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luminousbeings-crudematter · 6 months

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You teach Ghost a new skill

PAIRING: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x F!Reader

WARNINGS: smut || 18+ only MDNI ||

A/N: ...it's so horny...

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

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It’s been a long evening, and you’re tired. Wrung out.

And so your first instinct (governed solely by delirious tiredness at this point) is to laugh at Ghost’s words. Not because they’re funny, but because they’re—quite literally—unbelievable. You look from him to Johnny, and then back to him, before your smile falters and falls entirely. Oh fuck, he’s serious.

“You’re serious.”

“Yes.”

“You’ve never eaten pussy.”

“No.”

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter. “Lt…I’m finding that very hard to believe.”

“Believe what y’want, Sergeant.”

Usually, Johnny would intervene, ever the peace-maker between the two of you. But not tonight. Tonight he just watches the two of you, his baby blues brighter and wider than usual as they swing between the two of you as though he’s watching a tennis match.

“So…what? You want to try?”

“Mm.”

“You want me to…show you what I like. While you’re going down on me.”

Ghost looks at you like you’re an idiot, which, in his defence, is how he looks at everyone.

You’re not entirely sure what to do, so you look to Johnny for help. What the fuck, you mouth at him, and only when you hear a rumble from Ghost do you turn back to him.

“Okay…yeah. Fine. Okay, fine.” You giggle nervously. “Can Johnny show you? He knows what I like.” When you glance over at Johnny, he’s helpful as ever—nodding sagely at your words.

He does know what you like, after all.

Ghost only crosses his arms over his chest, and the whole thing makes him look bigger. More intimidating. He takes up more room like this, and you may have even called it posturing, except you know that it isn’t. There is neither the need nor the expectation of posturing between the three of you.

“Take your clothes off,” Ghost orders, and you scramble to obey immediately. (Hours in the future from this moment, you’ll think about how they’re the last coherent words he says for a while. What a man your mighty Lieutenant is, commendable in the absolute dedication and discipline he shows in learning a new craft.)

You watch them as they watch you strip. You take your time with it—too awkward to make it sexy for them, but enjoying how their eyes greedily linger on the skin your fingertips brush. They make you feel sexy with just their eyes on you, and at one point, you watch with a sly smile on your face as Johnny touches himself through his trousers. Just the one hard tug, and his resultant raspy exhale has white-hot arousal coursing through your veins.

They don’t undress, they don’t even move from their positions, really, and you suppose there are worse things than being the main course for the evening. When you’re finally bare, Johnny seems to lurch out of his trance and reaches out to you, gently pulling you by your hand into the bed. And finally, finally, when Johnny kisses you, you can relax into the whole thing. A contradiction to be sure, but you’ve never felt as relaxed as you do when you pull away from him, gasping for air.

Ghost is at your back, mask off, warm breath at the nape of your neck. “Don’t stop on my account, Sergeants.”

It’s hardly a big ask, and you go back eagerly for seconds, latch on to Johnny’s lips while his hands roam the sides of your body. There’s a comfort in the familiarity of his touch, and you’re left wondering when you’ll have that with both of them.

So it does come as quite a surprise when (in almost a physical manifestation of your inner thoughts) you feel Ghost’s arms reach out and tug your own behind your back. You think nothing of it, though, too mesmerised by being the world’s luckiest girl in that moment—trapped in between two men, one making love to your mouth, the other determined to make you flood your panties by just kissing the back of your neck.

You only barely register Ghost’s movements behind you, hands on your shoulders tugging you backwards into him with care until you’re lying on your back. The ease with which Johnny moves with you, using his elbows to support his body weight above you, makes you feel like they’ve planned something for you.

But you know that’s not true. You know that you can’t plan a calamity.

Johnny’s attention moves from your lips to your cheeks to your jaw, while you’ve got your head in Ghost’s lap, who runs eager, gentle hands over your breasts, your belly, your arms—and you can’t help but sigh with how languid and loose you feel right now. And, almost as if in response, the lizard part of your hind-brain whispers to you about how nice and safe and warm it feels between the two men, being taken care of by them, being spoiled by them.

They don’t seem in any particular hurry, and so when you cheekily guide Ghost’s hand towards your pussy and he resists, you don’t think anything of it. But of course, it makes Johnny look up at Ghost and freeze and all the action stops and you want to whine, protest, make your displeasure known in some way, but you don’t get the opportunity. Ghost shifts, cradling your head before putting it gently down on the bed, leaning closer and closer and oh.

Kissing Ghost is so different from kissing Johnny. When Johnny kisses you, it feels like your spine melts, and you’re left a puddle under eager, enthusiastic fingers. But Ghost is not Johnny.

No, kissing Ghost makes you feel like you’re a bee trying to hold your own against a hurricane. Try as hard as you want, but the hurricane doesn’t care. The hurricane barrels through, stopped by nothing and no one, not swayed in the slightest by your courage or endeared to your foolishness.

Except Ghost isn’t just a hurricane.

He’s your superior officer, he’s a man you work with, a man you work for, a man you trust in more ways than one, a man who's got both your arms pinned above you. He coaxes you to let him explore your mouth, urges you to open up to him, and god do you let him.

So engrossed are you that you don’t even notice the distinct sound of the locking zip ties on your wrists until your body jerks up, and you find that your arms have been bound above your head. “Ghost! Wh—”

“Shh,” he murmurs. “I’ve got ya, yer’alright, pet. Hush.”

You hush. When your eyes meet Johnny’s, he’s looking at you with the same steady gaze he gives you in the middle of the battlefield, a look that says it’s alright and you’ve got this and I won’t let anything happen to you. So you relax and when Johnny climbs back up your body to kiss you again, you let your kiss sum up your trust in him. He squeezes your right hip, something he’s done a thousand times before you remind you that you’re safe with him, and the final vestiges of apprehension drain out of you.

“Sitrep?” Johnny murmurs, and it makes you smile against his mouth.

“Living,” you answer immediately, and it makes Ghost exhale roughly.

But you know why, you think. You can step outside of your body for a second, see what Ghost sees. Your naked body in bed—in his bed—Johnny hovering over you, his clothed cock right over your pussy that throbs from the lack of attention.

You break your kiss with Johnny and he turns to look at your Lieutenant. “You ready for your lesson, Lt?”

It always jars you, how quickly Ghost moves. He’s surprisingly agile, even with how big he is, especially with how big he is, but he’s kneeling on the floor in a second, hands running over your calves, the back of your thighs and finally coming to a rest on your hips. The whole time, though, his eyes haven’t left your pussy, and it makes you squirm. You feel too warm just from his attention, and neither of them have even touched you between your legs yet.

“Now the first lesson is…” Soap uses his middle finger to touch your slit, and then immediately drops it, slides it over your completely, unbearably, slick, hot, neglected cunt.

“Fuck,” Ghost spits and Johnny hums in approval. You’re pretty sure you’re about to snap your jaw off its hinges from how tight you’ve got it clutched it shut. “You hafta see how the bonnie lass is doin,’ alrate? Check if you’ve been kissin’ her all nice and sweet, just how she likes it.”

Johnny continues to touch you, but warm fingers, bigger, rougher, more calloused, find your clit. Ghost touches your clit in small, slow circles, and fuck. You’re bucking your hips into it slightly because you can’t help yourself. You close your eyes and squeeze them shut, because god, you can all hear how obscenely wet you are right now. “See now how wet our lass is jus’ from hearin’ us talking about eatin’ that cunt? That’s what you want, Lt,” Johnny instructs.

It makes you gasp raggedly, feeling like you’ve run a marathon but no. All you’ve done is lay there, while they masturbate you with just two fingers but every coherent thought has already left your brain and you’re left wondering if you really will lose your mind and have a heart attack by the end of the night.

“Now here’s a little tip, Ghost,” Johnny says hoarsely, and brings his finger still shiny-wet with your slick up to Ghost’s face. There’s no hesitation as Ghost wraps his mouth around Johnny’s finger effortlessly. You’re breathing hard with your mouth slightly open in apprehension, because if they say anything to you right now, you will literally pass out. Johnny’s face lights up at the lack of thought Ghost seems to give in making out with Johnny’s finger, and he pushes in closer and closer to Ghost until they’re the ones kissing.

And god. You see the hint of tongues and they look so damn lost in each other, but they don’t stop touching you. But goddammit you want their attention on you tonight. You whine a little, squirm and pull against the zip ties that bind your wrists to the bedpost, but Ghost’s warm, steady hand on your thigh stops you. Be good, it seems to say. Be good and endure. So you do.

When they break apart, Ghost’s quick smirk at you feels like your reward.

“You…you can put your finger inside me, Ghost. It’s—I’d really like that,” you say meekly. You have not once in your life been meek with Ghost and Johnny chuckles slowly.

“Ach, I’m givin’ the instructions tonight, love. Here,” he says, motioning so Ghostcan replace Johnny’s fingers on your slit with his own. “Go on, then, Lt.” His voice drops to a teasing whisper. “It’s where she’s the warmest…wettest too. And she’d like it,” he adds, only slightly mocking you, and you laugh breathily.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Ghost croaks, and a tremor runs down your spine when he follows Johnny’s instructions. It’s like your pussy hears him, floods his fingers, throbs a hot, wicked rhythm against them. “Y’might be right, Johnny.” Ghost diligently avoids our clit, running a curious finger over the length of your cunt, then feeling out the tight muscle there, pushing in slowly, slowly. Gently enough to open you up on his finger.

“Good fuckin’ god, ain’t that a sight,” Johnny breathes, and you clench your fingers in a fist because you need something, anything to relieve the pressure you feel right now. It hasn’t even been that long that Johnny fucked you, a few days, maybe, but the way you open up around Ghost’s finger, you’d have thought it was weeks.

After all the build up that felt like torture, your eyes roll back into your head as you feel Ghost move his finger in and out of you, then feeling brave and adding a second. His movements are precise, a military man through and through, and his eyes never once move from your cunt. He watches the movement of his own fingers, the muscles in his bicep jumping from how controlled his movements are, and when he pulls them out and brushes them over Johnny’s lips, you can see that they’re absolutely drenched.

But fuck, they don’t even give you a moment, because Johnny has his eyes closed, allows Ghost to sink his fingers in his mouth so deep, and he kind of…slumps a bit. Relaxes into it entirely. His face goes soft and his shoulders drop and Ghost watches him with keen, sharp eyes. You’re almost convinced they’ve forgotten you’re in the room. Almost, because, almost in perfect sync, their attention turns back to you. They’re so in tune with each other, it’s ridiculous. “Boys,” you gasp. “Rude to keep a girl waiting, you know.”

“Greedy bitch,” Ghost insists, and pushes his fingers into your mouth instead. You should bite him for the audacity, but the lingering taste of your own pussy has you weak, and you suck his fingers automatically. “Be nice, pet. Or class ends here, yeah? You can be an outstanding student, while Johnny sucks my cock.” His words expose the temporary nature of your bravado, and it rushes out of you, making your spine meet the bed again. You hadn’t even realised how far you’d been arching off of it.

Johnny soothes you, though, shushing you, gentle murmurs of encouragement leaving his mouth effortlessly as two, thick fingers find their way inside you and keep you plugged. He only turns to Ghost when you’re a gasping, moaning mess. “Think you can guess wha’ comes next, Lt?”

Ghost adjusts so his face is right in front of your cunt and Johnny leans down to whisper in his ear. “...like you’re parched, and the lass offers the last drink on Earth, ye?”

Johnny continues the rocking motion of his fingers inside you while Ghost brings his mouth closer to your cunt, and just breathes there. Even that feels like too much stimulation and when Johnny uses that exact moment to curl his fingers into you in a come hither motion, your whine is loud and drawn out, eyes squeezed shut so tight, you feel a few errant tears leak out the sides.

When Ghost’s tongue makes contact with you, he doesn’t immediately latch on to your clit like you’d expected, or hoped. No, he uses his tongue to gently savour your wetness, and considering how much of it there is, you’re sure you’re feeding him mouthfuls of it, just from how close you are to coming. He finally pulls you out of your misery, though, when his tongue makes the journey to your clit, and when your hips rock upwards, he groans and rises up to chase it. The tip of his tongue swirls around your clit and down to your pussy, where Johnny’s fingers slide out slowly, so Ghost can suck them clean before they go back inside you and Ghost repeats the whole thing.

You’re only pulled out of the moment for a split second, when you notice Soap’s hand covering the nape of Ghost’s neck, holding him there against your pussy, and how Ghost lets him. It only catches your attention because of how submissive it is, how trusting, but you immediately forget why it even matters when his velvet tongue catches on your clit.

You can hardly believe what’s happening to you right now. Ghost is adjusting himself enough so your knees go effortlessly over his shoulder and you’re ludicrously exposed to him right now. The same Ghost who exercises restraint in every aspect of his life, is mean and sometimes a bully and strict and fucking scary, has got his nose grinding against your clit right now, while his tongue gathers your arousal from your slit, swallows it and goes back for more.

You feel that deep, familiar swell in the pit of your belly, and your eyes pop open in panic, because your hands are tied and you can’t even grind into Ghost’s face without any leverage, but then Johnny adds a third finger into you while Ghost sucks on your clit with persistence, and you find that you don’t need that leverage after all. You can grind into his face just fine. You turn away and bite your lip hard, but Ghost’s hand shoots up and curls around your jaw, twisting it until you’re facing them again.

You moan and Johnny coos at you in response. “Stay wi’ us, baby, stay right here,” he murmurs.

And then, all at once, you’re coming, hard. It’s almost painful, the pressure of it, the way it makes you want to kick and squeal and cry from how it makes your body curl up in on itself, your spine bowing in half. Your cry is anguished and deep and rips its way out of your throat, and you think you hear a satisfied rumble from one of your boys, but you don’t know which one. Your orgasm feels powerful and destructive and you claw at thin air, squirm and move but there’s no getting away from how encompassing it is, how fucking devastating it feels in it’s power.

You may have drenched Johnny’s fingers and Ghost’s face but you couldn’t care less right now. You hear one of them chuckle slowly, and you feel yourself gradually fall back onto the Earth. Ghost has mercifully moved his attention to the insides of your thighs now and Johnny pets your other thigh, and though their touches, any touches feel too much right now, you don’t dare move away from them.

This time, Ghost crawls up your body to kiss you, tugs at your bottom lip with his teeth, finally murmurs against your lips. “Sitrep, Sergeant?”

And you have to smile at that, because this man may hide under layers and layers, but he hides something inside him worth diving into the abyss for. “Living, Lt.” His teeth drag along the skin of your throat as he makes way for Johnny to check in on you.

And oh. Sweet Johnny’s just smiling at you, hands moving to brush back the sweaty hair at the crown of your head. “Alright, love?”

“Yeah,” you say softly, too blissed out to answer. You float on a cloud, until Johnny speaks, the smirk and mischief in his voice making your eyes shoot open in a panic.

“Last lesson of the day, Lt. Gotta clean our girl up.”

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yanderestarangel · 7 months

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐌𝐊1 | 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 |

TW: smut, daddykink, afab anatomy, degradation, enemies to lovers context.

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⭑BI HAN⭒

He wouldn't like your boldness from the moment you greeted him, calling him "ice head". You were extremely annoying at first for Bi Han to deal with your jokes while you passed the information via communicator and you smiled mischievously on the other end of the line, even with the man literally fighting to the death against the enemy force. He would come back from the mission extremely pissed off with you going full steam towards him, ripping you out of your chair and then grabbing your collar. He would say how irresponsible and annoying you were, he would look you in the eyes while you smiled saying that he was exaggerating too much, the fight would draw everyone's attention, including Liu Kang, saying that you were a good team and that you shouldn't have fights, making the grand master release his collar and walk away. After that, you two were sent on a mission. Bi Han even forgot what happened - in fact he was pretending so as not to throw you off the cliff closest to you-

You were wearing the costumes of the Lin Kuei clan now, according to your grandmaster Bi Han, he was going to make you look better in the enemy environment, he had never really noticed you, your face and body completely matching the uniform and slightly squeezing your breasts, leaving the man was confused by the feeling there, since according to himself, if he had permission he wouldn't even help you return to the earthly plane with him, but that disappeared from the moment he saw you smile at him after you eliminated the last one target, leaving the shadowy position he was in, laughing satisfied with his work while giving his hand to the man to shake as a synonym for "making peace", soon Bi Han realized that he was staring at you, making your small figure recoil and apologize because of what happened last time between the two of you, the big man would melt inside, but not even he knew why, making a quick nod of his head, then his deep voice would tell the two of you to go meet Liu Kang again. The great anger between the two of you towards each other would soon disappear - especially on Bi Han's part since you just found him a pain in the ass and annoying - the two of you began to slowly get closer, going from enemies to friends, soon with the great and feared Bi Han laughing at his jokes under his sub zero mask. He would never admit it but he loved having you fill everyone's patience and play silly pranks to pass the time. He would only really realize that he was in love with you when he saw you talking to someone else and smiling so sweetly like only you knew how to do. In his head you were teasing him - and you really were, you were also in love with your grandmaster and wanted to know how far that man would go in being teased by you - and he hated being teased. He would trap you in the closest corridor where the two of you were alone and grab his face hard, making you surprised by the impact of the wall on your back. "-I really don't understand, teasing me like that? You want to open your legs for anyone? I have a fucking dick that throbs every time you open that annoying mouth of yours, you should use it to suck my dick you little whore shit." -Bi Han spoke while pressing the erection in his pants against your ass, while your face was against the wall, you smiled mischievously as you tried to turn around and look into the eyes of the man who would trap you again while the sound of a zipper being opened filled the air of the corridor. "-I'll teach you to never play with my feelings and luck again, little boy/girl."

