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summertimemusician · 7 months

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Linktober Shadow Day 7

Gloom Hands

This goes out to the way I cackled hysterically once seeing these things in TOTK, well done Zelda Team. They're a terrifying concept and I really feel exploring that could be fun, even if this prompt gave me a headache and a half.

Bit late today because we've been pelted by way too many storms/lightning and writing on mobile with lightning shaking your house is generally a bad idea, so I spent most of the time writing this and the Linktober prompt by hand, then transcribing it back onto mobile as soon as I could touch eletronics without the major risk of being zapped and picking a god and praying that my internet wouldn't be too funky so I could get it out on time. Short one again though because I still need to finish the Linktober prompt so it should come out later today or fully tomorrow, sorry folks.

Anyway, as always can be read as romantic or platonic, also Sage is here both because of the prompt and because the mental image of Wild Reader and Sage trauma bonding over the extremely twisted nature Gloom/the Malice have compared to just dark magic in general in LoZ was too funny to resist, if Nintendo won't talk about the many variations of Dark Magic in LOZ and how it affects any who come in contact with it then lord darn it I guess I'll just have to do it myself (or as much as I can without breaking out the companion essay to the Realm of Darkness and Realm of Light essay which I'm already having trouble digging out).

TW:

Technically graphic descriptions of decay, gore and eldritch horror, and Reader just not having a good day in general, don't recommend reading I'd you're highly squeamish.

When you’ve first met Sage, as the Chain temporarily dubbed him, you and Wild didn’t miss the way he looked so, so haunted. Emotions warring like a storm as he looked Wild over in a mix of disbelief and the weariness of a wounded fox getting ready to bite just to escape, at the Chain with such longing ache that made one’s heart break, the way the first time he met Wolfie he didn’t hesitate to throw himself atop the canine and hug him so close like he was trying to melt into the fur, and looking at you like he didn’t know wether to cry, scream or to shut down before he buried it under the mask you knew your resident Champion could use when trying so desperately to keep it together, hands shaky as he signed in a way that set your teeth on edge and felt like you had taken a dozen of ice arrows to the back, urgent, 'It’s not safe. None of you should be here. You need to leave. Now.'

Needless to say it was alarming, even as you all knew just how ferociously untamed his and Wild’s Hyrule could be, with being overrun with so, so many types of divinity through each crack, root, drop and flesh of it’s beings. From Hylia’s cold calculating care, the Three Goddesses blood, tears and breath of life, to the Malice’s howling self sustaining fury, The Lost Woods ever overgrowing freedom and even the remnants of the Fierce Deity’s hunt in Satori’s and Malaniya's savage display of cyclic eternity, it wasn’t any surprised that apart from the Traveler’s Hyrule it was the most aggressive one with the smorgasbord of energy so thick it made even you choke on it everytime you stepped foot in it. Beautiful and free in an echo of it’s once untamed state in the age of myth even before Sky.

Over time, you and the Chain learned how to adapt to it. To listen to the warnings Wild gave about the Guardians and about the remains of Malice in his monsters, of how the moon had been forever tainted with it and how, until Sheikah tech was fully repurposed it would be best to avoid the castle all together it was difficult but manageable, and even if Sage’s reaction was alarming (and he seemed even more troubled once Wild passed onto him from Sky that, while he wasn’t to come with them yet due to how things were apparently ‘fated’ to happen, there was no way you all could leave quite yet, distantly sticking by Wild and Twilight when possible and checking on everyone’s health when not doing so), you’d though it would be much the same for his own, and in parts you were right as the Chain had taken to the new environment like fishes to water even if it took some adjustments.

Though you were quickly proven wrong, and you could have laughed at your past self’s naivety.

It was meant to be a quick run to clear a black blooded monster camp, and while decently challenging, it was over quickly between the Chain getting more apt at fighting the enemy, Sage’s addition as the man fought as ruthlessly and ferociously as Wild, switching between deadly marksmanship and feral combat on a dime and the absence of the unnaturally inteligent black scales lizalfos, you’d rest and be on your way quickly. Or so you all thought.

Twilight had been the first to smell it, the bubbling of dark but distinctively twisted magic, even more so than Zant’s brand of madness. Wild the one to spot it, the rot black and blood crimson building up at the edges of camp from his vantage point but it was Sage who had tensed, eyes snapping to the faint glow the Master Sword emmited just as the sky darkned before his frantic, alarmed howl swept over the Chain, the sheer desperate, protective panic making all of your boys still, because Sage never used his voice unless he absolutely had to, “IT'S NOT OVER! MOVE!”

It was all the warning any of you got before reality twisted, straining, and then finally screaming, the heavens staining with crimson as if gutted open, the eyes of a sin against nature itself cutting through your relief and infecting your veins with terror. It shakes you to the core, freezing with indecisive flight or fight as you spotted the tide. Heart in your throat as you tried to comprehend what you saw.

“WHAT THE-“, Legend cursed, looking ashen as his grip on his fire rod tightened. Really, all of your heroes look disturbed and you can’t blame them.

“Get to high ground if you want to live! We can’t fight these things.”, snapped Sage, much more composed, but no less frenzied.

None of you hesitate to listen.

(There were some unspoken rules, when in Wild’s Hyrule the first time around. If there is something the Champion, the most reckless of all Links, wasn’t willing to fight head on or said wasn’t worth it, the best course of action was to listen, specially if the group was vulnerable.)

The hands screech, the tide rolling over the land with an reality splitting clamoring, a sound so filled with fury and so, so twisted it made your Hylian’s ears friends bleed and you lift a hand to your head in pain as Wild pulled you along, Sage leading the charge for the nearest cliff face as Warrior’s threw Wind over his shoulders and Twilight didn’t hesitate before doing the same to Four, the frost from Legend and bomb arrows from Time and Sky barely doing nothing to slow it’s relentless charge, merely taking from it a distorted, pitched crescendoing belt of pure rage and the overlaying of many tortured souls screaming all at once, of Hyrule rejecting this existence from the world but wounded at being unable to vanquish it, the sound it makes as it spreads and drags itself across the ground with uncanny speed with it’s many, many arms like something in between sludge and smacking, wet, rotten flesh.

Sage switches between shooting arrows to helping the other Links up the cliff and shooting at it’s eyes with the strongest bow he has,making as many arrow fusions on the spot as he dares. The others quickly taking as many ranged weapons from their sides to do the same. You help Hyrule up the clifface, while Wild swipes Cryonis over the field, climbing up himself, being hauled to Sage’s side.

