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Good Girl • Mingi Song

mingi x fem!reader

summary• Ateez comes to hang out with you and your other gal friends. After playing games and karaoke, the night starts to settle down. You decide to spend the rest of your night producing music. You get lost in your thoughts when Mingi suddenly comes to your room. You try to focus but you can't help but see him through your prereferral and your deepest fantasies become a reality.

warnings• switch mingi (if you squint), SMUT (kinda filthy), smut without plot?, friends to partners, pet names (baby girl, princess, baby boy), praise kink, hickeys, big dick mingi, oral (m&f! receiving), nipple play (f! receiving), unprotected sex, overstimulation, choking, hair pulling, scratching

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a/n• first time writing smut in a long time! I hope y'all like it! Please give me some requests and I will try my best to get to them and do them :))))

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You look around and see San and Wooyoung sprawled out on the couch. You take this as a queue to settle down for the night. “I’m going to go ahead and head to my room.” You announced pouring yourself another glass of wine. “Okay, get some rest y/n.” Hongjoong replied, flashing you a smile. You and Hongjoong were pretty close since you guys would produce music together. You would often spend countless nights joking around and having deep conversations. With that being said he knew all your secrets and you knew his. But there is one secret he will forever tease you on, and it's the fact that you like Mingi. You confessed to Joong the one night you had too much alcohol. You were both sharing secrets when the topic came up. When you told him his eyes went wide followed by a “Holy shit.” It was almost like he knew something you didn’t. You asked him why he had a cheeky smile on his face but he refused to tell you.

You also had a fair relationship with Mingi. You talked a handful of times but it was never long conversations. Your relationship was very playful and childish at times as you would bicker at each other often. You were both pretty shy around each other at times and couldn’t find the courage to hangout with each other outside of the group. Until last week when Mingi came over to produce some music with you. You both exchanged flirtatious jokes but most of the time it was focused on producing. You were both comfortable around each other but the most that yall have ever done was hug each other goodbye. Mingi and you would be lying if yall said you didn’t blush every time you hugged him tightly when it was time for him to leave.

You go through the hallway and make a left turn to your room. You turn on your lamp next to your desk and take a seat on your rolling chair. You open up your laptop and start your music software program. You go through all your files until you find the one you want. You place your headphones on your ears and listen to what you have already produced. You take a huge gulp of your wine letting it consume your body even more. The gears in your brain start to turn as you find places to add certain beats. Your head lightly bobs to the rhythm as you play with your keyboard to find the best notes. You get so in the zone when you produce. The beautiful track that you make forces you to close your eyes. You hum a pretty melody and sing random gibberish to see how well it goes with the song. You sway left to right thinking about the harmonies that would go well with the song. You take off your headphones and turn on your speakers just so you can hear what it sounds like. You felt that the mixing could be better on certain parts. You felt that the cords would sound better in... “A major 7.” you jumped at the deep voice and just froze.

Your heart rate skyrocketed in the presence of someone else in your room. They were right behind you and you debated attacking or not. You place your hands off of your keyboard and swivel around in your chair. You are welcomed by a gummy smile and messy black-haired Mingi sitting on the edge of your bed. “Sorry did I scare you,” Mingi giggled. You couldn’t help but laugh and respond with “You know, I almost attacked you right.” Mingi then rolled his eyes at the thought of your tiny body lodging at him and attempting to fuck him up. “Yeah right, be honest with yourself. You wouldn’t even hurt a fly.” He expressed with his head cocked to the side and a cheeky smirk on his face. “Do that again and you will see what I am capable of, Mr. Song.” As you said that the room fell silent.

You just stared at each other without saying a word. The tension between the two of you was extreme. All you could think about at that moment was sitting on his lap and making out with him. Followed by trailing kisses down his body till you fell on your knees in front of him. You snapped out of your thoughts when Mingi finally broke eye contact with you. And you couldn’t help but see his ears turn pink as he looked down at the floor. Oh, was he flustered? You thought as you laid back in your chair. You couldn’t help but let out a little laugh that caught Mingi’s attention causing him to give you a sheepish smile. “Is there anything that you need Mingi?” you asked. “Hmm?” he responded with puppy eyes. He was definitely the cutest when he flashed those eyes at you. He looked so innocent when you knew he wasn't. He would always put on this cute act and then proceed to do the naughtiest things. It was a part of his game and you knew it. Two can play that game.

