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changisworld · 3 months

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How skz members react to getting your period during sex.

Obvious MDNI, 18+ SMUT WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT

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SMUT WARNINGS: period sex(obviously), menstrual blood, cunnilgus, cum play, soft sex, degradation, praise, petnames such as; hunny, baby, babe, gorgeous, pretty,, degrading names such as; dirty, dirty talk, mention of multiple orgasms, spit, fluff upon fluff, slight dom x sub dynamics in some.

BANGCHAN

You are currently in a mating press as chan is fucking into your swollen, wet walls as his chest is on top of the back of your thighs, leaning against them as he is kissing you, swallowing the whines you're currently making. Chan bites your bottom lip before leaning slightly lower to whisper & groan some sweet words into your ears.

"Love ya so much baby... fuck, ya feel s-so good, pussy so warm around me, fuck." He says before kissing your nose & standing fully upright again, still buried inside you.

His eyes shut as his eyebrows furrowed as his head tilts towards the ceiling before he looks down at your pussy & stops dead in his tracks. You feel the sudden stop & get up onto your elbows to look at where you're both connected.

"Why'd you stop Channie? keep going baby please" You say, sounding whiny as you pant, out of breath.

" Ah, babe you,eh- you've started your period... i'll get a-a towel." Chan pulls fully out but before he can move away fully, your legs cage him in as you wrap them around his waist.

"Well i mean.. we've already started... we can continue if you want to baby, you have said you wanted to try it before, it feels good anyway hunny don't worry." You give him a faint smile, cheeks turning a bit red but no way near the redness on Chans cheeks.

Chan looks at you, a bit stunned & surprised by what just left your lips. "Oh wow, you sure baby? don' wanna hurt ya y/n" he says to you in a low voice, his fingers falling to wrap around his hard cock again to pump it slowly to relieve some of the tension.

You take his reaction into account & unlatch your legs from around his waist, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Channie if you don't wanna we don-" you're interrupted as chan leans over you & shuts you up with a kiss. He breaks it momentarily to breath out the words: "don't be silly baby, of course i want to, if it makes you feel good who am i to stop hm?" He kisses you again & slides back inside you, letting out a small groan into your lips.

LEE KNOW

You are currently making out with leeknow, underneath him as he is in-between your legs. His hand slowly teases your nipples & then drags down until he finally puts his hand underneath your leggings & into your panties.

His finger starts teasing your folds as he continues kissing you, you biting his tongue playfully every once in a while. Leeknow breaks it but keeps his face just above your face as he pulls his hand back out of your leggings to bring them up to your lips but stops as he notices his fingers are now coated red. You also realise this.

"oh fuck leeknow i'm so sorry, oh my god" Your face turns bright red as embarrassment overwhelms you, you try to squirm out from under him but he doesn't budge.

"hey hey hey, stop apologising, you're acting as if i'm not a fully grown man, baby, a bit of blood isn't gonna bother me y/n" He says, kissing the tip of your nose as he wipes the bit of blood from his fingers onto his sweatpants, carelessly. "I'm more than happy to keep going pretty, just say the words."

You are a bit taken aback by his words & you think for a moment before trying to grind your covered core against him but he nips your thigh & you wince as you stop. "I said, say the words y/n." Leeknow says, smirking at you with his cat eyes, fingers that nipped you now found their way back to the hem of your leggings.

" I-i want you, t-to continue, please touch me daddy, need it" You whimper to him, hands coming up to cup his cheeks, trying to convince him. "Good girl, since you asked so nicely, i'm happy to help." He says as his fingers dip back down into your leggings.

CHANGBIN

You're currently being bent over the edge of the couch as changbin is pounding into you, your eyes rolling back as he has already made you cum around his dick twice, close to a third.

"Holy fuck, baby, uh, you're bleeding, am i hurting you?" Changbin asks, coming to a halt inside you, still got his shirt in between his teeth, holding it up.

"No? you're not hurting me at all Binnie, wait.. what's todays date?" You ask, eyebrows frowning as you try catch you breath. Changbin makes an "uuhhhh" sound as he struggle but manages to reach over to the coffee table, still buried inside you to where your phone is & taps it.

"It's the tenth today, hunny when is your period due?" He asks, caressing your nips with his hands, kneading the skin.

You let out a small chuckle at the question. "It was meant to be here yesterday but didn't arrive, i was actually gonna buy a pregnancy test after valentines day if it still hadn't shown up... but i guess i don't need to anymore? you can pull out if you want Binnie i won't mind." you say, chuckling a bit. Changbin chuckles too.

"Don't be silly of course im not pulling out if you're giving me the option to stay in here, it's really hot to be honest. Kinda sucks that you'll be on your period for valentines day though, wont be able to give you a babyyyy" He whines, thrusting into you slowly as he leans over your back to kiss your shoulders.

HYUNJIN

You're lying on the bed, on top of a towel, in missionary as Hyunjin is slowly & sensually thrusting into you, pressing into your lower stomach so it feels that bit better for you, also helping him feel how deep inside you he is. He has already made you turn into basically just a puddle on the bed with the multiple orgasms he has pulled from you, made that bit more intense by the hormones from your period.

Hyunjin moans in a deep but loud pitch as he cums inside you, you whine along with his sounds as you feel his cum paint your walls along with the blood. He leans down & kisses you before gathering his breath & then pulls out before wiping his dick on the towel you're lying on before he slides off the bed, onto his knees, face at your swollen, blood covered cunt & clit.

"Baby whatcha doin? cmere i wanna cuddle" You say while leaning onto your elbows, moving your legs to shut but he stops you & holds them open. "We can cuddle soon gorgeous, but for now, hold your legs open for me baby, i wanna taste all our juices together mkay?" He says, voice cheerful but low in tone before he pushes your legs back, making you reach out & take them as he licks one long stripe from beneath your hole to the very top of your cit. He keeps his tongue out of his mouth to show it to you, a strip of red with a tint of white along his tongue, He hums at your flushed cheeks & blown out eyes as he digs back in.

He begins suckling & nibbling at your clit which makes you begin squirming & thrashing him around slightly but Hyunjin is quick to hold you back down. He moves slightly to let his nose bump & rub against your clit as he starts playing around with your folds & lets his tongue worm its way inside. You squeal at the new feeling.

"Fuck J-jinnie s-s-so good holy f-fuck your tongue feels so good gon-gonna cum alrea-dy" You whine, hand reaching down to wrap your fingers in his hair, pushing him impossibly closer to your cunt, him humming at the reaction coming from you.

Your high hits you a minute later, hyunjin still slurping away at you. You begin to get overstimulated as you come down from your high so hyunjin takes one last loud suck of your cunt before unlatching himself from it, admiring the glistening of your pussy, every inch except for your actual hole, practically as clean of blood as it can be. He worms his way up you & taps your chin. You open your mouth & he spits the mix of cum, blood & your wetness into your mouth.

"Thank you for letting me do that for you baby, cleaned you up so well" He rubs his nose against yours before he begins to move off you to clean his face but you pull him back & kiss him. "no, thank you for cleaning me up, my pretty boy."

HAN JISUNG

Han is beneath you currently blindfolded & tied to the bed by his arms as you finally pop off his dick, letting all the spit that accumulated from the blowjob you just gave him, him whining & complaining because of the loss of pleasure after being edged for the fourth time, tears beginning to wet the eyemask.

"You want my pussy now baby hm?" you ask, taking your panties off & now straddling his waist, grinding along the tiny seat. "yes m-m-mommy p-pulease, i'll do anyt-thing" he whines, trying to wiggle his arms out from their ties but it's no use. "fine, since you have been so patient & such a good boy, i guess you can feel it." You say in a low but pretty sounding voice as you raise your hips slightly when you notice blood on his lower waist, where you were just sitting.

"Oh.. uh Hannie, i.. my periods just came." you remove his blindfold & he does his best to look down & sees the small patch. "so? what's that got to do with anything?" he asks, boba eyes staring at you. "Hannie... you still wanna keep going? it will be.. you know.. messy." you reply back, still got your hips raised & still holding his cock in your hand. "of course i wanna keep going, it's hot as fuck." He giggles, still watching you for a reaction. You blush at his words & you nod before letting yourself sink down on him, both whining (han obviously whining louder & more than you.

FELIX

Felix is playing his Genchin at his PC but isn't paying much attention to the game itself since you are on top of him, riding him. His hands are on your ass helping you as he uses his strength to pull you up & down. You are a babbling mess at this point, drool leaving your mouth & dripping down your chin as he smirks at you & keeps groaning in his deep, heavy voice.

"I can feel ya clenchin' around me, ya gon' cum for me babe? I'm close.. fuck" he moans, leaning in to kiss you, hand leaving your ass to rub your clit.

"B-b-fuck im' cummin'" you squeal, burrying your head in his shoulder as your orgasm squirts onto his balls, shirt & gaming chair beneath him. Felix cums the second you do, your walls clenching him too tight to hold on.

He lifts you up, still inside you as he walks over to the bed & drops you down on it as he kisses your lips, cheek & then forehead before slipping out.

"I'll be right back baby." felix says, jogging into your bathroom. He comes back a minute later & you feel something warm against your pussy which makes you jolt. You look up to see Felix wiping your pussy with a warm damp towel. " What you doing lixie? is something wrong?" you ask, still unaware as to why he is doing this. "ah.. well you started your period babe, i wanted to clean you up a bit so you didn't get embarrassed" he says, blushing. "Oh... i'm sorry i uh.. messed your cock up with my blood, but thank you for cleaning me up lovely but i needa go bathroom, can you help me seeing since i dont think my legs work too well" you chuckle to him & he chuckles too before lifting you up around his waist as he carries you to the bathroom, still kissing you.

SEUNGMIN

Seungmin is under you right now as your thighs are on each side of his face as he is as deep as he can in your pussy as he is balls deep inside your mouth. Spit is dripping from your lips, down his balls, pelvis & legs as he is slurping every bit of juice you are leaking. You feel your orgasm about to hit when he suddenly lifts your hips up slightly so you pull your mouth off his dick.

"i knew you tasted different, kitten got her period, i know you keep track of it so did you do this on purpose hm? wanted me to eat your bloody cunt? that's dirty y/n." He says to you in a low voice, repositioning you both so he is now behind you as your ass is up & your face is cheek down on the bed>

"No sir.. promise, i didn't know it was due, we can stop i don't mi-" You are cut off as you feel his tip impaling you. "Why would i stop now hm? i've already came this far, might aswell feel if it's worth it seeing since i already tasted if it's worth it. You want my dick covered in your blood hm? mark it up even more hm?" He asks you rhetorically, starting to slowly thrust as your legs shake slightly, struggling to keep you up. "y-yes p-please let me sta-stain is sir" you whimper out, knuckles turning white from the grip you have on the bedsheets.

JEONGIN

You & Jeongin have been dating for around two months & you are now under him for the first time. You are in nothing but your thong & matching bra as he has your bra pulled to the side to suck on your nipples. He lets go with a pop when they're both fully hard as his other hand slithers down to your thong.

"You're this wet already? i feel honoured" He gives you his gorgeous cheeky smile & you chuckle back before he slithers his hand under but you realise the wetness he's dragging his fingers along feels.. different. You instantly jolt back which makes Jeongin jump.

"ARE you alright? did i hurt you? do something wrong?" he asks, eyes wide as plates.

"Eh, goodness, i think my periods just started? It.. the wetness feels a bit more thin... if it makes sense" you say, voice slighlty shaken as you grab Jeongins hand & look at it & you indeed do see red on his fingers.

"Holy fuck.. Jeongin i'-i'm so so so sorry, oh my god this is so embarrassing.." You shake a bit & Jeongin reaches over & hugs you tightly. "Don't worry bout it, it's natural so don't be embarrassed. Why not you go get cleaned up & do what you need to do & i'll go get food from the fridge since based off your reaction, i'm guessing you don't want this to be out first time." he giggles slightly & lets go of you to cup your cheeks, wiping the small tear that had rolled down your cheek. You nod at him before he kisses your nose then goes to the kitchen.

