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mygnolia · 14 days

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sunghoon when you’re sick

pairing: sunghoon x gn!reader headcannons!

cw: cursing, mentions of chicken noodle soup (the food not the song), married life, getting sick/colds, hoonie my bae

wc: 1k

- okay so i feel like because he’s on the ice a lot

- he’s cold

- like in en-o-clock ep 20 behind he said it had been a while since he was on the ice so he was cold but that just means whenever he’s performing he’s not cold or not that cold at least

- and he’s acclimated to ice rink temperatures right?

- (and self projecting here but i myself am very cold all the time and it takes me a long time to get warm but i never get hot-?)

- so i feel like maybe one day its raining

- or the heater is broken and you have to suffer

- and you’re both on the bed, scrolling through your phones, but you’re shivering

- but sunghoon’s used to it

- only issue? he is not a raging furnace

- he’s a block of ice

- “sunghoon i’m cold.”

- “y/n, i can’t help you.” he’s just honest w/ everything atp

- “yes you can! cuddle me.” and you’d forcibly grab his arm and tangle urself with him

- you come to the very shocking realization that sunghoon is literally colder than the temperature outside.

- you pull away IMMEDIATELY and scowl at him

- he shrugs as if to tell you “i told you so.”

- he’s not offended he just accepted that he will never be warm

- man knows you’re just trying not to become the ice cube that he is

- omg sunghoon emotional brick and ice cube look at my…shape skills go

- so you’d go back to becoming one with the blankets but it doesn’t work and you’re like “hoonie :((“

- “yes dear.” sunghoon rolls his eyes, looking over at your covered figure nonetheless abd adjusts your blankets for you

- “can we cuddle, the blankets aren’t working :((“

- sunghoon probably gets an eye workout with how many times he rolls his eyes

- but he… L words u…so “okay. come here.” and he puts his phone down on the nightstand and gives you a hug

- internally he would laugh at your antics but he knows you’re just cold and he obviously wants to help but

- mans literally -2 degrees in body heat idk what to tell u

- but after a while you warm up the blankets EVENTUALLY get hotter

- u probs fell asleep and your body heat increased so you’re warm now

- he falls asleep too

- u end up with a COLD and he’s fine btw

- through the coughs and sniffles you blame him for not being your personal fireplace

- he goes “we slept together???? and you cuddled me??? for three hours??? fyi you could have gotten more blankets”

- ‘why can’t this man just spoonfeed u chicken noodle soup like a good bf’

- “can i at least have a kiss?” you pout at him underneath your blankets, even though the heater is in perfect working condition, and sunghoon feels himself falling harder for you everyday

- you are just so DAMN!!! CUTE!!! he can only handle so much until he says fuck it and puts a ring on ur finger

- omg married life with sunghoon or wtv…. NOT blushing

- “no. i’m going to get sick if I kiss you too.”

- “I AM SO SICK OF U!” /j

- ur stupid play on words makes him laugh and he gives in w/ a small peck :>

- even though ur hating him for not being cute and cuddly he just can’t get sick

- he has a competition coming up! sunghoon can’t be under the weather when he’s already under ur spell >:

- “take your medicine goddamnit” but it’s lovingly scolding you as he pushes the weirdly cherry flavored liquid down and follows up with a cup of warm water

- always has tissues on hand

- you’re in the car? tissues. you’re in the kitchen? no babe don’t use the paper towels to blow your nose it’s too rough on your skin

- if you want to cuddle he will say no

- I MEAN EVERY OTHER TIME HE JUST SITS THERE AND LETS U DO WHATEVER U WANT

- “guess this is my life now”

- “i can’t believe you won’t cuddle with me :(“

- “i cant believe you got sick despite hugging me and still having three blankets.” NO CHILL

- sunghoon simultaneously makes fun of you but will take care of you

- if he’s not home expect a sticky note or a voicemail

- “ahh, sorry for ringing your phone so early, i hope you’re getting your sleep <33 just wanted to call and make sure you drink the water in the bottle next to you, i warmed it this morning before i left for practice, and there’s some food in the fridge that jay brought over yesterday. hope you feel better soon i love you”

- alexa play fighting bleeding losing…no matter what i do by txt

- yeah he’s so sweet he’d stop the teasing bc he knows you hate being sick and doesn’t want to make it worse for you

- sometimes you wake up and you literally can’t breathe??

- breathing through nose era when!! /j

- you’d try to get your work done, hoon alr called sick days off for u but you have nothing to do at home so you get your laptop

- “Hi honey,” Sunghoon greets from the doorway, quickly kicking off his shoes and entering your bedroom. “I brought you some tea, Heeseung said it would help you since his mom gave it to him. Do you want some right now?” You nod, coughing with the quick and unexpected movement of your head.

- Sunghoon comes back with a steaming cup of warm golden tea, and blows on the top before letting you take a sip. “Be careful, it’s hot.” And you dismiss his words before you’re hissing at your burned tongue.

- u don’t catch a break huh

- you finish the cup of tea by the end of the night and sunghoon comes to give u a little forehead kith before telling you to sleep

- tmr u wake up and you can BREATHE again

- which gods did this why do you finally feel like a functioning human being

- ANYWAYS THOUGH!! Sunghoon’s competition is in two hours you don’t have time to waste hello?

- Outfit with hoodie, giant puffer jacket, and a turtleneck, and the thickest pants known to mankind

- driving to the rink where he’s competing and watching him with a giant lovesick grin without him knowing you’re there

- you give him a hug when he’s done

- happy at first and loves to see you, but wants to make sure you’re okay

- You both go home and he’s like “half of that outfit is mine.”

- yeah. he’s not wrong. anyways.

- celebratory dinner! he kisses you many many times thanking you for coming out to see him

- happy to finally cuddle again, holding you close now they you’ve recovered

- he got sick the next day.

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f for sunghoon. thank you.

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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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furnace

Author’s Note: in a similar vein, pls and ty check out @ms0milk’s falling asleep with a claustrophobic s/o !! 🤓💞

furnace

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~900

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

Suggestion Fulfilled: Hey! I'm new to your blog and so in love! I was wondering if I could request something. Id love the hashira (if you dont want to do them all Id ask for Uzui and Rengoku!) with a fem!reader who is a walking furnance and not much on cuddling cause she overheats easily and sorta feels guilty cause she loves cuddling but just cant do it, especially in summer. I feel its usually the males who are the heat provider but in my case its the opposite. I cant handle heat at all. I'll run around with tshirt and shorts in winter and the cold wont do anything to me. If its not up your alley I understand ♡

~faqs~

Doesn’t quite understand at first 🫢

“I thought romantic partners… did this? Nightly?” 🥺

As he lies on his side, comforter lifted up for you to tuck yourself into him

—PLEASE KYOJURO’S SO FUCKING PRECIOUS 😭

He’s trying his best, yanno? Hasn’t been in too many relationships and by that I mean you’re his last first kiss heh

“Kyo…”

“Are you insecure about how you sleep?” ☹️

He’s very concerned

And thoughtful

—I’m in love 🫠

“No?”

“Are you not tired?” eyes brightening as he begins to sit up, “We could go for a run before bed!” 💀

“No no no,” you giggle, gently pushing at his shoulder, “I’m tired. No run necessary.”

Emphasis on NO RUN 😵‍💫

This man 🥴

“Would you prefer to sleep on the other side?” earnest, and already prepared to delicately clamber over you

“Kyo, you’re stressed.” 😆

Still earnest, “I am not stressed at all! I am only overjoyed to share my bed with you,” brow furrowing, “You seem… displeased, however.” 😕

Take a moment to imagine his lip pouted slightly, eyes wide, muscular thighs pressed together, pillow squashed beneath his elbow, unsure what to do next 😔

“Kyo, I’m very pleased,” tone soft, fingertips warm as you stroke his jaw, “And I’m also overjoyed to be with you like this,” cheeks burning, nose scrunching, “But I get like, super hot.”

THE WAY HIS HEAD WOULD TILT IN CONFUSION

Like, “You are always super hot?” 😃

“Temperature, hot. Body heat, Kyo. I’m a furnace.”

“As am I!” grinning now, “We could be a sauna together!” 🥰

—I swear I don’t consider Kyojuro stupid nor entirely clueless, but he is optimistic, and an utter sweetheart and a lil clueless

“Kyo,” poking his forehead, “I do not want to be a sauna together. An actual sauna, sure! But when I’m sleeping? No thank you.”

“You don’t to be hot, sweaty, and sticky together?” 😏

The lowering of his voice is not accidental

—Oh how I would immediately sit on his lap and kiss him silly 😌

“Would we be sleeping sleeping, or sleeping together?” 😉

So maybe he can fluster you, but you can absolutely fluster him too

“How about both? I’ve heard sleeping together can lead to restful sleeping sleeping.” 😎

Does he ruin the moment by winking exaggeratedly?

Perhaps 😝

11/10 would still bang

—This was supposed to be a cute exploration of new-to-love and new-to-sharing-bed-space Kyo, but Ig there’s just no escaping the thirst 😮‍💨

P.S. Ultimately, Kyo understands and doesn’t take offense ❤️‍🔥

P.P.S. You compromise by touching butts 👉🏽👈🏽

If you know, you know

—I usually write Tengen + Hina, Makio, Suma; just feels ~wrong to exclude part of the polycule

Therefore

Tengen isn’t genuinely upset by your lack of desire to cuddle; he knows everyone’s a lil diff in relationships; he’s more than happy to turn down the A/C, turn up the fans, bring you frozen peas or a wet washcloth 🧊

Plus, sleeping naked 🫢

And he doesn’t do immature/jealousy shit like going off to cuddle Hina, Makio, or Suma instead

Your time together is your time together 💞

There’s plenty of love to go around 💝

But he is a big baby about it 🤪

Like, you know he doesn’t actually mind, but you also know he’s going to be dramatic af 🙄

“You don’t love me?” nipping at your finger when you go to pinch his pouty bottom lip ☹️

“Am I not strong enough for you? Not worthy of a snuggle?” as he waits for you to join him in bed, head propped up on his palm so he can flex his bicep extra hard at you ☹️💪

“I promise there’s room for the both of us!” smoothing a hand down his abs, “You can lie here, if you’d like.” ☹️😉

—THE THIRST IS INESCAPABLE 🫠

—I APOLOGIZE PROFUSELY 🙃😂

If you roll your eyes at him, then he’ll scowl playfully, roll his eyes back, and declare, “Fine! I didn’t want to cuddle anyway!” 😒

If you flick his forehead, then he’ll gently catch your wrist, kiss all of your fingertips, and declare, “Punishment for withholding cuddles!” » proceeds to fit your entire fist in his mouth 😶

—Anyone else ever done that? Anyone? Tried to fit your fist into someone else’s mouth? For fun? For shits and giggles? Anyone?! consent granted first, ofc

If you plop on top of him (his abs, to clarify), then he’ll wrap his arms around you, and squeeze until you cry-laugh-scream for mercy 🤗

“Ewww, you’re sweaty,” after he releases you

“Which is why we don’t cuddle,” you snort

*gasp* mock alarm across his face “No cuddles?!”

And so, the cycle continues

He 100% uses you as his personal space heater, btw 🔥

RoLe ReVeRsAl

Tengen dgaf 😎

His feet freezing during the winter? He’ll literally scrunch himself into a ball (while in bed) so he can wiggle his toes between your toe-sty thighs

🥰Mmm, warmth🥰 <— his brain

Forgot his gloves?

