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s1urnioloslvr · 6 months

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Movie Night (C.S) 18+

Chris Sturniolo x reader

Warnings: Smut, kinda public sex, idk

You were spending the night at the triplets' house, as you often did. It was a tradition for all of you to have a big sleepover in the living room, watching a random movie that Nic had been ranting about all day. Matt and Nic had gone to the store, leaving you and Chris to set up the blankets and make everything cozy.

As you started to arrange the blankets on the couches, you realized that you had forgotten your favorite panda blanket in Nic's room. "Hey! I’m gonna go get my blanket from Nic's room!" you exclaimed to Chris, "Well, I'm going too!" Chris replied, making his way into Nic's room.

You shrugged and thought this was just him being a silly little goofball (LMFAOO OKAY ILL STOP)and grabbed another blanket before heading into Nic's room as well. When you both walked back out, he was holding some sort of teddy bear or something... (ugh hes so cute), and you sat down on the couch, throwing the blanket over the both of you. The movie started playing, though you couldn't even remember what it was. But it didn't really matter; you were just happy to spend time with your friends.

However, as the movie progressed, you turned your head and caught a glimpse of Chris. He was wearing the grey sweatpants and a simple white t-shirt. You couldn't help but stare, and it seemed like he was doing the same to you. The tension in the air began to grow, thickening like fog.

Eventually, Nic grew tired and Matt got bored of the movie. Nic got up and announced that he was going to bed. "Goodnight y/n, night Chris," he said while rubbing his eyes. "Night Nic, see you tomorrow!" you replied. Chris simply said, "Goodnight."

The movie seemed to drag on forever, but finally, after what felt like an eternity, it ended. "That was kinda boring," you remarked. "I agree, maybe we should try something else," Chris suggested with a mischievous smile. You laughed and shook your head, heading into the kitchen to grab an orange Fanta, while Chris reached for a Pepsi.

Suddenly, the tension in the air became palpable. You turned around quickly and just stared at Chris. He turned red and cleared his throat nervously, grabbing the kitchen counter for support. "Uh... what's wrong?" you asked, completely unsure of what he was thinking.

"Uh... nothing, sorry, I'm fine," he replied, stuttering and nervously laughing. God, you loved his laugh.

Deciding it was now or never, you summoned up all your courage fueled by the night. "No, it's okay, you're freaking me out. Why is there so much tension?" you asked teasingly, putting your hand on his chest and looking up at him.

His blue eyes locked onto yours, and in one swift motion, he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you towards him and capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. It was your first kiss with him, and it felt like your whole body was set ablaze. You could feel the intensity of his desire as his tongue explored your mouth.

His hands moved through your hair, tangling themselves in its softness. His lips glided against yours, taking their time, savoring every moment of this electrifying connection (CORNYY). His hands traveled down your sides, slipping beneath your shirt and touching your bare skin. His fingers caressed your sides, sending shivers down your spine.

As the kiss continued, you pulled his hair gently, deepening the kiss further. His lips traced a path down your neck, stopping right below your ear. You felt his warm breath on your neck, and you couldn't help but lean your head back slightly, giving him greater access.

His hands continued to explore, traveling up your sides to your stomach. You felt his touch, gentle yet firm, igniting a fire within you that couldn't be extinguished. The sound of your heavy breathing filled the kitchen as the intensity between you grew.

He pressed your back firmly against the countertop, demonstrating his desire and control. His touch shifted, lifting your shirt and his fingers delicately brushed against your skin, stopping just above your pants. In a bold move, his hand moved up your side, cupping your breast, and softly squeezing. A gasp escaped your lips as you felt a surge of arousal coursing through your body.

He then moved his other hand down, reaching under your pants and feeling your bare ass. You responded eagerly, pressing your hips against his hand, urging him on. Your back now firmly against the counter, you were completely aware of his growing hardness pressing against your legs.

His hand roamed further, sliding under your panties to explore the wetness between your legs. His fingers skillfully caressed and teased, sending waves of pleasure through every inch of your being. Amidst the haze of desire and longing, he paused to speak, his voice breathy and filled with anticipation. "Mmm... are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, his lips finding yours again in a passionate kiss.

With a deep breath, you nodded eagerly, your body aching for his touch.

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You felt his fingers, caressing your folds and rubbing against your clit. Your body aches for him to enter you, to feel his length pressing against your pussy, teasing you, begging to be entered. A moan escaped your lips, begging to be heard. "Please, Chris, don't stop!" you exclaimed.

He slowly removed your underwear, revealing your wetness to him. Slowly, he removed his fingers and pulled your panties down your legs, tossing them on the floor. He immediately put his hands on your hips and positioned himself behind you, kissing your neck and nibbling on your earlobe. His hands slowly traveled up your chest, cupping your breasts and rubbing his thumbs against your nipples. The warmth of his hands against your skin sent a wave of pleasure through your body.

He positioned himself behind you, kissing your neck and nibbling on your earlobe. His hands slowly traveled up your sides. He slides his pants and boxers down in one swift move, positioning his erection against your entrance. You felt his cock pressing against your slick entrance, begging for entrance.

"Put me inside you." he whispered, his voice filled with longing and desire.

"Okay..." you breathed, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes. You grab the base of his cock and roll your hips back against him. Once he gets inside you, He instantly starts pounding into you, not giving you time to adjust.

"FUCK" you moan loudly

"you like that?" he asked, a sly smile on his lips.

"Mmm... y-yeah..." you replied hesitantly, trying to gain your composure. "Good..." he said.

With each thrust, your hips hit the counter harshly, surly leaving bruises. “You don’t understand what you do to me y/n” Chris whispers in your ear, his hot breath hitting your neck.

You respond in a shaky voice, “I-I’m not doing anything.” “Please, don’t play innocent. You know you want this.” he said, a smirk on his face, “Yeah.. I want it..” you reply softly.

He positions himself behind you again, kissing your neck and nibbling on your earlobe. His hands reach your hips. As he begins to slam into you again, he positions his thumb against your clit. You moan loudly as he begins to rub your clit with his thumb, kneading it in small circles. You can feel yourself tighten and your body beginning to shake.

"Chris I'm gonna... Oh my god Chris I'm gonna.. aghh" you moan loudly, your body trembling and your pussy beginning to convulse around his cock.

"Cum for me baby " he whispers in your ear.

Your cunt tightens even more around his cock, squeezing him, your body shuddering as you ride out your orgasm. Your legs begin to buckle and Chris catches you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. He gently lays you on the counter and places himself between your legs. He pulls you towards him, turning you around quickly and wrapping one arm around your hip. He immediately sticks his cock into your pussy and begins pounding into you at an inhuman pace, overstimulating you

"Your pussy feels so fucking good. I can't stop fucking you y/n." he whispers in your ear.

You moan loudly, your body on fire from pleasure, your orgasm approaching. "fuck, gonna cum" he says as his cock throbs inside of you. You whimper as he pulls out but quickly gasp he shoots his cum all over your stomach and breasts while you cum as well. He bites his lip at the sight of your cum covered stomach.

He leans down and licks up some of your cum off your stomach before moving to the rest of your cum covered body up and down licking it off. He’s about to lick your pussy when you tell him “don’t get any inside me, I’m not on birth control”. He’s taken aback for a moment before he nods and grins. “I’ve been craving that taste since I first saw you” he says.

He eagerly licks up the outside of you, cleaning off your pussy juices from your lips and thighs. And the rest of your cum that’s there. “You know, if you want, you can come over again tomorrow. And the day after that… Or whenever you’re free” he says, smirking. "wow it's like i already dont do that" you say sarcastically.

The aftercare is lowkey the best part, especially with Chris. He’s caring and gentle with you, making sure you’re alright after the great sex you just had. And you couldn’t be happier either, especially right now. You can feel him inside you, his warmth, his scent, his touch. He grabs your hands, pulling you off the counter and into a standing position.

He helps you clean up, putting your clothes back on and gathering his clothes. He picks you up and brings you to his room.

yup WAYY better than the movie

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chanspetpigeon · 3 months

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I’m scared…

Niki x reader

Best friends to lovers, fluff

Wc:480

Warnings: Kiss? (Lmk if i need to add something!)

A/N: Another drabble :) ill make a masterlist tmr :D im trying to write more longer things but i have like 0 ideas pls send requests haha

Masterlist

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Your eyes scan the dark room you’re trying to sleep in. You stare at all the creepy silhouettes created by your best friend’s clothing scattered all over the room. You bury yourself deeper into the sheets, eyes squeezing closed.

“You ok?” Riki whispers behind you. You startle at the sudden noise.

“Yeah… ‘m okay…” you whisper back.

“You’re hogging the blanket again…” Riki turns to you and yanks the blanket off of you.

“Rikiiiii… Stop it!” you whine, trying to get under the blanket again.

“C’mon. It’s my blanket! I decide who gets it!” Riki argues back at you, chuckling at your feeble attempts of trying to get the blanket back. You can make out his teasing smile through the endless darkness of the night.

You roll your eyes and turn back around, laying in a fetal position trying to warm yourself back up.

“Hey… I’m sorry, come here,” Riki lays the blanket over your curled up body, laying closer to you.

You peek over your shoulder at him, you can’t resist his sweet smile, so you turn back around draping your arm around his waist.

“I can’t sleep, Riki…” you whisper against his chest. “I’m scared…” you continue.

“Why? What’s scaring you?” Riki asks you, running his hand slowly through your hair.

“I’m just scared of the dark…” you confess, lowering your gaze to his chest, embarrassed to still have such childish fears at your age.

Riki chuckles, petting the top of your head gently.

“What's so scary about it?” Riki asks

“All your clothes everywhere… They look like monsters lurking in the dark…” you whisper even more embarrassed now.

“Mmm… Don’t worry, Y/N, I’ll protect you from all the monsters lurking in the dark,” he joked, his hand cupping your cheek, forcing you to look up at his face.

Your cheeks start to heat up at the intense eye contact.

“Seriously, I will,” he further exclaimed.

“T-thanks, Riki…” you say with a sheepish smile on your face.

A comforting silence falls between you two, Riki’s hand still on your cheek, slowly swiping his thumb across it.

“Try and get some sleep now,” Riki whispers to you.

His voice brings you back to reality from wherever your thoughts were wandering off to.

“Yeah…” you quietly say, laying your head onto Riki’s soft pillows and closing your eyes.

“Goodnight, I love you,” the words slip from your lips automatically, used to saying it to your parents before going to bed. As soon as you register what you had just said, you tense up.

Riki chuckles lowly, “I love you too, Y/N,” he says back.

You open your eyes, looking back up at Riki.

He was already staring at you, a goofy smile on his face. He slowly leans down to press a chaste kiss onto your lips.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he says before turning around, leaving you stunned, staring up at the ceiling, processing what just happened.