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romantichomicide95 · 13 days

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DABI ~ confessions

summary: you ask dabi why he never says those three words back.

cw: toxic relationship vibes, but still kinda cute. dabi opening up in his dabi way.

a/n: bee aren’t you on a writing hiatus? -no comment, also first time i’ve ever written for him and i know his stuff is prob a dead side of tumblr but when in rome.

tagging: @i-literally-cant-with-this (i almost forgot)

“how come you never say it back?” you ask dabi, adjusting your position against him on the couch. this particular question had been on your mind for awhile. whether or not he loved you back. it was something that twisted in your gut like a knife each night that passed. his stark blue gaze flicked away from the television, finding your eyes momentarily before flicking back to the TV.

dabi’s lips twisted slightly, forming a semblance of a frown, one that made his eyes seem even colder and more distant than usual. the faint glow from the television cast unsettling shadows across his scarred face, emphasizing the harsh lines of his expression. “say what back?” he retorted.

you felt your heart beat painfully against your chest. “that you love me,” you whispered.

a low grunt escaped him as he pushes himself up to a sitting position, forcing you off his lap and creating a small distance between you. dabi’s voice drops low, his steely gaze finally settling back on you, sharp and piercing. “love doesn’t really suit me now does it?”

your heart sank at his words, but you couldn’t let it go. “okay…so you don’t love me?” your voice was rising, a mix of frustration and sadness weaving through your words.

dabi looks away again, his jaw clenched tightly. for a moment, there's a flash of vulnerability in his eyes before it disappears behind his mask of indifference. “it’s complicated," he finally says, his voice gruff.

you felt the sting of tears, trying to will them away but failing. “what does than even mean…i’m your girlfriend.”

his silence hung heavily between you, the air charged with the unspoken. he sighed, a sound heavy and filled with something that could almost be mistaken for regret. "can you just drop this and watch tv? i’m fucking tired.”

you wipe away a tear. "no dabi…you know i put up with a lot from you? for one you’re an asshole and like you’re not always nice to me. plus you use my body however you please. but despite that i love you…so i just deal with it.” you begin, the tears now rolling down your cheeks unchecked. “i just want to make you happy. and now you’re telling me you don’t love me? what’s the point?”

"fuck, " dabi cut in, his tone sharper than he intended. he saw the hurt flash across your face and it stirred something inside him. you were right, you do put up with a lot from him. always finding ways to justify his behavior, excuse his cruelty. “don’t cry i hate that shit. i’m not good with feelings and all that.” he runs a hand through his messy hair. the tv light flashes bright, casting a glow across his face illuminating his scars. “it’s not like i don’t care about you.”

“but you don’t love me? i guess i just don’t see why you’re still with me if you don’t.”

there’s a long silence as he struggles internally with the weight of the conversation. “well i am with you aren’t i? who else would put up with me?”

“oh so it’s out of convenience than? that’s real nice dabi jeeze.”

he glares at you for a second, almost like he’s insulted by the insinuation. “no. it’s not out of convenience okay! jesus christ, you’re impossible. can you just drop this please?”

“if that’s the case than why can’t you say it back?” your voice comes out exasperated, shaking and choked. laced with tears and sorrow.

frustrated beyond measure dabi’s blue eyes reflect a mix of anger and turmoil. like there’s two sides desperately clawing away at each other inside him. finally he explodes. "fuck…if you're really that desperate for meaningless words then fine…fine, I LOVE YOU, YOU STUPID IDIOT!" he screamed, his voice cracking under the intensity of his own emotions. the room fell silent, save for the faint hum of the tv in the background. he was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling fast as he continues yelling. “i love you so much it’s fucking infuriating. why do you think i get so mad all the god damn time when guys look at you? why do you think i push back all the time? cause i’m fucking scared. i’m scared you’ll realize what a piece of shit I am and leave me. i fucking love you y/n. of course i do. fuck…are you seriously that dense that you don’t see that?”

the second those words left his mouth, there was a palpable shift in the air. the room suddenly seemed colder, and you could barely believe what you had just heard. you stare back at him in disbelief, unable to form words.

watching you struggle for a response he snorts, shaking his head. a low gritty laugh, utterly emotionless, escapes him. “of course you don’t see it you fucking moron, too busy whining and being a pain in the ass all the time.”

a feeling of relief bubbles inside you, mixed with annoyance at his utter lack of tact and disbelief at his confession. the swirling of emotions comes out of you in a laugh, one that lasts a fraction of a second too long. “how can you be such an asshole while saying something like you just said?” you continue to laugh, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

he rolls his eyes. “just because i said love you doesn’t mean ill suddenly change you moron.” he says, though the hardness in his tone has softened. he shifts uncomfortably, almost as if unsure how to handle the vulnerability he just displayed.

you smile, leaning in to kiss his cheek before settling back on his lap. he scoffs slightly but his arm wraps around you as you both settle back into your prior position. despite himself, dabi finds some comfort in having you close. there’s some peace that bubbles deep within him whenever he’s got your body pressed against his.

you look up at him, tracing the scar along his cheek. “well, i love you a lot…and i wouldn’t leave you by the way, so there’s no reason to be scared.”

“whatever,” he mutters dismissively. “just shut up and watch tv.” he shifts on the couch grabbing the remote and turning the volume up, but not before he leans down to place a small chaste kiss against your forehead.

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txmxkis · 3 months

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can't take my eyes off you

pairing. kuroo tetsurou x gn!reader

genre. fluff

wc. 1236........

warnings. HIGHLY self indulgent as usual, basically self ship coded but hopefully still entertaining and relatable, reader has confidence/self worth issues, sappy af, almost certainly has grammar mistakes

a/n. based on me hating being photographed irl. also why is writing so fun but so scary. TENSES ARE SO HARD

“tetsurou. if you take one more goddamn picture of me, i swear i’ll—"

the sound of his phone camera capturing a picture cuts you off mid sentence, followed immediately by your huff of frustration.

"you'll what, hmm? you don't scare me."

he flashed you a big cheesy grin, all the while still pointing the camera at you. you scowl at him, ready to risk it all and attempt a lunge at his phone in order to stop this madness.

you hated having your picture taken and he knew it, but for some reason he chose to ignore that fact, as if possessed by the need to piss you off. he could be really good at that when he wanted to be.

as soon as you initiated your plan of attack, your hand getting tantalizingly close to the offending device, he pulled it just out of reach. hopelessly, you flopped back onto the bed, groaning in frustration.

“why do you hate me."

“now now. would my camera roll be full of someone i hate?"

“if you were planning to kill me, yea. besides, i dont think having hideous pictures of me is exactly helping your argument.”

he just rolled his eyes in response.

you heard the shutter sound once more while your defenses were down. the last straw.

before he had time to react, you grabbed the nearest blanket and covered your head with it, holding on tightly so that he couldn't expose you to humiliation all over again. you probably had a better chance of ruining his plans by hiding than by trying to overpower him anyway.

“hey! get back here!"

his attempts to uncover you were met with shrieks of protest and a tightened clutch on the blanket. not to mention a few wild jabs of your limbs into the air, which if he hadn't so skillfully dodged, might have hurt just a little.

“fine. time for me to look through these and admire the fruits of my labor."

you cringed at the thought of how the pictures looked. how you looked. most of them were probably blurry anyways because of the thrashing that you were doing to escape the lense, thank god.

maybe you could persuade him to get rid of them. maybe you could sneak into his phone later and delete them yourself. maybe—

“you're beautiful, you know."

all thoughts of treachery came to a screeching halt. after sitting there with your mouth open in shock for a good few seconds, you shook your head, moving the blanket with it.

“nuh uh."

“yuh huh."

“nope."

“without doubt."

his tone of finality made you want to scream your throat sore, but instead you lay there quietly, silently disagreeing with him again.

it was relatively quiet for far too long after that, with quiet cackles drifting over from the other side of the bed being the only sound you could hear from underneath your shield. presumably brought on by pictures that were extra stupid. not to mention revolting.

your thoughts were spiralling right along with your mood now, eyes almost welling up with tears, but you stubbornly pushed them back. it seemed ridiculous to get this worked up over something that wasn't necessarily that serious. kuroo was just trying to be playful and you knew that. it was hard not to feel this way, though, especially when it came to something that was such a big insecurity.

he sighed loudly, snapping you out of your head momentarily.

“can you please come out from under there? i swear the camera's not open. i put the phone down and everything.”

“liar."

“am not! i just wanna see your pretty face with my own eyes now."

you grumbled a weak protest before relenting.

“fine. but i swear if you—"

“would you just hurry up already."

“oh my god, alright."

you slowly pulled the blanket from your face, and you could see that he was telling the truth. for now at least. he was lying there right next to you, already staring, as if straight into your soul. god, you wanted to shrivel up and disappear immediately.

“it's rude to stare, you know."

“don’t care."

you felt so awkward and exposed, and the only thought in your mind now was getting out of this conversation.

you started to try and untangle yourself from the blankets and get up out of the bed, only to feel your own arm being pulled out from under you. falling back next to kuroo, you covered your face and made a noise of frustration.

the first thing you saw after pulling your hands from your face again were those amber eyes still fixed on you, a slight grin on that smackable face.

“ummmm, hello? can I leave?"

he shrugged.

“you can do whatever you want."

you tried to sit up and leave again, only to be pulled right back down next to him a second time.

“i- what's happening right now?”

“good question. i changed my mind, you don't get to leave anymore.”

you masked your face with a deadpan expression, only because you were desperately trying to avoid giving him the satisfaction of seeing you crack a smile.

“are you serious right now?"

“as the plague."

at that, you couldn't help but snort.

“and why is it that you're trapping me here?"

“i decided that you have to lie here and listen to me tell you why you're amazing."

“yea, sure, whatever you say."

“i really can make you a list if you want. although i think it would take less time to make a list of reasons why i don't like you."

“i pick that one."

“ha! nice try. hmm, now let's see... you're endlessly stubborn. quiet and standoffish with most people.”

you raised an eyebrow. maybe this wouldn't be so difficult after all.

“though still kind to everyone who deserves it. alluring. determined. passionate even when it's hard. you care so much that it's scary sometimes. ”

you avoided eye contact. okay. at this point you were starting to feel far too exposed again.

"you try way too hard to keep people at arm's length, but if they're lucky enough to be loved by you, they're taken care of whenever, wherever. you're smart, even if you don't think it's true. stunning as well as irresistible.”

when he said that, he caressed your cheek while you basically became one with the mattress.

“and so independent that it feels like you don't need me around sometimes. but also soft and gentle and giving.”

his voice had dropped almost to a whisper when he spoke those last words. at this point, your face was nearly burning off. you were almost sure that he could feel the heat radiating from you.

“okay, okay—"

“and, oh yea, did i mention beautiful? enough to be my wallpaper."

he picked up his phone and flashed it at you, a slightly blurry picture from not twenty minutes before illuminating the screen. you could tell he was proud of himself from the smug grin stretched across his face.

“you're an ass."

“come onnnnn, you love me, admit it.“

right then, your chest swelled with affection for him, so much that it felt like you could suffocate. still, you paused just long enough for him to start acting offended, before smiling softly and speaking quietly.

“yea, i really do. thank you, tetsurou.”

thank you for reading! <3 — txmxkis

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lcandothisallday · 11 months

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Hi sarah!! I was thinking what if you wrote Jeremy and reader being enemies to lovers but Jeremy never hated her, in fact he always liked her since high school and would try to impress her but it always went wrong which is why she thinks he hates her. Like him trying to show off in the gym at school and accidentally hits reader in the face with the ball and thats just how it all starts. 😮‍💨 That was alot but I think you could write this very well. If not, that’s okay too.

- 🌎anon

i fully didn’t do this request justice and it’s not edited properly so i apologize to all of you😩

Fool for you - Jeremy (WMCJ) x f!reader

You couldn't help your cringe as you entered your new gym. Money was tight so you had to downgrade which wasn't all that bad truth be told, but the sleezy men who kept staring at you and making crude comments as you walked by irked you beyond compare.

With a sigh, you put in your AirPods and play your music before you begin with the stairmaster. As you're climbing, from the corner of your eye you notice a man walking around with a massive bag and bottles of drinks that did not look FDA approved what so over.

You watched in curiosity as he stopped in front of every member, holding the drink up and promoting it like his life depended on it. It wasn't until you got a closer look at who the man was that your eyes widened.

"Oh hell no," you mutter under your breath, slowing down on the stairmaster. There he was--in all his odd hippy glory--Jeremy from high school, the same Jeremy that hated your guts and you never understood why.

You had always thought he was cute all throughout high school, his boyish charm, his curly hair and adorable dimpled smile--mixed with the fact that he was a basketball player, of course you had a little crush on him.

But he always made sure to show you he didn't feel the same. Emphasis on the show you part. There were countless times where you took a basketball to the head, had a drink spilt all over your school work, or simply teased beyond comprehension all in an attempt to embarrass you because he simply hated you.

When Jeremy finished up with one guy, he scanned the room for his next client victim when his eyes landed on you. His breath got caught in his throat as he watched you climb the stairmaster expertly, your thighs and ass taking the full work out.