You are almost there when one of the hands latch onto your ankle, and you go down with a scream, Sage all but dropping the bow in his hand in favor to latching onto your hand with snarl. And

It.

Is.

Agony.

(It burns through you like your very atoms have been set on fire,bthe hands take the opportunity to sink into you, long long unnatural fingers sinking into your flesh in a unhurried blanket of darkness, the Demon King’s will is roaring, growling with abyssal rage, if it cannot rule Hyrule, it would kill everything in it instead. Gloom sinks into your cells, raptures the membranes and makes the skin slip, frantically invading, you taste rotten flesh on the back of your throat and the scent of wither and ash choke you as it sinks into your flesh, marrow, breaks down your bones bit by bit, cracking and infecting and breaking down your very essence with the fury of a dead deity which refused die, decay on an accelerated rate all over where the hands clutched like a vice as the Links trunfo pull you out or attack it and it is painful and it’s excruciatingly wretched and make it STOPCEASEITHURTS-)

A well aimed Skyward Strike severs the connection, the pain stops and you fall into Sage, breathing hard and unevenly, grasping at him like a lifeline, clawing and counting at Wild’s arm on your other side like a wounded animal, your taste blood on your throat from the screams that were ripped from it, Hyrule falling to his knees on your side as healing magic washes over you like a shroud, trying to get you to respond.

Reality howls along with you, before all is silent.

It barely took a second.

“... Just what were those things?”, rasps Sky, horrified, a sentiment echoed through the Chain, though you can’t focus on it, trying not to choke on your own blood and to pull yourself together, Wild’s hand unconsciously settling on your pulse, shaking, and Sage’s tense tone cuts through the air as he scans the area. Still tense, tone hoarse.

“... The reason why I wanted you to leave.”

Later, much, much later, before you all leave, you learn they are called Gloom Hands.

It’s unanimously agreed that all you hold loathing for those abominations, even long after you’re forced to leave Sage.

He whispers something to Wild on the way out, hugging him close, trembling. Your Champion nods, you can’t make out the words, but you make sure to hold him as close as you can before you go, indulge him in checking for your pulse even long after you’re healed.

You hope he’ll be safe, he hopes that the next time you all see each other again, it’ll be under better circumstances.

#linked universe x reader #linked universe wild x reader #linked universe sage x reader #Does Sage know more than he lets on? Absolutely. Will he ever talk about it? Probably not.#Up to interpretation what Sage told Wild because it's very intentional that no one but him hears it #Yes I threw the Chain right in the middle of his adventure just to cause future worry and trauma lol #Just saying. The Gloom Hands are as much a living being as they are an infection upon the living land that is Hyrule #None of the aspects of Hyrule like it and the people in it much less.#Due to the many faces of Dark Magic in LoZ not even people connected to it are down for it in this essay I will-#I have a lot of thoughts about it in my mind and headcanons to try and fill in the gaps but sadly the storm kept me from addressing it #Also shout out to the ask about my thoughts on it.#I apologize for the wall of text you shall receive once I'm actually well rested enough because 'tis a long one #but just thinking about it helped me dive into this prompt with all the vigor of a possessed victorian widow #after inheriting her husband's state #I have way too many thoughts about the nature of Hyrule and the lore and connections behind it's magic lol #summer writes linktober shadow 2023 #summer writes

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godlizzza · 6 months

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can we get Dan bottoming? I think he deserves it after all he's been thru

Dan had never struggled to ask for what he wanted in the past.

However, in the past he had never felt the want to get fucked up the ass, so it hadn't really been a problem. Now, though, it was a problem. He and Herbert had only just settled into a kind of routine that incorporated sex into their daily lives, so for Dan to ask for a role reversal felt too spontaneous, too unscripted.

For some reason he was convinced that Herbert would make a big deal about it. That Herbert would grin and tease him about his desires until Dan was so hot with embarrassment he would burn to a crisp. So, he resolved to keep it to himself. After all, he certainly enjoyed what they were already doing, so was it really a great loss that he wouldn't know what if felt like to have Herbert inside him?

Christ, just thinking about it got him all hot and bothered.

Herbert had clearly picked up on Dan's antsy behaviour. He cast him a look across the kitchen counter one night while he was scrubbing dishes. Dan had taken the opportunity to sit at the counter and watch. It was a rare sight to see Herbert so scrubbed down and domestic, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and soapy suds clinging to his arms, so he tried to indulge in it when he could.

His sweet musings were broken when Herbert said, "You've been acting weird lately."

This had Dan's hand falling from its place propping up his chin to slap against the marble countertop. "Huh? Me? Acting weird?"

"Yes," Herbert said, narrowing his eyes at him. "So, what is it? Was it something I said?" His voice turned mocking on the last sentence, pulling Dan's mouth into a frown.

"No. It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

Herbert turned his attention completely on Dan then, ignoring the dishes still piled in the sink to place his fists on his hips. "Don't be difficult, Dan."

"I'm not-"

"You are, so just tell me. Is it something to do with that experiment from yesterday?"

"No, Herbert," Dan sighed, running a hand through his hair. He was growing steadily warmer the longer this line of questioning went on. "It's nothing to do with the lab."

"Then what?" Herbert sounded exasperated, as thought Dan were being ridiculous.

And maybe he was. Weren't you supposed to openly communicate with the people you were fooling around with? Even if that person was Herbert? With another sigh, Dan tried to push past his embarrassment and get his thoughts in order.

"It's about us. And...sex," Dan admitted, his voice barely a whisper.

Herbert merely pursed his lips. "Alright. What about it? Let me guess, we're not having enough of it to satisfy you?"

"No," Dan shot back, heat shooting up his neck (though he certainly wouldn't refuse if more sex was on the table). "I was just wondering if you'd ever thought about, you know...switching it up?"

"How do you mean?"

Dan licked at his lips, which had suddenly gone dry. "I mean, like...have you ever wanted to-? Like, instead of me fucking you-?"

"Oh." Herbert blinked at him as though he'd been expected a far more complicated answer than the one Dan had just stammered out to him. "You want me to fuck you?"

Dan bit down on the stab of lust that hit his stomach at Herbert's words. He settled for nodding, trying to decipher the look on Herbert's face. The look that held no trace of mocking contempt. Herbert, instead of pointing and laughing at Dan for asking to get his ass pounded, simply shrugged instead.

