A cautionary tale observed from the outside;
There is a youtuber I used to watch. They mostly did reviews on fictional media which I will not specify. Now and again they would mention a difficult childhood in a passing sentence while reviewing things.
At some point, their reviews on completely fictional stories started getting laced with bitter resentment and cynical comments about US politics, global warming, homophobia, sexism, literally a bingo card of topical issues. It made their content rather unpleasant to listen to. Because you would click on to hear their thoughts about characters and story only to be smacked with a lot of 'well we're all doomed because the planet is fucked and everybody hates us' nihilism.
Then they did some self reflection, and they came to the realisation that they were queer. And the difficult childhood came into better focus for them as did the large amount of self loathing. But then something happened.
That self loathing turned to anger. But not in a constructive way. and instead of coming to terms with who they were, they instead merely turned this childhood desperation for love into purposeful instigation of the audience.
"If the world will not love me then I will have its hate" this person seemed to say.
And they reviews became.... incredibly toxic. Anger, resentment, open hostility to the audience, purposefully instigating and daring their audience to hate them and get angry at them. Constantly picking fights. Constantly "Come at me! I dare you to start something with me in the comments! If you are x y and z then I hope you die in a fire!"
And so, people unsubbed. Because why wouldn't you? Who wants to watch someone who is constantly insulting you and daring you to fight with them all the while reminding you "the earth is fucked" and "humantiy is awful" when all you wanted to know is what their opinion was on x piece of media. I wasn't one of the early unsubbers however. It takes a lot for me to unsub from someone mostly because I am lazy.
And then this youtuber started a new road of "haha look how much your hatred fuels me!" Because suddenly their videos became;
"Ever since I came out as queer my sub count has been dropping rapidly. This is to be expected because the world is full of BIGOTS and the ALT RIGHT. So of course me coming out as queer is why my subs dropped! It just proves how RIGHT I am in saying people suck and the world is an awful place!"
.....that's when I unsubbed from them.
I don't know what the lesson is here. Other than I tend to be cautious when I recognise this kind of "I'm such a victim despite doing NOTHING wrong!" behaviour from others.
And it finally taught me to recognise that looking for hate because you realised you cannot get love is a lateral move in recovery, not progress. And it is not self worth in any way because you are still relying on outside opinion to make yourself feel like you have worth. You've just switched where you're getting validation from for an easier source with a better guarantee.
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Me rewatching True Detective, fully knowing of the fact that I'm incapable of being normal abt anything, and finding myself getting increasingly more insane about it as the days go on: ah look it's consequences of my actions
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i get vagued for the weirdest shit
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HSJFKDKSK I MISS PLAYING FFXIV
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Jujutsu Kaisen Men + How they'd moan w/audios.
Tw - dirty talk, assplay in Suguru's, daddy kink in Nanami's, (Got a bit carried away in the geto one haha) also not proofread cause I got tired.
A/n this was requested so tysm to the person that requested it but a part of it is kinda a repost because I've already done something similar before but I hope you guys like it! Gojo, Geto, Toji, Choso, Nanami
Gojo Satoru
This is how Gojo sounds when he's close. (Ik this because he fucked me before so you can trust me on this)
He's very loud when he fucks you and he'd also whisper a lot of nasty shit to your ears while he's rutting his hips inside you, fucking you deeper into the bed while he has your legs over his shoulders, hissing and groaning at the way your tight cunt sucks him in so well, while your sinking your freshly manicured nails that he paid for into his back, decorating it with angry red marks and when he's close he'd be panting and breathing heavily on top of you, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead onto you from how much he's been fucking you.
"Fuckfuckfuck gonna fill you up so good baby, m'gonna stuff you so full of my cum, bet you'll like that yeah?".
Geto Suguru
This is how Suguru sounds while you're riding him in cowgirl position, he has a clear view of the way his cock slides into your soaked cunt every time you bounced on it, he just can't take his eyes off of it, the way your cunt would swallow his cock in and the way your ass jiggles every time you moved your hips, it was so hot. One thing that really caught his eye though was the way your asshole looked so neglected and desperate to be filled, he thought this would be the perfect opportunity to try something.
he spat on his right thumb, making sure to gets his spit all over it to use as lube before circling it around your hole, spreading his spit all around it then sinking his thumb slowly into the tight rim. He hisses as he felt how tight your ass was, clammed around his finger. He noticed how you started slowing down, and how your moans got so much louder, he lands a sharp slap on your ass. "Fuckkk sweetheart k-keep going, Fuck yeah, keep bouncing on my cock, yesss that's it, don't worry princess I'll make you feel s'good". He groans, feeling your cunt fluttering and cleaching around his cock.
He starts thumbing your ass, fucking his finger in and out of you matching your rhythm. "Holy fuck need you to cum, Be a good girl and cum f'me yeah?". He hisses, feeling you thrusting your hips faster and faster onto him, your brain gets all fuzzy and blank it was too much, both of your holes were getting stuffed and penetrated. You start feeling yourself getting closer and closer as you bounced yourself on top of him. "F-fuck sugu gonna cum, M'gonna cum!" you cried out. "Go ahead, cream on my cock baby you can do it fuckk", and that's all you needed to hear before you came undone, creaming all over his cock, rings of your nut appearing at the base of his cock, his thumb still buried in your ass to the hilt. He lets out a loud groan, looking at how your creamy cunt covered in cum. "Good fucking girl, see the mess you made on my cock baby?".
Toji Fushiguro
This is how he sounds when he's close, he doesn't really make that much noise while he's fucking you, maybe you'd earn a few groans and grunts once in a while because of your cunt but most of the time it's just dirty talk.
But when he's close, he gets so much louder and faster, he picks up his pace, hammering into you harder from behind while your face is buried into the pillow beneath you and landing harsh slaps onto the soft flesh of your ass while looking down to watch it jiggle everytime he thrust his hips against you. the sound of his cum filled balls that's waiting to be emptied inside your little cunny, slapping against your clit filling the room with each thrust along with your muffled moans. Your cunt was clamping around him like crazy because one thing about Toji, he always fucks you so good every damn time.
"Holy fucking shit, tight little cunt milking my cock so well, you gonna give me another kid baby or what?".
Choso Kamo
This is how he'd moan while you're on your knees sucking his cock and he's getting close; he'd be whimpering and moaning loudly while saying stuff like "pleasepleaseplease m'so close don't stop please" with tears prickling from his eyes while he's looking down at you. He begs you alot and he's also really sensitive so that makes him moan and whimper even more.
Nanami Kento
This is how he sounds when he's ramming his cock up into your poor messy cunny in his work office, purposely molding your tight hole into the shape of his thick girth as his large beefy hands gripping onto the back your thighs to hold your legs up into a full nelson-type positon but the difference is that he's sitting down and your back is leaning against his board chest.
His thrusts was hard and fast as he continues feeding your greedy tight cunt with his fat cock, loud pants and groans escaping his lips at the way your cunt tightens around his cock while he stretches you out. "Hah- oh fuckk such a good little slut, taking daddy's cock so well, s'good f'me baby". His deep and husky voice made you throbbing around his cock while he ruins you.
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asking them to marry you on over the phone (unironically)
warnings - cursing, but that should be it.
genre - crack, fluff, bf!enhypen x fem!reader, established relationship au
wc - 1.1k
inspired by ‘you’re here that’s the thing’ by beabadoobee
yang jungwon
was stunned
actually thought he was having a heart attack for a second
he was doing something as simple as eating his gummies when you suddenly blurted out
"oh god- marry me."
man nearly choked on his gummy
more under the cut :))
"EXCUSE ME??"
if you were joking that was a bad idea cause he is fully prepared to marry you right that second >:(
either way, he's flattered
he thinks its honoring that you feel comfortable enough to say that
eventually you convince him to stop freaking out (it took way too long)
but even then, it still makes the heat rush to his face
thankfully it was just on facetime, so you couldn't see the red at the tips of his ears too much
he knows he's down bad fr 😋😋
lee heeseung
on the other hand mr i'm so confident on stage was like a little puddle
genuinely thought he heard you wrong at first
he was just sitting there zoning out for like two minutes and finally snapped out of it when he heard you say
"just marry me, you dork."
you thought it was funny lol 😎😎
probably should have thought that through cause you just messed up his heart with two words
"w-wait did you just- what did you say?!"
poor hee was so confused
"idk what did i say..."
"YOU SAID MARRY ME IDIOT"
"oh yea lol"
"FUCK YOU YOU CANT JUST SAY THAT"
he was a tad bit mad
just a little
literally walked over to your place so he could give you hugs and kisses 😤
park jay
he's been ready for this moment his entire life
literally got mad cause he wanted to say it
it ended with you having to beg him to stop talking
jay was cooking for the boys with you on facetime cause he was bored and everyone else would get in his way
so he gave you a call and you ended up staying on a call with him for over two hours
but the second he started tasting his food like the gourmet chef he is👌👌
suddenly he heard some of the best words he'll ever hear in his life
"ughhh- when we get married will you cook for me?"
poor baby whipped his head around so fast he almost broke it
"WHAT?? NOW?? BUT WERE ON THE PHONE AND- HEY YOU TOOK MY JOB I WAS SUPPOSED TO ASK YOU!!"
at this point you were staring at your phone with a blank stare
"what."
"you said marriage. you're stuck with me you can't leave me haha sucks for you."
"its ok i didnt want to anyway." 😊
whoops you just killed him with a smushy heart
sim jaehyun
he screamed
long story short, he almost fainted and quite literally did that "mrs rabbit has fainted" thing
the two of you were folding your own laundry together on facetime because, well, he gets lonely
obviously you said yes, because why wouldn't you??
"you look so cute and domestic, i love it. i could marry you this second if i could."
took him a couple of seconds
but eventually your words processed through his head and he SCREAMED
"THIS SECOND??"
"mhm!! you look cute." 😚
another puddle guess what you're the mop. come wipe up your jake puddle babe
he laid on the floor for a solid five minutes just processing.
anyway now hes at your house still a little jake puddle and he's making you watch movies with him on the couch.
park sunghoon
he was ready 🫡🫡
hoon got the phone and everything. he was ready to make the call to all the family
but obviously before that he took it a TINI TINY bit seriously
a tini tiny bit
basically it was morning and he was on tour so he was sad and alone (besides sunoo who was just offended that he even said that)
babe started drinking water until he heard
"i miss you a lot. when we get married, you're not aloud to do this to me."
spit water out of his mouth
it was kinda gross but did he care? no.
"MARRIED?? WHO SAID I WAS GETTING MARRIED TO YOU??"
he's a little mean when he's flustered ok?
"PARK SUNGHOON I'LL-"
"wait, you wanna get married to me? really??"
if you could slap him in the face you would, but truth is he was flattered.
he would marry you any day 💘💘
kim sunoo
also went along with it
you were going through all the snacks you found at the market with sunoo over facetime
to say the least he was just excited you were excited
"i got this thingy, and im not really sure what it is but it looks good."
the call went on with you eating the snacks and reviewing
"WAIT THIS IS SO GOOD SUN YOU HAVE TO TRY THIS SOMETIME."
"ill try it sometime then."
"we have to get it together and maybeeee you can buy it??"
"ill buy you any snacks you want, my love." 😋
"ugh marry me already."