With a deep breath, his nerves elated, he fixes his shirt by smoothing it down before he slowly begins approaching you.

Ironically, back in high school, Jeremy also had the fattest crush on you. He tried everything to get you to like him but it just continuously backfired because he was always so clumsy or tripping over his words, embarrassing not just himself--but you in the process too.

As you see the curly haired man approach you, you shake your head and immediately turn off the machine.

"Nope." you say sternly, your hand out to stop him in his tracks, cutting him off before he even got the chance to speak. His mouth was agape and eyes wide.

"I didn't even say nothing yet!" he exclaimed in defence. You scoffed and hopped off of the machine.

"I am not in the mood to get hurt today--whatever you're selling, I don't want it. You'll give me food poisoning," you mutter, shaking your head once again.

Jeremy's cheeks went red with embarrassment. "I wasn't uh...wasn't planning on selling you my detox drinks."

You roll your eyes and stare at the curly haired man with your hands on your hips in annoyance. "Is that what you do now?" you ask mockingly. "Given up on basketball and go around dressed like that selling detox drinks to gym bros?"

Truthfully, you didn't mean to sound that rude. You just weren't in the mood to interact with the guy that made your high school experience just a bit more unbearable.

Hearing your insult made Jeremy bite his lip and look down at his feet momentarily in shame. "Well I mean...wasn't exactly my plan...tore both my ACLs and didn't heal properly so I gotta make money somehow," he mumbled in response.

His response made you feel terrible. "Jeremy I'm sorry. That was rude of me," you apologize softly. "I didn't know."

"How could you?" he muttered sarcastically, causing you to frown.

"Look--you came up to me," you argued, crossing your arms over your chest. “Don’t get all sassy with me now,” you said while frowning.

Jeremy chuckled and ran a nervous hand through his hair. “Look…it’s been a while right? we’ve both matured—so why don’t you come to one of my games?” he suggested. “We can catch up after.”

You look at him in question with a slightly raised brow. You couldn’t deny that the adorable and hopeful expression on his face made your heart flutter ever so slightly. Maybe he has grown.

“Sure why not.”

It’s a few days later and you follow the directions that Jeremy had texted you with the location of where the mini ball games were being held. As you approached the stands and took in your surroundings, you began to feel bad for him. Graduating from highschool, everyone thought he was enroute to playing in the NBA so seeing him have to resort to playing in small competitions to keep his passion alive was something that was a bit disheartening—no doubt the feeling probably worse for him.

When Jeremy saw you take a seat in the first row, his heart beat quickened. “She actually came,” he muttered in disbelief under his breath, not having expected you to show up.

Kamal overheard and chuckled. “That her?” he asked for confirmation, Jeremy nodding. “Bro…no offence but she’s outta your league.”

Jeremy groaned. “Don’t you think I know that?” he whined. “I can never impress her—believe me I’ve tried.”

Kamal smirked as he teasingly patted his friend’s back. “Guess you gotta be on your A game, huh?”

The game went rather smoothly with you watching Jeremy with a smile on your face. He managed to not make a complete fool out of himself and you were impressed to say the least. It was nice to see that he still had game.

On the final play of the game, Jeremy had the ball. He glanced over at you momentarily, which was possibly the worst idea he could’ve done because his nerves got the best of him and with full force, as he went to take a three, it air balled and hit you right in the head.

Some of the girls in the stands also watching the game, snickered, one even whispering “that had to be on purpose,” to her friend.

With a shake of your head, you begin to walk off, not wanting to give Jeremy the satisfaction. It really did feel like he invited you under false pretences of a truce when in reality his whole plan was to embarrass you again. A sick joke.

“Y/N I’m sorry!” Jeremy exclaimed, running after you and stopping you in your tracks as he gently reached for your arms.

“That one actually fucking hurt Jeremy!” you exclaim, turning to face him which is when he noticed the growing bruise on your forehead. “I get it—you hate me! Does my presence around you evoke some sort of violent behaviour or something?”

Jeremy furrowed his brows in confusion. “I don’t hate you. Your presence actually makes me nervous—”

“Okay well if you don’t hate me then why are you always throwing shit at me?!”

“It’s on accident!”

“Every single time?!??”

Jeremy groaned, “I like you!” he exclaimed in exasperation. “I turn into a Damn fool around you! Can’t talk or walk or play ball—thought I’d grown out of it,” he sighed. “Apparently not.”

You furrowed your brows as you stared at him. He sounded sincere. “You have absolutely zero game you know that?”

“Only around you.”

You tried to keep a serious face but you couldn’t help your small laugh. “You’re ridiculous,” you say with a playful shake of your head. “And the funny thing is I’m actually endeared by you which sucks because I genuinely think if I do something about it—I might end up dead one day with the way you are around me.”

Jeremy cheeks went red and he gave you a shy smile. “I’m hoping that isn’t the case. Let me take you on a proper first date. No basketballs around,” he breathed out.

You can’t hide your amused smile. “One date…to test the waters.”

Jeremy grinned, his hand coming up to access your bruise before his grin turned into a wince in shame. “M’ really sorry about this,” he mumbled.

“You’ll make it up to me.”

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jeremy x reader #jeremy wmcj #wmcj #white men can’t jump #wmcj fics

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jae-bummer · 1 year

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Romantic Walks on the Beach

Request: Hey, I'm Shy to ask this💀🫠, but could you write a story about y/n and Chan going to the beach late in the middle of the night And please make it cute and funny🌚

Pairing: Stray Kids Chan x Reader

Genre: Fluff

*Tap*

*Taptap*

Slowly opening your eyes, you hazily blinked up at the ceiling. You furrowed your brow, focusing on where the noise that had woken you up was coming from.

*Tap*

Narrowing your eyes in the direction of the window, you tried to remember if there was a tree in the backyard of this vacation home or not. Maybe it was windy, and the branches were just hitting against the window.

*Taptap*

You groaned and finally rolled over. Gingerly touching your phone, you read the numbers displayed on the too bright screen. 12:37 AM.

"I'm going to cut the branch down," you hissed to yourself. "And then I'm going to make the tree watch as I start a bonfire with it."

Dragging yourself to the window, you ripped back the curtains, ready to verbally assault shrubbery. Instead of the spindly, old tree you had assumed was harassing you, you found a mid-sized human instead.

"Chris?" you muttered, squinting to see him better.

Sure enough, there was a Bang Chan standing in the back yard, a handful of what appeared to be pebbles in his palm.

You immediately felt the irritation melt from your body as you stared at him. Unlocking the window, you started to slide it up, just as he began to rear his shoulder back. Before he recognized you in the window, he let the rock fly. Slumping to the floor, you squeaked in surprise as the pebble flew through the window and bounced off of the nightstand. Popping back up again, you looked at Chan with a gaping mouth.

"Sorry!" he whisper-yelled. His shoulders drew up to his ears in embarrassment as he cringed.

You waved him off before calling back. "Chris, what are you doing?"

"I couldn't sleep!"

You lifted your brows, waiting for him to continue.

"I thought maybe you'd go on a walk with me?"

You heaved a sigh before nodding quickly and shutting the window. You could likely get a better explanation if you just met him outside.

Looking around the unfamiliar room, you tried to remember where you had put your hoodie. Somehow you had managed to snag the top-most room of the rental (all by yourself) when playing a game of rock, paper, scissors with the rest of the kids. When you had agreed to this weekend vacation, you assumed you'd be bunking with one of the boys, so it was a pleasant surprise.

Finally finding what you were looking for, you hustled as quietly as you could down the stairs. Your efforts were likely fruitless though, with the amount of sleep these guys needed, there was little chance of waking them up.

Pulling on your sneakers, you eased out of the back door and onto the patio. Chan gave you a small, awkward wave from where he was still standing under your window. You approached him, and crossed your arms, waiting.

"Uh...hi," he grinned.

"Let me in on a secret, Chris," you said. "Why were you throwing rocks at my window? When we're staying at the same place?"

Chan chuckled. Shaking his head, he pressed his palms to his eyes. "Call it sleep deprivation?"

"I would at least like to hear the logic behind it," you smiled. You loved it when Chan was flustered. You loved it even more when you were the reason for it.

"I couldn't sleep," he sighed, dropping his hands.

"As mentioned."

His nostrils flared as he shot you a momentarily glare. "I thought, wouldn't it be nice to look at the stars, so I came down here. Then I heard the waves crashing on the beach and my feet started to pull me that way, but I didn't want to go by myself."

"And the first person you thought to coerce for a long, romantic walk on the beach...?"

"Definitely wasn't Han," Chan smirked. "I didn't want to be a creep and let myself into your room while you were sleeping. And my motivation may or may not have been influenced by the number of stairs to get there."

You rolled your eyes before finally nodding. "Fiiiine Christopher Bang. Romance me!"

Chan broke into a full smile before flexing his hand in a "gimme" motion. You slid your fingers between his and immediately felt a wash of goosebumps cascade over your skin. The two of you had grown really close over your short time of knowing each other. You were stuck in the in between place of friends and dating, but you were both okay with that for now. Not everything had to be defined. You were still so new and enjoying the moments of learning each other."

Tugging you along, Chan glanced over his shoulder at the house growing smaller in the distance. "You think they'll be okay unsupervised?"

"What's the worst that could happen?" you huffed. "They're all asleep."

"Y/N," Chan laughed, shaking his head. "I don't think you understand the innate ability my members have to be casually destructive, no matter their state of consciousness."

"Hey, this whole adventure was your idea," you hummed, swinging your interlaced hands between you. "I've been awoken. There's no backing out now."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he said, lifting up your hand to place a soft kiss to your knuckles.

Walking in companionable silence, it wasn't long before your feet hit sand. You took a deep breath in and sighed happily.

"Now look at that," Chan smiled. "Not even grumpy about being woken up anymore, are you?"

"I wouldn't go that far," you muttered, popping your shoes and socks off. Setting your feet in the sand caused you to shiver, the night much cooler than you had anticipated.

Watching you, Chan immediately noticed your sudden chill. Sidling up behind you, he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist before beginning to waddle you forward.

"Chan!" you gasped before dissolving into laughter. "What are you doing?"

"Walking toward the water," he said simply, his breath hot on your neck.

"No, I mean-"

"And also keeping you warm," he chirped. "Unlike some people we know, I am capable of multitasking."

Gripping tightly to his forearms as you continued walking, you couldn't help but giggle at the sight of the two of you. You stumbled forward, getting closer to the water as Chan's strides were wide, careful not to disrupt yours.

Only a few yards away from the incoming tide, he finally tugged you to a stop and set his chin on your shoulder. Letting out his own contented sigh, you could feel him tilt his head to look at the sky.

"Hey, Y/N," he whispered.

"Hm?"

"Have you ever thought about how small we are?"

"...I'm trying really hard not to make a joke," you managed.

You didn't have to be facing Chan to know his expression was one lacking amusement. "Height discrimination aside."

"It's hardly discrimination to point out that-"

"I am tall enough!" he gasped. "Now quit making this about me and my extraordinary tallness."

"Right, right," you laughed. "Being small, but definitely not in a height way. I'm with you."

"I mean like, in the universe," he continued. "Like when you look up at the stars, don't you feel so..."

"Insignificant?" you chirped. Spinning around in Chan's arms, you searched his face. His lips were slightly parted, and eyebrows furrowed as his eyes locked on yours. "Like a bit of dust on this giant space rock?"

"That," he laughed. "Even with making somewhat of a name for myself. Coming out here and looking up into the sky really grounds me."

"You're the most grounded person I know," you hummed, poking lightly at his chest. "And you've made more than "somewhat" of a name for yourself."

"I'm not fishing for compliments, Y/N," he smiled.

"You shouldn't have to fish," you sighed. "Not when you deserve every single one of them."

"Just spitting facts then?" he chuckled, shaking his head. He leaned forward and placed his forehead against your shoulder. "Maybe I should tell you a fact then."

You leaned backward, forcing him to stand up straight. Your eyes grew wide in anticipation. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he nodded, biting his lip. "Not to alarm you, but there is a concerningly large crab right behind you."

You narrowed your eyes, trying to process what you thought would be a compliment. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Monster crab," he said shortly. "Directly behind your right leg."

Closing your eyes, you let out a slow exhale. "Please tell me you're joking."

"We can either run or-"

"What's he going to do!" you gasped. "Pinch me to death?"

"Hey, I'm just thinking of your safety here," he laughed, keeping his focus trained behind you. "His beaty little eyes...that's just not right."

"Don't insult him!" you cried, remaining still. "How did we decide it was a "him" anyway?"

