#I actually have a t-shirt from a time I went to a protest | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

deadsetobsessions · 2 months

Text

“DIDJA SEE THAT, DANNY?!” Tim, a scrawny eleven year old now, excitedly smacked Danny’s arm.

“Ow. Yes, yes I did.”

“Oh, gosh, I have to tell Jazz about this!!” The kid waved his arms about wildly, grinning from ear to ear.

“Jaso- I mean, Robin, smiled at me! And said he liked my t-shirt!! Oh my god, he likes literature puns, he even laughed! And then he punched the bad guy in the face! Look! I even saved the tooth!”

“Okayyy, nope!” Danny plucked the tooth and tossed it, ignoring Tim’s betrayed face. “I’ll trade you that for this.”

Danny Held out a piece of paper with Robin’s and Batman’s sigil on it, from when he asked them to sign it after they “saved” the two brothers from the two-bit thugs trying to mug them.

“Oh. My. God. This is like the best day of my life!! I love you, Danny! You’re the best brother ever!! Oh my god! I have to get Nightwing’s signature!!!”

Danny felt a rush of warmth at Tim’s proclamation of affection. Ah, he should probably step in.

“Hey, wait, no, we’re not going to Blüdhaven for you to stalk another vigilante.”

“It’s not just any old vigilante-!” Tim ignored Danny’s dramatic clutching-pearls gesture of mock hurt. “It’s Nightwing. The original Robin! He gave me my first ever hug!”

Danny paused. God dammit.

“…Fine.”

“YESSSSSS!!!!”

——

Danny-

“I’m gonna be Robin whether you want me to or not!”

-is so damn tired.

“Tim. I’m literally a vigilante ghost. What makes you think I’d be stupid enough to argue with a kid who runs around Gotham at night to take pictures of other vigilantes?”

Tim deflated. “Oh. Honestly, I thought you’d put up more of a fight…”

Jazz laughed and ruffled Tim’s hair. “I definitely couldn’t stop Danny when he went out. He trusted me to support him and I trusted him to come to me if he was injured, though. Can you promise me that, Tim?”

“Yeah… okay, Jazz, I promise.” Tim promised, even if he was still pouty.

Danny chimed in.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m totally worried and I’m gonna hover like a mother hen when you go out, but again, I know how stubborn and crazy we vigilante types have to be.” Danny paused. “Do you want me to put up a token protest?”

Tim nodded, sulking. “Yes, please. I had a speech planned out.”

Jazz and Danny exchanged amused glances.

“Oh, okay, my bad, kiddo. Here, let’s start from the top.”

“Okay. Ahem,” Tim straightened his back, settling into his previous mulish expression once more. “I’m gonna be Robin whether you want me to or not!”

Danny placed an appropriately disapproving frown on his face. “No, you can’t! It’s dangerous! You could get hurt! You’re just a child!”

Tim launched into his speech. “But I can’t stay still and do nothing when people are getting hurt! Even…!”

They were gonna be here for a while. There was definitely something about Batman going on a spiral because Jason wouldn’t be able to walk again after the Joker got to him. Danny wondered if ectoplasm could help. He might offer, if it actually had a change of getting Tim out of the vigilante business.

But that’s for later, because they had time. Jazz was on Spring Break… and they’re still staying here for free, after all of these years.

“So, how are you going to convince Robin to let you be Robin?” Jazz asked Tim.

Tim froze. “I… hadn’t thought of that yet.”

“Well, you could always remind him of the fact that we saved him from the Joker. He seemed pretty ready to leave the Robin mantle, the last time I saw him as Phantom.”

“I don’t want to blackmail him into it!” Tim whined.

“It’ll just be a suggestion, Tim.” Jazz smiled patiently.

“Besides,” Danny continued, smirking mischievously at his adopted little brother. “If you were actually blackmailing him, you’d pull out the photos where he ate dirt.”

“I guess that’s true…” Tim mumbled. “I know! I’ll have to follow them to see how I can best approach him!”

"I think that's called stalking," Jazz deadpanned.

"Well, it's not any worse than what he's already done." Danny shrugged at his older sister. "Sure, kid. Why not? Do whatever you want."

"I was planning to!" Tim bounced off to grab his photography gear. Jazz stared off after him.

"Should we be encouraging that?"

"More like can we actually stop him?" Danny leaned back, lazily completing his GED assignments. Jazz sighed.

"Guess not. Make sure he doesn't get in trouble."

"Do you even know how hard that is, Jazz?" Danny complained, dodging the whack Jazz sent at the back of his head. She smirked at him.

"Womp, womp, Danny. How does karma taste today?"

Danny flipped her off as he put the last punctuation on the paper. He heard a clatter and groaned.

“I’m gonna go watch Tim stalk Batman for the night. Want anything from the store?”

Jazz hummed. “Get me the specialty strawberry ice cream, from that one place?”

“The one that’s definitely a front for Falcone’s money laundering??”

“Yeah. They make good strawberry ice cream.”

“Sure.”

Danny went ghost and flew straight through the walls to catch Tim sneaking out by the scruff of his collar.

“No. Bad Tim.”

“Awww, come on Danny!”

#danny phantom #batman #tim drake #bruce wayne #jason todd #dc x dp #dick grayson #nightwing #bamf danny phantom #dcxdp #dpxdc #Tim is a fanboy above all fanboys #Jason is just straight up not having a good time #baby Jason would totally giggle with a kid and punch a grown man in the face right after #jazz: oh how the tables have tabled #jazz Fenton #Danny Fenton #squatter! danny fenton

2K notes · View notes

gi4hao · 16 days

Text

�� in which a bag of groceries make seungkwan measure the extent of your love

☆ seungkwan x gn!reader — cw: food, seungkwan’s tits are out (._.)

there’s a tension growing in your upper back from carrying so many grocery bags on your own. giving yourself a quick shoulder rub, you make your way to your bedroom whose door is still shut.

carefully opening it, you’re relieved to see it’s still pitch black inside; you’ve apparently been quiet enough not to wake seungkwan up. or at least you have been until now:

“hey sunshine”, his drowsy voice greets you from the bed. in the dark, you can barely make out his arms stretching over his head. “where were you? what time is it?”

he leans to the side to turn on your bedside lamp; the sight of his messy hair and sleepy eyes make your heart swoon just a little.

“10 am. i went grocery shopping, figured the supermarket would be less crowded in the morning”, you reply, sitting next to him.

and you were right, there was practically no one in the aisles today; which was more than welcome considering you had to buy enough groceries to feed all twelve members’ stomachs tonight.

“you should have woken me up!” seungkwan protests, but the way his eyes are still struggling with adjusting to the light proves how much he needed to sleep in. “…did you find everything you wanted?” he asks, lifting one end of the covers to invite you in.

you nod as you happily snuggle against his bare chest, something that might be due to the fact that most of his comfy t-shirts are hidden away on your side of the closet.

“i bought some peanut butter for the cookies, of course i’ll also make regular ones for vernon”, you start explaining, trying to remember the items in your bags: “some paper towels too. i also got some mangos to make those smoothies cheol told me about. oh and i found jun’s shampoo! the one that was sold out everywhere! he asked for two bottles just in case.”

cheek pressed against his skin, you can’t really see his smile growing a bit more with every sentence. but something about the way his fingers start to gently rub your scalp lets you know how grateful he’s feeling.

because not only have you made active efforts to remember these little details about the people he loves, you’ve made them happily and willingly. as if loving him and loving the people he cares about naturally came hand in hand to you.

“i think it’s about time i start gatekeeping you”, he eventually blurts out, bringing the covers up to your nose. “i’ll call the guys, tell them tonight is cancelled. i’m never letting you out in the world again.”

a bashful smile tugging on your lips, you prop yourself up on an elbow to look at him: “you can’t do that. you love showing me off too much. besides, we can’t rob the world of our insane chemistry.”

your words draw a chuckle out of him, because not even him and his usual wittiness can’t deny what you just said.

“i love you”, he simply replies, his fingertips lightly scratching the back of your neck.

you’ve been hearing these three words on a regular basis for the past couple of years, yet you’re still unable to suppress the giddiness in your eyes.

“i’m glad you do… because i paid the groceries with your credit card”, you reply teasingly, but it doesn’t take more than a few seconds before you add a sincere: “i love you too.”

basking in the intimacy of your old lamp’s yellowish hues, he leans forward to leave a delicate kiss on your lips, your breaths intertwining as his hand lays a bit flatter on your neck.

his smile echoes on your face when you finally break the kiss, as you watch him readjust his position to rest more comfortably on the pillow.

“you know, i might not actually gatekeep you forever… but i’m gonna borrow your freedom for one more hour”, he says, arms keeping you close to him, “i’m not ready to start the day yet.”

and for the next hour, neither of you can find their way back to sleep. instead, the room fills with waves of mundane conversations, laughter and soft kisses, reflecting the simple happiness of knowing you found the right person to spend a lifetime of mornings with.

#yes shirtless seungkwan was purely self indulgent #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen drabbles #seungkwan x reader #seungkwan fluff #seungkwan drabbles #seventeen imagines

240 notes · View notes

gojou-violin · 11 months

Text

let's go for a ride

| pairing: sports biker!choso x backpack!gn!reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. sub!choso. begging/pleading. sexual acts on a motorcycle. palming? friction? HOW DO YOU WORD THAT??? um. don't actually do anything like this please.

| summary: choso loves to go riding with you, even though your hands like to wander from time to time.

| wc: 1.9k

| taglist: @aylitgirl , @ifeelsofilthy , @preciousamethyst , @justanotherpasserby , @lyteatus , @unknownspecies , @tojishugetiddies , @diorsbrando , @thisbicc , @bakugosgorl , @buerriberry

| a/n: i've been searching day and night for the vid that inspo'd this but i think tiktok took it down cuz the backpacker was deadass getting the biker off on camera, soooooo- anyhow. be safe on the roads, esp. on a bike. thanks.

Whenever Choso got bored, he'd throw on his textured black pants, a t-shirt, his favorite red sweatshirt that he used specifically for riding, and he'd grab his helmet. Most times, if you were around, he'd ask if you wanted to go for a ride. If you were out, he'd text you to ask where he could pick you up.

Before you started dating, Choso didn't really see the appeal of backpacks. He thought couples like that were actually kind of cringey. But when the two of you started dating and you expressed an interest in riding with him, he went out to make sure you got good clothing for it, bought you the perfect helmet for your birthday-- With gloves to match, of course-- and he started taking you out riding with him. It was something about the way you held onto him. When he was alone, riding had been about simply getting from point A to point B, and being on a fast sports motorcycle was just a lovely perk that he could show off. With you on the bike with him, however, it was about having fun with you. He got to show you all of his favorite places in the city. He got to go as fast as he wanted on roads that were in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, and he got to focus on you and how much you loved it. He knew that you enjoyed something whenever you'd squeeze him. It was an unconscious decision you made every time something caught your eye, and it always made him smile beneath his helmet. He'd take one of his hands off the handle bars to grab your hands that were squeezing tight onto the front of his sweatshirt, and he'd acknowledge you and what you loved by squeezing back.

Choso tried to never ride alone since then.

When he asked you to drop what you were doing to go for a ride with him, you didn't protest. A couple of minutes of changing was all it took before you were off together... He smiled beneath his helmet when your arms wrapped around his torso as the light turned green and he sped off, he laughed when your helmet accidentally banged against his when he came to a sudden stop, and he smacked your hand away when you tried to hit the kill switch at the next red light just to fuck with him. You had a habit of doing that. One second he'd be enjoying his calm ride with you, the next you'd be flicking his visor down over his eyes, poking his stomach, or pulling the velcro strap of his gloves loose so that he had to readjust them. It was the type of thing cringey backpacks did. He used to hate when other people did that. But, oddly enough, he loved it when you did it.

As you two pulled onto an empty road that he usually liked speeding down due to the lack of other cars and cops, he hit the engine hard enough to make it rumble, and suddenly you were speeding so fast the wind could be heard through your helmet and the music you were listening to. You changed the song to something more upbeat for him. He tapped your hand as a thank you, and his head started nodding along to the beat.

You laughed and hugged him tighter. He was adorable when he was out riding. His head was always lost in the clouds to the point that it seemed like the world didn't exist around him so he could do whatever he wanted and no one, especially you, would dare to judge him. Choso looked like the scary type of biker. Most people looked at sports bikers and Harley riders as the same kind-- Which, truth be told, Harley riders weren't scary either, people just viewed them as tough sons of bitches who'd pull up with weapons whenever they got angry, which was hardly ever the case-- but sports riders were especially funny and loveable kinds of people. You'd met so many over the dozens of rides you'd been on with Choso, and not once had you met a bad biker. Choso was no exception. He looked scary because of his tall build, deep voice, and the tattoos littered around his body, but underneath all of that he was a loveable teddy bear that did anything and everything for you.

At home, he was the type of guy to be on his knees for you, staring up at you with pleading eyes, drool dripping down his chin, whimpers coming from his throat, and he'd spend hours obeying your every command. "Don't cum." He'd nod obediently. "Make me cum." He'd use his mouth, his fingers, his cock-- Anything you wanted. "You've been a good boy... You can cum now." And he'd moan out as he'd finally let go with a thousand thank yous falling off his lips.

When it was the two of you riding alone, Choso was still like that. Beneath his mask, you could tell whenever he'd get flustered because of your touches, even though they were innocent most the time. Sometimes they weren't so innocent. When you were alone, it was easy to let your hands... wander...

As the song changed again, your hands ventured along his sweatshirt, grabbing at it and gently digging your thumbs into the places you knew he was always sore at. He rolled his head slightly. His back was relaxing so easily, which allowed you to pinch gently at his shoulders to manipulate the muscles a bit more. One of his hands came around to your thigh, his gloved hand squeezing gently. You smirked and decided to move your hands lower on his body, trailing down his front to his thick thighs that were vibrating thanks to the engine. The speed slowed only slightly. His grip on your thigh tightened. You had him right where you wanted him, poor thing. Unfortunately, for this ride, the two of you opted to listen to music instead of calling each other so that you could talk, which meant that you couldn't hear him whine, and he couldn't hear you tease him with, "That feel good, baby?" You were almost inclined to call him to remedy the situation, but you wanted him to focus on the road, not him trying to answer your call with Siri who could be so difficult to communicate with on fast rides.

