead and rubbing it in small, soft circles the same way his mum does when she tries to get him to stop crying

And this is how Bin meets his second best friend, eyes red and sniffling and thinking of Eunwoo

When Bin's mum tells the story Bin cringes in embarrassment and Rocky howls with laughter because it does seem to be a trend with Bin and his best friends

When Bin is 9 and Rocky is 7.9:

Rocky: "hyung, I'm scared"

Bin: "of what? You're the one who made me sign up with you"

Rocky: "what if I can't dance?"

Bin, shoving Rocky slightly:

Rocky, pouting:

Bin, sighing and rubbing Rocky's forehead because "you can, you idiot, I believe in you"

Rocky, beaming:

Because that's what you do when you're best friends

You believe in each other

When Bin is 9.1 and Rocky is 8 and Jinjin is 10.9:

Rocky, rubbing Bin's forehead: "it's just a B, it's fine!! it doesn't even count into your final grade anyway"

Bin, wailing because he's never gotten a B in his life

This is the first B since Eunwoo left and he doesn't know how to deal and just ??

What if he gets a C the next time??

What if he fails??????????

Bin wailing even louder and Rocko pressing his fingers against Bin's forehead even harder to comfort his friend

Jinjin, walking into this really weird scene of Rocky having his hand on Bin's forehead and Bin sobbing and clutching a test paper:

Jinjin:

Jinjin: "uh ok Dance Practice starts in half an hour so if you could clean up??"

Rocko, glaring because is Bin in any way fit to dance rn?

Jinjin:

Jinjin: "ur right ok"

Jinjin sitting down next to Binnie and telling him about the first time he got a B and how his mum practically disowned him

Rocko, glaring even harder:

Jinjin choking and telling Bin that she laughed like less than half a minute later and told him that if that was the response he expected, he was wrong because she's his mother and she'll love him through all his Bs and he should never ever worry about disappointing her because he's already the pride and joy of her life

Smol Jinjin sniffling and hugging his mum around the waist and never daring to dip below an A again

Rocky nodding in acceptance

Bin stopping his sniffling and hugging both Rocko and Jinjin

Jinjin casually disentangling himself from Bin's snotty nose and putting on some music so they can start Dance Practice early

Bin's mum doesn't know about this incident still, but whenever Rocky tells the story of how they became friends with Jinjin Bin cringes in embarrassment and Jinjin howls with laughter

When Bin is 12.2 and Rocky is 11.1 and Jinjin is 14:

Bin and Rocky and their junior Chani low-key freaking out over the dance showcase next week

Jinjin laughing and watching them dance and telling them that "you guys look good, stop worrying, you're always in sync and it's great"

Three of them practicing every day, every minute, all the way to the showcase

Jinjin constantly being there for them with water bottles and towels

Youngbin and Jinjin, jokingly reminding them that they have to do this when it's the seniors' showcase next semester before shoving them backstage

Rocky and Bin trembling slightly because this is it, this is what they've poured their blood, sweat and tears into for the past two months

Chani looking at Youngbin and Jinjin with wide, doe eyes shining with apprehension

Jinjin softening and pressing his fingers against all three foreheads and rubbing them in turn: "you'll do fine, kids. I believe in you."

Because that's what you do when you're best friends

You believe in each other

Bin and Rocky, beaming like the sun at Jinjin when they take a bow from the stage

When Bin is 16 and Rocky is 14.9 and Jinjin is 17.8:

Bin sitting Rocky and Jinjin down in his bedroom

SuA poking her head in to say hi to the boys who've become fixtures in the Moon household over the past 7 years

Rocky and Jinjin joking around and shoving gently at each other and cackling

Bin swallowing hard and looking down at his hands and quietly asking them for their attention

Rocky and Jinjin slowing down and peeking at Bin

Bin folding his legs beneath him and nervously picking at his fingernails

Usually it's Jinjin who's serious and asking them to listen and Rocky is ??? shook?

Bin, telling them in the softest voice about how he's known, he's always known, even before he met Rocky, that he's always liked boys and that while he's always down for appreciating girls he's never like-liked one and he thinks, he's not entirely sure, but he thinks and he believes that

He might be gay?

Jinjin knee-waddling over to Binnie and folding as much of Bin as he can into his arms then letting go pressing his fingers gently against Bin's forehead

Because it's okay, it really is, Bin

He appreciates the courage it took for Bin to tell them but

Binnie needn't be afraid that Jinjin will love him less because whoever Bin chooses to love, he's still the same Bin who spilled coffee onto Jinjin's homework that one time and Jinjin already couldn't love him less

Bin snorting and shoving Jinjin with one hand and wiping red eyes with the other

Rocky silently staring at Bin until Jinjin glares at him

Rocko shrugging and saying, "I never had to tell you guys I was straight, so I don't see why Bin has to tell me he isn't."

Bin bursting out in tears because

He knows they were okay with it, they always were

But hearing them reaffirm it again?

His heart is warm and full and !!!!!!!!!