⭑JOHNNY CAGE⭒

You were one of the monks and he would soon notice your mischievous looks, Johnny Cage likes to joke but you were too much for him, too sassy, too funny and too sexy and this combo ended up turning into the man's dislike for you. Every time Cage tried to talk a little seriously with you he was received with irony and sarcasm and this tired him to the point of asking for his removal from Liu Kang's team of fighters, which was obviously denied. However, everything changes with an interception mission, where Johnny was in charge of going with you to get some information for the fire god, but a serious communication error occurred that could lead to the entire mission ending and several dead civilians from exo-terra. You two had been called by Liu Kang and you took all the blame taking the weight off the man's shoulders, soon after you two left he would thank you and his anger towards you would soon disappear, trying to get closer and you two would soon become an unbeatable duo - and also unbearable for everyone - The two of you always completed each other's sentences without meaning to, your connection grew every day until the two of you always had the right to eat at the same table, away from everyone and smiling at each other. Needless to say, he was already in love with you - and you knew it - but neither of you would speak until the other spoke first. Until one day Johnny saw you flirting with another fighter while running your fingers over his chest, making poor Johnny, he felt sad but full of hatred, immediately going towards you, grabbing your wrist and pushing the other person who was confused by it all, he would tell the man to stay away from you and then drag you to an empty room outside. You were thrown hard against the wall, then you looked up as Johnny took off his belt, you knew what was going to happen and you were loving every second of it. "-What did I do, Mr. Cage?" You spoke as you watched the man's huge cock pop out of his pulsing underwear, the tip glistening. "-Are you a fucking little slut, wanting to give your fucking pussy to another man? You have me, you know I like you, don't you Y/N? Will you learn to never defy me like that again?" -Him he spoke while watching you push his cock into your mouth, everyone would surely hear your moans.

⭑LIU KANG⭒

You were going to know him because he was a Lin Kuei ninja, you were sitting with your feet up on the table next to your grand master and he would soon make eye contact with you and kindly ask you to get ready for the meeting since there were going to be other combatants there. You would smile roguishly and look at Liu Kang with disdain, but you would do what he was saying followed by: "-Are you satisfied, my old man?"- Which would leave him in complete shock, looking at your posture while you smiled and the rest of the fighters would arrive, but he couldn't stop looking at you and you the same as him. Liu Kang really didn't know how to act around you, He tried to understand why you were so annoying and beautiful at the same time - even if he was the one who raised you lol - Whenever you two had to do a mission he would have to deal with with you calling him "Daddy" or just "old man" while he said that his name was just Lord Liu Kang fur and smiled slightly as he heard your laugh of amusement. On this list, I think Liu Kang is the only one who really hid his passion with dislike, he never really disliked you, but he needed to protect himself for several reasons. So he gets closer to you, even liking the nickname you gave him. He would invite you to have tea after a Shaolin training session. Until one day Liu Kang sees you sitting on a ninja's lap while he runs his hand down your back and towards your butt, he immediately goes towards the two of you saying that he needs to talk to you alone, he soon He would notice his mischievous smile and give him a kiss on the cheek, going with Liu Kang to their room. Within minutes you were already being fucked by him on the table while your breasts bounced as Liu Kang fucked your tight pussy. "-See you, moaning like a whore under me... Is that because of my dick?" -He spoke while thrusting even harder, his crotch and cock were soaked with liquids from your pussy but he didn't care how sensitive you were, he would continue. You moaned desperately calling him Daddy as you felt another orgasm come over you. "-My little whore... I love it when you call me that... I want you to moan loudly so everyone can hear that this pussy has an owner."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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writeonwhiskey · 4 months

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the skz house: ch 6 (18+)

a/n: happy new year, everyone! you guys made the end of 2023 so unbelievably positive for me with your comments, reblogs & likes. thank you sm!! 🩵 huge thank you to @cloverstayy for the below graphic! she's on insta & tiktok under the same name.

Summary: Welcome to Sigma Kappa Zeta, the most popular fraternity on campus. When you, down on your luck and looking for a place to live, see their ad for ‘IN-HOUSE STAY’. You're one of the four girls chosen and find that your duties for the rest of the school year will be cooking, cleaning, and pleasing your assigned house members: Hyunjin & Bang Chan.

[ read chapter five here ] [ skz house photo book ]

Chapter Six: Of Joy Rides and Hot Tubs

You don’t have class on Thursday so you’re free to wake up when you want. Chan is gone by the time you do, and it’s only 10:00am. He doesn’t have class until late afternoon so your thoughts immediately drift to where he may have gone so early. You would have liked to see him. You wonder, if after last night, he would have smiled at you or shown you any sign that things might be different moving forward.

It’s a silly, fleeting thought. Having sex with him doesn’t change anything. Even though he granted your plea of treating you good, he still kept his boundaries firmly in place after your shower. You were curious if he would allow you to sleep in his bed, naively hopeful about it even as you finished putting on your pajamas. However, when he got situated under his sheets and bid you goodnight, he made it abundantly clear you were not welcome there.

Down in the kitchen and still in your pajamas, you snack on a granola bar as some of the others prepare to leave for classes or wherever they’re going—Seungmin has his baseball bag slung over his shoulder and invites you to come watch him practice later. He’s still on your shit list, though, so you’re not overly thrilled about it…but it’s an option if you have nothing better to do.

The house falls quiet again when all the commotion has ceased and you make your way back up to the second floor, to Hyunjin’s room.

His curtains are drawn, keeping most of the morning light at bay as he sleeps. You walk around to the side of the bed and consider waking him up, cocking your head to the side as you gaze down at him. Even with his blonde hair all over the place, he looks so peaceful and handsome and perfect. His plump lips are pouted in a way that makes him seem absolutely adorable. Sleeping Beauty, who?

Without second guessing it, you slide on the bed next to him.

He peeks open an eye at the movement and smiles lazily when he sees you, causing your heart to flutter.

“Mmmm, she’s back,” he murmurs sleepily as he wraps his arms around you—one under your head and the other around your waist—and pulls you close, nestling his face in your hair.

He throws his leg around yours, holding on to you as if you are his own personal body pillow. Your body relaxes in his embrace and you instantly let out a soft sigh. You are content enough to stay in this position with him all day. His steady breathing lets you know he’s drifted back to sleep so you try your best to be still and not disturb his slumber any further.

Laying on your side, staring ahead at the sight of your empty bed, your mind starts to roam and reflect on the chaos you endured over the past week. Seven days ago you were literally sitting on a curb trying to figure out where you were going to live. And throwing yourself into the SKZ house was a well-timed distraction. You were together with your ex for almost three years, and hadn’t even given yourself time to fully process your break up. Maybe because you knew it was coming…your priorities were no longer aligned, and his eyes had started to wander, his attention and affection wavered. In hindsight, you should have been better prepared for it.

You did love him, though. So the pain of him telling you he thought it’d be best if you lived apart for a while (meaning you getting the fuck out of the apartment), is still brewing inside of you. The anger derived from that pain also makes it easier to cut off your feelings for him. But you hadn’t truly considered being with anyone besides him and now here you are…having fucked one man last night and now in bed with another this morning.

You’d experienced more sexually in three days than you had in the past three years. Dominance, submission, lust, need, desire. You were pushed out of your comfort zone and you liked it. But the most troubling thing for you to wrap your head around is the lack of compassion surrounding these new sexual exploits. You’ve never just fucked someone you weren’t in love with. So how do you detach the actions from the emotions that course through you every time you see Chan?

You can’t deny that you’re attracted to him—that you like the way he teases you, the way he makes you yearn for his touch just by looking at you. Yet, you still don’t understand how you feel about him, or if you should bother feeling anything at all.

Cuddled up to Hyunjin—whom you’ve essentially known the same amount of time as Chan, only further adds to your confusion. Clearly it could all be this simple but Chan seems hellbent on making sure you know he views you as an object, a tool at his disposal. Chan very much still feels like a stranger in all aspects outside of sex, whereas Hyunjin feels like someone you’ve known for a long time. Someone that gets you—that respects you. He’s the only thing of comfort you’ve been able to rely on amidst the raging emotions trying their best to consume you when you’re with Chan.

Hyunjin doesn’t even know how much you need him to just exist right now, and he’d probably think you were crazy if you told him. You place your hand on his arm and bring it from your waist to your chest, he squeezes you closer to him in response, readjusting his body slightly.

With him snuggled against you and these thoughts wreaking havoc on you mentally, the rise and fall of your chest quickens and before you can stop it, tears are streaming down your cheek as the weight of the past week hits you like a Sparta kick to the chest. You try to keep quiet, to wipe your tears before they fall to his arm, but there’s too many and your sniffling gives you away.

Hyunjin stirs and lifts his head up, peeking over your shoulder. When he registers that you’re crying, he slowly blinks his eyes open to really look at you. His hand hugged to your chest moves to your face, turning it towards him. You try to resist, shaking your head, wanting to hide your face in the mattress.

“Y/n,” he says softly, voice still groggy from sleep.

He turns your entire body around so you’re facing him and cups your cheek, wiping your tears away with the pad of his thumb. His attempts are futile—each time he wipes, a new trail is formed.

“Gwenchana?” he says, warm brown eyes searching yours. “You okay?”

You don’t know what he’s said, why he’s said it, or if he’s still half asleep and not realizing he’s speaking Korean but regardless, the gentle, caring concern in his tone fucking breaks you.

A sob escapes from your lips as you squeeze your eyes shut and press your face to his chest. He holds you around the waist with one hand and the other strokes the back of your head.

Even with how good Chan made you feel last night—desired in a way you’d never imagined—you still slept in your bed alone, all the while wanting nothing more than to still be close to him after how much of yourself you’d given to him. To be in his arms the way Hyunjin is holding you now.

You can’t hold it in any longer, and here in this room, you don’t feel like you have to. He just let’s you cry, face against his chest, hands pulling at his shirt. You feel safe here. You want to stay in his protective embrace.

You don’t know how long you spend sobbing against him, but he doesn’t let go of you the entire time. When the sobs and tears finally stop and you regain control of your breathing, he leans back to look at you.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You chew on your bottom lip and shake your head, unable to meet his gaze.

“Not really,” you say, sniffling and wiping at your eyes. “It’s just been a lot—with the breakup and moving here and Chan and you.”

“Okay,” he replies with a simple nod.

He holds on to you tightly and quickly moves you up and over him so you're now laying on the opposite side of the bed.

“That side is for crying—this side is for happy y/n,” he declares.

You can’t help but laugh at his antics. You look down at his tear stained shirt and pull at the fabric.

“I’m sorry,” you say. “And sorry for waking you up like this.”

“Don’t be,” he assures you. And you believe him with ease. “You’re here for me as much as I’m here for you. In all ways.”

His words are sweet and honestly make you feel like you could start bawling all over again.

“What time is it?” You ask as a distraction, realizing you’ve left your phone in Chan’s room.

“Who cares,” he shrugs.

“Don’t you have class?”

“Who cares,” he repeats. “Want to go do something?”

As much as you’d like to stay here in bed, in his arms, it would also feel nice to be anywhere but inside the house right now.

“Sure,” you say after a moment. “As long as you’re back in time for class.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course, we will be,” he doesn’t sound too convincing this time. He gives you one final squeeze before sitting up. He grabs his phone from the nightstand and checks the time. “We have four hours.”

“What do you have in mind?” You ask, sitting up.

“Nothing at all—I don’t do plans, remember?”

“You’re gonna make me feel a different kind of crazy these next three days,” you joke.

“You’ll learn to love it,” he winks.

You slide out of the bed and find an outfit for the day. You immediately start changing in the room without thinking about it, but Hyunjin hasn’t seen nearly as much of you as Chan has. You peek over your shoulder and see he’s still sitting in bed, watching you with a smile. He pretends he’s been caught, averting his gaze around the room.

“Stop it,” you say with a laugh, pulling your pants up.

“I’m an artist,” he replies, “I have to appreciate good views. Commit them to memory for my work, you know.”

“Well, this isn’t a live model class—get up and get dressed,” you tell him.

“Yes ma’am.”

You pull on your t-shirt, then tell him you’ll be back in a minute. You make your way upstairs, to Chan’s room. You’re not sure if he’s home so you knock lightly on the door. There’s no response. You enter and retrieve your phone, tucking it in your back pocket. You take a moment to makeup your bed since you have no intention of returning to this room at all for the next couple of days. You also grab your backpack and sling it over your shoulder before turning around to leave.

You stop dead in your tracks when you see Chan, standing between the door frame, startling you. You put a hand to your chest to still your beating heart. How long had he been standing there?

When he takes in the sight of you, you catch a brief look of concern on his face—if you had blinked you would have missed it.

“I just came to get my things,” you say softly.

As if you owe him any kind of explanation.

He remains silent as he enters the room, stopping just in front of you. He leans down a little, his eyes raking over your face carefully. It dawns on you then…how you must look. You can feel the tightness and puffiness of your eyes from crying earlier.

For a moment you think he’s going to say something, but he doesn’t. His lips are pressed together tightly as he gives a curt nod and steps to the side, allowing you to walk past.

His silence feels worse than anything he could have said.

—————

“Have you ever driven one of these before?” Hyunjin asks, seated next to you in the passenger seat of the navy blue Tesla.

You shake your head, still in shock he offered to let you drive.

“Go easy on the pedal,” he says, buckling his seatbelt.

You adjust the rearview mirror, groaning at the sight of your puffy eyes in the reflection. Even after gently washing your face and moisturizing, they still looked awful.

Hyunjin opens the glove compartment, revealing several pairs of sunglasses. He shuffles them around, holds a few different pairs up to your face before deciding on one and handing it to you. He picks a pair for himself and puts them on as you do the same.

“Now we’re ready,” he looks over to you and you see his eyebrows wiggle above the frame of the sunglasses.

You’re grinning widely as you reverse from the driveway, feeling happy and optimistic for once. Hyunjin controls the music as you drive, curating a soundtrack for your adventure. Neither of you have any idea where you’re going, which annoys the crap out of you. Hyunjin finds it amusing and starts telling you to take a left here or there. At one point he has you take four rights in a row, effectively sending you in a circle, or square rather. He claps his hands together, laughing as you swat at his arm and thigh in annoyance.

When the song “Broken” by We Are Fury & Luma comes through the speakers, you make him replay it a few times in a row—the two of you sing it together, “Give it away, like I always do. Watch you start to fade, one more heart to lose.” The lyrics hit you in special way today, but Hyunjin matches your energy as you both belt out the next part with your whole chest, “Got that sinking feeling like the bottom of the ocean, I’ve been here before, feeling every damn emotion.”

You drive and sing and talk. You’re almost able to forget about your sad, emotional outburst earlier. Almost.

At one point you stop at a shopping center with a recently opened Halloween store to browse the costumes and pick up a few decorative items for the house. Well, it started as a few anyway. Hyunjin alternates between holding your hand and hugging you from behind as you walk through the aisles. He keeps you entertained with his clumsiness—screaming and knocking into displays when something scares him. Being with him makes you feel like a normal college student just hanging out with their crush—joking, laughing, flirting.

When you make a stop for lunch, you mention Seungmin inviting you to watch him practice and Hyunjin doesn’t mind the idea. You grab enough food for the three of you and head down to campus. You’ve never had a reason to venture to the baseball field before, but it’s quite large and empty aside from the players practicing.

You and Hyunjin take a seat in the bleachers—Seungmin waves when he spots you two. You munch on fries and a burger as you watch them. Seungmin is far more serious on the mound than you’ve ever seen him. He looks like he simply belongs there, on the field and in his uniform, striking out a couple of team mates in a row.

“Shit, I have to get to class,” Hyunjin announces, checking his phone.

You hadn’t realized how much time had passed already.

“Go,” you tell him with a nod. “I’ll catch a ride back with Seungmin or wait around for you.”

“You’ll wait for me?” He asks, batting his eyelashes at you.

“Maybe,” you tease with a playful shrug.

He stands up and starts to walk away from you before suddenly stopping. He turns back around to face you, leans down and places a kiss firmly on your lips. You’re startled at the sudden action, but you don’t shy away from it. You press your lips back against his.

It’s quick and sweet, but a wave of heat rushes through your body all the same.