SELF DESTRUCTION
"ANYTIME"
next time you go over to his place he had a little toilet paper boquet for you 😊😊
STOP I LOVE HIM
nishimura riki
my babe fr
another one who was a little too confident
you were on a ft with him late at night just for funsies
honestly the two of you were just messing around while eating snacks and making little crafts
anyway he was like quite literally about to fall asleep and he looked SO DAMN CUTE
like his eyes about to close and his lip is getting all pouty and UGH-
"night, ki"
"nooo i'm not asleep don't leave meeeee"
"lol you're so cute just marry me"
EYES ARE SHOT WIDE OPEN MAN HAS NEVER BEEN MORE AWAKE IN HIS LIFE
"married huh?? you're really that obsessed with me"
huh- OH WAIT THAT WAS A JOKE THO"
"NOT ANYMORE BABE IT'S REAL NOW"
aaaaaaand again you're stuck 😋😊
i literally love him sm
©harufluff 2023
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𝑴𝑰𝑫𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑭𝑰𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵. 🌠 ⋅˚₊ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅
── ♡︎ ˚. ꒰ pairing ꒱ ˒˓ Jungkook x f!reader ˒˓ best friends to lovers au genre/tags: fluff, (some) angst, smut, a lot of this is narrated in jk’s perspective, mutual pining (they’re both so dumb and oblivious of each other’s feelings), oc really likes the color pink and girly thingss, it is implied that oc is much shorter than jk, mentions of periods, dry humping, fingering/finger sucking, spanking, piv, unprotected sex (are we surprised atp ?), slight dom!jk, lots of praising bc i’m a simp for that, creampiee words: sooo this was supposed to be only 2-3k words and when i was done it became 6.2k so yeah 😅
[ note ] the title of the fic is inspired by the song midnight fiction by illit ! it’s such a good song and was listening to it while writing most of this haha .
There was no exact ‘eureka’ moment for him that made him realize when he started falling for you, it just sort of …happened. He’s bottled these feelings inside for years, buried them so deep underground that there’s no way you could possibly detect his true infatuation for you. Jungkook was willing to keep this little secret to himself for as long as he lived, though tonight— he was seemingly ready to risk it all. His posture stilled atop of your canopy bed, silently watching as you step back into the dimly lit room, with only a pink towel clad around your torso. It should’ve been like any other normal day, simply going back to whatever else he was doing; but he couldn’t take his eyes off you for a second, not when you’re looking like this.
So pretty . . . . So perfect . . . Angelic . . .
His thoughts were scattered all over the place, none of them were making a lick of sense, but one thing he knew for certain was that you’re the most precious doll he’s ever seen. Almost every other girl he used to date (attempts at distracting himself of his feelings) were miles behind you, no one’s come nearly as close to having such a deep, long-lasting bond with him as he does with you. So he just gave up on dating overall, he’s been single for two and a half years now and is loving every bit of it. You on the other hand, you’re always jumping to the next relationship, never being single for more than a month or two, which is honestly insane to him but he gets it from the guy’s perspective— who wouldn’t want to date you?
He’s thought about telling you many times before, but it’s never been the right time. Though there really is no ‘perfect’ time to even confess something like that, he just doesn’t want it to be a situation where things can get misinterpreted. Jungkook’s the type of person that leaves no room for error in any of his plans, if there’s even a slight chance you might say no, he won’t risk the rejection. It’s better off to keep hopelessly chasing this dream he’s pictured so vividly in his mind, instead of having it all vanish once he reveals the truth. Everyone has skeletons in their closet, but it’s gotten progressively more difficult not to confront them every time he’s around you.
Maybe in another life you could be his girlfriend, somewhere in an alternate reality where you’re happily together and living in a fancy apartment as a beautiful couple. At least that’s what he hopes for.
You’re so pretty it physically hurts, only causing him more stress and inner turmoil from staring at you for so long. He wants to thank your parents for creating such a masterpiece, you really are everything he wants in a woman. If this were a cartoon his eyes would’ve been filled with nothing but hearts and practically jumping out from his sockets. It’s literal torture, internally fighting the urge of coming clean and the possibility of losing a 10+ year friendship with you was soon beginning to deem itself worth it; if that means he’s able to bury his face between your thighs at least once in his lifetime. He’s fantasized about having you like that in more ways he can count, this is kind of pathetic but… he’s secretly jealous of all the chairs you’ve ever sat on because that should be him instead! >:(
As you walk over to your wardrobe, which was neatly organized and arranged in order by color/pattern; mostly consisted of pink, florals, pastels, anddd more pink. You grab one of the t-shirts from your drawers that wasn’t your usual style, it was a black tee with a Stüssy logo on the side, looks awfully familiar to him… He thinks he’s about to have a heart attack once you finally slip the towel off your body, bearing it all in front of him— though you were wearing a cute set of undies. You pull the shirt over your head while slightly jumping up to shimmy into the garment, the way your cute tits would bounce as you did it made his cock involuntarily twitch. It really doesn’t make sense why he’s acting like a teenage boy going through puberty again, he’s seen you half naked before, many times actually. But for some reason right now, he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off your figure, every part of you is a work of art, created by design to drive him into a further dilemma.
He is so royally fucked . . . .
That oversized t-shirt you put on had completely swallowed your frame, practically a dress on you. Jungkook finds it the most adorable when you wear clothes that are clearly too big for you— not to mention the juxtaposition of your outward femme appearance contrasting with the black makes him want to attack your face with kisses so badly. You two don’t have the most conventional relationship either, you cuddle up with each other almost every time you hang out, have made out on multiple occasions (albeit you both were drunk but still), and almost hooked up before in the past, but he’s completely sober now and all he can think about is what it’s like to have you on top of him at this very moment.
Jungkook really wishes he were sedated right now, just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse for his already deteriorating mental state. Now stood in front of your vanity, staring back at your reflection while placing some tiny star-shaped clips in your hair , you accidentally dropped one of them, making you bend over to scramble to find the small accessory. He really shouldn’t look but it’s so damn tempting, sneaking a peak underneath the hem of your shirt to get a glimpse of your cute butt— wishing his hands were spanking it ‘til it’s all bruised and red. The panties you wore were pink of course, trimmed with lace and a singular word embroidered on the back, ‘Sunday’. He was sure he knew everything about you, but this little newfound information that you own days of the week underwear is making him question all morality.
You’re fucking killing him . . .
Finally, you make your way over to the bed, using the step stool that’s put aside since your king-sized bed is far too high to climb on top of. Jungkook never has issues with that though since he’s a lot taller than you and is always helping you grab something from higher cabinets that you struggle to reach even whilst standing on your tippy toes. Crawling to your side of the bed, you still don’t say anything to him, just sitting with your knees facing up to your chin and holding one of the plush bunnies that adorned your cute set up.
The silence doesn’t bother him at all, he’s used to having days where the both of you don’t need to talk, just simply enjoying each other’s company was enough in itself. There wasn’t much awkwardness between you, even after those times you’ve kissed while drunk you two would continue on as if nothing ever happened. He knows there’s no way you feel remotely the same way he does, which is why he’s never brought up an issue with it— deep down though, he hates it. Hates that he’s only able to kiss you only when you’re intoxicated and not the in the right state of mind, hates that it hurts so much to keep being friends with you when he wants so much more… It just wasn’t fair in his eyes.
“Is that mine?” Jungkook ultimately decided to be the one to say something, a small inquiry about the shirt you chose to wear.
You giggled under your breath, “maybe, maybe not…” Never failing to provide him with vague answers, another reason why he gets so many mixed signals from you.
“It’s definitely mine, you’d never buy something like that.” He shoots back, calling your bluff almost immediately. There isn’t a single black item in your closet, unless it’s a design or a secondary color on something that’s mostly pink. Probably knows you better than you do by now.
Huffing at his response, still refusing to tell the truth, you combat his little remark. “You don’t know what I buy!”
Now it’s his turn to laugh, the fact you think he can’t see through your obvious act says it all. “Actually I do, you either shop at that brandy store, Victoria’s Secret, and your newest obsession: Liz Lisa.”
Well damn, he really does know you like the back of his hand. It’s almost scary how much knowledge he’s specifically retained of you over the years. Whenever he drops some random fact about you that you’ve only said maybe once or twice in passing never ceases to catch you by surprise still.
“Okay Mr. Keeps Tabs on Every Little Thing I do,” you tease him for the millionth time, always enjoying how fun it is. “I also thrift half my clothes too!”
He nods, “Right, how could I forget that… I still owe you a thrift and Boba date because I had to work that one time.” A sudden remembrance of you being all sad he couldn’t hang out with you two weeks ago made him want to desperately make it up to you.
You hummed in response, wrapping yourself in one of your cozy Sherpa blankets that decorated your bed sheets, fishing for your TV remote so you can finish watching some documentary on Netflix. Since you have a huge bed, there’s a lot of empty space between the you two of you, he felt like you were so far away from him, wanted to get closer. In order to get his way he usually resorts to whining about it, making you feel guilty and eventually giving in. It’s worked consistently for a decade now.
“Why’re you all the way over there? Can you come closer please?” Jungkook tries his best to ask nicely, hoping that you’ll let him cuddle with you tonight.
You shook your head, “Not right now Koo, sorry.” Going back to the screen in front of you, he feels slightly offended that you denied his polite request. Why were you being so moody all of a sudden?
“Really? You don’t wanna cuddle up next to me? Hmm fine… be that way then.” He wanted to act like he didn’t care but failed miserably, pouting as if he’s a child who’s about to throw a tantrum.
“Don’t give me that look, I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not working,” you weren’t falling for his continuous tricks, having seen them all by now. “Plus you smell like ciggies.”
“So? Not anything you aren’t already used to.” He shrugs, seeing that as an invalid reason for refusing his cuddles. “But if you want me to go shower real quick then I can?” If that means you’ll say yes then he’ll do whatever it takes at this point.
Normal friends usually don’t lay up in bed with each other as if they’re a couple, so this conversation is already a bit odd to begin with, but that’s just the dynamic of your relationship, and it’s been doing just fine for this long so why change it now? Some may not understand it but it’s not for everyone to get anyway, which is probably why none of his past relationships worked out because his exes always felt in competition with you. It seemed as if you came first before any of them, they never stood a chance up against you, he was always going to choose you as his number one companion.
You shift a bit under the blanket, sinking yourself into the memory foam mattress. “Nooo, I’m just teasin’ but I’m already so comfy in this position so it’s too late for cuddles nowww.”
“If you aren’t gonna come to me, then I’ll just go to you.” Jungkook’s tired of these games you’re playing with him, how you can act so hot and cold with him at times. One minute you’re all up under him and the next you want nothing to do with him.
He quickly moves beneath your pink covers to inch closer, wrapping his arms around you, not caring that you try and whine in a mini protest. This was all he’s ever wanted, just to feel you in his embrace for the night, getting a whiff of your strawberry milkshake body wash that he’s grown so attached to. Your skin feels so soft against the firmness of his chest, there’s no place he’d rather be than here with you right now.
“So… Jaehyun broke things off with me already,” you bring up out of nowhere, recanting your events from earlier. “He said its better off that we just stay “friends” or whatever the hell that means, feel stupid for even thinking I had a chance..” you sigh heavily. Yet another failed situationship that’s done nothing but waste your time, taking pity upon yourself for always falling for the wrong guys. The hopeless romantic in you can never see the blatant red flags that are shown right in front of your face.
“Wanna see the texts? Look,” you pull out the evidence, shoving the phone directly in his face so he can read the messages. He turns away from it though, frowning at the idea of why someone would want to mislead you in such a conniving way. You shouldn’t have to deal with these sorry, weak excuses of men when he can be all you need and more.
Jungkook never saw Jaehyun as the type to settle down anyway, he even told you that numerous times, but you’d dismiss it as him being too “overprotective” of you, which he was to some degree— but he just knows when something isn’t right.
“I’d rather not put myself in a bad mood for the rest of the night reading that dumb shit.” He declines on reading the messages but you don’t let him off the hook that easily.
