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exhaslo · 5 months

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Hi love! How are you? I’m so in love with your writing and I wanted to see if you could write something for me? 🥺 (only if your requests are open.)

I was wondering if you could write a Sugar daddy!Miguel? The reader is working at little club and notices her one night working, running all over the place serving drinks to other drunk people. Miguel calls her over for a drink and talks to her for a bit. He tells her “someone as beautiful as you shouldn’t be working in a place like this?” And offers her to be his sugar baby, she’s surprised at his request but takes it. After he spoils her she realizes she starts to have feelings for him and he does too. 🫶🏻💗

Sure thing! This might be late from when you originally requested, but I finally got it done! Haha. I won't do too much of a age difference, since I'm not too comfortable with large age gaps, but hell, sugar daddies can be the same age too!

Right??

Warning: Fluff, language, teasing, fluff fluff and fluff

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Another day, another dollar. That's how you tried to keep motivated. Did it work? No, but your bills sure did play a part in getting your ass off the bed. Being an adult sucked. Where you worked, also sucked; but were you going to quit...Not yet.

Although, you were desperate for something new.

You hated your job. Working at a stripe club, serving drinks to drunk and perverts. It wasn't your ideal choice, but it was the only place that was willing to give you a chance. You couldn't afford to go to college and your bills were too high to wait for anything else.

You had been told by your boss that you'd make more money as a stripper, but to hell with that. You knew the risks and quite frankly, you were afraid to dance half naked in front of so many men. Though, it didn't stop you from getting some tips here and there.

"Another round over here, sweet cheeks!" One of your regulars called out.

You let out a huff, pouring more beers into glasses. Before hitting the floor, you fixed your booty shorts once more and hurried to him. The drinks hit their mouths before you even put them on the table.

"Geez, trying to hit a record? At least let me get them on the table before inhaling them," You teased.

"Drinks from you are too good to not have, baby. I'll take it nice and slow next round if you get on that stage."

"Not even in your dreams, pal." You huffed, walking to the next table.

You hated this place. You hated the customers. Hell, sometimes you hated the pay. It was not enough for the shit you had to deal with on a daily bases.

"(Y/N), VIP guest is requesting you from bring them a popular drink. Doesn't care which one, he just wants you to deliver it. Don't fuck this up." Your shitty manager said over the radio.

"Great."

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Miguel let out an obvious sigh, signaling to his brother that he was not happy to be there. He would groan and grunt, but unfortunally Gabriel had gotten used to those noises and somehow tuned Miguel off. Honestly, it was a talent.

Since Miguel was forced to come to the club, he might as well have made the best of it. Miguel grabbed the VIP room and made himself comfortable. His sunglasses making him the center of attention sure did help with keeping Miguel seated in his seat.

He watched the crowds of men cheer towards the strippers, begging for more and throwing their money. Miguel exhaled softly, looking at his private stage. There was no need for him to be here. He should be outside, stopping crime.

"Miggy! Stop being such a brood and have fun!" Gabriel huffed, poking his head into the room. Miguel shrugged,

"I am having fun. See? I'm here."

"Such a bore."

Miguel rolled his eyes towards his brother. He hummed lowly, watching the people in the club. He furrowed his brows, spotting you run around with a scowl on your face. He couldn't help but smile. To think there was someone else in here who was just as unhappy as him.

Miguel pondered to himself. He had been wanting to do something risky lately. That and he was touch starved. Perhaps he could save someone tonight, but in a different matter. Hell, it could be fun too.

Requesting for you, Miguel leaned back in his seat and waited. With his heighten senses, Miguel resisted a chuckle as he heard you cuss under your breathe. By the time you arrived, you had a obvious fake smile against your lips and a tall, colorful drink in your hand,

"Hello! You requested me?" You asked sweetly. Miguel raised a brow as he took a sip of his drink,

"Couldn't help but noticed you working too hard out there," He said smoothly and motioned to the seat across from here, "Your boss can't see us from here. Take a break."

"Ha, you trying to get me fired?"

"Perhaps, if you're willing to listen and take my offer," Miguel said, continuing to force the sweet drink down his throat.

Miguel watched you hesitate before taking a seat. Your clothes were obviously too tight for you.

"So, what's your offer?"

"It's obvious that you're too good and beautiful for this job. So, hear this bored man out," Miguel tried to get you to smile, "I have too much money and not enough to spend it on. Would you allow me to waste it on you?"

"Huh? Like...Have you as my sugar daddy?" You questioned, observing him, "You only look a few years older than me. How can you be that rich?"

"Plenty of ways. I won't have you do anything you don't want. Just a date here or there, and in return you can spend as much money as possible on whatever you want."

"So....just a date in return?" You hesitated and glanced at the club, "I am being punked right?"

"Why would I lie?"

You glanced at the club once more, honestly considering the man's offer. You were desperate and what was the harm in just playing along for a date or two? If you can pay off your bills and get enough money, you could run away if things got too scary.

"Deal, I'm (Y/N)"

"Miguel."

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Part of you still doubted Miguel and his offer. Even as you quit on the spot and held his card in your hand, you still doubted it. It was only until you officially paid off a bill and was asked on a date that it hit you. This was real. You nabbed yourself a Sugar Daddy.

And a hot one at that.

Honestly, you weren't too disappointed with your situation. Miguel was really kind to you and didn't ask for much. Your first few dates were honestly some of the best you've ever had. The most you did was hold hands and a small peck on the cheek here and there. It was sweet and simple.

You really only used his money to pay off your bills and do some small groceries here and there. Honestly, you were more into having another date with Miguel. He actually listened to you and took care of you. Something that made your heart flutter.

"Hey, Miguel, want to come over to my place tonight? I'll make dinner." You asked him over the phone.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. I want you to come over," You said with a smile as you cleaned your apartment, "I want you to try my cooking for once."

"Then I'll be there."

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Miguel was honestly surprised by your request. He was new to this whole Sugar Daddy business and was enjoying it for what it was. Your little dates gave him energy after a long day of Alchemax and the Spider Society.

Your little touches made him want more. Honestly, Miguel was having a hard time holding back. He was enjoying this too much and wanted more from you, but that was not part of the deal. Miguel didn't want to push you away.

Swinging around the city, Miguel tried to think of ways to approach you in the matter. He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to tell you that he liked you, but what if you didn't? Miguel only approached you because of how beautiful you were and how much you looked like you needed a break.

This wasn't part of the deal.

"But please say yes."

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You could feel the sweat on your palms as you finished prepping dinner. You even wore a sexy dress to get Miguel's attention. Hearing your door bell, you hurried over and let Miguel inside. You greeted Miguel and pecked his cheek, hiding your blush.

"Um, don't mind the mess." You motioned him inside. Miguel tried his best to keep his hands to himself,

"It looks fine. You on the other hand, beautiful." He hummed. You hurried to the table, placing the plate before him, "Smells amazing. You truly didn't have too."

"Like I said...I wanted too." You sat beside Miguel, watching his reaction, "I can only thank you for much. I want to show more of my appreciation."

"You don't have too, baby," Miguel rubbed your head, "I chose to take care of you."

"And if...I want more?"

"Money?"

"No!" You nearly yelled and inhaled deeply, "Sorry, I didn't mean to raise my voice, but I'm not that greedy. I was wondering if maybe, I can give you more....affection."

"I don't want to force you to-"

"I want too!" You told Miguel, grabbing his hand, "Miguel, we've been in this relationship for about two months now. You've done so much for me and honestly...I really, really like you. I want to be with you and kiss you and-"

Miguel was the one to interrupted you this time as he pulled you into a kiss. Both of his hands cupped your cheeks, holding you in place. He could feel shivers run down his spine as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

This was what he needed. What he wanted. Thank whatever God listened, but Miguel was grateful that you shared his feelings in return. Breaking the kiss, Miguel stroked your lips and hummed in response,

"You are such a good girl for me," He whispered. You rested your forehead against his,

"You know, I never mentioned how much of a turn on that is whenever you say it."

You couldn't help but laugh as Miguel immediately grew flustered. He nudged his side and signaled towards his plate. Miguel cleared his throat and finished his meal alongside you. Once the two of you were done, you both decided to watch a movie.

More like make out on the couch.

Your Sugar Daddy soon turned into your 'Daddy' really quick. You now had new bills to worry about, aka pain killers and muscle relaxers because Miguel was a beast in bed.

But hell, it was worth quitting your job for him.

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Waaaaaah, I hope you liked it!!!!

@tojishugetiddies

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soap-ify · 6 months

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nsfw below , MDNI

just thinking about how johnny catches you listening to one of those porn audios.

cw fem!reader, HORRIBLE ATTEMPT AT SCOTTISH ACCENT, filming a nsfw audio, ass smacking (he LOVES ass), pussy easing, p in v, just pure filth — 1.4k words.

johnny saw you on the couch inside the small, cozy apartment you both lived in, your cheeks warm due to blood rushing to them while your fingers mindlessly fiddled with the hem of your shorts, eyes darted elsewhere — purely lost in your thoughts. your earphones were nicely snug in your ear, your breathing a bit heavy and quick while your phone was placed upside down on your lap, causing him to get very curious. just what could be riling you up so much?

he sneakily got behind you, leaning in a bit closer. that's when he heard some muffled sounds coming from your earphones — familiar noises of moans and skin slapping against one another. his brows knitted in amusement, a wolfish grin plastering on his lips as he stared at your side profile, unnoticed by you. dirty little minx, he thought to himself.

he swiftly removed your earphones from your ears, causing you to flinch in surprise and look at him, eyes widening up. "j...johnny?" you squeaked out in embarrassment, trying to squirm away though his rough hands had already caught your wrists, effortlessly pulling you onto his lap.

"didnae ken my lass liked to listen to that filthy stuff." he chuckled cheekily, his hands letting your wrists go and instead grabbing onto your waist, making you properly sit on his lap, chests pressed against one another.

you whined in protest, feeling too exposed due to your boyfriend catching your little secret. "i-i wasn't!" you blatantly lied, already regretting it once his hand came in contact with your plush ass, smacking it through the fabric of your shorts.

"shut it." he growled into your ear, lightly nipping on your earlobe, causing you to shiver on his lap. both of his hands began to fondle your soft ass, his face burying into the crook of your neck, warm breath fanning against your skin.

"say... wanna try makin' one of 'em with me?" he grinned.

that's how you found yourself inside your shared bedroom, clumsily balanced on your knees and hands, all bare and shivering due to the cool air from the air conditioner caressing your skin. johnny was behind you, knelt down on the bed while his rough hands held your hips in place, face buried in between your legs, mouth latched onto your puffy clit as he nibbled on it gently, earning soft whimpers from you.

he was recording it all. an audio recording app was turned on his phone, which was placed on the nightstand. the audio quality may turn out to be crappy in the end, but he didn't fucking care.

"all mine, eh?" he muffled against your cunt, fingernails digging into your plush skin while his tongue licked long stripes on your aching folds, sucking and slurping, making obscene noises as if he was a starving man eating his last meal. when you nodded shyly in agreement, he clicked his tongue and raised his right hand to gently smack your ass. "use yer words, lassie. want 'em all to hear ye moanin' like the needy wee thing ye are." he sneered.

"mmh—! yeah, all yours, johnny..." you managed to moan out, eyes all glossy with unshed tears due to how insanely filthy yet good it felt. after all, you would have never thought even in a million years that you would film one of those dirty audios. but here you are now.

he chuckled under his breath, continuing to work on your cunt — rolling your sensitive clit with his tongue and sucking on it gently while his nose was pressed against your entrance in this position, your legs trembling profusely, indicating your arriving orgasm.

"johnny—! so close, please..." you pathetically sobbed, your torso slumping down as you buried your face against the soft pillow, squelching sounds of your cunt being eaten out filling up the room.

johnny didn't stop, continuing to use his tongue on your puffy clit until you couldn't take it anymore, clenching around nothing as you came hard with a whiny moan, body convulsing in pleasure as your sweet cum dripped onto his tongue, causing him to groan in satisfaction, hungrily lapping it all up and tasting it. "fuck— so tasty, eh? ye love me eatin' ye out, right? love my tongue playin' with yer clit, shoving it in yer tight hole. fuckin' filthy." he chuckled softly as he pulled away from your cunt, chin wet with your juices, speaking so lewdly and words descriptive for the goddamn audio you both were filming.

you sniffled, ass still raised up while your chest rose and fell, hair sticking to your face as your head tilted back to look at him, seeing that shit-eating grin on his lips. "yes, johnny..." she babbled out, mind foggy from the pleasure.

"aw, look at ye. all mushy now." johnny cooed softly, pressing soft kisses on the back of your thighs, his stubble tickling your skin, causing a relaxed sigh to leave your lips. his hands would slowly tug down his sweatpants alongside his briefs, freeing his girthy cock that was already swollen with need, tip angrily flushed red and smeared with his precum.

"god... got my cock all hard. that's what ye do t'me, lassie..." he breathed out, shifting behind you so his cock was now aligned with your slick folds, his hands holding onto your waist. he would lean forward, nudging the tip of his cock with your entrance. earning a muffled noise from you.

"hush, easy..." he grunted, gently pushing the tip of his cock into your tightness, shuddering at the way your walls instantly clenched around him, trying to suck him in. "such a needy wee thing ye are, tryin' to suck my cock in with your tight cunt. been waitin' for this all day, huh? been imaginin' me fillin' ye up as ye listened to those audios of yers?" he licked his bottom lip, gently pushing his length around you. he was so fucking thick, shaft stretching your cunt nice and wide. once he was fully inside you, he let out a groan of pleasure, hand reaching out to gently caress the back of your head, royal blue eyes adoring the arch of your back.

you moaned sweetly once he began thrusting his cock in and out of your, tip slamming against your cervix without even trying. filthy slippery noises filled up the bedroom, air thickening up as his hips rutted against yours, your walls fluttering around him.

"johnny—! mmph..." your words soon turned into incomprehensible babbles, face nuzzled against the pillow while your drool dampened the fabric up, your hands clutching onto the sheets beneath you. felt so fucking good. each thrust made your eyes roll back, lips part open while he bullied his girthy cock into you, feeling it twitch inside your wetness.

"bloody hell... so close, lassie. want me to fill ye up?" he groaned, earning a quick nod from you. his grip tightened on your waist as he maintained the deep, sensual thrusts of his cock, one hand reaching in between your legs to fiddle with your aching clit. you were so close too to another orgasm, tongue slightly stuck out as loud whimpers left you.

soon your climax had hit you again, even more mind-numbing then before as you squeezed around his girth hard, a white ring forming around his shaft. he groaned in pleasure, that tight squeeze driving him to edge as waves of pleasure hit him like a truck, his balls tightening up before he released his thick ropes of cum inside your poor cunt, a shaky moan escaping his lips.

his thrusts slowed down but didn't stop yet, gently pushing the cum in and out of you, watching some of it drip down and stain the sheets. he will have to clean it later.

"fuckin' gorgeous... did so good f'me." he panted heavily, his fingers running through your hair as you tilted your head to look at him again, eyes all teary and lips wet from drool, cheeks flushed — looking all fucked.

he carefully slipped out of you, gently cupping your face in his hands as his lips met yours, kissing you with so much care. he grabbed his phone after that, grinning in victory as he stopped the recording. "gonna upload it later." he laughed teasingly, causing you to giggle sheepishly, trembling hands weakly swatting against his chest.

it was safe to say that the filthy audio you both had made had blown up on reddit, and it only encouraged johnny even further to make more of these with you.

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aisnextdoor · 21 days

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DISJOINTED - han taesan x reader

there are far worse things to be addicted to

PAIRING: taesan x reader GENRE: established relationship, fluff | WORDCOUNT: 1.7 k WARNINGS: weed/marijuana use, smooching, minimally suggestive

The high hits you slowly, then all at once. Each time you double over to echo Jaehyun’s laughter at Riwoo’s jokes, your consciousness moves first and your body follows, slow and stilted.

There’s a fuzziness behind your eyes, like the static of Taesan’s old records that has you reeling, head tilting back against the seat of the scratchy sofa.

You stay like that for a bit, letting your thoughts drown out the faint hum of noises bouncing around the walls of Leehan’s basement. Thinking of nothing and everything. Losing yourself in the haze.

There's a drag of cold fingertips against your cheeks, wandering to tuck your stray hairs behind your ear, that brings you back. The same touch tugs at the lobe gently to coax your eyes open.

You’re rewarded with a glimpse of Taesan’s soft eyes as he takes you in. The lazy smile that pulls a bit wider at your lips, and the breathless laugh that escapes them as you reach out for him instinctively.

Taesan obliges, like he always does, scooping you up from your spot on the floor to flop unceremoniously half on the sofa, half on his lap.

“You’re finally here. I missed you, you took fucking forever,” you complain with a stifled yawn. A swift kiss is pressed to your cheek, the silent apology accepted with a roll of your eyes.

“You can't possibly have missed me that much. Looks like you were having tons of fun on your own, getting started without me,” Taesan teases. His hands slide under the hem of your shirt to rub at the small of your back, snorting as you jolt at the icy temperature.

You try to wiggle away from his frosty touch but Taesan only snakes his arms around you tighter, trailing goosebumps across your skin. “I didn't have much choice,” you grumble, “It was either smoke or have Jaehyun hog and finish it all before I can even get a whiff.”

There's a faint yell of indignation from across the room that you ignore, instead busying yourself with untangling Taesan’s chains. You follow and separate the twists in the links up towards his neck. Your boyfriend stills his motions, busying himself instead with admiring the way your brows knit as you pull them apart.

(It was a mystery to you how Taesan’s necklaces always managed to get so tangled. You could never recall him having such problems before you started dating. Luckily for him, you were more than happy to indulge his whims and untangle them at the beginning of every meeting.)

When you’re nearly done, and you've reached the nape of his neck, the pads of your fingers brush against the long strands of Taesan’s overgrown hair. They come back cold, and you freeze looking up to blink at him owlishly, “your hair’s wet,” you say, voice tinged with bewilderment.