"Alright," Herbert said, drying his hands off on a dishrag. "Did you want to do that right now?"

Dan nearly fell right out of his seat.

They didn't end up doing it right away. Dan had a shower first, during which he cleaned himself thoroughly and attempted to finger himself open. The idea of having Herbert do it--of prolonging any instance that would involve Herbert kneeling behind him and staring directly at his naked, spread open ass cheeks--was too much to consider. It would be simpler if they could just get right to it, Dan decided. He'd tried this on himself a handfull of times, but it hadn't been for too long, and never with the intention of sticking something larger inside afterwards.

However, he thought he managed to do an okay job of it. So, by the time he emerged from the bathroom in only a towel, the water still clinging to his chest and dripping from his hair, there was a slight ache between his legs. Herbert was sat on the edge of the bed, folding up his pants and laying them on the ottoman. This gave Dan a prime view of Herbert's bare legs, milky-white and dusted with dark hair. His shirt-stays were still clinging to his thighs, the ring of them ending just past the cuff of his underwear. The sight nearly drove Dan to forget about his own plans to get railed and throw Herbert down on the bed to ravish him.

But then Herbert looked up at him and swept his gaze along the length of his body. The way his eyes darkened and settled to stare at Dan's bare chest had Dan swallowing against the sudden thickness in his throat.

"How did you go?" Herbert asked, his voice coming out oddly scratchy.

"Um, okay, I think," Dan replied, slowly approaching the edge of the bed. He didn't know how to start this. Should he just lay there and let Herbert have his way with him? He had no idea. "Uh, I'm not sure- How do you normally like it?"

Herbert took a moment to consider this, eying Dan up as he did. Eventually he rose to his feet and took Dan's hand, guiding him to take his spot on the edge of the mattress. "I'm not too picky but I quite like it like this."

He gently pushed at Dan's chest until Dan laid back, his feet still touching the carpeted floor. Herbert crowded in close until he was stood between Dan's legs, leaning forward to stroke his hands along Dan's thighs. His fingers brushing under the towel and hiking it higher up towards his hips had Dan sucking in a sharp breath.

Herbert's eyes were twin flames of burning desire as he loomed over him. "What do you think?"

Once again, Dan's voice failed him, so he just nodded jerkily. "Uh- Yes. Yes, okay."

"Good," Herbert said, sounding equally shaky.

He leaned down until his elbows pressed into the mattress on either side of Dan's torso. Dan pushed himself up to meet Herbert in the middle. They kissed languidly for a moment, Dan closing his eyes to luxuriate in the feel of Herbert's lips on his. Then Herbert gasped against his mouth and the temperature in the room spiked. Dan could feel himself getting hard as Herbert trailed a hand down his stomach, brushing the hairs along his navel, before settling on the edge of the towel.

It was when Herbert teasingly stroked his fingers along the length of Dan's erection over the towel that Dan wrenched his mouth away with a stuttering breath.

"Okay, come on. Touch me."

"So impatient," Herbert chuckled.

He tugged the towel open and Dan was suddenly naked, splayed out below Herbert who was still half dressed. Something about that just turned Dan on more and he was suddenly desperate for Herbert's cock. His face burned at the thought and he covered his eyes with his hands, sure that what he was thinking must've been written all over him. He heard the sound of a bottle being popped opened and the squelch of lube being squirted out. He only peeked between his fingers when he felt the cool brush of Herbert's slick fingers at his ass.

Herbert's face was tense with concentration as he pushed a finger inside. Dan gasped at the intrusion but it didn't hurt. Herbert's pointer finger easily slid all the way in to the knuckle. He added another and then quickly another, pumping Dan with three fingers, testing him out. Dan clutched at the sheets, eyes screwed shut as he tried to get comfortable, adapting to this new sensation. It was okay--something Dan could get used to--but it was when Herbert grasped his dick to jerk him off in tandem with his fingers that he moaned.

"Good?" Herbert asked softly and Dan nodded vigorously.

"Yes. You're so- Ah!"

Herbert curled his fingers, brushing against that sweet spot inside Dan and Dan saw stars. White hot pleasure lanced down his spine, sending his toes curling against the carpet. Were it not for Herbert's handing squeezing his cock he might've come right then and there.

"Fuck," Dan wheezed, blinking against the sweat trickling down his brow. "Fuck."

"Okay," Herbert said tightly, pulling his fingers out and releasing his cock. "I think you're, um, good to go."

Dan whined at the loss, suddenly feeling empty. He propped himself up on his elbows to watch Herbert unclasp his shirt-stays. They flopped down to dangle over his thighs, but the rings of black spandex remained taught around his legs like matching torniquets. Then he was pushing his underwear down to pool around his ankles and stepping out of them. Watching Herbert stroke himself, slicking himself up, getting ready to fuck him- It did things to Dan's psyche.

Herbert stepped close, one hand wrapped around his cock, the other running up and down Dan's leg. He pushed at Dan's thigh until Dan got the message and curled his legs up, lifting his feet off the ground. Laying there like that, his knees splayed apart, Herbert standing between his legs, he'd never been more exposed, but he didn't feel embarrassed about it, like he'd thought he would be. Instead, he just thrummed with anticipation as Herbert lined the head of his cock up with his entrance. The brush of Herbert's cock against his ass made him shiver, his body aching to be filled.

Herbert flicked his eyes up to Dan. "Ready?"

"Yes," Dan said in a rush, the words spilling over his lips. "Yes, I'm ready. Let's just- Okay?"

Herbert bit down on his lip, seemingly to fight off a smile. "Okay. Let's just."

And then he was pushing inside, cutting off anything else Dan might've even thought about saying. It took a minute of pushing in and pausing to give Dan time to adjust before Herbert was finally sheathed inside him. When his hips were flush with the back of Dan's thighs, Dan let out a choked groan. Herbert wasn't a big guy but it was still the most of another person that Dan had ever had inside his body. It was so much. He had no idea how Herbert did this on the regular, like it was no big deal.

Herbert's face was pinched with desire, his eyes squeezed shut and his glasses slipping down his nose. His breathing was coming out in shallow puffs, colour flushing up his neck and dotting his cheeks. He looked blissed out before he'd even started moving. It made a surge of fondness for him swell inside Dan. He had never met a more trying, irritating person than Herbert, but in that moment, he was as endeared to him as he'd ever been.