“Ahh c’mon you’re no fun! ‘Kay fine, I’ll just read ‘em to you instead,” giving him no choice but to listen, you began reading in the worst deep voice you could, attempting to mock the way Jaehyun speaks. “Hi y/n, I’m sorry but I don’t think this is going to work out between us anymore, I’m a guy with needs so it’s only natural that I expect a lot of sex from you which you barely put out if I’m being honest. Things just aren’t as exciting as they were in the beginning and I’m starting to feel like—“
“I’ve heard enough, don’t wanna hear anymore.” He cuts you off mid sentence, uninterested in this whole fiasco.
You jut your bottom lip out, upset that you aren’t getting the support from your own best friend. He’s being a meanie for no reason, it’s so unlike him. “But I haven’t even got to the best part yet!”
“I said that’s enough.” Jungkook reinforces himself, coming off more serious than before.
“Ugh… whatever,” you roll your eyes in discontent, fidgeting with your hands in your lap. “I was trying to make light of this situation ‘cause I didn’t want it to put a damper on my day… but it does hurt y’know? I’m always choosing the wrong ones.. I’ll never find a guy who truly loves me for me…” This sad revelation hit you harder than you thought it would, succumbing to the fact no one will ever treat you like the princess you desire to be.
“I’m right here y/n.” He tries to remind you of what this could be, but at the same time he knows you never take him seriously.
You giggle once again, “well duh, you’re supposed to love me Koo, you’re my best friend.”
Bingo. He was right, knowing you all to well, but he decides to test this theory out and push it even further.
“What if I told you I wanted to be more than just your best friend?”
You laugh so hard that a tiny snort came out, to which you became super embarrassed about, but Jungkook secretly loves when you do that because it’s so endearing. “Good one Koo, stop trying to make me laugh so much tonight! You’re on a roll.”
“I’m being dead serious, tired of you always thinkin’ this is some twisted joke.” He’s not finding any of this a laughing matter, and you shift in his hold to face him, looking in his eyes to catch any ounce of sincerity in them.
“Have you been drinking? Seriously, I won’t get mad but this isn’t funny anymore. You can cut it out now.” You’re tired of men playing with your emotions, it’s bad enough you’ve already had to deal with Jaehyun but now your best friend is acting really weird seemingly out of nowhere.
Jungkook went silent for a good minute, debating on how he should even answer, but the fact you think he has to be drunk in order to confess something as serious of a magnitude as this only makes him want to prove you even more wrong.
“First of all, no I’m as sober as can be. Second, do you think I find this funny? I may have a sick sense of humor sometimes but I wouldn’t go this low. I love you y/n, I can’t stress enough how much you mean to me. You’re all I think about, I can’t even look at other girls the way I look at you, there’s no comparison. It’s either you or nothing, I really don’t care about anyone else.”
You blink a few times to register all of what he’s saying, but it still doesn’t seem real to you. Even while he’s holding you close, looking at you with a straight face and candor of his actions with both your limbs tangled up in the sheets— it’s still not clicking for you. He can’t believe he just admitted to all of this out loud but truthfully, it’s like a heavy weights been lifted off his chest, finally freeing himself of this mental prison he’s locked hisself in for so many years. If you say no he’ll ultimately have to accept it, though he won’t let you go just yet.
A subconscious thought in your mind led you to do something you might regret later, but you weren’t thinking that far ahead. Turning around completely so you can straddle his lap with your palms rested on top of his shoulders, your French tip manicure looks so pretty splayed against the dark, yet strikingly beautiful art on his skin. He’s always shirtless around you, it shouldn’t come as a shock to know that your best friend has a really nice body. Though you never paid much attention to it until now, fully taking in all his exquisite features, he’s honestly unreal. You had no idea what to do with yourself, how to go about this, so you froze up, staring at him innocently while batting your lashes. Jungkook thinks this might be the cutest he’s ever seen you, sitting on top of his lap in his t-shirt and gnawing on your bottom lip out of nervousness. You don’t even have to try to be adorable, it just flows naturally within you.
“Do you really mean that…” your voice became shakier as you spoke, feeling light headed all of a sudden, “please, don’t lie to me.”
He really wants to kiss you, wants to show you how much he means it instead of telling, he’ll wait just a bit longer, he’s got the whole night to prove why he’s been the one for you all along. A decade’s worth of yearning has all come down to this moment, it’s only fair that he relishes in it as much as he can.
“Cross my heart, y/n. Swear I’d never lie.” His fingers trail down the curves of your body, exploring the depths and contours of you. There was no reaction when he plays with the hem of your (his) shirt, fumbling with the fabric to slide his hands underneath, you just continue staring into his richly colored irises, a surge of white heat electrifies your insides.
What solicits you to react, is the next action he chose to do. Coming so close in contact with your face that your lips were merely centimeters from each other’s, his warm breath sent your spine tingling, internally begging for more. “Why do you date these assholes when I can give you everything you deserve?” He tilts his head as he asks, finally voicing how fed up he is with you and all your boy problems. You shouldn’t have to subject yourself to this kind of treatment, he’s going to make sure that you’ll never go through another disappointment again in life.
“You can?” Voice so low it was but a whisper, seeking the extra reassurance by answering his question with another question.
“Mhm..” he mumbles against you, bringing his attention elsewhere to hover his lips down your neck, every little thing he does feels like it’s running in slow motion, it’s almost unbearable. “And so much more baby…” you let out the most desperate moan when he finally pressed his lips onto your skin. Without even thinking, you began grinding your clothed core against the growing bulge in his sweatpants, eyes rolling back from the subtle pleasure and friction.
It feels so good. Too good to ever stop. You think you’re about to burst, these innate feelings you’re experiencing all at once are too intense. Your bodies clash together seamlessly, fitting into one another like a missing piece of a puzzle. Perfect symmetry.
He nibbles on the taut flesh of your neck, leaving faint love bites whilst planting a series of kisses. Sucking in a breath once both his hands reach up higher, cupping your boobs to caress them in each palm. You don’t think someone’s ever made you feel this amazing before, and it’s barely even started yet. To think this is what you’ve been missing all along makes you even more frustrated how you gone this whole time without doing anything. You can’t wait to have his cock in you by the end of this night, often daydreaming about getting fucked by him when you’re alone, even fingering yourself to the thought of him at times. Some may think it’s weird to masturbate at the thought of having sex with their best friend, but that was pretty much the only way you could get yourself to cum, it was so easy to reach your orgasm while thinking of Jungkook. That’s what you were almost achieving now, but you stop. The realization of something else hits you, causing you to still all movement.
You shake your head, condemning these actions. “No- we shouldn’t. We can’t do it right now…”
Jungkook looks back at you confused as ever, “Why? Everything okay?” It just doesn’t seem plausible for you to suddenly change this drastically, you had to be holding something back.
You went quiet, not really knowing how to answer but also wanting to be upfront and honest. “It’s just… I- I just got off my period yesterday…” you don’t understand why you’re so embarrassed to say that, it’s normal and almost every girl goes through it. All you want to do is hide your face in your hands, unable to face him anymore.
He appreciates your honesty but at the same time he couldn’t help but chuckle, finding your worries to be the least of his. That didn’t seem like a total dealbreaker in his eyes, besides, a little blood has never scared him anyway.
“Oh I see,” he nods at your concern, “guess I’ll just have to be extra gentle with you then?” He proposes with a lustful smirk, showing no sign of repulsion by anything you said.
You’re surprised he was still down to do this. Most guys you’ve encountered this type of situation with would be grossed out by it but he embraced it with opens arms right away. It didn’t matter to him because it’s you, he’s wanted this for far too long that he wasn’t going to let this tiny obstacle rain on his parade. He wants to fuck you in his t-shirt and have you moaning his name into the pillow all night, a reoccurring fantasy that’s kept him up for hours, fisting his cock at the thought of your pussy swallowing him whole. Jungkook forces you to look at him by prying your hands away, replacing them with his to cup your chin. His lips crash with yours, making you immediately melt into his hold once again, a newfound confidence awakens in you, losing the uneasiness from before.
He tastes so good. Like cherry cola lip balm (you gifted it to him), a hint of tobacco and faint undertone of the minty gum he chewed earlier. His lips part open to gain further access into you, intertwining both tongues as his free hand lazily makes it way down to your ass. You find yourself grinding against him once more, feeling your wetness growing at a rapid pace. All the moans and whimpers you’re making in his mouth has him so utterly whipped for you, the only thing he craves is having your pussy stuffed so fucking full. Which he plans to do sooner or later.
There was only one time where you two had ended up in a similar situation as this, it happened about a year ago. You both had just come back from a party and were so inebriated that you weren’t thinking rationally. You resorted to trying to get yourself off by riding his thigh while sucking on his fingers, almost on the verge of cumming when Jungkook randomly decides to stop and protests any of this to continue. There was no weirdness after that, but it did make you wonder in the back of your mind why he abruptly changed like that. Now that same outcome still lingers in your thoughts.
“Are you gonna back out on me last minute like last time?” You bring up as a way to tease him as you pull away, still holding some minor doubts.
He shook his head with the utmost certainty, he’s fully sober in this situation so he can control this as much as he wants, and gets to remember every bit of it. “No. Not having any regrets tonight.”
Once those string of words left his lips, he doesn’t waste another second. Maneuvering you to lye down on your back, you’re making out with him yet again as he finds his way on top of you now. His long hair tickles the sides of your face, wanting to play with it and tangle your fingers all up in his fluffy locks. Your legs hook over his waist to cage him further into you, Jungkook groans at that, continuing to lightly grope you through your shirt that he refuses to take off.
You like that he took the ��being gentle’ a bit too literal, but you do want him to be just a bit more aggressive with you. “I’m not some delicate flower Koo, I can handle whatever you give me.” Whining once again for him to be rougher with you, it’s the bratty sub in you that makes you want him to dominate your whole existence.
“But you are a delicate flower baby…” he lowly rasps in your ear, “my sweet, little delicate flower.” There was nothing but adoration behind those words, fully enamored and obsessed with all of you.
“If you didn’t want me going easy on you, you could’ve just said so.”
There was barely even time to register what he said before you cry out instantly when his palm strikes a deliberate spank to your ass cheek. You were so sure that’d leave a hand print, which is exactly what you hoped for anyway. So much pent up sexual frustration needs to be released, your lower regions practically aching for some stimulation. Your neediness only increases with time, turning into a certified mess just for him.
You couldn’t express much, only able to choke out one simple line, “Need you…”
“Where do you need me baby?” He inquires for more detail but you don’t have any idea, just can’t stand this tension anymore, you want him to touch you more than anything else in this world.
“A-anywhere… don’t care where.. just touch me Koo, please-“ you’re so desperate that it’s laughable, how you’ve become putty in his hands now, molding you in any way he wants.
“I’ll take good care of you princess, don’t worry.” He assures with a doting smile, innocently kissing your forehead in response to your whines.
His hand sneaks its way down to your panties, rubbing along the damp folds with a single digit to extract more of your wetness. You attempt to bite your lip in order to stifle a moan but fail horribly, almost screaming out when he circles your clothed clit. Your legs squirm at the sensation, still aching and burning for more. You really want to feel him without the barriers, crying for him to take them off but he just keeps teasing you with more languid strokes. There’s only so much you can endure, it’s beginning to take a toll on you— but now you’re about to absolutely lose your mind. A rush of fervor implodes your senses when he slides your panties to the side, collecting more of your essence, thrusting two of his fingers harshly into you with no intention on letting up. All you do is shut your eyes and take slow, deep breathes, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck.