Your pocket suffices

It’s only ~a tad annoying that his hand takes up practically the entire pocket 😐

Not to mention he constantly switches from walking on your left to your right

He’s attempted to walk behind/in front of you—to heat both hands at once—but that resulted in… well… let’s just say it’s ~difficult to walk like that

If you have boobs, then you already know where his face goes 😃

Nothing like a cold nose nuzzling against your nipple 😆

Overall, Tengen’s more than satisfied w/ your ✨objectively mutualistic relationship✨

P.S. Don’t ask him what he contributes 💀

P.P.S. He has a sinking suspicion he might just be the arm candy 🍭🍬

Dw, he’s obvi more than just the arm candy 🥺💓

#hashira x reader #headcanons #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #rengoku x reader #uzui tengen #tengen x reader #uzui x reader

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definitelynotshouting · 4 months

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I CAN CONFIRM THAT BLACKBERRY JAM IS A GOD-TIER FILLING. THE DONUTS ARE SO GOOD :DD I made mini ones this morning and the household promptly demolished half of them 😭

:oo i am 👀👀ing at your recommendations and noting them down ty. If i ever spot the cheesecake or petits fours when im out i will be sure to try them :D

Im so excited for the Hotguy comics zine!! The Scarland artbook was the first project similar to that that I followed & downloaded and it was SO incredible to see sm artists come together like that and create something so special :))) Can't wait to see more of them like the hotguy zine in the future!!

I am so 👀 at the s6 oneshot. VERY interested to see what that dynamic is like, and I have huge faith in you using every emotion from the oneshot against us in the main fic and vice versa

The flight went... idk we landed safely so i guess i cant complain LMAO. Did not manage to sleep and we arrived in the early morning, except it's summer here and my body refuses to sleep when the sun's out so instead of getting to catch up on sleep after getting home I just curled up in my bed and spent the next 5-ish hours phasing in and out of existence 😭

Ive only seen snow once so an ice storm sounds. Terrifying?? Im glad your power stayed for the most part, i would not want to go through that without heating

SEASON 10 HYPE!!!

-☀️

LETS GOOOOOOO GLAD THE BLACKBERRY DONUTS WERE A SUCCESS!!!!! :D ironically im answering this ask while eating blackberry yogurt so the trend continues SKDNAKCNSKDKSK

YEYE absolutely!!! And both can be made at home with the jam depending on what ingredients you have :] ive seen decent recipes for both before, altho i dont have any immediately on hand.

Im so so happy everyone seems super hyped for the HOTGUY COMICS Zine!!!! Ive been working hard to keep it running smoothly and my fellow mods have been doing some absolutely INSANE work, especially on the various graphics. Somehow our team ended up with three graphic designers in three different directions and then me as the one writer/editor SKDBSKNDKSD so we've got a ton of our bases just automatically covered. Its been a lot of fun to mod so far and i cant wait to see who else applies!!!!

OOF sounds like the plane ride home wasnt quite so pleasant as the first one there 😭😭😭 glad it went safely though!!! Oughhh and that sounds so brutal with the summer, too-- VERY different from ice storms 😂😂😂😂 we were fine luckily, heating and everything stayed perfectly intact the entire time, and the temp has started rising again so the ice is melting, which is great bc i need to order groceries LMFAOOOOO

I still think its funny how quickly i adapted to the weather up here-- being born and raised in the south you'd think i'd get super cold really easily, like my partner who's from cali, but nope, im still out here in tank tops and shorts right up until the ice starts to form. perks of being a little furnace i guess FJSHDJSNDJSJD

As for the s6 snippet 👀👀👀 well im sitting down to finish it right neow, so wish me luck!!! :D

#shouting speaks #asks #S10 HYPE FR FR IM SO READY FOR MY BLORBOS TO COME BACK #pixlriffs uploaded a video finally and the enthusiastic noise i made upon seeing it in my subscriptions was SO ENERGETIC #WE WIN THESEE #txt

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hoonhrt · 3 years

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ENHYPEN WHEN THEY’RE SICK

: pairing — sick boyfriend! enhypen x reader

: genre — so soft :( (maybe angsty??)

: warnings — mentions of vomiting and being ill

: a/n — i started school again after my break so i’ve been so caught up trying to focus on it :(

･:*:･ﾟ☆ heeseung

he’d be coughing and sniffling the night before and when you ask him he is feeling sick he’d very dramatically say:

“absolutely not! i have like the strongest immune system ever baby i cant believe you’d question MY immune system”

he woke up the next morning with a full blown fever.

HED BE SO WHINY :((

wants you to lay next to you all day long csuse he claims you are his “human furnace”

croaks from your shared bedroom when you get up to get medicine and some hot soup

only agrees to take the medicine if you feed him

once he does take the medicine, he sits there with his mouth open so you can feed him his food

you just stare at him the whole time like 😐😐 am i taking care of my boyfriend or a child 😐😐

he’s staring at you like 🥺🥺🥺 cause he’s so thankful to have you in his life

he squirms into your arms and hides his face in the crook of your neck, already feeling better as you play with his hair

leaves little kisses on your neck as his way to thank you for taking care of him

･:*:･ﾟ☆ jay

tries to convince you he is okay #1

“no angel! i’m okay it’s nothing okay i’m fine psshhh no worries”

doesn’t work as you woke up from his loud coughs in the middle of the night :(

he is very stubborn and continues you to insist that he is okay and that he can take care of himself (he just doesn’t wanna burden you)

everytime you say you’re gonna go do something for him he tries to protest saying he is fine but than starts coughing up a storm

spends the whole day with a pout on his face cause he doesn’t want you to waste your day taking care of him

sucks to be him tho cause you’ll do anything for mr. jay park!

i remember someone said that when jay is feeling ill, his emotions tend to exaggerate

like he’ll feel pain in his throat but will claim his entire body hurts and he cannot move a muscle... (it’s okay it’s just the sickness getting to him)

all he wants to do is cuddle next to you and sleep

like he’ll ask for massages or even random things like piece of cake from the bakery downstairs and you go do it cause your poor boy is feeling down and you wanna see him happy :((

pays you back by buying you new things and spending all that lost time doing anything you want to do (even if it means watching a movie he despises)

･:*:･ﾟ☆ jake

NAAAUUURRR i’m gonna cry just thinking about sick little jake

his eyes are wide and glossy the whole time and his lips are pursed out into a little pout

baby hates being sick cause then he can’t go out and do fun things with you!

DEMENDS cuddles and kisses.

like i think he’ll cry if you leave his side

even if it’s for his own benefit, he clings to you like a little koala

lowkey a little dramatic, acts like his dying

“baby i think this is my last day... pls tell layla i love her” and you’re like What About Me.

you pour him the liquid medicine on to a spoon and give it to him yourself

gets so giddy and smiles at you like a goof afterwards

you bring the back of your palm to his forehead and go “you’re so hot omg”,,, he proceeds to say “i know i am babe you don’t have to tell me twice 😏” BOOYYY

treats you like a little teddy bear and holds you super super close to his body!!

pays you back by taking care of you the later week when you’re sick

･:*:･ﾟ☆ sunghoon

the only one actually capable of taking care of himself

he just seems very normal when he is sick

like he can definitely be on his own

lowkey doesn’t want you around so you dont get sick

but you are very stubborn and you stay there to take care of him

which he appreciates cause he likes being coddled a little bit hehe

it honestly just feels like a regular, stay at home day with him aside from the fact he is violently coughs every 30 minuets next to you

the only thing he wants from you is that you let him lay on your lap and you play with his hair

which you do ofc and he is just simply so happy from that

falls asleep in your lap cause its so therapeutic

“mmmm feel so nice honey” he slurs very sleepily

nuzzles his face into your stomach, searching for warmth :(((

you press little kisses around his face while he sleeps and he starts to blush but you can’t tell cause you think its just his face burning up from being sick (thank god it would’ve embarrassed him so bad if you found out it was from little kisses)

brings you flowers and gives you endless amount of cuddles as his way to thank you :((

･:*:･ﾟ☆ sunoo

boyfriend or child you can’t tell #2

will WHINE SO LOUD if you try to leave his side

“Y/NNNNN NOOOOO you can’t go~ its so cold~ im gonna freeze to death if you go~” “sunoo i need to get you medici-” “NOOOOOOO”

REFUSES to take his medicine

will turn his head the other way with a pout on his face and stubbornly shake his head

you have to pursued him with food and kisses in order for him to actually take it

takes the medicine but gags while taking it

“wheres my cuddles huh 😐”

so so so clingy :( he is pretty much on your entire lap with his head laid across your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your neck

sunoo wouldn’t be very sleepy but he would be very quiet (which makes you sad cause youre sunny is always so talkative), so he spends this time listening to you and all the things you wanna talk about

you guys watch movies together the whole day

wants you to leave kisses on his cheeks cause it makes him feel better

he pouts at you while you laugh at him when you feed him snacks

buys you all the snacks you could dream of when he is feeling better <33

･:*:･ﾟ☆ jungwon

tries to convince you he is fine #2

but wakes you up in the middle of night cause he threw up :((

he gets teary eyed cause he doesn’t wanna burden you but at the same time it hurts so bad

whimpers so much :((

he wants to be held so much, he is attached to you the entire time

you wipe his face with cold towels to bring down his high body temperature down and push back his bangs with so much care and love

“thank you y/n” he speaks so softly before letting out a huge sniffle

jungwon falls in love with you so much more

like he didnt think he could but some how you have managed to make him fall in love with you again

really likes it when you pet his head and massage his temples

he clings to you so much that he just follows you around like a little puppy

you guys watch romance movies together to distract him from the pain

will never give you a hard time like if you ask him to sit up and drink his water or take his medicine he’ll do it right away no questions asked

mainly cause he wants to get better quickly so he can spend more time with you doing more interesting things

thanks you by taking on a cute little picnic date the week after :(

･:*:･ﾟ☆ ni-ki

sleep. all he will do is sleep.

he doesnt care about anything else except for that fact that he wants to sleep

sprawls his entire body on top of yours

he literally traps your body so you cant get out

you have to physically push him off of you which isnt a problem cause he is in such a deep sleep

and when he wakes up and you ARENT by his side, he gets very whiny

“Y/NNNN why’d you leave me ☹️”

very grumpy

you laugh at this which makes him even more grumpy

how cute

ni-ki is honestly very frustrated that 1) he can’t go to practice and dance with his cheery personality and 2) he can’t kiss you!!!! (this is what is the most important to him)

so he just whines all day

whines when you tell him you have to take medicine

whines when you try to get him to sit up and eat

whines when you aren’t cuddling him

so pls cuddle the poor boy <//3

LOVES BACK RUBS

your cool hand against his warm back makes him sigh out loud

pays you back be giving you endless hugs, kisses and letting you win in games <//3

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muffinbeliever · 3 years

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No Words Needed

Dean Winchester and the reader spend their morning together. Meanwhile, the reader reflects on her relationship with Dean.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1382

Warnings: fluff !!!, explicit sexual content, sweet Dean

A/N: hi my loves i hope you guys are doing well :) here is a little one shot i put together ! i’m stuck in WTSA [07] i cant decide how i want it to go yet. i have the whole layout but like the dialogue is killing me right now. please expect another one shot earlier next week and hopefully i’ll have the next chapter out too !!!! please leave comments and feedback <3

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One of the greatest feelings in the world was definitely waking up next to Dean Winchester.

It was a feeling that you had first experienced as a kid, after you had crawled into Dean’s bed in the middle of an intense thunderstorm. You couldn’t have been older than six years old, but you had decided that the safest place for you was in his arms. He laid perfectly still against you, waking before you and softly carding his fingers through your long hair, allowing you to sleep in a little longer.

You and the Winchester brothers grew up together. John and your dad were hunting buddies and you often spent time at Bobby’s while the two of them were on a case. You were fifteen months older than Sam, which often resulted in both you and Dean taking care of the youngest Winchester. There were countless nights that the three of you were up late in the kitchen, munching away on cereal or the secret stash of popcorn that Bobby hid in the back of his cupboard. You three were pretty much inseparable and it had stayed that way for years.