"You can move now," Dan told him, his voice sounding too loud in the quiet of the room.

Herbert cracked his eyes open and nodded. He rocked his hips slightly before pulling out and thrusting back in. Dan gasped at the feeling, his hand flying out to grab Herbert's collar. Herbert kept his grip on Dan's legs folded in on his chest as he began to set up a stuttering rhythm. With every thrust, a little breathy cry was dragged from Dan's throat. He felt like he ought to be doing something--contributing in some way--but he supposed his ass was the contribution. He was so used to being active during sex that he had to keep reminding himself that just laying there and taking it was what he was supposed to be doing.

Herbert clearly didn't have any complaints if the string of deep grunts he was letting out as he pounded into him were any indication. Dan gritted his teeth and hissed at a particularly hard thrust that pushed him up the sheets a few inches.

"Sorry," Herbert huffed, his voice coming out rough and throaty. "Too much?"

"Maybe a little," Dan rasped.

Herbert kept going at a gentler pace, fucking him with short, slow movements that had Dan letting out a wobbly breath.

"I don't know how you do this," Herbert whispered.

Dan barked a laugh at that, blinking up at the ceiling as Herbert hunched over him further. "That bad, huh?"

"Shut it. It's not bad. It's--mm--good. Very good. So good I don't know how you--ah!--make it last."

"With much difficulty," Dan told him sliding his hand around to clutch at the back of Herbert's neck. He yanked him down until their foreheads were touching and gasped, "Now, come on. Don't stop."

Herbert's eyes widened. "Did you think I was going to?"

Instead of responding, Dan pushed his face up to kiss him. He moaned into the kiss as Herbert continued to fuck him, drawing a sound out of Herbert that vibrated between their lips. Dan hooked one of his legs around Herbert's back to tug him even closer, even deeper, and that was enough to send Herbert over the edge. His mouth fell open against Dan's as he came inside of him with a guttural groan.

The feeling of a wetness spreading out inside of him was odd to Dan. Odd but not unpleasant. The knowledge that it was Herbert's come, that he'd enjoyed fucking Dan so much that he'd shot his load inside of him just made his eyes flutter shut and relish in the feeling.

Herbert's shoulders slumped but he didn't collapse on top of Dan. Instead, he pushed himself up on an elbow and reached between them to take Dan's cock in his hand. Dan was so worked up, so turned on by the sound of Herbert crying out as he'd reached his orgasm playing in his head over and over, that it didn't take long for Herbert's clever hand to work him up to the edge. He buried his face in Herbert's neck as he came, some gurgled noise tearing from his throat as he shot ropes of come over his own stomach.

Herbert pulled out and rolled off of him to slump beside Dan on the bed. This left Dan with the decidedly grosser sensation of feeling Herbert's come leaking out of his ass. He'd definitely be needing another shower.

"Well?" Herbert said after what seemed like eons.

"Yeah?" was all Dan's sex-addled brain could formulate.

Herbert huffed out a scoff of a laugh and turned his head to the side to look at him. "Well, what did you think?"

"You're asking me to think? Right now?" Dan complained, rolling his head to stare back at Herbert. He was still flushed, his pale skin blotchy in places and his hair a mess, but he still managed to look imperious as he raised an eyebrow at Dan. Dan rolled his eyes. "It was good, okay? Really good. You totally rocked my world, baby."

Herbert gagged and tried to roll away but Dan caught him round the waist and pulled him back down against the bed.

"I was having a good time until you said that," Herbert said, pouting just enough to tempt Dan to lean over and kiss him.

Dan hummed into the kiss, breaking away only far enough to mumble against Herbert's mouth, "I can show you a good time."

Then he was throwing his leg over Herbert's hips and crowding in on top of him. If he was going to need a shower later, anyway, he might as well get a little dirtier.

#ask and ye shall receive #let dan have his back blown out #its what he deserves #danbert #dan cain #herbert west #spice #n sfw #re-animator #my fics #writing prompt #asks #reanimator

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ongreenergrasses · 1 year

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Meaningful gestures prompts TOG joe/nicky

"Don't you dare wake them up."

hi anon 💖 i love this prompt, i hope you enjoy!

Joe doesn’t remember the last time he slept.

They’ve been moving around a lot, after Merrick. (Joe’s life has become temporarily divided, before and after Merrick. He didn’t ask for this.) All the different time zones and strange hours for travel have been messing with him. Joe’s even lost track of where they are, which normally he’s good about remembering.

“Copenhagen,” Nicky says when Joe asks him.

Their hotel room is too small and too white. Joe goes out and buys the first florid too-bright blanket he sees. It’s got a print of a tiger and some lilies, and it’s absolutely hideous. Nicky still smiles when he sees it, and that night he falls asleep almost immediately in Joe’s arms.

Joe waits until Nicky is fully asleep before he rolls onto his back and stares up at the ceiling. He lies there like that for the rest of the night.

When Nicky gets up, he does as well. He’s sure that he must have slept for an hour, maybe two, but it doesn’t feel like it.

Nicky’s brittle at the edges and everything about him screams that he wants space. Joe can’t give him space, not in this hotel room. It’s so small that the two of them are circling each other until Nicky walks out, the door shutting slightly too hard behind him.

Joe goes to Andy and tells her that they’re leaving. She looks sad, but she hugs him and tells him that she and Nile will be all right.

The next morning when they get to the airport, it turns out that the four of them are on the same flight to Amsterdam. Nicky seems annoyed by it, so Joe braves the coffee line for both of them, which earns him a smile.

Joe doesn’t remember the last time he saw Nicky properly smile. Since before Merrick, to be sure. (And there it is, again. Joe hates having his life divided up by something so horrible.)

There’s something about airports that exhausts him. They have a connection on from Amsterdam, and Joe’s eyes feel so heavy he can barely keep them open. He finishes his coffee and before he can overthink it, leans his head on Nicky’s shoulder. Nicky slightly adjusts, then runs a hand down Joe’s spine to his waist, pulling him in closer.

Joe doesn’t know what happens, only knows that between one blink and the next, he’s asleep.

He only wakes slightly when he hears, or feels, Nicky speaking. “Don’t you dare wake him up. He hasn’t slept, Andy, not for days.”

Joe hears Andy murmur something in response, but it’s lost as he falls back asleep.