"You're right," Chan said, nodding in what you assumed to be the crab's direction. "I'm sorry for assuming your gender. I should have asked."

"Chris," you groaned. "I'm just going to quickly-"

At that moment, you felt a small pull on your sweatpants. You glanced down, and to your horror, the crab had pinched the fabric.

With little fanfare, you took off running, hauling Chan with you. It didn't take much to shake yourself from the crab's clutches, but it didn't stop your sprint. Making your way back to the road, you finally paused at the entry to the beach and collapsed into Chan's arms. He swung you around, giggling until you both finally plopped into the sand, tangled in each other.

Both of you let out shaky laughter between strained breaths, all the while maintaining tentative eye contact.

"That," you huffed. "That was ridiculous."

"I can see the news now," Chan nodded. "Two beachgoers assaulted by mutant crustacean."

"Mutant?!" you hiccupped.

"How else could it have possibly gotten that big!" Chan argued. "I thought he was going to start speaking to us in Korean at any moment. I saw ninja turtles; I know how it works!"

"I'd hardly count ninja turtles as a reputable source," you sighed, sitting up. Chan did the same and grimaced.

"I guess I kind of ripped you off about the fact, didn't I?"

You thought to your conversation pre-ocean spider attack. "I mean, you weren't lying."

"I wanted to say something nice about you though," he grumbled.

"I know this may come to you as a shock, but you are still perfectly capable of doing that now."

Glancing at you quickly, his pout broke into a smile. "You're right."

"I'm aware."

Shaking his head, Chan reached to tuck a piece of your frazzled hair behind your ear. "My smart and beautiful, Y/N. It is a fact that you have completely stolen my heart."

You groaned before smacking him in the chest. "So corny!"

"No, no, wait!" he laughed, gripping the wrist of the hand that had just hit him. He pressed it flat over his heart. "Really! When I was talking about how I felt so...insignificant in the grand scheme of things. You have this way of making me feel less alone.

I've felt so lonely for so much of my life, your companionship has been a shock to my system. Of course I have my boys, but it's different when you have romantic feelings for someone. There's this hole that's been filled that I didn't even realize existed."

"Don't let any of them know you said that," you whispered. Your chest felt so full with his words. Chan's whole existence was the equivalent of a warm hug.

"I'm pretty sure they already know," he smiled easily. "Thank you for letting me show you this side of myself."

"No thanks needed, silly," you whispered. Leaning forward, you pressed a light kiss to his mouth. Pulling back, you felt a zing to your stomach as you watched him lick his lips. "I'm glad you feel safe with me."

"I do," he nodded. Quirking a brow, he smirked. "At least whenever we're not being attacked by ocean life."

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wilbursprincess · 3 months

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You don't have to but a fic where reader is accompanying wilbur on tour and he has to get up for a gig but he dosent Wanna get out of bed with you?

“I Just Want to Lie Here With You Forever”

Wilbur Soot x Female Reader

Warnings: Pet names, kissing, slightly suggestive jokes, just so much fluff lol

You have no clue how much I love this idea, anon! Writing squeal-worthy Wilbur fluff is what I was put on this earth to do. Chronic pain has been giving me hell today, so waking up to this adorable ask and being able to write it as a distraction from my hellish uterus is just what I needed <3

Fic below cut!

The blaring alarm makes me groan, blinking open my eyes from where I’m snuggled against Wilbur’s chest. For a second, I don’t know where I am, the strange surroundings of the hotel room and rough cotton bedsheets against my skin momentarily confusing.

“It feels like I just went to sleep,” Wilbur groans, pulling me closer into him with a contented sigh. “What time is it?”

“8am sharp,” I yawn. “And you’ve got a gig tonight, remember?”

He sighs. “Awwww. But I just want to stay here in bed with you all day.”

“Me too,” I admit. Our bare legs are tangled together, him just in a pair of boxer shorts since I stole his tshirt. “But you’re supposed to be on the tour bus in an hour.”

Wilbur sleepily shakes his head, his beard scruff ticking against my cheek. “They can wait. I just want to spend time with my girl.”

“Well, I’m here now,” I murmur, pecking kisses all over Wilbur’s face, his face curving into a sleepy smile. “You’re so cute when you’re sleepy, Will.”

When his lips meet mine, I forget we’re in a hotel room in an unfamiliar city and should be getting up and ready for the gig. His hands slip under my tshirt, tracing circles onto my bare back.

“Shirt thief,” Wilbur murmurs against my smiling lips. “You’re so adorable that I can’t help but forgive you, darling.”

I giggle, running my fingers through his bedhead. “That’s what you get for leaving it on the bed when you were in the shower.”

Wilbur plants a trail of kisses from my lips to my cheek, down to my neck, and nibbling to my collarbone. “I can’t get enough of you this morning.”

“If you keep this up, I’ll have to remind you that I didn’t pack a turtleneck!”

My second alarm beeps from my phone. 8:30. We both ignore it.

Wilbur giggles, brushing his nose against mine from where we’re lying face-to-face. “How long till they come looking for us?”

“Long enough.”

At exactly 8:59am, we awkwardly make it onto the bus, with our haphazardly packed luggage, messy hair, and pajamas. Mark, Ash, and Joe all turn around to stare at us.

“Back to the bunk?” Wilbur asks me, gesturing to the back of the tour bus.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

#princesswrites #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x reader #mcyt x you #wilbur soot #wilbur x you #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot x female reader #princessfics

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noforkingclue · 3 months

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Hi can you please please write a fic where reader is young and Sherlock loves her, she does too but her parents are against it. Like her father is furiously against it and her mother thinks she's too young for him and he might not see her like that, it upsets her and she confronts Sherlock if he really loves her, because if yes then she'd do anything, go against all odds to be with Sherlock.

Note: requests are currently closed

So I made the readers in her late twenties and Sherlock in his late thirties so there's a ten year age gap.

Hope you like the fic :)

Title: Approval

Warnings: age gap relationship

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

From the sound of your footsteps up the stairs Sherlock could tell that you were upset. No, he frowned as you got closer, not just upset you were angry as well. The door to the flat flew open and you marched into the room. Sherlock momentarily took his gaze off of his experiment as you collapsed into his chair.

“What happened?” he asked as he turned his attention back to his work

“Do you love me?”

It was one of the rare times that Sherlock was caught off guard. He sighed and turned off the bunsen burner and leant against the kitchen table.

“Why?” he asked

“I… want to know.”

“No you don’t.”

You glared at him as you pulled your legs up to your chest and curled into a ball.

“Just out of everyone,” you muttered softly, “why me?”

Sherlock hesitated for a moment unsure about exactly how to proceed. You were always better at this than him, loath as he was to admit it to himself. You understood people in a way that he never could.

“Would you like a cup of tea?” he asked after an unhealthily long silence

“I would like you to answer my question,” you said, “but I wouldn’t say no to a cuppa.”

You stood up and joined Sherlock in the kitchen. You knew that cooking (chemistry didn’t count) wasn’t his strong suit, despite his best efforts.

“Why are you asking whether or not I love you?” Sherlock asked while the two of you waited for the kettle to boil

“Why aren’t you answering my question.”

“I would like the context.”

“It’s-” you cut yourself off and ran a hand over your face, “It’s my parents.”

Sherlock glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. You were going to say something else but he could read you well enough to know not to push it.

“What did they say?”

“My Dad doesn’t want us to be together,” you snapped, “He thinks you’re too old for me and I’m too young and naive to know what I really want. My Mum also thinksI’m too young and that I don’t understand how the real world works. For fucks sake, I’m almost thirty. I have a job, pay rent. I’ve seen horrific shit in my job that they couldn’t even think could happen. There are celebrities that have twenty, thirty year age gap relationships and yet they think ten years is too much.”

You hadn’t realised you’d been crying until Sherlock put his hands on your shoulders. You pressed your forehead against his chest and he tensed under your touch. However, after a moment he raised his arms and wrapped them around you.

“I need to know if you feel the same way,” you said, “that you love me. If you do, I will fight for this. If not…”

You trailed off and inhaled deeply. You closed your eyes not wanting to finish the sentence.

“I love you, Sherlock Holmes,” you said softly, “I really do but I want you to understand what I am giving up. Do you… do you love me too?”

Sherlock’s grip on you tightened and he pressed his forehead against your shoulder. Your breath hitched slightly and Sherlock said,

“You are one of the few people who tolerate me. I know that I am not the best at… expressing my feelings towards you but,”

He pulled back and looked down at you. His hand rose to your chin and tilted your head so you were looking directly at him.

“I assure you that I do feel the same.”

“Good. Then I know exactly what to tell my parents.”

You raised yourself up on your tiptoes and pressed a brief kiss on Sherlock’s lips.

“I’m also sure that Mycroft would be happy to get your parents to stop commenting on our relationship if you asked him.” Sherlock muttered

“He’d do that for you?”

“I said that you’d need to ask him. He might do that for you.”

#fanfiction #bbc sherlock #reader insert #request #sherlock holmes #sherlock x reader

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tomatoswup · 10 months

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Cheer up!📣

summary: A cheerleading injury sure does hurt, and theres no one to cover you! Oh dear who else could help you in these daring times!

warnings/tags: cheerleader!reader,,,sharp shooter! Vash,,, injury,,,,University!AU/Modern!AU,,,,kinda suggestive? ur bf vash just looks good bestie,, self-concious vash,,, reader drags wolfwood with them b/c they made him drive,, Cheerleading at a football game,,,possessive vash(barely),,cheerleading outfit Vash :P,,,vash x reader,,,

⋆｡°✩inspir. from robin william's performance with the cheerleaders of the broncos

A/N: sorry for not putting anything up, it was a bit of a busy week and i needed some time away from looking at a screen for so long hehehe,,,here's another lil thingy i wanted to write when it popped up on my feed and by write i mean really wanted to write Enjoy!

p.s: i also opened a ko-fi if anyone wanted to donate a coffee!☕️

✨i’m also back on working on requests sorry for the late delays for those who sent one in! I will be working on them and trying to get them out as fast as I can!

The hard steps of heeled shoes on clean cut grass, the twirls of bodies and hips, and the glittering shine of outfits under the heat of the blistering sun.

Did you never get enough of it? No you didn't, maybe it was the charm to it!

...Okay definitely not the heat but the rush of the performance? Pretty fun!

Cheerleading was no easy feat especially if you get hurt during it.

And you were well known for not having the best luck.

"Coach please, I really need to perform, the routine isn't gonna look right if I'm not there-" You pleaded, limping behind your coach Roberto as he slowly walked to the sidelines.

A normal day of practice had quickly turned upside down when you accidentally tripped over your feet in the middle of the routine, bending your ankle in an odd way that you did not want to look at.

With a clipboard in his hands, the music continued to blast through the air as the rest of your teammates practiced just a bit away on the field. "As much as you wanna protest about it, I'm not putting you in. You hurt? Take a break." He rasped out.

Shit.

You watched as the realization grew on his face until he put a hand up to rub the bridge of his nose with a sigh "Now who the hell am I gonna find to take your place. No one in this damned place knows any of these moves besides you guys..."

You put a hand over your eyes in attempted to stop getting blinded from the sun, momentarily looking back at your team. The upcoming performance was against a pretty much bigger university and you knew ya'll couldn't let everyone down.

Who else could take your spot-

And it were if a lightbulb went off on top of your head, you gasped out at the memory. Maybe there was one person.

Out of all the times you've been unsure if you were doing a routine right, those insecure times in need of help, you've always gone to one person with a bit of a sharp eye.

"I think I know someone..."

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Vash liked to help people.

Well, it wasn’t a like really but more of a love. Sometimes he found himself trying to do the best he could for those who he loved and cherished even though he doesn't really know if he could.

A bit of a fault in the Saverem's head.

But he never really thought he would've been presented with something like this.

"Uh, I don't know about this... I don't think I'll pull it off."

"I think you'll look great Vash! Honestly, I really wouldn't know how to repay you if you did!" You cheekily smiled at your boyfriend, both of his hands clasped in your own as the both of you sat on your dorm room bed.

Really? He couldn't help but nervously laugh "I don't know if these-" You let go of his hands as he reached over and held up the garments that you had laid out next to you, the tips of his ears turning red from the thoughts. You wore this?

Thighs out, a cut top that showed more than he would've liked to the public, jeez Vash wanted to just wrap you in a blanket and hold you down until everything was over!

You definitely pulled this off but him?

"-Will fit me."

"Don't worry about it Vash, they’re stretchy!" You reassured him.

But you still saw the look uncertainty on him, his mouth tilted in a small pout and an eyebrow raised upwards, making you exhale and give him a soft smile.