Rocky snuggling up into Binnie's side

Warm, happy 3stro !!!!!!!

When Bin is 19.2 and Rocky is 18.1 and Jinjin is 21:

Jinjin already at college and coming back every weekend to spend time with his family & Moonrock

Binnie stressing out because he still has to pick a college out of those that accepted him and he really isn't sure which one is best for him

(He's already picked, but he likes to pretend that the fact that Youngbin and Jinjin are at that college doesn't weigh in on the decision)

Rocko getting frustrated at his idiot of a best friend and threatening to burn all his acceptance letters if Bin doesn't pick the one he knows Bin set his heart on the moment Jinjin accepted the offer

He's not saying he didn't set his heart on it then too

When Binnie is 19.7 and Rocky is 18.6 and Jinjin is 21.5:

Rocko hammering hard at his midterm exams

Jinjin helping Bin pack his room up because he's moving to college in a week and his stuff is everywhere and he doesn't really know what to bring that Jinjin doesn't already have

Bin carefully packing his BTOB & BTS albums and Jinjin rolling up Bin's Jungkook poster

Bin opening a box under his bed that he hasn't opened in ten years

A plant encyclopaedia and a somewhat useless magnifying glass

A small foam sword

A soft, faded hoodie dotted with suns and moons and stars

Bin smiling softly and rubbing the hoodie between his fingers and hearing a small crinkling sound

A small, handwritten note Bin’s run his fingers across and folded and unfolded so many times that the paper’s worn and the pencil marks are faded

Bin remembering what Eunwoo wrote, word for word for word, because he read it so many times the day Eunwoo left he can taste on the tip of his tongue Eunwoo’s words the same way he can taste the ache in his heart, as familiar and tear-stained and bittersweet as their kiss

Jinjin breaking in and asking if Bin would like him to take the glow-in-the-dark stars from around the room

Bin opening his mouth to tell him that no, there's no point bringing because they don't glow anymore

But his fingers are caught on the note, tucked safely in the pocket of the small, kid-sized hoodie and Bin finds himself saying yes, yes he'd like to bring them to university, please

Jinjin shrugging and making a mental note to buy some new ones for Bin anyway because these ones don't seem to work anymore and there's never having too many glow-in-the-dark stars, right?

When Bin is 19.7 and Rocky is 18.6 and Jinjin is 21.5 and a few hours later:

Bin and Jinjin going down to the garden that evening and trying to identify plants using the encyclopaedia Bin found under his bed

Jinjin, squinting at the book and back up at the plant: "I think that's a Mandevilla??????"

Bin, softly: "that's a Bougainvillea bush"

Jinjin, flipping the pages and peering at the page in quickly dimming dusk-light: "huh I think you're right"

Bin: "and that's why there aren't any apples"

And when he looks up in confusion, Bin has a funny sort of smile on his face that leaves Jinjin silent

When Bin is 19.8 and Rocky is 18.7 and Jinjin is 21.6:

Binnie shifting into his room in the freshman dorm in his college and Jinjin and his roommate helping out

MJ's delightful and from the stories Bin's heard about him, which are numerous in number because Jinjin will literally Never Shut Up about MJ, he's dumb and funny and will essentially complete 4stro when Rocky moves in the year after

Bin’s roommate shifting in just when MJ places the last star on the wall

And Binnie yelping in surprise because look!! It’s Youngbin!!

Except it isn’t, because Youngbin’s just helping his cousin Taeyang move in

Everyone laughing because look at this room, with a Moon Bin and a Taeyang and Binnie already decorating his half of the room with glow-in-the-dark stars and Taeyang pulling out another pack

Youngbin, laughing: “it’s practically a solar system in here”

Bin, smiling and agreeing because that’s how it’s always been, he’s always been Space Boy

It’s just now, after finding the box that he, for some reason, has brought along and tucked under his new bed, that he suddenly remembers he’s missing his Flower Prince

When Bin is 20.2 and Rocky is 19.1 and Jinjin is 22 and MJ is 24.1:

Rocko with his head bent over books some miles away, slaving away at final exams

Bin and Jinjin and MJ with their heads bent over books at a small, cosy cafe and slaving away at midterms

Bin looking up from his essay and stretching and yawning like a big cat and grabbing a sip of his now-cold coffee

Bin glancing out the floor-to-ceiling windows

And it’s a flash, it’s only a split-second glance, but Bin swears he’s dreamt of that face before

He’s dreamt of those big eyes and long lashes and that gentle, kind smile before, he knows it, and for some reason his heart starts aching in ways he thought he’d forgotten

Bin bursting out of the cafe, looking left and right on a busy street, crowded with students flushing from one class to the next

But it’s gone, the face is gone and its look is slowly slipping from Bin’s memory like cubed ice on warm palms

And when he returns to his seat by the window with MJ and Jinjin peering concernedly at him, he smiles weakly

And tells them a story about a Space Boy and his Flower Prince

i swear part 3 will come tomorrow and there will be a messy baby Sanha

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