“See you later,” he says when he steps back.

You continue watching Seungmin for another half an hour until practice ends. He comes to meet you in the bleachers and you offer him the food you had ordered for him.

You push your sunglasses down the bridge of your nose to look at him directly in the eyes, “It may or may not be poisoned.”

“I have a strong immune system,” he retorts, tearing away at the wrapper of the burger and biting into it. “Did you like what you saw?”

“You’re okay,” you say nonchalantly, pushing your sunglasses back up. “When’s the first game?”

“In the spring. You gonna come watch?”

“Only if I can root for the other team,” you reply.

“That’s blasphemy.”

“Serves you right, pineapple boy.”

He lets out a loud laugh at your remark.

“Come on, it was a joke.”

“To you, maybe…Chan didn’t find it so amusing,” you tell him.

“He actually does like pineapple,” he shrugs.

“But not on pizza—you set me up.”

“I did,” he agrees. “It was funny.”

“Again…to you, maybe. And Changbin. I’ll get you back for that.”

“Oooh, I’m so scared,” he says, finishing off the last bite of his burger in record time.

“You should be,” you tell him. “Sleep with your eyes open Kim Seungmin.”

“I always do.”

You roll your eyes. His sarcastic ass has a comeback for everything.

You sit and talk on the bleachers a little while longer until Seungmin is ready to head back to the house. He walks you to the building where Hyunjin’s class is before taking off. You sit outside the building and wait, scrolling through your phone for a lack of anything better to do. When you look up and see Hyunjin finally walking out, he’s beaming when he spots you on the bench.

You stand to greet him, only just now realizing he went to class empty handed—no backpack, no notebook or pen, nothing. You could never imagine doing such a thing but for Hyunjin, it just seems fitting.

By the time you get back home, the house is abuzz per usual for this time of night. You and Hyunjin take in the decorations from the Halloween store and get to work putting some of them up with a few others as dinner is prepared.

Everyone throws around ideas for the upcoming Halloween party, and it starts to sound more intense than you could have imagined. It seems like they plan to go all out with kegs, catering, costume contests and more.

After dinner you lounge in the living room, seated around the coffee table with nearly everyone except Chan, Rhiannon, Changbin and Lee Know, playing Uno. Rhiannon and Changbin had excused themselves after making suggestive faces at each other the entire meal. The game causes a lot of commotion and outbursts but honestly it’s the most fun you’ve had in the house as a group yet.

Felix claims to make the house rules, saying you can put a Draw 2 on a Draw 2, which is purely evil as he makes you Draw 12 cards at one point with a devilish grin on his face.

By 8:30pm, Hyunjin is dragging you back upstairs to his room wanting to watch the next episode of the show you started Sunday, saying he’s been waiting forever to see what happens.

You both climb into his bed, laptop in front of you and leaned together as you watch episode two. You’re at ease next to him. You readjust yourselves halfway through watching to get more comfortable, sitting with your backs against the pillows and the laptop resting on your left and his right thigh. He wraps an arm around you and you lean against him. You’re able to get in two episodes before calling it quits for the night.

“You know I can sleep in my own bed if you don’t want me with you,” you say to him as you’re putting your dirty clothes in the laundry and make a note to do some washing over the weekend.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

You shrug in response, as if you don’t know the reason you’re saying it involves the man on the next floor up.

“In case you want your space or something.”

“No,” he replies cooly. “I get my space when you’re with Chan.”

He pulls back the bedsheets (specifically on the right, your happy side) and looks pointedly down at them then back up to you. You can’t stop the smile that creeps on to your face as you climb in bed next to him.

“Fair warning I have to be up for an early class tomorrow.”

“Ew,” he says pulling you towards him and you can just picture the look of disgust he’s bearing.

You turn around to face him, tucking your head in the crook of his neck.

“Thank you for this morning,” you tell him.

“You’ll adjust,” he says. “But I know it’s hard.”

“Did you want to…” you ask, trailing off in the same way you did with Chan but you’re not nearly half as nervous. You can’t let yourself lose sight of the reason you’re in this house.

“We don’t have to rush, okay?” he replies.

You nod.

“You are emotional right now,” he continues, “I can see that. I know this can be a lot to handle in the beginning so I won’t pile more on top of what you're already feeling.”

“I think I can handle it…” you speak up.

“I want you to know you can handle it, y/n.”

You bite your bottom lip as you look at him. His words don’t feel like a rejection, they’re coming from a place that’s putting you first. He’s right. And you know it.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask timidly.

He grabs on to you like he did this morning and pulls you up and over so you’re laying on top of him. You sit up, straddling his waist, and run your hands through his soft, blonde hair before leaning down and pressing your lips to his. You want to communicate just how much spending today with him meant to you.

The kiss starts with slow, long presses of your lips together but soon evolves into more. You part your mouth, and he captures your bottom lip between his, sucking on it gently. His hands roam across your back as you kiss him again, snaking your tongue inside his mouth while your hips grind against him.

He turns his head to the side, letting out a breath as he breaks the kiss. You look down at him with uncertain eyes.

“Don’t think I don’t want you…because I do.” He moves his hips against you and you can feel his hardening cock press against you. “But let’s do this right.”

You realize how easily you could try to push it further, but he seems adamant about wanting you to be in a good headspace. Which, truthfully, makes you want him even more. As if he can heal the part of you that’s been wounded by fucking you.

“We can still kiss though, right?”

He responds by cupping the back of your neck and bringing your lips to his again.

The strict make out session has you feeling like a teenager again—hesitant to move to second base. He stills your hips and grunts each time you grind against him, causing you to giggle. The roles in this room are much different as you get to be the teaser for once.

—————

On Saturday it’s decided to make use of the pool and hot tub before the weather gets too cold. Changbin and Chan man the grill as everyone else is in the heated pool either swimming or lounging on the large floaties. You’re left feeling a little in awe, as you have never seen so much of all the members—the girls in their bathing suits and the guys in their swim trunks. They boys are all varying degrees of physical fitness—some have abs, some don’t, some have defined, muscular arms, some don’t. But the sight of each them makes you lick your lips and force yourself to look away.

When you make your way out of the house, carrying a pan of meat to Chan and Changbin, you feel Chan’s eyes on you. He doesn’t try to hide it either, looking you over in your swimsuit. It’s modest, to some degree—a dark green bikini top with white and yellow flowers and matching shorts for the bottoms. His eyes dip to your cleavage, then back up to your eyes. At least you’re not the only one fighting these urges to keep your gaze up. You really wish you’d brought out a pair of sunglasses to hide your gawking.

He hasn’t said a word to you since that night. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his look. You’re emboldened by the closeness you’ve felt with Hyunjin the last few days. You know that on Sunday, too, when it’s your day to choose—you’ll stay with Hyunjin again.

You push the thoughts of the Monday fast approaching with him aside as you get in the pool to join the others. Hyunjin holds his hand out to you as you descend the steps, pulling you to him once you’re in the water. You wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist as he carries you effortlessly through the water, towards the deep end.

He stops against the side of the pool and you lean back to rest against it, hips thrust forward to his. Partially of your own doing, but also because of the water. He doesn’t seem to mind either way. He’s been rather receptive of your sly advances. You find it exciting, how both of you are able to tease each other knowing it’s building up to something more without any sort of timeline or demand.

You grin up at him, letting your arms fall from around his neck down to his chest. You are assigned to him and feel free to stare and touch him as you please. You run your hands down past his lightly defined pectorals, over his nipples (which makes him giggle), then down to his abs. They may not be as toned as Chan’s, but they feel satisfying beneath your fingertips either way.

Hyunjin leans down to kiss you but before his lips meet yours, a wave of water hits you, soaking both of your heads. You both turn to find the culprit—Lee Know. He’s grinning as he flicks more water at you. You push away from Hyunjin and head towards him.

Hyunjin grabs you by the waist, pulling you back.

“Relax,” he says into your ear. “He can’t swim.”

“Good,” you mutter. “I can drown him easier.”

Hyunjin laughs at your remark.

“And then what?” He asks. “You go to jail and you’re kept from me?”

You pout your lips and look up at him.

“But if would feel so cathartic.”

“I agree with you. Everyone’s contemplated drowning Minho at some point,” he tells you.

When the meat is cooked, everyone exits the pool to eat. Chan sits directly across from you and Hyunjin, leaning back in his chair, all nonchalant and unbothered. When you’re with Hyunjin, who’s treating you so well, you’re able to mostly keep your disturbing thoughts of Chan at bay. You wish you could say you hadn’t thought of him at all, hadn’t thought of what he’s doing up in his room when you aren’t there. Does he touch himself? Does he think of you when he does it?

“I call dibs on being the DJ,” Felix announces when the conversation turns to the Halloween party once again.

“If you’re just putting together a playlist, you’re not a DJ,” Seungmin corrects him.

“Don’t over do it with Halloween songs,” Jeongin speaks up, looking pointedly at Han.

“You have to set the mood,” Han defends himself, cheeks stuffed with food.

“No one wants to hear Thriller 10 times in one night,” Jeongin says.

“You don’t know that,” Han mumbles with a shrug.

You ladies are put in charge of getting the virtual invites out, completing the decorations and organizing the catering and keg deliveries.

You push your plate away from you and look at Chan. You notice he’s always so quiet when he’s with the group. For being the leader he doesn’t speak up that often. Maybe he’s content letting them squabble over the smaller details and getting the final say.

After everyone is fed and has put the subject of the party to rest, Hyunjin takes your hand and leads you towards the hot tub where Changbin, Lee Know, Rhiannon, Allie and Seungmin are already inside. You sit next to Hyunjin and relax in the warmth, leaning your head against the outer rim with your eyes closed. There’s a jet at work on your back and the repeated pressure feels good.

Chan and Felix enter the hot tub next. It’s not that big, but everyone moves over to make room. Hyunjin pulls you onto his lap and Chan sits right next to him. Jeongin and Charlotte show up next with shots for everyone. You toss yours back with a grimace—it makes you feel even hotter.

You lean back against Hyunjin and fight the urge to look over at Chan. It shouldn’t feel so awkward. Directly across from you is a prime example. Charlotte is seated on Jeongin’s lap sideways, legs draped over Han and they’re all engaged in conversation with each other.

You chew on your lip and let out a low breath. Maybe you’re the one making it more awkward than it needs to be, letting your confusing feelings about Chan get in the way of something that should be easy. You’ve been living like he doesn’t exist the past couple of days—you can’t keep that up. You don’t want to be the one to ruin the vibe of the house.

You turn to face Chan as Hyunjin rests his arms on the rim of the hot tub, talking to Lee Know on his other side.

“Got any ideas for your costume?” You ask him.

“Not yet…why? You wanna play dress up with me?” He arches an eyebrow and smiles.

You’re caught off guard at his response—both the words and the disarming smile he bears. The bottle of alcohol is passed around again, saving you a response as you fill up your shot glass.

Chan holds his glass out to you and you cheers him before taking the shot.

“You seem better,” he says, placing his glass on the ground outside the hot tub.

It’s the first time he’s acknowledged it.

You feel a hand on your left thigh and tense up for a second. Hyunjin’s arms are still behind you. Chan’s lips are turned up at the side, watching you panic.

With the jets going you can’t see anything beneath the water, but you know it’s him.

“Hyunjin has been great,” you tell him.

“I know,” he replies with an understanding nod, meanwhile his hand has started sliding up and down your thigh. “I’m glad.”

You want to ask him how he knows and why would he be glad about it, but your conversation is interrupted.

“You guys talking about me over here?” Hyunjin leans over to his left side where you and Chan are.

Chan grins and you feel like you’re about to be caught doing something you shouldn’t. His hand doesn’t stop caressing your thigh.

“Only good things,” you reply, turning your head to look at him.

Hyunjin places a quick peck on your cheek and returns to his conversation with Lee Know.

You drop your gaze down to the water feeling happy, embarrassed and confused.

Chan’s hand slides further up your thigh and moves between your legs. With his other hand above the water, he uses a finger to tilt your head back up so you’re looking at him. You don’t know what to say.

“No?” He asks quietly.

You nod your head slowly, spreading your legs just a little further apart.

How could he do this so quickly? He gave you a mere centimeter of attention and now you’re back right where he wants you. This physical touch, though, is the most he’s shown you in front of the others.

Changbin says something to Chan then, so he turns to speak to him but continues rubbing you over your swim shorts. Your hips move against his fingers.

Hyunjin instinctively wraps one arm around your waist to keep you still as he had been doing the past couple of days. His hand bumps Chan’s in the process and he redirects his attention back to you two.

Your pulse increases as you anticipate his reaction.

He fucking chuckles.

With your hair up in a messy bun, Hyunjin has easy access to the back of your neck. He kisses it lightly as he holds you closer to him and Chan resumes his hand movements. Your eyes flutter shut as your brain is on the fritz, trying to process exactly what the fuck is happening right now.

“It’s too hot in here,” Allie blurts out.

To which everyone but you laughs. You’re goddamn right it’s hot in here, but for you it’s due to an entirely different reason.

“I’m getting back in the pool,” she says and stands from the water.

“I’ll come with you,” you say, taking her distraction as a saving grace to get you out the hot tub before these two men send you to a room with padded walls.

You push Chan’s hand away and Hyunjin let’s go of you as you stand.

Allie walks to the steps of the pool but you dive right in. The cold water against your skin shocks your senses, making you feel alert and awake, helping bring you down from whatever Hyunjin and Chan were trying to work you up to.

You take your time, swimming to the opposite end of the pool before resurfacing. You let out a deep breath and wipe the water away from you face. You don’t know how to describe what you had just felt—both of them touching you at once. You’ve never felt that before…but holy fuck do you want to experience it to completion now.

[ read chapter seven here ]

a/n: oh boy. how are we feeling? it was important for her to acknowledge all she's going through. but aren't we so happy she has hyunjin? the yin to chan's yang. 😁

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「 you the cutest jailbird i ever did see!」

IN WHICH—you’re literally mickey milkovich!♡ ໋֢ 👒✧

🍵ヾFT. THE GREASERS࿐ྀུ ♡

⌗ 👒 notes !𖥔༌ ᰷ ﹅ this is platonic. and if you haven’t seen shameless just imagine a modern, stinky dallas. also MARRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS!!!

you met them while running from the cops. sure—it was completely your fault and you do deserve to be thrown into the cooler. but you just got out! can’t a person want just a few more minutes of peace?

as soon as you heard those sirens, you jumped off the guys you and your cousins were jumping and just started running. those two idiots already got caught, you just kept on running.

you heard that the curtis house doesn’t ever lock their door—stupid. you’d never do that, not when people like you run around this city!

the sirens got closer, and without thinking, you jumped their fence. as your feet touched the ground, you hoped to god that they weren’t home. or that dallas winston wasn’t there.

you rushed to the door, swinging in open before hiding beside their couch that sat in front of the window. peeking your head up, you watched as the cop car slowed down before speeding back off.

a grin grew on your face as you watched the cops go in the other direction.

“fuckin’ idiots.”

“wow, y/n getting chased by the cops. what is it, the 30th time this week?”

you’ve had unfortunate run-ins with dallas. but you thought his voice was more annoying now than when you and your cousins jumped him for trying to hit on your sister.

you’d recognize that disgusting new york accent from anywhere. you sighed, turning your head to face him as he stood above you, hands in his jean pockets.

dallas had a stupid grin on his face as who, you think is soda, comes rushing beside him. his eyes showed worry, but his grin made him look interested in you.

“shoot, what happened to you?”

“soda—this is y/n. what ain’t they done is a better question.”

you rolled your eyes, holding back from socking him in the jaw. you turned your head to face soda, standing up from your position. rubbing your neck, you hung your head low.

“tough shit, man. bunch of assholes—you know.”

suddenly, someone with cake smeared all over his fingers and who smelled like oil popped up out of nowhere. ‘steve’ was written on the chest of his ripped up work uniform.

“that can mean a lotta things. what kinda tough shit?”

‘jesus, the curtis group asks a lot of questions.’ you thought to yourself, a lip raised. dallas kicked the leg of the couch beside you, causing you to whip your head up after avoiding eye contact. sodapop smacked dallas’ shoulder, telling him off.

“answer ‘em, y/n.”

dallas demanded, saying your name is a singing tone.

“…me and my cousin’s has jumped a guy. it ain’t nothin’ bad like stabbing a kid with a blade.”

you mumbled, dusting yourself off, you heard snickers leave steve and soda’s throats. soda grinned, ear to ear as he ushered you to sit down at a table. as he did so—he kept on asking you a bunch of jumbled questions due to how fast he’s talking.

four boys sat there, staring at the situation that had just unfolded. they both looked younger than everyone else did, the two older ones standing out like sore thumbs. one was finishing his plate, the other one downing a bottle of beer.

soda sat you down, steve rushing behind the both of you. either of them sat beside you, smiles on their face.

“what’d the guy do?”

“did you beat ‘em black and blue?”