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A/N: hope u like it haha ik its not the best but im just trynna post stuff :)

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lw6-woso · 10 months

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nighty night (LW6 x reader)

(gif is not mine)

it was an important day for the Williamson family but more important to both yours and Leah's two young kids.

you and Leah had been married almost 4 years now and you both had two young children Nova who had just turned 2 and Miles who was 4.

tonight it was just you and the kids as Leah is out of town but that won't stop the kids from seeing their mommy this is because tonight Leah was going to be reading a bedtime story on CBeebies, and the kids had no idea that it was happening and they love CBeebies it was part of there night routine before bedtime.

you had got the kids bathed and into their pyjamas, they were settled and watching in the night garden whilst you cleaned the kitchen and got yourself some food, as you finished washing the dishes, your phone started to ring. you grabbed your phone and answered.

"Hello," you answered.

"hi babe," Leah said.

"hey how are you," you said.

"I'm good how are you and the babies," she said.

"yeah im good all finished up for the night the kids are watching TV waiting to be surprised by there mummy" you said.

"i know can you record there reactions please" she said.

"that was my plan i think im more excited than they will be" you said walking to sit on the couch.

"i'll let you go and get the kids to bed call me once its finished" she said.

"yeh okay ill call you in a minute" you said your goodbyes for the time being just in time for bedtime stories.

you pulled my phome out and leant it against a lamp so you were able to see the kids.

they were sat in there own little seats in front of the TV and leah came on and Miles gasped and Nova squealed.

"mama its mummy" Miles shouted.

"mamamamama" Nova said over and over again.

after a moment of excitement both kids sat there listening to everyone word that leah was saying in complete aww, with Nova still saying over again mama, looking back at you over and over again.

once it finished you had stopped the video and Nova started too cry and came over you picked her up and cuddled her as she cried for her mummy.

"hey do you want to face time her" you asked Nova and she nodded and miles came over sad that it was over.

you grabbed your phone and face timed Leah she answered and the smile on her face faded when she noticed Nova crying.

"whats the matter baby" she said.

"miss you mummy" she said her tears stopping.

"oh baby im sorry did you like your story" she asked and they both nodded.

"that was the best surprise mummy i am going to watch it every night" Miles said dramatically.

"i wouldnt expect anything else baby im glad you like it ill be home soon and ill read you it okay" she said and they both nodded Nova rubbing her eyes and leaning her head on your shoulder.

"you tired baby" you said and she nodded.

"you go to bed babies ill be home when you wake up" Leah said an they nodded.

"goodnight babies" Leah said, both the kids said there goodnight and hung up.

you put your phone on the side of the couch and took Nova into your arms and held Miles hand taking them to bed. miles went running into his room being able to get ready for bed himself.

you walked into Novas bedroom and but her in her cott and put covers over her and gave her a kiss.

"goodnight baby" you said and she got comfy and closed her eyes.

you walked out and shut her door and went to Miles room were he was in his bed under his covers cuddling his blacket and his monkey he had the day he was born.

you tucked him in and gave him a kiss and walked out after saying goodnight. That night you sent the video to Leah of the kids and you both posted the video of the kid's reaction it is my favourite video of the kids

the following days and weeks and even months every night after CBebbies ended the kids watched Leah reading them the same bedtime story just as Miles said to Leah.

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xdaddysprincessxx · 8 months

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Scarecrow

Serial killer Farmer Joel x f!reader

(Part of the In every lifetime universe, takes place before so like 1965 making Joel early 40s in this)

Warnings: Dead Dove : Gore/horror, Joel is a serial killer = he kills ppl, smut, noncon, virginity loss, inappropriate use of farm equipment, death/no survivors, oral (f receiving), dead bodies, dismemberment, slapping(face & pussy), 1 head flying, i believe that’s it, again Joel is a very bad man in this.

Summary: It’s almost Halloween! You and your friends decide to go to Farmer Joel’s corn maze for some spooky fun! Except your boyfriend is being a dick and starts to poke fun at Joel, ruining the fun. For you and your friends at least.

A/n: @multiversed-daydreamer this one’s for you babe! I took heavy inspo from Texas Chainsaw Massacre and elements from various slasher movies. This is very much a horror movie in words. This is dark and fucked up. ⚠️ Proceed with caution ⚠️

‘Two more bodies found’ ‘The fifth victim found in connection to string of disappearances’

The headlines of every newspaper and the topic of every whispered conversation around town has you on high alert. There’s been a total of what? Seven victims now? You think. No one’s sure who’s doing it but every other day it’s the same story. Someone goes missing, a few days later their body pops up, tied to a post in a field, dressed up as a scarecrow. Only except these “scarecrows” have their throats slit, multiple stab wounds and more times than not, missing limbs. To say you are terrified is an understatement. These murders have been happening for the past three years, always during the fall too.

As you sit at your kitchen table, sipping your morning coffee, your phone starts to ring. Getting up to go pick the phone up off the receiver, phone still attached by a curly cord, you answer.

“Heyyyy girly!! You already know who it is!! So guess where we are going tonight!” You hear your best friend Lucy shout into the other end of the phone.

“Lucy what are you talking about? Going where? Do you not see the news? I’m not about to go anywhere and risk dying.” You reply with a giggle, knowing damn well these murders aren’t going to stop you or her from going out and having fun.

Laughing out loud, “Well we’re going to drum roll please!” Clap,clap,clap sounds through the phone, “We’re going to Farmer Joel’s corn maze!!” Lucy all but shouts. “Annnddd you should totally invite your little boy toy Brad!” She adds with mischievousness in her voice.

“Lucy! Oh my god stop!” You giggle, “Brad and I aren’t even official yet! We’ve only gone on one date.” You say as blush begins to cover your cheeks. You all used to go to high school together. Brad was the star quarterback on the football team. You and your group of friends kept to yourselves. So when you moved back after college, you were surprised when you ran into Brad at the grocery store and started talking. That’s when he asked you out on a date. Nothing crazy special just dinner and the two of you catching up. Afterwards he awkwardly kissed you goodnight as he dropped you off at your house.

“Ooh and I think Frank and Janet are also coming too! It’s gonna be so much fun! Okay be ready by 7!” Lucy exclaims.

“Okay ill see you then!!” You say before hanging the phone back on the receiver that’s hanging on the wall.

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By the time 6 o’clock came around, you’d already been ready to go. Your anxiety never allowing you to just chill. Dressed in your favorite knee length blue floral dress and white cardigan paired with your favorite pair of Mary Jane shoes. You were ready for a fun night with your friends and potential new boyfriend.

Before you knew it, you heard knocking on your door. Standing up from the couch, you smooth out your dress and grab your purse that you place across your body as you go to answer the door.

Opening the door, you reveal Brad standing there wearing his high school lettermen’s jacket, looking quite handsome. “Hey Brad!” You say as you walk out the door, shutting it closed behind you.

“Well hey there cutie pie. You ready to go out to Farmer Joel’s corn maze? Maybe we’ll get lost in there.” He says, winking suggestively at you.

You slap him on the shoulder playfully, “Oh my god Brad you are so silly. Even if we do, we won’t be alone!” You say as you try to let him down easily. As much as you do like him, you aren’t ready to do anything sexual with him. After all you’re still a virgin. The two of you walk hand in hand to his car where your other friends Lucy, Frank and Janet are waiting.

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The sun is starting to set as you pull up to Farmer Joel’s place. He lives out in the middle of nowhere with tons of acres. He moved to Chesterfield about 5 or so years ago and ever since, every fall he always does a corn maze and hay rides for everybody. The hayrides ended about an hour ago and soon the corn maze will be closed for the night as well. You and your friends have about an hour to enjoy the maze and make it out before closing. Most of the families that came out tonight are leaving already probably due to the chill in the air. Still you can’t help but notice how sparse the crowd is as you and your friends walk up to the corn maze.

Joel’s standing off to the side of the maze entrance, looking rather intimidating in his overalls and steal toed boots. He’s chatting with a couple who just came out of the maze when he looks in your direction. For a split second you swear he was looking into your soul. You couldn’t help but feel a chill creep up your spine.

“Hey buddy! How are you doing old farmer Joel? Looking good for your age. How old are you? 65?” Brad says as he starts laughing expecting everyone to join in. Your friends give a tiny giggle, not really sure why Brads picking on Joel for his age.

The couple Joel was talking too just rolled their eyes at Brad and said their goodbyes to Joel before walking away.

“Very funny kid. I see you’ve got jokes. Tell me, how’s life post high school? Do anything worth mentioning or are you still stuck reliving your wonder years?” Joel bites back, not taking this stupid punks shit.

“Hey man fuck you. I was the best damn quarterback Chesterfield High has ever seen! What the fuck have you ever done? Huh?” Brad retorts back.

“Brad stop it. You’re being an ass. Come on let’s go through the maze before it closes. I’m so sorry Mister Joel don’t pay him any mind.” You chastised Brad while also apologizing to Joel for brad for being such a child.

Joel just stares at you again, seemingly penetrating your very soul. You swear he can see inside your mind. He just grunts and lifts his chin towards you as you grab Brad by the hand and drag him into the maze.

The maze itself isn’t terribly long but the aisle you have to walk through is rather small. You and Brad lead the group while Lucy is to your left just slightly behind you and Frank and Janet side by side in the back. After a few minutes you come to a fork.

“Let’s go right guys. This way we can get out sooner.” Janet suggests, having the hebbie jebbies ever since Brad and Joel had their little showdown.

“No no let’s go left, come on guys let’s take our time and have fun. Old man Joel can wait on us.” Brad tells the group, trying his best to take charge.

“No Brad I don’t feel comfortable doing that. Come on let’s just go right and get this over with and we can go to IHOP and hang after.” Janet begs Brad and the rest of the group.

“How about this? Me and Janet will go right. You guys go left. Lucy pick who you wanna go with.” Frank says coming up with a neutral solution.

“I’ll go with these guys. We’ll meet y’all at the end!” Lucy says to Frank and Janet.

The group splits off, Frank and Janet going right and you,Brad and Lucy going left. The three of you walk in silence for a few minutes before you hear what sounds like a scream. All three of you jump. You quickly grab onto Brads arm as Lucy grabs onto your arm.

“What was that?” Lucy whispers. Scared to be louder than a whisper so she’s not heard by whatever that was.

“I dunno girl. That’s super creepy. Do you think it was Janet? I hope they’re okay. M-maybe it’s just Frank scaring her.” You whisper back, trying to remain logic even though your heart is about to beat out of your chest.

“Girls. You guys are so easily scared.” Brad says, rolling his eyes. “You can’t scare me bro!” He shouts to the void.