You were unsure when you developed feelings for Dean, but somewhere between the All Saints’ Day marathons and lore reading, you had fallen in love. At first, you had tried to hide the feelings you had for your best friend, but after an intense game of Spin the Bottle— which you were sure Sam rigged— you were unable to hide them any longer, and you were happy when you found out Dean felt the same way.

He was always a cuddly sleeper. When the two of you took short naps, he would wrap his arm over your waist, pressing his strong chest against your back. You could feel the soft puffs of his breath against your hair as well as hear his light snores.

The mornings were different. Dean slept on his back, and you would wake up leaning into his side, your leg flung over his and your hand on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. One of his arms encircled your body, fitting your face into the crook of his neck. He was not a heavy sleeper due to the hunter life that he had grown up with, but if you woke up before he did, you had the chance to observe his peaceful state.

Despite your love for the bunker, you preferred waking up next to him in a motel room, solely because you admired the way thin rays of sunlight shone through the curtains and onto his face. Not only did it bring out his freckles, but also the flecks of gold in his stunning green eyes. You enjoyed the way that his eyelashes brushed the tops of his cheekbones, naturally curled. You knew he was waking up when his eyelids fluttered and his arm tightened around you.

The man was a human furnace. Despite the coldness of the bunker due to the concrete and lack of windows, you were always warm because of him. Heat radiated off his bare chest and through the cotton of your thin t-shirt. This morning was no exception.

Waking up in the bunker, you could always feel him before seeing him. Your bare legs were intertwined underneath the sheets and you felt the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed deeply. Once your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you were able to make out the curve of his nose and his slightly parted lips. You were unsure as to what time it was, but you didn’t find it in yourself to care.

The three of you had just gotten back from a long wendigo hunt. You had camped out in the forest for nearly two days and spent the next three hanging from your wrists after being caught. Luckily, you were barely hurt, mainly just sore in your wrists, but you took one look at Dean’s face when he found you and you knew that you weren’t hunting for the next week. Four days later, and you were grateful for the break, having caught up on your laundry and eating Dean’s cooking every night. You took advantage of not being in a motel, and the two of you shared passionate intimacies every night.

You pressed light kisses on Dean’s neck, smiling slightly when his arm tightened around you and he let out a small groan. His other arm encircled your body and you made your way up from his neck to his lips. It was a soft morning kiss, a little bit lazy and a little bit sloppy but neither of you minded.

“Mornin’ sweetheart,” he muttered against your lips, his voice deeper than normal.

“Mornin’,” you replied happily, kissing him once again. It was more passionate this time, his tongue slipping into your mouth and the two of you molding into each other as close as possible. You sighed, knowing you could kiss this man forever.

There were many nights (and mornings) spent in bed, making out like teenagers. Kisses with him always kept you on your toes. Sometimes he would leave chaste kisses, trailing from your mouth to your neck. Other times, he left open-mouthed kisses that explored all over your body. But your favorite kisses were the unhurried ones. His soft lips moved perfectly against yours, his hand cupping your cheek, and his tongue seeking entrance through your lips. They were slow kisses, ones that left you breathless and your fingers tangled in his hair.

You felt him harden against your leg and you touched him, earning a groan from Dean. He was thick and soft like velvet. You swiped your thumb over the head before slowly jerking your hand up and down, squeezing slightly, feeling heat pool in your belly at the noises he made. He slipped a finger through your folds to check how ready you were and you moaned at the feeling.

“All this, for me?” He teased and added another finger. You nodded, left breathless by the way his fingers moved and his thumb circled your bundle of nerves.

“Always,” you breathed out before moaning loudly as he slipped inside you. It wasn’t rough like last night. He wasn’t leaving bruising kisses on your lips or gripping your waist as you moved on top of him. Instead, you rolled your hips onto him, his thrusts meeting you in the middle. It was a slow rhythm, but one that was terribly delicious. It brought you quickly towards the edge and kept building from there. You shared deep kisses, your tongues dancing together. He swallowed your loud cry as you came around him and felt his thrusts get sloppier before you felt him explode inside you.

You collapsed on top of him, spent. Your heavy breaths matched his and he stayed inside of you, warming you from the inside. He pressed his lips against your forehead and you hummed, lazily opening your eyes to meet his in the dark.

“I love you,” you whispered. It wasn’t the first time you had said it. Hell, it wasn’t the hundredth time you said it. But each time you said it, it felt like the first time. His eyes filled with love and adoration and his breath hitched. His hand came up to tuck your hair behind your ear before his hand cupped your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

“You too, sweetheart,” he said, with a gentle kiss to your lips.

Dean Winchester was not a man of many words, this you knew. He struggled with his emotions, even as a kid, but you soon realized that it was not his words that spoke volumes but rather, his actions. It was in the way he kept an extra flannel in the backseat of Baby for you and how he drove an extra 10 minutes on supply runs to the next market for your favorite green tea. It was in the way he looked into your eyes as he thrust into you and how he carried around tampons in his bag just in case you needed one. Hearing him say those three words were far and few between, but it didn’t matter to you. With him, there were no words needed.

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beann-e · 3 years

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Can this be categorized as mikey slander yes yes it can. Do I absolutely adore mikey but think he can be a straight asshole in some timelines yes yes I do

cold

For some weird, grotesque, disturbing reason that's all I can remember.

I cant remember the way the soil would bend underneath my feet whenever I walked through soggy old mud. I cant remember the way my face would scrunch up as I came across that disgustingly overbearing smell I hated so much.

All I can remember is cold.

Cold on my puffed out frozen cheeks.

Clamminess' shooting out of my fingertips from the prunes they sprout. Almost as if Id soaked my whole body for too long. Like a 7 year old being told bath time went a little over schedule.

Almost as if the water that was originally suppose to clean them, bathe them, cleanse them soon turned into their enemy only making it worse. As if this enemy was sucking the life force from them only to leave the with pruned hands as evidence that it was there.

For some reason

I. Feel. Cold.

'' you almost always feel cold babe ''

Its distant but, its there. The only question I have is not about the term or the tone or even the voice sprouting these loving words. Its simply a question of where's this beautifully elegant word play coming from.

'' Come on y/n the quicker you do this the quicker I can get you out of here and into your blankets'' A sigh leaving afterwards " you'd like that wouldn't you come on "

But where's here. What's the here your referring to? This place that's making my body feel frozen with nerves or this place that's also making me feel like id played softball for six hours and have to soak my body in ice water to stop the cramps.

"fuck you always try to pull this type of shit "

Your head felt heavy.

Had you been hit. Your questions being answered when you felt a hand grip your neck and warm air hit your ear. " finish the fucking job or ill do it myself "

your body tensed as the once warm air that felt like a furnace to your frozen body moved. " thats what you want me to say yeah? "

The voice holding no feeling as if it didnt mean anything it said " yeah y/n ? that's what you want? want me to take over for you again hmm ? "

" y-yes "

" look at me "

your eyes darting anywhere but the chest that blocked your once clear view " look at me right now or you can throw me doing your job out the shitty window"

your eyes bolted to lock onto the ones in front of you. watching as a small smile spread on the males lips " god i love you like this "

yours eyes threatening to look away again already knowing how he would react to the moment you decided something for yourself that he hadnt approved yet" look away and ill make you walk home"

eyes clenching shut instead of looking away. Ears buzzing from the whispers of 'did they just-- blink instead of looking away '

" cute " The voice spoke softly a loud drop of the standing male in front of you and your boyfriend echoing through the room.

Your body still shaking and only calming when you noticed the males eyes still locked on you own. His voice unwavering as he spoke. " you going against tomen ken-chin "

" no "

" good caus--"

" But am I going against you bullying your s/o in front of the whole squad " Drakens eyebrow quirking up along with your boyfriends at the implied statement " yeah yeah I am "

" heh " a small chuckle leaving his mouth " yall fucking or something "

" mikey wha--"

" no mikey "

" good " he ran his hand through his hair flipping it back with a laugh " good" a small sniffle sounding through the room as he smiled at you eyes crinkling as he spoke " lets go home y/n "

Your body feeling lighter when you saw the smile returning to your boyfriends face " ok -- bye Draken -- guys ill see you ton--"

" tomorrow! they'll see you guys tomorrow " everyone shaking their heads as you and Mikey moved to leave the building.

The cool air outside not doing much to settle the already tense air between the two of you. Your boyfriends obvious attitude still hanging in the air only worsening as the silence drilled into his head.

" as soon as we get home go to your corner I don't want to be unlucky enough to make eye contact with a disgusting asshole like you " his lips pressing onto your temple " you hear me "

" Yes Mikey "

" you got an attitude baby " his voice almost a growl " why are you being so disrespectful huh"

" Yes sanjiro " you bit out.

" thats what I thought " his lips moving down to kiss yours " good job princess "

#mikey tokyo revengers #mikey sano #mikey x y/n #tokyo revengers #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev #draken #draken x reader #draken x y/n #mikey x reader #mikey angst

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rodeo-boots · 3 years

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omg u opened ur requests!!! may i please get some flaco x reader smut? any gender for the reader :^) thank you <3

it's been an absolute pleasure to write for Flaco, and I hope you'll enjoy it!! I picked a gender-neutral reader for this one :')

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1844

AO3

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Snowflakes whirled behind you as the heavy door to the cabin fell closed, your eyes needing a couple blinks until they had fully adjusted to the darkness within. You released a deep breath, one you hadn't noticed you've held in the first place, dropping the bag with the take to the floor.

"Back already?" The voice permeated through the shadows, a deep tenor that had your little hairs stand on edge. Flaco hadn't moved from his spot, huddled in the corner of his cabin, tucked away where the worst of the wind wouldn't reach him. His hat hid his eyes well, the glass upon the table indicating what he'd been doing during your absence.

You pulled the gloves off your hands, stuffing them into the deep pockets of your coat. "Wasn't hard," you answered, remembering the fright in the traveler's eyes, their readiness to give you all they had at the point of your gun. It left you feeling on clouds, the rush of adrenaline still buzzing beneath your skin.

And maybe you had ridden a little harder than needed. Maybe the prospect of seeing Flaco as soon as possible had driven you more than you cared to admit.

The man stood, floorboards creaking under his heavy boots as he moved closer, picking the bag off the ground to inspect the valuables within. He whistled, weighing his head in a satisfied fashion. "You've done well." His praise got to you as it always did, made the exhaustion and strain dissipate right off your shoulders. After a job done well, there was nothing else you needed than some validation, and Flaco had always been one to supply.

"What're you thinkin' about?" He had caught onto your silence, reaching for your chin to tilt it upwards, dark eyes meeting your own. The bag in his hands seemed forgotten, carelessly dropped again while the contents within clanked and jingled.

Your lips quirked up into a sly smile, the apples of your cheeks cold like your nose. "I'm thinking 'bout my reward," you answered, your hands easily finding their way to his upper arms, fingers digging into the thickness of his coat. He knew how to dress accordingly, seemingly never running into trouble to stay warm – though this man was a furnace all by himself.

His warm breath hit your face, your eyes fluttering shut in expectancy of a kiss. The next gust of hot air left him as a chuckle, however, Flaco reaching up to take the hat off your head and place it aside. "All in due time," he muttered, removing his own next to join yours.

You would never complain about sharing a drink and a talk, about basking in the company of the older gunslinger. He was more to you than a source of income, than a partner in crime. His tips were helpful, sure, but even if he didn't have a job for you, you'd still seek him out at the end of the day. Because no matter what you gave him, the attention and companionship you were more than happy to offer, he would always return it tenfold.

Up here, you were his alone, and you would always know to cherish that.

Teasing never lasted long between you, Flaco being as unwilling to waste his time as you were, straight-forward in more ways than one. Where you had made the first step initially, he preferred taking the lead from there-on out, but who were you to complain?