"You don't have to do this for me ya’ know? Seriously, I can always perform next season, I mean this sprained ankle isn’t gonna heal quick so maybe I should listen to Roberto about this. “

“No.” Vash abruply cut you off, taking you aback when he turned the other way, hiding his face away from you.

Shit, did you bother him? This was a big favor after all, you couldn't blame him for saying no. You would've said it yourself if you had been asked too.

'Maybe it's too much for him...' You thought, before putting a hand up to put on his shoulder.

“Actually Vash, maybe I'll just rest. I can always tell Roberto change the routine or something! I know you have your shooting competition soon-“

Hearing Vash mumble under his breath, you leaned in closer, not having caught what he said. "What did you say?"

“...I didn’t say I wasn’t gonna do it. I'm worried if the outfit looks bad on me.” He spoke up before turning back to you, giving you a cheeky smile before setting a quick kiss on the tip of your nose.

"But I really don't think the shoes are gonna fit.."

And before you knew it, two weeks had passed and you watched on from the large bleachers at the field below as the fans roared all around the arena before the start of the game.

"So Vash did this willingly?" Vash's roommate Wolfwood flatly asked, leaning back lazily in his seat as you fixed the red jacket on your shoulders belonging to the spiked hair blonde.

"Yeah, he did."

Wolfwood crossed his arms, staring out towards the field as the countdown began ticking to its final seconds in a moments thought "Hope you taught him well."

You leaned to the side towards Wolfwood "I swear I'll pay for your gas Wolfwood."

"I don't think you understand, I had to really drive your ass all the way over here instead of indulging in my beauty sleep." He put a offended hand to his chest.

Did he really think you could've drove there with a swollen ankle?

"...I won't tell Milly you took her welcome lollipops from the entry way the last time you visited."

Wolfwood's head snapped to you, shooting you a glaring squint under his black sunglasses whilst earning a mischievous thumbs-up from yourself.

It was only a few seconds before he swiped his hand out and slapped the side of your knee "Just watch your damn boyfriend already."

Thank you for your patronage~

And when the buzzer rang, you really couldn't hear shit but the screams of football fans as the music began, and that infamous intro you've trained to for the last few weeks boomed out.

God, you kinda hoped he didn't second guess himself, as much as he was clumsy at moments, throughout all the time you've gotten to know him his memory did not fail him one bit.

Just breathe and go with the flow.

Thats what you told him the night before when he left back to his room, having practiced one more time with you.

You hoped he took it what you said to heart.

"Look! The cheerleaders are coming out!" A small girl that had been sitting behind you exclaimed with a pointing finger.

And out ran your team from the break hallway and into the field and in line. One by one, you quickly scanned the running line of cheerleaders crossing the field until you spotted the very out of place tall blonde.

Gotcha cutie!

Running out and following the line leader, Vash's white gloved hand waved towards the crowd as everyone screamed out, both in anticipation and surprise.

"WHO IS THAT?!"

"That's the uni's #1 sharp shooter! Vash The Stampede!"

"What is he doing there!?"

"Maybe he's promoting his team?"

Or maybe you should've gotten some binoculars because why was your boyfriend putting that outfit to work? Sure he was fit and all but damn.

A short white cropped top that ended at his waist with decorative diamond lining and a matching skirt and white heeled boots, the white shiny outfit was one reminiscing a more western look this performance and honestly you weren't mad... How did you never notice your boyfriend had hips?

Nope, not mad at all..

"GO VASH GO!" You screamed at the top of your lungs as the cheerleaders got in place. Picking up the pom-poms from the ground, with one hand on the hip and the other thrown up into the air, you watched as he was the last to put his hand up.

"LET'S GO!"

And with one hip sway, did the Vash slay.

#trigun imagines #vash x reader #trigun #trigun headcanons #trigun stampede x reader #vash imagine #vash the stampede #vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede imagine #hehehee #another day another slayyy #yes the title is a twice reference LMFAOOOOO #but cmon vash in a cheerleading outfit?? HE'D EAT EVERYONE UPPP

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takeyourcyanide · 4 days

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This is going to be difficult for me to coherently put, but I’ll try.

The Mind Electric (Miracle Musical) means a lot to me - which is really saying something. I’ve been religiously listening to it for years now, and I only wish I could’ve discovered it sooner, as little me would’ve been astounded at just how relatable it was. It would’ve been a sort of comfort, just as it is now.

I don’t know if this was what they were going for when writing the song, but it is possibly the most accurate and respectful depiction of schizophrenia I have ever seen within any form of media. And it’s only more impressive if none of the members of the band happen to be on the schizophrenic spectrum themselves.

(A lot of rambling about the lyrics and shit and the song below the cut)

I don’t even know where to begin with the song itself. It is the most profound and excellent piece of art I have ever had the pleasure of listening to. It expertly tells its story through not only what are some of the best lyrics I have ever heard, as someone who listens to everything under the sun, but also through all of the background noises and conversations that even play during the singing itself. The distortions are representative of not only fading, incoherent, burning (caretaker reference), and non-chronological memories, but also the desire to possibly not think of oneself in a certain way or simply not seeing oneself in a particular light (the referring to himself as insane) but being forced to, or struggling to recall one’s memories. The way in which the song builds up, only to hit at the end is masterful. The way in which he begs, he pleads for just a semblance of sympathy and understanding - for the help he has become so utterly desperate for… There are no words that can convey what I’d like to express. The background noises can also be representative of not only the electric chair (various zaps and such), but also hearing whispers and indiscernible sounds at random times (schizophrenia). I love how they depict just how the judgmental, pompous, and stigmatizing nuns, judges, and doctors can ultimately be, especially towards those with a mental illness - like in the lyric “here in my kingdom I am your lord I order you to cower and pray.” In the lyric video, pray flashes between pray and prey, which can be interpreted as both these mental health professionals preying on their patients, especially at the time the electric chair was thought to be a good form of treatment, but can also be interpreted as your own brain preying upon you, you being the prey in its kingdom. Oh and this also goes along with the line “condemn him to the infirmary.” It is detailing how patients are treated in psychiatric wards and hospitals and such, of course. Perhaps it’s a bit of both. They wonderfully depict how cognitive decline feels - how it feels to observe as you agonizingly deteriorate before your own two eyes, and how no one seems to understand what is ultimately happening, simply settling on essentially torturing you (electric chair), not taking you seriously or listening to you because you’re below them and “insane.” I love how, at the end, he says “Doctor, I can’t tell if I’m not me.” A constant in and out, losing yourself and gaining yourself back momentarily, only to feel yourself being taken away by the static once more. You’re too distracted by the incessant noise, by how difficult it is to simply live to even bother with whatever you used to, only making it more difficult to live - a constant cycle, a constant battle. By the end, there will only be a shell of what was once you. You can either accept their “miracle cures” or die. You can tiene accept their scrutiny or face the most horrifying death imaginable. Because you have to live and watch as you still have your body, but not longer yourself. I love the line “see how your brain plays around and you fall inside a hole you couldn’t see.” Precisely. You don’t even realize when you fall into the hole. Things are just exponentially worse, but it’s as though it’s always been that way, and you know no else. “Please help me understand what’s going on inside my mind.” At this point, you’re willing to accept their medication, their torture, because you can’t fucking take it anymore. It’s a desperate plea. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I so different? Why I am struggling so much? You cry out for help only to be either turned away or judged throughout treatment, treated like a dog needed to be whipped into submission.

And GOD do I love “see how the serfs work the ground and they give it all they’ve got and they give it all they’ve got and you give it all you’ve got til you’re down.” BECAUSE YES. Absolutely. You give it everything, but you’re essentially fighting a losing battle. You walked into a war you knew you were going to lose and fought like hell anyway, only to end up institutionalized, or unable to simply exist anymore.

Just every single lyric. Every single fucking lyric. I could go on about this forever with anyone who would be willing to listen. I have more to say.

Not to mention nuns being involved, as religion was often viewed as its own cure if I’m not mistaken, like schizophrenics used to be thought of as demon possessed. It’s clear this is set somewhere in most likely the nineteenth century, as many source say electric chairs/electroconvulsive therapy were in use primarily from the 30s to the 70s. They declined in the 60s and 70s, but apparently saw a resurgence in the 80s. Anyway. The way it begins with the whole song in reverse? Anyway, I am done for now.

#takeyourcyanide #takeyourcyanide’s ramblings #the mind electric #miracle musical #tally hall

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theratartist-2815 · 2 months

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wrote sum stuff for a scott pilgrim oc of mine

said writing continued under the cut, check tags for tws

i am snapped awake by a jolt of electricity, exploding through my veins and putting a jumpstart to my heart. it felt like a kick from a mule whenever my heart started pounding, like an old train engine suddenly forced to carry freight after not being in use for so long.

it was cold. i was cold. my eyes flew open as i sat up like i had been pulled by some otherworldly force. i looked around. it was dark. two men in glasses cheered, round and square framed.

"HES ALIVE!" the one in the circular frames cried, his clothes and glasses covered in blood. thats when i became aware of my own body, completely bare against the cold stainless steel metal operating table.

i only saw more blood, and fresh stitches on my abdomen where i had been operated on. my brain flickered to life, though nothing about myself i knew. it was confusing. i was dazed, momentarily.

i realized i had tubes attached to me, in my arms and on the back of my neck. thats when the adrenaline rush hit, and it hit hard. the men were still cheering as i ripped the tubes from my body, getting up off of the table, stumbling as i struggled to walk.

the man in the circular glasses didnt notice me get up, so i ran. however, the one with the sharp rectangular ones noticed and tried to subdue me.

i felt my arm move back, then barrel towards the mans face like a bullet. it hit him smack on the nose, with a small crack. the punch i threw was almost like muscle memory. memory that my brain didnt have.

i think i broke his nose, but i definitely broke his glasses. he fell to the ground, in agony. he called for the man in the circular frames.

midas.

that name i wont forget. thats because i knew what that name was from. greek mythology. the king of phyrgia, who could turn anything to gold, haven been blessed by dionysus.

thats when i put two and two together, as i ran up the stairs, my bare feet smacking against cold concrete. i had just been brought back from the cold clutches of death.

ironic his name was midas, then. he brought me back to life. no touch of gold, a touch of life. though i could sense judging by the cold dark basement i had to run up from, the intentions of this were.. dubious at best. i dont want to think about the worst.

when i reached the top step, there was a ladder i had to climb to reach a trap door. mustve been correct in my judgement this place had less than humane intentions, as it was locked up tight. i began to scale the ladder as i heard footsteps pattering from the stairwell below. just as i heard the mans voice, i was up and out of the trapdoor.

i was now in an office of some sort, where i noticed a trash chute. in that split second, i decided to jump in, knowing it was either escape into the trash or be caught and used for god knows what from these men.

i opened the trash chute, sliding inside. i was barreling down, my bare skin freezing against the cold metal. then, just as i got the feeling my body would never stop hurtling downward, i hit the bottom of the trashcan with a loud metallic pang.

i mustve been unlucky, it mustve been trash day recently. my entire body ached. from the sudden jolt to life, the stitches my body had, and from hitting the empty garbage bin. i had to lay there for a second, breathing heavily.

soon, i crawled out of the garbage. i knew theyd be looking for me. i was in a dark alleyway. it smelled awful, i mustve been wrong about trash day, because the other bins themselves were full. did they switch them out? oh well, it didnt matter. i stumbled out, searching for something to cover up.

i managed to find some clothes, though dirty, ruined, and too small on me, which smelled of garbage. but it was better than nothing. i had to get the hang of walking, even though my newly awakened muscles begged me not to. i felt like i was about to collapse.

i saw a building in the distance, cars all around it. there was flashing multicolored lights coming from the windows, and i could feel the baseline from here. a party. perfect. i needed help, before i passed out in the alleyway and woke up in that mysterious laboratory again.

i shuffled my way towards the building, making a beeline for the doors. i felt like a zombie. i definitely looked like a zombie too. i passed by a graveyard on the way. i thought it was ironic, though, i could barely form thoughts that were coherent that werrent about the current situation at hand.

i pushed my way through the doors when i got there, hobbling to my destination, though i didnt exactly have one. i received weird looks from the people at the party as i shuffled along aimlessly, in no particular direction.

i bumped into two people, men, who looked scarily alike each other. i ignored it, and kept walking. i also bumped into a man wearing all black, but i ignored him too. i pushed through a crowd, bumping into various people.

there was a woman wearing round glasses, like midas, with her hair up in a ponytail. she snapped at me to watch where i was going, but i ignored her. i bumped into another person, a man with scruffy brown hair and close shaven beard. he looked slightly nervous, but i didnt pay attention to it.

i pushed through, bumping into several people along the way. an unkempt man in a beanie, a girl with shoulder length, straight black hair, a clearly drunk man in a sweater and messy black hair, holding a martini.. i also slightly remember a guy with long brown hair and a sort of creepy smile i didnt like. but none of that mattered when i broke through the other end of the crowd.

i made my way to a table, with various things to eat on it. thats where i saw him. a guy, about my age, holding a plastic cup with punch inside of it. he looked just as confused as i am, with his light brown hair swept over his head. he wasnt wearing anything remarkable, just a tshirt and jeans. but this was the guy i decided i was going to ask for help from.

i opened my mouth to speak, but i just held my mouth open. he looked confused. i tried again, only to realize that my voice was gone. i was worried. had i just lost my voice, or had they taken my vocal chords out entirely? i tried once more. i managed to mumble the word "help," albeit pretty quiet for the scenario.

unfortunately, that was all i could attempt to say. i felt my eyes getting heavy, knees week, vision blurring. my hearing became dampened as i felt myself hit the floor with a soft thud. the last thing i remember was seeing the footsteps of people walking towards me and the anxious chatter from the crowd, before my eyes fully shut and i became unconscious.