Jungkook is loving the way your cunt swallows up his digits, encouraged to keep going by the loud, persistent squelching sounds of your wetness. “Mmm… take my fingers so well baby. Wan’ more?” Looking you directly in the eyes as he pumps them deeper and deeper into you. You’re so beyond soaked that it’s getting all over the bed sheets now, not even bothering to care how much of a mess you’re making. You’ll worry about that in the morning, for now you’re basking in all of this divine pleasure.
“Y-yes! Fuck…” you somehow manage to reply, letting out a melodramatic gasp when he inserts a third finger inside your sopping cunt. You weren’t able to coherently think straight, only clenching around the way he stretches you out, you’re so stuffed. But you’ll be even more full once he actually puts his cock in you. For now you two are fixated on solely each other, feeling sweaty and exhausted already. Your body buzzes with electricity, nearing so close to your first orgasm.
Then he rips all your desire away by detaching himself from you, leaving you high and dry with emptiness. Smirking at your apparent frustration, he only finds this more amusing as it goes on. This just made you become more bratty, not getting what you want in the end was more than cruel on Jungkook’s part. You weren’t taking this new dominant side of him very kindly, so far he’s done nothing but tease and torment you.
“Nooo, why’d you stopp?” Another whiney plea slips out again, you felt utterly robbed, needing him to finish what he started immediately.
He doesn’t respond, just hushes you with a quick kiss before ridding himself of his sweatpants and shimmying out of his boxers. He doesn’t want to hear anymore whining, instead he’s going to indefinitely shut you up by filling you with his thick cock until you have nothing left to say but his name. He’s going to make sure that you have only thoughts of him instilled in your brain, he’s going to erase every singular memory you had with another guy just from this alone.
“Said I was gonna take care of you wasn’t I?” Jungkook sternly retorts, his unwavering expression made you feel as though you’re genuinely being scolded. “Patience, brat.” He further adds, producing another spank to your ass once again, causing your body to involuntarily jerk up. It’s so much fun to watch you hiss out from the sudden sharp pain.
Now pulling your underwear down to drag them past your knees, he repositions to align himself with your entrance. “Can’t wait to fuck this tight, pretty pussy.” He murmurs under his breath, licking his lips while looking down, admiring the glistening beauty in his frontal view.
You spread your legs for him as far as they could go, letting him know exactly who this all belongs to. “It’s all yours Koo, m’ready for you.”
“That’s my good girl.” He hums proudly at your answer, already living for the way you’re becoming so obedient for him.
Sliding his thick, veiny shaft against your slit, continuing his teasing spree from earlier, he’d switch to tapping the tip of his cock onto your puffy clit as more torture. You were seeing stars by now, praying by some miracle that he’ll eventually just fuck all of the neediness out of you. Rutting your hips into his pulsating member, you beg for his cock to fill you up, not wanting to go another minute without it. Your desperation’s getting him all riled up, all of the power and control gone specifically to him, completely working out in his favor. As if he was telepathically reading your mind, he slips his cock in you without warning, lips indefinitely part open at the sensation of being stretched out to full capacity. He gradually opens you up, getting you to feel more accustomed to his size, your light headedness comes back as you’re filled to the brim with all of his cock. He initially starts off with slow, moderate strokes, but soon builds a steady rhythm. Jungkook groans as he feels your warmth engulf him, you feel so snug around his length, fits like it was custom made for taking only him.
“I could get lost in you forever baby.” He reminds you just how much he cares for you, propelling his hips forward with each thrust, letting the head of his cock hit all the right spots inside. “Love you so much, my precious angel.” He’s loved you for so long, waited for so long for this, he’ll never forget this beautiful moment— eternally shifting the trajectory of his life.
His cock is way better than you could have ever imagined, moaning uncontrollably from the way his cock’s hitting your gummy walls, making your limbs shake and muscles spasm every time. “Love you too Koo.” A surprise gasp escapes your lips when he takes one of your legs and wraps it over his tatted shoulder, allowing him to fuck into you even deeper.
Feels like you’re already getting close once again, but this time it’s far more intense than the last. He leans down to sensually capture your lips with his, kissing you with so much passion it leaves you breathless. He’s so damn good at this, too damn skilled for own good, repeatedly moaning out his name like a broken record as he pounds his cock into your throbbing, soaked pussy. His inked hand kneads the softness of your thigh, gripping you with everything he has whilst your nails dug crescents into his back. You and him are both working towards the same thing, sharing one single goal. Getting the other to come so hard until you two start seeing your life’s flash before each other’s eyes. His chest heaves when his thrusts become more irregular, sloppier, feeling himself ready to burst any moment. Jungkook looks incredibly fucked out, headed to a point of no return as he sees splotches of white invade his vision, showing an inevitable sign that he’s now reached his limit.
“Shit.. feel so good around me.” He mutters to himself with his eyes sewed shut, focusing on reaching the peak of his approaching climax, “Might just cum right now…”
You purr in agreement, playing with one of your tits underneath your shirt, brushing the pads of your fingertips over the sensitive area of your nipples. “Mmnh… me too… s-so close..”
An idea struck Jungkook’s mind, wanting to see how you’ll react when he tries this with you.
“Suck,” he demands while bringing his hand upward, inserting his index and middle finger into your mouth. He smiles at you eagerly taking them, loving how you didn’t hesitate at all to do it again. You look so fucking pretty like this, he seriously thinks he could die happy right here, right now.
“Fuckk- cumming baby…“ He rushes to inform before throwing his head back indefinitely, panting super hard and heavy. Couldn’t help but grit his teeth and feverishly moan your name out loud, spewing all kinds of profanities along with it. As you were chasing your orgasm you cling onto him tighter to brace yourself, legs shaking so badly while feeling all his cum drip inside of you, his pace getting slower and less erratic when you both reach your highs together.
Jungkook doesn’t think this could be any more perfect. Not only did he finally confess how he’s truly felt after all this time, but he also fucked his best friend and got to come inside the girl of his dreams. Sounds like the most memorable day of his life if you ask him.
Let’s just hope that you’ll still feel the same way once this night comes to an eventual end…
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When They're In Love - Jason Todd - 2
🕸️Spiderverse Masterlist🕸️
🐼JJK Masterlist🐼
~ Fem terms used for reader.
~ Mild smut.
~ You can find part one of these hcs here, and part three here.
~ You can find more of my works here.
~ Thank you to @the-best-of-the-myrmidona for requesting more When They're In Love Headcanons for Jason Todd!
~ SFW ~
He likes to sit with his head between your legs, in any context.
He likes when you massage his scalp with your legs dangling over his broad shoulders.
He loves it when you wear his clothes.
His heart always stops for a moment when he sees you come out of the shower, drying your hair with a towel, dressed in one of his shirts that just barely reaches down to your thighs, and rises as you reach up to take care of your wet hair.
Loves seeing your thighs.
He gives real "victorian man seeing an ankle" energy.
He loves feeling you against him.
He needs to feel your skin or your body pressing against his or he will have a bad day.
I feel like he always smells good, even if he doesn't smell good, yk?
Like even when he comes home smelling like blood, smoke, and gasoline, his natural musk probably still stands out.
Always catches him off guard when you wanna hug him before he showers.
He can't help but laugh when you bury your face into his chest to inhale more of his scent.
He likes it when you play with his hair, but also likes to play in yours.
Straight, wavy, curly, coiled, long, short, shaved.
He don't care.
Lay on his chest and let him play with your hair, now!
I think he can cook, but that he doesn't know a lot of recipes. He reads a lot of cookbooks though, so he always wants to try something new with you.
I think he always wants to impress you, but he wants to be lowkey abt it.
First time you come over his place, he scrubs every single square inch till it sparkles, but he'll throw a shirt over the couch, or leave out a plate, or something, so he can be all "Sorry about the mess, haha".
Like a loser smh.
I think he'd ask Alfred for a recipe that will be impressive, but not too hard or complicated.
I didn't include it in the last set of hcs, but im putting it here.
Jason would absolutely want to rescue a pet with you, I'm thinking either a massive black dog, or an old cat that has no teeth and has outlived three owners.
Something that needs love and hasn't been given it.
But, I also think he'd put it off bc he wants to be able to give it his full attention.
If he found the right ball of fur and teeth though, I think he might be compelled to take it home with him.
He loves to take naps. Especially with you.
I think it's his way of being vulnerable.
He'd let you touch his scars.
I don't think they'd be sensitive physically, but maybe they'd be sore reminders of his lack of a normal life.
That's why it's so special that he lets you of all people touch them.
~ NSFW ~
Loves loves loves kisses.
Let Me explain.
When he's got you on your back, your eyes glazed over and completely unfocused, his favorite thing to do is lean down, squeeze your cheeks until your lips pucker, and give you lots of sloppy kisses.
He doesn't mind all the drool, in fact, it kinda adds to it.
He'll wipe away the tears sliding down your cheeks with his thumb, before popping it into your mouth, letting you suck it off, before slipping his tongue between your lips so he can taste your sweat tears too.
He's so condensing too. :(
Mean, mean man.
Calls you names, likes to smack, spits.
I think he likes to display his strength, probably holds you up as he thrusts into you, no matter your weight.
I keep writing abt him and he's starting to grow on me smh.😒
Okay that's all for now! <3
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your writing is literally the best in the cod fandom. we need more injured reader angst. it's too good
don't breathe — python333
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synopsis [reader] gets buried alive after refusing to give intel to enemy soldiers and *slips up and writes reader almost dying again* oops how did that happen haha
relationships platonic!price & gn!reader.
characters cap. john price.
word count 2.7k
warnings suffocation [reader], just generally really depressing thoughts, near death??, 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign].
note aww tysm :(( dont say its the best im gonna get a complex LMAO but i appreciate it!! and yes i agree injured reader angst ftw :3 i present to you: reader gets very injured and theres a lot of angst and its basically just you suffering for a good 3/4 of the fic while the last quarter has the actual comfort!
“Hello?” You try again, your voice cracking and your tone as desperate as it can get, “Please, God, say someone can hear me.”
You’ve been trapped in a casket for about five minutes now—at least, you woke up five minutes ago. God knows how long you’ve been stuck in the stupid thing, but realistically, it’s probably been much longer than five minutes.
The last thing you remember from before you were buried is being in the interrogation room of some small terrorist group’s facility, one you and the others were led to believe was abandoned weeks ago.
Unfortunately, whoever gave you the information must’ve either had incredibly outdated information or was setting you all up for failure, because the facility was very much not abandoned and was instead full of enemy soldiers.
You all had already gotten into the building before you knew that, because of course you all had to be in the same spot at the same time—practically sitting ducks for the enemy—and of course you all had to be clueless about the possibly hundreds of people in the facility until it was too late.
As far as you know, everyone managed to escape. Everyone but you. They didn’t mean to leave you behind, of course they didn’t, they were more focused on just booking it out of the facility. However, because of that, you were now stuck—you assume—several feet underground in a casket that has a limited amount of oxygen that drops every time you take a breath.
You let out the breath you’re currently holding and suck in another deep breath, holding it as you think. Your strategy of holding your breath until you no longer could mostly worked, but it wouldn’t for long, you knew that soon you’d suffocate in all of the carbon dioxide gathering in the enclosed casket.
You don’t know how long you’d been unconscious in the casket, breathing in oxygen carelessly in your slumber, which made the whole situation worse. You didn’t even know how much time you had left.
You hate to waste your breath checking your comms, but the enemy soldiers had accidentally left your earpiece in your ear—the small device apparently going undetected under their radar—and you wanted to make the most of it. You move your arm from your side and press onto the PTT button on your earpiece, wincing a little at how cramped the casket was.