"That's it." He hadn't waited long after denying your first kiss, had crowded you back against the wall to work on your coat, your own hands mirroring the actions of his. His lips were on your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive and cool skin, your breath hitching when he sucked down over your pulse.

The whiskey on his breath was undeniable, but it was just another part of him, another addition to the intoxication man you couldn't get enough of.

You wanted to touch him, pushing at the heavy coat around his shoulders, fingertips raking up the nape of his neck to slip into his hair. There were too many possible places for your hands to be, a small frustrated noise slipping past your lips when you couldn't feel everything all at once.

Flaco tossed his coat to the floor eventually, not minding the dust and the dirt you had dragged inside, the snow now molten and leaving muddy puddles behind. It all didn't matter to him, nor did it to you, both your minds entirely encaptured with the press of one pair of lips against another, Flaco finally giving you what you'd yearned for ever since stepping into the cabin.

"Let's move this to the bed," you muttered, hands lowering to work on the man's belt, impatiently pulling the leather from it's loops. You palmed him through his trousers, got a good grip on him just to squeeze, sighing at the familiar weight of his heavy cock behind the fabric.

He bit back a curse, muffled his voice in the crook of your neck. By the time you had freed his cock, he was getting ready to speak again. "Why should we?" He asked low and deep, kissing the magical spot behind your ear before briefly nibbling on your earlobe. "If I can take you right here?"

That sent a shiver down your spine, the excitement within you welling up and doubling in intensity, your nod too quick and needy to be brushed off. "Please–" But you didn't get farther than that, Flaco's lips returning to your neck as his fingers slipped under your shirt, warm palms roaming cool skin, eliciting goosebumps and a soft moan from your throat.

He caressed you like you were some treasure, leaving not an inch of skin untouched as he gave your body all the attention it could ever need. While you had loosely stroked his cock all this time, he only gradually began to open your pants now, encouraging you to step out of the fabric before pressing you back against the wall.

You whimpered when your tender skin met the cold air, your arousal bared for Flaco to see. There was no shame in it, however, not when the man in front of you looked like he was ready to consume you entirely.

"Wrap your legs 'round me," he directed, still clad with only his flushed cock on display, standing proud and erected while droplets of pre-cum already rolled off the tip. He held onto you, lifting you in time with your legs finding their designated spot. "Good?" Flaco searched your face for signs of discomfort, humming at the nod of your head.

His fingers dipped low, finding their target right away as he focused on your sex, giving you a taste of the pleasure he would soon allow you to feel. You gasped at the first touch, hips inching closer to his hand, no matter how much you were locked in place by the position.

"C'mon," the tone of your voice was more of a plea than a demand, every part of you aching for more – for everything Flaco would give you. "N-Need you inside," you muttered, your head lolling back at his continuous but slow caress, of the stimulation that barely fell short of being enough.

He hummed again, leaning in to soothe you with a kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth to distract you from the finger entering you. "F-Fuck-" your walls clenched around the intrusion, slowly relaxing when Flaco started to work you open. He added one more finger and another, preparing you thoroughly for what was to come, the sensation of his hard cock against your skin reminding you just how dearly you needed to be stretched beforehand.

You whined when his fingers grazed the tender spot inside of you, instantaneously canting your hips to chase that delightful pressure. But Flaco didn't want you to come without him, pulling his fingers out to replace them with his cock, pushing in steadily to let you adjust to his size.

"Doin' so well," he grunted, resting his forehead against your own when he bottomed out, holding onto the back of your thighs with his balls pressing against your sensitive skin.

He breathed deeply, getting used to the heat and tightness of your walls, gyrating his hips experimentally to watch your response. When all you showed him was unbridled pleasure and need, however, he knew that he had no more reason to hold back.

Your back dug into the wall behind yourself, hands clutching Flaco's shoulders for dear life, holding on as he started to move his hips. He didn't start out slow, didn't build up any more than he already had, his cock dragging out only to be pushed back inside, balls smacking against your skin the more he repeated the action.

The breath was knocked from your lungs just like that, the man's cock hitting all the right spots inside of you, filling you in the exact way you needed. You couldn't hold back the noises from your throat, couldn't withhold anything as you tossed your head back again, eyes fluttering from the sudden rush of pleasure.

Flaco wasn't one to be overly vocal, none to scream his lust into the world for all to hear. But right now, he seemed as lost in his ardor as you were, grunting and groaning, staring at your face to miss none of the expressions that passed over it. "Eyes on me," he demanded, momentarily slowing to reach up and tilt your chin to him, locking your gazes as he continued to fuck you.

You didn't feel cold any longer, didn't feel much else than his cock moving inside of you, the rocking motions that pressed you closer to the wall with each passing moment. The pleasure had built within you all this time, first at the anticipation and now the pay-off, your head spinning while you inched closer and closer to the edge.

Flaco caught on to your impending fulfillment, dutifully reaching down between your legs to stroke you to completion, his fingers dancing over you with practiced ease. "Go on, I'll follow" he buried his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his own sounds of enjoyment, the vibrations of his voice driving you off the wall and into your orgasm.

You came with a sharp moan of Flaco's name, the taste of it still upon your tongue as your pulsing walls made him lose himself inside of you. His hips gave a couple more jerks, breathless curses filtering through to your clouded brain. He still held you in his arms, only slowly letting go of your legs to let you place them on the ground again.

His spent dripped down your thighs after his softening cock had left you, your muscles trembling but pleasantly warm.

"Now, we can move to the bed," he spoke up, his voice a little hoarse and rough, but you loved it either way. After all, you couldn't get enough of everything this infamous gunslinger was.

#Requests #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #flaco hernández #flaco hernandez x reader #reader insert #nsft #nsft fanfic #mallr4ts

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nebraska-is-a-myth · 3 years

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But we can chose to fight - part 12

tw /// lots of mentions of panic attacks, blood, and death, take care of yourselves please

Masterlist

P.s I'm sorry

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Blood.

So much Blood.

Blood on his hands.

Blood on his clothes.

Blood pooling onto the concrete.

Pressure.

He needs to put pressure on the wound.

Keep pressure on it.

Stop the blood.

Why is there so much blood.

It won't stop.

Please, why wont it stop.

Pulse.

Check for a pulse.

Apply pressure.

No pulse.

Try again.

No pulse.

Too much blood.

Hands.

Hands all over him.

Hands dragging him away.

No, he needs to keep pressure on it.

He needs to stop the blood.

Hands.

Fists.

Blood.

His blood?

Why is nobody trying to stop the blood.

He needs to get up.

He needs to stop the blood.

Someone's shouting.

Is the ambulance here yet?

He’s covered in blood and,

Oh.

They're shouting at him.

It’s foggy and he can't think,

He doesn't know what's happening.

Think.

Blood

Counting

Gunfire

Blood

“Don't just fucking stand there say something!”

His face hurts, did someone hit him? He feels something run down his upper lip and he tastes the blood seeping into his mouth. The metallic taste makes him gag and he runs a hand through his hair, shit, now his hair is covered in blood.

Blood?

Blood!

Tommy!

“Tommy?”

The name leaves his lips like a whimper, it’s childish and desperate. He doesn't get a response.

“Don't you fucking say his name you monster!”

Something happens around him, something moves and people shout, not at him this time. It’s hard to understand what's happening when he can't pry his eyes away from Tommy's limp body. It looks unnatural for him to be so still, so quiet. Tubbo has his head in his lap, carting his fingers through Tommy's blond and slightly bloodied hair. There is blood everywhere. Dream looks between his hand and the red handprints on Tommy's cheeks and he decides that the marks on his face are because of Dream. He remembers holding Tommy's pale face in his hands. He wouldn't wake up. His back hurts and there are bloodied tracks on the concrete, are they his? He vaguely remembers being dragged away from all of the blood, was it Wilbur? Is that why Wilbur hit him, because he was too close? He was only trying to stop the blood.

“What have you done.”

I don't know.

“What he should have done fucking months ago?”

George is here?

“So that was the plan was it-?”

Of course George was there, he shot Fundy.

Wait, he shot Fundy?

“ -lure him in when he was vulnerable and the murder him!”

No of course it wasn't, he loved Tommy.

He loved him.

Loved.

But Tommy’s dead.

Oh my god he’s dead.

Tommys Dead.

He killed him

Tommys dead

He’s shaking

Why is he shaking

People are staring

Why are they looking

Stop it

Tommys dead

Stop staring

Why are they-

Hands

Hands on his back

He cant breath

Hands

Blood

Shaking

Tears

Stop it

Blood

Breathe

He can breathe

“Thats it Dream, in and out. In.”

Breathe.

“And out.”

Breathe.

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When Dream opens his eyes again he no longer feels like there's cotton wool clogging his ears, the sun is setting and he wants to wretch at the smell of blood coming from everywhere. He is now faintly aware that he is no longer wearing his mask and the beating in his chest pounds against his ribcage louder and louder, but he feels calmer as rhythmic circles are rubbed into his upper back. Dream melts into the touch, he hasn't had much human affection in a while, apart from flying fists and painful sparring sessions. He’s sat on the floor with Fundy crouched in front of him. Fundy? Did Fundy just, help him? Dream looks up into Fundy’s eyes to find the orange haired man already looking at him, it’s strange having the man so close, but his gaze feels softer than all the other harsh stairs around him. He sees Wilbur come into focus from behind Fundy and looms over the both of them with a terrifying look in his eyes.

“Fudy what the fuck are you doing.” It’s a half mumble and Dream barely hears it himself, but Fundy takes his gaze away from Dream and removes his touch from the other man. Is it strange that Dream feels colder without it?

“I wasn't exactly going to let him pass out from a panic attack Wilbur, and it’s not like any of them were going to do anything.”

Fundy gestures over to the rest of the Dream team who were still armed to the teeth and quite frankly looked rather bored.

“Dream just needs to stop being such a pussy and get over it. So what the kids dead, plenty more annoying little prats in the sea.”

George's voice is replaced by shouting and the clacking of metal and Dream needs to stop this before someone else is killed because of him. Dream is in charge, not George. So (with a little help from Fundy) Dream staggers to his feet and crosses the line between l’manburg and Dream smp to meet the brit. He stands there for a moment, letting the confusion settle on George's face, before striking George across the bridge of his nose in one swift movement.

He hopes it hurts.

The maskless man turns from Georges curses and sapnaps confusions and walks towards Wilbur. “I want you to have independence.”

“WHAT THE FUCK.”

Dream ignores George in favor of directing his eyesight to Fundy. The man isn't smiling, but his eyes become a lot wider at the statement. Wilbur looks angry and confused and on the brink of tears. He doesn't blame the older man, the smp had taken so much from them, and all because he couldn't bear to stand against the people who he used to call his friends. He knows that this will never even come close to making up for what he has done to them, but he hopes that it's a start.

“The east side is yours to command Wilbur, you are free from the laws of the smp.”

In rage, Sapnap goes to lunge at dream, but Eret manages to grab one of his arms and pull him to the ground. “ How could you dream, after everything we’ve done.”

Dream turns to face the arsonist, his head is still spinning but his thoughts are clear, clearer than he thinks they've ever been.

“What we’ve done? Sapnap we terrorized these people, killed a child! You really think that's something to be proud of?”

George pinches the bridge of his nose and clambers to his feet, he snarls and spits at dreams feet. “The east side is not yours to give! We made you what you are, that territory is ours!”

“George you Manipulated me! You made me afraid and you put me in an impossible position. I should be dead right now, I wish I were fucking dead right now but I’m not okay. And I’ll be damned if I let you hurt these people any more than you already have. If it’s power your after then take it, take whatever the fuck you want from me, but you leave the east side the fuck alone George.”