Taesan leans back in a laugh, hands too occupied holding your waist to shield his smile like they normally would. “You’ve only just realized?” He shakes his head like a dog, spraying you with the remnants of the droplets that cling to his bangs.

The splatter of cold beads makes you shriek and once again you try to cringe away from him but Taesan keeps you firmly in his grasp, smirking as you resign yourself to your captivity. “I showered before I rushed over here,” his voice teasing as he raises an eyebrow at you, “how far gone are you that you didn't even notice?”

It's futile to deny it when your eyes are so clearly rimmed red and your head so far in the clouds but you do it anyway. “I'm not that high,” you wink, “I was just too distracted by your pretty face to pay attention to anything else.”

Taesan simply snorts, unconvinced but amused enough to not contest your obvious lies. He settles into the couch, resting his head atop yours and a comfortable silence descends upon you. Drowsiness tugs at you and you melt with your head lolled in the crook of his neck while the pair of you watch the antics of the others.

Normally, you'd be thrown in the mix, bickering with Jaehyun and playing tricks on Sungho, but the high has you choosing to refrain from participating. Instead, you’re buried in Taesan’s arms, refusing to shift from his lap even when he jokingly whines about being suffocated and crushed.

Past all the exaggerated groans, Taesan loves nights like this when you’re pliant, putty in his hands and clinging to him like a second skin. Taesan is free to monopolize you without any teasing remarks. Relishing instead the way you shake with laughter at the jokes he whispers into the shell of your ear, and the giggles he draws from you when he noses at your neck playfully.

“Alright lovebirds, if you’re done being gross, I rolled the last of it. We’re headed out to grab some pizza if you two want to come,” Leehan approaches with a joint held out in his grasp. You immediately perk up, reaching for it eagerly when a much longer arm intercepts, grabbing it before you can blink.

“You guys can go, we’ll stay here. Y/N is more out of it than usual,” Taesan interjects, ignoring the way your jaw drops and the subsequent protests that follow. The whole time he holds the joint firmly out of your reach as you wrestle the limb down to try and take it.

The commotion is enough to attract Jaehyun's attention, and he descends upon you like a hyena. “Awww little baby Y/N can't hang?” His laughter rings mockingly through your ears as he pinches your cheek.

You splutter at the accusation, staring at Taesan to see if he was really going to let your dignity be slandered like this. “Taesan you're not serious?” you whine, trying to shake reason into him as the rest of the boys file out of the basement with calls of goodbyes and laughs.

“I am serious, I’m not gonna let you smoke yourself sick baby,” Taesan shakes his head, easily slipping in the pet name now that it was only the two of you. You give up on arguing any further, making your displeasure apparent with the way you cross your arms tightly, refusing to face him.

Taesan only chuckles in amusement at your petty display, digging into the pocket of jeans for his lighter. He dangles it in front of you, the familiar scuffs marring the engraved silver. “Wanna do me the honors?” his eyebrows wiggle goadingly.

There's a brief silence as your narrowed eyes ping pong between the smirk on his face and the lighter, your initials that Taesan had etched into it staring back at you mockingly. With a tortured sigh you snatch it from him, “I can’t believe you’re making me light you a joint that you won't even let me smoke,” you grumble.

“But if I light it myself you’d end up sulking because I didn't ask,” he snorts, knocking his head softly into yours. You don't bother responding (mostly because he’s right), busying yourself by popping the cap off and flicking the lighter on.

Taesan ducks closer to let the tip of the roll between his teeth meet the flame, the fire casting a warm light across the contours of his face. His eyes flicker up to meet yours and you're trapped in the warm amber of his gaze, remembering just why this was one of your favorite things to do.

The soothing chill of his fingers wraps around yours to hold the lighter steady until a tendril of smoke rises between you two and he’s leaning back with a content hum.

It's a captivating sight, the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he inhales. The smoke billowing from Taesan’s plump lips to curl and swirl upwards, charting the lines of his features. You can see the moment he takes to assess you, mulling over an idea while you patiently wait for him to share what's occupying his mind.

His answer comes in the form of hands tracing your jaw to pull you in closer, fingers tilting your chin upwards. There’s a gentle tap on your lower lip prompting you to part them, you comply and Taesan grants you a pleased smile at your uncharacteristic obedience.

It makes your cheeks burn with an odd satisfaction, but you have little time to think further as Taesan takes a deep drag of the joint, your chin still firmly in his grasp. He leans in, pausing to wordlessly ask your permission and when you lean closer, he meets you halfway.

There’s a quick brush of his lips against yours, lingering for just a second till he’s exhaling. And Instinctively you inhale, the whisper’s distance between you bridged by a stream of smoke.

You hold it in the back of your throat for a moment before letting go, and in the same breath you rush to tease him airily, “I thought I was banned from smoking for tonight, your highness.”

Taesan slides his hand from your chin down towards your nape, his touch sweeping against your jaw. “Well… you looked so pitiful I decided to have mercy on you,” he drawls, eyes glinting mischievously in the dim light.

“Yeah right,” you scoff, “More like you just wanted an excuse to kiss me.”

Taesan shrugs, looking far from bashful as he admits smugly, “Not that I need an excuse to kiss you but sure, that might have been a motivator.”

And now you’re breathless for a different reason as Taesan takes full advantage of the complaints that threaten to spill from your lips, silencing them instead with a firm press of his mouth on yours.

The minutes pass by like that, the two of you caught in languid kisses, only separating for much needed air or for a heatless glare when Taesan bites at you teasingly.

The joint’s long abandoned, lost somewhere in the crevices of the couch to be found weeks later. For there's no high quite as intoxicating or as addicting as the one you get from Taesan’s lips.

a/n: this started as a 2 am brain rot that I ended up spending way too much time on. hope u enjoyed :)

stream HOW? n EWF!!! n tell me ur fav song off the album (mine's amnesia)

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skxllz · 6 months

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“ 𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬. ”

carl gallagher x fem! reader

warnings; mention of death & reference to death. sad, grieving reader. mentions of pregnancy. takes place after season 11. real tear-jerker plot, angst.

side note; I'm traumatizing myself by writing this so I apologize in advance to everyone else lmao.

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the photo between your fingertips felt crisp... a warmth that was once brought by it now gone. your touch was cold, but the sleek lining of the polaroid was colder. no longer a brightening memory, just a numb remembrance of what shouldve lasted.

tears drizzled down your cheeks like rain on a window pane, dripping over the shininess of the photo that reflected light off of it from the moon above. as you stared at it - smiles and laughter and joy in a moment that felt like just yesterday - you couldn't stop the continuous ache in your chest from increasing. throbbing, and growing, like a large damn tumor. It was painful.

a hiccup escaped your mouth from the oncoming sob that bubbled from your throat. you slapped a hand to your mouth, silencing yourself, squeezing your eyes shut while the tears kept flowing.

it wasn't until you sniffled did you gain the idea.

shaky digits sat the photo down, beside you, onto the sleek wooden planks of the porch. the droplets of rain that stuck to the porch bled through the polaroid, but you were too distracted to notice; grabbing for your phone out of the pocket of your coat.

you switched the screen on and the white glow blinded you through blurry vision, yet you didn't mind. fingers moved quickly in typing in the code to your phone, before you accessed your contacts.

you scrolled, and scrolled, up until you came across his name.

thumb hovering over the highlighted contact hesitantly, before pressing down onto the screen. the screen flashed, before the dial screen loaded; making you lift the phone to your ear.

your sniffles were silent while you painlessly waited through the rings of the other line.

one ring. your breathing came out shaky. heartbeat picking up, startling you.

two rings. your hands were shaking more. you nearly dropped your phone, but managed to squeeze it tighter into your palm.

three rings. you had to bite your bottom lip to keep from crying more.

finally, you were met with nothing but a voice box.

“ hey! It's carl. ” a wobbly grin etched onto your lips at the sound of his voice. “ I probably can't come to the phone right now — stop it, debbie! — but I'll get back to you as soon as i can, alright? just leave a number and name! ”

the phone beeped, signaling for a message to record...

“ hey, carl. ” your voice was scratchy as you spoke form all the sobbing you had done previously. It made you laugh, the irony, “ it's... It's me. It's y/n. ”

you paused, swallowing down your saliva. it was so hard to speak, to think. you had no clue what to say — yet you had so much to say.

“ I don't even know where to start, ” your voice cracked, head angling down as you looked to your feet. you were wearing the vans carl had bought you... “ I just- I just really miss you, ya’ know? ”

you let out a sniffling, pain filled laugh. it was hard not to. the way you were only making the pain worse? you were such a fool.

“ I can't... ” an intake of a large full of air, “ it's just hard to accept that you're gone, ya’ know? I.. when we saw it on the news last week... ”

you had to press a hand to your mouth for a moment. breathing becoming ragged, continuously coming out in short yet fast puffs. you felt as if your lungs would burst.

then, you continued, “ I just couldn't believe it. neither could debbie, or lip, or liam, or Ian.... ” swallowing thickly, you let out a noise of distress. “ or fiona. fiona came back, carl. she was going to surprise you, but you were working- and then the shooting happened- ”

by now, your lips were curling in; cheeks indenting from the rough burrow the motion created between your teeth and the corners of your mouth.

“ why the fuck did you have to leave? ” you sobbed, pressing your hand to your forehead; fingertips bending inward and nails digging into your upper palm. “ why? why?! you- you couldn't have just taken off that day?! ”

the raising of your voice caught the attention of the neighbors, but of course you didn't mind - didn't care. the hallow, yet cramping pit in your stomach is the only thing you were focused on.

your shoulders shook. arms trembled. legs shuffled, until your feet were pressing together. it was hard to calm down, especially with the loathing anger you felt, but... you managed to after a moment.

just sitting there, breathing in and out. In and out. and then sniffing loudly, to clear your nose of the clog.

“ .. I got the blue roses. ” you whispered, voice raw and raspy. your hand was combing though hair, giving your scalp a thick scratch to relieve stress. “ the ones you ordered me the day before... I love them. they're.. they're dying now, but I'm gonna’ press ‘em in a photo album. ”

you licked your chapped lips.

more tears threatened to fall, but you quickly wiped them away.

“ ... and, there's something I didn't get to tell you. ” a shaky exhale was taken, with a small tremble of your hand - it moved, gliding across your jacketed arm before squeezing. trying to comfort yourself.

“ I'm pregnant, ” you croaked, “ have been for a few weeks now. I... I haven't told the family, either. I wanted to tell you first. ”

pausing.

“ of course, it's too late for that... ”

that's when the phone beeped twice, signifying the recording went on for too long. you squeezed your eyes shut then, biting your bottom lip. frustration, sadness, pity - you felt it all and then some in between.

the urge to throw your phone flooded your veins, but you didn't. not with a comforting hand meeting your shoulder.

you looked up, only to see a familiar brunette.

turning your head, you silently averted your gaze away from the female; her presence welcome, always is, but you didint have the strength to greet her. you were just too... tired.

“ ... It'll be okay. ” fiona said after a moment. she too was looking straight ahead as she sat - not at anything particular, just simply basking in the night air and after-chills of the rain that had passed. her eyes seemed dead, not lively and excited like they were when she first arrived...

I mean, how could she be happy? her brother passed away... before she could even see him again.

“ how? ” you sniffed, letting out a chuckle that held so many emotions - but the number one thing that stood out, was disbelief. “ how could it be okay, fi? my boyfriend's dead. ”

“ and so is my brother. ” she dryly replied. It came out a bit harsh, but that was the reality of it. you weren't the only one to lose someone.

and she knew that, which is why her arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you close. she felt like crying, but stayed strong - she always had to. “ it'll be okay, because we all have each other. we'll get through this together. ”

her words were met with silence. “ ya’ know, ” as tears gathered over her waterline, fiona chuckled drastically, “ I remember the first time carl told us about you. said he swore he was gonna’ marry you one day. ”

“ he did? ” you mumbled, eyes downcasted towards your touching knees. she nodded in response, with a hum.

“ yes. ” she bit the inside of her cheek, “ I couldn't believed my ears... we all thought he was nuts. ”

you hummed a laugh, the tears sticking to your cheeks and lashes slowly drying up. “ he was... very nuts. I never did get a ring, so I guess he was just yappin’ like always, huh? ”

a reply was never given. several seconds passed by, before you pushed yourself off of fiona and looked at her expectedly.

she was already looking at you, a look of fondness and soft, sisterly love in her doe eyes.

“ what? ” you questioned quietly. your eyes were darting between her own, and then over her face, and then down-

a small, black, velvet box was in her palm.

you sucked in a sharp intake of air, eyes widening with disbelief at the object in fiona's hand. your lungs... they felt like they were burning. like you were drowning.

your heart beat... It picked up vastly.

and your brain - you couldn't think, it was blanking at this point.

carl... he was going to propose to you?

#carl gallagher #carl gallagher x reader #shameless #shameless us #shameless imagine #carl gallagher imagine #shameless angst #shameless x reader

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ironstrange1991 · 8 months

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Caught

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: The reader has a fantasy she never told Stephen about, but that changes when she is caught with her hands inside her pants.

Word Count: 3,6k

Warnings: SMUT: Strong masturbation kink, female and male masturbation, mentions of pornography, oral sex with male receiving, deep throat, cum fetich.

A/N: By now everyone must have realized that I like this kink because I've written it at least three times already, but I'm not going to apologize for that. Anyway, enjoy your reading!

Your fingers slid in and out of your pussy at a lazy pace while your eyes were glued to your cell phone screen.

It should have just been a boring Monday afternoon, but you arrived home early from work, took a shower and with a mischievous smile decided to venture onto Pornhub looking for the same type of video that always made you cum very quickly. Too fast sometimes.

You spent a good few minutes watching and working yourself up to make the sensation last longer, but when you finally allowed yourself to lower your hand between your legs you were completely wet. It was the effect those videos had on you.

You were always looking for men who had the same body type as Stephen and recording frames that always cut their faces. They were always sitting or standing jerking off in front of the camera. They were usually short videos, two or three minutes that had the power to bring multiple orgasms out of you and the reason was simple: in your mind it was always Stephen.

You always had the fantasy of seeing Stephen masturbating, but of course you never had the courage to say that to him. The closest you came to fulfilling this fantasy was one day when you got home from work and was going into the bathroom when heard him jerking off inside.

You still remembered the feeling between your legs. How you were paralyzed, your ear glued to the door to hear all the noises he made. It was one of the most erotic moments of your life, but it ended there, you never managed to tell him what you heard, much less tell him that you wanted to see him doing it.

So you threw yourself into the Pornhub videos, looking for something in each of them that would convince your brain that it was Stephen doing that and mainly that it was you he was thinking about when he came.

You let a loud moan escape your lips as you surrendered to the pleasure building and building inside you, the knot in your stomach threatening to break. You were so close and so lost in your own fantasy that your eyes closed, no longer needing the stimulation of the video to get there because before your closed eyes was Stephen in all his glory smirking at you and cumming, ropes of cum spurting from his cock head and splashing all over his stomach.

That was always the final trigger that took you to paradise and you were almost there, almost there when you were surprised by a baritone voice.

"So this is what you do when you're home alone."

You don't know what you did faster, whether it was turning off the cell phone screen or taking your hands out of your panties. Your face got so hot it felt like it was on fire and you hid it in your hands wishing a hole would open up and you could hide inside and never be found again.

You heard a low chuckle and the sound of boots and then felt the bed dipping next to you. Stephen held your hands, moving them away from your face and making you look at him.

"You should be working." You whispered mortified.

He smirked, "So should you, but it looks like you found another more interesting activity to do this afternoon, didn't you?"

You felt a new wave of heat invading your cheeks and warming down your neck.

"And now I'm feeling terribly guilty because it feels like I interrupted what was going to be a very intense orgasm." He teased trying to contain a giggle.

"I... missed you and I was bored. I'm sorry." You finally managed to say.

Stephen cupped your cheek and stroked it with his thumb. "You look even more beautiful with your cheeks red like that, you know that? There's no need to apologize, sweetheart. I do that too. More than I'd like to admit."

Yeah, you knew that. That was precisely the whole point, wasn’t it?

You nodded, feeling your body relax a little and your clit pulsing demanding the orgasm you promised and didn't deliver.

Stephen leaned forward to kiss you. His lips were slightly salty, he was sweaty, but you didn't mind at all. Your fingers tangled in his hair and you let out a little moan, parting your lips so he could slide his tongue into your mouth, capturing your tongue and sucking it in a passionate kiss.

You let yourself melt into his kiss, feeling his hand slide down your arm slowly only realizing what he was really doing when he took your cell phone from your hand and broke the kiss giggling.

"Stephen, no..."

"Let's see what got you so worked up." He announced pressing the side button on your cell phone and you sighed in relief watching him frown when he saw the screen locked.

"Finger." He demanded.

You crossed your arms decidedly.

Stephen smirked, amused by the whole situation. "I can force you to cooperate or you can be good and I'll help you get that orgasm you've been so beautifully seeking."

He winked at you and you let out an irritated huff "It's not fair!"

He chuckled "You know what's not fair? Me working my ass off and you touching yourself in my bed."

"Our bed" You corrected.

He smiled openly, extending his hand, palm facing up. "Finger."

You sighed, stretching out your finger. He held it and quickly unlocked your cell phone. You closed your eyes completely mortified when you heard the moans and wet noises coming from the device. You couldn't stand to look at Stephen, no matter what expressions were on his face.

Stephen let out a low whistle "You are dirty."

You allowed yourself to open one eye to peek at what he was doing. He was scrolling through your online history. "I think we have a masturbation kink here, sweetheart. When were you going to tell me about it?"

You sighed, reaching out your hand "If you're done, I want my phone back."

He smirked handing it back to you.

"I'll understand if you're mad at me." You said, turning off your phone screen and sitting crisscrossed on the bed. "But I swear I don't do that all the time. I'm not addicted to porn or anything like that." You explained yourself, looking at your hands.