“Does anybody copy?” You ask again, staring up at the almost pitch black space above you, “I repeat, does anybody copy?”
It’s a vain attempt at contacting your team, really. You don’t know if they’re thinking about you, if the signal is going through, if they even have their earpieces on—you know nothing, and that terrifies you because you really don’t want to die right now but there’s literally nothing else you can do besides helplessly talk into your earpiece, not knowing if anyone’s listening.
Your lungs start to burn and you let out the breath you were holding, taking another deep breath and beginning to hold that one. The air feels… thick. It’s starting to get harder to breathe, and you know you shouldn’t panic but you can’t help the few worried thoughts that come to the forefront of your mind.
What am I going to do when I run out of oxygen and the only thing left for me to breathe in are my own discarded breaths? What will I do when all there is to do is suffocate? Am I going to try, in one last desperate attempt, to break out of the casket, or am I going to just lay here and die? Will my team try to find me, or will they forget about me? Have they already forgotten about me?
Before you can listen to any more of those depressing thoughts, a voice comes from your earpiece.
“H—lo? [c/n]?” It’s hard to tell with the static and the cuts in between the words, but you think it’s Price talking.
“Price?” You ask immediately, all thoughts of preserving your breath forgotten. “Holy shit, you can hear me?”
“Je—s— whe—e—” He cuts out for a moment and your stomach drops when all you can hear is static for a moment.
“You’re— You’re cutting out, Captain, what did you say?”
“Wher— —re you?” It takes you a moment to realize what he’s saying, your mind working much slower than it usually does, but once you do you shake your head negatively despite him not being there to see you.
“I don’t— I don’t know,” You respond, taking a deep breath before adding on, “I think I’m underground, I just know I’m in a casket and it’s getting harder to breathe and—”
“Okay, o—y,” You hear Price’s voice crackle, his voice becoming more distant and sounding almost muffled to you, “Sa— —ur bre—th, I’ll try to g—t some—e to track your— —tion.”
With the constant cutting out of his words and the distortion of his tone, you can barely register or process what he’s saying, and that only panics you more but you refuse to let your emotions get the better of you even in the state of disorientation you’re in, so you keep holding your breath.
A minute later, Price’s voice crackles through your earpiece again.
“Okay, we’ve got your loc—tion,” Price’s voice sounds… oddly far away, “We can—”
His voice slowly becomes muffled, and you release the breath you were holding without realizing it, slowly blinking up at the ceiling of the casket. A sort of haze falls over your mind and you can barely even hear Price anymore before you suddenly snap back to reality and hear his now much clearer voice loud in your ear.
“[c/n]? [c/n], are you still there?” You recognize his tone now, and you’re just a little shocked at the sheer amount of worry in it.
“Haven’t moved an inch,” You breathe out, before lying, “You cut out for a second for me, sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, it’s okay,” Price reassures you, “I said we got your loc—tion and we’re hea—g out th— —w. It’s not t— far away from where —e alre—dy are, we’re ba—ely three clicks away.”
“… Clicks?” You ask, your eyebrows drawing together in confusion.
“Yes, clicks,” Price replies, sounding concerned, before hesitantly asking, “… You know what those are, right?”
“I don’t—” You struggle to find words for a moment before you speak again, your own voice starting to sound distant, “I don’t think so?”
“What do y—u mean you don’t thi— —o?” Price asks, his voice sounding freakishly close, “Are you okay?”
“No, yeah, I’m fine,” You lie through your teeth, not wanting to worry Price further, “I just… how far away are you?”
“Just ab—t two cli—ks now,” Price says, before pausing and clarifying, “Two kilometers.”
Two kilometers… how far is that? “And that’s… is that far, or?”
“No, it’s not too far. It’s just a mi—te away, we didn’t ge— —o far before Laswell got your loc—tion,” Price tells you, “We’ll be there soon, ok—y? We’ll get y— —ut of there.”
“A minute—” You cough and feel tears pricking at your eyes from how hard it is to take another breath, “A minute?”
“Yes, a minute— [c/n], are you okay?” Price asks again, before laughing nervously, “You know what a minute is, do— —ou?”
“...” You struggle to answer the question, thinking long and hard for a few seconds before hesitantly answering, “… Yeah, I do, sorry. It’s sixty seconds.”
“Why’d it take you so long to answer?”
“I don’t know, I’m sorry, I—” You take a few shallow breaths, and feel a headache start to build up, “How far away are you guys?”
“We’re alm—t there,” Price promises you, “The heli’s ab—t to l—nd, and we’ll dig you up, and—”
Why is it so cold? Price’s voice cuts off and when he stops talking you realize that you’re shivering. You ball your fists up and can’t even feel your nails digging into your palms, your hands having gone numb from the cold, and realizing that makes you discover that your lips feel numb too.
Your ears start to ring and you feel that uncomfortable pins and needles feeling in your hands, the sensation slowly traveling up your arms, making you both wanting to peel off your own skin and also grateful that you can at least feel something besides the cold.
In the midst of your thinking, you hear muffled thumping coming from above you—whoever buried you couldn’t have buried you anything below six feet.
“—llo? [c/n]? Are you still there?”
You bring your hand up, the movement slow and sluggish, and you try to search around the side of your face for your earpiece. You eventually find it and when you do you press against it until you feel the PTT button being pushed.
“Still here,” You confirm breathlessly, coughing again as you take a few more shallow breaths, “I think I’m running out of— of… what’s the fuckin’ air that you can breath in, it starts with an o…”
“… Oxygen?”
“Oxygen, yeah,” You slowly blink up at the ceiling of the casket, “There’s— I think— I don’t… I think… I think I’m gonna pass out, Captain.”
“[c/n], don’t you fucking dare,” Price growls, “You stay awake, I swear to fucking god.”
“I can’t—” You take a few more shallow breaths, before coughing, the tears escaping your eyes reaching the corners of your mouth.
You can hear Price briefly talk with someone else, his voice the most serious you’ve ever heard it, before he talks directly to you again, “How much longer do you think you have before you run out of oxygen?”
It takes you a moment to register the question, but when you do, you answer, “Uh… I don’t— I think… maybe a few more minutes? I can’t tell, it’s just hard to breathe, I can’t…”
“Okay, okay,” Price softly says, gusts of wind blowing into his mic as he talks, “Give me a second, okay? We’re almost there, kid, we’ll— we’ll be there in just a minute, we just passed over you, I just need you to stay awake.”
“In a minute,” You repeat to yourself, before taking a deep breath, hoping that you have enough oxygen to make it out of this casket because you really don’t want to die here, not when there’s help just a minute away.
After what you assume is a minute or two, instead of thumping, you hear something cut into the dirt above you. The sound, however, is heavily muffled, so muffled to the point where you don’t know if you’re hallucinating or not.
Is that a symptom of CO2 poisoning? Hallucinations? You lay still in the casket and can’t help but release the breath you’d only just taken, the ringing in your ears starting up again and growing louder faster than they had before.
Your entire body is numb, your chest is heavy, and you can feel a sort of fog fall over your mind. You can distantly hear Price yelling through your earpiece, but you can’t find it in yourself to respond, instead simply laying there, your blinking starting to slow down before it eventually stops, leaving your eyes closed.
—
For a moment, you think you died and went to heaven, which would be weird, considering all the things you’ve done in your life. Not saying you’d go to hell, just saying God would probably hesitate for a second before letting you in through the pearly gates.
You blink awake, slowly but surely, and the first thing you realize is that you can feel things again. You tilt your head down to the bump under the white bed sheets laid on top of you, and squeeze your hand into a ball, watching the bump move and feeling your fingers dig into your oddly sore palms.
You let out a sigh of relief and pull your hand out from the sheets, bringing it up to your face and feeling the oxygen mask that’s been placed over your mouth and nose.
“Don’t mess with that,” You hear a voice say to your right. You turn your head and see a very tired Captain Price, dark eyebags hanging under his eyes and arms crossed, his hands having a white knuckle grip on either one of his elbows.
“…” You don’t say anything, instead you simply stare at him until he sighs and gets up from his seat. You watch silently as he leans over your bed and bends down, before pausing, and then quickly snaking his hands under your back to pull you up just enough for him to properly hug you.
You reach up with shaky hands and tentatively hug him back, not nearly as tightly—not that you don’t want to, but you physically can’t with how weak your arms are right now—but with just as much sincere affection. You can feel Price’s beard rubbing against your neck and hear his small sniffles as he embraces you tightly.
Maybe it’s his sniffling, or the way you can finally feel warmth for the first time in what feels like forever, or maybe it’s just the fact that he’s holding you with so much care and affection that it almost makes you burst at the seams, whatever it is, it causes you to tear up as well.
Those tears quickly become sobs that bubble up in your throat and crawl their way out of it, forcing you to tuck your head into the crook of Price’s neck and muffle your sobs in it, muttering a small ‘sorry’ after each one.
After each ‘sorry’, Price responds with, “It’s okay, let it out, sweetheart, you’re okay,” and those reassuring words only make you cry more because God, you didn’t even think he’d find you, yet here he is, letting you cry into his neck and is reassuring you after every apology that it’s okay.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—” You mumble a litany of apologies into Price’s neck, your breath stuttering and hitching as you try to hold back your sobs. Price only shushes you and rubs his hand up and down your back in a comforting gesture, bringing his head up to kiss the top of your head.
He tucks your head under his chin, “Don’t apologize, it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
And fuck, you know it’s just words, but it only makes you cry more.
Your sobs eventually stop, leaving you hiccuping against Price’s neck, silently crying as he continues to rub your back.
“I thought you died,” He whispers, his hand stuttering on your back, “I thought you died and I was going to dig up your dead body, when you didn’t answer me.”
You stay silent, letting him continue, “I thought you were dead when we dug you up and needed to feel your heartbeat for myself to confirm that you were still alive.”
He pauses for a moment before continuing, “I’ve been here ever since they put you in here. I haven’t slept, I’ve just stayed here, waiting for you to wake up so I could tell you that I—”
He chokes up for a moment before taking a deep breath and continuing, “I’m sorry for not even thinking to drag you out of the facility with me when we all ran out. You were— you were right there, and I couldn’t just grab your arm and take you with me, I just had to leave you behind and I—”
“You watched me while I was asleep?” You ask quietly, your eyebrows drawing together.
Price pauses and pulls his chin off of your head, and pulls you away from his neck so he can properly give you the most incredulous look he can pull, before saying, “I’m pouring my heart out to you and apologizing for practically leaving you for dead, and that’s what you’re worried about?”
“Well, I’m not worried, I’m just—” You shrug, not knowing how to explain it. Price sighs and chuckles quietly before tucking your head back under his chin.
“You’re insufferable,” He mumbles, sniffling a bit.
“… I forgive you, by the way,” You say after a moment of silence, “I didn’t really blame you in the first place.”
“You had the right to.”
“Sure I did.”
“But you didn’t blame me.”
“Right.”
“…” Price stays silent for a moment before pressing another soft kiss to the top of your head and saying quietly, “You should blame me.”
“Maybe,” You mumble back, “But I won’t.”
Later, maybe an hour later, if the others see you asleep in Price’s arms while he keeps your head tucked under his chin and rubs your back affectionately—no they don’t.
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Kinktober Day 22- Leona x Reader (Dry Humping)
*Requested by Reader, I only just started Twisted Wonderland, so I hope to every god I got his character right. Sorry in advance if anything is wrong!!!*
It was a mistake. A huge mistake. You had convinced yourself that everything that was happening was a dream. The fact that you had been kidnapped and brought to this so-called college for magic; the fact that there was no way for you to return home; the fact that you were scared and alone; and the fact that you were now the only female at the college. It had to be a dream, no a nightmare! What were you to do if you could never return home. Sure, the Headmaster was nice enough to let you stay in an abandon dorm and that he would let you study in private, but it was still wrong!