Tubbo can hear the others shouting but he stops paying attention after Dreams outburst. It’s sad Dream said those things about himself, he knows how much the older man cared about Tommy. Tommy trusted Dream, and the list of people Tommy trusted was painfully short, but Dream had always been on that list, no matter what. Even after their little fight about Tommys disks, even after they had both almost died, Tommy probably died still trusting dream. Tubbo carts his fingers through Tommys soft hair, flecks of dried blood are stuck to the tips of some of the strands, he tries not to think about all of the blood pooling around them. He focuses on the happy things instead. Tubbo likes to think Tommy is happier up there, wherever he is. Maybe he’s finally in the arms of his mother after all these years alone, he hopes Tommy finally knows he is loved. Tubbo’s other hand is wrapped around his friends wrist, fingers placed firmly on where Tommy's pulse should be thudding with energy. He hasn't felt anything in minutes now, he knows his friend is gone, that no amount of cpr will bring him back, the blood reminds him of that. So Tubbo takes his hand from Tommys pale wrist and slips it into his friend's hand. It's cold and it feels nothing at all like Tommy. Tommy always used to run hot like a furnace, the boy always complained about how warm it was no matter what the weather was doing. It was both a blessing and a curse, yes it meant Tommy complained 24/7, but it also meant that Tubbo could use him as his own personal hot water bottle. Cold after a long day of running round the city on jobs? Go to Tommy. Run down after getting caught in a storm? Go to Tommy. Just need a warm hug? Go to Tommy. Tubbo could really do with one of those hugs right now, but he can't can he? Tommy isn't warm anymore, his paling skin is like ice to the touch, and Tubbo feels like he wants to sob until his tears run out. Will he ever be warm again?

He sits like that for a while, clutching Tommy's hand in a death grip like the boy would sink into the floor at any moment. Still overwhelmed with shock, Tubbo glances up for a second to catch Erets gaze. The older man is staring at them with this look in his eyes that Tubbo can't quite place, although he’s never really been good at reading people. He looks, sad almost, Tubbo thinks it’s regret. One day he thinks he’ll forgive Eret. Not today, he can't. But one day, when the sun rises in just the right way, and the birds call to him with a song that makes his heart pang, he will visit Tommy's grave and feel the breeze caress his tear stained cheeks and tell him that it's okay. It's okay to forgive him. Tubbo will welcome Eret with open arms as gusts of wind tousle both of their hair, rustling their shirts and telling them that Eret is forgiven, and that they can start to heal again. But the skies are clear, there is no breeze on this day, and so Tubbo tears his eyes away from his friend and back to his brother. Because that's what they were, brothers. Together forever until the very end. Although neither of them expected it to come so soon. It’s terrifying, knowing how alone he is in the world. Tommy was his everything, he was the glue that held everyone together, clichés as it may be. But that was the truth, and now that he’s gone, Tubbo can feel himself start to crumble. The Brunette caves in on himself and lets the sobs rack through his body, the grip on Tommy's hand tightens. He can almost hear Tommy nagging at him complaining at how he’s squeezing too hard.

“You're hurting my hand bitch.”

The thought makes him clutch at the cold skin even harder, tears still rolling down his cheeks. That is, until he hears the nagging again, as if this is some cruel game.

“Oi dick’ead that ‘urts.”

Wait?

“Tommy?”

The outburst catches the attention of the other gang members, although none of them quite know what's going on.

Tubbo is left speechless, he doesn't understand what's happening. It’s almost as if all the blood had soaked back into Tommy's body and he had sprung back to life.

“Tommy you're alive!”

“‘course I am idiot, why wouldn't I be?”

Tommy is more than confused. Tubbo is firing words at his head that just don't even make sense, talking about how he got shot and something stupid like that. It makes Tommy head pound, I mean he’s pretty sure he would remember getting shot right? Although, he doesn't really remember ever being on the floor, or anything after getting punched by George for that matter. The color blind man couldn't have hit him that hard could he? Surely not. I mean come on, it's GeorgeNotFound! Tommy's confusion continues to grow as more an more people crowd round him, Wilbur, Fundy, Eret, sapnap and...

“Tommy?”

Its...he...Dream..

He cant breath

Tommy's head spins, he only gets a few seconds of peace before he feels like he’s being swallowed by the void in his mind. His vision goes dark and he can feel his body start to tremble. It’s terrifying. The blackness around him is hollow and cold and Tommy screams for someone to help him, he screams for Dream, Wilbur, Tubbo, in a desperate attempt he even calls out to Eret in hope of a savior. But nothing screams back. Instead he is taunted by silence and the pressure building in his chest. But as Tommy starts to surface, the distant sounds of Wilbur's deadly counting haunt his empty wasteland.

#Okay but that thing about Tubbo forgiving Eret one day is the best thing ive every written #I almost cried writing it #Tommy death pog #one of these is not like the others #Dream sad times #I love writing dream #fundywastaken #I am so looking forward to writing more of that #tommyinnit #dreamwastaken #wilbur soot #georgenotfound #sapnap #tubbo #fundy #the eret #crime au

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symphonicmetal101 · 2 years

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For the match-up, I will share all the weird stuff that about me

One time when I was young I stepped on a frog and didn't know what to do so I just froze and didn't move, dad ended up having to carry me inside.

I've hate sharing my popcorn at movie theaters, I just hating having people reach over and grab at my food in the dark.

I always have a problem with my body temperature, I'm either to cold or to warm.. to the point where I have used a fan in winter.

I also hate having super empty bags, I usually only have my keys wallet and phone.. but don't like putting it in my pockets, so I carry a bag but then like 90% of the bag is used and it feels wasteful.

@raccoon-carson IS THIS YOU? Hai bean.

If not then uh...I fucKED UP lmao

I'm matching you with

BEELZEBUB

I got the image of the two of you going on a movie date- anything you need to bring with you, hes more than happy to hold in his pockets if you're ok with it.

He knows hes not very good at sharing a bucket of popcorn fairly, so youd be setting your own anyways. After the movie, he would like to hold you. Be prepared for lots of forehead kisses-

For snuggle time, hes a walking furnace, so he only really has two thin blankets on his bed. At least you'll never be cold. On nights you're warm though, hes more than happy to keep windows open and bring you cool snacks and drinks, but will be a little sad by the thought he cant hold you, but one or eighteen milkshakes later he'll be right as rain.

#v talks #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me crack matchups #obey me beel #carson!💖#i think

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thetorturerwrites · 4 years

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I’m so excited for Torturer Tuesday’s to resume! I’ve missed you!!! I’d like to please request some hot Flip Zimmerman action!!! Hickies/bruises/marking kink (maybe he likes being marked up too!), possessiveness, being manhandled. I just want to be mauled by that sexy motherfucker! Thank you 🖤

+ Anonymous said to thetorturerwrites:Trying to channel my heathen, I’d love to have some animalistic smut with Flip, please! I just want to have him chase me down, grab me and pick me up, and manhandle the fuck out of me before he fucks me like a wild ravaging beast. Bruises, hickies, scratches, falling off whatever you’re fucking on lol. Maybe him getting extra wound up when you start clawing him. Just some aggressive sexy fun! It’s all good. I love everything you write! Thank you!! :)

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You were, without a doubt, 100%, royally fucked.

Wrong place. Wrong time. Wrong damn car to hot-wire.

It was more than the gun jammed into your head, more than the gruff, irritated voice commanding you to climb out with your hands up. Your fear came from the fact that he was a goddamn beast of a man — broad shoulders, taller than you by more than a little, and wide as a linebacker. And he was a cop.

Fucking shit ass no good vulture cop.

In less than a minute, he’d stuffed a bandanna in your mouth, latched on the handcuffs, and shoved you into the backseat. You screamed, kicked, and flailed. You balled up both fists and aimed for his face, but it was ridiculously pointless. He growled, caught your ankle in one hand and ....

Darkness.

Groggy, you groaned and tried to touch the unidentifiable throb at your face, but you only smacked yourself in the mouth with the steel bracelet. Pushing up to sit, you shook off some dizziness and found yourself face to face with a crouching, irritated, dangerous predator. An unmoving predator. One who was waiting for you to wake up.

Rising absurdly fast, he kicked you square in the chest, sending you flailing back on a choking sputter. He dug the heel of his boot into your belly and ripped at your clothes. He threw away your shoes and leaned his weight against you to shuck your holey jeans. You pushed and clawed at his boot, thrashed and tried to wiggle away before he could get at your panties, but it only earned you a fist in your tangled hair and a howl of pain as he pulled tight.

Hauled onto bare feet, you pushed at his chest, turning and bending to get loose.

“This is your chance to be good.” He murmured and pulled you in so close you could smell his cologne. “If you are, I’ll take you to the station to do the right thing.”

“Your plan is to kidnap me? Teach me a lesson?” You pushed at him again, but he was an unshakeable column. “Take me to the damn station then! I’ll tell them I tried to boost your idiot truck.”

“Oh, I will. But first...” Holding you around the throat with one hand, he ripped your light tee and tossed the tatters over his shoulder. “You, your smart ass mouth, and your fucking hands are gonna work tonight.”

Your eyes widened, large as moons. Your mouth popped open in outright shock as the man all but admitted he planned to rape you. He traced the swell of your lower lip as you worked it out; but then, you got your shit together, jammed your elbow into his gut, and bit the hand that teased you.

“I’ll rot first.”

His lopsided grin terrified you, as did the way he canted his head to one side, as though your pretend bravado entertained him. He knew it was bullshit. Lifting one of those massive paws, he shooed you back.

“We’ll see.” He gestured to the tree line, and you blanched. “Go on. I’ll be along shortly.”

The flash of his pistol lit a fire under your ass, and you bolted.

You ran until your chest burned, until your sides needled and your throat caught, dry as a bone. Gulping down frigid air, you wrapped bare arms around a bare middle, turning in an idiotic circle as you tried to get some bearings. There was no clear path here. There also wasn’t a house, a streetlight, or even a clearing big enough for the moon to shine all the way through.

A gunshot rang out to your left, far too close for him to be back at the vehicle, and you launched yourself in the opposite direction. You fought through brambles, through branches and wet leaves, through dirt and cold mud. You pushed and pushed; but far too soon, your sprint faded to a stumbling jog. Your arms hung heavy, useless in defending you when you tripped on an overgrown root.

You crashed to the ground on a whine, but you barely had time to right yourself before he was on you. Unforgiving arms wrapped around your ribs, squeezing out your breath. He pinned you there in the dirt, shoved his face into the crook of your neck, and bit down so hard you saw stars. The hoarse wail that ripped from your throat rattled your bones.

You didn’t know you could make such a wounded sound.

When he released you, you slumped to the hard ground, wallowing in the grime miserably. The click of his gun foretold the shot, but you couldn’t respond. You trembled, locked between swallowing fear and consuming anger. The look you leveled at him was defiant, but warily so. He was going to fuck you or kill you tonight; it was clear. Maybe both.

The first shot didn’t jar you into movement fast enough. It rang in your ears, but you curled into a ball instead of leaping to your feet.

“Get your ass up.”

The next shot exploded just to the right of your head, breaking through your fog. You leaped up once more as the unpleasant echo turned to a loud warble reverberating down through your jaw. As hard as you tried to fight it, panic won out and sent hot tears spilling over your dirty cheeks, painting you with grimy streaks.

You stumbled blindly forward until you could no longer feel your fingers or your toes. You pulled yourself from tree to tree on bloodied fingertips, but your feet felt like cinder blocks — too large and bulky to be useful. You mashed swollen, cracked lips together and tried to get your breathing under control. Your throat stung like broken glass from all the screaming and crying.

Thinking you had to do something other than run, you wedged yourself in between two stumps and made yourself as small as you physically could. You ignored the jab of prickly leaves and prayed to gods you didn’t believe in that this man would get bored with chasing you and leave you here. You’d never steal another thing in your life if you made it through the night.