Stephen held your hand. "Look at me. Not for a moment did I think you were. And I don't mind if you watch porn every now and then. It's normal, sweetheart, we all do it from time to time."

You looked at him curiously. "You do?"

He smirked. "Sometimes. Would you like to know what I usually see?"

You felt your cheeks getting hot again, but you nodded.

"Blowjobs. Most of the time the ones that end in deep throat. You know I love it because I already told you that."

You nodded biting the inside of your cheek. "The videos... you just watch them or... you imagine yourself participating."

Stephen smirked, probably realizing you were jealous. "I imagine it's you doing those things to me."

You felt your stomach getting pleasantly weird at that revelation.

"May I ask what you were thinking just now when you were watching that video?" He asked.

You found yourself playing with his fingers between your hands, squeezing them and rolling them between your fingers.

"It's always you." You muttered. "I always imagine it's you doing that... for me."

Stephen shifted in bed as if his pants had suddenly become uncomfortable. "Is that what you want? See me jerk off?"

You nodded shyly.

He reached down between your legs and pulled your shorts and panties to the side, dipping his finger in your folds and sighing heavily. "You're so fucking wet..."

You moved your hips subtly against his finger, which made him groan and pull you to his lips, capturing your lips in a devastating kiss. He sank two fingers inside you and began to slowly finger you, eliciting a moan from your lips.

"Stephen...need you." You confessed on his lips.

He smirked pulling away, with a quick movement of his fingers he closed and locked the bedroom door. He stood up next to the bed and began to undress. First the boots, then the top of his robes. He unbuckled his belt and ran his thumbs over the waistband of his pants, slowly lowering them and kicking them into a pile on the floor.

Your eyes were fixed on the outline of his cock inside his white boxer briefs. He was so big. Stephen didn't miss anything to the actors in those videos you watched. In fact, he was bigger than most of them.

He finally pulled down his underwear and kicked them into the pile. His cock was fully erect, curved deliciously towards his abdomen. That was, you thought, the most erotic vision you could conjure in your mind and yet nothing you had imagined resembled reality. Your mouth was open in a big O.

"Want to see me pumping my cock for you? You'll have to say, sweetheart."

You swallowed thickly watching him hold his cock by the base pointing it at you provocatively. He ran a finger along the slit collecting a drop of precum.

"You are so beautiful." That was all you could think of saying.

He smirked proudly, "Yeah? Is that why you want to see me jerk off? Come on, take those clothes off, let me see you too."

You obeyed, taking off your blouse and unclasping your bra. You knelt on the bed to pull down your shorts and panties and sat back kicking them to the floor.

"Beautiful." He praised. He went to the bedside table and opened one of the drawers, taking out a bottle of lube and pouring some of the liquid into one of his hands and taking it to his cock, spreading it all over his length and making a delicious wet noise in the process. That noise, you loved that noise.

You bit your bottom lip feeling how your clit was swollen, pulsing and demanding for attention.

"Make yourself comfortable, sweetheart. I'll sit here..." He said, sitting down in one of the two armchairs next to the fireplace. "And you're going to keep your eyes fixed on me. Okay? Isn't that what you wanted?"

You nodded watching him circle his fingers around the tip and finally start to stroke his cock up and down with more force. He let out a moan and closed his eyes for a second letting himself be carried away by the moment, but then he opened them staring at you and as if that wasn't enough he smiled the most beautiful and charming smile.

You still couldn't believe that this was really happening. Maybe you had falling asleep after cumming and were actually dreaming. It was the only possible explanation, but it was still not consistent. None of your dreams were so vivid and real.

You watched as he slowly slid his hand up and down, with the other hand he massaged his balls and without giving much thought to it, your hand slid between your legs, but as soon as you noticed what you were doing, you took it out of there feeling the heat rising to your face again.

"It's okay, you can touch yourself while you watch. Pick up where you left off, sweetheart."

You chewed on your lip feeling a little insecure, but you did as he said and slid your fingers between your folds feeling the pleasure run through your body like an electric current. You let out a low moan and Stephen nodded encouraging you to continue. You stuck two fingers inside and started fucking yourself on them at a steady pace, your eyes glued to Stephen.

You could say that you had seen a fair amount of cocks in your life, both in real life and on videos, but none were as beautiful as Stephen's. In fact, you never really thought the male member was beautiful until you held Stephen's in your hands and it wasn't just because it was his. Stephen's cock was big, much bigger than the average size, it was thick too and had a perfect curvature that pointed towards his abdomen, the head was fat and pink and there were veins around the entire length that were as beautiful and attractive as the veins in his arms and hands.

Stephen moaned, increasing his pace, his eyes on you all the time, to the way your fingers were going in and out your pussy, which at that point was dripping wet, making an squelching noise.

"Fuck sweetheart, you drive me crazy, you know that? Just imagining all the times you touched yourself thinking about this..." His voice was cut off by another loud moan.

He held his cock by the base proudly. "See how it's pulsing. I want to be inside you so badly." He let out another moan.

You loved the sounds Stephen made when he was making love, his baritone voice seemed made exactly for those sounds. That added to the sounds his hand made while pumping his cock was so devilishly arousing that you could feel yourself being pushed quickly over the edge.

Stephen could clearly see that happening. The rise and fall of your chest quickening with your hard breathing.

"You're loving this, aren't you, my love?"

You nodded vehemently and totally unable to contain your moans, you moaned louder increasing the rhythm of your fingers searching for your sweet release.

"Slow down, sweetheart. You don't want to cum before me, do you?" There was a certain pride in his voice that was extremely arousing. He was loving it, as much or even more than you, yet you wondered how he managed to keep his voice steady when he was clearly as close as you were.

You moaned softly feeling your body practically there and this time you didn't have enough strength to stop.

"I don't want to stop now, Steph. I want to cum."

Stephen smirked "Yeah? Then cum for me, love. Show me how much you're enjoying watching me jerk off."

He kept his pace fast and intense and you let yourself be carried away by the feeling that grew inside your stomach. Your entire body felt like it was on fire and you wanted more than just your fingers to satisfy you, but you knew they would be enough when you had that sight in front of you as stimulation.

You bit your bottom lip to hold back a loud moan at which Stephen tsked.

"Don't hold back, you can be loud. I love hearing you, sweetheart."

You moaned outrageously loud, giving in to your orgasm and your entire body began to shake, you closed your eyes, your mouth went agape.

"That's right. Beautiful. You did it so perfectly for me." Stephen praised.

When you opened your eyes your cheeks were hot and you could feel all the courage draining away, but Stephen wasn't ready to let go of the moment you shared, not yet.

He smiled devilishly at you holding his cock by the base. It was red and pulsing, the veins dilated by the flow of blood showing just how close he was to his own release.

"Come here, I want you to come closer."

You forced your legs to obey you, which was not an easy task, and stood up, walking slowly to the armchair. He reached out a hand to you and you took it.

"Get on your knees for me." He instructed.

You did as he asked and were ready to take him in your hands when he gently pulled them away.

"You're just going to watch, sweetheart. I'm going to do all the work exactly how you always wanted to see."

You nibbled on your bottom lip nodding and watched as he resumed stroking his cock up and down slowly and then increased the pace again. One hand firmly on the base, the other pumping quickly.

"Tell me, is this how you always imagined it?"

You nodded unable to say anything. He moaned surrendering to the pleasure.

"You're so fucking dirty... and I love you for that, you know? I've never had a woman make me so crazy about her."

You let out a low involuntary moan in response which made him smirk.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart."

You allowed yourself to look away from his cock to look into his eyes quickly.

“I want you to cum for me.”

He started to move his hips involuntarily against his fist and you knew he was close.

"Do you want to take it in your mouth?" He asked breathlessly.

You knew that was what he wanted, but you shook your head.

"No? I know. You want to see it happening, don't you?"

You bit your lip hard and nodded. You loved when Stephen talked to you like that. His baritone voice whispered to you in that sexy way of when he was close to his climax.

Stephen managed to chuckle between his moans that were quickly escalating to groans and grunts.

"So don't take your eyes off me... I'm so fucking close."

You smiled victoriously, determined to push him to get there.

"Come for me, Stephen. I want to see you cum... all over your stomach." You gave him your best baby girl look.

And so he did. Stephen let out an almost animalistic groan and began to cum. Ropes of his thick and white cum spurted from his cock head onto his abdomen, splashing down his stomach and making a delicious mess just like you always imagined.

The sight made your mouth water. It was no secret to you that you had a certain fascination with cum, unlike many women, you weren't disgusted by it, you loved the smell and especially the taste of it on your tongue and that's why you grabbed his cock and sucked the tip to collect the last drops of cum that dripped from his slit.

Stephen moaned in surprise, but leaned both arms on the armchair and lolled his head back, surrendering to the delicious afterglow with a heavy sigh.

The taste of his cum on your tongue made you want more of it, so you dedicated yourself to cleaning up the whole mess with your tongue. Licking his abdomen and stomach and sucking up the small puddles of cum, scooping some with your fingers and sucking on them, enjoying it as if you were tasting the best of desserts.

"Oh fuck, sweetheart... this is so fucking hot!"

You chuckled, finishing your work and placing a kiss on the tip of his cock and allowing yourself to look at him.

"Your cum taste so good." You confessed.

He chuckled moaning as you stroked him lightly. You didn't expect him to get hard so quickly again, but you could feel him growing in your hand.

He held your face firmly between both of his hands and leaned in to kiss you quickly. "Look what you do to me! Why don't you be a good girl and let me fuck your mouth now, uh?"

You nodded obediently opening your mouth for him. He grabbed his cock, gave it a couple of jerks and stuck it in your mouth, pressing it against the wall of your cheek, teasing you.

"This warm little mouth is so delicious, love, but I want your throat. Tell me I can fuck your throat."

He took his cock out of your mouth to let you respond.

"Yes. You know I like it too."

He smirked "Yeah? You're such a dirty little girl. Like to see me jerk off, Like to get your throat fucked. What did I do to deserve you?"

You bit your bottom lip. "You are the great Doctor Strange. Any woman in the world would want to have her throat fucked by your cock, Stephen."

"Yeah?" He caressed your face, holding his cock by the base and you opened your mouth obediently without him even having to ask. He shoved his cock down your throat groaning loud.

"But there's only one woman I want and that's you, sweetheart. Only you."

You felt your heart swelling with those words, but you focused on relaxing your throat and letting him fuck it at his pace, fast and hard as he always did.

He didn't last long, he never lasted long when he fucked your throat, it was his weak point. He held your head in place and continued thrusting up until he was out of breath and emptied himself down your throat.

"Oh shit... so. fucking. good." He finished punctuating his words with three last thrusts and then let go of your head and allowed you to take him out of your mouth.

He caressed your cheek gently and smiled the sweetest, most beautiful smile in the world. "And to think I only went back to the Sanctum to get a relic that Wong asked for."

You giggled getting up and sitting on his lap. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you to his lips and kissed you softly.

"Promise me you'll tell me whenever there's anything you want to do in bed or in any other circumstances. You know you can talk to me. About anything."

You nodded "I promise."

He pinched your cheek teasingly and then sighed. "I need to go now. Wong is probably wondering why I'm taking so long. He'll end up coming after me. You know what he's like."

You nodded, holding his face in your hands. "I love you."

You kissed him again.

"I love you too, Sweetheart. More than anything."

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mslanna · 1 month

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Can I ask for Raphael having a 'Wait, why am I jealous?' realization of his romantic feelings for Tav? (For the record, Tav is romantically interested in him, too, because I can't handle angst right now 🥲)

Ask and you shall receive. 🥰

Served Cold

(Served Cold on AO3) enby Tav without body configuration cold and comfort hot devil is hot Karlach cameo

Conquering all nine hells was a lot of work for one devil. Even with his armies and followers, Raphael had few subordinates he trusted. So asking Tav to join had been only logical. After all, they had delivered the Crown of Karsus to him willingly.

He had been right, too, as Tav greed easily to his request. They helped him conquer the hells and he, well, there was a certain uncertainty about his part of the deal. Just make sure I don't die seemed like a sensible request. It was not much of a prize, though. The exchange seemed barely equal.

But he wouldn't look a gift Tav in the mouth. It was also to be expected that Tav would enlist the help of their friends. The tiefling should not have been a surprise, especially since she could not return to the material plane with her hellfire heart.

It wasn't that he didn't trust his human to get the job done, despite the biting cold of Cania and the wide icy plains. But this was his father's domain. Mephistopheles knew he was coming for him and his security was increased.

Tav was smart for taking the circumspect route to his palace even if that meant several weeks of trekking through the cold. The entrance wasn't secret as much as unexpected. A place as big as Mephistopheles court had a whole system of venues to accept or remove wares and services. A place as old as his father's had also gone through several system changes. Dead ends happened.

And Tav knew how to talk to servants and debtors. As a paladin they exuded and air of trustworthiness. The time they spent undercover in his father's realm had not gone by easily. Raphael had worried every day. So much of his plans rested on Tav's success.

But they succeed as he knew they would. Tav was reliable, more so than many of his subordinates. Subordinates who were making a lot of noise under the command of Yurgir right now. Mainly to keep Mephistopheles attention on them and allow the small group to slip in through a discarded and ignored back entrance that should have been decommissioned and closed centuries ago.

Raphael considered standing with the armies. But the prospect of seeing the expression on his father's face when he turned up in the centre of his secure home was a strong argument for travelling with Tav.

He was accustomed to the burning cold of Cania. The storms of blade-like winds and freezing snow were inconvenient but manageable. The tiefling was doing fine with her hellfire heart as well. It kept her warm under the layers upon layers of clothes.

Tav on the other hand suffered miserably. It didn't matter how many layers they put on, the result was a shivering heap of furs that moved slowly through the cold landscape. The view was pitiful, but Tav didn't complain once. Their dedication to his cause was admirable. And when nobody watched, not even his own inner devil, Raphael allowed himself to admire them.

Not now, of course, as the human sat huddled up like a shrimp at the small fire. They shook violently and stuck their hands almost into the flames. If he didn't know better, Raphael would have thought them a blemish, worth no note. His thought were of a very different nature though.

There had to be a way to help Tav. It was not the most devil-like thought but it was well founded. Tav was a valuable asset, a tool well worth protecting. It was only natural that he considered his options to keep them at peak performance.

The problem was how to get warmth to his mouse without attracting attention. A bigger fire was out of the question. That left very limited options. But, for the success of his campaign, he was willing to make sacrifices. Even personal ones.

He was still mulling over the best way to phrase his idea so it would not appear to be personal, when Karlach moved. She rounded the fire and came to sit next to Tav, worry engraved on her face.

"You'll catch your death, soldier." The tiefling nudged Tav who moved towards her unthinking. Drawn to the warmth, no doubt. "Yeah, that's more like it. Gods, you're cold."

Despite her words, Karlach wrapped Tav into their cloak. And his little mouse, leant into it. Raphael took a deep breath. The way Tav softened and their body slowly ceased to shudder. It was a good thing. There was no reason for him to be mad about it.

Yet the anger simmered in his stomach, bitter and bubbling. That had been his offer to make. A sacrifice for the greater good. Yet the tiefling offered it as if it was nothing, a small act of friendship and care. He should be grateful for that. His dignity stayed intact.

But his dignity was not rumbling dangerously low in his chest. To think that it could have been his arm around Tav's shoulders, his arm they leant against, grateful and content. The fury surprised him, as did the pain. What did it matter who kept Tav warm?

But it did matter, and it mattered that it wasn't him. Raphael carefully avoided putting a name on the rage. The last thing he needed now was complications. The fight against his father was difficult enough without worrying – uselessly – about one fragile mortal.

It was not worry he felt, looking at Tav who dozed off in the sudden warmth. Trenches dug by the cold over the last days softened. Their mouth relaxed and opened slightly. They looked at peace. Peace he should be giving them.

"If it proves too much of a strain on your infernal engine, let me know." Raphael was proud of the nonchalance of his tone. "I am willing to carry my share of the burden."

"Tav is never a burden." Despite her cheery tone, the threat in Karlach's voice was clear. "And I'd rather freeze to death with them than burden you with them."

Raphael sat back. "If this is how you treat offers of help-"

"If you want to offer help, offer help. Don’t style yourself as a martyr for the most minuscule act of decency."

Looking at his little mouse – eyes closed, breath soft and regular – Raphael wondered if they were indeed asleep. What would Tav think, listening in on this conversation? And what did it matter to him? He was a devil! He did not care what mortals though of him.

Except for Tav.

The realisation was uncomfortable and unwanted. It was true nevertheless.

"Don't mind him," Tav murmured, adjusting their position against the tiefling. "He's just jealous."

Jealous. The word stunned Raphael. He was not jealous. He was a devil! He stared at the lips that uttered such blasphemy. Lips that were once again of a soft pink instead of pale blue. He had a pretty good idea what he'd like to do to them, traitorous, insolent lips.

Unfortunately, his ideas supported Tav's claim. Ridiculous. They were an asset. A tool for his victory. Nothing more.

Yet.

"Well." Karlach pulled Tav closer. "Even jealous devils have to behave themselves. Maybe a 'please' wouldn't go amiss."

"If you think I will beg, you are severely mistaken," Raphael huffed and folded his wings closer around him.

"Do as you please. But I don't think Tav is a burden and I know how it feels to have them breathe down my skin when they sleep – and drool a little." The tiefling dropped a sloppy kiss onto Tav's forehead.

"Devils are not to be drooled upon."

"I'm sure you can make them lick it off again." The tiefling delighted in teasing him.

Still Raphael could not deny the appeal of the vision her words conjured. "Oh, hand them over already." He gestured impatiently.

To his surprise the tiefling actually obeyed. "You know I will kill you, if you hurt them," she smiled as she draped the mortal against his side.

Raphael snorted. "I'd like to see you try."

"I don't," Tav murmured and turned to press their face into his arm.

A surprisingly efficient argument. Raphael dragged his little mouse into a comfortable position, resting their head against his chest and wrapping them both in his wings. At least tiefling couldn't see his face any longer that way.