“You came into my room, did you need anything?” you repeat yourself raising your eyebrow. He then began looking around nervously trying to find a reason why he was in there. In all honesty, he just wanted to get some alone time with you but he was too nervous to admit that. He didn’t want to admit that he wanted to hold you in his arms and make love to you. He’d rather you admit it first so he could make his move. The way you looked tonight has him thinking about the way you would sound under him. How good would you sound from him pleasing your overstimulated core? At this point you could tell exactly why he came in here, you could see the desire in his eyes. You wanted it just as much as he wanted it.

“Mingi?” you said with a concerned expression. Mingi’s eyes started to dart around the room as he started to play with the rings on his long fingers. “I-I just wanted to make sure you were okay! You walked away in a rush and I didn’t know if you were upset or just not feeling well. I just came by to make sure you were good and it looks like you are good because you are up making music–” He stopped rambling when you placed your hand on his. “I’m okay I promise.” You expressed suddenly getting up to sit next to Mingi on the bed. It was cute to see him all flustered especially when you had an idea of how he acted with other women. Mingi was always very flirty but when he was finally with someone he really liked his confidence switched. “Well, at least I am now.” You squeezed his hand tight and looked into his eyes.

You were so close to each other that you could hear his heartbeat. He then intertwined his hands into yours and held onto it tight. His eye trailed to your lips and came back up to meet your eyes. You could see his adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed. “You know Mingi, I really like you–” Before you could finish, his other hand cuffed your face and his thumb caressed your cheek. “So do I. Ever since I met you I couldn’t get my mind off of you, you are gorgeous baby.” His voice was lower and deeper than before causing it to send a shiver down your spine. You can’t lie the fact that Mingi called you baby made you squeeze your thighs closer together and he saw that. He took mental notes of how his words affected you and how he could use that against you.

Mingi then moved closer and whispered in your ear, “I have been wanting you to be mine for a long time baby girl.” A slight whimper escaped your lips right into his ear causing him to smirk deviously. Your dominant behavior went out of the window as soon as he gained his confidence back. He found your weak spot and wanted to push you further. He then pulled away from your ear and looked you in your eyes. It was already challenging for you to breathe as he looked at you with siren eyes. You couldn’t imagine how it was going to feel once you got what you wanted. His demeanor changing caused your demeanor to change as well. You bit your bottom lip by impulse and grabbed onto his neck. A slight chuckle came from Mingi as he saw what a mess he already made you. He hadn't even touched you yet and you were already ready to give yourself to him.

You lifted yourself up and saddled onto his lap, both legs placed on either side of his thighs. His hands went down your side to your waist, squeezing them. You kissed his cheek and then moved your lips to his ear, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine. “Mingi, I have been waiting for you to fuck me ever since we met.” At your words, he bit his lip and closed his eyes. His hands then lingered to your ass, rubbing it softly. “Oh yeah?” He uttered trying to sound devious but it just came out needy. You felt him twitch underneath your core and it drove you insane. The heat emanating from you drove him insane. You moved from his ear and looked him in his eyes. “Yes.” you breathed. Before Mingi could react your lips met. It was slow at first as you both were trying to savor the moment. It was such a beautiful sight, the lights dimmed, Mingi’s legs hanging off the bed, you on top of him, his arm around your waist, one hand resting on your ass, his other hand rubbing your outer thigh, one of your hands digging your nails into his shoulder, and the other intertwined in his black hair pulling him closer.

Involuntarily you started to move your hips back and forth causing Mingi to buck slightly into you. With that, the kiss got more intense. The kisses became desperate and eager as you both opened your mouths to let each other in. Your tongues danced against each other as y’all continued to make out. Mingi pulled away from the kiss and then bit onto your lower lip. He trailed kisses down your jaw to your neck. He started to suck on your neck leaving a big hickey on your skin. You threw your head back as he marked you. You both were drunk off of each other and didn’t know how to deal with the emotions at hand. Should we stop? You thought to yourself. You were in so deep that you couldn’t stop now.