By now the sun has set, leaving you, Brad and Lucy shrouded in darkness. There’s a couple of lights behind you at the entrance and you can see a couple more closer to the exit but that’s it. Complete darkness. And now that you notice, complete silence too. All of the other guests must have left by now leaving you and your friends here by yourselves. The three of you keep on walking when you hear snapping of a corn stalk before you feel Lucy’s grip on your arm leave. Looking back to see what she’s doing, you see that Lucy is gone. Literally vanished into thin air.

“Lucy? Lucy? Where are you?” You say in the loudest whisper you can manage. Frightened you grip onto Brad even harder, “ Brad let’s get out of here. I’m scared.” You tell him.

“Babe come on there’s nothing to be scared of. They’re playing a stupid little prank on you I’m sure of it.” He says with an air of confidence.

Terrified, you just nod your head holding onto him for dear life as the two of you continue walking through the maze. Soon enough you two are walking out of the maze.

“See babe I told you everything is fine.” Brad says.

Letting go of his arm, you shake out your arms, stiff from the tight grip you had. “Whatever Brad let’s find the others and go.” You say as you look at him.

Before he can answer you, a pitchfork shoots out his chest causing him to gurgle on the blood now flooding his mouth. The pitchfork slides back through his body as you let out a blood curling scream. Brads body slumping over and falling to the ground revealing Farmer Joel standing behind him, pitchfork in hand.

Paralyzed with fear, all you seem to be able to do is stand there with eyes wide and your mouth still open. Joel throws the pitchfork down, practically gliding over to you, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder in one smooth motion. Immediately you start banging your fists on his impenetrable back, flailing your legs.

“Let me go!! Please! I- I won’t go to the cops or anything! Just please let me go!! I don’t wanna die!!” You scream at Joel, begging for your life.

Joel just grunts at your begging,swatting you on your ass as he takes you into his barn in the back, a good ways away from the maze. And for some reason your body absolutely betrays you because why on gods green earth should that give you such a good feeling in your lower stomach. A tiny part of you hoping he does it again. Once inside, Joel drops you like a sack of potatoes onto a hay bale that’s been placed against a wooden post. Before you can even make a move he grabs your arms twisting them behind you and tying you to the post.

“No use in screaming honey. Nobody can hear you out here so it’d be in your best interest to keep quiet.” Joel finally says as he finishes tying you and walks around to face you.

“Please mister Joel please I promise I’ll do whatever you want just let me go! I don’t wanna die! Please . .” You sob, hoping this man has a sliver of mercy inside his body for you.

Joel just stands there, staring at you for a quick second before walking back out of the barn. As you sit there you notice your body betraying you further as you feel yourself start to get wet. Between him spanking you and now being tied up, a part of you is excited from the treatment. You’ve always found Joel to be handsome. Big, broad shoulders, rough hands from working on the farm, those gorgeous brown eyes. But you saw him kill Brad! He probably killed the others too you just didn’t have any proof. It must be the adrenaline rushing through you, that’s it. That’s why you’re feeling like this.

After what felt like hours being stuck inside the barn, you hear Joel’s boots thudding on the cold, hard ground followed by what sounded like wheels? That’s when you see Joel pushing a wheelbarrow piled high with your friends. On the other side of the barn, directly across from you, Joel dumps all the bodies of your friends into a pile. The bodies make a sickening thud when you notice their arms and legs have been severed from their bodies, Brads head rolls away from the pile and lands up right, staring at you.

Terrified, you let out a bloodcurdling scream. He cut brads head off!!! All of your friends have been dismembered!! You were already scared for your life, if that’s what he does to them, what’s Joel gonna do to you?!

Your scream hurts Joel’s ears, the high pitched sound causing him to flinch. After dumping the bodies he drops the wheel barrow and stomps over to you. Picking up that punks head by the hair, he throws it back to the pile. Once he reaches you, he can’t help but to slap you across the face before covering your mouth with his hand. His other hand going to the back of your head, grabbing a fist full of your hair, yanking to make you look at him.

“Be quiet girl! I already told you ain’t nobody can hear you! I don’t wanna hear that shit!” He growls in your face. You shut up immediately. He continues to cover your mouth and keep his fist in your hair as the two of have this stare down. After a few seconds, Joel breaks first and drops his hands as he looks away. Grunting he starts to untie you from the post. Once untied he unceremoniously throws you back over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, knocking the wind out of you. He leaves the barn and starts towards his house. As scared as you are, you decide your gonna do what he says and stay quiet, hoping he’ll take mercy on you if you behave.

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Slamming the door closed behind him, Joel makes sure to lock all three locks and the chain to ensure you can’t get out. Still carrying you, he can’t help but notice how your ass sticks out from your dress being pushed up from being thrown over his shoulder. It’s been so long since he’s last had a woman. And a man has urges you know. Deciding in a split second to change his plan, he instead takes you up upstairs to his bedroom.

Soon enough Joel is flinging you onto his king sized bed. Sitting up you can’t help but stare up, wide eyed at Joel as he towers over you. You’ve never really noticed how tall he is. It’s almost intimidating how he looms over you. The way he’s manhandled you has caused your slick to pool in your panties. All of these emotions have left you so puzzled; he’s a murderer. You saw your friends dead. But yet you find yourself wanting to look deep in his eyes before he bends you over his knee to spank you as punishment before making you take every inch of his cock in your tight virgin pussy. Joel begins to bend down and take his boots off, throwing them one by one to the side. Nervous, you slowly scooted back towards the head board.

“You a virgin girl?” Joel asks in a gruff voice as he places a bended knee on the bed. You shake your head yes nervous as to what he’s gonna do with that information. He slowly makes his way onto the bed, now on both of his knees, crawling toward you with a hungry look in his eyes and a creepy smirk on his face making you scooch back even more. Feeling like an animal about to be attached by it’s predator.

“Good. Just how I like my women. Pure. And all mine.” Joel says in a low baritone voice, “Don’t worry darlin’ you’ll like what I do to you. I’ll make sure your untouched pussy can take my cock before I fuck you.” As much as you try to feel reassured that he’s not gonna make it hurt, you’re still scared. You’ve never been touched. The most you’ve done is some light kissing and hand holding. And now this scary man who turns you on and frightens you is going to take your virginity. Your back hits the headboard forcing you to acknowledge you have no where to go. Joel reach’s his hand out and grabs your calf, pulling your leg causing you to slide down leaving you on your back and his face directly in front of your cunt. He bends down, his nose going up and down your covered slit as he breathes in your soaking wet pussy. The feeling of his nose on your most private part sends tingles throughout your vagina and up your whole body. You can’t help by shiver from the feeling.

“Mm you smell so good baby” Joel says, breathing in deep before laying a chaise kiss on top of your mound. Joel looks up at you, You are frozen, unable to move or say anything but lay there and watch this man. The two of you hold eye contact for a few heartbeats before you feel Joel’s rough hands grab your hips and begin to peel your panties off of your body. You lift your hips to help him reveal yourself to him, wanting to feel his touch down there again.

Once your panties were off and flung to the side, Joel looks back down and let’s out a low whistle, “Damn baby looks like you want this. You want my cock pretty girl? Need a man to show you how to fuck? How to suck cock? Need me to make this cunt feel good?” He says as he takes his thumb up your slit, putting a little pressure on your clit and holding it there.

You sigh at how good that felt. Starting to feel all your thoughts melt away when you felt a slap on your cunt, making it sting, “Ouch!” You exclaim

“Answer me when I’m talking to you girl!” Joel barks at you as he slaps your pussy again.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ll answer, I-I’ll be good, I’m sorry!” You sob after a third slap. Joel reached up with his other hand and grabs your cheeks causing your face to be smushed as he pulls you towards his face, “Tell me you want this. Tell me you need my hands, my fucking cock or I swear to god I’ll take you back to the barn and leave you to rot with your friends.” Joel demands, you nod your head yes, “Yes. Yes I- I need you Joel . I-Joel please, please I need you, I-I I need your cock.”

Joel leans forward, meeting your face, causing his nose to press into your nose, “Good baby. That’s what I wanna hear. I don’t wanna hurt you darlin’ but I will. I need you to be good okay? Be my good girl.” He says, shaking his head yes as he said those last words, closing his eyes. Inhaling deep, as if he can’t get enough of your scent. You shake your head yes with him, “I’ll be good Joel.” You whisper, causing Joel to open his eyes and look deep into yours. His lips part in awe as he glances down at your lips. Even though your mouth is squished, he still looks at you like your the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. That’s when he presses his lips on yours. Kissing you deeply, taking your breath away. It’s not a soft kiss by any means. He is putting a good amount of force into the kiss while also keeping your head still so you have no type of give in your neck. Soon you feel his tongue lick your lips, unable to keep his tongue out of your mouth, you have no choice but to open your lips a little wider than they already are and accept his tongue on your mouth. Joel roughly sticks his tongue in, licking all around the inside as though he’s trying to eat your face.

After a few minutes of a sloppy makeout session, Joel pulls away, letting go of your face. Moving down your neck, leaving a trail of wet open mouthed kisses. His large hands roaming all over your body, caressing up and down your sides before he raises one hand and grabs your tit giving it a squeeze. You let out a moan at that, having never been felt up before, it feels so good. Your moan spurs Joel on and pulls your dress down, revealing your breasts to him. Looking down at your boobs, Joel smiles, looking quite pleased with himself before darting his head down and capturing a nipple in his mouth.

“Ooh o-oh. Joel t-that feels so good.” You say breathlessly, looking down at the man suckling your breast. He twirls his tongue around, flicking your nipple with his tongue causing them to harden before he lightly bites down. Letting go of your tit, Joel gives you a smirk before he makes his way back down your body. His face back in between your thighs. Poking out his tongue, he gives your slit a light lick as if he was testing out to see your reaction. You couldn’t help but suck in air, completely entranced to see what he does next. That’s when Joel dives right in, holding your lips open with his thumbs as he licks a wide stripe from the bottom of your pussy up to your clit. The wet muscle then begins to flick and twirl all around your clit but never on it. He’s so close to where you want him. But the feeling of his tongue all over your pussy is the most exquisite feeling you’ve ever had. You can’t help but roll your eyes back as you reach down and card your fingers through his hair, intertwining your fingers in his brown curls. The slight tug of his hair has Joel whimpering into your pussy. Joel lives for praise, he needs to be told how good he is so feeling you let go and hold onto him has him even harder.

You’ve never felt like this before. It’s almost as if your on a roller coaster about to go over the drop. That’s when you feel a thick finger probe your opening. Joel tests your cunt to see just how tight you are, barely able to get his finger inside of you, “Relax baby ‘sokay it’s supposed to feel good.” He says as he works his finger into you more. Once he’s able to insert his finger, he lets it sit there for a beat before he starts pumping his finger in and out. The feeling causing your whole body to heat up, at first it hurt but now. Oh fuck now, it feels so incredibly good. You start breathing harder, moaning more, legs start to shake as Joel begins to finger you even harder. You feel your wetness gush out of you and soon you feel yourself go over the drop of a roller coaster you’ve found yourself on.