Joe sleepwalks his way through their flights, and getting to the house, and helping Nicky at least open the windows to get some of the dust out, before he collapses on the bed, with Nicky curled up next to him, and finally, blissfully, gets some actual rest.

meaningful gestures

#ask and you shall receive #lovely anon #prompts #the old guard #joe x nicky #yusuf al kaysani #joe al kaysani #nicolò di genova #nicolo di genova #i really should change my tag to nicolò al-kaysani bc yes i am that bitch lmaoookxkcnc #i am also rationalizing then flying by the fact that it’s better for them to move quickly #let the man sleep!!!

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mystery-star · 6 months

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Sorry sorry im having Tree brainrot bc I'm sick so I need to share, tag youre it.

Just. Imagine having a little bit of a fever and you're juuuust sick enough to be kinda miserable and sleepy and kinda grumpy, but not like Super Sick. Just coming off of a bug (projecting? Yes.) And Tree comes over to check on you and finds you shivering and scowling from a bundle of blankets on the couch. Before you know it he's snuggled up on the couch with you laying on top of him and he's taken over the remote for the TV and it's warm and cozy and finally, finally you fall asleep there while he hums and channel surfs

You-you drop into my inbox with such a sweet thing about my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE MOVIE that I feel no one else values as much as me with this and you apologize???

I'm sorry you're still sick tho :( Hope it gets better soon

Also yess yess. Imagine you missed the Saturday game and that's how he notices and goes to check on you. He'll even try to cook and prolly mess it up and just get you something from the diner or so in the end. AND he also gives you yet another blanket.

Now to my brainrot (which I'll have to make for Johnny bc he's always on my mind(also the thing is a random example, has not much to do with my day lol)): You're having something like a panic attack out in public and John just is by your side immideately, telling others to piss off and mind their own business while he gets you away from there, gently hugs you, rubbing your back and tries his best to distract you by talking about something you enjoy and even offers you a little chocolate bar from his pockets.

Tag you're it again :) Yes, let's make most of the brainrot while it lasts I'd say.

(ALSO I am working on a John Biebe sickfic rn and even wrote an imagine about a sick reader already in case that would help...)

#ask and ye shall receive #mystery alaska #tree lane #john biebe #mystery alaska imagine #sorry not sorry for my followers you might have to induldge this now #i correct #deffo need to indulge this #because SOMEONE prompted me about my fave movie #and I'm not done talking about it #don't think i ever will

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queenofbaws · 1 year

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For those new years prompts! Number 5 of the dialogue for Josh Sam? I’ve been dying over them again lol

happy holidays!!! I hope you a lovely time, and happy new year!!! We made it!!!

It felt weird being at Emily’s New Year’s Eve party – not bad, just weird. Sam couldn’t remember the last time she’d gone anywhere but the Washingtons’ to watch the ball drop, it was just sort of their thing! Their house was made for New Year’s, what with all the giant tvs and wide, open spaces for people to mingle, and Emily’s place was nice, but –

Oh who was she kidding? This had nothing to do with the Washingtons’ cushy interior design and everything to do with missing Josh. The twins too! Just…just mostly Josh.

“Someone’s got it baaad,” Jess singsonged as Sam walked by, letting herself out into the chilly night, and she couldn’t even disagree.

As she shut the door behind her, the party grew muffled but not silent; she could still hear Mike’s voice going up and down with excitement as he made his way through a definitely-not-embellished story, could hear someone laughing, could almost make out the words of the song playing over the speakers. It was another major change from the Washingtons’ usual shindig – there was no silence at those, no matter how far you ran.

Sam zipped her coat up and sat down on the stairs leading up to the stoop, letting her head tilt back as she took a deep, deep breath of the icy air. This wasn’t how she usually did things, chewing at her nails and waffling back and forth, that was the kind of thing Chris and Ashley did, not her. And yet…there she was. Jess had been right to tease her, she didn’t think she’d had more than two conversations tonight, and the party had started hours ago.

It kept coming back to Josh. Like always.

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and turned it over in her hands, knowing what she was about to do but pretending she hadn’t quite made up her mind yet. It was funny how one stupid crush could send you spiraling back to your middle school days, making you get all wobbly in your knees and fluttery in your stomach. How many times had she jokingly nudged her friends, teasing them for being too shy to say anything when someone was clearly flirting with them? Probably more times than she could count with all her fingers and toes. And what was she doing now? Pretty much the same thing.

Well. Sort of.

“This is so…dumb,” she laughed at herself, swiping to wake her phone back up. There was no going back now, she opened her contacts and tapped on Josh’s, setting her elbows on her knees as she hunched herself against a slight breeze.

For as long as she’d known the twins, Josh had been – there was no nice way to say it – a problem. He was snarky, he was rude, he was funny, and worst of all he was smart enough to know exactly how to use all of that to his advantage. She’d spent more time than she was willing to admit pretending she didn’t have a big old crush on him, not just because he was her best friends’ older brother and that was as cliché as cliché got, but also because he was, well, kind of a dick. An endearing dick, sure, but a dick nonetheless.

The thought made her snort, and she smiled as her phone rang, knowing full well what she was about to do to his already overblown ego. That was fine, though. He really hadn’t left her any choice. When he and the twins had revealed they wouldn’t be able to do the usual party this year because they had a Big Important Family Event, the only thing more ridiculous than their theatrical groans and wails of distress was how her stomach had just…dropped into her feet. That was when she’d realized there wasn’t any point in denying it.

Jess had said it best: She had it baaad.

Sam sat up a little straighter as the line clicked and rolled into Josh’s voicemail recording, her eyes similarly rolling up towards the mistletoe and holly Emily had hung from the eaves above her. “Washington Pictures, Incorporated,” his message began, and God help her, she could hear the smirk he’d recorded it with, “our kills are your thrills. Please leave a message after the beep, and remember: All requests for autographs will be denied.”

“You really need to change that,” she said once the message tone played. “One of these days, someone’s going to think you’re serious, and I’m not saying your dad would sue you for copyright infringement, but…” Again, she had to laugh, shaking her head as she came to terms with what she was actually about to do. “Know what? I take that back. Yes he would.

“But hey, I know you’re busy with family stuff tonight, so don’t worry about getting back to me or anything…it’s just that I’m at Emily’s thing, and…ugh, okay, go ahead and laugh at me all you want when you’re listening to this, but I’m going to be honest with you, Josh. I’m not having fun here. I mean, I am, don’t tell Emily I said that, holy cow! What I meant to say is I didn’t really realize how much I was looking forward to your party until you guys said you weren’t doing it this year. And…I didn’t really realize how much of that was me looking forward to spending New Year’s Eve with you specifically until…you weren’t…here. So.”