You were currently sobbing in your room as you stared at the magic books in front of you. You were deemed a 'Beast Trainer' or something along those lines. It was all a blur. The weirdest thing about everything was that all of the students here reminded you of Disney characters, but they also didn't? It was a weird state you were in. All you wanted to do was go home, lay in your own bed and probably eat your favorite meal.
"And I have to join their classes? I was working...My bills....My apartment," You whimpered.
The only light in this whole mess was that all of the men were hot. Yes, it was something small, but it kept you going. One person caught your eye in particular. You were still getting to know the dorms and the student leaders, but you could have sworn the man had ears. Once you saw the statues of the 'seven greats' you immediately knew it was Scar. Or, at least what you wanted to believe was Scar. You were still confused and still unsure of anything yet.
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You were a special Herbivore. Leona had taken an interest in you when you first fell out of that coffin. A female at the college. There were a lot of special rules in place because of you. It was fascinating to watch you. Whenever you entered the gym in a hurry, Leona kept his eyes on you. He made it seem like he did not care, but he did. He was waiting for his turn to get to know you.
"Oof, this sucks!" You whined as you tripped over your own foot, "Why do I get stuck jogging around the track while everyone gets to practice broom flying?!"
"Because you have no magic," Leona said with a yawn, hiding behind the benches. He watched as you flinched, "Back here."
"Uh, I don't think the teacher would like you sleeping during class."
"I'm doing yoga," Leona lied as he closed his eyes once more. You glanced back at the others before sneaking behind the benches,
"I don't think we properly met. I'm (Y/N), I think I remember you were napping in the greenhouse, right?"
"Hmm....That's right, you were with those fools," Leona muttered before slowly sitting up, "So, in your world, do you always approach strangers?"
"Huh?" You grew flustered, "I mean, it's not...safe, but well...I'm not exactly in my world and this is all super interesting." You explained. Leona was observing you,
"Likewise." He yawned, laying back down, "You seem like a tolerable herbivore."
"Haha, that's different, but I'll assume it's a good thing," You noticed his ears and tail. This was Scar, "Is it okay if I visit? I'd like to get to know more about you all and this place."
Leona resisted a chuckle as he replied with a simple, 'sure'. He wasn't going to admit that he was interested in knowing more about you. Perhaps you would entertain him.
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Eventually you got to understand more of this world you now lived in. Everyone was kind enough to talk to you and help you with classes, everyone expect Leona. He always brought out the worst of you. Leona was smart, but he always managed to convince you to laze around and worry about stuff later. It was hard because you liked him. You easily listened to him and did what he said.
Just like now. You had some questions about a certain dream you had about Leona's world, or at least the Disney world you know of. You wanted to ask him some questions, but here you were, sitting on the floor. Leona was on his bed, snoring away. He had, once again, convinced you to be lazy and sleep.
"Leona," You whispered, leaning against his bed.
Leona let out a grunt, turning towards you. His bright emerald eyes made you melt. Leona was so beautiful. Sometimes, you were lucky that you were the only female on campus. You watched as Leona gave his usual irritated look. He reached his hand out,
"I'm trying to nap," He grumbled. You gave him a soft pout,
"But-"
"Nap with me."
You immediately felt you cheeks burn. Leona must have read your mind because he snickered. He pulled you onto his bed, holding you on top of him. You could feel your heart racing a mile a minute. There you were, sitting on Leona's lap. He just stared into your eyes.
"Well, aren't you brave for a herbivore."
"Y-You're the one who pulled me up here!" You huffed. Leona hummed tiredly, rubbing circles around your waist, "H-Hey....that..."
"I quite like this reaction,"
Leona kept his eyes on you as you began to tremble from his touch. This was something he could get used to. Something that was new. He was already enjoying the fact that you were breaking one of the rules for him. As the only female on campus, you were not allowed to go to any of the other dorms alone. It was deemed too dangerous, you had to have Grim or one of the teachers with you. So the fact that you kept coming alone to see Leona was enough for him to want to keep you.
You were a pleasant part of his day. Leona actually enjoyed your company. You were also one of the only people to actual allow him to do what he wanted. It was a nice change of pace. Returning his attention to you, Leona was enjoying your expressions. Perhaps this would be a good time to make you his. If you could not go back to your world, Leona would be more than willing to take you back to his.
"You're not stopping me," Leona whispered. You glanced down at him, avoiding his stare,
"W-Well.,..It feels good," You muttered under your breathe.
Leona chuckled lowly as he started to grind his hips against yours. You gasped lowly, biting your lower lip as you moved along with him. How lovely. Leona glanced down at your skirt, feeling his pants getting damp. Now this was entertaining. Leona held you hips and motioned you to get closer to his face. You, being his cute obedient partner, did so.
"You like this too?" He whispered. You muffled a moan, your damp panties rubbing against his bulge,
"Y-Yes,"
You gasped as Leona held your waist down. You leaned towards his lips, giving him a light peck. It wasn't fair how he got to have his fun. The least you could do was steal a kiss from the so called King. Leona seemed to have liked your reaction. He immediately reached for your head and kissed you again. It felt like you hurt his pride when you went to kiss him first. Leona would never admit it, but he hated stuff like that. It was cute.
Leona sat up with you, licking the inside of your mouth for dominance. He easily won due to his strength. You whimpered a moan into the kiss as his grinding got faster. The pool between your legs staining his pants. Each time the tip of his bulge rubbed against your clothed pussy, you felt another jolt travel up your spine. You were getting close to the knot in your stomach to blow. You needed that release. Leona must have sensed it since he started to dry hump faster.
"If I wasn't so tired, perhaps we can be a little more...intimate," He said, thinking about his words carefully. You moaned lowly, not wanting anyone in the other rooms to hear you,
"T-This is you tired?" You buried your head into his shoulder. Leona licked his lips as he bit down against your neck,
"You interrupted my nap."
"L-Leona," You moaned, reaching your orgasm. Leona held your hips tightly as he shook for a moment,
"Interrupted my nap and made a mess," He grumbled, sucking on your neck, "You owe me,"
"Haha, yes your highness," You teased, panting softly for air.
Leona fixed your hair, laying back down with you in his grasp. He inhaled deeply, nuzzling his head into your neck. You tried to escape, complaining about washing up, but Leona ignored your cries. Instead, he reached down and pulled your panties off, throwing them across the room. You squeaked in response and grabbed his blanket to cover your skirt. Leona chuckled lowly, closing his eyes for a nap. He was going to enjoy having you by his side.
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Pairing: Douma x f!reader
Summary: putting your entire soul into trying to pleasure your demon lover... who just won't stop talking.
NSFW. Minors do not interact.
Douma, my Love, STFU
"Aw, you're so nice to me!" Douma says with a soft laugh as you wrap your lips around the head of his cock.
He reclines on a pile of plush pillows, resting the back of his head on his hands. "Mm… oh-ho! Yes, that feels really good. Really very lovely." A happy sigh escapes him as you start to ease him deeper into your mouth. Then he gasps sharply, "Oh no! The paint on the ceiling is chipped. That won't do. I should have someone fix that."
"Mhm..." Determined to return his focus to you, you take him deeper, sliding his length over your tongue until the head of his dick prods the back of your throat. It takes a moment for you to acclimate to the overstuffed sensation. You almost gag but overcome the urge, reflexive tears lining your lashes as you start to bob your head.
Douma chuckles again. "Aw, be careful, sweet thing. Take all the time you need. I don't want you to hur–” He gasps again, and for a moment you think it’s because of your tongue flicking his frenulum, but no... “Oh! Maybe I should take this opportunity to change the color of the ceiling? I don't know. Red is lucky, isn't it? Maybe red… ooh or a mural!"
"Mmhh" Tonguing his slit before letting him bottom out in your throat, you raise your eyes to his pretty face to check his reaction and find him grinning excitedly... at the ceiling. Frustration rises as you lick the length of his dick, swirling your tongue around his tip before taking him deeply once more and sucking him as if your life depends on it.
He lets out a low groan of pleasure which ends in a giggle, “Ah! Ha, that tickles. I wonder what the mural should be? A dragon would be fun… OH! Imagine if I had portraits of my friends in the upper ranks painted across the ceiling. Obviously Lord Muzan in the center above the bed. And Lord Akaza beside him. Oh but do I include sweet little Daki and Gyutaro? They're dead after all, poor things.”
You release his cock from your lips with a pop and tap his thigh. “Douma?”
“Hm?” He smiles down at you brightly for a moment before his expression wilts to a pout. “Aw… how come you stopped?”
“Am I doing it wrong? Does it not feel good?”
“What? Petal, no no no, it feels wonderful! Blissful–”
"Are you sure? You seem pretty preoccupied with the ceiling.”
“Well… there’s a chip…”
You’re so close to defeat as he gazes at you with his innocent rainbow-colored eyes. But you can’t stay mad at him. This is just Douma. Sometimes there are so many thoughts running through his head it feels as if there are none.
You affectionately kiss his thigh. “Why don’t you try closing your eyes and just enjoy the feeling?”
“Hm? Oh… okay, i’ll try that.” He shuts his eyes and wriggles into the pillows. “Continue.”
“Thank you.” Lowering your head, you lick the length of his cock, your lips curving as he lets out a long, pleasured groan.
“I like that.”
“Good.” You do it again.
But he doesn't groan the second time. His eyes remain closed, and his lips are fixed in his usual charismatic smile. “I… can see the mural in my mind's eye. Perhaps I’ll learn how to paint? Hm… the vision is so clear, and, well, I’m a demon haha, so I have lots of time to learn. I’ll be more special that way, won’t it? If I learn how to paint it myself. And then if it chips I’ll be able to repair it myself too, which is handy since I ate the last–”
Frustration boiling over, you release his cock once more and bite his inner thigh with enough force to leave an imprint. It heals instantly, but Douma's eyes spring open and he yelps nevertheless.
“Youch. Did you mean to do that?”
“Yes! You’re still talking about the ceiling.”
His smile drops. “Aw… I’m sorry.”
This fucker knows just how to tug your heartstrings. He knows you can't resist that little pout. “Just… please… let me suck your dick.”
“Of course! It’s right there. All yours!” he smiles, dipping his chin to indicate the location of his penis. “Just… before you continue, give me your opinion.”
You huff in frustration. “On the ceiling?”
“Of course. The mural! Would you like it? You sleep here more than I do after all… since I don’t sleep,” he chuckles. “So what do you think, my pretty blossom? Shall I learn how to paint?”
“Sure,” you say, trying to sound patient through your gritted teeth. “You could ask Gyokko to teach you, since he’s an–”
“OH YOU’RE SO RIGHT! Gyokko! He’s an artist! Oh goodness me you’re so clever. And pretty. Of course, he specializes in ceramics but I'm sure the skills are transferable, and…”
You’re already halfway across the room and searching through the trunk at the bottom of the bed while Douma continues talking. You find what you’re looking for and fasten the straps around your hips and thighs. The green jade cock juts out proudly as you make your way back toward him, fully intent on rendering him incapable of speech.
“... plus it would mean Gyokko and I would spend more time together. Sometimes I get the feeling the other upper moons don’t want to be around me, but that’s silly, right?”
“Right, love. I’m sure they adore you.”
He smiles and his gaze drops to the strap, “Oh, haha, look at that. Guess I’m in for it, huh?”
“Mhm.” You kneel between his thighs, oiling up the jade cock before raising his long legs to rest against your shoulders. Positioning your hips, you press the strap-on between his cheeks and prepare to enter him.