“Fuck that’s it baby fuck yea you’re ready for me now” Joel says breathlessly, excited to pop your pretty little cherry. Taking his finger out, he quickly gets off the bed and takes his overalls off revealing his thick, hard cock that’s already weeping with precum.

Joel takes himself in hand, giving his dick a few pumps, “This is all for you angel. Gonna make that cunt mine.” He says as he gets back on the bed, pulling you down so your on your back, underneath him. Still high off of your orgasm, all you can do is lay there. Your whole body feels like jelly. You feel Joel swipe his cock through your folds a few times before you feel him start to push the tip in. That’s when your whole body seizes up from the sharp pain.

“Ouch! Wait! Please, it hurts!” You try to plead with him, your words cause him to stop for a second as he looks down where your bodies are connected.

“Shh baby it’ll be over soon. The pain doesn’t last long. Just take it like a big girl.” He says, “just relax f’ me”

Joel watches you take a deep breath and he plunges his cock all the way in your freshly popped pussy. The shock of it all, the pain is almost unbearable. After a few seconds of his cock being inside of you, Joel being nice enough to give you some time to adjust to him, it begins to feel . . good? You can feel his cock throb inside of you, making your pussy get wetter.

“M-move. Please” you stutter. Joel grunts at that, pleased you relaxed enough he was able to fully get inside of you in one swift thrust. He starts to thrust, going hard with no real build up to the pounding he is now unleashing on your cunt. After a few minutes of Joel thrusting on top of you, grunting and sweating in your face, his movements start to stutter.

“Oh fuck oh fuck baby I’m gonna cum I’m gonna c- uuuhhng!” He grunts as he fills your pussy with his huge load. Ropes and ropes of cum shooting deep into your womb, so much so that it starts to leak out of you.

Joel pulls himself out of you and sees his cum leaking, tsking “Now we can’t have that. Nah that needs to stay right in there.” He says as he gathers his cum on his fingers and pushes it back in your sore pussy. Once satisfied with his work, Joel sits back on his calf’s admiring you.

“So fucking pretty like this baby. But you made a goddamn mess. My sheets are all wet and bloody. You know why it’s all bloody baby?” He says in a sarcastic tone, “because I fucked you. I popped your pretty little cherry and now you belong to me.” he says snarling at you. Still, you haven’t moved a muscle, continuing to lay there scared of what he’s gonna do next now that he’s had his way with you. Joel grabs you by your arm, dragging you off the bed. Dumping you on the floor he goes to tug the sheets off his bed. Throwing the soiled sheets on the floor next to you, Joel turns and walks out of the bedroom to grab fresh sheets.

When he walks back in, that’s when you finally get some strength and stand up. Shaking like a leaf behind him as he struggles getting the fitted sheet onto his bed, you start to slowly inch you way towards the door, ready to run for your life.

All too soon, Joel finishes with the sheets and turns around only to see you standing close to the door. Staring at each other you break your eye contact to glance at the door and back at him. Joel then glances at the door and back at you right as you lunge towards the exit letting out a scream as you do so. Except Joel manages to slam his body into the door before you get there, shutting it with his body as he grabs you by the arm again, “aht now what do you think your doing sugar? Just gonna ride me hard and put me away wet? You’re mine now, you’re gonna keep your sweet little ass in my house. Warm my bed!” He tells you, shaking you with each word as if it’ll shake some sense into you.

“I wasn’t leaving! I promise! I-I I need to use the bathroom! I wanna clean myself up for you! Yea yea I wanna clean up so I smell good and look good. All for you Joel.” You try to sound convincing knowing damn well he sees right through your words. Joel just purses his lips and gives you this ‘do you think I’m that dumb?’ look. Yanking you over back over to his bed he shoves you on it.

“Get your ass up there. I’m fucking tired so we’re going to bed now. I’ll give you the grand tour of our house in the morning baby.” He says as he gets in bed next to you. Terrified you do as he says, there’s a good chance he’s a heavy sleeper and you’ll be able to sneak off once he’s asleep. Joel pulls the blanket over the two of you, you on your back and him on his side facing you. Once under the blanket, Joel wraps his arm around you, giving you a tight squeeze.

“Sweet dreams sugar and welcome to your new life.” He says in a sleepy voice.

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Joel managed to keep his arm wrapped around you all night long. The sun is starting to come up and you haven’t been able to get away all night. That’s when Joel grunts in his sleep and rolls over, releasing you from his grasp.

This is it! This is my chance! I gotta go before he wakes up! Oh my god oh fuck okay I can do this. I will do this, you think as you slowly slip out from underneath the blanket and pour yourself slowly out of the bed. Joel continues to snore, oblivious to your actions. Walking on tip toes you make it to the door, stopping to check to make sure Joel hasn’t heard you yet. You manage to crack open the door just a little before it starts to creek. Scared, you stop all movement. Staying absolutely frozen to the spot, you hear Joel stop snoring and start to move around. After what felt like a century, Joel begins to snore again. Your heart has never beat so fast in your life. Taking a deep breath you continue on your top toes out of the bedroom into a hallway. Moving as quickly and quietly as you can, you walk past a couple of bedrooms before making it to a set of stairs.

Oh my god I’m doing it! I’m so close! Thank god!! Okay okay I’ve got this! You give yourself a pep talk in your head as you make your way downstairs and over to the front door. Fucking hell. There’s so many locks!! Shit shit okay calm down! Start with the first one and work your way up. You begin to unlock the bottoms lock. Click. Whew! Okay now next lock. As your turning the lock you hear the floor creek behind you. And that’s when you feel him at your back.

“Now where the hell do you think your going?” Comes the gruff voice of a man who woke up to his new woman sneaking out.

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“A new body has just been discovered. This is coming a week after the discovery of four new victims of the Scare Crow killer. A female, believed to be in her twenties, has been found impaled by a wooden post, her body dismembered and limbs sown back on and gutted, dressed up as a scarecrow.”

Joel sits down at his kitchen table with a bowl of cereal, watching the little tv he has sitting on the counter to keep him company. Huffing at todays news as he digs in, “It’s a shame. I liked that one. Really hoped she keep my bed warm for a lot longer.” He says out loud as milk drips down his chin.

A/n: whew! Okay this is a hefty boy! This literally came from @multiversed-daydreamer going “I need farmer Joel to be a serial killer and chase people in the corn maze” as soon as I read that, Farmer Joel was born. Obviously this is very much horror, I took inspo from horror movies. I kept returning to the 2003 Texas Chainsaw Massacre and the 1995 Texas chainsaw: the next generation while writing this, while also using other slasher movie elements. This is a one shot. I doubt I’ll ever return to farmer Joel but I did have fun writing this and just going balls to the wall with the horror lol

I’m not going to tag anybody just because of the nature of this. 💜

#Joel Miller #serial killer!joel #pedro pascal #joel miller x reader #horror writing #horrorblr #spooky fic #spooky season #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal cinematic universe #tlou #joel miller fic #dark!joel miller

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𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹

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Kim Seungmin/noona reader

wc: 5.9k

rating: angst/mature/18+ ಇ (idiots trying to get to lovers/mutual pining)

contains: drinking/drunkiness, implied mental illness, medication mention, weight mention

comments: Part two of this noona fic request. Not sure how much interest there is in this (there's more, because I love writing it and I needed some angst), but let me know if you guys like it!

songs to listen to while reading: orion sun - intro // chloe george - when does it get good

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Seungmin feels around in the dark, and he knows at any moment, he’s going to trip. The layout of your apartment is still foreign to him, but he likes it here, and he wants to get used to being here. It’s a welcome change from the dorm—there it's usually a mess. It smells, it tends to get loud at the worst moments, and the worst part of all is that you’re not there. Ever.

He’s a bit embarrassed of the place, even though his room is usually clean and ready for company. It’s better here, though. It’s always quiet, and warm, and it smells like vanilla and coffee, even now, in the middle of the night.

As much as he wanted to keep things between the two of you, for now, it did not work. Seungmin came home very late the night after he confessed (and you confessed), so it was easy for everyone to figure out. Still, though, he hasn’t talked much about it in the three days since. And now, somehow, he’s ended up at your apartment, and it’s well past midnight.

You fell asleep on the couch watching a movie, tucked against his side, and he shook you awake eventually.

“Time to get to bed, yeah?” He said, and he gave you a few more minutes to collect yourself before helping you up. Then he guided you into the bedroom, but he just stood there at the door for a moment, watching, waiting until you turned to him and smiled.

“Goodnight”

“You’re leaving?” You check the time on your phone. It's late.

“Yeah, I should go,” his heartbeat picks up a little as he casually looks around your room. This is his first time seeing it., and Seungmin thinks to himself how very you it is—the colors, the mix of adult and not-so-adult, pages from magazines and photobooks pinned to a corkboard next to very important looking things. He sees his face pinned there as well; a closeup of him, ripped neatly from the Noeasy photobook. No, two photos of him...three.

“Okay. You don’t have to, but…” you think, look around, look back at him, “text me when you get home, okay?”

“I will”

He clicks the hall light off as he makes his way toward the door, and with the glow of the tv gone, it’s suddenly very, very dark. The light of his phone helps, but he hits his foot on the coffee table, of course, and then he finally grabs his bag. Luckily it takes him a few extra minutes to fight into his shoes, because a text comes through just as he goes for the door.

don’t leave yet

Seungmin looks toward your bedroom door and waits. One, two, three seconds. It swings open, and you leave it there so the light pours out and illuminates him.

“Did I forget something?”

You stop in front of him and nod, “I did,” and grab the front of his shirt to pull him down. You kiss, and he kisses right back. And then you let go. “Can I ask what’s in your backpack?”

“Huh? My…oh my bag. Just my usual stuff, uhm, it’s silly. Sometimes I feel like I’ll be pulled away when I have no time to pack, so I always carry something with me.”

“So that's your overnight bag?”

“I guess. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea...if it’s the wrong idea. I wasn’t expecting something to happen, I promise.”

“Seungmin, it’s okay. I just came out to kiss you goodnight, not question your motives.” You pull him to you again and kiss. “And you’re welcome to spend the night—on the couch, or in my bed. Preferably in my bed. But wherever you’re comfortable.”

His laugh is so nervous, and he hates it, “maybe next time?”

“Of course. I’m leaving for a while tomorrow, but I’ll let you know when I get home.”

“Will you be gone long?”

“No, a week at the most”

“A week. Okay, that’s not bad. If I’m home when you get back., we can do something.”