"You are mine," he murmured into Tav's rear. "Mine alone and don't you forget it."

"Jealous," they replied sleepy, but with a smile touching their lips. "I like it."

Raphael growled and dropped kiss onto their head as he had seen Karlach do. What an insolent little creature he held. It would be impossible to pry them from his grip.

#bg3 #bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #anon answered #sleazy second-hand car dealer #bg3 fanfiction #writing prompt #mel writes fanfic

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embarassedwithapicketsign · 2 months

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comfort hungry phoebe x reader

rpf!!!

pls dont be mean i dont claim to be a good writer i literally just need more boygenius content and took it into my own hands, im aware this isn’t good <3

this is also extremely self indulgent im chronically single and touch starved atm

phoebe was never one for emotions, perhaps stemming from her childhood years begging to be loved, or maybe her innate fear of vulnerability. she didn't like to dwell on the whys too much, her friends had accepted her odd ways and her ever revolving partners had managed, although not without with difficulty. her favourite pet name for her ex was 'dude', a funny running joke at first but then a sad testament to the lack of intimacy within their relationship, and when her first girlfriend admitted that she loved her all phoebe could force out was an awkward smile and a quick 'you too'. it wasn't that she didn't feel, in fact the girl felt so much that it hurt, it pained her to see how her inability to express her emotions affected her relationships but it just never felt right.

that was until she met her girlfriend. phoebe was enamoured with you from the moment you were introduced after one of her shows by some mutual friends. your smile was what first attracted her to you, but it was your ability to make her feel completely comfortable with herself that made her stay. now, almost a year into your relationship phoebe couldn't get enough. she still wasn't big on being affectionate in public, but today she found herself craving your touch, catching your eye from across the room filled with people she couldn't care less about. she smiled as you recognised her discomfort, always in tune with what she needed, and made your way to her. linking your two hands together phoebe squeezed tight letting the sweet smell of your perfume distract her from the blurring noise of the conversation happening around her.

when a brief lull arose in the discussion, phoebe couldn't help but drag you away to a secluded corner. she hated these things, glorified industry networking parties, but ‘the record’ came out in a few months and their manager insisted her and the boys went so naturally you had to come along too. 'fuck's sake', phoebe muttered, resting her forehead on your shoulder, feeling you move as you giggled.

'phoebs, it's not that bad, just an hour or so left and we can leave, i promise', you ran your hands through the blondes hair, feeling her sigh before she lifted her head and held your gaze with wide eyes. she usually managed to push through these things on autopilot but she'd been having a bad few days which quickly turned into a bad week, falling back into her cruel cycle of self hatred and nihilistic thoughts and all she wanted to do was be at home cuddled up with maxine and of course, you.

wrapping her arms around your waist you couldn't help but notice that she was tugging you closer, pulling you into her despite the curious eyes that usually would send her back to her anti-pda ways. you too ignored the stares and melted into her warm body, sensing her need for comfort. 'i love you so much baby', you whispered, rubbing your thumb softly along the strip of skin where her shirt had separated from her trousers, 'we can go right now if you want, i know you're not feeling good.'

biting her lip in thought you could practically see the cogs working in her brain and she sighed before answering, 'no, i promised jb and lucy i would be here', you were about to interrupt her to tell her what she already knew, that her bandmates wouldn't care if she left and never came back once she was safe and feeling okay, but phoebe gave you a pleading look, 'i know, but i want to be here for them, they were so excited for this.'

'okay, but say the word and we'll leave' you hesitantly replied, wanting nothing more than to wrap phoebe up in your bed with a steaming cup of tea and a promise to never let anything hurt her. she looked at you with grateful eyes, lifting her head from where it had fallen on your shoulder to press her lips against yours.

as if sensing they were being spoken about lucy and julien bounded over and took in the stance of their two friends, 'the heart eyes over here are insane’, joked julien, before throwing her own heart eyes at lucy who was instead focused on the way phoebe kept herself firmly in your hold, despite both of you expecting her to move away like she usually did.

phoebe lightly smiled murmuring a quiet retort to her best friend, slipping effortlessly into their usual back and forth relationship. joining the conversation you tried to ignore the woman clinging to you, not wanting to bring attention to the fact that she was still attached to you but that became impossible when her hand grabbed yours and placed it on her back, looking at you with puppy dog eyes. you knew what she was looking for, and holding back a smile you dragged your nails lightly up and down her back the way she loved. she craned her neck to stare up at you and your cheeks flushed at the intense love in her eyes. 'i love you sweetheart, thank you for being here’, phoebe said, the earnestness in her voice making your heart squeeze. smiling like an idiot you kissed her forehead, continuing to rub her back.

'this is sickening phoebs', julien interrupted, a grin on her face, as much as she loved making fun of the blonde she also loved seeing phoebe so comfortable in her relationship for the first time. 'shut up' phoebe muttered, finally pulling away from you to hide her blushing face. you laughed at the look on the boys' faces as they finally saw this side of phoebe, the one which you gladly experienced every day. phoebe was so full of love. she had so much of it to give and you were on the lucky receiving end of it. 'i hate you all of you guys' she said, finally emerging from behind her hands, her red cheeks apparent.

'no you dont', said lucy, shaking her head softly at their friend.

'no i dont'

#phoebe bridgers x reader #boygenius x reader #lucy dacus x reader #julien baker x reader #pls be nice #i am phoebe #phoebe is me #afraid of intimacy vibes #took everything in me to post this

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daceydeath · 1 year

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A Working Proposal (Part 10)

Pairings: Felix x Reader x Hyunjin Word Count: 6.6k Genre: Smut 🔞, Angst Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, unprotected sex (don't be stupid), threesome (more like sharing), fingering, oral

You had been working with Stray Kids for a while now and after a long day at work turns into a very unexpected but intriguing proposal. Will this change your world or end your career?

Wednesday's could be hard depending entirely on what sales were the week before and if scandals had given everyone a headache, this Wednesday had however gone smoothly for you at least the meeting of the artist managers that fell at 3pm every week could sometimes drag on for hours if you had not lived up to expectation but since the kids were working so hard and also doing so much press it had become a cake walk for you. Smiling to yourself as you were dismissed within 25 minutes you made your way to Chan's studio to report in with him about what had happened. Finding him and a few of the others recording you stood by the door as to not make any extra noise until Hyunjin had finished his line.

"Come in and sit pretty" Han smiled as Chan stopped recording patting the spot between himself and Changbin.

"Yeah baby come here" Changbin smirked looking you up and down.

"You're back really early, what happened?" Chan asked turning from Hyunjin and his laptop to you.

"Finish recording it can wait Channie" you smiled moving to sit between the boys only to be snatched by Changbin and sat in his lap.

"Bin!" you gasped smacking the large arm that was around your waist as Han pouted obviously having had the same idea and not the same speed to carry it out. Chan rolled his eyes and Hyunjin looked dramatically put out by the whole thing "Sorry Hyunjin" you added quickly.

"You never need to apologize, my princess" Hyunjin smiled softly moving to quickly kiss your lips. He returned to the mic to record the line that you had interrupted recording it perfectly and waiting for Chan to play it back for them all to hear.

"I think you will like this track baby" Changbin murmured his lips against your ear "Since you feature on it?". You didn't follow what he meant and your furrowing eyebrows let the others know you were confused as Chan and Han threw smirks at each other before Chan hit play. The beat was good you liked it, it was a little dark and a little sexy which was always a combination that you liked from them but rarely got. As Changbin's rap started you heard the first add lib which sounded like a grunt or two to make his vocals more aggressive, there were a few more but it wasn't until Hyunjin's rap started that you heard something that was absolutely a moan and absolutely your moan. Your face must have paled enough for Chan to stop the track instantly and the room to go silent.

"Baby? you alright, Bin said that he told you he was going to show us that track you accidentally made, he said you were ok with that" Chan's voice was concerned you could tell that much but you refused to look up from the floor the skin of your face and neck burning with shame.

"Excuse me, I have some other work to do" you whispered your voice too tight to speak properly as you freed yourself from Changbin's arms and picked up your things fleeing from Chan's studio to the bathrooms down the hallway.

You avoided all of them for the rest of the day and went home on time ignoring all the messages and voice notes that had popped up. You had thought Changbin was joking around when he said he was going to share that track, you thought he was going to delete it straight away and you were mortified that they had actually cut it down to put it in a song that even if it sat in Chan's laptop and never saw the light of day would still exist, and they would all know it.

Tired but unable to sleep you found little rest that night dreading the what you would walk into in the morning, scrolling your phone you saw that the messages appeared to mainly be from the 3racha boys, some from Hyunjin. It made you slightly more hopeful that the other members would perhaps be unaware of what had happened and then maybe you could avoid any further mention of it as long as you were with either all of them or most of them.

Your alarm hadn't even gone off and you were already ready for work you left early hoping you could excuse yourself early by scheduling a meeting or something in the afternoon so that you could have time to think through how you wanted to approach this situation. Before you left you decided to at least read what they had to say to you since the messages had still been arriving late into the night.

Chan: Baby we are so very sorry, all of us, I will delete the track like it never happened. We truly are sorry we would never want to hurt you and we did, we will make it up to you I swear.

Hyunjin: Princess, please answer my calls, I need to know you are alright. Please princess talk to us, or me, or even Felix please.

Han: Pretty we thought that Bin had cleared this with you, we never would have put it in the track otherwise. God I'm so sorry, we all are, please forgive us.

The messages were all pretty much the same them apologizing again and again for upsetting you and you knew that they never would have intentionally hurt you it was something that they thought would be funny or would fluster you. Changbin had sent you a dozen voice notes at least so you listened to the first few.

"Baby, I'm so sorry, I fucked up and I know it. Don't be mad at the others I thought that you were all good with it but I assumed too much and I have broken the trust you had in me". "I know I have disrespected you and I never wanted to do that you mean so much to us all, I respect you so much the thought of me causing you pain will be my biggest regret". "I understand this has probably ruined everything between us, I will respect any decision you make and if you do not wish to spend anymore time with me I will accept that. I will make it up to you one day"

You dabbed the tears that were stinging the corners of your eyes, took a deep breath and finished collecting your things before leaving your apartment for work. It was far too early for you to be arriving at the company to begin your day but you knew if anyone was to question it you could blame it on international counterparts, the time difference had in the past meant very early mornings or very late nights so the excuse wouldn't make anyone bat an eye. The night security guard welcomed you with a look of sympathy for having to clock on so early as you passed him and you pretended it was the work that was making it hard for you until you got safely inside the elevator to get to your floor. Looking in the glass panel you notice how haggard you looked after almost no sleep and how poorly your make up hid it but it couldn't be helped, you could visit the make up team to help with it later. Walking to your desk you noticed it looked like a small floral shop, bunches of flowers, soft toys and candy covered it all with cryptic notes that only you would understand. Hastily you pulled out a promotions bag to scoop all the candy into and another to fill with the plush rabbits, teddy bears and other animals hoping you could keep them hidden from any co-workers that would arrive later that morning.

Making your way up to the dance studio you noticed the light was on but there was no music to be heard and you couldn't hear talking or movement so you opened the door anyway grateful to find the room empty. Stacking the bags neatly in the corner you scurried back out and back towards you office to deal with the flowers, not noticing the two pairs of eyes that followed your movements from the end of the hallway concerned. You got back into the elevator only to receive a text from Felix

Jagi, do you want to come back up here and talk about it? It's just me and Minho in the studio.

You realized that they must have seen you or noticed the bags that had suddenly appeared so swallowing your concerns you made your way back down to them.

"Hi jagi" Felix smiled warmly as you stepped into the studio coming over immediately to wrap you in his arms.

"Morning Felix" you mumbled into his shoulder as he squeezed you lightly pulling away enough to press his lips to yours chastely.

"Kitten, are you alright? It is super early for you to be here" Minho, perceptive as ever, tilted his head to study you as though looking for physical evidence that you were not happy.

"I'm alright enough I guess" you half smiled hoping your exhaustion wasn't poking through your makeup. "Have you two pulled an all nighter"

"Hyunjin said you got hurt and that they are pretty angry with themselves" Felix murmured before kissing your temple then your cheek, his arms still wrapped around you comfortingly.

"Changbin royally fucked up didn't he? I guess they are all worried that you will end this with all of us and maybe move back to Itzy or Twice". Minho sighed sadly "In all honesty none of us would blame you even though we don't know the details".

"Please don't leave" Felix whispered.

"I'm not leaving, at least not yet" you reassured Felix before pulling away slightly so he would let you go, stepping forward you were engulfed in Minho's arms and pulled against his strong chest.

"Do you want to tell us and we can talk out the best way to get back at them" he smirked cheekily into your hair.

"I don't want to get back at anyone, I just don't know what to think or feel" you admitted stepping out of Minho's arms and moving to the couch to sit "Maybe although I will stay with the team I should step away from this agreement some what, I think I am too attached to you all now it is inevitable that I will get hurt" you blinked back the tears that were forming on your lashes.

Both Felix and Minho sat beside you silently, it seemed to be them who saw you at your weakest each time it happened. Minho stroking your knuckles with his thumb and Felix kissing your wrist and palm trying to soothe the pain you were feeling. Felix's phone began to ring with Hyunjin's name flashing across the screen, you pulled your hand away while he fished around in his hoodie to grab it leaning into Minho who pulled into his arms your back against his chest as you both watched Felix.

"Hey man, what are you doing up?" he answered trying to sound as normal as possible as he put the phone on speaker.

"Can't sleep, no one here can" he mumbled glumly.

"How did you manage to all get insomnia together?" Felix tried to joke but Hyunjin ignored it.

"Has our princess called you? I asked her to call you if she didn't want to call me I'm worried" Hyunjin sighed deeply.

"Just give her time, I don't know what you guys did but if it's as bad as Minho says she just needs time" Felix may have been talking to Hyunjin but his eyes were on you.

"I never should have let Chan talk me into doing that fucking song, I mean it wasn't his fault he didn't know but if I had just said no...."he trailed off sounding troubled.

"But you didn't know you guys really need to get some rest" Felix tried to calm him "our jagi needs a little space from us sometimes to process, it will be fine I'm sure".

"Night Felix" Hyunjin muttered bitterly "Let me know if she calls though we are all worried, Chan looks like he's going to breakdown he's so worried she will leave us".

"She will never leave us, even if the agreement ends, we promised her that we would all remain the same as we were" Felix tried again to alleviate Hyunjin's worries as you watched on feeling tears in your own eyes "Sleep Hyunjin". He disconnected the call turning to you to cup your face in his hands his worried eyes boring into yours as he wiped the tears from your lashes.

"What song kitten?" Minho asked soothingly now drawing patterns across your middle.

"I went to Chan's studio after the weekly meeting, you guys have worked so hard I was only in there for twenty minutes or so and I wanted to tell Chan how well you had done. Hyunjin was recording so I just sat a waited for him to finish when Hyunjin was happy with his delivery Chan played it back, they put some of that recording the Changbin was meant to delete into the track. It made me feel so dirty, like I am nothing but a plaything for you all, I just left and avoided everyone until I could go home, then I ignored all their calls" you explained quietly looking at the floor knowing you couldn't meet either of their eyes. "I should go upstairs again" you breathed moving to untangle yourself from Minho.

"Kitten, I'm so sorry" Minho whispered not yet releasing you.

"Jagi" Felix's voice cracked making you turn back to him, his eyes watery "please don't leave yet". You paused looking at his angelic face looking so sad before opening your arms for him to join in the cuddle you were having with Minho.

"You are not a plaything, not to me and not the Felix I can promise you that" Minho began "If you feel dirty because of the things we have done that is our fault and we are so very sorry that we made you feel like that" he kissed your ear gently.

"We all adore you jagi, really we do, we want you with us all the time and when you're happy we are so happy because you matter more to us then anyone else" Felix whispered his head laying against your chest "you signing the contract was the best thing that has happened to us since we debuted".

"you're being too sweet both of you" you mumbled feeling your eyes get heavy slowly.

"How much sleep have you had since this happened kitten?" Minho asked softly

"About two hours" you yawned.

"Alright, Felix you get up and hold our girl, I'll pull the cushions down to make us somewhere to rest and I'll lock the studio so no one can get in unless we let them in " Minho instructed helping you into Felix's arms while you sleepily frowned. He was fast with the whole thing pulling the seat cushions and back rests off to make a make shift bed big enough for the three of you to cuddle on which Felix helped you on to before cuddling you against his chest. With a faint click Minho locked the door turned off the lights and darkened the monitor before getting himself comfortable spooning you one arm holding your waist tightly. Closing your eyes you could smell their cologne and shampoos, feel their warmth surrounding you and hear their breathing which lulled you off to sleep.

It had only been a few hours but you felt better when you woke up entangled in the boys arms, Minho's hand had traveled up under your shirt to rest on your stomach and your legs were intertwined with Felix's both boys were already awake, if they had even slept at all, murmuring to each other above your head.

"Do you feel any better kitten?" Minho chuckled as you clung a bit tighter to Felix not wanting actually open your eyes yet.

"A little bit" you whined as he laughed quietly at you his hand travelling a little further up your bare skin to cup your breast kneading it slowly and making you gasp into Felix's chest.

"No fair hyung" Felix muttered placing him finger under your chin to lift your face towards his, his breathe across you cheeks making your eyes open to meet his briefly before he kissed you sensually, lips sliding against yours perfectly while his tongue sought entrance to your mouth. You mewled against his lips his hand slipping into your hair holding you to him while Minho pressed himself against your back lips moving to meet your neck to press feather light kisses and bites to your skin. Your soft pants and gasps seemed to encourage them on Felix moving his leg to press against your core and Minho lightly pinching and teasing your nipples through the fabric of your bra.

"Stop" you gasped as Minho let his hand wander down towards the waist band of your trousers "Not now, not here" you panted as they both instantly withdrew from you.

"Sorry jagi, we know you want to be careful during work hours" Felix breathed stroking your face with his thumb.