“Hey?” he asks, snapping your attention back to his eyes. “Thanks… for listening to me, you know. Oftimes I find myself being ignored but… you listen. It means a lot.”
Your heart melts, “Aw, Douma…”
He smiles brightly, prismatic eyes flashing with anticipation as you rock your hips against him. “Are you going to be gentle with me?”
“Not a chance.”
“Good.” He sinks his top fangs into his lower lip and sighs contentedly. “Keep this up and you’ll be added to the mural.”
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Hey 😚 i saw you were open to request so here i am haha but totally fine if you wanna skip it tho
Ive been really into friends to secret lover trope lately
Could you write a james x reader were childhood friend and around their sixth year in hogwarts they realized their feeling and they started to secretly dating and no one knows!
The story could focus on how they got caught? Maybe a slip up during an argument? Or that reader looks so beautiful james just couldn’t help it? Or just plain old getting caught making out in the broom closet? 😅
Hey angel, thanks so much for the request! <3
Having been friends with James since your meeting him in your guys’ first year, you pride yourself on knowing all of his little habits, able to read him like a book. So when you were curled up on the sofa, himself sprawled out across the armchair beside you huffing and puffing away, it was more than obvious to you that something was up.
“Okay, what’s wrong?” you ask, turning your body as best you can to fully face him, brows creasing as you do so. He only hums inquisitively at this, refusing to look at you as he appears to find his own hands much more interesting, fidgeting away.
“Seriously, Jamie, what’s up?” At your further questioning, he lets out one big sigh as he swings his legs over from where they had been previously stretched out over the handles of the armchair, now sat how the design permitted.
“Sirius said something to me today, got me thinking…” Realising that that was all he was willing to give you right now, you spin back around with your own huff, hugging one of the common room cushions to your chest. You know James was never too good with words, so a lot of the time you’d appreciate his choosing to stay quiet instead of stumbling over thoughts he could never fully get across.
“Hey, love?” you hum in response, eyes trained on the fire dancing before you. James’ presence always comforted you, and that paired with the warmth emanating before you made your eyes droop more than you’d like to admit.
“Would you like to go to Hogsmead with me this weekend?”
“Oh, sure” you reply, letting a dopey smile overtake your face. “We can invite Frank and Alice, I’ve been meaning to get her back for coffee-”
“No, darling, I meant just us two?” The implication made you suck in a breath, head whipping round to study any change in his features.
“You mean like.. Like a date?”
He smiles at you, a heartwarming grin that makes your stomach flip. You’re not too sure where this sudden taking to you has come from, you’d always thought you’d stay in the friend zone forever, doomed to an unrequited love from the most oblivious man you’ve ever known. Of course, your friends had tried to convince you otherwise. Mary would nudge you gently every time she caught James staring at you, to which you’d always brush her off one way or another, making up excuses so as to not get your hopes up.
Who would’ve guessed that all this time, he was thinking the same about you?
You had both agreed to not tell anyone about your date until you had figured stuff out between the two of you, wanting to be secure in what the other was feeling before going public with anything. It seemed the most sensible thing to do.
But when the day of the date came, you found yourself frustrated at not being able to tell anyone. No one to help pick an outfit out, no one to help you with your hair, no one to talk to. As much as you hated it, you made a promise to James.
There was a close call where he dragged you by your wrist into a dingy alleyway after having spotted Dorcas as she left a quaint bookshop, holding you against a wall with a finger pressed to his lip in a hush motion, hand placed on your hip to keep you still and steady, lest you run out and make yourselves known. To say the whole ordeal made your heart skip a beat would’ve been an understatement, and the sneaking around was absolutely riveting.
So you found that what was even more frustrating, was not being able to tell anyone how good the date went. He had greeted you with a bouquet of flowers, charm placed on them to never wilt as well. He had been a gentleman the whole afternoon (he normally is anyway, but even more so this time). He had held every door open for you, even pulling out your chair for you, and paid for the whole ordeal. You felt so safe with him walking next to you, a certain pride overcoming you knowing that he liked you, and you liked him, and gosh he liked you. It was overwhelming and you longed for someone to share it with. But James had your word, and the last thing you wanted to do was mess things up with him. So, you kept your mouth shut, painful as it was.
The next few weeks consisted of you sneaking around everywhere, and although it started off as exciting, you were really starting to get tired of keeping such a daunting secret from your closest friends. There was a lot of sneaking out after curfew to have midnight picnics on the astronomy tower, consisting of snacks James had nabbed from the Great Hall during dinner. A lot of sneaking off with the promise of the bathroom on your lips to professors, instead meeting up just to get these little snippets of alone time with each other, before any of your friends could catch on, let alone someone like Minnie.
You thought finally going on dates with James Potter would be a good thing, but you came to find that you hated it. Not the dates, they were always amazing. They always made you forget how much you disliked sneaking around, almost making it all worth it. He was amazing, and kind, and funny and gosh you liked him so very much, but the lack of sleep was starting to catch up to you, making you much more irritable than normal.
Every time you’d sit gathered in the common room with all your friends and who you wished to be your boyfriend, all you’d want is to openly hold his hand, openly admire how good he looked in that one quidditch jumper, and oh wow, to openly kiss him.
To be fair, he hadn’t even secretly kissed you yet.
So when you heard Sirius talking to James in the Great Hall about a Hufflepuff girl cheering extra loud for him during their last quidditch match, always staring at him with heart eyes and blushing every time he looked her way, it got on your last nerve.
“James, can I talk to you please?” you practically grit through your teeth, trying to keep your calm as best as you can.
“Hold on a sec, you’ve been stealing him away so much lately, what, you guys fucking or something?” Sirius proclaimed, wiggling his eyebrows at the both of you infuriatingly. To say the least, the comment had struck a soft spot, and you wanted now more than ever for James to lift this silly rule, to be confident enough in your relationship to just admit his feelings for you, right there, in front of everybody.
It was too much to hope, as all he did was turn around and join in on the jesting, not even considering how it might make you feel.
“Gosh no, you know we’re just friends, Pads cmon, don’t be like that.” The words cut through you, hurting more than he realised. You didn’t even know what to do, but you weren’t making the decisions, your body was making them for you. You spun on your feet, tears welling up in your eyes, embarrassment overflowing through your veins like blood. You started to walk away, leaving behind you a stunned Sirius and a very regretful James.
In that moment, all conflicting feelings left him, overtaken by wanting (read: needing) to comfort you, any means necessary. He couldn’t stand to see you upset, especially by his own hand.
When you heard him calling after you, getting up to catch up to you, you could only speed up, trying to get away from him as fast as possible.
“Honey, please, I didn’t mean it, you know I didn’t mean it-”
It’s no surprise that he catches up to you, jogging in front of you to somewhat block your path, pleading with you to hear him out. When your stubbornness dismissed him, there was only one more thing that he could think to do that would get his point across. After all, actions do speak louder than words.
He grabs ahold of your face with both hands, opening his mouth to say something, anything, before cutting himself off by planting his lips firmly to yours.
James Potter really was never very good with words. So it’s a good thing that you could always understand him, words or not.
thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed! i'm always open to constructive criticism and helpful feedback :) a like, comment or reblog goes so far💕
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It’s always so interesting to me how so many people tend to look at protagonists’ reactions in 19th century gothic media and immediately slap a label on them as “over-dramatic” or “weak”, when in reality I don’t think we (as a society) know what we’re talking about. I think our society is collectively desensitised to concepts, and what I mean by that is that the concept of a story like Dracula or Frankenstein isn’t something that we’d ever bat an eye at because it’s been so ingrained into our very understanding or the concept of basic modern horror premises that we no longer appreciate it for what it is, and I’ve been guilty of it too. So a lot of people take the protagonists reactions to their circumstances, and paint it as melodrama or even worse, get high and mighty and claim that if THEY were in that scenario, they would NEVER do something so stupid, right?
But I need you to take a minute to actually think about the positions these characters are in. We’ve become so desensitised to these concepts, but if we were actually in those positions in real life we would probably not be able to handle them half as well as some of these characters. For example, Dracula. Sure, guy goes to stay in spooky castle, client turns out to be a vampire, pretty standard, easy to point at Jonathan Harker’s decisions and blame him. Oh Jonathan, don’t you know walking through an abandoned castle when your client tells you not to is bound to get you hurt? Don’t you know going to a remote area with villagers crossing themselves every five seconds is dangerous?
But actually think about this. You’re a solicitor, you have a fiancée back home and you need this job. You meet your client, he’s a little creepy, you feel unsafe, but you need this job. What are you going to do, turn back and tell your employer you couldn’t do it because the vibes were off? Obviously not. You suck it up. Then slowly, your world starts collapsing around you and slowly getting smaller as you find yourself trapped inside this man’s house and you slowly come to the realisation that you are being held captive in the house of a creepy old man who has access to all the rooms in the house, including your own, and can enter it at any time, in a secluded area far away from everyone, and with no hope of reaching out for help. He has the power to do anything to you, and you’re completely helpless, and does. You are going to die there and none of your loved ones will ever know what happened to you. Your abuser might even fabricate your identity or conduct a lie to ruin all memory of you forever. Then things get worse, and you realise that your abuser and captor isn’t even human. Throw in the infanticide and assault scenes, and that is a horrifying scenario, and I don’t think some people fully recognise that when they read it.
The very same with Frankenstein, oh haha, Victor gets ill often, look at him fainting every five minutes, what a whiny bitchboy, right? But Jesus Christ, again, think about this scenario that he’s in properly. My guy digs up corpses, brings them to his dorm room and stitches them together, only for him to bring said corpses to life and watch his inanimate amalgamation of dead bodies come to life in your house. Now again, imagine cutting up corpses and sewing them together. If you can’t manage that, imagine a friend of yours came to you and told you that they’d been stealing corpses, cutting them up, and sewing them together, and they now have an 8ft tall giant amalgamation or corpses in their room. Now imagine going to their house and seeing that amalgamation of corpses. Good luck not passing out and vomiting all over their bedroom floor, and extra good luck not needing extreme psychiatric care afterwards. Again, corpses. I’m willing to bet half the people here have never even seen a corpse, and this isn’t even freshly-dead-grandma-in-the-coffin, these are decomposing and rotting corpses of real human beings. Observed. And some corpses cut up. And pieced together. Into a giant corpse. Genitalia included. Intestines included. Everything else included. And then that corpse then starts killing everyone you’ve ever loved and you have the added guilt that it IS it’s own person and you’ve abandoned it.
Which of course, could lead me into a whole separate rant, on how I believe that Victor’s flaw doesn’t lie in his horror at his own actions, and his fainting and illness and whatnot, but rather at his deliberate avoidance of the consequences of those actions – (horrifying as they may have been to come to terms with, his avoidance ultimately led to the mental distress and death of tons of completely innocent people, and his avoidance, however difficult, was still very much wrong and Victor is still very much to blame for it) – as well as the mania and obsessive justification he kept using to reach that goal. Although again, it could be argued there was avoidance in that as well – Victor pasting clinical lenses over all his actions, ignoring his family and friends, which ultimately all caught up with him. It’s my reading that Victor isn’t to blame whatsoever because he’s “over dramatic” or that “whiny”, he has every right to be severely traumatised by his experiences, however much his own fault they may be, he is to blame because at every turn where he could have faced his actions and confided in a friend or likewise, he did not, and it led to the deaths of everyone he loved. Except for Ernest, who likely then had to live with the death of his entire family.