“Right, you might not be here”

You stare at each other silently, maybe hoping to read each other’s mind. You might not see him for a while and that was hard enough when you were just friends, pining endlessly. Now you’ve touched him and kissed him, and you need more time to do those things.

“I might be, though”

“Goodnight, Minnie”

This time he kisses you himself.

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“I’m not surprised…but at the same time I’m a little surprised,” Felix scratches his head. He’s watching Seungmin cross the kitchen to fill his glass with water.

He doesn’t notice everyone staring at him until he turns toward the coffee maker. “What?”

“Surprised why?” Minho cups his chin in his hand and smiles at both of them.

“How was your date last night, kid?”

"Date?" Minho jumps and grins at Seungmin.

“We just watched a movie, it was good. She’s leaving today so I won’t see her for a while.”

“Oh no, that’s no good. So—“

“What are you surprised about?!” Minho slap his palm on the table, “Yongbok!”

“I’m getting there!”

“You’ve never been to her place before, right? What brought that on…a movie at her apartment?”

Seungmin is making his coffee, patiently, and looking at his roommate as he takes his time getting to the point. But Felix waits as he makes his way to the table with them to press on.

“You never really told us what happened the other night. You two just disappeared.”

“Oh, we went to her place, so we could be alone…”

The three of them OH in unison, because Jeongin turns the corner just in time. Minho is still confused, and nobody seems to want to elaborate for him. All four of them here at the same doesn’t happen often, so Seungmin is feeling a little crowded

“…to talk.”

“Ooh,” Jeongin smiles, “and? Did you talk last night, too?”

“Not much, no”

Their eyes grow as they wait for more, but now Seungmin is having too much fun stringing them a long.

“Please continue”

“There’s nothing else,” he shrugs, “we drank a little, watched a movie, we both dozed off for a while, I think…no,” Seungmin throws a hand up when Felix' mouth turns up into a smirk. “It was a long movie, nothing else happened.”

“Did you kiss?” Jeongin leans closer and whispers, “you kissed, yeah?”

Seungmin can’t help but smile when he asks. He can feel his face grow warm just thinking about it. Last night, and then your first kiss. That one got much heavier than he expected, and he loved every second—the touching, your tongue, your fingers running through his hair. He doesn’t want to wait a week for more, but he’s not going to chase after you now. He has to be patient, again.

“You should have spent the night"

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You sit across from each other in the cafeteria, just like you’ve done a dozen times before. It’s not busy, not even at lunchtime, but looking up at him for too long is making your heart race. It’s not that you’re afraid someone will walk by and read your mind (but if they did, they might be disgusted), it just feels different being with him in public now.

It feels like you’re both doing something a little bit wrong.

Seungmin is a young idol, and he’s sweet and kind and innocent, as far as everyone knows. You’ve already seen his unfiltered self, and it’s better than any act he’s had to put on. But he is still sweet and kind and…you assume a little innocent. You’ve never talked about your sex lives, ever.

You look up at him and lock eyes. He smiles, and you can’t help but start undressing him. Yes, you’ve touched him, finally. His thigh—he let you run your hand from his knee and up you went until you knew it was time to stop—his neck, his shoulder, his face…but there’s still so much of him to touch and see. The part of your mind that you can't keep quiet is afraid there won't be many more oppurtunities.

You have to close your eyes and relax.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, just thinking. Over-thinking.”

He smiles again, and you start to wonder if he’s doing it because he’s nervous.

“About us?”

Us? That’s a much bigger word than it was a few days ago. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Good things?”

Good things, yes. As long as you stay focused, there's nothing to think about when it comes to him except for good things. “Yeah, of course.”

“How is your lunch? Spicy enough?”

“Is my face red?”

“A little, yes”

“No spice today, so it’s you doing that.”

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What if he stays too late tonight, again? He doesn’t want to run off at the first mention of spending the night, because he wants to stay here with you. There was no expectation of it when you asked last time, he assumes, because he can sleep wherever he wants; he can do whatever he wants. And you wouldn’t pressure him anyway. He knows you better than that.

He knows nothing about your sex life, though. And almost nothing about your dating life.

Seungmin doesn’t really know much about either of those things when it comes to himself, actually. There was never much time to date, or it was low on the list. And having sex without at least dating someone doesn’t sit well with him.

But he has been on dates, and he has kissed, and touched, and he’s been touched right back. But that’s all. No sex—that blowjob didn’t count—it was awkward, and it wasn’t very good. And as hard as he tries, he can't forget his first time trying to find a clit.

“Do you want a drink?” You shake his arm until he finally seems to hear you, “drink…beer, coke, coffee?”

“Soju?”

“I have strawberry and peach”

“Strawberry somaek?”

You disappear into the fridge and dig around, and Seungmin watches carefully when you bend forward. He’s always admired your body, though it never had much to do with him liking you the way he did. But now, he feels like it’s okay to appreciate it more. You’re shorter than him, and curvier (which doesn’t take much, seeing as how Seungmin is basically a straight line). Your ass and thighs are an eyeful for him, though.

Everything looks soft. Everything is soft, because he did sneak his hand there that first night. He squeezed his fingers right above your knee, then moved up ever so slightly to get some thigh. He didn’t dare go any further, though.

The touching you did the second time was much more innocent—holding hands, fingers laced together, your head against his shoulder as you fell asleep. He looked you over carefully, but kept his hands to himself, only daring to run a thumb over your wrist as you dozed off.

“Would you like to pour, or do you trust me?”

Seungmin snaps out of it. He’s pretty sure you caught him staring. “I trust you.”

“Can you grab the glasses for me?”

He does, and he follows you back to the living room and makes himself comfortable at the coffee table. And now that he’s started, he can’t take his eyes off of you as you move.

“That’s…oh okay we have different pours,” Seungmin eyes the glass, but you pull it toward yourself. “That’s much more soju than I usually do.”

You pour his now, but only fill the glass a third of the way before topping it off with the beer.

“I thought maybe you were trying to soften me up.” His breath catches in his chest when he says it, because it sounded much more stupid than it did in his head.

“No, trying to soften myself up, actually.”

“Why? You can’t get drunk without me,” the frown he gives you is over the top and very cute. “I don’t want you to fall asleep too early.”

“I’ll be careful”

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Seungmin feels good after two glasses. It’s not much, but he hasn’t eaten recently, and he’s pretty certain his second drink was identical to yours.

You’re halfway through your third.

“These are too easy to drink.” You sit at the table with a dish of mandu and dakgangjeong. “And I’m guessing you’re hungry.”

“I usually am.” He leans forward and smells the chicken, “did you make all this.

You shake your head, “I’m not the best at cooking. I wish I had more time to practice.”

“That’s okay. Thank you for feeding me, and getting me tipsy.” He grabs a piece of chicken and pops it in his mouth. And then a dumpling. And then finishes off his third somaek.

“You can’t be tipsy yet”

“I will be if I have another”

Seungmin does have another. And the for his next drink, he switches to straight beer—but he’s drunk. He picks up his chopsticks and grabs for a dumpling, but it slips off and bounces onto the table.

Both of you just stare at for a long moment. And then Seungmin giggles as he tries again. This time it makes it to his mouth.

“Where you going?”

He’s slowly getting to his feet, and he stands for a minutes to get his head straight.

“Bathroom”

“Good idea”

“Are you joining me?”

You stop halfway onto your feet and look up at him, his hand is outstretched like he’s welcoming the company, “ah…you first.”

It’s very obvious he had a bit too much. And you did, too, but you’re working hard to keep yourself together. When you walk back out from the bathroom, Seungmin is standing up, staring at the tv, and the rest of the chicken is making its way into his mouth. He looks comfortable and satisfied—drunk, yes…but happy.

It makes you warm up even more, and you can’t remember the last time you felt so good.

“Hey”

“Hi…hello, do you feel better? Do you want the last few pieces?” He holds some out to you, but it disappears into his mouth as soon as you shake your head. “We should sober up.”

Yes, you should. You sit on the couch and curl yourself up into a ball, but when he sits next to you, your limbs develop a mind of their own. Before you can stop yourself, you slide your arms around his waist and hold yourself tight against him. Your leg drapes over his lap, and you’re practically straddling his thighs. He takes it in stride, though. Seungmin holds you right back and takes the opportunity to slide a hand across your hip, and when he squeezes, you jump.

“Sorry”

“Mm mm, no…it’s good. Feels good.”

“It does?”

“Yeah, you’re so warm”

“I think that’s the alcohol”

“Maybe…maybe, but you always—“ you stop and start to giggle, and you shove your face into his shirt to try to stifle yourself.

“Always what?”

You shake your head against him, push harder against his chest, take in his scent…feel yourself becoming even more drunk. “Nothing.”

His hand slides back up and settles on your hip, “always something good, hopefully.”

“Sorry, my head is swimming.”

“Mine too”

“I was hoping the alcohol would help, but you’re making me so nervous.”

“You’re nervous? I’m making you nervous?”

“Yeah, maybe telling you will make it go away."

“I’m also nervous. I wasn’t the last time I was here…so maybe the drinks are working against us.”

You force yourself to look up at him, and he looks down at you with big, heavy eyes. Your gaze drops and takes in every bit of him—his cheeks, his nose, his lips…his lips. He wets them and a smile pulls at his mouth, and you desperately want him to lean down closer to you. Every part of you is screaming for him, but you’re still frozen.

He’s frozen, too. The booze just made both of you stupid.

“Seungmin?” You’ve never, not even as a teenager, felt so stupidly in love with someone.

“Yeah?”

The longer you watch him, the closer he seems to get, and you see every little detail, every little spot, every little perfect blemish and pore on his skin.

“Kiss me before I explode”

His lips press into yours and his fingers squeeze so hard again. You want him to hold you tighter still, and you need to be closer. He does. Seungmin moves you until you’re on his lap, and he devours you. He’s all tongue, and it’s wet and messy, not like his previous kisses, but it’s so good tasting him, and tasting the entire night on him.

Then he stops suddenly to catch his breath, but he stays there and bites down lightly on your bottom lip. Your eyes open, and he’s right there, staring. He pulls back, looks at the space between your thighs, and there’s not much there. If you let yourself relax a little more, you’d feel his dick growing in his sweatpants.

But you can see it. You’re no longer frozen, so you shake the thought of what’s between his legs out of your head, for now. Both of you are way too fucked up for the first time. What you do need to do is kiss him again, so you take over, squeeze his shoulders and hold him steady while you lick across his parted lips. Seungmin opens up for you and he moans into the kiss—moans right down your throat.

You shake your head, “we should stop until we’re, um…I don’t wanna do this drunk.”

“I don’t either,” he keeps kissing, but slows down and softens his touch. His hands move to your waist, and then your back, where they stay.