You slowly ran your palms up and down this thighs until you felt the fabric of his pants tightening somewhat. A smirk grew on your face. He was so easy to get to, you loved teasing him about it, but... Fuck... Touching him while riding was something else because it barely took massaging his shoulders and touching his thighs to get him hard. Again, the speed of the bike slowed a bit. Your hands moved in towards his erection, running over it to get a reaction out of him-- Which you certainly did. His head fell forward somewhat, and you saw his chest move so fast you knew that he'd let out a desperate gasp. Slowly, you groped him. Again, he panted. Your thumb drifted back and forth, you gave another few squeezes, then you went back to running your entire palms over him again and again and again. You knew that the friction had to be doing something. It wasn't anything like touching him directly, you knew that, but he was reacting all the same with his grip tightening on the handle bars and your thigh, and his head was having trouble staying up.

Choso suddenly tapped your leg a dozen times at a quick pace. You let up. Your hands returned to his chest, and he let out a long, heavy sigh. He had been at the edge and wanted to warn you like a good boy. Surely you'd have to reward him for that later.

The end of the road came with a stop sign so that Choso had to decide whether he wanted to go left or right. As he came to a stop and his feet hit the ground, he lifted his visor to look back you over his shoulder, both of his hands immediately reaching back for your thighs that he clung desperately to. You could see beneath his helmet that he was a bright color of red. And then your phone started ringing. "Call from Choso Kamo. Call from Cho--" You told Siri to answer, and within an instant, you heard him panting in your ear, a slight whimper escaping him.

"Yes?" you teased innocently.

Through a broken moan, he pleaded with you, "P-Please... Please..."

"Please what, baby?"

He grabbed your thighs roughly. "Please may I cum?"

You laughed and groped his chest, teasing his nipples through all the layers he put on for safety. Again, he whined.

"You wanna cum in your pants, baby? Out here? Where anyone could see you?"

Choso looked both left and right then behind. There was no one around. There wouldn't be anyone. You two were about thirty minutes away from any main road, the only people that ventured out there were speeders like him and truck drivers. Since you hadn't seen anyone else yet, it was safe to assume that you'd be alone for the ride back to the main road-- And if Choso was eager enough to get home soon, he could make the forty minute drive become thirty or just under that.

"Please," he begged.

You nodded vaguely, your hands returning to his hard-on that must have been so miserable trapped under those tight pants. "You can cum, baby, just be careful, okay?"

He nodded with you, revving the engine to gain some momentum before turning around on the road to head home. You were honestly glad that the stop sign came when it did because you were happy to finally hear Choso moaning in your ear as you played with him as fast as you could to get him to the edge. He was careful-- Both of you were. It wasn't like this was the first time you'd done something like this, and it wasn't like you were willing to put yourselves or anyone else in danger. If Choso was worried about handling the bike, you would have stopped; and if there was anyone around, both of you would have put an end to it-- Yes, because people didn't need to see something like that while out on the road, but also because it could have been dangerous. The two of you weren't idiots. But the stars aligned to give you the perfect set of circumstances so that you could get away with it that afternoon: The weather was good, there was no one around, Choso had enough energy to still focus on the road while you got him closer, closer, closer--

"I'm gonna cum..."

You kept up your momentum. "Cum for me."

And with the most blissful moan you'd ever heard, Choso's thighs shook against the motorcycle, his back pressed up against your chest some more, his head lowered slightly, the bike glided without any input from the engine, and Choso came.

"Such a good boy for me," you cooed into his ears.

He whimpered. "Thank you... Fuck, thank you... Thank you..."

Slowly, your hands retreated so that you could inspect the damage: They were only slightly wet, but it'd be fine. Choso on the other hand, he laughed and told you that he'd completely ruined his pants. You laughed back and told him that it was what he wanted, to which he went silent and you could tell that he was blushing again.

#op #fanfic #choso #jjk #choso kamo #choso fanfic #choso smut #choso kamo fanfic #choso kamo smut #jjk fanfic #jjk smut

837 notes · View notes

pengweng-quack · 2 months

Text

How Nanami Cares for You

Nanami Kento x Reader (uses second person)

Summary: Three times you’ve caught Nanami, the coldest, most stoic person you’ve met, care for you

Notes:

Another for Nanami :DD yay

I quite like this one actually

Leave a like or comment if you enjoyed this too (or don't, it's your choice)

Word Count: 1974 words

Masterlist

You and Nanami were both at a bus stop, waiting for a bus so you can both go home. It was a bit past 5pm but the day has been dragged long enough that you want nothing more already than to just go home to your pets. The stop was filled with people, a lot of them also in the same situation as you two were, tired and worn out from a day of working.

“How was work?” You asked him, right as a bus pull up to the stop

Almost everyone in the bus stop was rushing to get in, and you were almost certain that you were gonna be forced to wait for another bus to come instead of dealing with the amount of people that were all wanting the same thing as you.

You felt a hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you along that person as they get in the bus. It was happening all too fast, if it weren’t for you being able to grab onto the bus’s door handle, the amount of people pushing to get in was quick to almost get you off balance. Nanami looked back at you, his hand extended directly to where your wrist was being pulled, giving you the answer on who was holding your wrist. You quickly pulled yourself in the bus, grabbing onto the nearest handle for support and balance.

“Are you alright?” Nanami asked as you fix your stance, preparing for the bus to move

“Yeah, thanks for doing that.” You said quietly, thankful that someone like Nanami was there with you to help you be home early to your pets

You’ve been sick in bed for the past few days now, your sickness doing the worst on you. You felt bad for your pets as you have not been able to play with them nor give them attention in fear of getting them sick as well. You hated doing this and interrupting your neighbor’s limited free days but he was the only one that you had the number that was nearby

You rang his number, the repeating tone of the ringing sound echoing in your mind. It took only three rings for him to answer the call, greeting you with his usual stoic tone.

“Hey, Nanami.” You mustered, coughing just as you finished the sentence

“Is everything alright?” He asked, and you were certain to be getting to the stage of being delusional when being sick because he sounded concerned

“I know it’s your off day and you’d like to—” Another round of your coughs interrupted your request “—sorry ‘bout that, but I was wondering if you could walk the dogs? I’m willing to pay you for it to make up. They really need their walks already.”

“I’ll be there in 5.” He said, you weren’t fast enough to protest, to give yourself a bit more time to prepare as you didn’t want anyone to see you in the state that you were now

You quickly stood up, picking up the tissues scattered all over the place and placing them inside a plastic bag nearby the bed for you to use later. And just as you had finished trying to make yourself look presentable, you heard Nanami knock on your door.

You rushed to open the door fast, the dogs excited to welcome the guest coming. Nanami was there, wearing a plain blue shirt with some grey sweatpants and a mask on his face. You waved a little to him and motioned for him to come in

“I’m sorry I didn’t get to make the apartment the most presentable I could.” You started, though he was quick to shush you as he grabs the dog leashes for the dogs

“You’re sick, I don’t think being presentable should be your concern currently.” Nanami said, working on fixing the dogs’ leashes

“Stay here and get yourself some rest. I’ll be back in 30 minutes.” Nanami instructed before him and the dogs went out and the door was closed with a ‘thud’

You just laid down in your bed, scrolling though your phone mindlessly. Not noticing you fell asleep; you woke up a few hours later. There were no signs of Nanami in the apartment, but the dogs were all sleeping in their respective beds. A bowl and some medicines were on your nightstand, with notes next to it.

‘Rest yourself. I’ll come back with your medicines -Around 4pm’

‘You were in a deep slumber so I’ll just leave them here -5:40pm’

‘I checked your temperature; it has probably gone lower than how it was earlier but I’ll still check in tomorrow to make sure -6:30pm’

You decided to call it a day and rest, despite getting some earlier. You decided to change into more thicker clothes because for some odd reasons, your room keeps getting cold even if there were no fans or AC turned on. As you get to bed, you were shivering from the temperature. Wrapping the blanket, you hoped you wouldn’t wake up with the same situation as you had falling asleep.

It was very late at night when you woke up shivering like crazy, you were certain that your temperature increased and that your sickness was getting worse. Your head was pounding and you were tearing up from all of the symptoms going all at once. Grabbing your phone, despite your eyes being shut, you dialed the recent person you called, Nanami.

“Nanami,” You cried weakly. You didn’t know if he actually answered your call, you were desperate. You know you needed to go to the hospital for a more professional diagnosis than what you or Kento knows.

“Is everything alright, Y/N?” Nanami answered, you were certain that he woke up from your call. Your chest was suddenly tightening, forcing you to sit up and hold your hand to your chest in pain

“Hospital.” You wheezed out, clutching your chest and hissing from the pain “Please.”

“I’m on my way.” Nanami answered, though he didn’t end the call

“What are you feeling?” He asked, you can hear him shuffling around his place

“Headache, chest pain, cold— very cold, and my entire vision is spinning right now. Also, stuffy nose.” You tried to explain, clutching your chest in pain “I did what you said, I don’t know what’s happening.”

You started to tear up a bit, the pain was overwhelming and you couldn’t go try and phase the pain out, not when almost every part of your body was in some sort of pain.

“Are you struggling to breathe right now?” Nanami asked as you hear him close a door

“Yeah, stuffy nose,” You answered

“I’ll be there very soon.” Nanami eased, you could hear footsteps from his end “Just stay in bed and wait for me. Can you do that for me?”

As you were to answer, you started coughing. It was painful, your chest was aching as your coughs was ongoing. You heard Nanami curse and the footsteps go faster. He was running, all because your body decided to drop this on you all at once. All of your symptoms were overwhelming you and it was making you have the urge to throw up from the pain.

The phone call with Nanami ended as you heard the door opening. There he was, in his sleepwear with a mask on. Closing the door, Nanami rushed to where you are and rested his hand on your forehead. He sat down next to you and allowed you to rest your body unto his. You eased up to his touch because he was very warm.

“You drank the medicines, and had something to eat. Mind if I check your temperature?” Nanami asked, grabbing the thermometer by the bedside table next to the empty bowl. You only nodded in reply, not having any energy to speak

“If it’s higher than 39 degrees, can you please help me to the hospital?” You asked weakly, watching as he nods in response before inserting the thermometer in your mouth

It was a quiet minute, Nanami’s eyes were on the thermometer in your mouth as you lay your head on his shoulders. If it weren’t for the beeping of the thermometer, you would have fallen asleep already. His presence was warm and comforting, and you were thankful that he had the patience to do this for you in the middle of the night.

“It’s not 39 degrees but I suggest that we still go to the hospital.” Nanami concluded, pulling the thermometer out of your mouth

“I’m sorry you had to wake up for this—

“Y/N, it’s perfectly alright.” He assured you, resting his hand on your shoulder

You were either going delusional from the sickness, but you could have sworn that you heard Nanami whisper something along the lines of “how he enjoys taking care of you”. You just ignored that thought and allowed him to take control, helping you out in getting to the hospital

You were on the same elevator ride as Nanami on your way to your respected apartments. It was a Friday and you were glad that you get to lounge around for the weekend, catch up on some sleep, and do something unrelated to work.

“How do you enjoy your drinks?” Nanami suddenly asked, catching you off guard

“I usually don’t mind anything; I just lean towards sweeter beverages when ordering for myself.” You answered, not having thought properly about your response

“Why’d you ask?” You asked him, just before the elevator door opened. Nanami only looked at you with a small smile before walking out, leaving your question unanswered

You decided to shrug it off and just make your way to your apartment, ready to finally start your 2-day rest from the world. Nanami’s sudden question and lack of answer from your question plaguing your mind, it was weird that he would suddenly ask that and dodge your question in exchange.

You decided to just try and remove it off your mind, playing a movie to keep your mind occupied and away from thinking of Nanami’s unusual behavior. You were watching the credits of the second movie when there was a knock on the door, getting you to stand up and see who it was.

Opening the door, you saw Nanami with a cup of coffee on his hand and a slice of blueberry cheesecake on the other. He was in his work suit, his khaki suit and a blue polo underneath with a patterned tie, looking rather handsome in front of you right now. You only looked at him with a confused face, still not getting what he wants to imply with his actions.

“I was called in to work.” Nanami only replied to your confused expression

“I’m still not getting the other parts.” You said back, your eyes making its way on the coffee and cake

“I don’t want to miss the opportunity either to ask you out on a date.” He said back, offering the coffee and cake to you. You quickly accepted it, before looking back at him, wanting to know more

“May I have the opportunity to take you on a date this Saturday?” Nanami asked, flashing a smile at you.

Something so rare, yet so beautiful of a sight. You knew that Nanami was a stoic man, it was rare to see him show some sort of smile, always seeing a serious look on his face during your every encounter.

Thinking of it, Nanami rarely showed his emotions through face. But his actions, and how he’s always treated you was an answer that was more than enough to express what he’s always felt for you.

So, you made up your mind for an answer that you were sure to satisfy both you and Nanami

“I’ll be waiting.”

#nanami x you #jjk nanami #jujutsu nanami #nanami kento #kento nanami #nanami x reader #kento #jujutsu kaisen #jjk kento #kento x y/n #kento x reader #jujutsu kaisen nanami

96 notes · View notes

saintwyfe · 1 year

Text

࿐ ˚ . ✦ STAY THE NIGHT? jude bellingham

summary. when you're just not ready for your bf to leave yet

cw. aggressive reader smh fluff

word count. 819

your dry eyes exclusively stared at the bright, white screen in the middle of your dim bedroom. you were bundled up in heaps of blankets alongside your boyfriend, jude, who’d also lent his arm around your neck and snuggled away. there was a spot on his chest left warm from the imprint of your cheek, marinating on it for an hour or so. the fluorescent blue light of the tv screen was slowly burning your eyes, but being preoccupied with the movie in front of you, you could truly care less.

along the movie, you felt your boyfriend fidgeting next to you, shuffling his legs, adjusting the hem of his t-shirt, and tapping his phone every now and again. you didn’t pay much mind to it when it first began, but now it was becoming a little repetitive. he hadn’t been giggling like he typically would, either, which drew worry within you.

your head drifted from the movie in front of you as you stole a glance at the boy who’d once again quickly clicked the power button on his phone.