#scott pilgrim vs the world #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim gideon #scott pilgram takes off #scott pilgrim anime #scott pilgrim oc #scott pilgram #oc #spto oc #writing #oc writing #tw blood mention #tw alchohol mention #cw

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thatsgay-writes · 1 year

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It Takes Two To Tango Pt. 1

(Idk abt the title, fic has absolutely nothing to do with dancing)

This was low on my list of things to write but in lieu of Netflix being literally against anything that has a hint of (what they deem is) "too" much representation, I figured I should put it first.

Request: There are two halos

Takes place after season 1.

"Alright I'm in." You say as you creep through the halls of the church. "Are we even sure this artifact is where you say it is? The Garden Tomb is a 20 minute walk from here and probably easier to get into." You say into your coms as you creep through the halls of the church. "I mean isn't this just like a rebuilt replica or been moved, I'm sure Jesus wasn't buried in the middle of a church." You continue your rant into the mic connected to your ear and can hear the tech guy groan at your questions. "It doesn't matter, even if the walls were rebuilt or redone what we need is in his tomb... And before you ask, no clearly not laid with him but under him."

You roll your eyes as you finally find the tomb. "You know I maybe agnostic but I feel like I'm going to hell for disturbing a tomb." "Like you haven't done that before." "Yeah well the tombs I usually disturb are undiscovered." You reply back to tech guy as you enter the tomb. "This area is ridiculously tiny but I'm inside."

"Alright, the artifact should be in the cement directly below his spine, now you can either blast it with small charges, make the news, and maybe destroy the artifact or you can drill it out." You take the backpack off that you had been wearing and pull out the small hand drill the tech guy had been talking about. "Usually I have no issue making the news but after seeing that video of nuns who can kick ass, I rather take my time." You slide the top of the tomb to the side and cover your face with your arm as dirt, dust, and dead people particles drift out. "Alright setting a timer for 10 minutes, that's when the next patrol comes in."

--- 5 Minutes Later ---

"Umm, Houston we have a problem." You say into your mic as you stare into the grave, eyes wide. "What? There's still a few minutes before the guards do a round." "Yeah this isn't about the guards. Whatever you have me unearthing is glowing." It's completely silent on the other end of your earpiece. "Hello?! It's glowing what do I do?" "The boss said keep going." You continue to drill as told and mumble to yourself as you do so. "Just keep drilling, just keep drilling, drilling... Not like there's some weird glowing thing that is getting brighter and brighter the closer I get..." Your inner dialogue pauses momentarily, "What exactly am I unearthing? I forgot to ask after seeing all those zeros."

"Based on what historians have been scarcely able to figure out, it's a literal halo." You keep drilling, "Like literal halo? Not Beyonce's "Halo"? And shouldn't this be on his head and not the middle of his back."

"60 seconds." Is all you hear in return and you know the tech guy is finally fed up with you. "Alright the halo has been unearthed, I am on route to the extract-- SHIT!" You cut yourself off as you grab the halo only to drop is when it burns your hand. You can immediately hear foots steps coming in your direction and you know if you don't act fast you would be surrounded.

For reference of the tomb/church layout:

You grab a towel from your backpack and quickly grab the halo and throw it into your backpack. "Hot, hot,hot!" "The van is outside and waiting but we have picked on police radio that they will be arriving in 3 to 5 minutes, you need to move." You hear the tech guy say into your ear, nervousness clear in his voice. "I know, I know, trust me I have gotten out of worse issues than this." You throw your bag onto your back, still feeling heat from the halo through the layers, and grab your Heckler and Koch USP match pistols (iykyk) and run out the tomb. "Police will be here in 1 minute!" You hear as you run towards the exit of the church, ducking as you hear gunshots and return some of your own. You burst through the doors and dive into the back of the van, only for it to zoom off without letting you close the door.

You look back at the church that you just escaped from and feel your heart drop. "Guys we should give this back right now!" You tell the tech guy as you take the backpack off and hold it to your chest. "What, why would we do that? Think of the payday y/n." You shake your head, yes you love the money that you get in your line of work but you'd always value your life more. "Did you not see who was chasing me?" The tech guy shakes his head and rolls his eyes, "It doesn't matter now we're practically miles away, they wouldn't be able to catch up to us now."

"You don't understand man. Do you not watch the news? Those crazy ass nuns that fought people? They were following me!" Now you got the tech guys attention, but it was already too late. "What-" Was the last thing you heard besides the screeching of tire and the feeling of your body becoming weightless as your body lifted into the air.

And the sudden burning in your chest before everything turns black.

#warrior nun #ava silva #netflix sucks ass #x reader #wn

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cardinal-copia-popia · 2 years

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Hello, Amore

A Copiiia one-shot I wrote up this morning. I wanted to write distraught Copia, and it turned into this.

Mirrored here on AO3

Under the cut for length

The cool air of the storage area should have chilled Copia more than it did, but the Cardinal barely noticed. He hardly did nowadays.

He came down here so often now he did not even need a light to see. He only carried a flashlight so he could see his lover's face. Just one more time, he told himself each night, and yet each night after, he found himself back there, following the familiar path.

Tonight was like every other. Copia was alone, his footsteps echoing loudly off the stone walls. Loud enough to wake the dead, he thought bitterly. He already had tears standing in his eyes, which prompted him to move faster; his need to see his love that night was great.

He only stopped moving upon entering the room, completely ignoring the two other glass-covered boxes, his gaze fixed on the one directly ahead of him.

With slow, plodding steps, Copia made his way up the box holding his lover. And as always, Copia's heart ached when Terzo’s face came into view.

Copia placed a hand atop the glass and sucked in a breath. "Hello, amore," he whispered, as he always did. "It is time, so they tell me. Time for me to ascend. I always thought—" He broke off, choked by tears. "I always thought you would be here with me when this happened." Copia's tears were now falling freely, blurring his vision. "But here you are, dead, all because of me! I killed you, amore mio!" he sobbed, collapsing onto the glass and hitting it with his fist.

The heartache, grief, and despair Copia felt made it feel like his chest would cave in. He just wanted to go back in time, to save his love, but knowing he could not only made Copia cry harder. Full body-wracking sobs left him, and he clung to the glass top of the coffin, wanting more than anything in the world to feel Terzo's arms around him again. Just once, that was all he wanted.

"I am so sorry, amore mio!" Copia cried, pressing his hot cheek to the cool glass. "So sorry! Please forgive me!"

Through his cries, he heard a faint sound under him. It was enough to momentarily draw his attention, making him lift his head and look down. Through his grief, he noted the scratches on the glass, but he was too out of it to realize they were on the inside. Copia's gaze was caught by Terzo's face, which only made him start sobbing again, causing him to collapse to the floor.

He curled up into himself as if he was having to hold himself together lest he cry himself apart. He felt so empty, so alone.

"It should have been me, amore," Copia rasped, pressing himself close to the cart the coffin was on as if that would put him closer to Terzo. "It should be me in there, not you! Me! You did not deserve this. You or your brothers. But it's my fault! All my fault…"

"Copia…"

Copia's breath hitched, and he squeezed his eyes shut tighter as the achingly familiar voice echoed through his head.

"Copia."

"Terzo!" Copia cried.

He would have fallen over, but a pair of arms suddenly surrounded him, and he was pulled against a solid chest. Terzo's all too familiar scent filled Copia's senses, renewing his sobs and making him press harder into the embrace. A hand came up to hold Copia's head.

"I forgive you, Copia," Terzo's voice said. Copia could feel the vibrations from the words in the chest he was pressed to. Cool lips then touched Copia's forehead. "It's not your fault, but I forgive you."

With Herculean effort, Copia raised his head and found himself staring into his lover's face. Terzo gazed back at him, a small, soft smile on his lips. His gloved hand was now on Copia's cheek.

"Hello, amore," Terzo said, echoing Copia's words from before.

Copia attempted to form words, but none came out as he stared up in shock and disbelief at Terzo. He looked around at the coffin and saw it was now empty. Terzo turned Copia's face back to him.

"It is alright, amore. I'm really here," the former Papa said gently.

"B-but… H-how?"

Copia quickly looked him over. He was wearing his chasuble as he had in the coffin, but his miter was missing. His usually slicked-back hair was loose. Copia swallowed hard upon seeing the stitches around Terzo's neck, fresh tears filling his eyes. He had to look away, but Terzo did not let him.

"Now, amore, none of that. Look at me."

Copia did, unable to stop his tears. Terzo caught them on his thumb as they fell.

"Is it really you?" Copia whispered.

Terzo nodded. "Sì, caro, it's me. I have never left you."

Copia frowned. "But…"

Before he could say any more, Terzo's lips were on his in a gentle but firm kiss. Copia whimpered at the feeling, thinking he would never get to experience this again. Terzo’s lips were cold. All of him was cold now that Copia thought about it. He could feel the cold through Terzo's clothes.

"I," Terzo said with another peck, "have never," another peck, "left you."

"Terzo, I—" Copia began as Terzo moved to kiss Copia's jaw to his neck. "I don't understand."

He suddenly felt two faint pinpricks at his neck as Terzo kissed and licked at Copia's pulse point.

"I have always been with you, amore. You have never been alone," Terzo whispered.

"Terzo, you are a—"

"Sì," Terzo breathed, touching his canines to Copia's neck again. "I am. And you will never have to be alone again, amore mio.” He raised his head to look into Copia’s eyes. “We can always be together if you wish it.”

Copia gazed up at his lover in awe, now seeing his fangs. “You mean… Turn me? To be like you?”

Terzo smiled. “Sì, and be with me forever. Life eternal.”

Copia stared at him for a moment longer before curling back into his arms. Terzo held him tightly. “I cannot lose you again, Terzo.”

“You won’t, amore mio, ever.”

“Then do it,” Copia said, lifting his head. “I don’t want to be apart from you again.”

Terzo took Copia’s face in his hands. “Never again.” He kissed Copia. “Never.” The next thing Copia knew, Terzo had tilted Copia’s head and was kissing his neck again. “I am yours, Copia. Forever yours.”

He then sunk his teeth into Copia’s neck. Copia noticed the pain of it, even cried out in pain, but all he felt was relief. He would never have to come down to this horrible room again or see Terzo lying lifeless before him. He would never be apart from his love ever again.

#my writing #ghost fanfic #ghost band fanfic #ghost band #the band ghost #copia #papa iii #terzo #copiiia

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screamingallium · 2 years

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Here We Go Again

hi, im thomas or hawser! i use he/they pronouns!

a few things

this is a sideblog and my main blog is @calt0 which is where likes and follows will come from! we ship block people here. in case that needs clarifying i mean the characters and NOT the real people.

other information under the cut!

i love talking and meeting new people!! it'll take a bit for me to reply sometimes as im not the greatest with words and am fairly anxious but i will always try to reply :D just send an ask or dm! tagging me in things is greatly appreciated! my interests fluctuate a lot so if i disppear my attention has been momentarily divided but i will return! you can ask for my discord by messaging this blog or my main blog!

a few tags i'll use probably

yearly arts: all art that i post will be put under this tag! yearly writings: all fics that i post will be put under this tag! or they can be found on my ao3 pause n play: videos and playlists that i've made! thomas talks: my talking tag! if you dont want to see me ramble, you might want to mute this tag

#pinned post #intro post #do not reblog #thomas talks #yearly arts #yearly writings #pause n play

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sunprodigal · 2 years

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On recent heartbreak

I wish I would write from safe places. I feel guilty coming here only when I’ve dealt myself enough damage to necessitate this outlet. Even now I find myself suffering shame-induced writer’s block, but I would like to finish at least one of the drafts I’ve started.