"Maybe later then kitten" Minho teased placing one last kiss to you neck moments before knocking started on the studio door and Minho's phone started ringing Chan's name flashing across the screen making you feel panicked all over again. Not answering it he simply stood and went to open the door while you stood up going to move the seat cushions back to where they belonged only for Felix to stop you and pull you into his arms letting you bury your face in his neck if you needed to hide.

Chan, Changbin and Seungmin walked into the room with Hyunjin tailing behind them. Seungmin, you realized by the way he was teasing the others, must have had no idea of what had happened the day before until he saw them notice you in Felix's arms and freeze up.

"What's happened?" he asked instantly looking between them and you.

"Baby? what are you doing here so early?" Chan asked before noticing the pile of cushions and looking at Minho.

"She needed some comfort so she could sleep so she was here with us" he shrugged like it wasn't a big deal.

"What did you do?" Seungmin frowned looking at Chan before walking to you and rubbing his hand comfortingly across your back.

"I'm alright Seugmin, But I do have to get back to my desk to start work" you smiled softly at him as Felix let you go, reaching up you kissed Seungmin's cheek before walking past the others without even looking at them.

Your desk still looked like a small florist when you arrived back at it but since it was only 9:00 only a couple of people had arrived and you could arrange for a courier to take the flowers from reception to your home without too much fuss. Staying at your desk for most of the morning you realized that you would have to start the next lot of promotional preparations which meant going over all schedules, concepts and needs the kids would have to make it a successful promotional period. Taking a few deep breathes you made your way towards the studios to see where you would catch the most members at once. Felix and Minho had spent the night going over the changes they were going to need to put in place for the choreography so you hoped at least some of them would be relearning that. You entered without knocking like you always did you finding instead of actually practicing or rehearsing everyone was mid argument.

"I know I fucked everything up alright" Changbin yelled frustrated.

"That isn't the point you idiot" Seungmin growled furiously "The point is you didn't even ask her did you? You just thought I'll share this with everyone and that was it".

"What happens when she decides that's it she wants out?" Jeongin added sounding angry "She might never be able to trust us again".

"Not to mention she actually told us it made her feel dirty, like we use her as a toy and she means nothing" Minho shouted over both of them everyone looking guilt ridden.

"I felt like that at the time, less so now" you sighed closing the door behind you trying to keep your professional mask in place. "Now I need this promo stuff authorized so can you all concentrate for just a little while so I can get this done for you".

"Angel" Jeongin started looking startled that you had just walked into them arguing about you and kept it together almost flawlessly.

"If you want to discuss it further we can but not right now" you finished firmly meeting his eyes "I adore you guys but right now I need to do my job and not worry about how I feel, so please help me out here".

"Of course what did you need from us?" Chan snapped back into work mode motioning for you to sit down.

"Thank you, I need to make sure this works with your current schedules and I need a solid decision on the concept" You looked up at him while the others all sat around in various places, Seungmin instantly moving to be at your side and Felix on the other.

"The schedule matches ours fine, we might just need to move an interview or two" Chan nodded.

I'll sort that out, now for the choreography are we thinking a more street concept or do you want darker, more rock vibe? I need to get costuming started" you asked still trying your hardest.

"Can I give you an answer by the end of the day?" Minho asked slowly considering his options.

"Of course" you nodded standing back up and moving to leave.

"Would you come back down here for lunch with us?" Seungmin asked cautiously "Maybe we can work some of this out?"

"Let me think about it" you smiled genuinely "I'll let you know" leaving them to work out what they were doing on their own.

Fifteen minutes before your lunch break you texted Seungmin asking if they were in a good enough place for you to join them because you didn't want them arguing the whole time in case someone overheard, not anything about you but overheard that there was any sort of discord in the group, once he assured you that there would be none you agreed to come down for lunch you could always leave if you needed to and you really needed to try to get past it so you could continue your job properly even if you couldn't be sure what you were going to do about everything else. Stepping into the studio it was quiet like they knew they needed to behave themselves making you pause.

"If this is too awkward I can go back upstairs" you sighed looking at each of them knowing that if they said that it was it would make up your mind for you.

"Please stay" Chan smiled at you hopefully "we would really like you to". Your heart swelled in your chest as he looked at you with such soft eyes, you knew he was sorry, you knew he enjoyed you being around but there was something more that he was letting shine through.

"Alright" you nodded walking further into the room, Felix and Seungmin patting the spot between them that would hopefully make you feel comfortable.

"We ordered a bunch of different stuff so hopefully you find something you want" Jeongin piped up gesturing to a bunch of different food containers sitting between the all.

"I'm not that fussy, I eat almost everything" you chuckled taking the chopsticks Seungmin held out for you.

"Fried chicken?" Felix offered, holding out a piece to feed to you, making you giggle and the others relaxed a little as you opened your mouth and took a bite.

"Alright you get a little of everything then kitten" Minho shrugged getting you a plate and putting a bunch of different things on it before passing it across to you.

"Thank you Minho" you knew your voice was quiet but you couldn't pretend that you were totally ok when you weren't, lying to them wasn't going to help. Everyone ate in silence until Hyunjin couldn't do that anymore.

"I'm so sorry princess" he blurted out making you jump a little "please don't leave us".

"I'm not going to leave the team Hyunjin" you furrowed your eyebrows slightly "I'm not sure about the agreement yet but I won't leave the team, I like working with you" you explained.

"So you might leave us?" Han whispered sadly putting his food down.

"I'm not sure yet Han, it's not particularly nice to be made to feel like I'm nothing more than a whore that's here for your amusement" you swallowed hard willing yourself not to cry. "I'm not used to being made to feel dirty and disgusting by people I care about so I have to think about what happens next".

"You are none of those things princess" Hyunjin stressed tears in his eyes. "none of them and we never wanted to make you feel that way".

"I know you didn't, but that doesn't stop me feeling these things" you explained gently trying not to upset him more than he was. "I can forgive you because you didn't mean to, it was not that any of you meant to hurt me, but I can't just forget it". You sighed sadly feeling yourself getting upset but you were going to try not to cry you didn't want the to feel worse you just needed them to understand.

"If you chose to end the agreement we will respect that, I promised you that nothing would change for you, we will still work with you and still care about you" Chan conceded clearing his throat as he tried to keep the emotion out of it but failing.

"Don't end the agreement" Changbin interrupted his eyes glossy "please". You looked at him for the first time since you had heard the track and saw how miserable he was and it made you feel conflicted you were still hurt but you could tell he was sorry, more than sorry you could see that he was hurting too.

"Chan" you closed your eyes collecting yourself as Felix rubbed your back and Seungmin kissed your wrist "If you get rid of the sounds on the track, and you can all swear to me that this will never happen again"

"I deleted the whole track already, the samples, the track of you and Bin all of it is gone" Chan answered instantly cutting you off "and this will never happen again all of us can swear to that".

"You don't have to stay with us" Minho added "Don't say you will because you feel some sort of guilt that we would be upset by you leaving us, you need to do what is best for you. We all care about you, probably more than we thought we would so we only want you to be happy".

"I know Minho, and I will think about it" you smiled faintly interrupted by your phone ringing "I will be there shortly I'm just going over scheduling with them now" you stood up your phone still against you ear and made your way to the door leaving them to watch you leave.

You left earlier than usual that evening feeling exhausted but optimistic that the boys had obviously learnt a lesson out of all of this and you had learnt how much they cared for you in return. Feeling lazy you caught a cab home and decided you would get take out after you had showered and changed into your pajamas so you could just lounge until you went to bed. Still scrolling through your phone deciding what to eat a text from Felix popped up telling you he had already ordered you dinner and it was on its way, he always managed to say or do something small that meant so much to you. The knock on your door came quickly making your stomach grumble as you got up to answer it the anticipation of what he had picked for you making you go to the door faster but when you opened it you were met with a bigger surprise. Holding a bag of food and a bakery box was Felix and behind him holding more roses than you had ever seen in one arrangement stood Hyunjin.

"Hi, come in?" you stuttered still a little stunned.

"We have dinner and dessert" Felix grinned stepping inside and leading you into your kitchen with Hyunjin stepping inside afterwards and locking the door behind him.

"I didn't expect you to bring dinner yourself, or more flowers" you sighed softly.

"We know, I told Felix it might upset you if we just turned up" Hyunjin mumbled not really looking at you as he places the basket of deep red roses down on your kitchen bench.

"I'm not upset Hyunjin, I'm just surprised and also now convinced that you have bought me every rose in the entire city" you smiled slightly looking at the flowers before you plus the eight other vases and boxes of flowers that filled your apartment.

"I don't think we have bought you every rose but we should have you deserve every single one" Hyunjin smiled softly looking at you standing in your kitchen in your pajamas barefaced reminding him of the day he spent here with you before he and the others had broken your heart.

"Sit please" you flushed slightly under his gaze "I'll get us plates and stuff" you shooed them around your kitchen island and towards the couch where they took spots on opposite ends.

Handing them each a plate you brought all the containers into the lounge and placed them on the table, grabbing chopsticks and cutlery you took a moment to decide where to sit which made Hyunjin move to get up.

"Sit with Felix princess , it's alright" he voice cracked sadly.

"Hyunjin please, sit I'll sit between you if that's alright" you swallowed hard hating that you were feeling so awkward around him after he had made you feel so beautiful and loved the last time he was here. You ate in silence for a few a little while before you sighed not enjoying how tense the air in the room was becoming.

"How are we going to fix this?" you asked softly not specifically even needing a response just needing to get the question off of your chest. Hyunjin cupped your face turning you to look at him, it was the first time you had let him since you heard the song. His thumbs caressed your cheekbones so carefully as though you might turn to smoke in his palms and disappear, leaning forward slowly he pressed his lips to yours in a slow sweet kiss letting you pull away when you were ready.

"I don't know but I am willing to do anything you want me to" he whispered earnestly his chocolate eyes swimming with emotion.

"We don't want to lose you jagi" Felix murmured his lips finding your neck as he placed feather light kisses across you skin.

"Don't want to lose any of you" you breathed as Hyunjin lent forward to kiss you again this time deeper and needier.

"Let us show you how much we want you to stay jagi" Felix mouthed against your skin his fingers deftly moving beneath the long sleeved shirt you were wearing tracing patterns across your skin.

"Do you want us to show you princess?" Hyunjin asked gently "Show you how much you mean to us?".

"Please" you whispered needily as a familiar need caught fire within you. Felix grinned against your skin nipping at your shoulder then soothing the skin with his tongue.

"Come then princess, let us worship you" Hyunjin murmured as Felix pulled your top over your head and dropped it beside the couch his hands cupping your breasts and squeezing them teasingly. Hyunjin pulled you gracefully to your feet leading you and Felix to your bedroom, a place that they both knew well, beginning to undress themselves while they took turns claiming your mouth. Felix was kissing you passionately when Hyunjin slipped his fingers into the waist band of your sleep pants teasing the elastic slowly before letting his fingers hook them and pull them down your thighs until they fell to the floor and he could begin mapping the skin of your bare skin. His fingers dragged lightly across the skin of your things before delving between your folds making him groan into the mark he was sucking into your shoulder.

"Does she feel as good as I think she does" Felix smirked looking into your eyes as you gasped Hyunin's fingers finding your clit and rubbing it ever so slowly.

"Our princess feels like heaven" Hyunjin purred nipping at your ear "You want first or second Lix?".

"First" Felix grinned kissing you again his fingers teasing your nipples as his tongue rolled against yours.

"One little taste of you princess and our little Felix is hooked" he chuckled letting go of you so Felix could get you exactly where he wanted you. Sitting, Felix pulled you into his lap to straddle him his fingers sliding between your folds to continue where Hyunjin left off smiling brightly when you moaned at his touch.

"So wet for us jagi, so perfect and just for us" Felix cooed as you rocked against his hand the pleasure building which each movement you made "ready for me jagi?" he whispered kissing his way across your jaw.

"Please need to feel you Felix" you whimpered lifting yourself slightly so you could slide down his shaft.

"Fuck jagi" Felix groaned deeply making your walls flutter around him, he began rolling his hips under you fucking into you gently while he pulled you against his chest his lips seeking out your neck to kiss and suckle while you moaned lewdly every time his tip grazed your g spot.

"So good" you whined as your orgasm crept closer, sensing your walls tightening around him Felix began thrusting up into you a little harder groaning as you clamped down on him as your high rippled through you, he continued thrusting until you came down from your high kissing you lips gently.

"My perfect jagi" Felix whispered into your ear grasping your hips tightly to keep you still "Can I give you more?"

"Please" you panted eyes widening with pleasure as he slowly rolled his hips into you, he gently took your chin in his finger to turn your head towards Hyunjin making you watch him as he hungrily stared at you riding Felix's cock and Felix increased the speed he pumped up into you brushing your g spot again and again until you were gasping his name still watching Hyunjin hiss and he tried not to touch his achingly hard cock.

"Do you like Hyunjin watching you take my cock jagi, you like him seeing me fill this pretty cunt?" he groaned as your walls tightened again around him.

"Yes Felix, fuck yes" you cried as another orgasm washed over you making your head fall against Felix's chest as you felt his warm seed fill you.

"I think Hyunjin needs you jagi" Felix purred helping you to your feet steadying you as your faced Hyunjin who still watched you with hooded eyes as you licked your lips looking at him with wide eyes and Felix's cum dripping onto your thighs.

"Lay down princess" Hyunjin instructed gently his voice tight as he stalked towards you "Going to show you exactly why you should stay with us forever" his voice growing softer as you did as you were told. You reached out your arms to him as he crawled over you kissing you lightly all over teasing you with his perfectly soft lips.

"Hyunjin" you breathed wanting him more and more with each kiss.

"You are a goddess" he sighed into your skin "You deserve to be worshiped and revered" his kisses began turning into soft sucking and nibbling as he reached your breasts making you hum with pleasure before continuing up to finally claim you lips in a searing kiss.

"Just want to kiss you forever princess" he whined against your lips biting your lower lip lightly letting his tongue soothe it before delving into your mouth his hands moving to cup your face as you felt his hard length press against your mound. Your mind went blank the longer he kissed you nothing else existed in that moment just his hands, hips lips and finally his cock as he angled his hips to slip inside of you.

"Hyunjin" you keened softly as he stilled above you.

"It's alright princess I only want to love you, let me just love you" He breathed into you hair so only you could hear him as he languidly began to slide his cock out of you again "Love how you feel princess wrapped around me". You whined loudly as he made love to you so sweetly tears began forming in the corner of your eyes as one slipped down your cheek he caught it with his lips groaning as he tasted it on his tongue.

"Hyunjin" you moaned lowly feeling the tendrils of another orgasm making their way through you. Your mid was fuzzy and your eyes glazed as he continued to fuck you lazily but deeply his cock brushing just below your cervix making you legs shake. "Hyunjin" you whined again.

"I have you princess" he smiled dazzlingly as you felt yourself tip over the edge of your high, your vision going white as your walls gripped him and you arched off the bed he followed you moments later growling your name out deeper then you had ever head him painting your walls white like Felix before him. You laid in the middle of your bed dazed your body felt like it was heavier than lead but your mind was floating basking in the perfection of Felix and Hyunjin.

"Is jagi alright?" Felix asked softly as Hyunjin chuckled slipping out of you and moving to grab a washcloth from your bathroom to clean you up.

"She's fine just very tired did you make some tea?" Hyunjin smiled carefully cleaning you up while Felix put a mug of tea beside you bed.

"Yeah and I have the cupcakes but I feel like I missed the fun" he pouted looking between Hyunjin and you as you hissed softly while his cleansed your sensitive flesh.

"You can watch next time" You giggled slowly sitting up as Felix got into bed on your right and Hyunjin on your left.

"I bought dessert and I will totally stay and watch next time" He grinned.

"Eat up princess you need to get your strength back after that effort" Hyunjin chuckled making you smile.

"Is all of this to convince me to stay?" "you whispered.

"Did it work?" Felix beamed leaning in to kiss your cheek.

"Yes it did" you sighed sipping the mug of tea Hyunjin handed you making them both tackle you to the bed to hug you once Hyunjin had put the mug back safely on your bed side table.

a/n: Alright this was a bit of an epic sorry about that (I'm not actually sorry at all) but thank you for reading as always likes, rebolgs and comments fill me with joy and I am eternally thankful for all of you xx

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contentloadingandstuff · 1 year

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Overstim with Ganyu and Kokomi

A/N: Fellow Ganyu enjoyers eating well this week, huh? Also, I did a thing with Kokomi - I wonder who will guess what exactly she is reading first...

CW: Male!Reader, bondage, names ("master", "girl"), overstim, cuteness.

And... cut.

Ganyu's stamina is not that great. She can take pain like a champ, but pleasure? It's a completely different story. Poor Ganyu can cum from even the gentlest fuck you can manage. Her body and mind is just too overwhelmed with pure lust for you to resist. Her record is four minutes, which wouldn't be a problem in the slightest if she didn't get so awfully sensitive after orgasm. Ganyu gets so loud and squirmy that it's hard to keep making love to her.

She isn't happy with that, not in the slightest. Despite all the reassurance from you that you're more than okay with her performance, she decided to work on that with edging. Being as diligent as ever, Ganyu designed a system of punishments and rewards. For holding out, she would get to choose between dates, cuddling and a little less healthy meals with you. As for her punishment, however… One orgasm for every fifteen seconds off her target time.

Is it rough? Absolutely merciless. Is it working? No, of course not. Orgasm is not something Ganyu can entirely control, so cumming too early is rarely her fault. Then why the punishment? Because it makes things scarily exciting, she finds. She finds the process of having her mind broken extremely fun, even if she's crying, screaming, pleading for her punishment to end. She will always assure you that the extreme stimulation is the fun part, and that no harm is being done to her. You two also signed a contract between each other that no matter how much she begs you, you will not go easy on her.