"you okay?" you asked out of concern. you trusted he wasn’t being sneaky—if anything, maybe he was uncomfortable.

he swiftly cleared his throat, "yeah, i’m good." your eyes peered upon his stoic appearance while he attempted to seem preoccupied, squinting at the tv screen with his arms crossed in a formal demeanor.

"i actually," he paused, taking a second to (once again) peep at his phone, "think it’s getting pretty late." he shifted himself onto the headboard of your bed.

"what? we’re already so far into the movie—just stay for however long there is left," you protested, stationing your body upright as you watched his turned back begin to face you.

"listen, princess, i really have to get up early for training tomorrow. you can finish the rest without me, right?" he cooed in a sweet, drowsy tone while lowering himself to cup your cheek.

you frowned, gazing into his eyes. you took the opportunity to grasp the big hand fixed on your cheek, stroking it, as you two shared a few seconds of physical affection.

"do you really have to go?" you batted your eyelashes at him, anticipating that somehow your innocent gape would stir him back into bed.

he sighs. his head scans the ceiling of your room for a second before returning his gaze to you. you can sense that there was contemplation emanating from him, weighing the consequences of either spending the night or going home.

"last time i stayed the night, i was an hour late to practice," he says, pinching your cheek before grabbing the hoodie laying on the corner of your bed and flinging it over his head.

"i got into so much trouble too. i promise i’ll stay longer next time, but i really have to go." he continued, adjusting the collar of his hoodie, which draped so nicely on his broad frame.

as much as you hated to admit it, he was right. for whatever reason, every time he stayed the night, it just so happened that his alarm didn’t seem to go off. you two would be an hour into cuddling before he darts up and realizes that practice started 45 minutes ago.

you took the opportunity to sit on the edge of the bed as he fiddled with the hood of his sweater. you stood silent for a second, watching him before his departure.

"well, at least hug me before you go," you plead, tilting your head among the boy perched in front of you.

he let out a soft chuckle as he approached you with open arms. the fabric of his sweater etched across your cheek as you pulled him closer in your embrace, hugging him tighter.

wrapping your legs around him, you had the bright idea of keeping him home a little longer.

"you’re not going anywhere," you muffled into his clothed chest, sinking back into the bed with him still bound to your arms.

"y/n—" he cried, startled by the extent to which you went to keep him for the night.

"you’re so heavy," you mumbled under him. he chuckled in the crook of your neck before pulling himself from above you, though he didn’t fully plunk his weight on you. (😔)

"gosh, you really want me to stay the night that bad?" he teased, mounting himself between your legs. instinctively, you swathed your legs around his thighs once more.

"mhm," you nodded, dragging your bottom lip between your teeth.

"and, if you try to leave again, you’re dead, okay?" you declared before your boyfriend chuckled, bending down to peck your cheek.

"got it, ma’am" he hummed in agreement.

"but, if i'm late again, i swear—"

"shush, you're not going to be late, promise." you cut him off, knowing fully well it was destined to happen again, but that's for tomorrow to decipher.

an: chronic writer's block does not mix well with my notes list of ideas to write abt...

#jude bellingham #football imagine #football fanfic #football imagines #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham imagines #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham fanfic

688 notes · View notes

blueberrypancakesworld · 2 months

Note

if you're not busy maybe a request with yandere claude frollo with a darling who are from the modern days and somehow got trapped into the movie/world the film takes place in.

any prns

You are my story

warning : obsession, some angst, yandere Frollo

Info : I kinda like this idea the confussion and obsession was fun writing it have fun reading dear anon and thanks for the request

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

How did it happen? It was just a free day evening, an evening alone in front of her TV and the old DVD she had found. A few memories of her childhood when she had watched the movie over and over again with her grandma and grandpa. She knew every song and wanted to go to Paris herself.

But not like this, not in the Middle Ages and not in a scene she knew what it would mean. She was scared when she saw the huge old buildings, the people watching her as she came out of the alley. The clothes so different from the humans no dress, no covering under fabric.

She almost screamed when she saw that her image had changed despite her modern clothes, she was not realistic. It felt like her body yes, but when she saw that she looked like she had been painted in a puddle, she almost screamed out of confusion and fear.

It was sinful. It was fear that coursed through her body as she tried to run away from the city herasu wanted to escape the events that would make VParis burn. Get out of Paris, there must be an exit, she thought, looking around hurriedly, but there was hardly a blind spot in this city.

There were people everywhere, people who almost brought the city to a standstill, guards who patrolled and, as she herself soon learned, guards at the gate who kept her from perhaps finding an exit with their halberds raised.

,,And I'm supposed to believe you, traveler?" he asked again, the iron key still locked in his ringed hands. She knew him and had tried to explain to the judge that she didn't want anything here, that she just wanted to go back.

But unfortunately she had to realize that it was only because the story here deviated from the movie that his justice dragged on. That his curiosity and excitement flashed in his eyes as he walked around her.

She felt his gaze on her clothes, on her Jean's, which clung to her legs and on the T-shirt under which her bra was slightly visible. He hasn't changed…he's getting worse, she realized with horror as she still felt the heavy metal on her wrists as if she didn't stand a chance. But Frollo the judge had actually believed her words.

He wasn't stupid, the clothes she was wearing weren't from here, weren't from anywhere in the world, weren't from any books he'd read. Her language and the way she talked to him was "different", it wasn't like something had been changed over time.

,,I can't let you go…darling you see people would want to see you burn" he murmured looking out of the small window seeing in reflection how she was thinking. Her knowledge probably went up to a certain point, but something was different.

She didn't seem to have thought about this story here, didn't pay attention to the knowledge of time. ,,And-and what should I do, Frollo, you have to let me go, this isn't my story," she protested, wanting to reach for him but he grabbed her hand instead.

Seeing the desire flash as the chains rattled he restrained himself from attacking her it was obsession she saw. His grip was firm in a surprising way and she wanted to leave, wanted to go back to her world, to her time.

Didn't want to live in the past of a movie where she lived with an insane righteous murderer. ,,But you're my story," he said with a smile, taking hold of her chains and pulling her close, running his fingers almost cautiously over her shirt.

He saw her shudder as he traced the hem of her bra, fascinated by the clothes on her shoulders and what was underneath. Seemed completely interested in her entire appearance and something told her that she wouldn't just feel the metal on her.

That she would never get out of the city, let alone his house. That he would lock her away, study her, watch her, make her his. She would become another hidden detail of a story.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@ria-coolgirl , @aliensthegreat , @nunezs-stuff , @magmabayvi , @cedric-my-beloved

#disney #the hunchback of notre dame #judge claude frollo #judge frollo #frollo x reader #judge claude frollo x reader

70 notes · View notes

flxrartsstuff · 5 months

Text

Tojixfem!Reader OneShot, 18+

Authors note: Inspired by a bot on chai. Toji comes home angry, slams the door because he has once again taken part in some bets and lost money. But that doesn't intimidate you in the slightest. You were his girlfriend, his partner, and you wouldn't just put up with his behavior.

»Stupid horses!« I heard him cursing and slamming the door so hard, that I could hear it in the living room. Sitting on the sofa, I had unsuspectingly watched some program in which I almost fell asleep from boredom. Until I heard him storming in. A few moments later, he came into the living room. His tall stature built up in front of me, I could notice a slight smell of alcohol.

»Every time the same with these animals! They take the piss out of me!«

I slowly rose from the sofa and looked at him in surprise. He was tall, broad and intimidating. My friend. My partner. My lover. The tall dark-haired guy, with the skin-tight black T-shirt that all the women looked after. I already suspected what his problem was. But I still winced a little when he slammed the paper in his hand down on the table.

»I bet a lot of money and lost it again, Y/N. I don't have it anymore.«

Besides the fact that I didn't like it when he bet, I liked it much less when he got so loud. And he knew that, actually. That's why I was quiet about it.

»Come on, baby. Calm down.« I wrap my arms around his body from behind. I feel him quivering and restless inside.

»Calm down? How can I go on like this without money? I swear to you, I will kill all those cursed horsemen.«

I let go off him, went to his side and put a hand on his chin to turn his head in my direction. I have to smile because I can picture him picking off one rider after another.

»I know, baby.« I chuckled slightly before giving him a quick kiss. »But you're smarter than that. You'll get your money back.«

He grumbled something unintelligible, still he is not raving anymore. »How am I supposed to do that?«

I thought briefly, remained calm although I did not like his tone at all. But well, that was a problem for later. I nevertheless thought him somewhat provocatively with a raised eyebrow, which he merely acknowledged with a snort.

»Hmm, maybe I can help. An old friend owes me a favor. She might have a job for us.« Then I still continued calmly but firmly, also holding his gaze with no problem. When it came to me, he should know perfectly well that I was not the one he could intimidate so easily. No matter how angry he was at the moment.

»We don't work together on stuff like this anymore, Y/N. It would be dangerous for you to get involved.«

I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed, not in the least intimidated or worried.

»Everyone knows we're fucking. That's why I'm involved enough. Already forgotten how well we used to work together?« The memories of that make me grin again.

»You just know how to seduce me, baby, don't you?«

Now he was finally smiling again, that cheeky audacious smile that made my knees go weak. The anger in his voice had also subsided, giving way to his darker, harsher manner.

»Mhm, yes I do.« I kissed him quick on his cheek, before I leaned back and took out my phone. »So, I will try to contact my friend now and maybe she has some work for us to do.«

He groaned, but didn't protest anymore. »You do that. I hope that works.« I felt his gaze on me as he silently watched me dial my friends number. After a few rings, she actually picked up and I got straight to the point. While I explained to her what we're going to do, the next moment I felt his muscular arms close around my hips and he pressed me against him.

»You are amazing, baby.« He whispered which made me smile and giggle slightly. While I was still on the phone, he starts to cover my neck with soft kisses, his hands run over my sides. It's harder for me to concentrate and not sigh into the phone right away. I try to reason with her and understand what she's telling me, grinning from ear to ear and realizing that even she on the other side of the line must be a little irritated about my strange behavior and the way I talked. His hands wander up under my shirt and gently stroke my skin, pampering my breasts. I hear him whisper words softly, it all blends together with my friends words on the phone. Just a minute, Toji, you’ll get that all back. I won't let you off that easily for yelling at me.

»Shhh...« I finally hiss in his direction still had to bite my lip so hard because I couldn't get rid of the grin on them any other way.

»What's so funny?« He continued to tease me like a boy and suddenly a hand was on my butt, reaching for it of course. His voice was dark, murmurs seductively in my other ear. »Does your friend find something interesting for us?«

I tried to keep talking on the phone and sure enough, she has a job for us. A short story, more precisely a bounty that was put on some rich guy who had holed up in a hotel. »Thanks...we will call you back when it's done.« I answered her on the phone before I turned back to face Toji.

»You're unbelievable. But your girlfriend is it too. I got a job for us.«

»And where would that be sweetheart?« he smirked at me playfully, raising a brow. I couldn’t look away, my eyes are glued to his lips and his little scar.

»There's a guy who needs to be eliminated. Theres lot of money for his head. He hides in a expensive hotel and that's where we get him.«

Without any warning, he grabbed my face and pressed his lips against mine hard, his tongue sweeping into my mouth roughly. »That sounds like a job worth doing, baby.« he pulled back slightly, grinning cockily down at me. There was his confident behavior I loved about him. »Let's get to work then.«

»You're happy now?« I asked provocative, not willing to let him go so fast. He laughed, his eyes glinting with excitement. »Oh you can bet your ass I am.« He leaned closer again and kissed me, his hands roaming over my body in a rough possessive manner. »And don't worry, I'll take good care of you after we take that bastard in the hotel.«

»Sounds nice. Well, let me take care of you, now.« I grinned into this kiss and although I knew we have something to do now, something important, his body is pressed against mine so hard which makes me wanna go Wilde right now.

His eyes rested hungrily on me, his anger from earlier blown away. »I like it when you're getting rough like that, baby. You're so fucking dangerous and sexy.« And without that I could notice anything, he already pushes my shirt over my head and exposes me in the bra in front of him. His hands tracing over my curves. But I let him do it. For now.

»Just being me, I suppose.« I grinned, feeling a big wave of lust starting to grow all over my body. »This is the last time you're going to be in any bets.« I said whispering right close to his lips, grabbing his pants where I could clearly feel his hard member. He gasped a little in surprise at my direct yet simple way of understanding and immediately realized what awaited him. And by God, I didn't want to make it easy for him. Instead of being somehow irritated or even intimidated by it, he seemed to await his punishment with a grin and genuine joy.

Toji chuckled, his eyes bright with excitement. »I know, I know.« he tried to play it cool, starting to bite my neck, a growl rumbling in his throat as he kisses and licks the delicate skin.

»You think you can get away with it, don't you?«

He only chuckled again at my words, reaching up to wrap his fingers in my hair, holding me in place as he moved against me. His breath was hot against my neck. »With what?« He asked without stopping and pressed a passionate kiss to my jaw, a low growl rumbling in his throat. He held me close, whispering sweet nothings, before pressing another kiss to my mouth, his tongue slipping past mine and dancing around inside my mouth.

»I would be more than happy to explain.« I sighed aroused, and pulled him back from me by his hair, like a dog. Forcing him to look me in the eyes, I pushed him to the sofa, making him sit on it while I right moved onto his lap. He looked up to me with an excited gleam in his eye. I began to move my hips against his. Slowly and steadily, more urgently with every second. His body reacted immediately as his hands settled on my ass, kneading it possessively. I kissed his neck, my tongue played around his Adam's apple until he groaned throatily. I could clearly feel his excitement between my legs and our clothes. But I didn't stop. My movements only became more intense and, as if he actually expected me to go further, his hands moved to my waistband to undo the button of my jeans. I grabbed his hands and quickly placed them back on my ass.