The orange sun hung over the Pacific for what felt like an eternity before dipping below the horizon, almost tricking us into believing we were in a broken simulation. “We’re such emotional people, my family and I,” I sobbed to someone I barely knew. Strong psychedelic trips sharpen my emotional toolkit, granting me scalpels to make deep cuts into the problems that have made home within me. “I want to write, I want to make art.” was one of the conclusions I came to in my heightened state. In recent years, I’ve often yearned for worlds in which I pursued creative paths that allowed me to see and be seen viscerally. Melodramatic me would say I am often “buried under the weight of all the lives I am not living”. When I feel the rare gust of inspiration at my back I should at least try to walk if not run with it. Too bad it most often arrives on the tails of pain.

I was hurt a week ago by someone I didn’t realize had that power over me. A sucker punch that knocked the wind out of me. I still haven’t regained my breath. I met her at an electronic music concert, the type of event me a year ago would’ve scoffed at. Our first meeting was magnetic. The chemistry was some of the strongest and most instantaneous I’ve ever felt. I drove her down to Stanford the next morning and we held hands throughout the car ride. I kept stealing looks at her sitting in my passenger seat. She was quippy and passionate about the environment. The daughter of two physics professors, she was an academic with the cutest dimples I had ever seen. I was smitten. After spending a few listless months on dating apps, I felt like she was my big break. Unfortunately the following months brought with them a string of failed expectations and frustration.

The next time she returned to the city, I took her out to a bar in Dogpatch. In a tipsy state, she acknowledged that she had commitment issues. She wasn’t looking for anything serious. I tried to keep my space and temper my emotions, a doomed effort in retrospect. I found more things that drew me in, from the way she superstitiously wore mismatched socks to the way her eyes betrayed how she felt in moments of surprise. Most of all, I became enamored with how she looked when listening to music she loved. Almost inevitably, she would purse her lips and begin to bob her head. One afternoon I left her alone in my room momentarily to talk to my roommates. My speaker was left on autoplay and I returned to her sprawled across the bed, looking dazed. I asked her what had happened to put her in such a state, and she responded that a good song had just come on. I never realized how watching someone earnestly enjoy something they love would pull on my own heartstrings. When someone is moved by a thing, it can be hard not to feel similarly compelled. This became the case for me and electronic music. Going to events with her and feeling catharsis in movement for the first time, the wistfulness in the whining of a synth, the punchiness of a kick, anticipation of a drop, led me towards a novel relationship with the electronic genre. Though I quickly began to see the ways in which the reality of our pairing grievously drifted from my idealized conception, attachment continued to grow and I continued to unwittingly invest pieces of myself in her. Regrettably, I took every crumb of reciprocity I could get and would often get frustrated at the distance she maintained between us.

After a particularly turbulent prelude, we found ourselves in the middle of Death Valley on a Thanksgiving trip. In an afternoon I’ll never forget, we tripped together sitting on this boulder of near cosmic significance that overlooked a desert highway. I brought my speakers and we shared music that moved us. For those hours, we watched the landscape evolve from day to night. Back at the campsite under stars that only the desert seems to bring out, I told her this would probably be the last time I saw her. I couldn’t reign in my feelings for her and I just needed more than she could provide. For the first time since meeting her, she began to cry. She wasn’t exactly sure why. Maybe I had had power over her in a way she hadn’t realized. Somewhere through the prior months, she had developed feelings in return. This confession was bittersweet, a tragic sentiment only surfaced in response to a fear of hurt by abandonment, lubricated by an entire bottle of red wine. In what felt like a movie crafted moment, Transatlanticism by Death Cab for Cutie played on in the background. “I need you so much closer” is the echoing line that repeats and closes the song out. I held her and we cried before we slept. I still can’t listen to the intro of this song without crying.

We spent the next few months in a messy push and pull dynamic. For various reasons, it was never meant to work out. Towards the end, we began to see other people and we finally stopped our involvement to make room for those others. It was mutual and polite. Done deal right? Then I saw her last weekend for the first time in weeks. She was seeing someone new.

I’m not sure why I am writing all of this, an overly emotional and unfocused stream of consciousness. I promise this started off as a more analytical post on the relationship between intimacy and hurt but I guess my heart had other plans tonight.

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something more || h.js x reader

Summary: it’s a tale as old as time- your roommate walks in on you masturbating and things escalate from there

Warnings: swearing, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

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additional warnings: additional warnings: masturbation, unprotected sex, choking, degradation, lowkey spit play

“Joshua! Come look at this!”

There were a lot of things you liked about your apartment. Cheap rent, nice views, mostly functioning air conditioning… however the gaping hole in your bedroom ceiling was not one of them. It had started out as a small leak a couple of weeks ago, water dripping from some imperceptible hole in the plaster that had slowly turned into a trickle and then a steady stream, until finally the ceiling had collapsed in on itself, unable to hold the weight of all of the water any longer. You had filed a maintenance request when you first noticed the leak, but it had gone ignored. Maybe now, now that your bed was covered in drywall and pipe water, now that you could see into the apartment above yours, your concerns would be important enough to be addressed.

“What is it?” your roommate called back.

You heard him approach and waited for the gasp that would follow. “Y/n…” he hissed, one hand over his mouth, the other gripping your shoulder in shock.

“I know.”

“Holy shit.”

“I know.”

“What do we do?”

“I don’t know.”

You sighed and took a tentative step forward into your room, wincing when your sock made contact with your damp rug.

“I’ll call maintenance,” Joshua offered and turned on his heel to grab his phone.

“I’ll… try and figure my shit out, I guess.”

His footsteps faded into the background as he retreated into his own room and you looked around your room with a frown, surveying the space for anything salvageable. You were surprised you hadn’t started crying yet. But apparently your brain hadn’t quite caught up with your eyes because all you felt was a numb sort of apathy as you gazed at the mess in front of you.

There was no way you could sleep in your room tonight. Even if you managed to dry everything and clear the debris, there was still a giant fucking hole in the ceiling. The mere thought of trying to fall asleep underneath it made you uneasy. You would have to crash somewhere else.

“They said not to touch anything-” Joshua shouted from the other room. You froze in place, afraid you’d already done something you weren’t supposed to and decided to join him in the kitchen instead.

Your socks left wet footprints against the concrete floor as you padded over to where Joshua was. He shot you a look of sympathy as you peeled them off and tossed them to the side, shifting his attention back to the notepad on the table in front of him to write something the person on the other end of the phone was saying.

The pen hovered above the paper momentarily, and Joshua rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Tomorrow? Is that the earliest- yeah that’s fine.”

The little hope you’d had that the issue would be resolved tonight fizzled, and you blew out a breath of frustration. You pulled out your phone and began scrolling through your contacts, mentally making notes of who might let you spend the night at their place.

Joshua thanked whoever he was talking to and hung up, pushing the notebook away from him with a groan.

“They’ll be here tomorrow morning,” he said, giving you an apologetic look. “What are you doing?”

“Texting Seungcheol.”

Joshua made a face. “Seung- why?”

“I’m going to ask if I can sleep over.”

“You haven’t talked to him in months,” your roommate protested.

“He’ll say yes to me,” you assured him.

“That’s because he expects you to sleep with him.”

“I know.”

“Y/n! You’re not seriously going to have sex with him in exchange for a place to stay, are you?”

“Well when you put it like that…” you trailed off and sighed. “Whatever, I’m not above it. It’s been a while since I’ve been laid anyway.”

“Seungcheol couldn’t even last thirty seconds-” he paused when you gave him a look, “I know from what you’ve told me. Not because I slept with him.”

“You know saying that makes it sound like that’s exactly why you know.”

“Please, y/n, I have taste,” he said matter-of-factly, easily dodging a swat from you. “You’re not sleeping at Seungcheol’s,” he said as if he’d decided, as if he had final say on the matter.

“Well, what am I supposed to do, Joshua?” you demanded. “I can’t sleep in my own room, and you know I can’t sleep on the couch so what do you suggest?”

“Take my room,” he offered simply, shrugging like it should have been obvious.

“What?”

“You can have my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch. You don’t even have to fuck me for it.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well what do I have to do for it?”

You could tell Joshua wanted to say ‘nothing’, but knew you wouldn’t accept his offer without feeling like you could give him anything in return so he settled for “fried rice”.

“You want fried rice?”

“I want your fried rice,” he clarified with a grin. “You know it’s my favorite.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“Okay,” you agreed. “Fine. Thank you, Joshua.”

He gave you a knowing smile and nodded. “Don’t mention it.”

Joshua kept his room colder than yours. Your wet hair from the shower only made the chill worse, but you didn’t want to mess with the thermostat and throw off how he liked things. You were even hesitant to touch the pillows on his bed. You knew Joshua wouldn’t care, but you still wanted to respect his space.

Joshua was literally the most easygoing person you knew, which offered a nice balance in contrast to your high-strung, perfectionist personality. One time you’d bled on his sheets while you were just hanging out in his room and he was completely unphased. He just threw the bedding in the wash like nothing had happened and mentioned that he’d been needing to wash them anyway while you practically cried in embarrassment.

“It’s okay, y/n. I’ve had girlfriends before.”

“Yeah, but I’m not your girlfriend!”

“We live together, close enough.”

To be fair, you knew that this kind of thing happened all the time, but you were still mortified. You didn’t even pay attention to the rest of the movie you and Joshua had been watching. To this day you didn’t know how the Lego Batman Movie ended.

“You need something to sleep in?” Joshua had asked on your way from the bathroom back to his room, having noted your state of undress.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to make the trips to and from the shower in nothing more than a towel, but he knew you wouldn’t be able to go back into your room tonight, and that most of your clothes were still damp from the ceiling anyway.

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

He just nodded from where he was on the couch and gestured past you in the direction of his door. “You know where everything is. Pick out whatever.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

You’d chosen an old t-shirt from a gas station souvenir shop, one of many in his collection of road-trip tees and a pair of panties you had managed to snag from your dresser before Joshua had yelled at you to get out of your room earlier.

You hung your towel on a hook attached to the back of his closet door and sprawled out on his bed, pulling the comforter around yourself.

It was late. It had been late for a while, but you and Joshua were night owls. You both kept busy schedules, so at night you liked to take some time for yourselves before bed. Still though, you knew you should sleep. But you couldn’t.

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to relax your muscles.

If you were being honest, the idea of getting laid had been exciting and you were a bit disappointed it wasn’t going to happen for you tonight. It had been a while since you’d been with anyone, and you were craving the intimacy, even if it was coming from someone like Dylan.

Your skin was beginning to feel hot and sticky, and you pushed the covers off of you in your frustration. You had just been cold a few moments ago, and all it had taken to make you sweat was the mere thought of sex. It was pathetic, you were pathetic, and you knew it.

Your fingers inched toward the waistband of your panties almost unconsciously before you stopped yourself. You were in Joshua’s bed. You shouldn’t be getting yourself off in his bed. That was wrong. It wasn’t your room, there must be some sort of boundary for this sort of thing. Roommate code. What if Joshua walked in on you- no. You clenched your fists by your sides and sighed. The idea of your roommate walking in on you with your hand down your pants should not be turning you on. It should be having the opposite effect. But you couldn’t help it.

You had managed to suppress your attraction to him for this long, being in his bed shouldn’t be the breaking point. Maybe it was because his sheets smelled like him, or maybe it was because you were wearing his shirt…fuck, you wished you had your vibrator. The little pink toy was sitting in the drawer of your bedside table, likely water damaged beyond repair. God, hadn’t you lost enough?

“Forgive me, Shua,” you whispered hoarsely into the empty room as you resigned yourself to your pleasure.

Your pussy had won over your head and you’d given into your desire. Familiar sparks of arousal flickered faintly in your stomach when you brushed the tips of your fingers over your panties. You weren’t shocked to discover that the material was already damp from where your wetness had seeped through.

You tried to think about Seungcheol, about your celebrity crushes, about anyone other than the person behind the other side of the door, but your mind kept drifting back to your roommate. You thought about what Joshua’s fingers would feel like instead of your own. They were so much longer than yours… you stifled a moan as you curled a finger into yourself and let your thumb begin to circle your clit, imagining Joshua’s head was buried in between your thighs instead.