“what’d you use?”

with that, you found yourself hanging around the two of them more. sodapop and steve found your company fun. sure, you were like dallas, but different in so many ways.

you were so comforting to be around, yet you always had a scowl. they loved having you around, causing the gang to hang out with you too.

you honestly became a reoccurring person in the gang—to the point where people would ask where you were if you weren’t around them.

you’d just walk into the curtis house and make yourself comfortable. your house wasn’t exactly the definition of ‘ideal.’ the old man wasn’t the kindest to you, your sister—or anyone for that matter.

he’d frequently take his anger out on you and smack you ‘til you’re every colour under the sun after he heard you’d been foolin’ around with some chum around the block. it wasn’t even true—but your cries always fell to deaf ears when it came to that alcoholic.

it’s not like it was a secret either. every person on the east side could hear the arguing from your house—even the front door slam shut. that’s when the people would know you’d be huddled up on the curtis’ couch.

“y/n—breakfast.”

soda’d nudge you gently—talking in a hushed voice. the smell of bacon filled your nostrils, a sigh leaving your lips as it hit you that he was the one cooking. you aren’t exactly the biggest fan of his rather odd choices of how he makes his food.

but goddamnit you can fake it for him. if you can lie to the cops, you can lie to one of your greatest friends.

just like how you can lie to the investigators trying to find dallas winston.

“you know this kid?”

“never seen ‘em in my life. lay off now, assholes.”

you’d mumble, walking past them, making sure you hit their shoulders as hard as you could. you always got a kick out of hurting those pigs as you’d call ‘em.

which is what caused dallas winston goin’ MIA. you had seen dallas winston getting knocked down by the police after a long chase.

even though you can’t stand that new yorkian—you do love fighting. you tried to walk as quietly as you could up to them before making yourself known.

“hey, man!”

you shouted, causing their heads to turn. when they saw you—their eyes immediately flashed a look of hatred. they obviously knew who you were, and if they didn’t know, they’d know after you socked one in the jaw.

all attention on dallas turned to you—all of them going after you. until dallas also landed a clean hit on one. with the impact of the officer falling on the ground—your feet started moving on your own.

you cackled, hearing dallas laugh along with you, running beside you. the rush that washed over you two was indescribable—the adrenaline was great.

this isn’t the first time you’ve been on the run, and it’s not like you haven’t been caught. one time you got caught—your bail was low. but too high for you. you were offered one call and the first person that came to mind would surely rip off your head.

‘worth a shot,’ you thought to yourself, dialling the numbers with the phone to your ear, a cop hovering over you.

“hello?”

“darrel? it’s y/n.”

“goddammit, y/n. what the hell did you do this time?”

“nothin’! i-i just need you to come and bail me. it’s only 50 cents, darry.”

“you’re never gonna hear the end of it, you damned jail bird. i’ll be there soon.”

with that—you heard a click on the end of the line. you wanted to defend yourself, but hearing him call you a jail bird gave you more pride than you’ve felt in a long time.

of course, when he did bail you out, any feeling you had of pride evaporated. as soon as you entered the backseat, you could feel the rage from darry.

“what the hell did you do? it’s 11PM. ponyboy and soda’s in bed—and i was getting ready! 11PM, y/n!”

“holy fuck, darry! stop acting like i killed a guy! it was just a grab n’ run!”

“y/n—is it too hard to ask that you try to stay safe? just once, that’s all i ask!”

“oh my god, darry! you aren’t my fucking father!”

“guess what’s happening. you’re coming to my house and spending the nights there. the second i hear that you’re runnin’ from the cops i’m contesting against you in court!”

the rest of the ride was in silence, it being broken up by the occasional blinker. when he pulled onto the side of the road, parking his truck in front of the house, you sat there.

stubborn is what people thought of you—and you sure as hell were. darry got out, expecting you to follow. he stood in front of the gate, arms crossed as you stared off into space.

the door opened—darry quickly grabbing you. he carried you like a baby, against your very loud protests.

soda opened the door, snickering as he sees the situation you’re in. ponyboy was sitting on darrys chair, playing with the tab of a pepsi can. once he seen darry step in, you in arms, he shot up from where he sat.

“where were you? what happened?”

“yeah, jail bird. what happened?”

you heard the two younger brothers ask, one sounding more mocking than the other. darry placed you on the couch, swiftly throwing a blanket over you.

you’d been in this situation before, the memories flooding back to you as you felt yourself drift off into sleep.

expect you weren’t the one being carried. you had carried johnny from the lot, put him on your back. it was a few days after he’d been jumped real bad.

you were out of the loop when it came to who jumped who. you seen johnny asleep in the lot. dried blood on his jacket and face. bruises were everywhere on his body. you felt bad.

you always liked johnnycakes. he understood you in a way. as you carried him on your back—you could only thing of the similarities between you two.

you both had rough home lives, you both always found yourself trying to keep everything together. he used to be so tough but turned quiet—you had always been tough and never expected to change.

lost in your thoughts—you got to the curtis house faster than expected. you quietly walked up the stairs, opening the door, avoiding the creaky floorboards.

you placed johnny on the couch, taking a silent vow to beat whoever did this to him even worse.

and you always kept your word.

robert sheldon was the guy you and your cousins had tracked down, bats and other weapons in hand. if he can use those thick gold rings—you can use your bat. fair game, right?

you caught him, drunk on the streets, and stupidly alone. your cousins beat up ford slowed down beside him—making it a repeat of what he’d do to others.

he took notice—stumbling as he turned his head. your own small gang took notice to this, stopping the car before jumping out.

you guys had beaten him to the point where he looked just like johnny. you kept your word, and you wouldn’t let anyone ever touch johnny like that.

you always hated soc’s. you’d do anything to do annoy ‘em. even if it meant stealing their mustangs, you always liked them anyhow.

steve always talked about how he’d do anything to drive a tuff car like that. everytime he seen one, that’s all he talked about.

“imagine drivin’ a car like that. could you imagine how fast i could go?”

you’d learn how to hot wire at a young age, rarely ever did it though. but when you seen a wine coloured mustang left unattended—you knew you had an opportunity.

it wasn’t hard to get it going, and it wasn’t hard to drive it to the DX without getting caught. steve was working in the hood of an old car outside until he heard a honk.

a grin grew on his face as he seen you in the drivers sear of the car, a smug look on your face. steve practically skipped as he rushed towards the vehicle, tapping the hood as he took a closer look.

as he was nothing less than mesmerized—you hopped out of the car. steve looked up at you from his crouched position before you threw the keys at him, walking towards the passenger seat.

steve immediately put two and two together, jumping into the car without a second thought.

you swore you ain’t never seen steve so happy when he was speeding down the road in this mustang. he never asked where you got it—and you never told him.

you and ponyboy were alright. he didn’t like being around you for long periods of time. on the other hand—you absolutely loved it.

you could tease him until the sun went down for everything and anything.

“what the hell are you wearin’, pony?”

“a shirt?”

“sure as hell don’t look like one.”

you’d ruffle his greased up hair, going against his complains. you’d mock his books and movies, mimicking what they just said in a higher voice. ponyboy always disliked this. he didn’t hate it however. a small part of him knew that’s how you showed affection.

but he never knew you could be so gentle when you felt like it—that he really, really liked. one day, when school was out and everyone was doing their own thing, ponyboy sat at home.

he was reading a book with the tv as background noise. until you barged through the door, beelining for the fridge. you got a beer, closing the door. you took a sear in darry’s chair, watching TV.

ponyboy wondered if you noticed he was even home. when he seen you enter—he felt insecure. you were the definition of a greaser—he was…just some guy that so happened to have grease in his hair.

you realized he stopped reading, his eyes everywhere but his book. sighing, you got up and sat beside him on the couch. you took one more swig of the beer before you told him to read out loud.

“read to me.”

“wh-huh?”

“the TV’s borin’. read.”

with that, he did. the longer ponyboy read, the more relaxed he became. of course—you looked like you wanted to rip your own head off—but ponyboy did like the fact you immersed yourself into the story.

“she fucking what?”

“yeah! crazy, right?”

“crazy’s an understatement, man.”

‘crazy’ is what people would call you and two-bit. people would’ve never willingly put the two of you in a room, but you two got along swimmingly.

he was loud, sometimes clingy, and always joking around. you really needed someone like him in your life. a breath of fresh air—until the two of you would compete.

“let’s see who can steal the most stuff without gettin’ caught.”

was a sentence often said between the two of you. a little fun never hurt nobody, right? two-bit seemed like the expert at stealing, and you just liked to break the law.

the longest it went on was for a week. you tot caught first and you have yet to live it down.

“so god fuckin’ help me—i will gauge your eyeballs out with this fucking fork!”

“yeah but, i’ll die knowin’ that i was able to steal without gettin’ BANNED!”

two-bit later had a bruise on his ribs.

you’ve never been one to stay in a group of people. but staying with these people—it was different in so many ways.

you knew they wanted you here, they knew you loved them and that you knew that they loved you too. and unfamiliar feeling sure—but a welcomed feeling.

you argued, fought, and even fist fought each other. but goddamnit, you all moved past it. and that’s all you could ask for in this little life. even if your life is mostly you sitting in a prison.

#2knightt #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #dallas winston x reader #johnny cade x reader #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #sodapop x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #two-bit x reader #two bit mathews x reader #darry curtis x reader #milkovich!reader #WATCH SHAMELESS OR ELSE.

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divine-donna · 10 months

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inquisition companions react to the inquisitor missing half their arm

because bioware didn’t wanna give it to us, i decided i’d just do it myself. (insert thanos meme) even though i am like years late to the hype.

the game is like 9 years old at this point, but spoilers ahead.

do keep in mind this is my own personal interpretation of each character. it may not be accurate to your own interpretations. (also i know leliana is technically not a companion in inquisition but i included her anyways)

cassandra pentaghast

if cassandra could plunge a knife into the heart of solas, she would. she would not let him get away with betraying you and taking the anchor along with your arm. you had basically fallen into her arms when you emerged from the portal and she had to carry you back to halamshiral. for the days you were unconscious, cassandra was anxious and extra prickly. there were many times where cullen would have to talk her down from her anger. even varric did too.

dorian pavus

the first thing he did was crack a joke. the atmosphere was tense and it just slipped out. “i asked you to come back in one piece, not missing one.” safe to say, the other companions did not approve of his joke. dorian was set to return to tevinter after being notified of his new position as a magister, but he delayed the return to his homeland for you. he sat in your room as you lied unconscious, barely breathing, leg anxious bouncing up and down. when you awoke, you were immediately met with a large and tight hug from him. he knocked the air out of your lungs from that.

blackwall

blackwall admires you. in fact, everyone would go so far as to say he adores you. he thinks of you as strong, capable, almost infallible. you closed rifts, you closed the big green tear in the sky, and you defeated corypheus! what couldn’t you do? all your feats proved to him that you were the strongest leader he could ever know. and yet, you were still mortal. you left the eluvians mortally wounded and exhausted beyond belief, your eyelids so heavy and ready to close so you may drift off into the black void of sleep. blackwall would not let you, not until you were taken away to be cared for. you found him sitting besides you, awake and on guard. your mortality was his reminder that you and him were the same, even if your lives appeared to be completely different. and he understood that the world would need a leader like you and that is dangerous.

iron bull

the bull could feel a stronger kinship with you that day. it appears that the both of you lost something. he betrayed the qun for the inquisition, thus losing a part of himself, his people. you lost a literal part of yourself, something you had to come to terms with after having the anchor for two years. to say iron bull was shaken up would be an understatement. he was getting cassandra to hit him with sticks for days on end while you lied unconscious. he wondered what would’ve happened if he was with you, if maybe...he could’ve stopped solas. but reminiscing never did anyone any good.

cole

as much as he wanted to help you, cole couldn’t. he also understood that you wouldn’t accept his help, no matter how much he insisted. so instead, he did the best thing he could do: help tend to your injuries. what was curious was that he could feel very little of your pain. when he felt your pain two years ago after forming the inquisition, it was concentrated in your hand and forearm. with it gone, you felt at peace. the primary source of pain for you had been washed away. perhaps it was a blessing in disguise, he thought.

sera

sera’s immediate reaction is, like dorian, to crack a joke. everyone is used to her eccentricity. but it felt different this time around. while you laid unconscious, recovering from the long battle, she occupied herself. she had to busy her hands and her legs, keep moving, keep her mind busy. because if she sat too still for even a second, then her mind would think about the worst outcome. she would get images of you, dead, because solas had betrayed you, betrayed her, betrayed the inquisition. hell, he betrayed the world! that knob! thinking he knew what was best! sera’s all the more relieved when it’s revealed you survived. she bursts through the door to see you and hug you tightly, complaining about how much you scared her.

varric tethras

in all honesty, varric should’ve been more prepared to expect...well, the unexpected. he had expectations of you coming out unharmed, untouched. obviously, that was not what happened. and he wondered if he was responsible for this. he had been one of the many people to support you as the inquisitor two years ago, suggesting it. he wondered if he made the wrong decision. but also, part of varric was relieved. he lost someone close to him two years ago. he didn’t know if he could handle losing you too.

vivienne de fer

the court would devour tales of the eluvians and how you managed to survive. that was vivienne’s first thought. people would be talking about you for centuries to come, certainly. and yet, she knew in her soul that was not what you would want. she does her best to minimize what rumors spread when you first emerge from the eluvians and help give you privacy. behind closed doors, vivienne checks on your injuries. part of her is amazed that the anchor was removed so cleanly.

josephine montilyet

josephine has seen many things ranging from serious to just plain absurd. when she was alerted that you had returned with many serious injuries, including the loss of half your arm, she sent messages to get the best possible doctors in all of orlais to help attend to you. the woman was definitely stressed beyond belief. but when she wasn’t trying to get everyone from backing off from you or getting people to look at you, josephine was attending to you herself. you awoke to find her wiping some sweat off your face and when she noticed, she muttered about how great andraste was and embraced you tightly.

cullen rutherford

your knight-commander appeared to take the news very well, much to the disapproval of cassandra. but the moment cullen was alone, in private, he flipped a table, causing everything to crash. all he could feel running throughout his body was regret, guilt, and anger. regret and guilt for not having gone with you. he should’ve. because if he did, maybe you would have came back alright. anger directed towards solas because the apostate had betrayed you, the inquisition. and everything you and him had worked towards was going to crumble. all of his hard work, leliana’s, cassandra’s, josephine’s, it’d all be for naught. cullen ends up spending a lot of time alone while you’re unconscious. he prays to andraste and the maker to distract himself from any wandering thoughts going towards lyrium. certainly the new mabari hound he decided to adopt on a whim helps with distractions at least.

leliana

the woman has seen many things in her lifetime, having experienced the fifth blight itself and been part of that fight against the archdemon. still, things aren’t easy when you come back from the eluvians missing half of your arm. even if it goes against all her duties, leliana stays with you until you wake up to make sure you’re alright. you’re the inquisitor after all and it’s vital that you’re still alive.

solas

he’s the one who took it. you think he cares?

in all seriousness, it gave him no pleasure to remove your arm for the anchor. even if his plan was...well, shoddy we should say, the anchor was going to kill you. he had no choice. carrying your hand and forearm around felt heavy. he could carry it just fine but what made it heavy was the burden that came with his plan to tear down the veil and bring doom upon the world in a desperate attempt to bring it back to what it once was. and also, the burden of having harmed you.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #cassandra pentaghast #dorian pavus #blackwall #iron bull #sera dragon age #cole dragon age #cullen rutherford #josephine montilyet #dragon age leliana #solas dragon age #varric tethras #vivienne de fer #x reader #male reader #female reader #gender neutral reader

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lumizwrld · 11 months

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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 🂺

"𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨."

➢ ¡Switch! Ryohei Arisu ♥︎ Black Fem Reader

☕︎ word count ・4.0k

(no cuz there's barely any smuts of him, so I gotta be the one to make some because he's so fine and nobody wanna give him love fr)

⚠︎NSFW WARNING⚠︎

cw ✐ intoxication, shy Arisu taking control of you, fingering, dick sucking, missionary, deprived reader and Arisu, submissive and dominant Arisu, whimpering, dirty talking, riding, overstimulation, teasing, nearly caught, sex in a hot tub, drunk sex

✍︎ Summary = Arisu and you had accompanied a blowout party right before Hatter's death and the 10 of Hearts game, he proposed you both ease and take some time into partying away the night, sipping your desperations away, and soon after you both ending up in a hot tub together. During your time, you both don't speak until the silence is broken, all these emotions end up being confessed, and soon after you find yourself on top of him, confessing a love of desire for each other. ✧

✄ This is literally my first ever smut LMAO but I've spent months trying to articulate this shit and IT'S FINALLY FINISHED. ♡ Sending much love to all who read this and like it #yallfrthebest♡

Tranquility, the littlest ripple of water or even taking the slightest breath would disturb the moment of solitude between Arisu and you.