You watch on with a fond smile as your cute, gentle, beloved Ganyu lies on the bed. Her beautiful body is completely nude, safe for her thigh highs, now soaked in her own fluids. Two bullets buzz deep inside her, but most of the torment comes from the clit vibrator. Even despite it being on the lowest power it proves to be far, far worse than the other two. It vibrates on her swollen clitoris, setting fire to her pussy and making her whine. She shakes her legs constantly, desperately trying to knock the torture device off of herself, but legs are forced open with a spreader bar. Ganyu couldn't be a good girl, so you got it to help her serve her sentence thoroughly. Her small hands grip the ropes tying her to the bed frame so tightly that her skin is white.

Underneath her bare frame are you, naked as well. Your dick rests against her back, throbbing with every beautiful sound she makes. Moans, cries, whines, whimpers, squeaks and squeals mix in with fragments of words. She tries to talk to you. She is desperate to be freed, freed from the unending, torturous pleasure, but Ganyu lost the ability to speak coherently three orgasms ago. You gently rock your hips, rubbing your length over her soft skin while slobbering her neck with messy kisses and slight nibbles. Your hands play with her breasts, massaging the bountiful flesh and rubbing her rock-hard nipples.

She tenses up and her back arches, arms pulling on her restraints even harder. Her voice pitches and her noises become more panicked. You smile against her skin, and pull her back against you tightly. Her legs bend and kick in desperation.

"Y/N Y/N Y/NY/Ny/ny/ny/ny/ny/n!" She gasps as another powerful orgasm washes over her. She relaxes her body for a split second, but Ganyu quickly gets squirmy again as the vibrators keep going, mercilessly pleasuring her exhausted pussy. You nibble on her ear, whispering to her in between your little bites.

"Good little Qiling… cum for me, just like that. You can make it, I believe in you. Just three more orgasms and you're free…"

Ganyu just whimpers in response as her torment continues.

Hard days of work drain her energy completely. At the end of those times, she needs more than just a refill of her power supply. She needs a system reset. And what better way to reset herself than by being overstimulated to oblivion, until her exhausted mind completely breaks and you restore it with kisses and cuddles? She will do it for fun as well! Being pushed to multiple orgasms past her limit is so unbelievably intense and so very hot, she thinks. Kokomi just loves being shameless in front of you - a moaning, drooling mess, squirting all over a toy is a side of her only you will get to see.

Especially if you play little games at the same time, with you as her (game) master. Like, say, reciting the strategy texts she memorized by heart. The constant mind melting vibrations on her cute pussy make it so much more challenging and fun.

"...p-preparations against u-us… a-ah…" Kokomi's voice trembles.

You coo, stroking her soft hair. "Well done my dear! You're doing so good. What now…" You flip one of her favorite textbooks, looking for an interesting line to ask of her. "Chapter 3, entry 17, point 2."

Kokomi drops her head, face twisting into a frown of struggle. She fights to keep her mind intact enough to recite the passage. If she gets five in a row, no more orgasms will be added to her funishment. For every wrong answer the streak resets and one more orgasm gets added to her post-victory sentence. Her small, cuffed hands clutch the edge of the sybian. Small gasps and moans come out of her mouth, nearly drowned out by the constant buzzing of the machine working on her pussy. Her hands are not locked behind her back or over her head, because Kokomi is a good girl. Kokomi knows that if she can keep her pussy on the machine and her hands from interfering, no such measures have to be taken.

"He… he w-will w-win wh- hm! - who k-knows how t-to hand-le b-both superior a-and inferior f-forces…" She says, eyes tightly shut in immense focus.

"Good girl! Just one more, okay? You can do it baby~" You lean in, planting your lips on hers. As you kiss her, loudly and sloppily, her cuffed hands caress your bare chest. She moans, oh so beautifully on your lips. You part, leaving her on the device. “Let’s see… chapter 8, entry 12 as well as point 4. Can you quote it for me?”

“Hngh… p-point four…” She makes a short break for a whimper, and collects herself again. “T-there a-are five d-dangerous faultssss- AH!”

Kokomi squeals and suddenly falls silent, moans replaced with quick breaths. Her small frame is slightly rocking against the sybian as her thighs tremble intensely. Her eyelids flutter, and she raises her cuffed hands above her head in pure orgasmic bliss. Her mouth hangs agape for a moment before all of her body relaxes and drops. You see her juices pouring down from underneath her slit.

She remains still for a solid minute, features changing between expressions of pleasure and frowns of pain as the overstimulation picks up again. She gulps before speaking.

“S-sorry Master…”

You put down her book, and move closer again. As her body trembles from a mix of relief, pleasure and overwhelming stimulation she looks at you, smiling brightly, barely any brainpower left to use in her mind. The intense wave of emotions forced tears from her eyes, leaving them to make their way down her cheek. You return her smile, affectionately wiping her tears.

“Don’t worry, you can try again, right? This time you’ll make it, I’m sure of it.” You stroke her cheek, and she leans into your touch. “I’m sure you’ll manage, because you’re not a good girl - you’re the best girl.”

You turn down the vibrations slightly with the remote, letting her get a little rest. Before turning the device back up, you place a smooch right on her little nose.

“How about chapter 3 entry 7?”

Thanks for reading!

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orikiys · 10 months

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✿ ✿ 〞 horror room escape

✰ pairings : ot9!skz × gn!reader

✰ genre : crack + fluff

✰ word count: 1.4k + words

౨₊ৎ chan

he cares about you so much and promises that he will protect you but the moment he spots something spooky he needed to save himself first

ends up abandoning you somewhere and a few minutes later the realisation hits him. sneakily looks around for you and the moment he sees you he's gonna throw you over his shoulders and run

"why do you work out when you can't even fight?" changbin's wise words

will definitely hide behind you and let out that loud squeak upon sensing some movement

in the end, both of you have your hands clutched together so tight that I swear the blood circulation has stopped

will apologize later constantly hugging you and kissing your face

౨₊ৎ minho

fearless guy for real

will be so cocky, "say please?" "how much do you love me?"

gets scared when you scream and ends up screaming as well

is the one to scare you. suppose you're walking ahead of him he'll purposely go the other way round and sneak up on you scaring you to the death

will also be the type to record you screaming and will later blackmail you using that video to get anything done

but the moment you do the same to him he will be so dramatic

won't let you hold his hand saying he'll get germs on him

will purposely put you in front when someone appears making you almost cling on to him in fear

you both manage to get out pretty quickly but the moment you do, you're both back to the sulking face. will probably cross arms over chests and pouts.

you've learned enough habits from him now.

he's made you a carbon copy of him

౨₊ৎ changbin

changbin will go all protective mode on you

he'll probably hide you behind his back or keep his hand on your waist and lead you safely. he will peek into the hallway and drag you

if a zombie appears in front of you he will try and shoo the zombie away

target locked

the zombie ends up chasing you both and you swear you've never seen changbin run so fast

you both will probably end up arguing on which room to explore first

both end up going separate ways

baby changbin comes running to you not even a minute later and follows you everywhere carefully glancing around

this is gonna be one hell of a chaotic escape with him

almost swears out loud if he sees something move

the boys will probably be able to hear your mixed screams and sometimes get confused because changbin's screams are way too high pitched

౨₊ৎ hyunjin

should've thought twice before going with him

this guy won't hesitate to sceam at the top of his lungs the moment he hears something- turns out it's just the window creaking due to the wind

"why did I even agree coming here with you?"

falls to the floor dramatically upon seeing a weird looking doll

hyunjin would be so jumpy throughout the entire time and will be pretty dramatic of loud noises or jump scares

will brag that the zombie didn't chase him but chased you

is the type to hold his breath and peek open one eye when opening something or entering a room

tries to do a roblox dance in the hallway but screams and fake cries when he sees something running towards him

man is so flexible he manages to climb and sit on a cupboard at the very top

you would look at him astonished making him grin

in the end, he helps you up anyway and you both stay in the same position for about 30 minutes when the staff comes and tells you both to get down

happily sways your hand and mocks the ghost actors when they can't chase you both

brags to other saying he scared the ghosts and they let him go

౨₊ৎ han

the type to start singing when he panics

will utter absolute nonsense upon spotting ghosts

is also a backstabber like lee know

will scare you to death by making howling noises or telling you fake horror stories

he's such a big fan of horror that he already knows the next move

"that doll will start singing now"

"that bat will probably move from one to end to the other"

"the zombie will sneak up from the dark corners, be careful"

he does end up being right every SINGLE time

will drape his arms on your shoulder and walk as if he's in a runway till he spots a ghost sitting at the corner

eyes widen and jaw dropped, he will drag you and run as fast as he can

you both end up finding some clues to escape

this man has guts. and when I tell you that I mean that he will try and scare the ghost or will run behind the ghost. rhe moment the ghost stops playing with him he will let out a shrill scream and call you out frantically trying to get rid of the ghost behind him

ends up flinching twice even though he said this won't scare him

loses the bet to you on who will scream the most

will probably end up with a sore throat from screaming but will take you out for ice cream later

౨₊ৎ felix

gets so scared it isn't even funny

will try to stall time just as you are about to enter

will clutch the hem of your shirt and hides his face in your back/ neck upon witnessing the most horrid creature he ever did. mind you that creature was a fake ghost.

ends up crying a bit when the ghost chases him or when you both get separated 🥺🥺

don't. I repeat don't leave this baby all alone! stay by his side at all times!!

you will probably end your rubbing his back and reassuring that it's just a ghost

most likely to sit down on the floor in fear / shock

qnd when he sees you recording him will brush his clothes and stand up acting all confident

you are his knight in shining armor

will probably sacrifice you by standing behind you and pushing you in each room or to check if the coast is clear

ends up buying you everything you want just so you don't leak anything that occured today

"forget everything that happened today okay?" will constantly keep reminding you this and be sure to not try any pranks for at least a month?

no, that's too long for him. maybe two weeks of peace?

౨₊ৎ seungmin

this man hates jump scares

whenever he gets scared he will probably try to divert his mind by either looking somewhere else or by teasing you

won't say it out aloud since it was your idea to try the escape rooms and he knows how much you love them

will smile weakly but he's internally crying and will NEVER let you plan a date

a DATE? with ghosts? yeah that's not a good idea if you're dating seungmin

as you both continue to try and escape by now you realize that he hates it

he would feel guilty when you feel guilty

will end up reassuring you that he's alright

in the end both of you scaredy cats cling onto each other and practically sprint to the exit

you will probably have to pamper him later with food and love

otherwise get ready to face the darkest days of your life ( with his sarcasm ofc )

౨₊ৎ jeongin

he might not be as fazed upon seeing the ghosts as he is inside the dark rooms

will whine when you try to get away from him

hugs you from the side and the pressure is TOO hard that you can't breathe

you will have to waddle along with him since he won't let go of you anytime sooner

the moment you escape the room he'll hide you in his arms and strut out confidently

jeongin hides his face in your shoulder, peeking one eye out occasionally to check on what’s happening when he gets too swayed away thinking that the ghosts are way too real. he would get nervous easily when the ghost would chase you both and would cling on to you for his dear life

he trusts you so much !!!

jeongin squeals at the sound of the pennywise cackling or whenever he would accidentally knock something down, and buries his face into your neck. “y/n!”

thank you so much for reading up till here! I hope you liked it : )

#ॱଳ͘#stray kids reactions #stray kids #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han #felix #seungmin #jeongin #skz #skz imagines #straykids reactions

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judasgot-it · 1 year

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Tecchou x Reader

"Really? Anything for 20 dollars?"

Scenario: You try not to vomit on Tecchou's shoes after eating one of his food combinations.

Warning: There's vomit. Also might make a part two? I don't know tbh.

As the secretary for the Hunting Dog's, you were privy to a lot of their personal lives. You had access to their medical records, taxes, personal files...as well as seeing just how downright weird they are.

It was no secret that they were bizarre, but the longer you were exposed to them, the more you realized that they were just...like that.

Somehow you still cared about them.

"Tecchou that is nasty, I would rather die than be around that." You could hear yelling from across the building, meaning that the group had come back from a mission.

Which was actually good news seeing as you had managed to finish your paperwork for the day, so you could take your leave without much notice. No one would mind if you left anything for the next day anyway, seeing as no one got much done in the building when they were around.

It wasn't their fault, they were just...loud.

"Why don't we ask y/n? They'll judge it fairly."

Oh great.

You started sneaking around the room, trying to find another exit other than the single door you had to your office. You really wanted to take your early leave without their shenanigans.

Surely there was a secret exit somewhere behind your desk?

Too late. It opened.

"Y/n, could you assist us?" Tecchou sounded far too calm and polite after slamming open your office door, causing another hole into your wall. Jouno followed, leaving the door open as if your privacy didn't matter.

It really didn't, not with this group.

You didn't bother responding, just waiting for them to explain what they were arguing about.

"Tecchou made the most disgusting drink and this time he is actually trying to convince me it's consumable. Please tell him even you won't try it." Jouno was ranting, standing as far as possible from Tecchou who was holding a gallon jug of some strange concoction.

Tecchou, to make a point, took a swing of it, drinking a third of the drink and making a loud noise of satisfaction. Jouno screamed in annoyance.

"OK. What's in it that's so bad?" If you were being honest, you tended to think Jouno was being dramatic sometimes. Soy Sauce Latte's weren't that bad - not a drink of choice, but not exactly worth a tantrum.

"Eggs, Ramen noodles, protein powder, monster energy, sour gummy bears and ginger."

He said it with a straight face as Jouno gagged. It was dramatic but it was warranted this time. You felt bile rise in the back of your throat at even the thought of that. You couldn't even move from your spot.

"Tecchou...what made you think this was a good idea?" You were having a staring contest as he swished his drink around, which you now noticed had a sort of mushy consistency. Did he put it in a blender?

"I combined my lunch with my pre-workout and my snack, it's genius. Now I can take it while I'm on the go."

He took another swing, face unchanging. It was a challenge, almost.

He was a smart man who has gone undefeated in battle, with unquestionable morals. But his idea of a 'genius' drink...

"I'm going to vomit..." Jouno was almost sweating.

"Why would you want me to try that?" You really did not want to try it. The gallon jug was halfway empty now, which astounded you. How did he drink it so fast?

"Please?" His face was genuine. Like a sad puppy.

You looked to the side, and then back at him. Maybe he was secretly a genius, able to toy with your emotions so easily.

His puppy eyes were very persuasive if you were being honest.

"20 dollars. 100 if I vomit. And I take only one swing."

Jouno gagged again.

"Really?! You can be bought out so easily?" Jouno wasn't even drinking it but he was suffering so much, his face red from being near the drink. How was he considered a super soldier?

"Anything for 20 dollars Jouno. Seriously, I did some crazy things before I had this job."

You weren't kidding either. This job payed well enough to keep you in the position, so you didn't bother finding a new one. You weren't exactly the most employable person out there anyway.

"Really? Anything for 20 dollars?" Tecchou walked over to you, handing you the disgusting mixture.

"I'm gonna have to keep that in mind."

His tone sounded odd. Did he really plan on using this against you?

"Please don't make me doing this a regular thing." You looked into the jug finally, seeing the weird piss color of the mixture as it sloshed around in the jug.

Tecchou just smiled at you. You didn't know what his intentions were.

Maybe 20 dollars wasn't enough.

You didn't bother prepping, just raising it up and taking a swing. As you did, you heard Jouno choke on air again.

You choked too as you felt the mixture hit your mouth. It was horrible.

First it was the texture. It was a mixture of liquid and some sort of mashed substance. The gummy bears and Ramen made it a strange mix of chewy and soggy. Then it was the taste. It was everything and nothing. But it sure as hell burned everything it touched. There was a lot of ginger, with a hint of artificial sweetness from the energy drink.

You kept it there, scared to swallow, before you tried to take it all in at once. You had to take the jug away as you choked with your mouth closed, trying not to spit everything out.

You closed your eyes and put a hand over your mouth, forcing yourself to swallow anything left in your mouth. You felt spit quickly building up in your mouth. You swallowed it down, hard - allowing yourself to breathe air finally.

Looking at the jug, you barely had drinken anything. But your stomach felt disgusting, as there was bile building up in the back of your throat.

You felt a hand pat your shoulders, as Tecchou leaned over you. His other hand reached for the jug, now moving to set it aside onto the nearby desk. Thank god.

If you looked at that thing you might vomit enough to reach Jouno, who was practically hiding behind the doorframe in disgust.

"Are you ok?" What a stupid fucking question. You straightened your back, trying to compose yourself despite still feeling unease in your body. You managed to push it aside.

"Yea, I'm fine. But that's absolutely revolting, I have to be completely honest with you."

"I'm surprised you haven't managed to vomit yet. You'd get a hundred dollars out of it." Jouno's face was still red from the gagging he himself was doing, so you felt satisfied that you weren't the only one suffering.

"No, I wouldn't want too. Then I'd have to leave the office for a day while they do a carpet cleaning. I'd rather take the 20 dollars." You finally managed to smile, feeling the horrible sensation of bile and evil settle in your stomach. How it was digesting you didn't want to know.

You turned towards Tecchou, smiling as you held your hand out expectantly for your payout.

It was absolutely disgusting but 20 dollars? Was 20 fucking dollars.

He began reaching for his pocket, looking for his wallet, when you felt the uneasiness come back tenfold.

You put a hand over your mouth, and the next thing you knew, felt nothing but that same burning sensation come back out of your throat.

It was disgusting, and you could faintly hear Jouno leaving as you bent over to relieve some of the pain in your stomach.

As quick as it came it left, and you were left looking at a yellow mess over your pants and on Tecchou's shoes. Your chin was dripping wet and all you wanted to do was sit down.

There was a horrible, awkward pause where neither of you said anything to one other.

"You owe me 100 dollars now."

You were hoping to ease the tension, but you still were heaving after that small event.

Tecchou said nothing as he led you over to your desk chair. His face portrayed nothing to the disgust he was probably feeling at having been vomited on, which you really could commend him on. This was definitely not exciting or fun.

"Let's just get cleaned up right now. Do you have any wipes?"

"In the first drawer to the right."

He leaned over, pulling them out. As gently as a man like him could, he started wiping your pants down with them.