Fool’s prayers.

He yanked you out of your hiding place so hard you crashed into him on a surprised yelp. Benumbed, you palmed his pectorals, trying to inch away, but the cold made you weak, easy prey. Each anxious breath sent steam curling up and around his face as you shook your head over and over, as though you could deal with the devil on empty pockets.

You quaked all over, trembling fear turned to the beginnings of hypothermia. He spun you, forced your face into scratchy bark, and slid up behind you. For all your earlier boasting about how you’d rather die than fuck him, you groaned aloud at the feel of his chest against your back because he was blessedly warm. His feverish hands roamed you from thighs to ribs, and you wondered if it truly would be that bad.

“Nothing smart to say? Hm? Thought you were hot shit?”

You sneered, jolted from a reverie where you pictured him pounding you into oblivion. You readied yourself to spit something snarky at him, but he cupped both of your aching breasts, pressing in so they spilled over his palms. Instead of swearing, you moaned louder than you wanted because the heat was deliriously good. You lost feeling in your nipples a while ago, but he coaxed it back by kneading and squeezing.

The chattering of your teeth eased slightly, along with the outright tremors. He infused you with just enough warmth to keep you from collapsing, but he wanted more. His petting turned to mauling, and he gouged tracks down your sternum and up from your abdomen. You cried out and twisted, but he trapped you with a snarl and a vicious bite to your upper arm. He sucked a bruise into your skin so painfully you thought you could feel him chomping on the bone.

The next thing you felt was the press of his belly against your ass, and you knew his jeans were already open. You flushed and panted, but no longer from the cold. Sighing, partially in defeat, partially in anticipation, you laid your head back against his shoulder. His entire body was a furnace, a heat source you needed more than your dignity.

“Look at that.” He rocked his hips against yours, nipping at the bruise blooming along your neck. “A thief and a whore.”

#torturer tuesdays #flip zimmerman #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman smut #flip Zimmerman x you

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sabraeal · 4 years

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The Daisy Chain, Chapter 8

At long last, the end of this series! AO3 informs me that the last update was in December 2017, so uh....enjoy. This was written for @puffdragongirl for her birthday, which is TODAY because I am an adult who can totally finish things on time. Just...ignore that this fic has only needed one more chapter for two and a half years.

The room is dark when she slips through, silent save for the sound of Obi’s breath, thick and heavy with sleep. Shirayuki sets her back to the door, guiding it shut softly, the latch engaging with a sharp click.

It’s just how she left it: his coat slung over the back of his chair, the spray of paperwork across his desk, the soft glow of the stone on the bedside table; how it looks every night she’s snuck in to steal his warmth.

Save for the clothes strewn by the beside, of course, shucked as quick as corn at a husking, and the bare body sprawled beneath the sheets.

A hand claps to her cheeks, burning. She hadn’t meant for this to happen, hadn’t even thought it could, but--

Her eyes adjust, enough so that she can trace the sharp lines of his face in the darkness. Her heart clenches, overwhelmed with fondness, and she cannot hold back her smile. Shirayuki may not have meant for it to happen, but she’s glad it did.

His robe slides from her shoulders, joining his jacket on the chair. Cold air stings her skin, and before she can give a single shiver, she slips beneath the covers, pressing her body tight against his. He’s warm under her hands, bare-chested beneath the cocoon of covers. She would never dare, not even in summer, but Obi is a furnace; only seconds beside him and she’s warm from head to toe. By morning she’ll be a sweaty mess, and--

And that could be from an entirely different reason than she’s used to.

Shirayuki raises herself onto her elbow, watching his chest rise and fall beneath her hand. She knows this rhythm well, the long lull of his sleep; it’s been her constant companion these past few years, the last thing she heard before her dreams pulled her under. To think, for so long she fooled herself, believing that she could sleep as easy with another’s.

He sighs, head tilting on his pillow. The lines of his face are slack, unwary, his breath steady and slow. Perfectly peaceful in this place.

Her mouth rounds into a faint smile. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

His breath stutters, and she smothers a smirk. As if she couldn’t tell he was faking after all these years.

His nose wrinkles, eyes screwing shut. “I see Master is telling my secrets now.”

Her hand cups him, his cheek stubbled against her palm. With no hesitation, he leans into it, nose nuzzling down its hatched lines, the heat of his breath skating down her wrist. “Obi.”

He sighs, eyes slitting open to reveal a sliver of gold behind the cage of his eyelashes. “You weren’t supposed to know.”

“Never?”

He rolls up onto his side, lips brushing the base of her palm, sending sparks down her skin. “Not ever.”

Her mouth slants wryly. “So much for that.”

A laugh rumbles up from his chest, muffled by her palm. “Well, I wasn’t the one who told you.”

“Why.”

Obi blinks, eyes wide and gleaming like coins. “I...” His fingers clench in the sheets between them. “I didn’t want you to act any differently. Or...or make you feel that you had to-- to--”

“Love you?”

“Pity me.” His fingers wrap around her wrist, slowly stroking down to her elbow. “I consider myself a pragmatist, after all.”

“Obi.” She rests her forehead against his. “No more secrets.”

His chest trembles beneath her palm. “But how will I maintain my reputation as a man of mystery?”

She shakes her head-- or rather, rolls it along his forehead, noses brushing at the tip. “Have your secrets, then. Just not from me.”

His breath leaves him on a sigh, body relaxing under her touch. “I could live with that.”

“Good.” Shirayuki tilts her head, their noses parting as she closes that last breath of space between them.

A sparks courses through her at the touch, catching the tinder in her belly. It smolders, each brush of his lips against hers fanning the flame, threatening a blaze. Her fingers clench at his shoulder, and his answering moan makes her wonder if they could close the gulf between their bodies and start again, picking up where they left off--

“Are you all right?” he breathes, putting a healthy, finger-width of space between them. “Are you sure that we--?”

“Yes,” she murmurs, chasing his mouth, feeling that sweet rush of victory before he pulls himself back again.

This time, it’s further, and when she opens her eyes, an incredulous arch of an eyebrow waiting for her.

“No,” she admits, bowing her head against his shoulder. “I mean, yes to-- to wanting. But I’m not...” She bites her lip. “It was never going to be an easy conversation.”

His mouth curves mischievously in the dark. “It could have been easier.”

“I...I don’t think so.” His gaze is dubious when she leans back to meet it. “I could have been better prepared, and I could have, ah...avoided this sort of confrontation, but--” her fingers tips idly on his skin as she gathers her thoughts-- “this was never going to be...clean.”

He hums, unconvinced. “If you needed this conversation at all.”

“I did. We did.” She lets out a huff; if only words came as easily as kisses did when she was with him. “I think...I think I knew-- I knew when you said I couldn’t-- that a princess couldn’t work beside a common boy.”

“Ah, Miss!” He jolts away from her, as if her touch scalds. “You shouldn’t have listened to me. I only--”

“No.” Her hand cradles his cheek, and she leans in, rubbing noses together once more. “You were right. I just wasn’t ready to hear it. And when he asked for my hair, and you told me to tell him to come get it himself, I--” her breath catches in her throat-- “I knew he wouldn’t come.”

“Well,” Obi drawls, mouth rucking up shadows. “Looks like you missed the mark on that one.”

“That only makes it worse. He only came to collect, not to-- to--” she sighs, shaking her head-- “not to see me. This isn’t the way I wanted to start the conversation but...”

She worries her lip, choosing her words carefully before saying, “If this hadn’t happened, I’m not sure I ever would have had the courage to walk away.”

“Well,” Obi laughs after a long moment, teeth flashing white in the dark. “If you’d wanted to leave so badly, all you had to do was as--”

Her hand pushes at his chest, playful. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I know, I know.”

“It’s only...” She curls in closer to him, her feet pressing against his shins. “It’s so much easier to do something when it isn’t just for yourself.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” He catches her hand, pressing it flat against his breast. “Before I met you, I did everything just for myself. Wasn’t too hard.”

Beneath her palm, his heart beats slow and steady, as faithful as Obi himself. “And now?”

His thumb strokes down the long bone of her hand. “And now I have so much more to lose.”

“No.” It’s little more than a breath, her fingers curling into his hair. “You have so much more to live for.”

His lips curve, entirely too inviting. “That’s splitting hairs, Miss.”

“You know,” she manages, eyes fixed on the full bow of his mouth, “I liked it better when you called me by my name.”

His breath stutters in his chest, his heart racing just beneath her palm. “Ah, but did you really like that, or just what I was doing while I used it?”

Heat pounds through her as she remembers the way his hands had gripped her thighs, how they had felt wrapped around him, how he had felt as he moved deep withing her--

“Can I say both?”

One of those hands grips her now, firm against the round of her seat, and drags her hip-to-hip. “You won’t hear any objection from me.”

Ah, yes, it certainly-- certainly doesn’t feel like he has any objection. Or, um, clothes.

Her cheeks flare unbearably hot, but she’s never been one to back away from a challenge-- or such a welcome invitation.

“We were interrupted before.” Her hand snakes from his chest to his shoulder, and oh, it would be so much easier if she was the sort of girl who was used to this, to asking for things, but-- “We shouldn’t leave things unfinished.”

She expects his mouth to tilt, for a wicked smile to spread across his lips as he slides her impossibly close, the heat of his breath skating across her skin, but--

But instead he only pulls back, concern furrowing his brow. “You didn’t--?”

“You didn’t,” she breathes, palm smoothing down his side. “Don’t you want to?”

“I--” The excuse dies on his lips, swept away by the slow brush of hers. He groans into her mouth, fingers digging hard into her thigh. “Ahh, Shirayuki, you--”

“Mm,” she hums, pressing closer, mouth tucked against his neck, his pulse thrumming against her lips. “I like the way you say it.”

“Haah?” he manages, hips canting towards her as her fingers trace over the curved bone of it. “What do you--?”

“My name.” He hisses as the words form against his skin, head tilting back. “I like the way it sounds when you say it.”

Her hand drops those last inches, wrapping around the hard length of his cock. He jumps under her touch.

She hadn’t touched it the last time; between the way his fingers had felt and the urgent need to have him inside her, she hadn’t even thought to try. But now its heavy weight is in her palm, both solid and soft. The skin is like nothing she’s ever felt-- well, at least not with her hands-- smooth and stretched tight over the firm flesh beneath. She knows it’s not bone, that it’s only vascularized tissue filled to the brim, but it’s hard enough that--

“Shirayuki,” he pants, forehead resting on hers. She blinks up at him, confused, until she realizes her hands have moved on their own, tracing along the bulging vessel on its underside, and--

And that’s working for him. Curious.

“Shirayuki,” he tries again, fingers gripping so hard they could bruise. “You don’t have to--”

His voice is lost, falling into a guttural groan as she finally moves, stroking her hand down the length of him. Heat pools between her legs at the sound of it, at the way his hips jerk between each stroke, chasing her touch.

She hooks a calf around his thigh, steadying herself. “I want to.”

His head tips back, exposing the tender skin of his neck, and Shirayuki knows an invitation when she sees one. Her mouth finds a ridge of bone, suckling at the flesh there, drawing out the most intriguing sounds from his throat.

“Shirayuki.” He’s panting, painfully hard in her hand, but still he manages, “I don’t want you feel like you have to-- that I have to--”

Her teeth nibble at the bone. He curves into her with a moan, hands clutching at her, dragging blunted nails down her back.

“I don’t,” she breathes, pulling away far enough to see how his pupils are blown, only that thin wire of gold remaining around the eclipse of his eyes. “I want to make you feel good. As good as you felt in me.”