The pool deserted hours ago, leaving nothing but clutter and the two of you intoxicated. Unwinding in a hot tub, out of sight from the Beach. Nothing but emptiness appeared to run across your minds, speaking not a single word to each other in the past hour but rather the language of eye contact.

How deliberately his eyes had wandered on your frame, tilting his head with parted lips as his arms folded. He kept wondering what ran through your dazed mind, minding the fact of how lethargic you occurred to him. Your inanimate body sat in the same position for the past hour, eyes lost in the waves of the water while running your fingers through the tangles in your hair. Seemingly, at this moment, he had gazed intensely at your beauty, gradually scrutinizing every subtle part of you. He didn't comprehend why he felt so fond of you in this very moment, nor did he comprehend why his body began to erupt with ardor, nonetheless, he just felt so guilty to think of you in such a way. But how was it that this wasn't the first time he had thought of you like this before? How tensive the yearning of attaining a slight touch on your body besides your hands seemed like a wish come true to him, to feel the weight of your body rest on his lap, caressing your hips while you reflected down on him so passionately. Well, even the innocent-looking guys appear to have the heaviest thoughts.

Regardless, Arisu was way too shy of a guy to express any of that to you, considering how close you both were. So there he sat, withering in a lustful pool of desirable intentions of you, rewinding themselves in a constant motion. Curiouser and curiouser he thought, how would you feel if he were to make a slight move on you? What type of feelings did you have for him? Did your feelings fall in unison with his? He sighed, catching your attention accidentally.

“You tired Arisu?” You questioned, a small grin appearing on your face.

“Kind of.” He grinned in unison, “Are you?”

“Yeah, but I like it out here.” You responded, “It's peaceful, but it's been quiet for too long. How about we break the silence, do you know how long has it been since one of us has said anything?”

He chuckled, “I can’t even remember, but break the silence huh? In that case, how do you like it here?” He questioned, resting his elbow on the rim behind him.

“It's a vibe, most of the time. Then again it beats me how after the games everyone can just go back to normal and party as if nothing happened. Somethings up about this place but I can't seem to put my finger on it.” You claimed, embracing the sides of your body as you averted your eyes toward the water and then back to him, “What about you?”

“Yeah, it's the same for me.”

“It's so crazy, I still can't believe you're an executive, it shows how special you are Arisu.” You grinned.

“Heh, special? They only need me for the games, I'm not that important. Why do you think that?” He questioned, tilting his head curiously.

“You're able to figure a game out and win no matter the difficulty, I mean...I'm pretty good at solving games but I tend to have a bit of trouble.” You asserted, watching him smile softly.

“Hey! You're just as smart! Your confidence is what makes you special. Y'know sometimes I can be confident, well- barely most of the time. But with your confidence and how you get right into the game without needing help, it seems as if you don't even need me. Now that's something, I would say, special about you Y/N.” He conversed, slouching forward to you.

You giggled, “Thanks. Honestly, without you, I don't know where I would be.”

“Anytime. I can say the same for you Y/N.” He giggled in unison, gazing at you. “Hey...What are your thoughts right now? I know it's a bit off-topic but I wanna know what goes through your mind?” He uttered in curiosity.

“Well, nothing right now besides the next game.” You responded.

“There has to be something you're thinking about...I-I mean It's okay if you don't wanna talk about it I understand, but we can never just talk and have serious conversations that much, I wanna take this time to understand you more.” He expressed.

“Understand me more? That's so adorable of you to say. I...I really--Well, actually there is something.” You articulated as his eyes glistened, “Recently, I've been having these emotions...About someone. It's not that important but, I wonder what they feel about me.”

“S-Somone?”

“Yeah. I don't know...I’ve been feeling so heavy with keeping this building up inside me.”

He had maintained his breath, wondering, was this feeling towards him? Did she...finally find someone else? Who was this person, and what did she see in them? He brushed his chin, “Can you tell me about them?”

“Well, he’s a nice guy, but that's all I can say.” You grinned.

“Oh…I-I don’t know what to say I-" He stammered, "Do you have an emotional connection with him? How does he treat you? Has he ever made it evident on how he feels toward you?” He questioned, evidently uninterested yet uncomfortable to admit.

“Well, he never admitted it, he preferably holds in his feelings someway like me. However, I can tell he sees something in me…I-I might be wrong but…” You expressed, reflecting your gaze into his. However, he sat there so oblivious. Slowly averting his eyes from yours, he could feel nerves run down his spine as he observed you gradually swimming towards him, “He has to confirm it to me, otherwise, there's nothing else I can say about him.”

“T-Then you're gonna have to speak to him about it...” Arisu stumbled with dilated eyes, “Y/N, w-what are you doing?”

You tilted your head at him, relaxing your hands on his thighs, “Nothing, it's just funny how clueless you can be sometimes.”

“W-What do you mean? Clueless? Me?” He stuttered.

“Arisu, I love how innocent you are,” You emitted, softly giggling as a faint gasp fled his mouth. “You have something, that I never knew I could be so tempted to before. You think I don't know how you feel about me, yet...I see it all over your face.”

“I...I don't understand what you m-mean.” He stuttered as you watched his pale complexion shift.

“I hope you don't find it weird of me but, I hear you every night. Sweat runs down your face as you whine and groan in your sleep. I don't want to be weird but, I tend to observe you once in a while. There have been times I heard my name fly out of your mouth in a way that...Made me feel things at night. I see the way you are with me, that's why I have to be the one to initiate things. You’re so shy yet...You’re so bold with yourself that, you show it to me without even noticing that you're doing it.” You spoke softly, watching his eyes roam all over your face.

“Is…That bad?” He doubted, choking up with surprise.

“It’s adorable, really.”

“I…I-"

“Why are you nervous? Is it because I finally called you out on it?” You giggled as you slowly crept closer to his face.

“Y/N...I-I don’t know what to say I-” He spoke with chuckles in between, concealing his agitated state.

“Confirm it. Confirm those thoughts you have of me, Arisu.” You urged, lust sparkling in your eyes. “Why is that, you being so shy right now is making me feel so needy.” You expressed with your lips scarcely touching his.

“N-Needy? I'm making you needy?” He asked, embracing your arms tightly.

“Is that bad?” You reverted, watching him resist the urge to kiss you.

“N-No! I-I just didn't expect you to be so turned on right now...Y-You didn't have to call me out like that you know? For a second, I-I thought you were talking about someone else.” He doubted.

“I don't know. Maybe I was, maybe I was talking about-” You teased, sensing his hands bind your waist profoundly and arrange you on his lap roughly. “Who? Don't play around now” He asserted, evidently more confident than before, “You can't just take back what you said now can you?”

“Arisu-”

“What's wrong? You can tease me but I can't?” He uttered mischievously, releasing your waist and repositioning his hands on your wrists. “I don't think it would be fair now, would it?”

You deeply sighed, abruptly sensing the pounding of your heart. Surprisingly, he had reverted your energy. You didn't acknowledge how turned on you made him, scrutinizing his eyes satisfy themselves with lust as his breathing heightened. “What are you doing Arisu?” You contested, knowing his intentions with a grin.

“What you want me to do, confirm my feelings to you.” He whispered, seizing a kiss from your lips. He hauled your wrists to his neck, signaling you to grasp him as his hands went about on your waist. His words were assertive, yet, his kisses were subtle and deprived. You felt so vulnerable, sensing his trailing hands up your back towards the string of your bikini top.

“You say I'm bold? Then, let me express these feelings I have for you.” He pleaded, trailing his roaming hands down to your thighs gradually. “Let me show it by pleasing that deprived pussy of yours.”

“I-Arisu-” You whimpered, racing your fingers through the back of his hair.

“Was I too forward? Heh, I'm sorry about that. Do you want me to beg? How about I just beg- let me touch you, let me please.”

“I…I-" You choked, averting your eyes back and forth from his hands to his face.

“Please Y/N…I’ll do anything for you.”

You felt appalled, your pumping heart racing to a burst as you desired to risk it all for him. It was all your fault, teasing him was amusing until he revealed to be so deprived. Apparently, you adored every extent of his pleading.

“I was only teasing, I-I didn't mean to make you so-”

“Turned on? Horny? Eager to fuck you? Awe, but this is what you wanted Y/N.” He pleaded, reaching his face toward your neck “You say it's all over my face but...Your beautiful face says it all as well." He teased, darting his eyes at your adorable flustered face.

“Fuck.” You whined.

He delivered a giggle, fondling your inner thigh. “I know how shy I can be but, you made me think things through with myself and...” He spoke before, drawing aside your bathing suit and gliding his fingers into the folds of your pussy, “At this moment, I'm permitting myself to be confident with you.” You bounded your arms around his neck, feeling his fingers explore your pussy as he kept his eyes on you. Circling your clit gradually, he watched your body squirm slightly, making himself comfortable when he discovered the right spot to attend to.

“Ari-Arisu!" You gasped as his lips seized your neck, leaving kisses and subtle bites all over to overstimulate you. Your breathing became erratic, uncomprehending on whether to respire or moan. However, he carried support with which to focus, picking the momentum up when he caught your struggling state of fixation.

“Awe- keep saying my name beautiful. Your cries, the way how your body responds to my fingers, it's showing me how much you're enjoying this.”

“Stop being so cocky- fuck- please” You whined, bucking your hips as his free hand groped your tender breasts.

“Yeah? But your loving every moment hani, swaying your hips to the rhythm as you make beautiful songs along the lines? If only you could see how gorgeous you look right now Y/N.” He teased as he grasped your chin, seizing another kiss that forced you to moan in his mouth.

(Hani ~ Honey) inspo goes to @usetheeauthor

You could feel his fingers reposition themselves, his thumb this time circling your clit as two fingers began to entreat the entrance of your hymen. At this point, you had given up, permitting himself to stick his fingers all the way inside your needy pussy. His rough fingers, fucking your insides, making you toss your head back, whining his name as he reached closer to watch your reaction, “Yes Mommy, you like that huh? Fucking you like this with my fingers?” Arisu questioned with pleading eyes.

“Mommy?- Fuck- You are enjoying this aren't you-” You moaned in between your words, observing his innocent smile which made you smile in unison. You felt like such a slut at the moment, giggling intently while moaning for him to fuck you faster.

“Is making me feel like a slut turning you on? Is watching me ride your fingers like this while you sit there, make you throb?” You teased, watching his eyes dilate in shock. “You don't think I can’t see how badly you want to touch it?” You giggled.

His head was thrown back by your words, stopping the pace which allowed you to pose next to him. Squeezing your warm body next to his, wrapping your leg around his as your arm wrapped around his head, forcing him to look at you as you slowly trailed your fingers down his chest. This was all a little trap. “I see right through you, catching at all that confidence exposed like that, how I loved every bit of it. However,” You spoke, sensing his heart race, “You will always be a shy guy to me, and I tend to have a weakness for guys who-” You spoke whilst caressing his hardened bulge, “are so shy to even let a word form out of their mouths, Arisu.” You asserted.

“Hah-” He whimpered, with worried eyes and quivering lips as you kissed his cheek.

“You taking control yet, trembling immediately is so hot to me Arisu.” You whispered, reaching your way into his shorts.

“R-Really?” He trembled.

“Oh but yes puppy, so hot to where...I was desiring to fuck you so badly, letting your cum drip out of my pussy."

“Y-Y/N fuck-” He whined, sensing your hands grasp the tip of his dick.

“Yeah, just imagine, my pussy fucking you like this.” You insisted, stroking the tip.

Arisu jerked up instantly, huffing out a moan to the sensitivity while all you could do was giggle and stroke him faster. His tensive body rapidly reacting to your strokes made you torture him even more, whispering lustful lullabies as he could do nothing but whine for help.

“F-Fuck mommy, please don't focus on the tip s-so m-much.” He begged, shoving his head into your shoulder as you fondled faster, hearing his whines all in your ear.

“Awe, but baby you're enjoying this though. I bet if I keep going, keeping all my attention on your tip just like this might make you cum like a good boy huh?”

“Yeah?” He moaned, “You wanna make me cum Mommy?” He moaned again, tossing his head back as you compelled a kiss on his lips. Keeping a fast pace, his face was as red as a rose. Watching him catch his breath as he could feel his essence grow nearer, you could only imagine how hot he would sound when he cums. How could only a little tease from you, end up at this point? How was it that, you both went from sitting across each other with no communication to him begging, whining to cum for you? He wrapped his arm around your waist, signifying how close he seemed to be.

He exhaled deeply, “W-Why am I starting to feel it-”

Your eyes glistened, just hearing those words made you focus even more on his tip. Gradually edging him then giving him a ruined orgasm was your plan, like just imagine, his cum spewing all over your hands as he begged for more, whining to fuck your pretty body and treat you like the fucking slut you were…However, he grasped your hand and stroked it himself at a rapid pace.

“A-Arisu?” You questioned as he attained a kiss, feeling your body maneuver slowly closer to him.

“I-I don't wanna cum y-yet.” He stammered, quitting his strokes. It seemed to be all a blur because, you didn’t imagine yourself looking up at his pretty face while his dick stood tall in yours. You were stunned, feeling your body shiver and your cheeks flush up with warmth. Abruptly how close his dick was towards your lips, you didn’t even expect him to be big since he was skinny compared to you. Sweat was rushing down his face as he caught his breath, looking downward at you so innocently while you slowly grasped him, lips parting until he gently grasped your hair, pushing you closer to the tip.

“Is this what you want?” You spoke whilst subtly leaving kisses.

“Y-You don’t have to…” He stammered.

“You want me to though, you wouldn’t be holding my hair up like that unless you wanted me to-” You spoke, suckling gently.

You watched him struggle to pull the bottom hems of his shirt up, munching down vigorously as your hand trailed up his stomach.

“You’re gonna have to use your big boy words, tell me you want me to-” You teased, licking him as he groaned in his shirt.

“M-Make me cum in your mouth Mommy.“ He whined indistinctly, surveying you to consume him slowly as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. You sensed how hard he was inside your mouth, tasting his surging pre-cum as well as how nervous he seemed to be in this situation. His straining body, veiny hands tightening on the grip of your hair as you mouth fucked his dick sloppily, you knew for a fact he couldn’t think straight at all. You had made full eye contact with him, however, he couldn’t force himself to stop tossing his head backwards from all the pleasure you were tending him, it made you smile because you knew that if he were to keep his pretty eyes on you, this session would last for only a minute utmost.

“Look at me Arisu-“ You demanded, trailing your tongue on his shaft.

“I-I’m trying hani-" He whined, breathing heavily in between words.

“I'm sorry, I got carried away. I just want you to last a little longer okay?-“ You pleaded, suckling the tip again.

“You doing anything will make me cum quicker Mommy.” He whined, “B-But if you want me to last,” He indulged, positioning his hands on your jaw, signaling you to stand up, “Don't put all your attention on me please, I don't want you to sit there unsatisfied.”

“H-Huh?” You startled, feeling his hands grasp yours and then drag you to the rim.

“C-Can you sit on the rim for me?” He questioned, watching you sit for him.

“Arisu? What are you doing?” You questioned as he grasped your thighs gently, spreading them apart and pulling you close to his hips.

“I've never expected this to happen,” He uttered, grasping his dick and slowly entreating the lips of your pussy, “Watching you while you're in pleasure...I-It does something to me Y/N...”

“Arisu-” You moaned, locking your legs around him, “Tell me what you want- don't be nervous please.”

“Let me f-fuck you please, listening to your pretty moans knowing they're from me, watching your pretty face make those expressions that I-I-”

“Love? Then, don't tremble to puppy.” You uttered, feeling his free hand grasp the back of your neck, forcing your upper body closer to his, “I want all of you, give it to me…Ryohei.” You begged.

You watched him throw his head back. It was something that had set him off, your pretty voice begging for him to enter you and the way how you cried out his name. Regardless, you couldn't waste any time, feeling so needy that you penetrated yourself with him. Hearing him moan in unison with you as your eyes averted directly at each other. He whimpered, slowly thrusting himself. How sensitive he became inside your soaking pussy, gripping your neck tighter as you begged him to fuck you profoundly. He completely submitted to you. You couldn't focus on anything in this moment, not even his face, you tried to block out his moans but he pushed you further into a breaking point where you couldn't do anything but respond vigorously, surrounding your arm around his neck, bringing him closer into a sloppy kiss while singing in each other's mouths, increasing his pace inside you.

“S-So aggressive-” You panted, “Keep going my love.” You panted again as you brushed his damp hair away from his beautiful face, wanting to see him in action.

“I wanna see your pretty eyes while you fuck me like this.” You begged, biting your lip as he grasped your neck gently.

“Yeah-Keep talking like that Hani, I love it when you fucking tease me.” He whimpered, struggling to catching his breath, “M-Mommy s-stop squeezing me l-like that.” He whimpered once more, elongating a fuck from his mouth as you marked his neck.

“W-Why? Are you starting to feel it? I'm sorry it's not my fault your s-starting to make me--” You whined, sensing his twitching body strain from exhilaration.