“But don’t leave tonight”

“I won’t”

─ ⋅⋅ ─

Seungmin watches you from his side of your bed. He did fall asleep for a while, but he woke from a dream and forgot for a few moments where he was. His racing heart beat against the mattress as he looked toward you, facing away from him, shirt pulled halfway up your back. You kicked the covers off in your sleep—probably too warm from sobering up, but so deeply asleep. Still, he reaches out and runs two fingers down the skin that’s peeking out.

You move ever so slightly, and mumble something. He looks at the time: just after 4am. You’ve been asleep for about three hours, because both of you were out as soon as you hit the bed.

But Seungmin feels better. Less drunk, at least. His head aches a little, but not enough to bother him. He reaches out again, but this time he pulls at your shirt until you’re covered.

“Minnie”

“I’m up, you feel okay?”

You mumble again, and groan, but you don’t answer.

“Minnie…hmmm, don’t leave”

“Hey,” he crawls closer and runs a hand down your arm, “hey, oh you’re still asleep.”

You wake up when you feel his lips on your shoulder. “Min?”

“Are you up or talking in your sleep?”

“I’m up…oh no, what did I say?” You turn onto your back and grab his hand. “I don’t do that all the time.”

“Just my name”

“Oh”

“And you told me not to leave,” he squeezes your hand and searches for the soberness in your eyes, “I’m still here.”

“Sorry, I don’t usually speak so clearly”

The sleep-talking doesn’t phase him. In fact, the quietness of the room is a welcome change to his typical nights. The whole night, drunk as you both were, was quiet and calm. “Were you thinking about me in your sleep?”

“I must have been,” you move his hair away from his eyes, and now you’re searching for any leftover drunkenness. He seems wide awake and sober.

“It’s 4 in the morning, if you’re still tired…we can go back to sleep.” That’s not what he wants, but he also wants what you want. Seungmin figured you’d get into bed and both of you would sleep soundly until morning. But he woke up.

“No, I feel good. And you look good.”

The truth is, you are very tired. If you close your eyes right now, you have no doubt that you would fall back to sleep almost immediately. Instead you rip off the rest of the blanket and sit up.

“Where are you going?”

He watches you stand slowly, carefully, just in case. But your legs work just fine. Maybe Seungmin can change that. The thought sends a little wave a pleasure through you, and you smile when you turn to look at him, “bathroom.”

That is what you do, but you dig through the drawer under the sink as well. You didnt prepare properly, because you didn’t double check to see if you still had condoms, and if they were still good.

“Oh good,” you grab the half used pack and look closely at the date stamped on the bottom, "lucky.” But you make the mistake of looking at yourself in the mirror, and your reflection feels like it's a mile away. Your eyes blur, and the room spins for a moment.

A perfectly timed knock on the door makes you jump, and the box slips from your hand.

“Are you okay? I gotta go, too.”

“Yeah, Minnie, I’m coming,” you pick them up and palm them as you head for the door, “sorry, go ahead.”

Seungmin whistles as he returns and quietly shuts the door, “so are you…out?” He holds up the empty box and shakes it. “You left the drawer open.”

“Oh, no no,” you grab the condoms from your bedside table and show them to him, “we have two.”

He pulls one from your fingers and examines it for a moment, “I don’t think these will fit.”

─ ⋅⋅ ─

It’s stupid, and it’s reckless, and you know it. But it’s not going to stop you. From the moment he said the condoms—the only condoms either of you had, wouldn’t work, you tossed it back onto the table, looked up at him, “okay,” and grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants until he was right in your face.

“Okay” He sets his down, too. “Are you…” he groans when you find a good spot on his stomach, and he laughs when you graze your lips across his skin.

Every time you get back to his belly button, you tug a little more. His sweatpants start to tent, and you’re starting to feel exactly how much he wouldn’t fit into those condoms. One more tug, and you can see him—the stiff base of his cock, held still by the grip of your fingers.

He’s so hot against the fabric, and a wet spot of pre-cum starts to come through as you stroke him.

“I’m not surprised you like to tease,” he smiles down at you, but he’s blushing…everywhere. His cheeks, his ears, his neck. When he pulls his shirt over his head, he’s flushed all the way down to where your lips are.

Seungmin is just as lean under all those clothes as you imagined, and his shoulders…

“Turn around”

“Huh…turn?”

You stand and grab his hips, “yeah, turn around for me.”

He listens and peeks back at you the best he can—until your hands move from his hips, slowly upward, touching every bit of skin you can—across his shoulder blades, back down his spine.

The sigh he lets out is so content and relaxed, it actually puts you more at ease. He laughs sweetly when your lips touch him. “I like your teasing.”

Seungmin turns back to face you, and your fingers slide across him as he moves.

“Just admiring you." Yes, you are admiring him. Touching him, finally, is doing more for you than anything else possibly could. But every step forward now is taking all of your energy.

“Admiring? Me?” He cups your cheek and lifts until you’re looking at him, then pulls you close.

It’s sweet and it’s perfect, and you melt into him, but now you’re so distracted by his dick pressing against you. You push your hips in until he groans, slide your hands under his waistband.

Seungmin grabs back, and squeezes your ass. “Let me see you.” He pulls your shirt up and over your head before you can react, but you fold your arms over yourself before pressing back into him.

“Ah…I’m sorry, too fast?” His hands keep you against him. He holds so tight, you couldn’t escape even if you wanted to. “I should have let you do that.”

“No, I just—“

“I didn’t think you’d be shy”

A shiver runs through you when his hands move down your back, then back up.

“How about we…” he scoots closer to the lamp, keeping hold of you, and clicks it off. “Is that better?”

“Maybe,” you laugh, but it’s hesitant, a little edgy. “You’re too perfect, Minnie and…ah, I don’t know what's going on, I’m nothing special.”

“No, you're very special. What’s the matter?”

You relax a a little in his arms.

“I’m not perfect, not even close. You haven’t seen me after rolling out of bed at noon, or grumpy when my mouth hurts after getting these things tightened.”

You whine his name. You’re ruining the moment. Him comforting your sudden stupid thoughts and doubts—he’s probably already getting soft. “I’m sorry, I’m making a mess of everything. I'm not sure what happened.”

“Mm, no…you haven’t made a mess of anything.” Seungmin grabs your shirt from the edge of the bed and slips it back on you, “it's okay, we can get back under the covers if you’d like.”

─ ⋅⋅ ─

“Give me your hand”

Seungmin holds it up to you, then sets it in yours.

Back under the covers is where you end up, and you really do feel like a tease now. Poor Seungmin—his dick doesn’t know what’s going to happen next, but right now, you know he’s definitely not hard. You've ruined that.

“You think I’m perfect…can I think you’re perfect?” he lets go of your hand and runs his up your arm.

“No, I’m a mess. My skin, my hair is a mess. I’m getting chubby because I never watch what I eat. I don’t know why you’re here.”

“Because I want to be here. Because you brought me here and made me feel like I was yours."

“I was so high off of your words before. I thought I was dreaming when we were talking after dance practice.”

Seungmin moves closer, and now you’re sharing a pillow, and you breathe in every sigh he breathes out. His hand is moving so slowly over you, and he’s being so patient as it finds the curve of your hip and slides under the bottom of your shirt. “You’re not a mess.” He’s touching you and kneading his fingers into your side. Into your back. He works his way up and drags his fingertips up to your throat. “And they weren’t just words.”

How could you possibly deny him, looking at you like this? You shouldn’t, but your brain is telling you it will never work; it’s a waste of time. He’s going to really see you, and change his mind—he’ll find out how bad you are at this, and how emotional and unbearable you get when you do. It’s too much for him.

Still, his touch is as soft as his eyes, and he moves even closer until his leg can slide over yours.

“No, I don’t deserve you”

He isn’t sure how to reply to that, so he just stares. Maybe he’s waiting for you to crack a smile, or laugh it off, but you don’t. “Why would you say that?”

“You can do so much better than me, I promise.” You get as far as sitting yourself up, and your head pounds against your eyes. The alcohol is catching up to you and turning into a hangover already. “I shouldn’t have let it get this far, I’ve been stupid.”

“What are you saying?” Seungmin grabs your arm as you shift to get out of bed. His head is pounding now, too, because he's trying to figure out what went wrong and where he fucked up. “I can go if that’s really what you want, but give me a minute.”

You struggle with a response. You don’t want him to leave, but he should. And if he does, it might be the end of something that didn’t even begin. “A minute…for what?”

“To say something”

“Right, I’m sorry”

“I meant everything I said before, even if I didn’t say much. But you knew what I was thinking.” He lets go of your arm, because you seem to have relaxed. You’ve settled back in your spot, under the covers, back against the pillows. “I want you, and you want me…I think. And I need you around, I know that much. If I leave, will we go back to how we were before?”

There’s a long silence. You’re not sure if he wants an answer to that, but you don’t want to think too hard about it. Maybe, eventually, the memory of this can pass and you can be friends again.

“I don't want to go back to that. Not after this,” he answers himself. “So…”

Seungmin throws the covers off of himself, puts his feet on the cold floor, and then waits a few seconds before standing. It takes a moment to find his shirt, but he does and throws it on, and the entire time you watch him so intensely. But you stay quiet.

He knows you’re watching, and he takes his time, hoping you’ll stop him as he goes for the door. But you don’t.

And he anxiously waits for his phone to buzz after he grabs it from the coffee table. The empty bottles and glasses—the mess from the food scattered everywhere—Seungmin stares at it, waiting for a text that won’t come, and he decides he won’t leave yet. Instead he starts to clean.

─ ⋅⋅ ─

You’re stuck in your spot on the bed, phone now in hand, and you stare at the messages you’ve shared over the last week—to prove yourself wrong, maybe. Or just to make yourself feel worse. You couldn’t possibly feel any worse right now, though. Seungmin is still here; his scent lingers, and the feeling of his touch. But he left. You kicked him out, and deep down, you know you don’t want to subject him to whatever the future might hold. This isn’t possible, and thinking it could be was both of you just being struck dumb with lust. And maybe love.

You’ll be back tomorrow morning, right? I get my days mixed up sometimes, especially when I’m home for a while. Do you get like that? Maybe my memory is going already, haha I’ll be around if you’re free, so I hope you are. I can’t wait to see you again.

Seungmin is a good texter. He’s thoughtful and sincere, and he seems to choose his words carefully, as if he’s speaking to you face to face. That, or he just closes his eyes and types everything he feels. That wouldn’t surprise you.

I hope texting you so soon isn’t weird. No, it’s you! It’s not weird, or if it is that makes it normal for us. I hope you feel as good as I do. Good night ♥️

You pull the covers up to your chin and try to get comfortable. But you can’t take your eyes off the string of messages.