Getting yourself to the edge was usually difficult for you without the help of toys or a third party, but you surprised yourself when your thighs began to tense in anticipation as you worked your fingers over your g-spot repeatedly, orgasm just out of reach. You were trying to be as quiet as possible, but you kept letting quiet sighs and curses slip from between your lips as your focus began to blur.

You pictured Joshua pushing himself into you, pictured how his face would scrunch up in pleasure as he felt you clench around his cock for the first time, how he’d kiss your neck and praise you for taking him so well- you bit down on your knuckles to stop yourself from screaming.

The invisible string inside of you snapped right as the door to Joshua’s room swung open and you were forced to rip your hand away from yourself as you came and your pussy clenched around nothing.

The light overhead flicked on and you squinted, groaning at the sudden blinding intrusion.

“Sorry,” Joshua apologized sheepishly. “I just forgot a pillow.”

You used your dry hand, the knuckle-bitten one, to throw him one of the pillows from behind you. He caught it with ease and you thought that would be it, but he zeroed in on your hand, narrowing his eyes at it with a confused expression on his face.

You hoped he couldn’t tell that you were still trembling from the aftershocks of your ruined orgasm, hoped he didn’t question why you were so flushed and breathless.

“What happened to your hand?” he asked, tossing the pillow aside and taking your hand into his own to observe. “You’re bleeding.”

Damn, you hadn’t meant to bite your hand that hard.

“It’s nothing,” you said and tried to yank your hand out of his grasp, but he was holding onto you too tightly.

“I have some Band-Aids in the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Shua you don’t have to-”

He was gone before you could finish your sentence, and back before you could protest any further. While he was in the bathroom you hurriedly wiped your other hand on your- his- shirt in an attempt to erase any evidence of what you had been doing just moments before he had interrupted.

“Give me your hand,” Joshua instructed, taking a seat on the bed so that he was facing you.

You outstretched your arm so that he could see the damage and watched as he dabbed a tissue at the specks of blood on your skin, applying pressure to stop the flow.

“It’s just a little scrape,” you insisted.

“Still, we don’t want it to get infected.”

“I guess,” you mumbled.

Once he was sure that you had stopped bleeding he dabbed a tiny bit of Neosporin onto your knuckle and wrapped a Spider-Man Band-Aid around your finger.

“Thank you.”

“Wait, I’m not done!”

“What do you mean?”

“I have to kiss it better.”

You rolled your eyes but gave in, lifting your hand to his face princess style. He pressed a gentle kiss to the Spider-Man Band-Aid and took a moment to admire his work. It was only when he was holding your hand closer that he noticed the indents in all of your other knuckles.

“Why were you biting your hand?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

There was no use in lying about it, the marks on your hand were clearly teeth marks. He would know you were bullshitting if you tried to play it off.

“I wasn’t.”

So much for that.

Joshua blinked. “Show me your other hand.”

“What? No.”

“Show me.”

“No!”

You grabbed the comforter and pulled it tighter to you while Joshua tried to wrestle it from your grasp.

“I swear to God, y/n,” he muttered under his breath.

You put up a good fight, but he was stronger than you and tugged it off of you within seconds of struggling. He pushed you back onto the bed and used his body to pin you to the mattress so that you couldn’t wriggle away. Now that you were stuck underneath him he was able to assess the hand that you had been trying to hide. You whimpered in embarrassment and watched in horror as he brought the hand… brought the hand to his…

“Joshua, what are you doing?” you breathed out.

He looked at you brazenly and then put two of your fingers in his mouth. You shivered as he sucked the arousal, the evidence, from your fingers to confirm his suspicion.

“You’re a liar,” he said finally.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stammered.

Joshua chuckled to himself and let your hand fall back to your side. “And a brat too.” You scoffed in offense but Joshua just leaned down to kiss your forehead sweetly. “I already knew that, though.”

“Excuse you, but I am fucking delightful!” you argued.

“I never said you weren’t!”

“You just called me a brat!”

“Two things can be true at the same time.”

“I hate you.”

“So you… don’t want me to… give you a hand there?” he asked.

You paused. Was he really offering to-

“We’re friends, Joshua. You don’t have to do that.”

“I know. I want to.”

You could feel your heart beating in your throat and in your pussy. Joshua was your best friend and your roommate… but was there something more? Right now you wanted him more than you had ever wanted anyone. This couldn’t end well.

“Joshua?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

Joshua was back on top of you as soon as the words left your mouth, pressing his lips to yours while one of his hands tangled itself in your hair. You could taste yourself on his tongue and moaned softly into his mouth. You found yourself wishing the moment could last forever, but you quickly changed your mind when you felt Joshua pressing his thigh up in between your legs. Lazily making out was nothing compared to what he was doing now. He brought a hand to your hip and urged you to move. He guided you until you were rocking back and forth on his thigh at a steady pace.

“Feel good?” he asked.

You could only nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Your panties were the only layer between your pussy and Joshua’s leg, and although they were certainly ruined by now they still provided the means to create friction that went straight to your clit.

Joshua’s hands fiddled with the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing and he tugged at the bottom of it, motioning for it to come off.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

Another nod from you and he was whisking the shirt off over your head without a second’s hesitation. He was pulling his own shirt off next, tossing it into a pile on the floor with yours. His fingers found the waistband of your panties soon after, and he played with the elastic impatiently, eager eyes searching yours for approval. You lifted your hips off of the bed so that he could take them off, leaving you completely naked before him.

Joshua let his gaze travel down your body, shamelessly admiring every dimple, curve, and freckle that was now exposed to him. You shifted under him self-consciously, silently wishing you had shaved. If you had known you’d be fucking your best friend, you would have, but it was too late now and you could only hope he wasn’t bothered by a little hair.

“How are you real,” he murmured to himself, earning an eye roll from you. Joshua reached out and dragged a finger through your folds, smiling when you flinched. “So sensitive…” he noted. “Did you cum already?”

“Yes, but it was ruined,” you admitted.

“Poor thing,” he tsked in fake sympathy, bringing his hand back up to his mouth. “Just wanna nother taste. You’re too sweet to resist.”

“Shua,” you whined.

“What is it, baby?”

“I need you.”

He smiled down at you and took you by the chin, tilting your face up towards him. “You already have me.”

“You know what I mean!”

“But I want to hear you say it.”

You groaned stubbornly and twisted your head out of his grip, only to let out a yelp when he closed a hand around your throat.

“Stop being a brat,” Joshua spat as he forced you to look at him again. “I’ll give you one more chance to be a good girl, got it? Good girls use their words to tell me what they want. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you choked out desperately.

“Are you going to be a good girl?”

“I’ll be a good girl.”

“So what is it that you need, love?”

You swallowed your pride and opened your mouth to respond. “Your cock, please.”

“Sorry, what was that?” Joshua asked, cupping a hand around his ear as if he couldn’t hear you.

“I want- I need your cock, please.”

“Atta girl,” he praised and eased the grip around your neck. “Was that so hard?”

You shook your head weakly and watched as Joshua pushed his boxers down to his thighs, then onto the floor, letting his cock bounce up against his stomach. He was fully hard already and you wondered how long he’d been like that, wondered how he had so much self-control when you barely had any.

“We can stop whenever you want, okay?” Joshua said, face softening and hand gently cupping your cheek. “Let me know if it’s too much. Just tell me what you need, baby.” You nodded obediently and met him halfway as he leaned down to kiss you. He broke away from the kiss suddenly and held a hand underneath your mouth. “Spit,” he ordered.

You complied and sat up a little to spit into his hand. He worked that same hand over his cock a few times, using your spit to lubricate it before positioning himself over you.

“Is this a good idea?” you blurted right as Joshua was about to push himself into you, suddenly aware that you wouldn’t be able to go back from this as soon as he did.

You had shoved any feelings you’d had for Joshua down for so long and it would be impossible to keep doing after sleeping with him. But you had already come this far.

“Probably not,” Joshua answered with a shrug. “Do you want to stop?”

“No. Do you?”

“No.”

“Okay, cool.”

“Great.”

A brief moment of silence lapsed while you both stared into each others’ eyes, not quite sure where to go from there.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Joshua said casually after thirty more seconds of silence.

“Yes, please do.”

You braced yourself for the stretch as Joshua pushed into you at an agonizing pace and sank your teeth into his shoulder to relieve some of the pressure. Joshua groaned at the feeling of you pulsing around his cock, a feeling which was only heightened by you nipping at his skin.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“You’re… so big,” you echoed back.

He allowed you a few moments to adjust before he moved. You were already so worked up that he slid in and out of you easily and it wasn’t long before he was pounding into you at a fast tempo. He pressed hurried kisses to your jaw and neck, leaving a trail of hickies to remember him by.

You cried out each time his cock hit your g-spot, overwhelmed and still sensitive. Joshua kissed you to drown out your moans, clamping a hand over your mouth in his stead whenever he came up for air. His other hand was up against the wall for stability, though it wasn’t helping much.

“Joshua,” you gasped.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can you choke me again, please?” you all but begged.

Joshua smirked. “Of course.”

He did as you asked and cursed when you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in closer.

“See what happens when you’re a good girl and ask nicely?” he teased, cocking his jaw arrogantly. “You get rewarded.”

You could feel your orgasm building in your abdomen as Joshua continued to thrust into you and wondered if he was close too. You guessed that he was from the way his hips had began to falter.

“Up,” Joshua commanded suddenly.

He slipped out of you and grabbed you by the shoulders, hauling you into a sitting position.

“On your hands and knees,”

“And if I don’t?” you challenged.

“You don’t want to find out.”

“Are you sure?”

“Should I finish myself off, then?” he asked, pumping his cock lazily as if he expected you to call his bluff. “Leave you here needy, not let you cum?”

“No, please!”

You quickly got into position on all fours with your back to Joshua praying that he wouldn’t make good on his threat.

“That’s what I thought,” he said. You could hear the smile in his voice.

You fell forward on your face when he shoved his cock back into you only for him to tug you upright by your hair. He fucked you like that in doggy for a minute or so before he snaked an arm around your upper body and pulled you flush against his chest. Being seated on his lap allowed Joshua the ability to touch practically anywhere on your body. He took advantage of the new position by grabbing your tits.

He was so fucking deep in you like this you couldn’t stand it. Every tiny movement brought you closer to the edge and you weren’t sure how much longer you could last.

“Shua, I’m close,” you warned through broken gasps.

“Don’t cum yet.”

“Why not,” you whined.

“You’re not allowed to cum until you answer this question for me,” he said breathlessly.

“What is it?”

“When you were touching yourself earlier, who were you thinking about?”

“I-”

“Was it Seungcheol?”

“No.”

Joshua’s fingers found your clit and began rubbing circles around it, making it that much harder not to disobey him.

“Fuck, Joshua…”

“Who was it?”

“It was you! I was thinking about you!”

“Do you always think about me?” he pressed.

“You only said one question,” you accused defensively.

Interrogating you while he had you on the brink of orgasm was not fair.

“Fine, cum.”

You cried his name as you finally came. He held you through it, your orgasm triggering his own as you clenched around him repeatedly. Your name tumbled from his lips too, while he lost himself in the midst of pleasure. You couldn’t see his face as he came, but you could imagine it, like you had hundreds of times before. The way his hair would stick to his forehead, the way he’d bite down on his lip and squeeze his eyes shut as he let go of control…

You couldn’t see him as he came, but you could feel him. You felt his entire body tense behind you, felt the warm spurts of cum fill you up, felt the way he instinctively grabbed at your throat to anchor himself.

Neither of you spoke for what felt like an eternity as you both caught your breath. Joshua collapsed on the bed with you in his arms, cock still buried inside of you. He brushed your hair out of your face and turned your head so that he could look into your eyes.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded sleepily and gave him a weak smile. “I’m good.”

“Are you sure? I wasn’t too rough?”

“No, you were perfect.”

He kissed you again without a second thought and you kissed him back. It felt familiar and warm, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Here let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, pulling out of you.

You winced at the empty feeling, but laid in bed motionlessly and let Joshua dote on you. He used a warm washcloth in between your thighs and wrapped a new Spider-Man Band-Aid around your hurt finger. He slipped back into his boxers and tossed you another pair of his to wear before fetching you a glass of water from the kitchen and making you drink it all.

Joshua returned to bed finally and snuggled up to you instantly. You nestled yourself into the crook of his arm and rested your head on his shoulder.

“I thought I didn’t have to fuck you to sleep in your bed,” you said quietly once he had gotten comfortable.

“Shut up.” There was still a lot to discuss between the two of you, but nothing that couldn’t wait until morning. For now you were content to fall asleep in his arms and ignore all of the unanswered questions bouncing around in your mind. “For the record, I still expect my fried rice.”

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