He groaned, pulling you closer, almost picking you up off the rim. “Do it on me please, I want you to please Hani.”

He soon begged you to stretch out your legs for him, arranging his arms to your sides as he slowly thrusted deeper inside you. Watching his face strain with every stroke as you couldn't take the pressure, gradually playing your clit in front of him.

“Oh fuck- l-let me do it, let me do it for you Mommy please.” He begged, shoving your fingers away as his thumb was thrown on your clit, circling you in rhythm with his strokes.

“Ryohei--you're so desperate.” You moaned in anticipation, “S-Stop- I'm starting to feel it--” You stammered, however, he responded with a kiss.

“Do it all over me please hani, be comfortable with me please.” He huffed, pulling away but resting his forehead on yours while gazing into your eyes. “F-F-Fuck-” He exclaimed, “I'm starting to feel it too-”

“Keep going my love, drain yourself into me please, you're doing so good. I want you to give me all of you please puppy.” You begged, seizing your sporadic breaths out your mouth as his tongue instinctively entered.

“Y-You want me to c-cum inside you momma?” He pleaded, sensing an abrupt warmth about to surge out of him. “M-Mommy- I...I feel...it...Y/N.” He whimpered.

“Yeah? You feel it Ryohei?”

“Yeah- I-I feel it Mommy I feel it-”

“Then cum inside me Daddy, please.”

“Ohh fuck- M-Mommy I'm gonna cum I'm gonna-”

“Y/N...I...I love y-”

....

For a second, you thought you had seen things. (That's when you knew, he had fucked your brains out completely.) A beam of light had flickered on his face. As he kissed you again, you kept your eyes open, and that's when it happened again. To make sure you were correct, you turned around to see a flashlight in the far distance...

That's when you shoved him away from you.

What, the absolute, fuck...

“Who the hell is still out here?” A voice spoke, flashing his light on Arisu's face, he covered his eyes from the high beam while you quickly shoved his shaft back into his pants, fixing yourself up afterwards and pretending as if nothing happened. The guy soon flashed his light on you but you couldn't make out who it was until he laughed.

That's when you realized.....

“I would never expected a fuck fest to happen out here now.” The voice spoke, you quickly presided your eyes at Arisu, watching his eyes widen with shock.

“No...N-Niragi?” He stumbled.

Niragi soon made himself visible. He watched you both stand there like complete idiots while he obnoxiously laughed, “What could you both possibly be doing eh? You virgins need to go the fuck to--wait--” He hesitated, taking another look at you both once more.

“What?” You spoke, watching his jaw drop.

“No--No--NO--I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE IT-ARISU-YOU-FUCKED-HER?” He exclaimed as Arisu had glanced at you innocently, “NOW I DIDN'T KNOW YOU COULD HANDLE A WOMAN WITH CURVES.” Niragi exclaimed again.

“Cut the bullshit we weren't doing anything.” Arisu claimed, leading you out the hot tub.

You watched Niragi walk over, scanning you both down as he took a slight whiff, “Bullshit? Oh but I smell nothing but sweat and sex. It’s all over your faces.”

“Don’t go near her.” Arisu claimed, pulling you closer to him as Niragi looked downwards at you with a snarky grin.

“Y/N, tell me, how good was his fucking eh? I don’t know what you see in his loser ass, but I bet if I had my way with you, you wouldn't be standing here so pretty.” He commented, laughing as Arisu stood in front of you.

“She wouldn't go near you at all, what makes you think you can say that bullshit huh? We were just leaving.” Arisu snapped, grasping your hand generously.

“Arisu, oh Arisu, the only thing that was leaving was that cum you've been saving for how long now? Watch yourself, don't make it a habit of fucking in public, unless I'm in it.” He laughed, winking at you then soon after glaring down at Arisu.

“C’mon Arisu, lets go inside now.” You insisted, hauling him away from Niragi.

“Hmph, are you okay?” He questioned.

“Yeah I'm alright. I am so sorry for what I am about to say but--Niragi ate you up with that comeback.” You spoke, covering your mouth as his eyes averted to your face.

“WHAT?”

“I'm sorry!” you giggled, watching his serious face break down into a light grin.

“Because it's you, I'll let it pass. Your mean.” He uttered, lightly pushing you away before grasping you and pulling you in close, “He could've at least waited, I don't feel it anymore...”

“Oh? So what I'm hearing is, your desperate and you still wanna cum huh?”

“NO I-I”

“I'm playing! Sorta.” You giggled, watching his face fluster.

“H-How was I anyways, I feel like I didn't do good enough.” He doubted

“Oh puppy, you were spectacular. However, I still wanna finish you off.” You uttered.

“F-Finish me off?”

“You thought cumming inside me was gonna be it? Oh love, you will always remember how good we fucked, even when I'm not there, I want you to throb every time you think about it.....”

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perictione00 · 6 months

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Oops!...I Did It Again

Ch 3: Hopeless

Pairing: Nanami Kento x reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut, unprotected sex, choking, sort of angry sex, use of curse words, manipulation.

Synopsis: When life was throwing you uncountable curveballs, an unexpected reunion with your high school friend helped you dodge every single one of them. Coping mechanisms leave you both in a complicated situationship. So what happens when one of you ends up catching feelings? The cliche or the unexpected?

Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

Ch 2

It was two years ago that you found out through a cancelled meeting that your dear old classmate was the general manager of the marketing department. And within the same two years, with so much hard work, he climbed up to the position of senior consultant while you kept arranging the schedule of a dickhead who made you work overtime on Fridays.

Once in a while, whenever your intrusive thoughts would take over, you would compare yourself to Nanami Kento. Both of you studied at the same school and had the same college degrees, yet he was doing what he was meant to. You, on the other hand, were not. Years of hard work, and all you're left with is a huge debt and the fear of a low credit score.

In the two years that you spent working your ass off, the only good thing that occurred was your drunken mistake with Kento. Let's just say Nanami Kento has a fat cock, and he knows damn well how to dick you down. It was all you needed. All you needed to forget how pitifully messed up you had become. You wanted to avoid your emotions and keep them at bay, and he was just the right tool to continue procrastinating for as long as possible. It was easier than facing the baggage that you carried; that's what you told yourself. So here you were, spending the weekend at his house yet again.

Another great thing about Kento is that he knows how to cook and is not just a necessity cook but a Gordan Ramsey cook. He was a 10. A proper husband material guy. With a few changes in his social skills, he'd probably have more fans at the office than he already does. You've seen the way his coworkers stare at him, especially the new interns. The way that cute coffee shop worker ogles at his hands and his chest, literally undressing him shamelessly, but you wouldn't blame her because who in their right minds wouldn't? A rich, depressed bachelor with a bomb bod was literally everyone's fantasy. It was also one of the reasons why you got yourself involved with him sexually.

"Here, try this." Kento said as he offered you a plate full of birria tacos. After spending a whole lot of time with him, you've come to know that making food for someone is his way of comforting them. You remember how he used to cook for you after your parents' deaths. He would come by your house every day and make something brilliant out of the left-overs. There were days when he would load your refrigerator with groceries using his pocket money. It was his desperate attempt at saving you, maybe because he couldn't save Haibara. He was afraid that one day he would come to your house only to find you hanging from the ceiling, like he did Haibara.

"Ooooooohh...it goes so well with the chilly oil." You said, closing your eyes, relishing the taste.

There were not many things that gave Nanami a sense of satisfaction, but when you appreciated his food truthfully, his heart would rejoice. For as long as he could remember, he wanted to be a chef. However, like every child, he grew up, and life happened. More like, adulthood exposed him to the nightmare that his daydreams prevented. It was not easy. There was so much competition, and the art itself was very expensive to learn. So it was easier for him to let go of what he once thought was his life than to dream about it. Two roads diverged in a wood, and he simply took the one more traveled by.

Dinner time was always peaceful. The two of you would discuss work or any series that piqued your interest. Sometimes there would be silence. You would clean up later. Nanami cooked, and you cleaned. And while you did the dishes, he would go through Netflix to find something to watch. Having him by your side felt good. He was always there. Just there, when you needed him. You knew his secrets, which were very much similar to yours, but there was no gain in delving deeper into them. As long as another cute coffee shop worker who happens to have a crush on him doesn't pop up, you're fine. It's not hard to keep him to yourself anyway. All it takes is a white lie to turn an interested fish away from the bait.

One moment you were watching a movie holding hands, then slowly grinding your clothed crotch against his in the very next. You were tugging on his hair while he had his head buried in your chest as his hands gripped onto the plush flesh of your hips. You were straining yourself against the urge to gain more friction than the zipper of his pants was already providing. You couldn't help but moan when he started sucking marks on your exposed chest as his hands trailed under your top to unhook your bra. Taking off your top, you pulled him into a suffocating kiss. His tongue rolled around yours as he got rid of his shirt swiftly.

Now, Nanami was the kind to take things slowly. However, the way you kept biting your lips with such desperation and the obvious dampness in his pants had him ripping your shorts apart. Unbuckling his belt quickly, he pushed his pants enough to free his cock, and before he could think, you slid down his length, causing him to groan loudly. He was dazed. Drunk on you, so much so that his mind didn't register that your hands were no longer clutching onto his shoulders but instead your nails were sinking into them. He started thrusting on instinct, each stroke turning more urgent than the last.

You had intended to ride the shit out of him, but you loved it when he took control. The way he latched onto your breasts and teased your clit all the while he continued rutting into you. The way his head dips into your neck, sucking harshly at the skin, fiddling with your nipples, pinching them, or the way he would look down to admire the sticky web he created. He looks so fulfilled when he makes love fucks you.

But the thing is, it's not fulfilling for him. Nanami knows what he signed up for. The relationship is supposed to be strictly sexual; however, his heart longs for more. He wants more of the domesticity you share with him. The simple moments where you spend time with each other, watch things, and experience things together. He wants to express his love for you through his actions, but you are just so blind to his feelings. You never let him in. It's not like he's too stupid to understand your state. He knows that you don't like sharing anymore, that you prioritize money over your health, that you are too proud for your own good, that you will never let anyone see your vulnerable self, that you will never ask for help, that living feels like a burden to you, and that after the incident, you became more like him, hopeless.

Suddenly, these thoughts infuriated him. Why was he incapable of feeling this way for someone else? Why was he peaceful only when he was with you? Why were you the only one who could ignite extreme sparks of emotion in him? Why did he easily fall into this trap—this aching relationship? Why was he looking for you in every person he came across for all these years? Why was it so damn painful to love you?

"Fuck this." His tongue slipped into your mouth as his fingers held your jaw firmly. Lifting your leg with his other hand to stroke deeper and faster, he felt your body arch out of pleasure. Your breath became shaky as a string of gibberish left your mouth. You were squeezing around his cock, grinding on him to meet his thrusts. Wrapping his hand around your neck, he pushed your head into the pillow and started shoveling his dick into you intensely. Your sinful moans, along with your clenching pussy encouraged him to go harder on you.

You felt suffocated in the best way. Writhing under him, you kept pressing your clit hard unrelentingly, demanding more pleasure. You were about to come, but you craved more. "Hah-...come inside, Kento, pl-please, please come inside."

Nanami’s eyes widened; he was close to losing it. His dick twitched at the urgency in your voice as you begged for him to breed you. He went feral, pounding relentlessly into your cunt, eliciting sweet mewls out of you. You pulled him into a kiss as you came. Nanami did not take long to follow after you, filling your pussy to the brim. You clenched around nothing as his cum slowly dripped out of your glistening folds.

"Didn't know you were into choking." You said catching your breath.

Feeling apologetic, Nanami immediately inspected the marks on your neck. "I'm sorry, I should have-"

"Should have what? Ask for my permission?", you chuckled. "I liked this Kento. I like it when you use me, you know. I like it when you fuck me like you hate me."

Ch 4

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ladysirenity23 · 2 years

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Cult!Genshin x reader

Sagau pt.1 Khaenri'ah

Warnings: cult behavior, obsessive thoughts, religion, spoilers,

Lumine

One of your very first followers. though the land of Khaenri'ah need not praise any God for they are the ones who nourished the land without such divine, however to her you were different

The Creator, you were the one who placed Lumine in Teyvat to lead Khaenri'ah, she was supposed to stay forever in this world

No, She wasn't mad that you never had shown your divine presence during the Cataclysm, in fact she thinks it was all supposed to happen eventually!now.. she has a reason to take down Celestia and bring you to their side

Til then, her faith in you will not waver, even in her most darkest moments in the abyss she will be awaiting for your presence to shine bright as the false sun of Enkanomiya

Albedo

He was the one tasked to create you a separate vessel(on when you ever decide to roam Teyvat with all by your lonesome)

Though at first, he never did grasp the reason why beings on the lands all over the globe of Teyvat seemed to worship you endlessly

Rhinedottir-his master always would continuously teach him what you were to Teyvat.But she would always end up gushing and forgetting what she was supposed to be teaching him

Questions will be left unanswered and as expected, would make Albedo more curious.He would ask everyone again and again til he would get the perfect answer

Yet no perfect answer was heard, he'd sigh and instead stay here with his master leaving the questions behind his mind for a while as he found himself with some sort of a fondness by the slight feeling of your presence peering over the clouds

He found art that was supposed to depict on what your appearance would be like, he found them amusing tho he himself also can't help but imagine how divinely you would look and feel.Even so, those statues, paintings, and stories don't do you any justice compared to what you have given to the world of Teyvat

With that he needed to show his devotion by making this now sacred vessel, perfect

more so than him--no than any Celestial being the Archons might have made

He shouldn't compare such things below you,and when the time comes

Albedo prays quietly that a deity such as yourself would grace this vessel that he made by possessing it as your own

Kaeya

He heard of you through his time spent in Khaenri'ah, and now in his time he was in Mondstadt

He believes in you, but is more than a tad bit sour that you never appeared and stopped the fall of his former homeland--his faith in you stopped for a while, but he remembered something!He would have never met Diluc and the others if it never happened

Kaeya was now at least less spiteful towards you after the thoughts of the positive things that happened to him after all it was meant to happen and to add to that!

you were literally the only subject that he could discuss with Diluc without either of them starting some sort of fight so with that, he should feel thankful to be at last being able to talk with his adoptive brother in the first time in years

when he felt a familiar divinely presence inside the traveler he felt envious that he wasn't your first choice of a vessel

But the feeling of jealousy soon dispersed when you finally used him to fight everything that you desired to kill

Now however you were having a walk with him, no bloodshed you just lead him to a peaceful morning over the cliff overlooking Mondstadt at its whole

He would have laughed,assuming you always have killing the first thing that comes into your mind every time you decide to use any of your acolytes early in the morning

But he was proved wrong, for this morning.. you were simply walking with him, not a single drop of blood was shed by in his hands, for you just lead him to a peaceful morning breeze on top of a cliff, overlooking Mondstadt at its whole

The city of freedom never looked this beautiful before, and now he selfishly wishes that instead of you being inside him--He wanted you and him,witnessing the region's sight hand-in-hand

Wouldn't it be a more beautiful experience if you were actually present in his side

Aether

When Aether first entered into Teyvat.He wasn't aware there would be a being that was far more greater than Celestia themselves, til his body had been moving by its own

He thought he was going crazy, but Paimon also seemed to have felt your presence since she also talks to you as if you were a separate entity when inside his or another person's body.So he calmed down happy to know he wasn't going insane.

It was uncomfortable at first, but soon found it reassuring after knowing that you were leading him towards his sister to whom he'd lost

the times where you left his body made him a a bit relaxed for a while, but missed you once it took too long for you to come back

After finding out you had a body specifically made for you from Albedo , he felt a bit sad

but at the same time happy that he'd get to finally experience things with you as another being that could finally respond to his short stupid ramblings and comfort him with the warmth of your own arms

Dainsleif

The man who always kept to himself not bothering with anyone unless it's to track information about the infamous abyss order

But he was also the man who protected your perfect vessel safe from the cruel beings out there(he won't admit it, but he holds so much pride on the job given to him)

Even though he held some sort of past grudge towards you, he soon found out that it would solve nothing

So instead to just making you an exception, he silently fell in love with the thought of you showing him first hand what divinities you held

And once his mission is done, he would also like it to be able to finally achieve peace and enjoy the rest of his life with you

But.. he doesn't deserve to be even near your presence Dainslief would say to himself shaking his head of the any of the remaining selfish daydreams

But he can't help but wonder, you know?Not when he finally feels your presence for the first time in forever through the traveler

He was reluctant at first to give your physical body to the traveler, but he did as told when he thought of the things he could do with you

With the thoughts plaguing his mind he instantly gave it, Dainslief's eyes could be seen flashing at you with happiness once he could see the slight twitch of your fingers before waking up

Like the first time a singular perfect Inteyvat bloomed, you finally woke up

---

"'New quest!' Enter the creator's physical body as Dainslief instructed you to!"