She reached up and quickly tucked a piece of wind-blown hair behind her ear, rubbing carefully at her face so as not to smudge her makeup. “So. Um. Happy new year. I hope your family isn’t being completely unbearable, and…I promise that if you were actually here, I’d say this all to your face, okay? I would. But you’re not, so you get a voicemail, and if it’s a voicemail you choose to pretend you never got, well…that’s fine too. Now, I’m sure I’m about to get cut off, so – ”

Click!

And just like that, the line went quiet, and she was left shaking her head at herself on the stoop. “Professionally done, Giddings,” Sam sighed, sliding her phone into her jacket pocket. “Just like in the movies!” She took one last deep breath of the winter air, then stood, stretching herself out. Rambling message or no, she had to admit, having the whole thing off her chest felt pretty good. Maybe she’d go back inside, have some snacks, one more drink, watch the ball drop, and put the whole thing from her mind until tomorrow, when she’d no doubt begin to wonder whether Josh would –

“Sam!”

“Oh man, we get a welcoming party? Sick.”

“Jesus Christ, if you’re out here, it must really be miserable inside…”

There wasn’t enough time for her to understand what was happening before someone had thrown themselves against her, their arms wrapped so tightly around her that she thought she might suffocate. “Please don’t say you’re leaving!” Hannah begged, hugging her even tighter before letting go, putting an arm’s length between them to look her over suspiciously. “You’re not, are you? Not when we just got here! Please? Please!”

“I’m…I’m not…” Sam looked around her, and lo and behold, there were Beth and Josh, both wearing similar looks of relief. “I thought you guys were at a family thing all night?” she asked, looking between the three of them.

“Yeah, funny thing about that,” Beth said, hopping up the steps and walking past her, already tugging her hat off and shaking her hair out. “Dad was being an even worse tool than usual, so we bailed. Tell me there’s pizza, oh baby, tell me there’s pizza…” She didn’t wait for an answer, hurrying into the party and leaving them on the porch.

“You just bailed?” Sam asked.

“Waited until he wasn’t paying attention, then we dipped out the back door. Real smooth, you would’ve loved it.” As she watched, Josh glanced down at his phone, a wrinkle of confusion creasing his forehead. “One new voicemail from Sammy, huh? My curiosity has been piqued!” Smirking, he started his way up the stairs to join her and Hannah, waving his phone teasingly. “Anything important? A confession of undying affection, perhaps?”

“Perhaps,” she said right back, quirking an eyebrow. Beside her, Hannah grimaced and pretended to gag, sticking her tongue out.

Josh only grinned wider, tapping his phone and bringing it to his ear. “Easy way to find out…” he joked.

Hannah said something then, Sam knew she did, but she couldn’t really bring herself to pay attention. She nodded along, smiled, made the right sounds as she went through what was probably a more detailed version of how they’d made their escape, and all the while she watched Josh from the corner of her eye, feeling her palms go sweaty and tingly in her jacket pockets.

“…what?” Hannah asked as she caught on, looking from Sam to Josh and back again. Her tone grew slightly more frantic when Josh slid his phone into his pocket and turned to Sam, his expression caught somewhere between cartoonish disbelief and what she hoped was dawning delight. “What?!”

“You heard the lady yourself, Hanz,” Josh said, still looking at her like he was trying to decide whether she was playing some sort of prank on him. He must’ve decided she wasn’t, though, because his smirk became a smile became a grin, and Sam was positively helpless to keep from returning it. “Confession of undying affection. What can I say? I’ve got that effect on people?”

“Oh, you’ve got an effect, all ri – ” Sam started, but when Josh brushed past Hannah and bent to her, she wasted no time in popping onto her toes to meet him halfway, taking hold of the front of his coat to steady herself as their lips came together in a kiss either much too late for the mistletoe hanging above them or much too early for the New Year’s countdown. It was perfect either way, soft and slow and everything she’d let herself daydream about since her traitorous crush had first taken root.

“Oh God!” Hannah groaned, whipping the front door open and launching herself into the party as though escaping a hatchet-wielding maniac. “We should’ve stayed at Aunt Frannie’s! We should’ve stayed! Eugh!”

Sam turned to watch her flee, laughing through a heady mix of relief, elation, and a teeny-tiny shred of embarrassment. It occurred to her for the millionth time that yes, this was the danger of falling for your best friends’ brother, and yes, she’d probably have some explaining to do once they went back inside. But that would come later. Right now it was New Year’s Eve and the stars were bright, and as Josh bent to kiss her again, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she wasn’t the only one who had it baaad.

And that was all she could’ve hoped for.

#until dawn #jossam #josh washington #sam giddings #new year prompts #queenie writes supermassive #icequeen-07 #heheheehhehee ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE!!!#happy holidays to you too!! i hope this year wraps up beautifully and the next one starts twice as nice for you! :D

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blindmagdalena · 1 year

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would you ever write .. ...... whispers....

butcher x reader........

................. .................................. ............................................. maybe.

#I'M A **LITTLE** TEMPTED #i'm billy-curious if you will #but idk i'm nervous about going off brand #this is not a yes and i'm not accepting prompts for him BUT #we'll see how i feel after writing him in EYE haha #as soon as i told my wife billy was gonna be in EYE she was like 'layla should just date billy'#but she's a karl urban fangirl so #darling anon #ask and you shall receive

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arianimates · 6 months

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Art ask 4 and 7 :)

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

Gonna name the second most bitch one to draw since I named the first one before.

Probably the Shopkeeper from Episode 9 because I COULD NEVER GET HIS FREKAING HAIR RIGHT

7. A Medium of art you don't work in but appreciate

Probably ceramics or painting. Especially the latter

#ask and ye shall receive #ask prompt

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ex0rin · 1 year

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I see all your asks (I love and appreciate all your asks!) and I'm gonna try to do one or more a day for the next week at least 🥰

#cara writes #ask and ye shall receive #like good goddamn its been awhile since my inbox has been flooded like that #maybe January will just be a prompt writing month #in prep for febuwhump

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dolores-hazy · 2 years

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Send secrets to my inbox...

And I'll try my best to turn them into poetry. I know it won't make any negativity go away or the bad better. But maybe just maybe it can be seen in a new and hopefully more beautiful light.