You heard the boys and your girls laugh in the living room which broke you out of your concentration. You looked at Mingi and you giggled “Give me a minute.” You got up and walked towards the door, locking it. You then walked to your computer to turn on music so your noises could be muffled. You turned back to the bed to see Mingi lying back, his elbows resting on the mattress. God, he was so attractive like this, ready to be touched on every inch of his body. His eyes lingered up and down your body, imagining how pretty you would look without anything on. You made direct eye contact with him as you curled your fingers around the hem of your shorts. His lips parted slightly and his breathing became hitched at the sight of you stripping right in front of him. All you could do was smirk at how needy he looked for you. You could see his print through his sweatpants and it was driving you insane but you wanted to continue to tease him.

“You want this off baby?” you tugged at your shirt and smiled. All Mingi could do was nod his head. “Use your words baby boy. Do you want me to take this off for you?” you replied. “Fuck- yes please.” Mingi said with urgency. The way you talked to him turned him on in the most unholiest way possible. He has never had another woman talk to him like this and it was exciting him in a way he couldn’t explain. You smirked at his response and grabbed the cloth that was clinging to your skin. You pulled it over your head to show the bra that was matching with your underwear. “You are so gorgeous.” he breathed out while sitting up from the bed. You smiled at Mingi and walked closer towards him. “Just for you.” Your chest was lined up with his head. He grabbed onto your hips, pulling you closer, and kissed your chest.

He pulled away to take off his shirt and you suddenly stopped him. He flashed those puppy eyes at you again in confusion. “Let me do it for you Mingi.” He didn't argue and just put his hands to the side. You kissed him and reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head, and tossing it across the room. You noticed his toned muscles had become illuminated by the dimmed light. Fuck he looked so good. Mingi leaned back on the bed just like he did before and you climbed on top of him once again. You palmed his face and asked “Are you sure you want to do this? There is no going back if we do.” Mingi stared at you for a second and thought about your friendship and how it would change. He had to make a serious decision with you and it couldn’t be driven by lust. Mingi swallowed the excess saliva in his mouth and replied, “I have never been so sure in my life princess.” You couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear and giggle. “Good,” you whispered, pulling his face closer to yours.

Your lips collided with his quickly getting intense. You held onto his neck steady so the both of you wouldn’t get too rough with the kisses. Your tongue ran across the entrance of his lips and he instantly let you in. You swayed your hips back and forth on his print causing a noticeable wet spot to form on his sweatpants. A soft moan escaped Mingi’s mouth sending the vibration to your soaking wet core. Your tongues danced with each other once again as his hands found their way to your back, unclipping your bra strap. Without pulling away from the kiss you grabbed your bra and tossed it to the side. You pressed yourself close to him, making skin-to-skin contact with each other. Your hands were all over him, running your hands through his hair all the way down to his arms. One of his hands was rubbing your back while the other was rubbing your thigh. You pulled away from the kiss and started to kiss Mingi’s neck. He groaned at the sensation of your lips sucking on his skin, entangling his fingers into your hair. You slightly bit at his neck and then kissed his jaw. You then spoke softly “Let me please you baby.” He instantly nodded his head in agreement.

With that, you kissed down his chest all the way to his stomach until you fell on your knees in front of him. Your hands moved from his thighs to the print in his pants. Mingi inhaled sharply as your hands ran across his hard dick. He maintained strong eye contact with you as he watched your every move. You reached for the hem of his sweatpants and Mingi lifted slightly so you could slide them down easily. As you pulled them down you watched as his dick slapped against his stomach. You gasped at the sight of his huge dick, stopping in your tracks. Watching the precum drip from his tip. Mingi smirked and let his tongue poke the side of his cheek at your reaction. You looked back up at him and grabbed his cock with your small hands and started pumping. He watched you, every single movement, enjoying the show. As you looked him in the eyes you stuck out your tongue and licked the precum that was dripping off his tip. You moan at the taste of him and you couldn’t wait to taste even more of him. Mingi looked at you as you took his tip in your mouth with one hand wrapped around his base. Your tongue licked circles around his tip causing him to throw his head back. “Good girl.” he moaned, grabbing the back of your head. He looked back up at you and bit his lip, barely able to keep his eyes open.

Mingi groaned as he felt your mouth go down the length of his dick. His eyes opened wider at the sight of his dick fully disappearing in your mouth. “Oh my fucking god y/n!” he breathed as you started to bop your head slowly up and down. His hands pulled some of your hair out of your face, gripping it behind your head making a makeshift ponytail. You started to pick up the pace, staring at how he reacted. His lips were slightly parted and his chest was rising and falling rapidly. His hair was messily scattered in his face but you could still see his eyes staring at you lustfully. “You're such a good girl for me princess.'' His words made you moan, sending a vibration to his dick. Moans continued to escape Mingi’s mouth uncontrollably as you forced his dick down your throat repeatedly. Mingi’s eyebrows scrunched together and you could feel him twitch in your mouth. He was about to cum but he didn't want to just yet.