He lets out a shaky laugh, hips bucking against hers as her hand slides along his cock, steady and sure. It’s-- it’s sticky now, some sort of liquid pearling at the slit on its head, but she isn’t disgusted, not in the slightest. Oh no, she smears her palm over it, rubbing it down his shaft, and is rewarded with another moaning laugh.

“If you keep talking like that, none of this is going to last very long,” he warns, words pulled taffy long as he thrusts into her hand.

Her pace stutters. “Do you need it to?”

Six years she’s worked in the clinic, solving every issue from bee stings to pleurisy, but none of them help her here, not when she is feeling as far from clinical as Wilant is from Wistal. She knows the mechanics, how to insert a round peg into a round hole, but these finer details can only be found in a library called experience, a place she has never been.

“Is that better for you?” she worries. “Should I go slower?”

His breath gasps against her shoulder, fingers bushing mindlessly down her back as she lingers on every stroke.

“Anything is good,” he croaks, “just as long as you don’t stop.”

The ache is voice is answered between her legs, pulsing at every hitched breath, at every lost word. But this isn’t about her; it’s about the guttural noises wrenched from his throat, about the way his hands can’t seem to pull her close enough, about the hot breath panting against her neck. It’s about how he took care of her before, laying her back and taking her so sweet, so gentle, and leaving nothing but pleasure behind. He took care of her, and now it’s time for her to take care of him too.

She wants this to last, to bring him to the same dizzying heights as he had brought her, to watch him shatter as he comes--

But oh, her arms are tired. They never mention this in any of Yuzuri’s novels.

“Something wrong?” he grunts, head lifting from the mattress. It’s only then that she realizes she’s slowed, her movement jerky, and-- and--

Well, she can’t imagine it feels good.

“My arm is tired,” she admits, heat flaring over cheeks. He lays a kiss there, muffling a laugh. “I’m not used to this sort of, ah...exercise.”

“Oh,” he croons, finger tracing along her burning triceps. “Your poor scholarly muscles aren’t used to this kind of abuse?”

“No, they aren’t.” She sighs, giving her hand a disappointed glare. “Is there anything else I can do?”

His mouth rounds into a wicked curve. “Oh, I could think of one or two things...”

“Oh!” She blinks. “What is it?”

He laughs, shaking his head, and waves her hands away. “You’re too easy, Miss. And it’s fine, I can finish this. After all, I’ve been doing this myself since--”

“No.”

He stares at her, and she stares back, just as surprised. “I mean, I want to.” She lets out a shaky breath, tracing his vein with her finger. “I want it to be me.”

Obi groans, loud and long. “Alright,” he murmurs, reaching for her. “Alright.”

With no warning at all her word tilts, settling only when she’s on her back, Obi hovering above her. He parts her legs, and oh, the wetness between them floods out, coating the tops of her thighs. She hadn’t known-- hadn’t thought--

His hips settle against her, his cock pressing into her belly, and-- and she knows the moment he feels her, feels how wet he’s made her, because he rounds over, mouth open against the collar of her nightgown, and moans.

“Shirayuki,” he gasps. “Shirayuki, please-- aahh.”

Her hand finds him again, wrapping around his cock, and her other follows, until every inch of him is covered, and the sound he makes when she moves is--

Is short lived.

His mouth presses hard against hers, no longer those hesitant, gentle brushes, but instead tangled tongues and sharp teeth. Her heart pounds, but it’s not the rabbit tattoo fear, but the ravenous drumming of a larger beast, one hand raising not to push him away, but draw him closer.

Her nails drag down his scalp, urging him to take more, to nip at her lips and lick her teeth, and he does, he does, but-- but his hips rock into hers, the base of his cock hitting her just where she needs it, just where she’s been dying for attention, and she whimpers.

He stills against her, and when she opens her eyes-- ah, when did she even close those?-- he’s staring down, jaw slack and eyes dark, and--

And then his hands are on her, one buried in her hair, holding her to his mouth, and the other palming her ass, holding her steady as he grinds into her, keeping pace with how she works him, driving her ever faster, rougher, until she can hear the wet slap of him between her legs and--

And it isn’t fair. This is for him, just for him, and all she can think is how good he felt in her, how good he would feel in her if only he wanted it--

“Shirayuki,” he whimpers, pulling at her lips. “Please, please...”

“Obi.” His name is little more than a whine. “Obi, you have to-- you have to tell me what you want.”

His head shakes buried in her shoulder now, sweat dripping onto her skin. “I can’t, I can’t.”

“Please.” She tangles her fingers in the bristle of his hair, tugging him back until he meets her eyes, desperation plain. “I want to make you feel good.”

His eyes flutter shut, a blush spread across his cheeks, his chest, and all he manages is, “Yes.”

“I want to make you feel good,” she tries again, but oh, his hips are so distracting-- “But I need you to tell me how.”

He groans. “I want--” a hiss breaks through his teeth as she rubs her palm over his head-- “I want to be inside you.”

Her jaw drops. “Oh.”

“Ah, no.” He lets out a pained laugh. “We don’t-- you don’t--”

“No--” her hands drop from him to tangle in the hem of her nightgown-- “please--” she drags it over her head, thighs opening wide for him-- “please put your cock in me.”

He stills above her, jaw slack. “Oh,” he manages. “Alright. Yes.”

She’s still sore from the first time, but she’s so wet he hardly has to do more than push and he’s seated in her. It’s an odd sensation, different than the last, as if she’s tight and worn at the same time, raw and still wanting. He thrusts, breath hissing between his teeth, and oh, yes, that’s what she’s wanted since he pulled from her that first time, to feel him in her again, right where he belongs.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, and then he’s lifting her hips, tilting her just the way she needs for him to be deep inside her, hitting her in a way that’s so perfect, too perfect, he is perfect-- “Fuck, you can’t just-- you can’t tell me that if you want-- If I’m supposed to--”

Oh, she hadn’t...she hadn’t known she was saying that all out loud.

“I want you,” she tells him, little more than a whisper in his ear, rolling in to meet each of his thrusts, her body humming with that elusive static, building with each thrust of his cock in her. “Please, I want you.”

“Haah.” He nips at her collarbone. “You feel much too good for talk like that.”

She grunts, confused, and he presses a sweet kiss to her lips, at odds with the desperate way he’s rolling into her. “If you keep talking like that,” he tells her with a laugh, “I’ll come.”

Something deep within her clenches, and they both moan. “I want you to come,” she tells him. “I want it--”

“Ha-haah,” he puffs, fist clenching in the sheets. “Good, because I-- I can’t-- I’ll pull--”

“No.” Her thighs squeeze tight around his hips, keeping him buried in her, allowing him only the space to keep his rhythm. “Don’t you dare leave me.”

His eyes pulse wide. “But I could-- you might--?”

Words fail him, and he just lays a hand on her stomach, and she knows with a clench of her heart which ones they were, which future he didn’t dare bring into the space between them.

Her hand lays over his even as her hips goad him on. “That wouldn’t-- it wouldn’t be a bad thing.”

“Shirayuki,” he manages, bare moments before he crushes her to him, pumping into her with abandon, saying the most wonderful things in her ear--

And then it’s over, his large body dropping limply over hers, their sweat mingling with their skin.

“Ah.” He rolls to his side, freeing her from his weight. Strangely, she misses it. “You didn’t manage it that time, did you?”

The heat is almost unbearable now that he mentions it, and she squirms against him. “I’m fine. I don’t need to—to come again.”

He gets a wicked look on his face. “Oh, no. This is an easy fix, Miss.”

He kisses his way down her body, and by the time he puts his lips against her cunt she—

“Well,” he laughs when he ears have stopped ringing. “Clearly we have a lot of lost time to make up for.”

Her limbs are limp, languid. “Later,” she promises as he settles beside her. “In the morning.”

His eyes widen even as hers close. “Yeah,” he murmurs as sleep pulls her under. “In the morning.”

#obiyuki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #lemon #my fic #The Daisy Chain #FINALLY IT IS DONE #i meant to have a part after where she's like #obi clearly i'm on something to keep my courses regular #we aren't going to have a baby now #but it just didn't seem to fit in the flow #that's more of a morning conversation where he's like #!!! I DIDN'T PULL OUT WHAT IF BABY???#and her being like buddy come on #there's stuff for that!#i just wanted you to know it wouldn't be a DISASTER if it happened #(and please like she didn't SUDDENLY ask yuzuri what was the best thing for that #after the night they had the sexy ticle fight #like oh no reason just thought it would be a good precaution you know how it is #yuzuri: *watching Obi avoid them like the plague* hm yeah sure okay)

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shitpostsfromtheinvisiblelibrary · 4 years

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Li Ming x Ao Shun with 66? Because like you I also cant stop thinking about them.

“Do not tickle me.” Ao Shun sleepily muttered into his pillow (black silk, obviously). Li Ming stretched and groaned and curled up against his side, reaching for him again and sliding his fingers over Ao Shun’s back to wrap an arm loosely around his hips, pressing his face to the dark hair spilling across the covers.

“That wasn’t the intention.” Li Ming replied, nestling against him, eyes barely half open, intending on allowing himself to slip back to sleep for half an hour more if he could. Maybe an hour, there was nothing too pressing to deal with, and he’d showered before going to bed.

He’d returned late, had a long and very hot shower to work out the aches of travelling, and crawled into the bed that Ao Shun was already occupying, reading underneath the light of a solitary lamp.

He’d been too tired for much more than crawling under the covers on the other side of the bed, his side of the bed if they were in the same world (he always slept closest to the door, a constant protector, even at night), and had been asleep before Ao Shun had even wished him goodnight, or hello for that matter.

“Good morning.” Ao Shun said, now that he was a little more awake, he rubbed sleep out of his eyes and shifted to hold Li Ming and he kissed the top of his hair. “Did you sleep well?”

“Better than I have in weeks.” It was always the same response. He always slept better when he knew that his partner was less than an arms reach away.

The finest beds, thick and plush mattresses of feathers, large enough to fit a half dozen people in it and probably a few pets as well, and they always ended up pressed against each other. Curled around one another, bodies touching, even when it was a hot night, they still would sleep close, fingers brushing when the heat became too much to tolerate. Li Ming may run cold, but Ao Shun ran hot and it quickly became uncomfortable for Li Ming to be wrapped up in what felt like a furnace to him.

Ao Shun smiled. “Good, you were exhausted last night, you work too hard mon etoile.” Li Ming tilted his face up to smile at him with sleep hazed eyes. “Oh… you forgot to wash your eyeliner off. Hold still, I need a picture of this.” Li Ming huffed and rolled away from him, pulling the covers up over his head.

“I am going back to sleep.”

“Lí…” Ao Shun softly said. “My raccoon.” Li Ming sat up and glared at him.

“We are not making this a thing.” He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and grabbed his dressing gown as he got up and padded toward the bathroom on warmed tile floors. “I am not a raccoon, I was just tired.”

“I know you were, love. Come back to bed and there will be no more mention of your resemblance to adorable little creatures.”

“I am taller than you.”

“Barely-there-resemblance. Come back to bed, please.” Li Ming sighed.

“Just because you asked me nicely.”