#been a while since i did this #and sure could use some more inspiration #the words don't come as easily anymore #secrets to poetry #inspire me #prompt me please #writing prompt #inspiration #ask away #ask and ye shall receive #to the best of my ability

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gaslightgallows · 8 months

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"If you don't find me, you'll find the things. You'll touch what my hand touches" -- Crowley/Aziraphale

In every fandom, I am required to write a 'partner helps another partner bathe' fic. This is that fic.

Title: Like Petals in a Storm Rating: M Summary: Between the discorporation and the almost-execution, Aziraphale’s having a bit of trouble keeping body and soul together. Tags: Past Discorporation, Dissociation, dizziness/vertigo, Crowley is a Mess, Aziraphale Has PTSD, Sick Aziraphale, Bathing/Washing, Hurt/Comfort, Intimacy, Caretaking, Worried Crowley, Forehead Touching, Aziraphale's Genitals Are Not Specified, No Sex, Post-Almost Apocalypse

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #let's get some intimacy up in here #good omens fanfiction #prompt and ye shall receive

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godlizzza · 1 year

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Prompt: more jealous Dan stuff please!!!

Dan had just about had it.

Ever since he and Herbert had moved into their little Chicago apartment, their next-door neighbour, Randall, had developed an obvious infatuation with Herbert. It had started on that first day, when Dan and Herbert had carted all their belongings up eight flights of stairs, Herbert grumbling and grousing the whole time. He'd objected to the apartment from the beginning, claiming it was too small and they'd have no space or privacy to work. Dan had talked him into it, assuring him it would only be a temporary place for them to reassess and plan their next move.

Then Randall had shown up with a welcome casserole and Dan had quickly begun to regret his decision.

He was a tall, gawky guy, his polo shirt tucked into his belted jeans. Something about the way he rolled the cuffs of his pants up, showing a strip of garish, patterned socks, and kept touching his hair as he jabbered away to a deadpanned Herbert, brought out the spirit of a teen bully inside Dan. He felt the urge to shove this guy into a locker and steal his lunch money. He was just such a...dork.

It didn't help that, for whatever reason, he'd taken an instant liking to Herbert. He was always making the most transparent excuses to drop by their apartment. First it was to ask Herbert if he needed anything--"I knew the old tenant and he'd complain all the time about this leaky pipe." Then it was to ask Herbert if he'd like to go for brunch sometime. Dan had even come home on one occasion to find Herbert and Randall sat at the dining table having coffee.

And that was the worst part of it. Herbert wasn't encouraging Randall but he wasn't discouraging him either. When he cornered him in the kitchen one day and questioned him about it, Herbert had been nonplussed.

"He's annoying but he's harmless enough," Herbert had shrugged. "Besides, he just gives me things. One has to take advantage where they can, Dan."

Then he'd kissed Dan on the cheek, patted his chest, and sauntered off. Dan supposed Herbert thought that was the end of it, but it wasn't the end for Dan.

He came home from work one day, exhausted after a twelve-hour shift, and stumbled to the fridge, hungry for a pudding cup. When he opened the door, however, he found himself blinking blearily at a casserole. He stared at the red porcelain dish and the half-eaten vegetable casserole within blankly for a few seconds before straightening up and closing the fridge. His hand remained clenched around the handle as Herbert walked into the room.

"Oh, you're home," Herbert said mildly, grabbing a cookie from the jar. "I didn't hear you come in."

Dan released the fridge and turned in time to catch Herbert around the waist. Herbert startled but allowed himself to be pulled to stand between Dan's feet. His hands went to Dan's chest as Dan held Herbert's hips. He peered down at Herbert, who stared, half the cookie bitten between his lips. Dan brushed his thumb just below Herbert's lip, disturbing some crumbs.

"Were you waiting up for me?" Dan murmured.

Herbert sucked the cookie into his mouth and made quick work of chewing and swallowing. Dan watched his throat bob.

"Well, yes-"

"Come on," Dan said, cutting him off. He pulled Herbert down the tiny hall by the hand, pushing the bedroom door open with his foot.

Herbert stumbled after him, eyes wide behind his glasses. "I thought you'd be tired."

Dan pushed him onto the bed and crawled over him, already tugging at Herbert's buttons. "I'm not tired. In fact, I feel totally energised."

He swooped down, sealing their mouths together and swallowing the pleased moan Herbert made.

Dan fucked Herbert hard into the mattress that night. He fucked him so hard the headboard was slapping against the wall in time with Herbert's cries. Dan had made a point to be loud himself, mixing Herbert's name in with rambling, crude dirty talk. He'd usually be embarrassed at some of the things he'd said, but when one was putting on a show, they had to put such reservations aside.

Interestingly, Randall stopped coming around after that. Dan wondered if it had anything to do with the bedroom wall they shared with him. It really was remarkably thin.

He smiled to himself as he ate vegetable casserole leftovers straight from the red porcelain dish.

#ask and ye shall receive #danbert #dan cain #herbert west #smutty smut smut #n sfw #re-animator #my fics #asks #writing prompt

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ongreenergrasses · 2 years

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25 for Book of Nile if that sounds fun to you!

hi dirah! it sounds super fun so here you go 💖

Nile walks past the claw machine. Then she walks past it again. Sure, it could be that Booker is deeply intent on getting one of the stuffed animals out, but the way he’s bent over makes her think -

“Book,” she says, trying not to laugh, “are you stuck?”

“Stuck? Nile, of course I’m not stuck.” Booker bends his arm experimentally and winces. “I can get my arm out at any time.”

“Oh, of course,” Nile says. “Can you get it out now?”

Booker does try, she’ll give him that.

“Why’d you get your arm stuck up that thing?” she asks. Booker mumbles something. “What?”

“I,” Booker says, still twisting his arm in a way that’s going to -

“Don’t break your arm!”

He stops. “Huh,” he says, and then, “I was trying to get you that one, with the claw machine, but for some reason it - did not work.”

“Which one?”

“That one.” Booker indicates a stuffed penguin with his free hand. “Because, ah. Quỳnh said you liked penguins.”

Nile does like penguins.

It’s really sweet. In a very Booker way.