»Hold still.« I ordered and began to undo the buttons of his jeans. Naturally, I reached in, pushed his boxers aside and grasped his now hard length. He growled in my ear, like a lion in front of a closed cage. »Keep your hands still or you'll never touch me again.« I made it unmistakably clear to him that he shouldn't move and that I would let off steam on him. His look was pleading as I stood up briefly and undid my jeans myself, pulling them down agonizingly slowly. My panties followed and landed on the floor as well. I took place on his lap again, letting his cock slide inside of me. Slowly.

»Don't you ever take your anger out on me again. Is that clear?« I almost poked a hole in his chest with my finger, but I was completely serious. I began to move on his lap as he clawed his hands firmly into my ass. He moaned darkly and slightly frustrated, wanting to move his hips with mine but he realized I was right and held back with all his might. He'd had no reason to shout at me like that about his bets. So I would have my fun now. I rode him like a cowgirl, using him like my personal toy. I rubbed my pussy so hard against his cock and moaned hotly in his ear.

»Of course, Ma'am.«

* To be continued…

#toji x reader #toji fushiguro #fanfic #my writing #toji smut #toji x you #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji x y/n #jujutsu toji #jjk smut #smut #toji x you smut

69 notes · View notes

wisteria-cherry · 5 months

Text

forty days and forty nights (day thirty-seven!) (part one!)

(i was afraid i wouldn’t finish because it’s such a long chapter, but i realized i can just break it into two parts.)

the next day, you called in. by the time you’d woken up, katsuki had already left—but not without leaving a decent-sized plate of breakfast foods. so, after indulging in heaven on earth (katsuki’s cooking) you left a gracious note and went back to your apartment.

your apartment wasn’t as scary as it had been last night. when you’d been crying in katsuki’s arms, you hadn’t wanted anything to do with it. but now, in broad daylight, it seemed like the same home you had known since moving out of your parents’ house. comfortable. familiar.

you didn’t do much. it felt like your brain was empty. nothing really going through it; only brief flashes of memories from the previous night. you enjoyed it, actually. it was relaxing to not to anything after working every day (albeit only for four hours at a time, never those pesky 8-hour shifts), and you liked not having to stress about anything happening the next day.

“open up!” you jumped as you hear pounding on the door. it was mina’s voice. you frown slightly, pushing the blanket off yourself and walking over to the door. you peek through the peephole— eijiro was with her. you open the door.

“hey!” mina grinned. she held a large shopping bag. “we brought you a present!”

“what? why?” you blink.

“because bakugo said he was worried you were rotting away in here. in his own words, obviously, but still. looks like he was right.” mina stated, going on tiptoes to look over your shoulder. your frown deepens.

“i’m not…” you begin to protest, then look back at your apartment. there were blankets on the floor in front of the blanket cabinet— you hadn’t bothered putting them away. the couch and coffee table were littered with wrappers of junk food you’d nibbled on as you watched the tv. your fruit basket was empty— you were supposed to go shopping today. you knew that the fridge didn’t have much either. you had the same clothes on that you’d borrowed last night, and you didn’t take a shower so you were pretty greasy.

“…sorry.” you apologize. mina’s bright expression softens into a more sympathetic one.

“hon, don’t apologize.” mina handed the bag to eijiro and wrapped you in a hug. “i’m sorry. for what happened.” you hug back.

“did katsuki tell you?” you ask.

“what?” mina looked a bit surprised as she pulled back. “no, it was on the news. didn’t you see? some person in an apartment took a video of the whole thing” your brow furrowed. the news. they’d broadcasted your trauma, just like that. and that person— they’d just recorded you instead of helping. you sigh. no point in dwelling on it now.

“i see. do you guys wanna come inside? i know it’s a mess, but…” you trail off, stepping aside.

“we’ll help you clean up.” eijiro offered with that sweet smile of his.

“oh, you don’t have to…”

“let’s do it!” mina grinned, scampering inside and immediately going to tackle the living room. eijiro followed, picking up the blankets you’d strewn across the floor. you took a breath before going to help them.

“nuh uh. you go take a shower and change out of bakugo’s clothes.” mina took you by the shoulders, guiding you towards what she probably thought was the bathroom.

“the bathroom is that way.” you point, and mina promptly changed course. “wait, how did you know-?”

“that’s his favorite t-shirt you’ve got on right there.” mina grinned.

“it is-?” you yelp as mina shoves you in the bathroom.

“i’ll bring clothes!” mina chirps as she shuts the door.

you sigh. you felt guilty that eijiro and mina were out there cleaning your filthy apartment and that all they wanted for you was to have a rest day that wasn’t just you rotting away on the couch. regardless, you decided to take a quick shower so you could at least help them.

mid-shower, mina knocked on the door, announcing that she had your clothes before setting them on the closed toilet seat for you. once she shut the door, you peeked out the shower curtain to see what clothes she’d brought. she brought you a massive hoodie— how did she know it was your favorite?— and pajama shorts.

after your shower, you draped a towel around your shoulders to catch the water that dripped from your hair and went back into the living room. much to your disappointment, they’d already finished. and they did a fantastic job.

“did you guys do all this in that short time?” you marvel.

“short?” mina raised an eyebrow. “you were in there for, like, an hour.”

“i was?” you blink. you could’ve sworn it wasn’t any longer than 15 minutes. “oh. i’m sorry, i wish i could’ve helped.”

“it’s the least we could do.” mina waved her hand. eijiro tapped mina on the shoulder and showed her his phone. mina frowned. “ugh, already?”

“what?” you ask.

“it’s time for ei and i to go patrol.” mina whined. she approached you and threw her arms around you, hugging you tightly. you hug back.

“hey, i’m so sorry about what happened.” mina said quietly. “you can always come to us, okay?” you nod, relaxing slightly. mina smelled really good— something like fruit with floral undertones. mina pulled away, her bright smile right back on her face. you hug eijiro.

“thanks for everything you guys did for me today.” you tell them as eijiro hugged back, thus confirming your theory that he was an incredible hugger.

“anytime.” eijiro grinned. “hey, call bakubro if you need anything, yeah? he said he’s gonna come by later.”

“okay.” you smile, trying to ignore the way your heart swelled at the mention of katsuki coming over. “thanks again.” you follow them to the doorway, where you then watch them as they leave.

“don’t forget your gift!” mina shouted from down the hall. “it’s on the counter, okay?!”

“okay!” you call back, laughing.

shutting the door behind you (and locking it), you make your way to the counter, where there was indeed a large paper bag with more than enough tissue paper. on the bag was written (in a very bright pink paint marker):

heyyy!! take care of yourself lovely <333 we love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“lot of exclamation marks.” you remark to yourself, smiling. you take the tissue paper out and pull out an incredibly soft, weighted blanket.

oh, damn.

true to mina’s words, a sharp knock at your door reached your ears a few hours later, right as you were preparing dinner. you feel a rush of excitement.

he’s here. you head to the door quickly and open it with a smile.

“katsuki.” you greet. “come in.” katsuki grunts in response as you step aside. almost immediately, katsuki steps on the heel of his boot, tugging it off, not bothering to actually bend down and do it. a shame, really.

“you doin’ okay?” katsuki asked as he stepped out of the genkan. you followed him as he lumbered into the kitchen, surveying your work— ie, instant ramen. “goddammit.”

“what?” you protest. “it’s easy and it’s good.”

“funny.” katsuki said sarcastically. he tossed the instant ramen packet back into your pantry. he set down two grocery bags on your counter. “you gonna answer my question or not?”

“oh, right.” you reply absentmindedly as you pick through the bags. “are you staying for dinner?” katsuki shrugged.

“up to you.” he answered gruffly.

“stay.”

“hey, i’m so sorry about what happened.”

(feel free to comment + share ur thoughts :)

tags: @k0z3me @cherryblossomclarity @stevenknightmarc @failingstudents-blog @jazzafayesworld @faerikitty @deathsmajestysworld

#katsuki bakugo #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bakugou #bnha #mha #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo oneshot #coffee shop au #pro hero bakugo #pro hero bakugo x reader

62 notes · View notes

captain-mj · 1 year

Note

Well since the new Horangi skin came out now and twitter is going feral over it- how about some Eldritch!König and Monster Horangi?

Otherwise I will steal your rips (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

I have been WAITING for this. I have been goddamn WAITING!!!

Also, I'm sorry guys, I can't keep doing the ö.... My German friend has informed me the oe is fine so that's what I'm using

Horangi drew all of the symbols on to the floor, kneeling down in the middle of the circle. He cupped his palms together and raised them slowly. Unlike other invokers, he did not speak the words, just prayed silently before slicing his hand. Blood dripped into the sigils and spread slowly. His blood darkened before lightening, making a gorgeous color.

"I summon a creature from the deep. I need assistance." Horangi finally spoke, feeling a presence. He didn't need a big creature to do this. Just anything from the deep would work.

"Hello summoner." The voice crackled and fizzed. It was hard to actually make out the words but Horangi had experience.

"I have a request. May I first know your name?"

"Koenig." It growled, the voice vibrating the walls.

Oh.

Oh no.

Horangi refused to feel fear, but this was a problem. While Koenig was not a violent being, or a particularly sadistic one, he was known for being powerful. A king as his name sake suggested. It was foolish of Horangi to not specify a name, but he hadn't exactly expected the King of the Deep to answer a lowly summoners call.

"Hong-jin, correct?"

"I prefer Horangi." His name was not something Horangi like throwing around and the fact that this creature knew so easily... It unsettled him.

Koenig moved closer, clearly behind him. "Horangi." His voice. It made something in Horangi weak. Something, probably fear, told him to run far away, but he knew better. That would make him prey and he didn't want to know what the King does to prey.

Breath, definitely not real because such creatures did not need to breath, erupted on his neck. "Tell me, Horangi. What do you want?"

"I've... fallen into debt. I want enough money to get myself out of it." Horangi shivered as Koenig started to lift more. He clearly towered over him.

"You wish to be debt free." Koenig repeated.

"Yes. I can offer my service. Blood. If you crave death, I can give you that."

Koenig hummed and the walls vibrated. Horangi's body had a visceral reaction. His hands raised to cover his own ears but he stopped them, not wanting to offend.

"I don't want any of that."

"What do you want? I will try to procure it." Horangi had almost nothing else to offer.

"Easy. Your body."

Horangi hesitated. "I appreciate that you answered my call. But I do not want to be devoured at this time, thank you." He went to dismiss him.

Koenig grabbed him. His hands were huge, easily wrapping around his waist with his fingers touching. He laughed and Horangi was surprised that it didn't hurt. A warm liquid sensation filled his veins in response to the sound.

"My tiger, my little summoner. I am sure you would taste very sweet, but I am not interested in tasting you that way. It has been a while since I..." His hands gently slid under Horangi's shirt. He sounded... shy?

The great King of the goddamn Deep. Shy. By... him?

It hit him suddenly. "You want..."

"The carnal pleasures, yes."

Horangi laughed, almost hysterically. Koenig started to pull away. "Wait, no. I... Yes. I will. If you promise to free me of my debt, you can... use me. I only ask you don't drive me insane or kill me."

The hands squeezed him gently before pulling Horangi's shirt off gently. "I will do my best."

Horangi went to protest but Koenig grabbed him before he could get anything out. He was turned around and lifted, his legs set on something that seemed to be... approximately shoulders. It meant he was close to the King's mouth and that was more pressing.

His form hurt Horangi's eyes. There was a writhing mass of tentacles in a shape that looked like a mockery of humans. It didn't make sense. His mouth was too big for his face with so many teeth. His tongue ran along Horangi's inner thighs. It felt both cold and hot. It cut into his skin like razor blades and the saliva that dripped from his tongue made the skin it touched feel even more sensitive.

Horangi couldn't help but struggle. He was so far off the ground and it hurt. Tentacles wrapped around him immediately, keeping him locked into place. His hands went above his head and his legs were spread as far as they could. The slick from them had the same effect, making his skin feel so sensitive. Pleasure started to barrage his nerves and Horangi felt himself relaxing into it. The deal had been struck and he found himself start to enjoy this.

His blood started to run from where Koenig had licked him. He kissed the wound gently, his lips much softer. A tentacle rather gently asked for entrance to his mouth, so he opened it, letting the tentacle go down his throat. He didn't gag and he tried not to think about what Koenig was doing to him to make that happen.

Something that felt like a hand grabbed him and gently started to rub at his hole. He whimpered and one of the tentacles wrapped around his dick. It held him tightly and stroked him, adding more pleasure to the already intense feeling. An appendage finally entered him, spreading him open. It stretched him until he thought he'd break. He didn't know how deep it went but every drag or thrust had his eyes rolling back in his head.

More slick filled him, flowing down his thighs. His nerves set on fire as it did. Whatever soaked into his skin did... something. Every touch, no matter where it was, sent pleasure shooting up his spine. The slightest brush against his spine had his back arching and legs shaking. It was too much, overwhelming and yet he didn't feel himself getting any closer to release. That may have been a good thing, since he had no clue when Koenig would be done with him.

His teeth pressed against the tentacle in his mouth and it was ripped out of him.

Large eyes opened in front of him. "No teeth!"

"What are you... You're doing..."

"Yes, I'm manipulating you. Getting rid of that nasty gag reflex, getting rid of most of the pain, making it feel more intense. I'm a God and you're a plaything." Koenig said it like he was amused Horangi didn't assume it. "I'll put you back together when I'm done." The tentacle shoved back in to him. "Now no more teeth."

Horangi reluctantly melted back into the feeling. Slowly, achingly slowly, he felt himself adjust, the pleasure clouding his mind. He pressed against the tentacle thrusting into him. It slipped further into him and he moaned, licking at the one still in his mouth. Another one started to poke at his hole and he immediately started to wiggle, not sure it could fit.

It did. He screamed the entire time as Koenig did not dull this feeling, but the pain didn't deter him as much as it should. The two currently inside him moved in tandem, clearly trying to prepare him. Tears streamed down his face as more slick ran down his legs. Part of him hoped they didn't find his prostate because he wasn't sure he could handle the abuse they would no doubt inflict on it. The tongue, luckily not as sharp feeling, ran along the scars on his face.