You didn't really hadn't thought of anything when looking at the sudden popup ,you shrug thinking it was just an extra part of the Archon quest.

After pressing the 'interact' button you felt as if your world was suddenly spinning,

you collapse towards the floor as your phone dropping could be the last thing you heard afterwards

You awake feeling nauseated before your eyes widen open at the sight of the characters of a game you were playing just a moment ago the ivory haired male gave you his hands for you to grab on, his turquoise eyes softening at the hesitation in your own orbs that reflected his

You didn't know if it was shock or fear that immobilised your body, but all you knew at this very moment is that..

"At last.. you have finally arrived oh who is most divine!" almost instantly Dainslief loudly praised at you, while securely grabbing you by your forearm

You weren't in the comfort of your home anymore

Pierro

Even from the cold winter mornings of Snezhnaya,news of the ' o!almighty Creator descending our world'started to spread all over Teyvat like wildfire

Pierro couldn't feel more than delighted to hear the news of your arrival with your own vessel

he knew very well he didn't make your physical body--it was still a product from his fallen homeland

So with pride he held on to his Khaenri'ahan heritage, the only thing he could silently show off to the youngest of the harbingers

Though the Cataclysm gave him a bit of a strain in his faith in you, he came to a conclusion that sacrifices were made and you were here now in the present roaming around the world of Teyvat

Now he just has to await his turn on being a candidate to be your acolyte and when that happens he wouldn't mind killing off anyone that came in front of your way or (if ever) sacrifice himself for your own divinely goals

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guxciestone · 1 year

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— WHY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ❞

(pick a card reading)

🌷✧

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ㅤㅤ༉‧₊˚.

i want to let you know that you are loved and cared for even if it doesn’t seem that way in your life right now. you are beautiful/handsome, capable, important, and worthy; and you are and will always be destined for great things because that’s the reason why we have been put here. i might not know you, but i just know i would adore you if i did 🤍😊

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I admire how witty and intelligent you are! Honestly, I feel you are always on top of things. You might get good grades in school, focused on your work/aspirations, or is an overachiever. You are truly someone who is meant for big things, and I pray and hope nothing or no one gets in your way. I literally look up to you; and If I ever met you, I would be so inspired because I need to step my game up, lol. You would be that one friend I would come to when I need to get things done. You might be someone who is brutally honest and always trying to improve yourself. You’re a warrior and you don’t play games! However, I would feel pity for you because you seem like a strong-minded and determined person, but you could struggle with perfectionism. You might get down on yourself from time to time for not doing much. You may be too focused on working on yourself to realize that people already love you for who you are and what you accomplish is just the cherry on top as to why we adore you. I just want to tell you right now that you most likely do more than enough. You are an excellent and already successful girl/boy, and I want you to remind yourself that. You don’t need to go above and beyond to prove yourself. I love you, and I hope you recognize that you deserve everything without doing everything :) On the positive note, I love that you have high standards for yourself, and you cannot accept nothing less because you want the best for yourself and your wellbeing. You might know how to walk away from toxic friendships/relationships, and you have outstanding self-worth (I really need you to be my hype man/woman please lol) I just want you to stop believing that everyone is coming out to get you and don’t have the best intentions. Because there are people out there who want to be your friend, lover, or someone who looks after you. You just need to stop holding up walls and let people in from time to time. It’s not a competition. You’ve proved yourself enough. I love the pride you hold and how you gain your confidence from your independence and handling your own. You are truly someone that people strive to be, whether you think that way or not.

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I just love how you never forget about the people who loved, cared, and changed for you the most and vice versa. You carry yourself in a meaningful way. I like how you always love giving gifts to people, whether it be handmade or bought—I love how gift giving is your love language. I might not like necessarily how you came from a childhood in where you didn’t have anyone to call “family”, but I adore how you understand the feeling to the point where you are always there for the people who have been through the same. I love how you created your home by finding your soul group, or you crave and strive to create that home. You work so hard for the people you care about, you almost tire yourself from doing so. I want you to know that it is okay to rest, and there is balance even in being productive. I love how you always strive to maintain peace and you try your best to avoid conflict. You are always willing to make friends and connections because that’s the very thing you are grateful for. I’m literally so enlightened and empowered by your pioneer and passionate personality, like I just know you are a ride-or-die type of person! You’re so supportive, you might even save up money for your loved ones if you can. I admire how you are building towards your future of security, warmth, and happiness because I know you will achieve it soon. I can’t wait to see you with your desired friend group, home, partner, or children. I wish nothing but the absolute best for you! You’re a delight to have as a loved one. Make sure you nurture yourself once in while though lovely. I swear your deserve it after all you’ve been through and done for others. And release your past so you can be ready for your amazing future. All love :)

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I love how you aren’t judgmental and critical of others. You’re the type to say “if you don’t have nothing nice to say, then don’t saying nothing at all.” You have enough empathy to understand that not everyone have it like everyone else, or you just don’t see the reason as to why you should judge someone for something they cannot control, and I literally adore you for that. Seriously. It’s so rare nowadays, especially in this generation, to have someone like you. You’re sensitive—you are aware of how powerful your words and actions are, and you make sure to not hurt anybody’s feelings in the process. I love how you are someone that loves “killing people with kindness”, you are a lover, not a fighter! (I’m trying to follow your mindset, for real) I feel you are this way because you might’ve been bullied, ostracized, or criticized a lot in school or in your childhood. You might have not recovered from that and you feel like a victim sometimes. I’m sorry you feel that way, and I want to let you know that it is okay to stand your ground. You are an angel on earth, and don’t let anything or ANYONE—especially anyone—make you feel you are too emotional or childish. Those people don’t deserve you if that’s the case. True people who care about you would savor your kindness and softness. I love how creative and imaginative you are, and I hope you go after your passions whether that be art, design, music, or anything else. Don’t let others influence you and how you feel about yourself because you are magnificent, and I love how you want to donate to charity and be a humanitarian! (For one or two of you: Let go of your toxic family or friends. They are only making you feel worse. You don’t deserve that type of energy, come on, you’re worth more. Know that, please.) Don’t be afraid to be assertive and stand up for yourself, you deserve to set boundaries and have needs/wants. Declare it, okay? I want you to feel great about yourself because you should.

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I love how radiant and extroverted you are! I feel like I would love being around you in social events because you are open to making friends with anybody and everybody and you don’t judge others off of their social status, personalities, hobbies, or whatever. You’re just here to have a good time. I feel like you would make me feel 10x more happier when I come around you. I admire how motivational and aspirational you are, always trying to shed light on people’s accomplishments and encourage others to do more for themselves (Oh yeah, I definitely need you around lol) You don’t like being around bad vibes and you’ll make this clear. I love your humor so much, like you always funnily try to gas people up and it’s hilarious. Always putting a smile on everyone’s face. I look up to how you aren’t afraid to express yourself and explore yourself in any way that may be. You’re unapologetically doing you, and you don’t mind being a lone wolf. You also seem very forgiving and you don’t have bad blood with anyone even if they have an issue with you (Unbothered king/queen) You’ve been in ruts before and you try to not take anything seriously to not get in that type of energy again. I love that about you and I aspire to be like you honestly lol. I also like how you seem in control of yourself. Like you know you are the creator of your own reality, so you are going to make your life into something. You know that everything is going to go your way either way it goes, and I really want that type of confidence haha <3 I hope you achieve your biggest of dreams :D

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rubendiasthoughts · 9 months

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Hello! So this is my take on how Ruben would be like with a pregnant reader. I honestly enjoyed writing this so much, I was literally crying thinking about how beautiful this experience would be with him 😢🥺 Thank you to the person who suggested it, I hope you like how it came out!

Ruben Dias as a dad to be - headcanon:

-So to be honest I think being pregnant with Ruben would be a planned thing. Just because I think that he is such a responisble guy and he just takes things seriously. So i think first he would want to wife you up and then maybe have some time just for the two of you to enjoy your marriage. And then when you two were ready you would start trying for a baby. Do you know the video in which he says that for him football is a way of preparing to have a family one day? Like that to me just screams such a responisble man and it's so hot for some reason. (Also just imagine all the baby making, that would be soo hot 🥵- maybe I will write something about that too?)

- But the moment you tell him that you are pregnant he would be sooo happy. I imagine it like this: you take the test when he is in training and you are so happy when you see that it is positive and you literally can't wait to tell Ruben. So you would plan this little thing: cook his favourite dinner for him, get all dolled up for him, do your makeup all pretty, wear his favourite dress of yours, favourite perfume. So when he comes home he already knows something is up. After he greets you with a hug and a sweet kiss he asks "what's the occasion angel?" and you're like "oh, it's nothing, just wanted to do something nice for you". And he would be like " Thank you baby, you look so pretty". So you serve the dinner and you eat, you are having a nice conversation, he is telling you all about his day and their preparations for the next match. After you're done eating you move the plates to the sink and than you go back to the table and you take a seat on his lap and you say "I wanted to tell you something" and he gives you a curious look. "I'm pregnant, you're gonna be a daddy" you tell him with tears in your eyes. And at first he is a little bit shocked but within a second the biggest smile comes onto his face and he asks "for real?". You just nod, tears already streaming down your face from happiness. He captures your lips in the sweetest kiss and then gives you the biggest hug. You spend the rest of the evening cuddling on the couch, he is giving you little kisses, his hand keeps wandering to your stomach, caressing it gently and you two are talking about your baby and the family you are about to start together. The evening is absolutely perfect, full of love and little giggles.

- I love the idea of him gifting you a necklace that says "mama" after you tell him about your pregnancy. That would be so cute.

-I think at first you would be kind of private about it, so you would wait a little bit with announcing it to the world. You two would probably post something once you actually start to showing and your bump gets harder to hide. But you would share the news with the people you love, your family, friends way sooner. I think he would be so excited to tell his parents, his brother, friends, his teammates, your family and friends. He'd be such a proud dad (to be 😂) while you two were receiving congratulations from everyone.

-If you thought he was protective of you before you were pregnant you were wrong. Once you are pregnant he isn't letting you out of his sight when you two are out, he always wants to be touching you, keeps you close to him. If you two are out and there is a lot of fans and people around, and they are getting too close to you for his liking he would have this angry look in his eye and he would try to get you out of there as quick as possible. And once he does and he looks at you his eyes are all soft again and he's just at peace because he knows you are all safe now.

- I am convinced that some people on the internet would be suspicious of what's going on even before you two officially announce it, because they see the way Ruben acts around you. Maybe there would be a picture of Ruben putting his hand on your stomach when you two are out, and he does that out of a habit, without even thinking about it. But it would definitely make people wonder.

- He would be so in awe of you when you're pregnant. He always loved to compliment you, but once you get pregnant it's just on another level. He adores how you dress up in all your cute dresses and outfits and how adorable your bump looks in them. Constantly telling you how beautiful you look carrying his baby. But also he would be reminding you how strong and incredible he thinks you are for literally growing a small human being inside your body any chance he gets. He would be so thankful for you making him a daddy and he would make sure to let you know 🥺 He would tell you how kind and compassionate and caring he thinks you are and how he thinks you will be the best mom because of that.

- He would do anything to keep you happy at all times. He'd go out in the late evenings to the supermarket if you're having some weird craving. He would massage your feet if they were hurting. He would be randomly bringing you flowers when he comes back home from training.

- He would also get extra serious about making sure you are staying hydrated and giving your body enough nutrition. He would love to cook for you, telling you he just wants to take care of you and his baby.

-When it's getting close to your due date you two would set up the baby room. And just imagine this - you are leaning against the doorframe watching him shirtless, just wearing some sweats, sitting on the floor putting together furniture for the baby. He would help you choose the color palette and you two would go out shopping together for things for the baby. He would get absolutely anything you want, if you just point at something and say you think it's cute there is no way he's not getting that.

- He would definitely read books about newborns, and becoming parents and all that stuff. And you two would talk about it, telling each other about the things you have read and learnt. He just wants to be the best dad so he would try to get as educated as he possibly can.

- He would adore your bump. He would be caressing it, kissing it, talking to it. He gets even more obsessed with touching your belly once the baby starts kicking. You would definitely make the joke how they will be a footballer just like their daddy.

- He would try his best to go to all your appointments with you, he would be holding your hand, listening carefully to what the doctor says to make sure he knows how to take care of you the best he can. Can you imagine the appointment during which you hear your baby's heartbeat for the first time. He would be absolutely beaming, gently wiping tears of happiness off of your face, giving you a little kiss on your forehead. He would definitely keep the sonogram in his wallet and best believe he is showing it off to everyone.

- I think looking for baby names with him would be so much fun! He would have so many ideas. Maybe he would even make a list where you guys can write your suggestions and he would put it up on the fridge so whenever either of you have a new idea you can just add it there. And you two would totally have conversations about the baby names on the evenings.

- I mentioned how he wouldn't let you carry things in the soft dom headcanons. But once you are pregnant he is so extra about that. There is literally no arguing with him on this one. If there is anything you need to do around the house that would require lifting anything he is doing it when he's back home for training. He can't have his girl doing that stuff.

- If one of your symptoms was morning sickness he would be so sweet, holding your hair back for you, caressing your back.

- If your back is hurting or you are experiencing any kind of symptoms that would make you uncomfortable he would be so soft for you. Cuddling with you, getting you everything you need, telling you how he wishes he could take your pain away.

- If there was some sort of celebration or a party with other man city guys and you are too far along and decide you can't go, because it would be too much for you at that stage, he would either stay home with you or go just for a little while and come back early. Even though you ensure him you have no problem with him going and telling him how you think he should have fun and enjoy himself.

-Whenever you're feeling needy for him he would make love to you in the sweetest way. I think at first you would usually opt for missionary. But when your bump gets bigger and it's kind of getting in the way he would love to do it while spooning you. He would be so gentle with you, careful not to hurt you. Kissing you, touching you so gently, his words so sweet and loving. He would absolutely worship your body and show you how grateful he is to you for carrying his baby.

-Overall, Ruben would be the perfect partner to go through pregnancy with. Even if it was a hard time for you he would make it all worth it in the end.

Okay, this is it for now, thank you so much for reading and thank you for your support on my previous posts, you are all so kind! ❤ As always, feedback is totally welcomed 🥰

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ilguna · 10 months

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☼ utterly irresistible pt2 (Finnick Odair) ☼

summary; Finnick tries to help you after the fog, and you don't take that lightly.

warnings; swearing, gore, death, death mention.

wc; 3.2k

part one

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The warmth of the arena has you stuck in a purgatory hell between being drowsy but far too hot to fall asleep comfortably.

You started off in the hut that Finnick made with Mags out of the jungle’s leaves. They weaved them to make mats, and then put the mats together. It was nice to be sheltered, partially hidden, and knowing that you were surrounded by other people that would jump at the first sign of danger to protect not only themselves, but you too.

You couldn’t sleep, though.

You kept yawning and rolling over, going back and forth between your sides. As a last resort, you tried laying flat on your back, and even on your stomach for a good period of time. The more time ticked on, it got too hot to stay inside of the hut because of the four bodies that occupied it. So, you chose to leave to hopefully get a better feeling on the outside.

It’s not much better out here. At the very least, you’re not sweating two times more than you were before.

The lightning storm is far louder out here, though. It was more muffled through the thick mats. If the thunder wasn’t so unpredictable, you think you’d be able to fall asleep to the storm. You couldn’t, though, not with the ground shaking with every hard strike.

You’ve decided to sit with Katniss on the rock that overlooks the small clearing, with your backs to the forcefield. If there’s one thing that you learned today, it’s that it’s vital to pay attention to what's going on ahead of you. Peeta swung his machete straight into the forcefield earlier, and had to be resurrected by Finnick.

It was the scariest minute of your life, because Peeta’s life was literally in the hands of Finnick. And if he failed, then that could cost the entire alliance, and the plan that everyone’s worked hard to come to terms with. Thankfully, he could save Peeta. You’re not the only one that noticed he wasn’t at his full self after, which means there’s a possibility that there was some damage done.

You yawn again, head rolling back as you close your eyes. If you were anywhere else, you think that you’d be able to fall asleep in this position, in this peaceful state of mind. It’s got to be the arena that’s fucking with you. You can’t think of any other reason why you can’t sleep.

You don’t feel worried about being safe, you don’t think.

Although, it very well could be subconscious. The thought of the careers still being alive resonates in the back of your mind. Cashmere’s got to be out here somewhere, hunting around in the jungle for you with her brother, and the Two tributes. It’d be better for her to find you first, rather than the other way around. She’d have the upper hand, and be able to decide on how she wants to attack and control the situation.

It’s what you would do. It’s what you should be doing right now. You should be trying to find where they’re located and if they’re injured from the bloodbath. They’ve matured further, and they’ve had more time to train for this type of terrain. That doesn’t mean that one of the other tributes couldn’t have gotten them in a vital spot before they died.

You sit up from the rock, getting to your feet.

“What is it?” Katniss whispers.

You shake your head, “Nothing.”