Lí means raccoon, which is exactly what I needed to find out today and made me do the happy hand flappies

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sirjustice113-blog · 4 years

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nonsense of the day

Dont buy sold duvez from hackers or roadside stall as u promote the swag of other nations like Tz yet they belittle u and pursuits of dignitaries involved of the USA or Germany or UK or Italy, Russia, canada as they are the bed sheets, towels of those who are sick and pis on them or defecated onj them in 1 way or another so they are discarded in lame man eye but the above people like infants shit taken away from napkins and used again is done. Buy new from the shop though expensive, cheap is expensive don’t promote such tricks as the aftermath is making u insane

If u spit saliva on public food it makes u more pretty with squeezed face with tiny lips as faces ya face come close and its known that way

Now u dont even fear, in-fact u can now place coffin in ya house and sleep peacefully without fear not like though previously as the Greek philosopher did the same to increase intelligence, the devil made 1 not hand made like in the link below https://www.google.com/search?q=casket+images+from+china&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwioo-DhoOfoAhVBAmMBHaJ7D1UQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

We saw u eating ginger and skali ngulu or deep fried Nile perch still hot, so they did not change ya mind it was just rudeness, My Lord it was fake Ginger in the market which did not avert the same. Then u drunk much alcohol to give u liver cirrhosis which u knew but fail to get to hospital which killed ya, No my lord, My death was normal, then u provoked people with ya alcoholism as being drunk, my lord i was always silent after that but people would carry u to ya house as important yet i gave u 2 legs to do the same-u must test the furnace a little bit b4 we release ya. Lower the door and let him in u ought to have added much water to say u were treating some illness which truly is treated by such. Made sim-sim makes skull of ya head soft that if 1 hits it, it breaks off easily. Artificial foods should be like 75% off the grown 1, folks let truth runs supreme and categories of such place even in our chain-stores, stop making illicit cash from struggling people with things u just made. The Mbuta was artificial my Lord.

Even seats from the USA find their way into the Africa market as much as stolen smartphone b4 they are refurbished as much as computer either via Mexico or down vent as described below Can take ya to hell, if i aint ya spouse, dont talk into my face pouring the good or bad smell from ya mouth unto my face. It makes u grow big as even with ya penis or head, and at night makes u admire women as it doesn’t make ya sleep. In-fact it makes ya long 4 many women as prostitutes have known this so sending rude men to do that to their male counterpart to facilitate the above. Friend desist!!! Anyway whats the essence makes u arouse all night long and draws people to ya u know why.

If u got much cash from 2goinvoice, in fact u came to see like a flying cartoon of a person with arms out coming to u, it kills if that money u don’t help people with but pride ya self with. The money aint yours and where its coming from u know not so sell all and help the poor as it can take ya to hell

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powertech co alternator generators in the link below, Kenyans if the idea yours sue them then, stop many words

No fuel as alternator Generator makes ya head real big as u have eaten A hero grown rice of Kenya and the same rice placed in dough makes the same gadget bro

Kebi is transforming the normal cars like Xtrail nissan into speed boat, buying the body then place welding plates mounted with wood from below to float removing the wheels to take u to Uganda. Arsenali of Lodwar saying in local dialect “Eneno gima nyathino timo bwana“ as doing the illogical of never thought of.

Nairobi good as is cool, another gimmick for the lazy as Togo blooded men, where they disorient families so u be buried in Town cemetery monitoring ya friend to contribute so they take u to grave with expensive casket which they later exhumed to again use it to bury another even like 5 times until the coffin wears out to be identified is when they buried it with 1 forever looking 4 another newly bought even from SA or Usa. They make money like 5 times i.e 1 coffin of worth $ 5000 they get like 5 times which is 25,000 bucks and they just seat to continue that gene of not wanting poor people and claim they are society guiders

Even if your rural home is sparsely built from another home, they locate that so they can liaise with boma members to do the same above once ya coffin is of high value. Govt should set 1 shop countrywide to avoid that as inventory will prove of exhumed caskets which dubious business men like many Kamba men thrive in people thinking they are hardworking or desist from using posh caskets or resort to the alarm system described above

That why they want many in NAIROBI to facilitate the above hidden agenda. Women take heed, don’t connect such to industrious men, once their plan atrophies let them die in their criminality as they can bring much kids to disturb. Christ with little kids to cement de truth bro . U would rather be mum/dumb as a woman is concerned but to be good in bed more than vice versa as thats what a woman desires most period

The digital temperature shown in the link above can be placed in heavy door handles to identify people since it got decimal places or units even if u got the same Temp like maybe 36 or 34 and like wireless alarm, it can be made that way so u got it at work or anywhere u got when not in ya house or job to know those who tried to open the same door to curb theft and aid in identification as much as with auto-mobiles. Click the link below 4 more

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Ma them them, king of the jew to cement the truth of king of the jew, towa the cooking gas on chopper or drone, hit the coil with lower current not to over-heat to stay 4 long while the cold air becomes super cold mfalme wa yawhudi or worker and vineyard parable to bring out reality.

They rather taking money to Togo as am told, cause it got many pretties so that hustle is a promise to the former. The police or military men many got Togo blood of being rude and wanting to control people as wanting free things even with the mask being sold and covid precautions much part of that money taken to Togo as many dignitaries have realized they have atrophied the American divas so resort to Togo Or Tanzania or Ghana as much as Nigeria

The digital temperature detector 4 security reason can be place in doors with many such detectors as the buld lights in the link below to capture folks from any angle, the hand held 1

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When rich sometimes to get sense, u r left to have ya speed boat or yacht and spend much time in deep waters so u think of capsizing or hole made ya boat sinking, then, who will come to ya Aid, You need God crops in as u cant make it alone or if few meters from the shore not the weak good looking will come to ya Aid but the deemed not pretty to change ya thinking, after helping ya u give them something to teach ya learn to give than get then, suddenly after that they leave u to tell ya also leave them same to being alone in ya plane with maybe women u love after being left alone, now u r grown up and the world looks at ya, if u play the plane kills ya and u leave ya wealth to Dogs to squander. Same to Cd with Aids which many refuted, if u try without u die lest u be on medication. Dont joke with life is the text gotten from above.

Mr Hindu u were left as mediators between African and white and u were not sent to ya country cause at that time Gadgets that makes life movable we did not know how to make so could tantamount to sanctions to even derail u more but now its our own brand, got sense and get back to ya nation period. Or it will be “Piga risasi, ama wapi panga, gol wiye no-oko, behead him like john the baptist” They monitor how much u can make so they came to ya house while they pretend they still hate the poor as their all tricks are now blocked

If u cover ya nose directs ya that u need to take shower in the morning as staying not taken shower in the early morning attracts women and can take ya to hell as u disturbed many hearts of a women without giving them love which they needed the most and it make the next person near u wide and short or small in height as previous of his height. Buy with ya it make ya somehow tall as same with humid less circulating lands like in Wichita Kansas with less oxygen concentration out of much grown sunflower, wheat or maize.

In the grave safety alarm enabled system the above switched can be used mounted on a long rod to reach the floor of the 2nd slab that cover the coffin where it has spring, to open it u must held unto it lest the spring pushed the switch up to break the circuit as the upper slab to the next vacuum that harbors the siren alarm system. The same applies to even with all ya house window and doors as the switches can be connected in parallel way so if u switch on 1 or any connects the siren circuit as maximum security or if glass broken it sounds like the car alarm system placed or u incorporated the armored glass with the push-pull switch described below.

Notes are taken 4 those ladies still held with bad people in the society liaising with them championing hooliganism. Dont get me in a bind dude, aint championing machete cutting elimination but abiding by reality dude

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The local girls are now pretty but they are connected to dignitaries so folks leave them alone cause it can derail ya, u know dude!!! While negro counterpart want to associate ya to bad character people who r of no help to ya but want from ya that way, so people leave them alone, blessing in disguise or let them be prostitutes. KEBI is dancing as if his girlfriend is preparing green-grams or stew beans to be eaten with rice or chapati at night in the song link below

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Dont worry with ya tricks and hunger, we now got our own decoder per every nation, so convince ya people to leave foreign ones like DStv and get that bouquet they pay stop resorting to open gimmicks. Jesus with division and lost coin parable to bring reality but with chwa seed i got the idea on mfalme wa yawhodi as he was bear chested women investigating to show the public he got sports or not as Aid symptoms or kichwa ngumu as being rude with king of jew to bring reality. U just inter-related the bible saying and u came up with truth.

Images of wind turbine connected to inverter or step up/down transformers and solar charger controller to the above inverter like in the link below

https://www.motherearthnews.com/renewable-energy/wind-energy/diy-wind-turbine-zm0z17amz

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legion1993 · 5 years

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December 22nd

A/N: this is for the 12 days of christmas challenge brought to us by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing & @like-a-bag-of-potatoes … enjoy ladies!

pairing: Jensen x reader

prompt: cuddle for warmth

summery: surprise!

12 days masterlist

warmth it comes in many forms, the most convenient form of heat in winter is the heat in your home. especially on a cold winter night.

it happened out of the blue, it was the worst snow storm in centuries the town got dumped on it over night, but what was worse you were trapped inside your boyfriends place with your boyfriend thank god.

but not so thankful cause today was supposed to be grocery shopping day.

Y/N: “baby it was supposed to be shopping day...”

Jensen: “think about it this way you can parade around in my muscle shirt all day...”

Y/N: “thats about the only good thing about this... i mean we are already snowed in whats the worst that can happen.”

thats when you spoke too soon there was a loud crash... but the power was still on... you and Jensen went down into the basement and there was a cold snap down there i mean it didnt help that neither of you were dressed proper.

Jensen: “damn i think the furnace just went. i guess its cold inside and out. as long as the power doesnt go out we are good. come on baby lets go curl up and have a supernatural marathon.”

you took off ahead of jensen, it was his favorite thing to do was play tag with you... it was mostly you would start running and he would give you about 5 seconds before he would start after you.

you made it to the top of the stairs before jensen almost caught you. but you rounded the corner before he could and with a squeal of delight you kept running.

Jensen: “when i catch you... we will establish what kind of fun is appropriate for this type of weather trap...”

Y/n: “yes but you have to catch me first babe...”

Jensen just ran faster but you ended up trapping yourself in a corner, Jensen stood there shirtless and in his boxers but none the less it made you pant...

Jensen: “ah you have cornered yourself. what you gonna do now babe?”

Y/N: “if you want to show me what kind of fun is acceptable your gonna have to fight me.”

Jensen: “babe you know that training time isnt for another few hours right...”

you put your hands on your hips and just stared at him.

Y/N: “you realize that we have all day... and that we cant go anywhere right...”

Jensen: “fine but we are putting on Supernatural before hand so we can have something going in the background.”

you hit the button on the remote and your tv came on, this is why you guys had taken every single episode of Supernatural and transfered them from disc to your tv... you hit play on the pilot.

as it started you and Jensen circled a bit. but that was only the fun part.. it wasnt until you guys lunged at eachother that the power went out. you instead crashed into eachother.

Jensen: “well power’s out... i guess all we have to do is sit and cuddle.”

Y/N: “can the cuddling involve you singing to me... Jay you know how i feel about being cooped up.. especially since i had some news i was gonna share during shopping...”

Jensen: “how bout we grab one of those spare blankets, and ill build a fire in the fireplace. we have a cuddle session on the carpet by the fire.”

you went and grabbed the blanket from the closet while Jensen built the fire. coming back you shivered, it was dark cold and to top it off you guys couldnt leave...

you got back to Jensen and stood there as he finished building the fire. Jensen turned to see you standing there shivering.

Jensen: “you have this look in your eyes babe. are you okay...”

Y/N: “that was the surprise but i guess now i can reveal it. remember how i had that doctors appointment last week while you were filming... it was a check up, a physical including blood work and a urine sample... the doctor had me wait there while the results came back...”

Jensen patted the ground for you to come in and cuddle into him his body heat making you shake a bit but you continued to speak.

Jensen: “baby your shaking more than normal...”

Y/N: “the results came back and it made me a little shocked when she told me what the results were now i know we hadnt even discussed this at all but ill understand if you dont even want to go near me again. but baby its a christmas miracle. merry christmas baby we are pregnant.”

Jensen didnt say anything right away, instead he kissed you passionately.

Jensen: “marry me Y/N? marry me and this baby will have 2 legally married parents..”

You nod and the kissing continues before you both just cuddle together talking about details for the baby and the wedding now to come!

#kari and ida's 12 days of christmas

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