"You don't have to do that." You smiled a little, taking a wipe and wiping off the chunks that got on your shirt. You didn't even drink that much, how was it everywhere?

"It's fine, this is my fault. Let me clean it up." He took a new wipe from the box, wiping off your face. His eyes were concentrated as he wiped a little roughly, trying to make sure you were as clean as possible.

This was embarrassing, as well as a little intimate. You couldn't help the blush that spread across your face at how close he was. It felt nice to be taken care of, but really, like this? This was just gross.

"You know your shoes are still dirty, right?"

He looked down at his, sure enough, vomit soaked shoes. He hummed, cleaning them off as well.

"Sorry about that. Didn't think the drink would be that bad."

There was a pause. He stood up, throwing the dirty wipes into trash under your desk. He then turned to you, his face for once showing bashfulness.

"Is it really that bad?" His eyes were a wide, as if embarrassed at the notion that he might have been a little odd. This might really have been his first time noticing it.

You gave him a small smile, standing up alongside him. The calves of your pants were soaked, as well as the bottom half of your shirt. Thank god you were going to leave work after this.

"Yes. Yes it is. But that's a you thing, and I wouldn't have you any other way." You really did mean those words. He was odd to an extreme, but you wouldn't want him to change. You've grown attached to the odd behavior, it almost makes your day sometimes when it doesn't leave you vomiting on your carpet.

He deserved to know that you did in fact, care about him.

Tecchou stared at you, analyzing your face. You stared back, keeping your smile.

This went on for a while before he finally replied.

"Do you want a ride home?" His hand went to the hilt of his sword, thumbing the cold metal.

You simply nodded, following behind him as he walked out of the office. Tomorrow you could deal with it, as for now you just wanted to get home and change, maybe take a nap.

Tecchou giving you your 100 dollars you could also deal with later.

This honestly turned into something else? Idk, it's kinda gross and also NOT the best but I'm bored at work

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #tecchou x reader #tecchou suehiro #tecchou

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bunningchaos · 3 months

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..This was meant to just be a shading test, but it somehow turned out like this.

Anyways, from what I've seen and were told. It's the murderer's birthday, so uh.

Happy birthday to the dusty boi!

Albeit this drawing definitely isn't a good celebration

Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale, on Tumblr!

Swap belongs to Popcorn Pr1nce, on... Uh, where?

Andd, because I felt like it, putting a extra story thingy underneath the cut

This is mainly only for the drawing

Time and time again, the timeline kept on being rewinded back to the start. As if the human whom monopolized the power of 'Determination' had encountered some sort of issue that forced them to go back constantly. Starting all over again, rather than continuing from where the last save point left off.

How unusual, Sans couldn't grasp the situation at all. Even so, this wasn't going to stop him from moving forward with his plans on gathering EXP and LV for himself. All for the sake of hindering the human's progress and to get stronger, much stronger than the vile being that treats every monsters' lives like nothing but toys.

As much as he tries to tell himself, "It's for the better". Guilt still overwhelms him heavily, especially when he land the final blow on his own brother. His one and only precious family member, though that's besides the point. He had to forsake literally everything he knew, his morals, the others that he knew. Even the friends he made from other Universes, having no other choice but to cut contact with them. For the fear of possibly putting them in harm's way just.. didn't feel right.

Not like the current situation was any better! Why?

The current issue, right at this very point, lies in the fact that.. there wasn't any monsters in sight. No matter where he looked, exception for the few that he had managed to dust within Snowdin's town. All of it accumulating to lesser LV than the initial amount he'd normally obtain in the prior resets.

Adding onto the fact that he could barely even get one simple thing done courtesy of the constant reloading and resetting that was ongoing. This in turns, ended up frustrating him more than expected.

Just what the hell is wrong with that thing this time?

Did they finally get bored of dusting monsters and decided to mess with him by screwing with the timeline?

That surely can't be it, right?

Or was it...?

Hell if he knows, pushing aside every single thoughts in his head for the time-being. He made his way towards Waterfall, his slippers damp from the snow, the fluffy fabric making soft 'squish'-like noises with each step that was taken. Disturbing the tranquil silence, where nothing else could be heard other than the subtle noises from the waterfall.

Too peaceful, everything was far too peaceful. In a horrible way, dust could be seen drifting within the air. The atmosphere abnormally tense whilst then temperature dropped to a all-time low, even lower than the snowy region's.

Narrowing his eye sockets, his eye lights glowed dimly. Barely illuminating the darkened surrounding, there having absolutely no light sources other than the occasional echo flowers scattered around randomly. The bright blue glow emitted from those flowers was eye burning, to say the least. Yet it did a pretty good job of lighting up the area, albeit a limited range.

Even so, every single one of those flowers he walked past. All repeated the screams and noises of sheer panic, presumably from the residents of Waterfall. The culprit that caused all those, however, was unidentifiable from just these voice 'recording'. If one can even call it that.

For there isn't a single word nor sound, uttered from the perpetrator.

This definitely wasn't the doing of that disgusting thing, so, who else could it be?

Undyne? No, she isn't the type to harm others. Maybe except the human, after all. Sans did witness her going all out against them multiple times, yet it never succeeded. They were always stronger.. no, they abused their ridiculous ability to reload and kept on trying, when they failed the first few times. Unfortunately, getting the upper hand eventually and finishing off the Captain of the Royal Guard, once they learnt from their mistakes that caused their deaths and losses.

Alphys? Definitely not, she's too much of a coward to even hurt a fly.

Asgore? Yet another no.

So who...?

Unbeknownst to Sans, as he lost himself within his own thoughts. He failed to notice a presence behind him, one that was familiar yet also not anymore.

Within the blink of an eye, Sans was abruptly yanked backwards by a hand grasping tightly onto the bright red scarf that hung around his neck. Startling him right back into reality, his balance being thrown off as he barely managed to keep himself from falling onto his bum. His guard immediately rosed up, however, before he could even react nor do a thing.

A sharp blue bone, was pointed directly at his neck. It was a clear threat, that if he moved even one inch. The culprit wouldn't hesitate to harm him, and knowing of his current stats. He dare not make a move.

For once, in a dreadfully long period of time. He felt fear seep into his body, whoever this was. Is definitely dangerous, even though they didn't give off the same presence as the human.

"..Huh?" Sans uttered under his breath, his eye lights shrinking when he took notice of the all-too-familiar cyan gloves that the other person.. no, monster, was wearing.

It can't be. There's no way, he tried to deter his thoughts away from the numerous possibility that stirred within his mind. Yet it was all for nothing, once the other spoke up

"Found you." The voice was so unsettlingly cold, sending chills running down his spine. His entire body tensing up and freezing in place, he couldn't move. It felt as if his feet were rooted straight into the ground.

Not just fear, but sheer disbelief overtook him entirely. Not at all needing to turn around, to figure out the other's identity. As it was more than obvious, Sans so badly wanted to curl up into a hole and die.

It was Swap, the one other version of himself that resembled his own brother, Papyrus. Especially, being quite righteous and isn't afraid of speaking up plus doing things for the greater good. Due to him wanting to join the Royal Guards, hence having a more, dominating presence and attitude.

So, if that was the case. Why did Sans feel so much bloodlust from him? The one monster that is meant to be.. kind and forgiving, but not naive. At least, not murderous.

"Don't underestimate me, Classic. Did you really think you could cut me off that easily?"

Swap's tone was like a sharp blade, cutting through the tense silence. His entire demeanour had completely changed, there wasn't even a single shred of the once upbeat tone he used to have.

As much as Sans didn't want to cry, his body betrayed him. Bright blue tears welling up within the corner of his eye sockets, this wasn't supposed to happen.

The other skeleton wasn't meant to be here, neither should he be.. this.. malicious. It felt as if this 'Swap' was nothing more than a genocidal freak, with the presence he gave off.

Sans was more than certain he made sure no one else, but himself knew what was going on. He ensured that he left quietly without arising any suspicions.

..Or did Swap just paid too much of a attention to him?

No one could tell at this point, even Sans himself wasn't sure what Swap's intentions even were.

Since his thoughts trailed off, only now piecing together the puzzles of what caused the human to have so much issues.

They were caught up trying to deal with Swap, a completely new and unexpected obstacle.

....

This is going to be troublesome.

#undertale #undertale au #sans au #utmv au #utmv #bunningart #bunningstory #dust sans #murder sans #swap sans #underswap sans #gonna add a extra tag for this specific swap boi #LV!Swap #might do more stuff for him #just maybe

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justwritedreams · 1 year

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Not too late | Baekhyun

Idol!Baekhyun x Idol!Reader Word count: 2409 Genre: pure fluff Author: maari Warnings: Brief mentions of stalkers and failed relationship, conversation about the lives of two idols idk i think it's a warning lol Note: I couldn't help myself and I needed to make this as cute as possible so enjoy Request: can you write baekhyun's love confession to the friend he met on a varyete show? (Like master key) ⫷ Exo Masterlist

Y/N held the belly that hurt to laugh so much, she felt the tears run down her face but had no strength to dry them, just to lean on the wall of the hallway where she was.

She had just recorded an episode of a variety show and although the topic had been a little macabre with zombies, because the new All of Us Are Dead season had already debuted, she had never laughed so much in her life, even though she hated anything involving suspense or terror.

"Oh, I can't breathe." She spoke in the middle of laughter.

"I'm glad I made you laugh even after so long." Baekhyun spoke, putting his hands on his waist as he saw Y/N slip at the floor laughing so much. Although his cheeks were pink and he smiled shyly, he agreed that he had found it funny.

The show brought together some famous actors and singers, with the theme school and zombies. Basically they needed to leave school before they were attacked by the zombies but with some missions that intended to draw the attention of the zombies. They had to sing in silence, finding clues that would make noise but would lead to the key that would free them.

In one of the missions Baekhyun and Y/N had split from the group to look for clues in one of the rooms, which had a trap with a bell to make a shrill noise when they opened the door, it was a trap to capture the zombies in that room but the funny part came when the zombies were running there.

Y/N was stopped in the corner of the room without moving and Baekhyun ... Well, he threw himself on the floor with a face of dread so funny that Y/N needed to control her laughter so as not to leave the character and spoil the show .

But as soon as the recordings were over, she could no longer hold back the laugh as well as the majority of the production team. It was the first time Baekhyun had been alone in a variety show after his return to the Army and Y/N was really excited to record with him, even though she debuted a while after him, they never had the opportunity to be together for more than 5 minutes somewhere. Not to say she never had an interaction with him, they've both been MC's once but that's it. She loved Baekhyun's funny spirit and it was a surprise to also know that he was protective, even in fear. "May I have asked one thing?" She managed to talk after taking a deep breath several times.

Baekhyun nodded and reached out to help her get off the ground, she accepted raising quickly.

"Why did you throw yourself on the floor?" She smiled when she remembered the scene, had no strength to laugh and her cheeks hurt. "I don't know." He admitted, shaking his head. "I was desperate, I thought if I pretended to be dead, they would go straight."

Y/N laughed softly as she held her cheeks, she didn't remember the last time she had laughed that much.

"Didn't you think they could trample you? It was dark!"

"It was instinct, the first thing I thought was that."

It was funny, mainly because he slid to the floor but managed to make no noise so none of the zombies went after him. Even though he was wearing round glasses, she really thought it was going to fall to the floor and ruin the whole plan but somehow the glasses ended up on the end of his nose.

"You know they'll make fun of you for the rest of your life, especially the boys." Y/N spoke as they walked back down the hall, she would go to the dressing room to change clothes.

"I know." He rolled his eyes but laughed. "At least I will ensure the entertainment of the spectators."

Y/N smiled, that was so ... Baekhyun. "Well, that's it." She spoke when stopped at the door of her dressing room.

"Hey, Y/N." Baekhyun called her when she turned to open the door, she looked at the him at the same time. "Are you very busy this week?"

She frowned, looking up trying to remember her schedule.

"Uh tomorrow I have some interviews but then I'm free." She answered, looking back at Baekhyun who had a discreet smile. "Why?"

"I was thinking, we can go out to eat something and talk." He shrugged and put his hands inside his pants pockets to hide his nervousness.

Y/N controlled the huge smile that wanted to appear and nodded.

"Is Thursday good for you?" she asked excitedly and he nodded enthusiastically. “ "You have my phone, don't you?" he asked and saw Y/N smile widely in response.

They had exchanged the numbers at the beginning of the recordings and he was so nervous that he didn't even remember that detail.

"I call you." she warned and he nodded, the two stared at each other without saying anything and suddenly the door of Y/N's dressing room was opened, making her jump in fright.

"I was on my way to look for you." the manager spoke.

"I’m here." Y/N spoke happily and Baekhyun laughed, she looked like a child even though she was a year younger than him she was still cute.

"Well, we'll talk." Baekhyun said goodbye and didn't leave until he saw Y/N wave at him.

One part of the plan had been completed. Now all that was left was the rest.

[...] "I don't believe it!" Y/N said, laughing.

"I'm telling you." Baekhyun tried to convince her. "It was the quietest months of my life."

She sighed, looking up at him.

They were in the restaurant, one in which both were in the most remote part and that almost nobody would see them there, he was telling about the experiences during the time of his enlistment.

Y/N noticed that Baekhyun was different since the day of recording, there was a glow about him that wasn't like before, he looked more mature, more confident. Okay, maybe it had to do with him having to "get into character" that day. There he was just the Baekhyun she was enjoying getting to know.

"Did you miss it?" she asked, wiggling her finger on the rim of the goblet in front of her. Baekhyun cocked his head to the side silently asking what she was referring to. "I mean, this hustle we have."

"Not sleeping, not resting and not eating properly, of course." he replied wryly.

"Oh come on, things are better now than when we were trainees." she spoke and Baekhyun opened his mouth to reply. "And you know it's true!"

"I agree in parts." he shrugged, staring deeply at Y/N. "I liked being able to go places and not have someone follow me around."

She lowered her head for a few seconds. Well, about that nothing really had changed. "The unglamorous part of an artist's life." Y/N spoke uncomfortably and Baekhyun noticed so he tried to change the subject.

"What about you? How have the last few months been?"

She smiled proudly as she remembered her achievements.

"I got a lead role in a movie, it was my first." Baekhyun smiled along with her. "I participated in some fashion campaigns, you know, the basics."

Baekhyun laughed.

"Oh yeah totally." she laughed too. "You were dating when I enlisted, weren't you?"

He had waited all night to ask that. Well, of course the news spread too fast at the time but she didn't know that Baekhyun knew.

Y/N nodded and looked away from Baekhyun's eyes.

"I was. I tried dating someone outside the industry and it didn't work out."

"Why?" he was not only interested but also concerned.

"As much as you date someone understanding, they’re unlikely to continue to understand after a while why you have to go through certain things." she took a deep breath before continuing. "He didn't understand why there were people following us around airports with cameras and why the company didn't do anything. I tried to explain but..." Y/N shrugged and Baekhyun understood perfectly what she meant. "He started to feel uncomfortable and I can't blame him but I couldn't choose between him and my career." "And then you broke up." he concluded and she looked back at him, different from what he imagined she didn't have a sad look. She looked resigned. "I'm so sorry."

"Don’t be." she smiled slightly. "It was on good terms, there was no drama or fighting. He's already engaged so it's fine, I don't hold any grudges."

"I wouldn't expect less from you." Y/N looked confused at him. "I mean, you were always so good."

She laughed in disbelief.

"Not that good."

"You were always unselfish, patient, caring." Baekhyun began to list her qualities, which made her suddenly shy. "And beautiful on top of that."

Y/N felt her ears burn, mainly because he didn't look away from her for even a minute.

"If I'm going to start talking about your qualities, we're going to be up all night on this." she snapped and Baekhyun smirked.

"I don’t mind." he was sincere. "But the restaurant closes soon." he scratched the back of his head and Y/N laughed, throwing her head back.

When she looked back at him, he was looking at her calmly. He liked the sound of her laughter.

"Then I think we should go." she said after taking a look around, even being in the farthest part she could see that the restaurant looked practically empty.

"Of course!" he answered and they both got up.

Baekhyun was gentlemanly with Y/N the whole time, he waited for her to go ahead and she thanked him, he insisted on paying the bill since it was his invitation and she even tried to fight it but he already extended his card before even if she could do anything.

And he insisted on taking her back home, Y/N didn't refuse of course, she loved being in Baekhyun's company, he lightened the atmosphere even when they talked about more serious matters.

Along the way, they kept talking and Y/N realized that she and Baekhyun weren't that different after all. They had never had the opportunity to talk before he enlisted but now it was as if they had known each other all their lives.

"Is here." Y/N said as he stopped the car in front of her dorm. "Thanks for the ride."

"It wasn’t a big deal." he replied, resting his arm on the steering wheel. "I enjoyed talking to you."

"Me too." she smiled nervously and tried to stop her hands from shaking by taking a deep breath, it didn't help much and she was afraid that Baekhyun would notice that she was nervous. "Then I'll go." she took off her belt and was ready to open the door.

"Wait!" Baekhyun touched her arm subtly and she stopped, turning to face him. With eyes so kind he couldn't look away. “I hope it's not too late to do that."

Y/N frowned and tilted her head to the side.

"Do what?" Y/N didn't get any response other than his smirk and then Baekhyun leaned in to kiss her.

She didn't move or stop because she didn't want to, his lips were gentle at first and drew a sigh from her as she dropped her bag in her lap to rest her hands on his shoulder. Baekhyun brought a hand to the back of her neck, bringing her closer as he moved his lips against hers in a shy but firm way. It was new but everything Y/N wanted to do for a long time, he always had the most kissable lips and she always had to control himself not to stare at him too much during the awards or places where they were not to feed any theories. But now, here alone, she could enjoy the time she never had. Tight grip on his jacket as he stroked her skin gently. As soon as they broke apart, he placed two pecks on her lips, and she smirked. He put their foreheads together looking at Y/N with such intensity that she lost the strength in her legs even sitting down. "I've wanted to do this for so long." he whispered and she felt her whole body shiver at his voice. "For the first time I was excited to record a variety show."