But that’s a side rant – my primary point is, I genuinely do not remotely believe that authors in the past were really any more “emotional” or “melodramatic” than we are today. The only difference is that because the premise of these plots have been so deeply engrained into our society, we do not understand how horrifyingly traumatising these situations are by nature and dismiss them out of hand. Dracula did not exist yet when Dracula was being written. Frankenstein did not exist yet when Frankenstein was being written. Don’t come looking to read old gothic literature expecting a camp B-list horror film, and then call the characters over-dramatic when they react like average actual human beings to absolutely horrific scenarios.
And what’s more with regard to general more open affection between friends in older books, no it isn’t unrealistic, we’re all just cynical assholes now. (There’s a limit, obviously. Some characters are just raging homosexuals and there’s no other explanation. “His form so divinely wrought and beaming with beauty” my ass alright now just admit you had gay sex and be done with it)
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Absolutely fucking adore the idea of Constantine having a very talkative and energetic little human around that he calls “bunny” and treats you like one, treats you like a pet.
You really think that you’re Constantine’s sidekick because you follow him around everywhere he goes and you’re basically living in his apartment because you just – never – fucking – leave. No matter what Constantine does, no matter how mean he treats you, you just can’t bring yourself to hate him because he just might be the only light you have in your life – which is a weird thing to say considering Constantine probably possesses the most darkest mind in the world and you haven’t even seen half of it.
When he’s in a good mood, he’d treat you out for a dinner and actually conversates with you like a normal human being (even though nothing about him – or you – is normal) and tell demon and angel stories you’d always find yourself drawn into, chin on your palm, wide doe eyes while listening to his deep voice talk.
Most of the time you’d get very excited about something and very eager to learn that you’re practically vibrating in your seat. It’s such a normal occurrence to Constantine that he knows how to deal with you when you’re in that state of mind.
“Wait so – if demons and angels exist, is there a possibility that vampires are also true? Are they real? Please, tell me they’re real – I mean, have you ever met one before, John? God, that would be so freaking cool. I always wanted to be a vampire –”
Constantine lets you talk. Even though he wouldn’t quite grasp the other words that you’re saying because he really feels like you’re rapping instead of talking. Not to mention the hand movements you’d do while you spew random little facts out of nowhere, or when you’d remember a memory from childhood that you’ll end up telling him; Constantine really does find you quite adorable.
And you’re a bit energetic too. Well, a bit wouldn’t really cover it. You’re full blown energetic who sometimes acts like you drank five cans of caffeine the moment you open your eyes, but Constantine knows all your energy is natural and comes from your heart.
You wouldn’t be able to sit down next to him at a diner without your hands fiddling with something or when you just really… couldn’t keep your mouth shut. It’s a hard thing to do, really.
Then there’s Constantine, who likes to take advantage of your behavior by saying something really perverted and inappropriate.
“Hey, bunny.”
“What?”
“Would my cock be enough to get you to stop talking?”
“Good one. But that would only make it a lot worse.”
“I know. I’ve heard it,” he’d snicker, then would press a kiss on your cheeks that would make you flutter and scoff in annoyance. He always smelled like cigarettes and something minty. “I’m joking, bun.”
“Yeah, it would be a joke if it wasn’t true,” you rolled your eyes. “You’ve witnessed my mouth doing a lot more work than usual when I’m sucking your dick.”
“Well, you should be proud of yourself, bun. Looks like your mouth got more talent other than talking.”
“Haha, very funny.”
His comments like that don’t really offend you or anything because you know he’s joking. You know he secretly loves your rambles despite being mean about it, because that’s just how he is.
But during sex, it’s a whole different story.
Constantine has a habit of making you cry on the bed by making your rambles even worse. He knows that you ramble when you’re either feeling flustered, nervous, or horny, and most of the time you get all those feelings at once when you’re in front of his cock, which means a sudden flip of the switch inside your brain just goes off and you start saying these deliciously filthy words that never fails to make Constantine hard.
“What’s that, little bun? I didn’t hear you,” Constantine smirked, voice teasing as his hand gripped the base of his thick cock, smearing the dripping tip all over your lips as you struggled to catch your breath after he fucked your throat. “Where did my little talkative bunny go, hm? Why is she not talking?”
“J–John–”
“Oh? What’s that? Is the little bunny speaking?” Constantine mocked, pulled his dick away from your mouth as he gripped your chin with one hand. “If my bunny wants my attention, that’s not the right name she should be addressing me, yeah? Already forgot our rules around here, bun? I let you get a taste of my cock and you’re already defying me?”
“No–no, no, d-daddy, that’s not–that’s not what I mean,” you sniffled, your eyes getting teary from your kneeling position as well as when you heard Constantine’s mocking voice above you. “Daddy, please–just want–just want your cock in my pussy again, p-please–”
“Oh, you do? Poor little bunny is so wet and horny now, hm? My little bunny is feeling so empty?”
“Y-yes, daddy, I–I feel so empty–”
“Look at you crying. You look so pathetic,” he grinned, grabbing you by the hair and throwing you on the bed. You were already naked, already covered in bruises from the makeout session earlier and the handprint on your ass was starting to become more evident and red as minutes went by. “Where does my bunny want daddy’s cock, huh? Where do you want it, bun, tell me.”
“I–In my–In my pussy, daddy, want it in my–my cunny–” you sniffled again, pawing at his shoulders as your tears were starting to blur your vision. “Daddy, please–please, I want you so bad–miss your cock so much, feel so empty and wet and I just wanna–”
“Shhh, bun, I know. I know what you want,” he petted your hair with one hand while his other was guiding his cock in your cunt, the fat tip circling teasingly on your already puffy pussy lips and not quite going in. “Wish I could record you like this and make you watch it after. Fucking show you how filthy you are while begging for my cock. All the dirty shit you say when you’re so desperate for me.”
You keened, nodding absentmindedly even though you didn’t understand a single word he said. Your mind was only focusing on the delicious feeling of his cock rubbing against your sloppy cunt.
“Yes–yes, please, daddy, d-do what you want–do want you want, I’m yours–bunny is all yours–”
“That’s right. That’s my little bunny, knowing her place and where she rightfully belongs,” Constantine grinned, and it was only then he slammed his cock all the way inside you, stretching your walls wide as you bite onto his shoulders to keep yourself from waking up the entire building. “I would choose this tight little pussy over entering the fucking gates of heaven.”
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@sensei-venus I just got a chaotic af idea for gremlin!Reader. What if she had a cryptic pregnancy? (cw: birth scene, blood)
Like she never knows or even suspects it at all. Then one day when she's home alone, she starts having this awful tightness and pain in her belly and pelvis. Then it passes and she thinks it's okay, but it continues to happen again and again throughout the day. She hates hospitals and doctors so she refuses to go to one and tough it out.
When she realizes it's labor ain't and contractions, it's too late to do anything about it. She has to push. So as the boss-ass queen she is, she delivers her baby on her own. She pushes a good five or six times before he slides out onto her bed. She struggles to sit up but does it anyway to get her baby in her arms, pat his back, and get him breathing. He starts crying so loud that it shocks her. She gets him cleaned up as best she can and lays him on her chest, hoping to calm him down.
All these little baby delivery things she's learned from listening to Moon's midwifery stories. So naturally when things calm down a bit, she calls Moon and is like "Hey, so I just had a baby."
And Moon is like "Haha, that's so funny, Reader."
"No, I'm serious, Moon, I need you to come here now."
She speaks with a certain urgency that's far from her normal, playful tone. It's how Moon knows she's serious and she grabs up everything in her kit and goes to Hawk and Reader's house. Luckily she knows where the spare key is hidden and she gets inside. She finds Reader in her bedroom with the tiniest baby she's ever laid eyes on sucking on her tit. The room is a fucking mess, especially the bed sheets since they're covered in blood and other bodily fluid. Reader doesn't have anything to cut the umbilical cord with so she and the baby as still very much attached.
"Oh my god, how did you... oh my god." Moon can't contain her shock. She's only ever heard of cryptic pregnancies at this point in her career and she never imagined she'd encounter one.
Moon knows about Reader aversion to hospitals, so she doesn't even bring it up. She doesn't want to stress Reader out more than she probably already is stressed out. So she calmly comes over to sit beside Reader, gathers up the messy sheets, and throws them aside so they can at least get some clean sheets in there.
"Sometimes it's hard for first-time moms to get babies to latch on," she says, watching the tiny baby hungrily suckle on his mama's tit. "How'd you manage this?"
Reader kind of shrugs. "I don't know... when he started crying again, I just kinda knew he was hungry and did it."
Reader's voice is so soft and it's a different side of her that Moon hasn't seen before. She's still their gremlin of the group, she's sure, but Reader is so tired after the surprise labor that she really can't expect more of her. Still, Moon takes it as a sign that Reader is going to be a great mama despite not being ready for a baby whatsoever.
As Moon does everything she needs to - cut the umbilical cord, clean up Reader, check the baby - they talk about how this all happened. Reader explains how she had no idea about any of this, she never even had a suspicion. Then she tells her about how much it hurt, how scared she was, and how when she finally realized what had to be happening, she just had to do it. Moon tells her how proud of her she is for staying calm during the whole ordeal and how strong she is. Having a baby is a lot on the body and labor is intense, but she's done so well.
While she's checking the baby, he gets a little fussy when taken away from his mama. However, as soon as Moon starts talking to him, he calms down. He knows that sweet voice. This is one of his mama's friends.
Moon brought everything she could possibly need for the occasion and she's happy to report his good health. "He appears fully developed and perfectly healthy. Good job, mama."
She also brought a number of baby things for Reader, like a few clothes and a blanket, so she wraps him up to stay warm as soon as he's all checked out and cleaned up. Things calm down again and the pair talk about everything they can about having a new baby around. Then they hear the front door open and shut.
"Hey, babe! I'm home!"
It's Hawk. And it's at that moment Reader remembers how she never called or texted him about what was going on. She just took right to taking care of her baby boy and getting Moon over there.
Of whom, Moon jumps up and assures Reader she'll handle it. "I'll go tell him gently." Then she disappears and there's some light greetings to be heard.
Then Reader is pretty sure she hears Hawk faint.
Moon comes back in, grabs something from her bag, and exits again. She uses a smelling salt to bring Hawk back to reality and he jumps up.
"I could have sworn you said, with all the seriousness I've ever seen from you, that Reader had a baby."
"That's exactly what I said, Hawk."
She explains the situation to him before anything else happens.
When he brings her to the bedroom, he doesn't faint again. Instead, he goes straight to Reader's side as quickly and quietly as possible. "Jesus Christ, are you okay? Is the baby okay? I didn't even know you were pregnant- well I guess you didn't either based off of what Moon said, but still. Holy shit."
Reader states at him, then laughs. It's that chaotic laugh he fell in love with and he wonders what the fuck is so funny in a time like this, but also he's relieved because she's feeling well enough to laugh.
"We're fine, Eli... he's perfect."
She smiles and looks down at her baby boy in her arms. He stares up at them, taking in his pretty mama and handsome daddy. He's dressed in a green onesie Moon grabbed on her way out (I think she keeps all sorts of baby stuff to give to parents she works with in baskets she makes for them because she would so do that). It's a little big for him but it keeps him warm and that's what matters right now.
Hawk takes his little hand and holds it, staring at him with a still shocked but happy smile. "Hey there..."
While they're having their little moment, Moon starts filling out the birth certificate. She looks up ever so often to check on them, only to find Hawk holding Reader as they just admire their little one. It's so cute of them.
She stands up and brings the certificate over, showing it to them. She explains what they have to do and ends by saying, "You don't have to have a name for him now. Figure that out when you know."
"I think I know," Reader giggles, looking back down at her baby boy with a smile.
Hawk kisses the side of her head. "What's that?"
"Mason... Mason Elijah Moskowitz."
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