“Let’s get your arm out,” she says, “and then I’ll show you how this thing works.”

shakin things up

#ask and you shall receive #nevermindirah #prompts #the old guard #book of nile #nile freeman #nile #booker #sebastien le livre #this was one of them that I looked at and immediately went yes. bon.#Nile’s love of penguins brought to you by katia bakingmoomins and this brought to you by the worst day at work I’ve ever had. goodnight

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tiktaaliker · 2 years

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would fane like memento

fane would like memento but not as a friend. fane would likely think of memento as a mildly interesting bug that theyll poke at with a stick occasionally

#ask and ye shall receive #anonymous #for context fane is pretty much the physical embodiment of misinformation who is also a sparkledog #and probably the MOST sane and normal person in mortally coiled #but compared to the shit fane and null normally deal with memento would be pretty small potatoes #so any probable threats of violence from memento towards both null and fane would end up being kinda amusing to fane and not much else #also idk what prompted these asks about my OCs and how they get along but theyre very fun I'm having a great time c:

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ki-yomii · 1 month

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➥ pairing | jeon jungkook x f!reader ➥ word count | 1k ➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, pet names, established relationship, masturbation (solo m), panty kink, switch!jk, semi public sex, exhibitionism, cum play ➥ summary | request: was wondering if you could do another short chapter of what will happen if y/n chose to wear the underwear jungkook used to masturbate with🥲 ➥ notes | ask and ye shall receive lol. i changed the prompt a little but i hope you enjoy anon 💚 also sorry for any mistakes its 3 am 🥲

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"You might wanna hurry up," you warn, your lips teasing the corner of Jungkook's trembling mouth with every breathy word. "They're gonna start wondering where we are."

Bar bathrooms aren't the most discrete of places, certainly.

Not only could anyone walk in to find you with your pants tight around your thighs - hands stretching out the waistband of your panties to keep yourself exposed to your boyfriend - you've been gone for long enough, the other's are going to come looking.

You might have another ten to fifteen minutes if Jimin gets distracted by shots (even less if he doesn't).

Jungkook groans, low and throaty. "I'm trying, I -- fuck!"

A shiver rattles his frame. Sweat dapples his forehead, clings to the downy soft hair at his temples. One arm braces him against the stall, the other working furiously between his thighs to no avail.

"I don't think I can cum like this, baby."

You hum, dragging the tips of your fingers up the length of his exposed thigh. The muscles bunch, jumping beneath the whisper of your touch. His lashes flutter.

The intensity of his gaze when his eyes catch yours sends sparks of awareness ricocheting down your spine, blowtorch bright. His brows furrow low over blown pupils; the pretty amber of his irises a thin ring of glittering gold.

When his teeth tug on his lip ring, you want to take a nibble for yourself, attention drawn to the red bitten swell of his bottom lip as the metal dimples the flesh.

You swallow, rough.

So pretty like this, you think.

"Fuck, that's it," he hisses, voice reedy and thin with desire. He rolls his wrist, squeezing the swollen head of his cock between his fingers until a clear bead of pre-cum oozes from the tip. "Keep looking at me like that."

Your stomach swoops.

Liquid fire burns through your veins, settles into a blooming warmth that hooks behind your navel. Your thighs clench, and your hips twitch. You throb when he stares down at your pussy, transfixed by the sticky slick clinging to your folds and the pulse of your clit.

"I wish we were back at home," he says, tongue darting out to lick his lips. "Wanna fuck you so bad, baby."

You sigh in agreement, ducking forward to ghost a kiss over the corner of his jaw. "Please, Kook. We don't have much time. Give it to me. Wanna feel you cum on my pussy, wanna play with myself all wet and messy when we get home."

His fist slams against the stall door, his head rolling back between his shoulders as he grits his teeth. His other hand reaches down to massage his balls, a thumb digging into the base of his shaft.

"Shit!"

So, so close. And yet...

"If you don't now, you won't be able to for the rest of the night. You know how the boys are - we're gonna be out until at least 2 AM."

Jungkook huffs, “I know, trust me. I want to cum, but I’m telling you I can’t.”

It’s adorable how frustrated - how miserable - he looks as he works a hand over the length of his soaked cock. Movements short, rough; desperate strokes meant to get him off quick and dirty because you're running out of time.

"My poor baby," you say.

Heart hammering against your ribs in anticipation, you tilt your hips out. Your stance widens, allowing you to slip a hand between your thighs with ease. Fingers stroke down the length of your slit, tips dipping into your entrance to gather sticky arousal.

Jungkook watches you all the while, his breath stuttering from him in heavy pants. His eyes are twin black holes; dragging you in and refusing to let go. His hand's movements never paused, still working at his cock with long, heavy strokes.

"Here, let me help with that."

Reaching up, you take your soaked fingers and trace them along the curve of his mouth. Smear your slick into the chapped skin. Tease the tips along the soft velvet of his inner lip.

Your breath catches when you feel the flicker of his tongue lapping up your arousal, his gaze burning into yours.

"You taste so good."

Teeth nip at your fingers. When he speaks, his words slur together and his hand speeds up until his inked knuckles are a blur of movement.

"Hahh - wanna bend you over right now, eat you out until you're crying. Fuck you full. Make - make your pretty pussy squirt all over my cock."

"Yes," you breathe, touching your forehead to his. Your noses brush as you share space, the air heavy with arousal. "Just like that, baby. Now... don't you wanna cum all over me? Soak my panties and make me walk around the bar all messy just for you?"

"Oh fuck, oh fuck!"

When he finally falls over that edge, his mouth drops open on a silent whine. His eyes scrunch shut as the fingers of one hand curl over the top of the stall, the other a loose ring for him to fuck his hips into.

A full body shudder rolls through him.

Spurts of cum stripe along the top of your mound, dripping down over your throbbing clit to pool into the crotch of your panties. The fabric darkens, sticky and damp.

"That was so hot, baby." Jungkook runs his clean hand through his hair, fingers trembling. He's glassy eyed, dazed as he shoots you a dopey smile. "Haven't cum that hard in a while."

You smile, tossing him a wink while you pull the waistband of your panties up your hips. You moan when the fabric clings to your folds, pussy throbbing; a sticky friction you'll feel with every step.

You kiss his flushed cheek, and say with a wink, "Mm, now let's get back out there. Wouldn't want them thinking we were up to something, would we?"

His laugh echoes off the bathroom walls, following you out into the din of the bar, his body a line of heat at your back. When you get to the shared table, you're not fooling anyone.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x you #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts smut #jungkook #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you #jungkook fic #bts jungkook

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