I practiced your song today! It might take a little more work to get it to sound good with my vocals. Maybe I need your input. But I’d rather surprise you!

He’s probably been working on it all week, and here you almost forgot about it. Before he sent this text, you didn’t know if he was serious, or it was just his opening line.

The sound of glasses clinking together echoes into the bedroom, and your heart pounds wildly. Then the pounding in your head starts up again, and for some reason you choose now to start crying. The tears start to brim, and you try desperately to keep them from going any further.

The sound of water running gets you out of bed fast, and you walk slowly to the bedroom door. You can see the kitchen light on through the crack, and the shadow of movement is there, too. His backpack is untouched at the end of the couch, and when you walk out to the hallway, you see his shoes next to yours. He’s washing the dishes and cleaning up the mess the two of you made.

“Seungmin”

He jumps and almost drops the glass.

“What are you doing?”

“Uh,” he sighs, “I didn’t want you to have to clean all this up in the morning. I’m sorry, I’m done.” He grabs his backpack and heads for the door. “Get some sleep before the sun comes up.”

One shoe is on, the other is halfway there as he stares at you. “Are you crying?”

You wipe at your cheek and feel what you couldn’t hold back.

Seungmin kicks his shoes off again and hesitates for a moment, but eventually, when you don’t speak, he closes the space between you. “You’re crying,” he takes your cheeks in his hands. “Please…if you won’t talk to me now, please call me tomorrow. Or text, I don’t care. Tell me you still feel the same as you do right now, and I’ll leave you alone.”

“Stop it,” you squeeze your eyes shut and feel more tears escape. Seungmin’s warm embrace, his arms holding tight around your shoulders, it makes everything else fall away.

“Stop what?”

“Being so good, and patient, and calm. You should’ve run off by now”

“Why are you so hard on yourself? You think you should be punished for…yes, I remember you saying that…for what? I know you want this.”

All you can manage is a mumble against his chest.

He relaxes his arms and grips your waist, “what did you say?”

“I do”

“Want this? Or think you should be punished?”

More silence from you, but he waits.

“I’ll leave. And I hope I hear from you tomorrow.”

He lets go, and manages to get into his shoes before you say his name. As fed up as he should be hearing his name again, he’s not. Seungmin looks at you with hopeful, tired eyes.

“Yeah?” He watches you closely, tilts his head to the side. You can see his eyes moving up and down over your body, "tell me I can stay.”

Your legs shake and your head swims. The ache behind your eyes is growing worse and worse, but looking at him makes it bearable, somehow. Even now, he’s ready to run to you as soon as you say go. But you can’t figure out why.

Seungmin is still who he is, and you’re who you are, and you don’t really belong together. Someone will find out and put a stop to it. But what if things slowly start to connect; fall into place; work out for a while? Forever? No, that doesn't sound right. Loving him before was easy, because you assumed it would always be one-sided and simple; no worries about making something work, or about working toward something. Now this is real, and it's a little bit scary looking at him and realizing how much you want him, and how big this could get.

"Say something," he sighs, and it sounds nowhere near as irritated as it should.

Your gaze drops to your feet, defeated—it moves toward his, and again, he’s taking off his shoes. Seungmin stands there and faces you.

“Okay...okay."

─ ⋅♡⋅ ─

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olinblogin · 3 months

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So I was rewatching Steven universe and I really liked to Concept of losing color to turning monochromatic, so- what if the clown!child!reader got told (by most likely Pomni since she probably doesn't know that the reader is an actual child and probably told em in the worst way possible 🥲) that Kaufmo abstracted and the little fella just starts going colorless day by day, not honking anymore because they're grieving in their own way, perhaps the reader starts getting meaner, pulling pranks that are kind of akin to Jax's but they're doing em in a way so others understand the reader's feelings. That they know what happened now, that they feel like Pomni was just Caine's way of replacing Kaufmo since he abstracted.

And now it's not just losing color, they stop attending meals as often, they start changing and for the worst. As time passes the pain starts to dull away, but it's always there. The reader regains some color, but somehow now they look,, older? More tired? It's hard to tell, they start socializing again, but it's not the same, it will never be the same again.

Sorry I got too silly with this one ISPHWIOS 😔

YES YES HES ANGST CONTINUATION RAHH

(Don’t mind the gif it thought it was funny 💀)

(WARNINGS - ANGST, NO READER, BITTER ENDING, ONCE AGAIN KINDA SHORT, MILD BODY HORROR, MILD DEPICTION OF DEPRESSION)

No one ever told you.

They never told you where Kaufmo went,

Where the one you loved like a brother had went.

You spent most of your days in your room, you weren’t allowed in Kaufmo’s room at all.

They even crossed out his face on the door.

Nobody has seen you in quite some time… but the time you did come form your room, they all noticed how discolored your once bright colors were.

“Hey, [Y/N]? Are you okay?” Jax wearily asked, Behr out of character for him; but he could notice the heavy bags under your eyes.

You could only give a slight nod in response.

Ragatha stepped in, trying to cheer you up, “we’re playing your favorite today, capture the Gloinks!” Only to be met without a reaction from you.

“Could we at least get a little honk..?” She asked; but when you squeezed your nose a pathetic, deflated squeak only left it.

“You never told me where Kaufmo went, is he okay?”

You were met with silence.

It was always silence.

You were fed up with it.

Trudging away from the group with your arms tucked to you, Caine explained what felt like the thousandth time of how to play capture the Gloinks.

That’s when Pomni came up to you, tapping you wearily. “Hey.. I heard you wanted to know what happened to Kaufmo..?” She was whispering, not that she’d need to. You were decently far away from the rest of the group.

“Well.. when I got here he… Ragatha said something happened to him called abstraction.”

A wave of horror washed over you.

You had to excuse yourself from everyone, scrambling to your room.

This couldn’t be real, he couldn’t be gone, really.

It had to just be some prank they were pulling on you for all the ones you’ve done on them.

You could feel a buzzing sensation under your skin, it felt like it was trying to eat away at your inner layers.

It wanted to get out. It had to get out.

The feeling would crawl all the way up to your chin, making you feel ill. It was only when you looked down at your hands when you saw the eyes staring back at you while eating away at your skin. It just kept eating. Even when your tried to tear it from yourself it only made it worse. This was your fate.

Destined to the same as Kaufmo. Once to be with him again. Would he recognize you?

Would you recognize him?

The thoughts iver flowed in your mind as the buzzing feeling finally consumed you, leaving no trace of the person you once were.

The once fun, loving prankster of all of them.

Reduced to nothing but a carving agony that would tear you apart gradually.

It was your time.

Goodnight, sweet [Y/N].

#tadc kaufmo #child reader #x reader #x child!reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #angst #x reader angst #ask box #writing requests #angst ending #angst with a sad ending

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apollodeath · 9 months

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Goodnight Kisses

König x Reader

Warnings: angst, mental illness, depression, anxiety panic attack

Reader referred to only as pet names and you. Translations are included.

Notes: it’s just fluff and sad feelings. I hope i didn’t miss any typos but this is my first König fanfic ever so hopefully it’s good.

Summary: it starts where a panic attack has ended because I feel more comfortable leaving out details about such a sensitive topic for myself. So this has slight mentions of feelings but I included skiable points, so that they are easily removed and removing them doesn’t change the view of the story at all. König is helping the reader with the aftercare.

“You did it. Just like I told you meine maus” he holds you to his body feeling your heart settle and your breath calm. König’s hand softly rub your back, your face buried in his neck. You softly feel the release of anxiety and the feeling of your body relaxing. It’s a great feeling, but you can’t help but feel like a burden on König knowing he’s had to help you so many times with panic attacks. You start letting tears fall because where fear once was, is replaced completely with sadness.

Translation: My Mouse. My Love

“Shhh meine Liebe… you’re okay now” he whispers pulling back to look at your face running his fingers through your hair. You lock eyes with him tears still flowing.

“I’m-I’m s-sorry…” you say with a stuffy nose and shaky voice.

König stops his hand goes to your face to wipe some of your tears. “Nein, meine kleine Maus… you don’t need to apologize.” He whispers softly pulling you into a hug again. The bed you both lay on is a huge king size but you’re both huddled so close in the middle.

Translation: no, My little mouse

Content Warning for below: panic attack feelings. To skip go to the next colored text.

Panic attacks are common late at night, especially after stressful days. Tonight while getting ready for bed you felt one creep in and you told König at the first sign of it. Once it was happing he started in with things that help. As in coping mechanisms.

Colored text. Safe below.

To König you look so small and breakable. He holds you firmly but also so soft at the same time.

“I-hmpf-hm-I-ah-brn-brnnn-“ Your mouth is buried in König’s shoulder and so shaky from crying that it’s just mumbling. He pulls you back a little.

“I’m sorry mine Maus repeat.” He asks sweetly, listening very hard this time.

“I feel like I-am a burden” he furrows his brows and shakes his head no.

“No, my love you are far from that.” He looks at your face so sad and gentle. His arm that’s been under your side and cupping your back/holding you stays put; taking the other and laying his hand on your chest. “You will never be a burden to me” he spoke firmly yet gentle to show his honesty.

“You always have to take care of me. You always have to help me with my anxiety… my stupid fears” you blurt out the last part just by simply being upset.

“Nein, no. mein Himmel, mein Leben I love taking care of you. I don’t think anxiety is stupid, my little Maus…” he takes his hand off your chest swiping your hair behind your ear. “I’ll always be here for you, Ich liebe dich.” He leans in kissing your forehead leaving his lips on your there for a couple seconds.

Translation: No My Heaven, my Life. Mouse. I love you

“I love you to.” you whisper feeling the worried sadness melt off your shoulders hearing his reassurance, his love for you.

He replaces his hand behind you pulling you to lay on him a little your head resting half on his chest half on his shoulder. “You will never have to fight by yourself as long as I am here. We are stronger together.” He whispered yawning afterward. You follow along yawning and the words he spoke made you smile and sniffle back your runny nose.

“If I’m sleepy I know you must be exhausted meine love” König kisses your head once more. “Goodnight, mein Schatz” he whispers.

“Goodnight, my love” you whisper back your eyes closed already; heavy with eepy. König’s breath lulling you to sleep. You couldn’t feel more safe and sound knowing you were in the arms of your protector.

Notes:

I hope this was a good little fluff/sad read? I’ve had a couple bad days recently and just wanted to express the way I think König would handle a situation like this. With so much care and love. We all deserve a protector to help support in many different ways. I hope if you’re having bad days or bad mental health days that you have a support and if you don’t I am here for you. I try my best to answer every message, comment etc. You’ve got this, things will get better soon. Happy days are on the way.

Stay safe!