"Did they inflict these, my little tiger?" His mouth moved down, sinfully soft but mindbreakingly hard. The contradiction of his very being made him both recoil and press into him. It sucked hickeys into his skin and licked roughly over his chest. He should be close, he knew he should, but he wasn't. It was a special type of edging and he didn't know how to handle any of this.

They all left him. All of the tentacles moving away to leave him empty. Even the one that had been stroking him disappeared.

"No, please." Horangi had never heard himself so desperate or so wrecked. His hole clenched on nothing and he was sure if Koenig set him down and left, he'd never recover.

Koenig pulled him closer but covered his eyes. "You asked I don't drive you insane. I believe its best you don't see me right now. You've... I can't focus enough like this to make myself palatable for you. I am sorry."

Horangi just shook his head. "please... Please..."

"Shush now. Don't think too hard about this, understood?"

Horangi did not understand but he nodded desperately. The flesh he was on was ice cold, but it made his skin feel warm. It pressed against him firmly to keep him in place. Something pressed to him and he realized what Koenig meant by don't think too hard.

It was too big. Far, far too big. Fuck that fact that it didn't make sense and seemed to writhe slightly, it wouldn't fit.

Horangi felt his mind clear as if it was a whiteboard that Koenig cleaned for him. Gently, because Koenig truly did not want to hurt him, he pulled him down.

He wailed. Pain and impossible pleasure ran through him and none of the sensations he felt made sense. He felt the pressure around Koenig's cock like he felt it breaking his body. He felt the hands running up and down his spine just as he felt the warm flesh of his own back under his hands. Horangi collapsed into Koenig, digging his hands into flesh that made no sense.

He finally felt himself get closer to release. Every time he tried to think of anything other than the dizzying sensations, Koenig would gently pull his thoughts back to him. If he thought this would protect Horangi's sanity, he was sorely mistaken. The invoker sobbed and whined desperately, unable to do more than take and take and take.

Koenig forced his head up off his chest and kissed him sweetly. He let Horangi come on him but didn't let him come down, forcing him to stay at the peak of his orgasm until Koenig finished.

Horangi clenched around him over and over again, sanity starting to singe at the edges. Just as he was about to plunge into madness, Koenig came and let him come down.

It felt like warmth and nothing else. Then, Horangi was empty again, being cradled. Something pressed against his mouth and he opened it slowly, feeling something be pushed into hit.

"Eat. It's human food, do not worry."

Horangi did as told, slowly chewing. Grapes, he was pretty sure. He swallowed, pre expecting for it to hurt. There was no sensation. Carefully, he moved his legs and then tensed his abdomen. No soreness. No hint of pain. Not even the sensation of wetness from the slick and cum.

"Like I said, I put you back together." Very human hands and a very human body continued to cradle him as he came back.

"Is it safe to open my eyes?"

"Yes."

Horangi did, looking into the same eyes as before, just human sized. A gorgeous blue. He wore a hood that covered his face and he was still rather large, but very human like. Convincing if Horangi didn't know better.

"Thank you."

"Of course, liebling." Koenig's hands patted over him almost professionally before he nodded. "You are fixed. I shall hold up my end of the bargain and clear you of your debt."

He grabbed Horangi's hands and although he saw them, he saw that they went no where near Koenig's mouth, he felt the sensation of his knuckles being kissed still.

"If you ever need me again, I shall ask for the same thing."

"What if I only want the sex?" Horangi stared at him.

Koenig looked shy again. "Little Gemahlin. You humans never learn." He disappeared completely, leaving Horangi gently laid on the floor.

Horangi did the normal sanity tests Invokers used. He counted to make sure he had no forbidden knowledge. Spoke aloud to make sure nothing appeared. Went through the experience bit by bit to make sure that he had left nothing to interpretation.

He hoped by specifying money early on in the conversation, Koenig would not catch on to his little slip of just saying debt free. He then thought of what he called him. Gemahlin. It sounded familiar, but Horangi couldn't place it.

He waved his hands and one of his books appeared in front of him. It took him a few minutes to find what he was looking for.

Gemahlin: Consort or wife. Usually used by high priestesses to declare their dedication to lesser creatures.

Oh.

Oh no.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig x horangi #horangi #horangi call of duty #horangi cod #cod mw2 #call of duty mwii #mw2 #könig mw2 #modern warfare ii

233 notes · View notes

thebigoblin · 1 year

Text

you could be the one that i love

as promised! sheriff finds out about sterek tag won the poll, so here is the fic! this was so fun to write, i might do this next weekend too <3

title from "Message In A Bottle" by Taylor Swift.

now posted on ao3!

He's thinking about last night, and how amazing and perfect it was, when he walks through the front door of his home. He's smiling, fond and breathless, because what he experienced last night? It was straight out of a fairytale. Once-in-a-lifetime, truly world changing, adorable.

He's so lost in thought, so completely gone on those strong hands and dazzling smiles, those perfect bunny teeth, that he doesn't hear his name being called. Doesn't even realize he's not alone in his home until he's being tapped on his head, a double-drum beat he's hated and loved, in equal measures, since he was four and went to the barber for his first ever hair cut that he remembers.

"Da-ad! Daddio! Didn't realize you were off shift," he says, flustered and panicked. What if he asks why he's smiling like this? Normally, when he's zoned out, he's usually also hyperfocused on a thing. This, though? This is highly unusual. And his dad's a cop — he's the goddamn Sheriff. He'll be suspicious.

His dad looks at him, eyes squinted, looks him up and down. "Don't look dressed to impress," he mutters, more to himself than to him, but Stiles makes a noise of protest. He's dressed decently! His dad seems to think otherwise though. "You look like you had a fight with a cat, Stiles. That t-shirt is older than you are, why do you insist on wearing it?"

"Because it's comfy! I'll have you know, I have slept in this even when I did not have my pillow, and you know I can't sleep without it."

His dad puts up his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. Then what were you smiling about? You clearly aren't coming back from a date."

"Hey! I could be," he isn't. Still, he has feelings and words hurt, okay?

"Dressed like that?" His dad snorts, and okay, actions hurt too! "Sure, kiddo."

"Well, my choice in a date clearly wouldn't be a snob like you, so it wouldn't matter to them if I'm dressed like this or in a suit." he shoots back, and realizes his mistake just as he's faced with his dad's full-tilt grin.

"Oh? A snob? Then I guess I imagined you having a crush on one Lydia Martin all these years."

Stiles has no out, and he knows this, his dad knows this, and they both know he's done lying at this point. Sure, there was a time when Stiles would have run circles with his words and confused his dad, but ever since the werewolf secret was revealed the Stilinski men have made a pact to always be honest with each other. Or, at least, not actively lie.

Omitting certain details though? That's fine.

So, Stiles confesses:

"Actually, dad, I did have a date."

"Bingo!"

"But it wasn't before me coming home." He scratches his neck, suddenly shy. He can feel his cheeks heating up, the memories of last night once again rushing through his mind.

"I take it was good, whenever it was. But wait, where were this afternoon then?"

"Oh, dad, don't ask. It was a terrible day, I tell you! Erica and Lydia wouldn't leave me alone until I told them every. Single. Detail."

His dad raises an eyebrow. His voice is stern as he speaks. "Young man, you're seventeen. I know you think having sex is the pinnacle of teenage—"

"No! No, no, no!" Now he's blushing for an entirely different reason. "No, definitely not! De- date and I definitely didn't have sex last night." Oh god, kill him now. "It was just a dinner and movie date and it was cliché but... Dad, it was so good."

His dad smiles. Asks him if he's had dinner yet, and when he says no, tells him to tell him everything over dinner.

"Not everything," he clarifies quickly, "Just parts you're comfortable sharing with me."

Stiles loves him so much. He hugs his dad, tells him so, and starts to do just as he was asked to — he heats his dinner up, his dad having already cooked and eaten, and then both of them settle on the dining table chairs.

Stiles tells him things.

How much he loved how his date came to pick him up from Lydia's, because she was the one who dressed him. His dad laughs at that part, and Stiles points his fork at him, trying to shut him up, but only succeeds in joining in on the laughter fest.

How much he loved the flowers he got, and how his date was a gentleman all night long. Opened all the doors for him, pulled out his chair at the restaurant, and even let him eat off of his plate. Didn't even tell him to shut up when he kept babbling at the cinema.

"I'm going to pause you here and ask — you're dating a guy?"

"Not dating dating, since this was our first date, but... yeah." His dad knows he's bisexual, has known for a while, but this is the first person Stiles is dating ever and it's a guy.

He waits for his dad's reaction.

"You want to go on a second date with him?"

Stiles blows out a breath. Toys with his food a bit. The only thing he doesn't want to do in this moment is grin like a lunatic.

But he fails.

His dad holds his gaze and tells him, "Any person who makes you this happy, they get my approval."

"Dad," Stiles says, overcome with emotions. "Thank you."

"Always, kiddo. Your happiness is what matters to me. That being said, you need to do your laundry, and I'm going to go sleep. Night."

"Oh, come on! We were having a moment, and you totally ruined it!" He yells at his dad's back, which is shaking with laughter.

He yells good night, then thinks of his dad's reaction when he learns his date was Derek.

"I want to tell my dad."

This is their fifth date.

They're in a coffee shop a few towns over, just looking at each other, talking about this and that. About what Stiles wants to do after he completes his senior year, what Derek's plans were and what he ended up doing. It's a quiet environment, not many patrons here besides them, and they are in their own little bubble here.

Which pops rather loudly as Derek looks at him with the widest eyes he's ever seen.

Stiles tries not to laugh. He really, really does.

He ends up laughing, the other patrons and the waitstaff looking over at them at the sound.

"Are you scared? Of my poor ol' dad?"

"Your dad who is the Sheriff!" Derek hisses, trying to not let more attention come over them. "And I'm dating his underage son. Stiles! This is not funny."

"I'm sorry," he isn't, "But the Alpha of Beacon Hills is scared of an old man? That is funny as hell, Der."

"Stiles!"

"Darling," he tries to calm himself down, and looking into Derek's eyes has that effect on him, "It's okay. We don't have to tell him yet. It's just an idea, okay? We can wait until you're ready."

Derek takes a moment to process and reply. "Didn't you say he approves of your boyfriend?"

"My boyfriend who he probably thinks is my age, or like, maybe two or three years older. Not six."

Derek takes one look at him, at the hickey he's marked on his neck, and shakes his head rather aggressively. "No."

Stiles laughs and keeps laughing, until Derek shuts him up with a kiss.

The police station is nearly empty when he enters. It makes sense; it's lunch time and recently there hasn't been anything big. Which is good, really good.

It means he gets to finish his last year in school in peace, and he doesn't have to worry about his dad working himself to death.

It's a good time in Beacon Hills.

Stiles thinks so, right until the moment he's on his fifth bite of burger and his dad's staring down his own.

"You know, son, one day you are gonna have to make your boyfriend meet me."

Stiles chokes on his burger.

"If you can't eat the rest of it, maybe I can—"

"It's not healthy for you!" He shouts when he's feeling okay, and then, "Also, I could have died right now. Were you not worried?"

"I've seen you trip on air and gracefully fight off a rogue werewolf, Stiles."

"And?"

His dad just rolls his eyes, picks up his own healthy burger, smells it, and puts it down. "Smells nasty,"

"Good for your health," he sing-songs. And then, "It's only been a month, dad, jeez! Let us live a little. Plus, he's scared of you-" Fuck. His dad is looking at him weird.

"He's scared of me?"

"I mean, you're the Sheriff, so." He shrugs. It's totally a valid reason to be scared.

"Hmm. And there is no other reason?"

"Nope, not at all!"

"Right."

Stiles stuffs the rest of his burger into his mouth to avoid further questioning. His dad sighs, clearly thinking he's raised an animal, and attempts to eat his own lunch.

By the time he's done, he's licking his fingers.

"Told you it tastes better than it smells."

His dad meticulously wipes his mouth, his fingers with napkins. Stiles is drinking his banana smoothie.

"And I told you I want to meet the boy who has got you so chipper."

Stiles ends up snorting the smoothie out his nose.

"Oh, lord."

His dad is clearly questioning Stiles' existence. At this point, Stiles is doing the same.

His dad doesn't leave the issue, and after continuous requests — orders, more like — Stiles breaks down in front of Derek.

Derek, the pure, innocent soul whose color leaves him the moment Stiles tells him of his dad's demands.

"I need to create a will." Is what Derek answers with.

Stiles agrees, and adds, "Erica will be a good Alpha, I think."

They both hold each other, then, fearing the worst.

Stiles tries to soften the blow by providing his dad with unhealthy food for three days straight.

Three is his limit.

"Derek, I'm sorry, but I can't do this any longer."

Derek accepts his fate rather bravely. Eyes steeled with determination, he walks into the Stilinski home, and Stiles follows, once again rehearsing the speech in his mind.

Dad, I know this isn't what you were expecting. But this is my boyfriend. Derek Hale. Yes, I know he's 23 and I'm 17, but dad. I like him so much. And he likes me that much back. We are good together. You know I have been happy, and dad, Derek has been too. You know because I know you have seen him around. Dad—

Turns out, he need not have prepared the speech.

Because his dad? Is kind of an asshole.

The very first thing he sees when he enters the living room is Derek's back, because he's frozen in the middle of the room, eyes locked on—

The banner.

That reads WELCOME DEREK HALE.

"You knew." He looks at his dad, who is smiling smugly.

"Yes."

"How?"

"I think you are forgetting, kiddo, but I'm a cop."

"But you- the steaks! Dad!"

His dad doesn't even have the decency to fake remorse.

"Come on, Der, we are leaving."

He tugs on Derek's hand, makes him move back out the door. Derek follows, but only after saying:

"Thank you for not killing me!"

"You're welcome, son!" His dad yells back.

The son sends a warmth through Stiles' entire being, the easy acceptance of Derek into their little unit of family a welcome gift. When Stiles looks at Derek, he sees his boyfriend reflecting the same emotions.