"What do you mean?" she narrowed her eyes and Baekhyun pulled back enough to brush Y/N's hair that kept sticking in her face, tucking it behind her ear.

"I've had a crush on you since forever." she felt her jaw drop. It could only be a joke. "But our schedules never helped much, when I came back from enlistment, I thought I couldn't keep seeing you from afar at the awards. And then they told me they wanted to record a variety show and you were on the list, I didn't think twice and accepted."

Y/N laughed in disbelief.

Wasn't it possible, the guy she had a crush on had a crush on her?

"Wait a minute." she moved their foreheads away to face him better. "Are you telling me that you" she pointed her finger at him. "have a crush on me?" and pointed her finger at herself. "Yes!" he confessed, smiling widely. "It was the perfect opportunity to actually talk to you. I literally fell at your feet."

Y/N laughed as she remembered the scene.

"By the way, you have very nice legs so."

She felt her cheeks burn and tapped him lightly on the shoulder, and he jumped to try to defend himself but laughed anyway.

"And I thought you were cute." she said, disbelieving. "You pervert."

Baekhyun kept laughing and moved over to her, hugging her around the waist, Y/N crossed her arms and just pretended to be mad, because she wasn't at all. Quite the contrary, she was happy.

"Did I lied?" he asked, blinking his eyes in mock innocence.

Y/N rolled her eyes and sagged into his arms.

"No and you were right." she looked at his lips, so close and so inviting. "It wasn't too late."

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starseungs · 2 years

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➳ up all night. skz

pairing | skz ot8 x gn!reader

staying up to finish a project doesn't always go well. luckily, you have someone to make it all alright.

genre | fluff, humor, kinda college au, boyfriend!skz — 0.2k words (per member)

warnings | some sleep deprived actions,, if thats a warning

note | its been a while since i posted smth here, so here's one? finally? idk 😭 anw i hope yall enjoy even if its kinda short!

⌗ bang chan !

"That's it, you're sleeping."

You look up from your blinding laptop screen to the sight of Chan crossing his arms, eyes heavy with disapproval. Blinking sluggishly, you managed a tired smile to be pasted on your fatigued face.

"It's fine," you waved him off lightly, immediately gluing your eyes back to the device in front of you. "I'm fine."

"Love, I highly doubt that." he replied, an exasperated sigh filling the room. You lightly glared at him in an attempt to prove your point.

"What do you know?" you grumbled instinctively as a response. Chan looked at you with utter disbelief, his eyes widening almost comically.

"Are you really asking me that? Out of all people?"

Oh. He got you there. Chan himself didn’t exactly have the best relationship with sleep—you often found yourself on the worrying side when it comes to his well-being. And yet here you were making him do the same thing.

Realizing this is a rare situation, you decided to use it to your advantage. With newfound speed, you quickly saved your work before slamming the laptop shut, practically jumping on the bed to make yourself comfortable in record time.

"I want hugs," you mumbled softly, directing your attention back to your confused boyfriend. Chan laughed at your actions, seeming to finally catch on to the plan you formed on a whim. With an amused shake of the head, he walked towards the bed as well.

"Yes, your highness!"

⌗ lee know !

"Damn," you heard a groggy voice drawl out across the room, informing you that your grumpy boyfriend had awoken. "How are you still awake?"

It's been hours since you started this paper, back when the sun was still up. You're very much aware of how much time has actually passed—especially since Minho has been asleep for quite a while now too. But you've made it this far, right? A few more should be fine.

"Nevermind that. How did you even sleep with my constant keyboard smashing?" You didn't even have to look at him to know Minho was probably silently mocking you for changing the subject.

There was a sound of sheets rustling before he finally graced you with a reply, "It's like ASMR."

"Well," you yawned, turning a bit to get a glimpse of his form melting into the fluffy bed. "At least one of us gets to sleep tonight."

Minho suddenly props up, giving you that boyish grin you love so much, effectively melting your tense state ever so slightly. "May I interest you in swapping places?"

You raised an eyebrow. "You want to write a research paper?"

"Do you?"

Silence echoed through the walls, each second amplifying your regret for pulling an all-nighter. You stared at Minho in shame, not wanting to shatter your pride out loud at the most ungodly of hours.

"Exactly. Now, come here and sleep."

⌗ changbin !

"Hey," you started with a dazed sound in your voice, the sudden noise startling Changbin next to you. "Spreadsheets are kind of like cut brownies."

He sat up at lightning speed, looking at you in massive concern. You only returned the gaze, turning the situation into an impromptu staring contest that ended with Changbin letting out a confused sound. "I'm sorry. Come again?"

Does he not see it? The cells are exactly like pieces of brownie, rectangular and all. Maybe the comparison was brought up due to your hazy state, but you could see it. You were determined to prove that the prolonged hours of you being awake weren't affecting you in the slightest.

"But like, they're white." you continued with the chosen one-sided conversation topic. "Do white chocolate brownies exist?"

"Oh, good question. Let me ask Felix—wait no, turn your laptop off!" your boyfriend complained, albeit still at a loss for words.

"I have to finish this though?"

Changbin groaned, finally getting a sense that you were not entirely conscious at the moment. "Babe, you don't even like brownies."

"What?"

Your boyfriend sighed, reaching out to cup your face with firm hands. It was when you felt your cheeks encounter a steady warmth that you realized just how sleepy you were. Changbin smugly grinned at the sight of you yawning, glancing at the laptop seated above the sheets with a conflicted expression. Finally making up your mind, you left the comfort of his hold to reach for the abandoned device.

"Just let me save my progress..."

⌗ hyunjin !

"What's a good research design?"

Hyunjin looked up from the small corner he positioned himself in, moving his attention to your slouching form near your messy desk littered with opened books, notebooks, and just... paper. You were staring blankly at the computer screen, looking like you had all the soul sucked out of you.

"I don't know," he shrugged, despite you not looking at him directly. "Maybe leaves as the borders?"

You side-eyed him, trying to see if he was being serious about the recommendation. "Did you really just say that?"

Hyunjin whined at your judging reaction. "Leave me alone! I'm trying to meditate," he grumbled, feeling annoyed all of a sudden. "And you asked for my input."

"And by meditate, you mean paint." You chuckled, deeply endeared by his sulking.

"It's my zone," Hyunjin pointed the paintbrush he was holding towards you, waving it around like a wand for more effect. "Focus on your bland white document file." You snorted at his comment.

"I can't even defend that."

The clock on your screen informed you of the time, almost scolding you for being awake at such an hour. It's not like you completely regretted your choice—your paper wasn't going to write itself, but damn you were sleepy. You noticed that your own boyfriend was also barely holding himself up, his eyes turning a bit unfocused at times. Clearing your throat, you decided to get his attention one more time.

"Should—should we just sleep?"

⌗ han !

"This is so stressful." you complained through gritted teeth, mentally restraining yourself from the urge to completely destroy your laptop.

Jisung hummed from somewhere in the background. "You alright?"

"No," you spat out venomously, trying to let the source of your frustrations, a document file, know that you were not happy with it at all. "I want to slam this laptop against the wall."

"Woah, that got violent real quick." he chuckled nervously, approaching you quickly in hopes of calming you down.

You took a deep breath. "I need a soothing playlist or something."

"And that's my cue!" Jisung squealed excitedly, speeding away to grab his phone and connect it to a speaker. "Got what you need, babe."

There was a short silence filled with your curiosity as you waited for Jisung to start playing a song. You found his enthusiasm contagious, getting you to smile softly. It was all nice and peaceful until a familiar tune entered your ears.

Is that twinkle, twinkle, little star?

You blanked at him, watching his eyebrows wiggle playfully; the action being so annoyingly endearing that you had no choice but to laugh, spreading the warmth you felt with Jisung's actions all throughout your system. Your boyfriend decided to make himself comfortable on the bed, spreading his arms wide open as an invitation. You rolled your eyes playfully. Now who could resist that?

"Scoot over, you menace."

⌗ felix !

"Is this a bribe?" You questioned your boyfriend, who was smiling oh-so-suspiciously in the midst of handing you a plate of freshly baked cookies. Felix shrugged, acting all nonchalant about the situation.

"Depends. Is it working?"

"Perhaps," you squint at him as you take the plate from his grasp. "But I need to finish this, Lix."

He only nodded in understanding. "You can finish the cookies at the same time too. Do you want hot chocolate or milk with it?"

Even though you were still confused and skeptical, you didn't want to disregard Felix's efforts. This was most likely his way of giving you support—that or he was just desperate to tuck you to bed already. Or maybe both. That also sounds just like something he would do.

"Coffee, please," you sighed, giving in to his advances. He visibly deflates at your choice of beverage, an action you catch on to quickly, cementing his reason for all this in your head. You took a bite of a cookie, amused at his reaction.

"How are you so obvious?"

Felix pouted at your words, feeling called out. "I am a man on a mission."

"Well, consider it mission accomplished," you said, standing up to give him a small peck on the cheek as a way of rewarding him. "Just give me a few more minutes."

Sitting back down, you left Felix frozen in place, still trying to process what you had just done. When his brain finally caught up, he almost jumped in happiness, making you smile as well.

"I knew my baking had magic!"

⌗ seungmin !

"Dude," you monotonously start, staring at Seungmin lying down all comfortably while mindlessly scrolling on his phone. "I want to be you so badly right now."

Your boyfriend freezes dramatically—his head snapping to look at you the next second. "Did you really just dude me? At two in the morning?" He gasps, his face reflecting how offended he was at the way you referred to him. You playfully scoff at his reaction.

This project proposal really had you on the verge of just quitting. The night was chilly, and you wanted nothing more than to cuddle in bed and sleep to your heart's content. Unfortunately, you were stuck at your desk trying to finish what was left of the darn thing.

"If you had to sacrifice sleep for a project you don't even like, you would too."

"But I'm babe…" Seungmin sulks, sinking deeper into the fluffy bed sheets. "Am I even still your boyfriend?"

Turning your back to him, you reached for the computer's keyboard once again. "Yes, of course. My honeybunch, sugarplum, pumpy-umpy-umpkin—"

"Okay, that's overkill," you softly laughed at Seungmin's quick retort.

"And I'm overkilled."

Your boyfriend only hums at the statement. There was a silence that followed his simple response, making you groan at the reminder that you had something else to do other than chat with Seungmin. But just when you were about to get into work mode, you felt firm arms wrap around your waist as well as a sudden weight on your shoulder.

"Just sleep already. I'll help you with that tomorrow."

⌗ i.n !

"I seriously don't understand how you still have the brain cells to do that at this hour." Jeongin stares at you from the bed, greatly impressed by your determination to stay up for so long.

"Thank you," was your reply, continuing to type away on the keyboard. "I try hard."

"But at what cost?"

"Why are you trying to make this conversation into a drama all of a sudden?" You asked, swiveling the chair around to face him, your face filled with questioning.

"I'm bored," Jeongin simply admits. "And sleepy."

You sigh, now feeling guilty for making him wait this long. He must be exhausted too, seeing as it was already around three in the morning. "Jeongin, you don't have to stay up, you know?"

He clicked his tongue in distaste. "Then risk you passing out alone? No way."

Your heart immediately warms at his words. So he was worried? The past week has been quite rough on you—this being about the third time you've sacrificed sleep in the last 6 days. If Jeongin was in your position, you would already be fussing for him to get to bed a few hours ago. Yet, here he was, supporting you in his own way.

The blinking line that marked where you had stopped in the file was staring at you, pleading with you to continue and finish everything before the sun rose. But it looks like that won't be happening right now.

"Fine. I still have tomorrow anyway."

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Hob has to admit that, even though he tries to stay up to date with current trends, his taste in music never much got the memo. But that's always been the case. It is terribly annoying to get into something, twenty years after he could have had the live experience.

Or, in this case, fourty years. Though he had liked the music in the eighties well enough at the time.

It's Saturday morning and despite the mountain of housework he has to get through if he intends to find any of his stuff or dishes to eat from in the last week of exams, he is in a fantastic mood. The weather took a turn for cold and rainy but his flat is cosy and warm, he managed to find an unused cup to make himself some tea and a playlist with all the 80's hits is playing in the background.

Of course, this is not the sole reason for his good mood. It doesn't even cover a fraction of the reason why he looks like the sun's shining out of his arse at seven on his first proper day off in weeks.

Before Hob's never been one to remember much of his dreams. Ever since he and Dream were sort of dating (they hadn't discussed the terms and conditions yet, and as long as both of them were happy as is, he didn't feel the need to push the topic) that happened more and more. Just last night, he'd spent a part of his sleep walking with Dream through his realm, being shown around and introduced to a variety of creatures.

It had been utterly fascinating!

The best part though was that Dream had let slip, that he had been working more in the last days so that he might spend today with Hob in the Waking World. He knew that - aside from some housework - Hob intended to do nothing but laze around.

So of course he's in a good mood, belting along to a playlist that at least somewhat betrays his age. How else can it be?

(Hob had also noticed that the number of 80's songs circling the topic of dreams was surprisingly high. He had never noticed that before but now it made him think of Dream all the time, painting a big smile on his lips.)

It's his luck that the inn's still closed and no one is around for a noise complaint, because with questionable synth pop he gets through his dishes in record time. Cleaning the bath is done in a fraction of the time it usually takes him - only delayed by the thought if he could persuade Dream to relax in the tub together - and the feather duster that's no longer made of actual feathers makes a wonderful improvised microphone for his one-man interpretation of Sweet Dreams.

Which is, unbeknownst to Hob, how his own Dream finds him.

The song ends and Hob uses the brief interlude before the next one starts to actually dust off some of his books. He knows that one too, and he can't help but grin because of course it reminds him of Dream.

He stumbles over the first few lines until he catches the rhythm, swaying to it, moving on to the next bookshelf.

There's not a minute, hour, day or night that I don't love you You're at the top of my list 'cause I'm always thinkin' of you

Further into the song, he's much more secure lyric-wise, and even though he knows his voice is croaky at best - missing the whiskey he uses to prepare for karaoke nights at the pub - he gives it his all.

Yes, Dream is absolutely on top of his list of things he plans to do today, even if that sounds a bit crude. And he has been thinking about him for the past two hours, his thoughts never straying far from the entity/man because as soon as his mind wandered to other things, the music in the background conveniently reminded him of his love.

Not that Hob minds. Quite the opposite actually. He just hopes his daydreams made it to his love's realm so that he might profit a bit from Hob's good mood.

He throws himself into the beginning of the chorus - a thousand kisses are most certainly not enough - spinning around to get to the next bit of his living room, when he finds Dream standing in the corner, watching him with a bemused smile.

Now, at this point, he probably should stop singing, but then again Hob's never been afraid to make an arse out of himself in the name of love. And he knows that Dream - even though he won't admit to it - loves cheesy displays of affection. The cheesier, the better, in fact, and Hob has had more than six centuries to practice.

So, non-feather duster repurposed to serve as a microphone again, he grins at Dream. Trying to get a laugh out of his love makes Hob do a very exaggerated and nearly indecent wriggle with his hips as the second verse begins.

He doesn't have to go to work today but that's neither here nor there as he yells at the top of his lungs:

Well, who needs to go to work to hustle for another dollar I'd rather be with you 'cause you make my heart scream and holler

It does not elicit one of Dream's rare laughs, but Hob gets a fond shake of the head for his troubles.

Well, that won't do. He can be even worse and thankfully the chorus is starting again.

Only in socks, he slides across his hardwood floor, performing a spin that nearly sends him tumbling into his coffee table. Dream grabs him before Hob can hurt himself, and he uses it to immediately draw Dream into his arms.

The feather duster is quickly discarded in favour of holding Dream close and trying to get him to swing to the rhythm too. He's reluctant, but Hob's nothing if not stubborn, and not even - or especially - the collective unconsciousness can't withstand his charms, slowly beginning to move with him.

A thousand kisses from you is never too much

Hob croons along to the music, closing his eyes to really give it his all. When he opens them, Dream is smirking at him.

"Well, that really is not that much," he says with barely contained amusement.

"So you agree then?" Hob asks, his cheeks starting to hurt from how wide he's grinning. "I knew you were a smart one."

Before Dream can say anything along the lines of just how much knowledge he contains, Hob places a quick kiss on his lips. Might not be that much, but it's a start.

By then, the chorus has started up again, and he can belt the line that really makes him heady.

A million days in your arms is never too much I just don't wanna stop

Dream crooks his head, looking at him with brightly shining eyes. As stoic as his expression might be, Hob knows what the slow twinkle in the starry eyes of his love means.

"You know that is more than two thousand and seven hundred years, yes?" Dream asks carefully, and even though he doesn't mention it out loud, Hob knows that there's a deeper meaning to the question.

He could question it, but he won't allow for either of their worries about doomed past relationships to ruin this perfectly good day that's about to get even better if he has a say in the matter.

"Yup," he informs his love carefully carding his fingers through the mess of black hair on Dream's head to pull him closer. "Still isn't enough though, love."

The kiss that follows borders on desperate. He isn't quite sure if this is Dream's doing or his own, but he hopes it gets his point across: What's two thousand and seven hundred years when he wants to spend eternity with this impossible being in his arms?

Hob's loved him for six centuries, what's twenty-seven more?

They break from their kiss mostly for his benefit so he can catch his breath, the blush high on Dream's cheeks nearly making him lose it again. The song's long over, the next one on the playlist is nearly done as well, but Hob couldn't care less. He's done cleaning and he wants to spend the rest of this day - and every single one that follows - holding Dream and kissing him.

His love doesn't seem to mind, safe for one request:

"Can we listen to it again?"

@karalynlovescake I offer you fluff to make up for the 80's angst from last time

#writing tag: the sandman #my stuff #dreamling #hob gadling #dream of the endless #dream x hob #dreamling playlist ficlets #see I even remembered to put the song in the post!#songfic #I had many feelings about this but I left out the angsty part #listen to it and think about the 'When I was scared to touch you' part for the angst #it fits them very well I think #Spotify

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