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emikau1itz · 5 months

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ill take care of you

summary You go clubbing alongside Tom, your boyfriend. You end up drinking a bit too much alcohol…

Contains: Fluff, mentions of alcohol.

Im sorry if there is grammar/ spelling mistakes !!

You walk over to the bartender, you are very very drunk. "Can I get....uhhhhh..." You said slurring your words. Tom saw her and ran up to the bartender to stop her.

"I think were done drinking for tonight, thank you." He says in a thick German accent before handing some cash for the bartender, He grabbed your hand tightly and started walking you out of the bar. " But babyy..." She says in a whiney tone as he basically drags her to the car. "Shh... We're going home, Meine Liebe." Tom says in a soft tone while putting me in the passengers seat and buckling my seatbelt for me. He starts driving back to our place, One hand on my thigh. As we pull into the gated driveway. He quickly gets out of the car, picking you up and carrying you inside.

"Let's put on something comfy and sleep, okay schatz?" He carries you up to your shared bedroom, he places you down onto the bed. He goes into his walk-in closet and grabs a pair of boxers and one of his tshirts for you to wear. "Here baby, stand up ill help you." He says in a soft tone, his German accent peeking through. You weakly nod your head while lifting your arms up. He unzips your dress before putting his shirt and boxers on you.

"Ich werde mich umziehen, ok Baby?" You nod while sitting on the bed, a couple minutes later you run to the bathroom about to throw up. Tom hears you and runs into the bathroom to see you crouching over the toilet, about to throw up. He crouches below you and holds your hair into a makeshift ponytail while rubbing you back with his free hand.

"It's okay, it's okay Meine Liebe." After a couple of minutes you started feeling better, both of you stood up. He placed a kiss on your forehead. "can we sleep now baby?" you asked in a very tired tone. He nodded and led you to bed, he got into the covers first. He pulled you onto his chest so that your head was resting on it. He ran his fingers through your hair, helping you to relax. "Goodnight schatz" Tom said before kissing your lips gently. You were basically asleep by the time he says this he smiles.

"Ich liebe dich" He whispers before falling asleep with you in his arms.

Thank you for reading, Send in requests!!

#tom kaulitz #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz x reader #fluff #2000s #georg listing #gustav schäfer #bill kaulitz #early 2000s #2000s emo #2000s nostalgia #tokio hotel fluff #tom kaulitz fluff

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icdrawings · 8 months

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Corpse puppet au

By @sketchquill

Chapter 5

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The living world

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Wally's pov

I felt the wind against my face as I opened my eyes when I looked to see Gold starting up at the moon as their dress reflected the moonlight as the snow surrounded us 'they look magnificent' I thought before I started to talk "I spent so long in the darkness ,I almost forgotten what the moonlight looks like" I started to dance around feeling enjoyment in a while before turning to my beloved "join me dear" I said as I reach my hand out for them. It took them without hesitation to accept it giving me a soft smile as we started to slow dance, our first dance was a bit... well it was rushed so I wanted to finally have a slow dance with them in the moonlight, I couldn't be more happier, not once have we broken eye contact as we got closer and closer and closer as our heads were touching as Gold placed their hand on my face as we kept getting closer before...

"GOLD!!!"

'DAMN IT' I internally screamed as we pulled back "papa?" Gold said letting go 'nooooooo' I had to let them go "I'm sorry Wally I forgot, I should let papa know about you, hopefully he'll like you" they said letting go of my hand "perfect" I said trying to hide my bitterness "please wait here I won't be long" they said with a smile that made me melt "okay" I said as Gold walked away.

Once they were out of my site I fell to the gound and started having a tantrum about not getting my kiss

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Gold's pov

I speed walk out of the forest to see the Eddie was about to walk in "GOLD!!!" Eddie saw me, rushed towards me as he gave me a huge hug "oh my gosh peaches! Thank God your safe! What happened?!" He said checking my face to see if I was hurt "oh, no, no I'm alright, actually I need you to meet someone" I said grabbing his hands gently "wha-what! So that rumor, the other man, that was true?!" He said shocked "well... yes it was sudden but I would like for you to meet him" I said "gosh Gold really? me but I ain't your real father and I don't even know this man" Eddie said sadden so I gave him I hug "you may not be my real father but you are my papa and that means you're my family so I would like for you to meet him" I said "gosh, really? kid you're gonna make me cry, you're too sweet, am I even gonna like this man" he said wiping a tear from his eye "you would love him" I said with a smile "okay, okay! when do I meet him?" He asked a bit excited "I'll introduce him but I need to talk to Howdy first" I said stern "the last thing I know is that he is at his home" Eddie said "thank you Eddie now please go home, get some rest" I said as we both walked the bridge "okay, okay your right peaches, your right" he said as we got to the edge of the bridge "goodnight peaches" Eddie said "goodnight papa" I said as we went out separate ways "wait!" I shouted at Eddie making him stop and he looked at me "Frank says he loves you too" I said before rushing off to the Pillar estate unknown that Eddie was crying tears of happiness

I got to the Pillars estate and was about to knock but stopped when I heard the Pillar's talking "if ever I see that Treasure kid, ill strangle them with my bare hands" I heard Mr. Pillars say "your hands are too fat and their neck is too thin, you'll have to use a rope" Ms. Pillar said making me terrified as I backed away from the door looking for another way to see a brick wall, I knew what I had to do and started to climb up

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Wally's pov

"This is the voice of your consciousness, listen to what I say, I have a bad feeling about that person you know that Gold is no-" I smacked out Home out of my head as he fell into the snow "go chew someone else's ear for a while" I said with anger before continuing "Gold has gone to visit their papa, just like they said" I continued "if I hadn't been sitting in it, I would have said that you have lost your mind!" Home said insulting me 'how dare this little' I calmed myself down "I'm sure they have a perfectly good reason... for taking so long" I said sounding unsure "oh, I am sure they do, why don't you go asked them" Home snapped back "alright I will" I said ready to prove home wrong "after all, they couldn't have gotten that far with those cold feet" Home said as I let Home back inside my head and started to follow Gold's footsteps

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Gold's pov

I finally got to Howdy's balcony and knocked on his glass door see Howdy turn and gasp before rushing to open it "hello Howdy" I said "Gold!? I'm so happy to see you, come by the fire" he said letting me inside to sit down "where have you been? A-are you alright?" He asked franticly before grabbing my hand "you're cold as death, what's happened to you" he said before looking down at my dress "your dress!" He looked up "your hair!" He said as one of his hands went through it but I backed away from it "H-Howdy... I need to confess something" I said as he finally let removed his hand from my hair, I looked down not wanting to look at him at all just as I have been doing from the start only to look up when he held my hands more tightly "no let me confess, this morning I was terrified of marriage, but then, on meeting you, I felt... I should be by your side and that our wedding could not come soon enough" he confessed taking me by surprise but guilt as I pulled my hands away still refusing to look at him "H-Howdy I... I don't-" I tried to figure out what to say as I finally looked up to see Wally at the balcony as we made eye contact before me came in "my darling, just wanted to meet..." Wally finally noticed Howdy as he reached his hands out as I grabbed it making me closer to him "who is he?" Howdy said terrified to see the corpse husband "I'm their husband" Wally said with anger as he showed off his ring "Gold!?" Howdy question not understanding

I hugged Wally, burying my head in his chest in the opposite direction from Howdy as Wally held me tight "I'm sorry" I whispered trying not to cry due to the guilt I felt as Wally stared Howdy down with hatred "hopscotch" he muttered darkly as I held Wally tighter pulling us towards the balcony as crows surrounded us "NO! NO! GOLD!" I heard Howdy shout yet I couldn't look back only shutting my eyes waiting for it to be over

I felt my feet on the ground, reopening my eye to see that we where indeed back in the library in the land of the dead being harshly pulled off by Wally "you lied to me" he said angerily "I-I..." I stuttered "go back to that other man" his voice trembled as he pointed up " the-the m... m-marrige was... originally b-between me and h-him so... that-that does m-mean you are t-the other m-man" I was never good with confrontation, I would either submit or cry but I was trying not to cry in front of Wally, didn't want to look like the victim with Wally's misundstanding "NO! you're married to me! He's the other man!" Wally said crying 'i didn't it again another mistake, you hurt someone again, useless, heartless, NOBODY' my mind kept screaming at me as I started to shake a bit as Frank took notice but did nothing knowing that this is between me and Wally

"And I thought... I thought it was going so well" his tear gushed out causing his right eye to fall out, it right led towards me as I picked it up and cleaned it off staring into it "I-I am sorry, so s-sorry... cou-could... this marriage e... even w-work" I started to question "why not!?" Wally said as he looked at his eye in my hand "it's my eye isn't it" he said insecurely make my heart twist in pain "no, not at all, your eye is lovely" I said before walking over to him and carefully placed it back in making sure not to cause any further damage

Once in he looked away "in d-different circumstances...maybe... b-but we are d-different I am l-living and y-you are d-dead" my stutter got worse as I tried to explain but couldn't due to panic, stress, and pain, pain for hurting him, I tried to calm down my breathing to focus "you should've of that before you asked me to marry you" Wally said yelling and crying "I was p-practicing my v-vows... I-I didn't e-even know you w-were there s... so" I tried not to cry "so I was... a mistake?" he said sounding empty as I look to see his eyes full of hurt and rushed out of the library

I could only stare at the doors, the doors he walked out of, unaware that I was crying, unaware that I had stopped breath, unaware that my hand was clasped on my mouth, unaware that Frank was next to me after seeing me in distress, unaware that he tried to talk to me

I felt warmth, the good warmth, warmth that only be given by love, giving me comfort I finally gasp "oh thank the gods, you terrified me little one" I look to see Frank hugging me "... I'm... sorry" I said as he started to let go before he grabbed my hands "look, I may not know what exactly happened but something tells me that you wouldn't hurt him, at least not on purpose" he said gently rubbing my hands with his thumbs "right now you both need to calm down before talking again" he said "oh, okay... thank you" I said "how about you go on a walk, recollect yourself" he said letting go of my hands "I... I think I will thank you Frank" I said before walking out the library and started walking unknown that a certain bird was near by

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Jewel's pov

I was working on one the costumes for Sally when Poppy rushed in "oh hello Poppy" I said looking up from the skirt "Jewel dear your siblings is back" she said "really how are they?" I asked excited to know how they where doing "oh dear I don't think they're doing well, I saw them crying" Poppy said concern "oh gosh did you see where they were heading" I asked "down the street in think" she said as I rushed to the door "Poppy could you watch the shop please" I quickly asked "of course now hurry they need you" she said nugding her feather for me to leave and I did running full speed to comfort my baby sibling

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Chapter 6

#welcome home #o/c #wally darling #welcome home oc #wally darling x o/c #wally darling x reader #wally x reader #corpse puppet au #@sketchquill

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