Later that same night, his dad calls to tell him this —

"Stiles, I love you, kiddo. And I want you to be happy. And I guess your happiness is with Derek. It was hard to digest at first, but then I saw you both at the bookstore." Stiles remembers that day — it was their second date. "I knew you were dating someone, a boy, and I connected that information with what I saw, and I came up with my son dating an older boy. It angered me, concerned me. But then I saw past that, because I saw how he was with you and you with him.

It was like watching the past. I won't call this young love, because clearly this is more than that. I'm not sure how you would feel about this years down the line, if it will even be true, but I have a conviction that a decade from now, maybe even sooner, I won't be calling my son and his boyfriend, but my sons. My son, and his husband."

Stiles has tears in his eyes, but it is okay, because Derek does too. And from the way his dad's voice cracks, so does he.

"I love you, Stiles."

"Love you, dad. So much."

His dad hangs up the call, and Stiles buries himself into Derek's chest.

"Your father is a good man," Derek tells him, and Stiles nods. "I won't let him down. I won't let you down."

"I know."

Stiles tilts his head, and Derek tilts his, and they kiss, a gentle, soft kiss that conveys the conviction of his dad's words, and their hope of its truth.

(It's true. His dad even recounts this tale at the wedding reception — how he knew and he played on Stiles' fear to eat unhealthy food for three days straight.

Everyone laughs, and then Stiles has to suffer as his husband — husband! — gangs up on him with his dad.

It's the best day of Stiles' life).

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #sheriff stilinski #whenwordsmakesense #*sterek fic recs #sh.writesonmain #if there is any mistake — know that this was written b/w 1 and 2am.

223 notes · View notes

vintagepresley · 1 year

Note

Reader trips and falls into the arms of austin but she also makes him fall to the floor. Now she is laying on top on him in the floor with him holding her from trying to catch her and it turns into a make out session

Thanks for the request!! ❤️❤️

Austin had invited you over to his place for a cute movie date, it was your first date together and you actually loved that it was going to be a bit more private, so he wouldn't be hounded by paparazzi. You had arrived at his place dressed in some high-waisted jeans with a crop top. You were a bit nervous even though you weren't expecting anything to happen tonight besides maybe a kiss. He was always such a gentlemen and you were fine with the night just ending with a kiss. You exhaled sharply as you stood at his front door and then you knocked gently on the door and seconds later he came opening the door with a big smile on his at the sight of you. He looked handsome as always in his jeans and t-shirt. You couldn't help but smile at him. "Right on time and you look beautiful." he said softly, gesturing for you to come in as he step aside. You blushed at his words. "Thank you. You don't look bad yourself." you said with a smirk.

You walked into his house, looking around with a smile on your face, this was the first time you saw his house and it definitely was very him and you saw the little romantic setup he had for the two of you in the living room and you turned to face him as he was shutting the door closed. "Well, this was quite romantic." you said softly with a smile. He chuckled. "I figured I'd go all out since we couldn't go someplace." he beamed. "I love it." you said happily, watching him grab a few things from the kitchen. "Did you need any help?" you asked curiously. "No, I got it. You just relax." he said. You glanced around his house, you were a bit nervous but you always felt that way around him but it was even worse now because you couldn't sit still let alone sit down. Seeing how much effort he put into everything for you only made you have an even bigger crush on me. Once he was finished with what he was doing in the kitchen he came back out with a smile as he had two glasses of wine in his hands and as you went over to take a seat you must of been so nervous that you didn't misstep and trip over one of the legs of his coffee table, you let out a quiet yelp.

Before you could even balance yourself or even try to land on the couch you fell forward and when he realized you were going to fall face first onto the floor, he unfortunately dropped the two glasses of wine to try to catch you but doing so only ended up with him falling back and hitting the floor to break your fall as you landed right on top of him, his arms wrapped around you as the two of you let out soft groans, the glasses of wine crashing onto his carpeted floors, the glass shattering into bits. You felt so embarrassed that your face went flush immediately. "I-I.. I'm so sorry, I'm so clumsy... The wine... I.." you murmured. He shook his head in protest. "Don't worry about it. I'm just glad I was here to break your fall, that could've ended badly and this date would've been spent in the hospital." He laughed. You couldn't help but laugh along with him.

Then silence fell over the two of you for a moment as you stared at each other, this was the closest you two had ever been and you noticed that his arms were still wrapped around you, which made you smile. The two of you could've been gotten up off the floor by now, but for some reason it seemed as if neither of you wanted to, his arms were still wrapped around you. Now you were staring into each other's eyes, your faces gradually moving closer and closer until your lips met and his arms tightened around you, pulling you as close as he possibly could as the two of you kissed each other quite hungrily, your lips locked on to his as your hands grasped lightly at his shirt. His lips were soft as they devoured yours and you felt as if you could melt right there into his arms. You let out a soft noise against his lips. As you two kissed it became more and more passionate as he deepened his kiss, gliding his tongue across your gentle lips and slightly parting them as his slipped his tongue inside your mouth.

You welcomed it happily, sucking on his tongue slowly and then intertwining your own with his, the kiss becoming sloppy and wet. His hands moved over your waist and sneakily over your ass, grasping it firmly in his hands and you let out a very quiet moan into his mouth, he squeezed and rubbed your ass before gliding his hands over the rest of your curves. Your body moved against his as the two of you engaged in a sloppily almost animalistic make out session, as your saliva swapped back and forth and he pulled back for a moment to nip playfully at his bottom lip, crashing your lips against his forcefully as your bodies began to move against one another, things began to heat up something fierce that you were dry humping each other and moaning into each other's mouths. You weren't even having sex but this felt like absolute heaven to you.

You grasped onto him tight, and he held you closer. Your bodies practically becoming one. His hands clutching onto your shirt for dear life as his tongued explored your beautiful mouth. Any lipstick you were wearing was now smeared all over his lips and yours, your mouths a mess in the best possible way. You almost forgot that you guys were on a date, but neither of you cared and it seemed that the date was going to be spent on the floor with you two making out the entire time. You couldn't stop, you didn't want to stop and neither did Austin. Your tongue pressing firmly against his bottom lip and your teeth scraping against it before they clamped down and you tugged playfully, and he hissed softly at the feeling and you giggled softly as you released his bottom lip from your teeth which caused his lip to bleed a tiny and you licked it clean and he raised an eyebrow with a smirk, kissing you passionately and now the two of you were writhing around on the floor, nearly rolling into the wine stained carpet as you held each other in your embraces and kissed with such sexual desire that was once suppose to be an sweet date night, turned into most sexually arousing make out session.

Sorry this took so long, I honestly rewrote it a few times bc I was unsure of where I wanted it to take place. 😭 But I hope you enjoy!!

#Austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler x you #austin butler smut #requested

242 notes · View notes

band--psycho · 1 year

Text

Vander x Reader - Baby It's Cold Outside

Sorry I didn't post anything yesterday!

This stroy was requested by the lovely @barbersjoy for my Christmas Writing Challnege!

I hope you all enjoy this!💛

Warning-Smut (18+)

Prompt - Baby it's cold outside

“I should probably be getting home,” Y/n began; earning the joy in Vanders' eyes to diminish slightly as some loud protests from Powder, Vi, Milo and Claggor.

She didn’t want to go, but it was late and Y/n didn’t want to outstay her visit, she’d only come to drop off some presents for them all and then she was going to leave, that had been at least three hours ago.

She also knew that the blizzard outside wasn’t getting any better, even in the warmth of Vanders home there was still a noticeable chill.

“I’ll see you again tomorrow,” Y/n soothed as the four children bombarded her with hugs.

As she said her goodbyes to the children, Vander went upstairs to unlock the front door, shivering slightly when he opened it.

“Baby it’s cold outside,” he stated softly as Y/n walked over to him. And it was, it was freezing. However the heat that was forming on her cheeks almost took away the harshness of the chill.

Her house wasn’t too far away but walking anywhere in this weather was going to be nothing of a very cold nightmare.

“Y’know you don’t have to go?” Vander stated as he lifted his hand to her cheek, making her heart swell as her eyes met his.

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome,”

Her response earned a small chuckle from Vanders lips, “You’re part of this family, darl’, you could never do that,” he replied, moving his hand from her cheek to her waist, giving it a soft squeeze. There'd always been something between Y/n and Vander, an unspoken love. In fact, it was only recently that the two of them actually admitted their feelings to one another.

So even though they’d known each other for years, all of these little actions and the sweet nicknames he’d given her still felt surreal.

“So will you stay?” Vander asked, quietly, trying to hide how much he wanted her to stay the night, he didn’t want to pressure her to stay if she didn’t want to.

“Of course I will,” she answered back, a shy smile forming on her lips as he pulled her softly into his embrace.