IF you can’t sleep, you need to be awake and moving instead. You’re going to be exhausted later either way, pretending to rest is going to do more harm than good. It’s like a bad night’s sleep, sometimes just staying up is better all around. If you tire yourself out, the next time you go to lay down, you have a better chance at sleeping.

You play with one of the throwing stars as you walk around camp, weaving in between trees. Katniss is on alert for the first few minutes, possibly thinking you’re lying and you’ve heard something. When she realizes that you’re just patrolling, she sits back, continuing to survey the trees.

You’d tell her to sleep, but she’s not going to agree.

Whether she knows it or not, she’s in safer hands with you, than she is necessarily with Finnick. The two of you have the same ultimate goal to keep her and Peeta alive until they can rescue you out of the arena, of course. However, where as you wiped out the career pack in the matter of a couple days, he worked with them until they saw his danger.

The difference is that he gives his opponent a taste of what they’re going to be in for, and you don’t have time for playing games.

You can admit that you do admire Finnick in other areas. He’s a loyal ally and a very quick problem solver. You don’t think you’ve seen anyone on their feet ready for action faster than he can be. That’s why you agreed to be in an alliance with him. Not because you want him to flirt with you, but because you can trust him with your life.

You spend the next hour pacing the trees, keeping an eye on Katniss and the hut. The lightning storm stops abruptly, and is followed by the gentle patter of rain nearby, giving you hope that it’ll travel in this direction sometime soon. If there’s enough of it, maybe it’ll lead you to a river or a pond in the morning.

It’s not too long before you find Katniss asleep against the rock, bow and arrow in her hand. You knew it was going to be a matter of time. When there’s an experienced set of eyes watching, it’s hard not to let your guard down, even if it’s just got a little bit.

You think that it would be a perfect time to go down to the water and try to find any strays, when a cannon interrupts your train of thought.

You stop moving, waiting for more to follow. This is an odd time for someone to be dying.

The silence begins to eat away at you from the inside out, you can feel the anxiousness bubbling in your stomach. Was it the careers that came across someone? If so, did they opt for killing them in their sleep or were they not able to defend themselves because they were surrounded?

You turn your head to check on Katniss, and find that she’s wide awake and just as freaked out as you are. You can feel the goosebumps cross your arms, rain ceasing in the distance.

This isn’t right.

You follow Katniss’ line of sight, which has shifted to a milky white fog, slowly coming in your direction from where the sound of rain had been coming from. It’s a long and unbreaking line, crawling across the ground like waves on the sea. There’s a pattern amidst it. It’s hard to miss, when you’re not looking for it.

“Hey,” You bein, backing away from the fog, “Katniss—”

A sweet odor, one that you’ve smelt in a Capitol candy shop, hits you as the fog grows closer. You wince at the intense smell, a headache beginning to form.

Katniss is on her feet in an instant. “Run!” She screams.

You jerk away from the fog a little too late. An intense burning sensation takes over the tip of your fingers first, eating all the way up until the middle of your forearm. A thousand tiny needles jabbing into your skin at the same time.

You let out a hiss, gripping your arm.

“Run!” She screams again.

Finnick appears out of the hut, hair strewn in every direction, trident in his hand, prepared for a fight. It takes him less than a second to figure out what’s going on, pulling a sleepy Mags onto his back and running in the other direction. Peeta doesn’t move as quickly, a sign that the forefield has affected him more than he’s let on. You struggle to pull him to his feet with Katniss.

You follow after Finnick, struggling to keep up with the pace that he’s setting. With Mags on his back, it’s got to be slowing him down some, but he must’ve been ready for moments like this, because he’s hardly breaking a sweat. Much less, hesitating about where to put his feet.

While he’s leading, he’s pointing out every root and low branch on the way down, anticipating that you’re not paying attention to the ground. What he doesn’t know is that you’ve run through much worse underbrush in District Eleven. It’s only a few minutes before you’ve passed him, and show no sign of slowing down.

For you, it’s always been harder going downhill instead of up. You’re prone to falling downhill while running. All it takes is one misstep, and you can be sent flying down. From there, the only thing that’s stopping you is a tree or a rock that gets in the way. If you’re going uphill, you have more of an opportunity to save yourself.

You suppose this is all common sense. You just need something to rationalize while running from death.

You stop to catch your breath, heavily panting as the stars begin to eat away at your vision from the lightheadedness. You lean on a tree for support, and find that Finnick and Mags are not too far behind you, but Katniss and Peeta are playing with fire with how close they are to the fog. Every step they take, the fog takes two times the distance.

When you glance around you, you see that the fog is closing in from all sides, except for the bottom. One small path that’ll be impossible for you all to get through unscathed.

You watch in horror as Peeta’s leg catches in a snarl of vines. The two of them get dragged to the ground, Katniss is in his face asking questions, trying to get him to cooperate. She jerks back, eyes wide.

Finnick stops nearby, looking back to see what you’re looking at. Katniss suddenly yanks at Peeta to get him to his feet, causing him to stumble. Her arms have begun to twitch at her sides, and she’s freaked out because of it.

“I’ll have to carry him.” Finnick tells you, letting Mags down. “You can take her, can’t you?”

“Yes.” You push him to get him moving. “Go.”

“Good girl.” He breathes, leaving you there to gape after him.

It takes Mags tugging at your wetsuit for you to remember to crouch down. She wraps her arms around your shoulders the same way she does with Finnick. You get to your feet with no problem, because Mags really is as light as she looks. You wheel yourself around to check on them.

Finnick has taken the burden of Peeta entirely by pulling him across his shoulders. Katniss is coming in your direction, and she’s not wasting any more time.

“To the water, (Y/n)!” Finnick huffs, you give him a sturdy nod before you begin to go back down the hill, leading the way.

You take a very specific diagonal path that’ll lead you straight to the beach if there’s no more problems. You do your best to keep from steering them straight into the fog, but its uniformity has turned sporadic in the way that it moves. The Gamemakers would like nothing more than to take a life right now, which means they’ll cheat at their own game to do it.

You go to take a step down the hill, ready for the hard impact from Mags’ extra weight, but you miss the fact that there’s a rock, which turns your ankle. You let out a cry as you slip to the ground, managing to catch Mags before she takes a hard impact. She gets off you, waiting while you inspect the damage as quickly as you can afford to. No bone sticking out of your skin means that you’ll survive.

Katniss passes you, continuing down the hill. As you’re getting to your feet, trying to put weight on the ankle, you’re met with shooting pains. You motion for Mags to get back on you, gritting your teeth.

“What happened?” Finnick asks, stopping by you. He’s eyeing over your body, trying to figure out what went wrong.

“Go, don’t worry about me.” You tell him, “Keep going, you have more weight than I do.”

Finnick reluctantly listens, going at the same pace he did before he stopped. The pain is unbearable, tears spring into your eyes immediately. You want to drop Mags off and beg her to make it down to the beach on her own, but you know that’s not possible. You hold your breath, continuing down the slope, barely going the same speed as you were before.

The fog has caught up to you, this time wrapping its tendrils around your ankles and yanking, trying to make you fall forward. The pain works its way up to your knees, almost buckling twice. You’re reminded that if you’re feeling this pain, then there’s no telling what Mags is getting from it. And she’s not going to voice her complaints.

You push harder.

“(Y/n)?” Finnick calls.

“I’m coming!” You shout back, struggling to get your feet to cooperate.

It’s something with the fog, it’s taking over your muscles and making them move in weird bursts. It’s what happened with Katniss, and now you’re getting it in your arms and legs, too.

You refuse to die this way. The sweat is pouring off your face in waves so bad that it’s blinding you, and you alternate between eyes to see. You can feel your hair sticking to your skin, and no matter how many times you try to flick it out of your face, it never moves. With every step you take, more damage is done to your ankle.

Mags has become a deadweight on your back, leaning her entire body onto you like she’s the shell of an insect. For a moment, you’re terrified that you’ve killed her, but through the nauseating and distracting smell of the fog, a singular thought tells you that a cannon would’ve gone off if that were the case. There’s still hope.

You let out a sob through your teeth when your foot hits loose dirt, making you slide a few inches, stumbling to catch your footing.

Finnick collapses with Peeta only a matter of feet ahead of you, and he doesn’t move a muscle to get up. Katniss barrels right through them, foot getting caught on an arm, sending her sprawling in the dirt.

The fog takes one more bite at you before letting you leave. Your knees buckle, a searing pain seizing your ankle as you hit the ground. Mags falls too, but you’re not worried about her. You can’t breathe, you can’t feel your arms and legs.

You settle your head against the ground, terrified that the fog has paralyzed you, until your eyelids become too heavy to keep open, despite the pain that’s ripping you apart inside. You’re probably dying instead, and at this point, you think you welcome it.

You can hear Finnick let out a goran, and then his hand grabs onto your calf, pain spirals up into your thigh, “(Y/n)?”

Katniss croaks out a long noise, and then says: “It’s stopped.”

You don’t have the energy to look, or respond. All you can do through the haze is hope that she’s talking about the fog.

There’s silence that follows, the sound of your ragged breathing is what fills your ears. There’s a brief rustling, where you must fall asleep during, because the next thing you know, you’re being jerked upright, and the pain in your body is resurfacing. It’s blinding.

You let out a cry, eyes open as you go to beat away whatever it is that’s moving you from the bliss.

It’s Finnick, he narrowly dodges your hand, watching you intensely for any other reaction.

“Let go of me.” You try to push him off.

He’s got one arm beneath your knees, and the other wrapped around your back, clearly wanting to pick you up. Except, you know this will be worse than the fog itself. You can’t let this happen.

His bronze hair is flat on his head, dripping water off the ends. His skin is red, like he’s rubbing it raw, but he doesn’t seem to be in any pain. “I’m going to help you.”

“I’m fine.”

“The water will pull the poison from your skin. It hurts at first, but you’ll feel better after, I promise.”

You shake your head, “I can go myself.”

“You couldn’t even drag yourself to the beach, (Y/n). Even Mags managed to get there.” He begins to lift you up, carefully this time to minimize the pain.

His efforts don’t make that much of a difference. You can’t hold back the tears when they appear, holding your breath as he walks you out of the jungle and onto the beach.

“Hold on, (Y/n).” He murmurs, your head rolls to the side.

Peeta and Mags are sitting together in the water, rubbing their skin. You’re not sure where Katniss is, maybe somewhere in the jungle?

“We’ll work through it slowly.” Finnick tells you, lowering you onto the sand, “We can’t stop once we’ve started.”

You let out a sob, struggling to get air. A second later, you sharply inhale to avoid screaming, hand grabbing Finnick’s shoulder tightly. The water has lapped over your ankles, up to your knees. The twisted ankle is bad enough, the water and the fog’s poison makes it so much worse.

“Breathe.” Finnick says.

Ink splotches steal your vision, needles turning to open flame, as if they’ve poured gasoline over your body and lit the match. You’re going to die if you continue through this, but you can’t move.

Finnick pulls you upward to sit, trying to force you to stay awake.

“Come on, (Y/n). You’re doing good, we’re almost done with your legs.” He looks up, “Katniss, will you help me?”

“Yeah.”

Katniss unbuckles the purple belt, tossing it away from the three of you. Finnick leans you forward, unzipping the back of your suit. You don’t register this at first, too focused on the weird angle your foot is sitting at. It isn’t until you can feel his hands trying to pull you out, do you realize what he’s doing.

You elbow Finnick to get him off, and when that doesn’t work, you shove him away with a stiff arm, glaring.

“We have to take the suit off.”

“Go.” You tell him, turning away.

“(Y/n), you really—”

“Finnick, I know you’re doing this just to fuck with me.” You snap, “So I’ll have Katniss help me, and you can just go be with Mags.”

Finnick lets out a sigh, getting to his feet and throwing his hands up.

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Hey I gotta say, first of all, your introduction and how you explained that the community's friendliness and overall support of one another is what made you decide to make this blog is so gorgeous and honestly made me smile! I would like to be one of the first to welcome you! Could I possibly request some Sanji x gn reader headcanons? Could be random relationship headcanons or whatever you come up with, I can't wait to read it either way! 😊👨🏼‍🍳❤️‍🔥

I'm really happy to meet so many nice people here! I really appreciate everyone welcoming me with open arms, really.

I'm not sure if I got the format right, I admire that hcs aren't something I'm used to writing, so much so that I redid this ask, but I hope you like it anyway!

HCS DATING SANJI: HIS POSITIVE AND NEGATIVE POINTS

Sanji x Gn! Reader

Synopsis: Some positives and negatives of dating Sanji

Warnings: Jealousy, mention of cheating (not literally just flirting), lies and secrets

Word Count: 1,0k

Notes: I'm still getting used to writing hcs, it turned out that way but it's not exactly the same as the others, so I don't know if it's good? Sorry for the English and read as if it were gender neutral or the ones you identify with.

Dating Sanji might seem like a dream, it's so perfect and peaceful, then suddenly it would turn into a boat on a huge tide with no sails and no way to escape the storm.

Don't get it wrong, Sanji tries very hard to be the best boyfriend possible, but everything has its downsides and upsides. So let's separate so that everything is clearer and you can draw your own conclusions.

Positives:

Sanji is very careful when waking up, he's usually the first one up and the last one down. So if you're the type that prefers to sleep as much as possible, he'll slowly come out of the covers without touching you to do his own homework. If you decide to wake up next to him to do your own thing or stay with your boyfriend, then he will wrap you warmly against the cold and make you breakfast before the others, after all you deserve it for the hard work of getting up so early.

He is also very cautious around you, he gets very observant about your desires for physical touch. Do you love hugs? Wait several days, do you hate them? So he will swallow all the neediness and stay as far away as possible, he loves to touch your hands and would spend days holding them. Although he is very desperate for physical touch and affection, if he knows it's not exactly his taste he will stay in his own space and respect you. He would never force you into anything, not even kisses, but any affection you give him will be met with compliments and bursts of happiness, he loves having your attention.

And speaking of attention, you'll always be top of Sanji's attention list. You want to talk? No problem, he can cook, fight and still give you enough attention in a conversation. Do you want to spend quality time on an island? He already has the whole route planned and a lot of money to fulfill all his desires. Do you want a traditional romantic date? You don't even have to ask! He has the perfect table, candles, music and even the perfect outfit for you to enjoy! Sanji loves spending time with you and he really doesn't care how you guys do it, being by your side he's content.

Sanji is also very friendly, you will never feel alone or abandoned if you have this man by your side. He is able to understand all your traumas and difficulties without demanding too much, he won't be the type to pressure you to tell about your past and traumas. However, if you decide to share this with him, you can be sure that he will listen in silence without judging you and give you the support you need, whether through words of comfort or a simple silent hug.

Negatives:

Sanji is very jealous. He really tries not to be because he trusts his body and soul in you, the question of jealousy is exactly that, Sanji trusts you, he just doesn't trust other people. If he sees any man or woman getting too close, laughing too much, touching you too much, you can be sure he doesn't know how to hide that he's jealous. He will frown and have a bitter smile as he tries to push others away from you, he will also end up becoming more needy and in need of touch. Trying to somehow confirm that you love him and not others.

Sanji hides many things from you. This could even be something cute if he was going to hide a surprise, but no, he hides important and serious things. He literally won't tell you anything about his past even if you guys fight about it, he will also hide injuries whether physical or mental. In Sanji's mind you're a perfect angel who shouldn't worry or stress about anything, so the solution for him is to simply hide everything that might hurt or stress you out.

Sanji flirts too much. When you start a relationship he will stop most of the flirting, after all he sees no point in conquering other people when he is already with the love of his life. The problem is that flirting is in Sanji's blood and every time he sees a beautiful woman he will become more gentle and submissive, even if he doesn't flirt romantically he still acts like he is. This can lead to a lot of confusion, he will argue that he is just being nice while you argue that it looks like he is cheating on you. At the end of the day if it upsets you he will try to tone it down as much as he can and keep an eye on his own actions.

Sanji can be very headstrong. He tries to be as open-minded as possible so the relationship can progress, but once he gets it into his head that he's right, nothing will change that. Even if he doesn't like to fight with you, there will be countless times he will deny being wrong or deny blame, even if it's obvious he is wrong. For example, he'll deny that he should be more careful in fights, saying that if he doesn't give it his all there's no reason to fight, even if you only want him to worry about getting back to the ship alive. He will hit the same button a lot on some subjects and you will need to be very pushy if you want to show him that things aren't the way he thinks.

In the end Sanji is a human like any other and is not free from mistakes. He has many qualities for a boyfriend and can be the prince of your dreams, but he will also give you a lot of headaches in certain ways. Sanji's best quality is that he is always willing to listen to you and change if it makes both of you happy, so don't worry about starting a conversation to air your fears and misgivings, he will definitely listen to you and you will find a solution together .

Notes: That's it! I hope you enjoyed it and I apologize if the format wasn't exactly as you envisioned. Thanks for the welcome and warm welcome, I'm really excited to get closer to the wider community, until next time!

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