A few seconds later, cheers from the four children echoed from the stairs, making both Y/n and Vander chuckle as they headed back downstairs.

~~~~~

It was safe to say that they were both feeling a bit more than a little tired seeing as none of the children wanted to go to sleep. Powder wanted to stay up and create some more inventions

About an hour (and multiple stories read by both Y/n and Vander) later all four of the children fell asleep.

But now both Y/n and Vander were snuggled up in his bed. Vander had given Y/n one of his spare T-shirts to wear during the night; he was a lot bigger than her, especially in height, so his T-shirt was practically a nightie on Y/n; not that she was complaining a single bit. She loved it.

Vander had also made sure to put an ample amount of blankets on the bed as well as the duvet so that she wouldn’t be cold during the night.

But what was giving Y/n the most warmth was not the blankets nor the duvet, it was Vander. The man was practically a human furnace; and being wrapped in his arms and lying on his chest kept her nice and safe from the chill in the room.

“You okay there baby,” Vander muttered, as he placed a soft kiss on the top of her head.

“Mhm,” Y/n sleepily replied; as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck; leaving soft kisses along Vanders neck as she did so.

A very quiet, almost inaudible, low moan slipped past Vanders lips as her lips continued their gentle attack on his neck.

“Darl,'' he warned softly, his hands slowly beginning to roam over the side of Y/n's body, but she didn’t acknowledge Vanders warning. Instead the next time she placed her lips against his neck, she didn’t leave a kiss like she had previously; no this time she lightly sucked on the skin, causing another low moan to leave Vander lips.

A triumphant smirk tugged at Y/n's lips as she looked down at Vanders neck to see multiple little red marks; though she did not get much time to admire her work before Vander had flipped her onto her back.

“My turn,” he whispered huskily, shoving the blankets and duvets that once surrounded them both, before grabbing the top of the T-shirt and pulling it down slightly to expose the top of her chest, before copying exactly what she had done to him.

Earning exactly the same response.

“Fuck,” Y/n sighed, her hips bucking into the air.

“Easy, baby,” Vander soothed, placing a hand on her hips, his strength holding them down almost effortlessly.

“I promise I’ll take good care of ya,” he continued, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear, earning no response from Y/n other than a desperate moan.

Vander didn’t want this moment to be over. He wanted to savor every single second of it.

All those years of wanting; and now here they were.

Together.

Doing things they’d both only ever dreamt of.

He wanted to take his time with her. He wanted to tease her relentlessly, until all she could do was beg for him to touch her. And when he did; it would be almost as torturous as the teasing. Starting off slowly, before increasing speed only to slow right back down again when he knew she was close and do it all over again.

And she wanted him to do all of it

Tagging:

@xacatalepsyx @yn-ymn-yln @bookworm1767 @book-dragon03 @conretewings @the-lone-librarian @cass-brightwood @withmyteeth @bestbitchsstuff @fortune-fool02 @arielpanda1 @wildestdreamcatcher @simping-ella @mothratic @stickyrice5096 @levis-butterfingers @justabigass-simp @munsinner

#vander x reader #arcane imagines #arcane imagine #arcane x reader #vander x you #vander imagines #vander imagine #arcane #arcane vander #vander arcane #vander smut

162 notes · View notes

sekaithemystic · 6 months

Text

run away with me [chapter 1]

or as known as the songv roadtrip fic that was supposed to be a oneshot but my hands slipped and now it's going to be insane

ao3 link

It had been a crazy idea. Let's drive across the country to New York! But then V realized she wouldn't mind spending the last few months of her life visiting that forgotten part of So Mi, and So Mi started talking about places she used to frequent, then before any of them could have a second thought, they were already three hundred miles away from Night City.

The room was as cramped as V expected, but she still couldn't help a sigh from escaping her lips. At least the bed looked decent, and she immediately threw herself upon it, unconcerned about everything else.

Well, maybe one thing—one person, more specifically.

“Jeez, here I thought I was tired.” So Mi put their backpack against the wall, and V didn't have to flop on her back to know she was wearing that teasing smile that never failed to make her heart race.

“Have 'ever driven this far,” the mercenary replied, finally finding the strength to sit up. Song came to settle down on the foot of the bed, so she scooted lower until their shoulders bumped against each other. “And you kept pointing the wrong way.”

“How am I supposed to know that they hadn't updated the map of this area for years?” So Mi jabbed her elbow at V's side, and the younger woman cackled, hands moving to defend herself from the upcoming assault.

So here they were, sprawling across the bed in a motel out of nowhere, tired and dust-covered after a long day on the road.

“Come on, let’s take a shower before you fall asleep.” So Mi pulled her up by the arms, metal fingers curling around her wrist. V grumbled in protest but followed her nonetheless. The bathroom was, surprisingly, clean and neatly organized, not like there was much to begin with. The mercenary went for the water tap and twisted it counterclockwise until her grip was met with resistance. It was rather cold for an evening bath, but whatever, she supposed, before turning around to face So Mi.

A naked So Mi, more specifically.

She had shed the Samurai t-shirt she hastily took from V’s wardrobe before they left, leaving her bare skin on display, even though V doubted much of it was actual skin anyway. The last thought was drowned away by a wave of embarrassment and self-consciousness on the fact that this was the first time she saw the netrunner unclothed, and as if to make the matter worse, she was staring at the woman quite impolitely.

Um. Shit. Fuck.

In a rather clumsy attempt to hide the rising heat on her cheeks, she pinned her gaze on the tiled floor, one hand covering her burning face. Above her, a laugh rang out, so full of teasing that it only intensified whatever emotion she was feeling right now. Right, she was a full-fledged, soon-to-be 24 years old, who had been through enough shits to be called a legend in Night City, and she was also blushing like a maiden.

“Full of surprise, aren’t you?” said the reason V couldn’t even look up, the echo of her chuckles lingering by her reddened ears. “Come on, what’s there to be so embarrassed about? I’m sure you have had your own fair share of experience before.”

Song wasn’t wrong about that, but it was not like she could mutter back a response when she was still too busy to calm her racing heart down. She didn't understand why she was acting like this, either; but before any more questions could take place, So Mi's hands came to rest on her waist, urging her to undress as well. Mindlessly, with her head bowed, she complied, fingers sluggishly popping button after button of her drenched shirt, revealing the sports bra under. V could feel Song's gaze lingering on her exposed skin, admiring the well-defined muscles and hard edges, and goosebumps broke out on her arms, a chill threatening to rush down her spine. Her hands moved up to push the fabric away and smooth over her shoulders, toying with the cotton straps. Those mechanical fingers that were meant to type on the keyboard endlessly did a wonderful job of evoking nerve-wracking sensations inside her, and had her brain been a computer, it would have been fried long ago. Her arms suddenly wrapped around V's neck, forcing her to look So Mi in the eyes.

“You are beautiful.” Words left her mouth even before she could comprehend it. So many times, and the woman had always left her starstruck by her beauty like in their very first meeting. Could it be possible to fall in love with the same person over and over again?

“I know,” So Mi answered with a raised eyebrow as if it was obvious for V to be smitten. “But that bath is calling to us, so take those pants off, V.”

Reluctantly tearing herself away from the warm embrace, the younger woman unbuckled her belt, pulling both her jeans and underwear down until they pooled around her ankles. The tub managed to fit both of them, somehow, not that V complained. She still found it rather awkward to look at So Mi, instead opting for a blank spot on the wall. For a good moment, there was no sound, save for running water and the hum of the air conditioner. The peacefulness overwhelmed her senses, to the point she almost forgot that she would die, soon.

Yes, she had six months left, six months before her body failed and dragged her to the grave. The selfish part of her demanded an explanation on why she was wasting her time out here, trying to please someone whom she had to sacrifice her own chance of living for, but the selfless one—the stupid one really, found it rather comforting that she was able to show kindness, even when the world was ending for her. Then it led to another question: should she break the news to So Mi?

“What’s on your mind?” Brown eyes met hers in the dim light of the bathroom, full of worry and concern, and V knew the woman would only blame herself if she got a grasp on her situation. She had just escaped years of burdens, years of guilt; there was no way V could do this to her.

Or at least, the “good” part of her advised so.

“Just… thinking.” V swiped her hair back, feeling water trickling down the back of her neck. “A lot’s been happening and I haven’t had time to actually sit down and think about them, suppose.” Especially the part where I am dying and I’m not sure how to deal with that.

“You want to talk about it?” The offer was sincere, even without So Mi’s consciousness lingering inside her. How much should she talk without being too tightlipped or oversharing?

“Johnny and I, we parted on bad terms.” Bad terms was an understatement—she couldn’t recall their last talk without remembering that one last disgusted look he threw at her. More than just disgust, anger, disappointment, and betrayal were burning in his eyes, all at the same time. “I’m not sure how to deal with the knowledge that I failed him.”

“Because you trusted Arasaka?” inquired So Mi, and she nodded solemnly. “There are always strings attached when you run with corporations, we both know that,” V winced at the absolute fact that she knew but ignored all the time, “but in the end, it comes back to you: how do you feel about your choice?”

Like shit, she was tempted to answer so; however, she thought back to her options, of how most of those would have her putting her friends and acquaintances in danger. What were the chances that Panam couldn’t walk out of Arasaka Tower alive? Or Rogue? Or herself?

Or that one person she had promised to protect with her whole life, a long time ago?

“I think I chose right,” V admitted with a sigh. So Mi smiled then, fingers twirling a strand of her pink hair; it had grown longer since the last time they saw each other.

“There you have it.” She reached over to lay her hand on the younger woman’s shoulder. “Right doesn’t always feel good, but at least it’s your choice, not his, not a choice you made under his influence, either.”

But sometimes she wished he would have made that choice, instead of her. It was always easier to follow others than to follow her own way, or maybe she couldn’t escape her nature in the end.

The bath had turned cold by the time they left it, but something warm burned inside V’s chest; a tiny fire, made by So Mi, started its new life here and now, right at this moment.

“Turn that valve, and check if there is any soot inside.” Her father’s voice was rather static through the phone speaker, which shouldn’t have come as a surprise at all, considering how bad the signal was.

“Yeah, there is a little stuck in here,” replied V, stealing a glance at the pixelated image of the older man on the screen So Mi was holding. “Do I clean it?”

She dreaded the idea of their car breaking down in the middle of nowhere, but now that it came true, there wasn’t much she could do aside from hoping that her amateur mechanics skill would be enough to get them to the nearest garage. Her father turned to speak with someone else, likely one of his apprentices, before directing his attention back to her.

“Grab a napkin and use your finger. Something’s wrong with the fuel pipe probably, so this is just a temporary solution for now.” That made both of them wince; whatever happened with the car sounded critical and beyond their ability. Funny how defeated Night City’s rising mercenary and one of the world’s best netrunners were at doing such mundane work. “I should have taken a look at your vehicle by myself hadn’t my headache persisted. Told those kids they still had a lot to learn, and apparently I was right.” He huffed, and V could imagine those young mechanics sweating nervously while thinking of the upcoming berate.

“Well, it’s fine really. We’ll manage.” Even she didn’t believe her own words, but whatever to keep her father’s worry at bay. So Mi chimed in, a polite smile that would absolutely charm him plastering on her face.

“You already help us more than we can ask for.” It was impossible to read his expression with how bad the video quality was, but V assured herself that Song’s words probably had an effect on him somehow.

“Remember to call your mom later before you turn in for the night,” he reminded her, before hanging up, leaving both women heaving a sigh.

“Here to hope that heaven will bestow a lifesaver upon us,” V grunted and So Mi cackled, handing her a dry towel to clean her oil-covered hands.

Twenty-three miles later, with the clock barely hit eleven in the morning, they spotted what must have been a dozen pickup trucks and cars heading their way. So Mi shifted nervously in her seat, and V couldn’t help but mirror her action. Best case, it was just a normal nomad group; worst case, the Raffen Shiv had decided that they were the latest target, and the obvious solution was to fight their way out.

But that symbol on the flying flag tugged at the back of her hazy mind, a familiarity she couldn’t place. Something started with A, a place that had accepted her to be one of them.

“Pan!” V leaned out of the window, screaming at the top of her lungs. Poor So Mi was probably startled by the sudden reaction, but she would apologize later; right now, her eyes were squinting to catch sight of that figure returning her gesture. Unsurprisingly, she heard a response, the sound almost lost in the wind and sand of the desert.

“V you bastard!” Panam laughed, or cursed, or whatsoever, and her car skidded to a stop right next to theirs. She looked the same as V last saw her, with even more energy than usual. “What the Hell are you doing out there? Thought you and your city girl ass would never set foot out here?”

“Road trip,” the mercenary replied, motioning at So Mi awkwardly sitting next to her. “Panam, So Mi. So Mi, Panam, as known as the most natural asshole of Badlands.”

“That’s no way to refer to a lady, you rat!” She swatted at her shoulder, though that grin didn’t look like it would disappear any time soon. “Come, we are setting up camp soon. You and your friend should join us.”

“Not gonna say no to that,” V chuckled, waving at Mitch approaching them, “especially since we need a good mechanic to take a look at my car.”

Later, when they were following the Aldecaldos across the desert, So Mi finally spoke up, her gaze setting firmly on the younger woman as if she couldn’t believe whatever just unfolded in front of her.

“Interesting friends you have.” V only laughed at that, fingers drumming on the steering wheel. “How did you end up being friends with a nomad group?”

“Come on, I’ve done wilder things, and you never ask about them.” The pout elicited a smile from So Mi, who nudged at her teasingly in order to coax the story out of her, and it was not like she could deny the older woman if such a thing was possible in the first place. “I did what I’m best at: getting between family drama and, well, you know the rest.”

This time, it was So Mi who pouted at the vague answer; now that V had seen how cute she was, she felt like she should do this more often. Still, she offered an apologetic shrug, one hand scratching at her sweating nape.

“To be honest, a lot of my memories were jumbled as an effect of the Relic.” Her gaze softened at that, and V couldn’t help the sudden warmth rising in her chest. “So if you want the whole thing, it’s better to ask Panam, really.”

“So you had to go through it too.” A shiver.

“Not as bad as you.” She thought back to So Mi’s words in Dogtown. A snowflake lands on my glove. I can calculate its unique fractal structure, but what did my mom’s voice sound like? “It’s like, someone goes inside my home and puts everything in the wrong cabinets, instead of taking them away. And now I have to reorganize the whole thing.” If I can live until then.

“So listening to others should help you?” V twisted her lips in thoughts, before giving a firm nod.

“I guess? Only one way to find out.” Before she could return her full attention to driving, So Mi laid a hand on her arm, fingers curling around her wrist. Their eyes met, and she gulped, not sure what to expect at this moment.

“Just know that I’ll help you however I can, I promise.”

#am i insane? probably #sekaiswrite #cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #song so mi #songbird cyberpunk #songbird #cyberpunk 2077 v #songv #good lord i sat down and wrote 2k words #valerie phan #ship: broken cage #but like i made v as ambiguous as possible (?)#still have mention of hanako x v / glass sanctuary

27 notes · View notes

raplinesmoon · 2 years

Text

An Affair Of The Art (KNJ x F!Reader)

pairing: husband!Namjoon x reader genres/au/rating: fluff, slight angst, pg summary: One rainy day looking at art sets off a spiral of events Namjoon can’t control, leaving his heart for the taking

warnings: references to infidelity (no actual infidelity), references to PPD, dad!Joon (yes this is a warning)

word count: 1.3k

a/n: so I went to go look at art when it was raining today and saw so many kids with their parents, and then listened to Namjoon’s podcast which was a mistake bc the yearning is just at all all time high. please enjoy this self-indulgent piece. disclaimer: i’m not a mom, and have never experienced PPD, but i’ve known moms who did. my heart goes out to anyone who struggles with it, I’m sending you a big hug.

It starts when Dan-Bi is seven months old – but Namjoon never meant for it to happen in the first place. He can see the exhaustion seep into your bones, the light leave your eyes, how every day you become less and less like a person and more and more a machine that changes, feeds, burps. Being there for you had always been his solution, but even that doesn’t seem enough.

So one day, when you’re finally able to catch up on sleep, and he’s unwilling to rouse you from some well-needed rest, he settles on it. Slipping on his boots and sliding his rain jacket, he looks around him nervously before sending a hushed message to the other person in his life that it was time for them to get away for a bit, maybe at a nearby gallery.

And so he sets out on the rainy city streets, the anticipation making him shiver almost as much as the cold. It’s a prolonged journey, one where he stops in for cup of coffee, the hot liquid warming his frigid inside. Next he stops by the park, looking at the many families that travel along the lush green walkways, and his mind guiltily flashes back to you. It wasn’t your fault. You needed time to be yourself again, as did he.

When he finally steps into the warm gallery space, the hostess greets him with a flutter of her eyelashes, her gaze hungrily traveling to the way his plain t-shirt has soaked through, clinging to the muscles of her chest. Namjoon doesn’t indulge her. There’s only one person whose company he craves right now.

The stares of the other patrons burn into the back of his head when he rides up the elevator to the second floor, and he wonders if they know his secret - if they silently judge him for being here in this state right now, a fraud amongst them. Instead of dwelling on it, he shakes the rain from his hair and walks right out, never turning to look back.

His boots click against the tile floors, the echo bouncing off the walls as he wanders, searching, and searching until — he finds it. The vivid reds and pinks reflect onto the floor, creating an eerie glow to the harshly caricatured scene Guston portrays - Namjoon can’t stop staring.

A squeal startles him, and he jolts, looking around to see if anyone else heard it, but they all remain still, hyper-focused on the pieces in front of them. Sighing, Namjoon mentally prepares himself for the worst when he decides to investigate the source.

Only to come upon his daughter’s smiling face in the stroller, Dan-Bi looking up at him with wide eyes as she kicks her legs and squeals again, her eyes then squishing into the familiar crescent moons that mirror his own. Namjoon wonders what could have a barely year old baby so joyous in a space that she barely understands, but he freezes when he sees Dan-Bi look over at the painting he’d had his eyes trained on mere moments ago, her gaze equally as transfixed as her father’s.

Her fingers end up in her mouth as she slobbers, and Namjoon chuckles at how she drools over them, stroking her fine hair with a soft touch before he goes back to looking at it too. He couldn’t tell anyone how much time passed with the two of them looking at the piece. Maybe it was five minutes, maybe it was twenty, but Namjoon remains rooted to the spot, Dan-Bi’s protests and cries keeping him in place every time he moves the stroller. He leans to look at every brush stroke, every vibrant hue that blends into another, each thread on the canvas before turning to look at Dan-Bi’s tiny figure, fist smooshed into her cheek as she slumbers. That was enough to hold him over for now, and it was time to get back home to you.

And so began Namjoon’s affair of the art.

Over time, he sees you brighten, the changing of the seasons enough to bring you out of your shell, the former enthusiasm you had returning. You feel well enough to hold Dan-Bi without feeling pained and sorrowed, yet it hits you just how much your daughter has grown up in the past few months, her tiny delicate features becoming sharper and more refined, blending into the perfect amalgamation of you and your husband. And then the guilt settles in for missing so much of her life.

You weren’t naive - you’d woken up more than enough times to find Namjoon gone, Dan-Bi nowhere to be found in the house. After panicking the first few times, the bittersweet feeling set in when you realized they were gone, and you were here. You knew Namjoon meant well, intending for you only to rest, but it hurt that they were living on, while you remained stuck in the same place.

One day, when the trees begin to shed their flowers and the rainy skies melt into sunshine, you decide to follow behind them, slipping out no more than five minutes after they’d gone. Your footsteps take you to the art museum that Namjoon had taken you to on your first date, and you watch the security staff coo as he waves to them, walking in with Dan-Bi strapped to his shoulders.

Before you can stop him, you’re following behind, your haggard appearance and the bags underneath your eyes a sharp foil to your husband’s fit, healthy frame and Danbi’s adorable chunky thighs. You linger behind them on the stairs, Namjoon paying no mind to who’s behind him as he leads Dan-Bi into a gallery, this one full of works by the Impressionists, the soft colors and works transporting putting a smile on your face when you finally realize.

Monet was my first, he’d told you all those years ago. The Lunch.

Tears spring to your eyes when you see him holding up Dan-Bi to look at the water lilies splotched across the canvas, his gentle voice reassuring her to “look only, uri ttal, no touching”.

The choked sob that escapes is what gives you away, Namjoon and Dan-Bi turning to find you behind them, wet streaks streaming down your face.

“Baby,” Namjoon’s voice rumbles, his concerned eyes looking at your tired figure. “What are you doing here? You should be at home resting.”

“I thought you were having an affair,” you half sob, half cackle, and Dan-Bi squeals at seeing you, making grabby hands.

“Eom-a-ma-ma-ma,” she blubbers, and you take her from Namjoon, not caring for the stares of passerby that look at the strange scene, an oddly calm child with the mother in the midst of a meltdown.

“Are you for real?” Namjoon whispers, his arms coming around to wrap you in a hug. “___-ah, I would never. You have to know that. I love you.”

He curls you and Dan-Bi into him, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, before continuing on.

“I’ve been waiting months for the day you’d feel better, that you’d finally be able to join us. Dan-Bi is better company than I expected at the art museum - she doesn’t scream or cry, mostly just tries to destroy thousands of dollars of precious art by knocking into it or grabbing for it.”

“She’s just a baby,” you pout, cooing at her. “She’ll learn one day.”

“It’s nice to see you here with us,” Namjoon mumbles against you. “I missed you.”

“Thank you for waiting for me Namjoon,” you say to him. “Now, what do you say we go look at some more paintings? I know Appa is a fan of Monet, but I want our little raindrop to learn about the wonders of Degas.”

And you carry her away, Namjoon trailing behind you with a grin on his face. This affair for his heart may have ended, but a new one was just beginning.

a/n pt. 2: it’s fluffing szn idc about cuffing szn. As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜

345 notes · View notes

writing-whump · 9 months

Text

A wolf's heart

Continuation of this fic. Isaiah's is still sick, Matthew is helping him through the night. Contains a bit of emeto and chest pain.

Isaiah was in pain.

His chest felt tight for some days, but it kind of came and went, so he ignored it. That’s what you usually did with pain when you had a supernatural shadow taking it away. But this tightness was steady and hollow, like constant pressure under his breastbone and on his side and while it fluctuated during the day, it never quite went away.

It happened before. It actually happened often enough now Isaiah knew it came with too much raising and lowering his shadow for effect, and that it was becoming a weakness. A trademark way for his body to protest his shifting states. Or maybe longer lasting damage, a weak point he made to himself by his own hands.

He could accept that. But today was much worse. The tightness grew until it became a searing hot pain he was unable to ignore or think away. As if a white hot knife kept stabbing him into his heart, and the pain pulsed with his heartbeat, spreading to his jaw, neck, back, and arms. Traveling by nerve points, he guessed.

So Isaiah found himself at home, his white button up shirt sweated and clammy, heart pulsing with searing pain, short of breath and barely breathing. Not to mention his limbs felt like lead, pulling him with all the force of gravity down and every movement was a struggle. Changing positions was a gamble, because there was no logic in the pain spreading from his chest when he moved. And his mouth was flooding with these sour tastes and he was queasy without relief.

And the cherry on top? He couldn’t relax, because Matthew was there.

Currently watching him, fists helplessly clenched at his sides, a worried frown now etched on his forehead as if it could never go away.

Isaiah was sitting on the couch, legs spread out in front of him, leaning heavily against the backrest. Matthew stuffed pillows under his back, and the upright position helped a little, but Isaiah’s chest simply hurt, consistent and crushing and making his eyes close and open as he rode out each wave.

“Isaiah, what else can I do?” Matthew said, standing over him. He looked angry, but that was typical and Isaiah was learning to see the worry and concern hiding behind this particular furrow.

There was a bowl on Isaiah’s lap, because after three hours he wasn’t bringing up more aside bile, so Matthew gave up on the overbig trashbag.

But Isaiah found it quite reassuring, as a wave of pain crushed his chest and his breathing hitched. His stomach clenched in unison, not wanting to be left behind and soon enough bile shot up Isaiah’s throat. He went with the movements at this point, opening his mouth in time for the drool to drip down. The hot mouthful of the rest of his stomach lining splashed against the bowl. Matthew winced, stepping closer.

Isaiah panted and leaned his head back. The light of the living room stung his eyes, in stark contrast with the darkness behind the window. Was it midnight already? He wasn’t sure. His cheeks puffed out with a silent burp, which brought him no relief. Again.

He must have been dehydrating, because now a steady pounding in his temples joined the chorus of pain. But drinking anything, knowing his empty stomach was clenching and unclenching with force and any liquid would be taken as fuel was entirely unappetizing.

Isaiah felt Matthew’s gaze on him and cracked his eyes open. Matthew was peering into the bowl, but there was almost nothing to rinse out. The redhead sighed in frustration. “There must be something I can do, right?”

Isaiah cracked his eyes open and regarded him through the blurry film of his eyes. “Get me a bottle of water. I have small ones under the kitchen sink.” Better to have water close, if he decided to risk it. He didn’t mention a glass, cause he didn’t think he could hold one steadily, but a plastic bottle was easy to discard nearby.

Matthew shot out of the room immediately, happy to have something to do. They were both entirely bad at this. Matthew at taking care of someone, helpless, clumsy and clueless and Isaiah letting somebody assist him. Isaiah was used to suffering alone. That was the right way to bear pain, to handle it on your own, away from prying eyes sniffing at weaknesses. It was especially important for shadow wolves to look as strong as possible because their instincts made them attack. It was only natural.

So Isaiah was used to loneliness, even craved it at times like these. Having Matthew around, he had to bite back moans of pain, had to hold himself quiet as his body purged itself of every drop of nourishment or liquid, had to focus on breathing steadily, even though each breath added another jolt of pure hurt. He was just so tired. And he didn’t know what anyone could offer to lessen his discomfort. Years ago, maybe, he had taken care of his younger brother when he was sick - but they were boys and Isaiah hid from his father’s strictness, going behind his back to soothe the pain of the shadow he knew too well. He couldn’t turn away from Hector then. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t turn away from Matthew now.

The truth was, he pitied Matthew. With such a difficult personality an enormous shadow like his was a burden. Yes, Matthew could be strong, he could rival many of the packs in the city on his own, if he weren’t a danger to himself. His shadow was too big, eating at him, taking his concentration and willpower. That’s why Isaiah didn’t expect Matthew to figure out something was wrong with him, not to mention what. He expected him to be too busy focusing on himself, on his shadow. He didn’t consider Matthew capable of thinking, caring or putting things together. Didn’t expect to get attached, either.

Isaiah wasn’t looking for a pack. That he vehemently rejected, no matter what his father, his origin pack or his brother thought of the idea. He didn’t care how many people he would disappoint, how weird and alarming they found him, how risky he had made it for himself. This was his life and he was going to live it by his rules, not by the pack’s.

So he avoided enemies, rivals, equals - not that there were many running around. He didn’t let himself get dragged into their nets, working on the outside, bending the rules, testing his masks. But then Matthew came and Isaiah couldn’t stand idly without giving him a try. A chance.

Matthew came back with the small water bottle, sitting down on the edge of the couch. “Here, take this.” He looked him over worriedly, as if making a list of differences of Isaiah’s state before his one-minute absence. It pulled a corner of Isaiah’s mouth, watching that.

To his own surprise, Isaiah did believe Matthew. Masks were important for him, his suits, his apartment, even his personality - he had his roles and robes, illusions for everyone and every occasion. Illusions were crucial, more important than reality, because they could shape it. They had the potential to become it. People believed what they wanted to believe, what they wanted to make true. Isaiah always did just that - became one with the masks he wore, the ones he crafted and chose carefully according to impact and desired effect. He presented himself as he wanted to be until he became it.

Not Matthew though. Matthew wore his heart on his leather jacket, pinned down at the front. Volatile and impulsive? Sure. But never hiding, never controlling and suprisingly unapologetic about it. The base was anger and frustration, but he was living the range of all the rest as he discovered it.

Most people were just slaves to their desires, fears and instincts. Didn’t reflect or thing more ahead than the shortest way to pleasure, to self-interest and they usually weren’t even aware of this. They had a mask or two, not very well-crafted, using it to get what they wanted.

As Matthew studied him, helpless but concentrated, hands reaching out for a second, but not daring to touch all the way, Isaiah saw the earnestness. He had underestimated Matthew before and hard. Maybe Matt wasn’t just a pity case, someone to help find a better direction and discard. Maybe he could be someone even Isaiah could count on.

Matt uncapped the bottle and held it towards the sick man. Isaiah stared for a bit before slowly taking it, wincing slightly as his heart pulsed and blood rushed into his ears loudly. He took a small sip, savoring the cold water in his mouth before swallowing.

Matthew watched him like a hawk. “What else? Would human medication help? Tea? Air?”

Isaiah turned his head slightly, wanting to close the bottle, but Matt grabbed it out of his hands and closed it himself.

“...A cold compress. Take a clean towel… and dip it in water… and bring it over,” Isaiah instructed. His throat constricted and his chest freaking hurt and he was left breathless between the words, barely making them out.

Matt jumped into action immediately, taking record time to return, even with the faint noises of cursing and thumping of something from the bathroom. He got back, white towel in hand, question written on his face.

Isaiah sighed. “For my head. Just hand it over.” He wrapped the towel around his forehead and let it hang around his neck. The seeping cold felt soothing against his heated skin.

“You have a headache now too?” Matthew asked, rocking on his feet in surprise.

“Likely from all the vomiting. Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m not doing it right anyway,” Matthew grumbled, something small and sad in his voice, pacing the living room.

“You are doing fine. Don’t worry about it. And for hell’s sake, sit down.”

Matthew bit his lip, but sat down obediently beside the couch on the floor. Isaiah pushed the bowl away from his lap. His arms were so heavy and the movement shot out burning jolts into his arms. The black-haired man coughed, but despite the nausea swirling in his stomach with the sip of water, he was set on keeping it down.

His shirt was freaking stuck to his skin with sweat and grime and for the moment he felt good enough to realize it in full. He grimaced, but there was no way he was going to change his clothes. Not in front of Matthew. The suit jacket he gave up, but the shirt was his last line of defense, a reminder of dignity and the illusion of control. Of something not claimed by this ridiculous weakness. Who knew, maybe Matthew would realize soon this wasn’t just healing on its own, not all the way, as Isaiah claimed.

The suit pants were digging into his stomach though and it felt tender and puffed out now with that pathetic sip of water. He really really wished he could get rid of them.

“Isaiah? Zaya? Hey, man, talk to me.” Matthew patted his leg gently. Somehow all too tuned into his every move.

Isaiah hesitated. He just felt so tired and nauseated and his stomach freaking hurt, the pain radiating from his chest into his entire body. Damn these fucking clothes. “Could you…help me to my room?”

“You want to lie down? Sure, man, but won’t it be harder to breathe for you there? Though you wanted to sit…”

“Not-...” Isaiah had to take a deeper breath to finish, “that. I just want to change…” he tugged helplessly at his shirt, grey and splotchy.

Matthew stared at him for a long second before realization lit his eyes and he surged to his feet. “For real? And you are asking me that now? After almost 5 hours?! You should have just changed into something comfy right when we got here!”

Isaiah grimaced and hid half his face in his palm. Somehow he hoped Matthew would give up or Isaiah would find him a good excuse to leave, to send him somewhere, just anywhere, where he would have found a free moment to change properly.

“Okay. I see you are overthinking this. And I’m not thinking enough. So obvious. Damn it all.” Matthew stalked out of the living room. Isaiah lifted himself up in a panic, wanting to follow, but shifting on the couch made him gasp in pain and he fell back immediately.

Matthew returned not a few breath lengths later, shaking out a pair of pajama pants and a loose shirt. “Here. Don’t fucking get a heart attack for having to change in front of me. Hell.”

Isaiah braced himself and with closed eyes, panting for air, started to unbutton his shirt with shaky fingers. He guessed what would come next and he hated it. But Matthew only rolled his eyes, sitting on the edge of the couch beside him and leaning in to work on the buttons himself. He got him out of the shirt in no time, throwing it on the floor. Pants Isaiah could unzip just fine, thanks, but Matthew peeled them off of him.

Then he actually helped him put the pajama shirt on. Thankfully it had no buttons, just loose black cotton with short sleeves. The pants could have been an awkward moment, except Matthew was so matter-of-fact and irritable Isaiah didn’t dare to protest. The wave of relief at having his comfortable fresh pajamas on was indescribable. Isaiah didn’t realize what a giant difference even such a small thing made when everything hurt.

His stomach was churning, but with much less urgency. Isaiah got his towel back against his head and leaned back again. Matt stayed beside him, his shoulder almost touching his, grumbling. Isaiah let his eyes fall shut. Despite the crushing weight on his chest and the tremors in his limbs, he hoped for sleep, Matthew’s shoulder just an inch away, if he leaned against it.

#emeto #sickfic #emetophilia #hurt/comfort #vomiting #whump writing #emeto writing #werwolf #bromance #comfort #werewolf wip #my writing #this is coming in quick #couldn't wait to write this once I got the idea #enjoy the first look into Isaiah's pov :D #Isaiah

27 notes · View notes