He gripped your hair tighter and forcefully removed you from his cock. Saliva trailed from his dick to your mouth, his dick was fully coated. You went back down in an attempt to feel your mouth back up. “Fuck.” he groaned as he pulled you back again. He saw that you were so eager to keep sucking and that drove him insane. “Please.” you whimpered looking into his eyes. “Please what princess? Tell me what you want.” he said, sending a chill down your spine. “I want you to cum in my mouth Mingi.” you begged. His dick twitched in response. “Open.” he demanded and you obeyed. He pulled you closer to his dick, guiding you down his length. The eye contact was intense to the point where you could feel his eyes burning into yours. You started off slow but quickly picked up the pace. Your throat made different noises as you forced your head down in his dick at a fast pace.

Mingi moaned and groaned loudly, feeling the whole room with unholy noises that you have never heard before. Tears started to flow down your cheeks as you continued to force him down. “Please– keep going, I’m gonna cum for you baby girl.” he expressed. You then started to moan causing another vibration to travel through his dick. He couldn’t hold it back. With a few more pumps he pushed your head down far on his length. You felt his dick twitch in your mouth followed by his cum coating your throat. You swallowed every last drop and continued to clean all the cum off his dick that managed to escape your throat. Mingi’s fingers were still tightly gripping your hair as his body twitched. You couldn’t believe you just made him cum like that. Mingi let go of your head and you sat up, wiping your mouth.

He pulled you back onto his lap and he kissed you, tasting himself. He then lifted up and you immediately wrapped your legs around him. He placed you in the middle of the bed and showered you with slow meaningful kisses. Him being hovered over you made you feel small. You were soaked and desperately wanting to be touched. “Mingi– please I need you.” you begged wanting him to fill you to the brim. “Hold on princess, let me take care of you, okay?.” You eagerly nodded and watched as he went down to your chest and kissed your nipple. He gently licked your nipple making you hum in pleasure. His hand then made its way to your other nipple, tracing circles around it. Your heart started to race more when he started sucking on your nipple. This caused you to arch your back slightly at the feeling of his warm lips around you.

He then moved his lips down your tummy, kissing it softly while looking up at you. He made his way to your thigh where he started to rub and kiss your inner thigh. He then reached for your panties, intertwining his long fingers with the fabric that was in the way of your core. He pulled them down revealing how soaked you were. He breathed in sharply followed by a quiet and deep “fuck.” You could feel him breathing, he was so close to you. He kissed your inner thigh and then pushed your knees up to your chest. You then felt his lips make contact with your core, kissing it gently. His tongue then licked you all the way up from your entrance to your clit, your juices dripping off of his tongue. Causing you to clench at the feeling.

He moaned at the taste of you trying to saver how you tasted on his tongue. “You taste so good baby girl.” He expressed. Before you could say anything Mingi started to flick his tongue on your clit causing you to moan loudly. His tongue was moving rapidly making it hard for you to stop moaning. His fingers dug into your skin where he was holding you, trying to keep you still. Mingi then started sucking on your clit sending you into a spiral. It was a feeling that you never experienced before, making you clench. “S-such a go-good boy,” your moans were broken as you tried to praise him. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably and you didn’t know what to do, the pleasure was unbelievable.

You felt his index finger slide against your entrance. A small whimper came from you as he continued to tease your swollen pussy. “Mingi please–” you begged, trying to buck your hips into his fingers. He pushed his finger into you, making you gasp for air. Both the sensation of him sucking your clit and fingering you made you arch your back and say his name repeatedly. You couldn't help but reach down and grab his hair, tugging at it as softly as you could. Mingi then slid another finger into you, sending you over the edge. He stopped sucking and went back to licking circles on your clit. You were so sensitive as you felt yourself almost reaching your high. He again picked up the pace making you moan his name loudly.

At this point the music was useless, you kept drowning it out as your moans echoed off the walls. You gripped onto his hair tight causing him to moan against your core. He knew you were close and you didn’t even have to say it. He looked up to see your eyebrows scrunched together and all he could do was smile while he was flicking his tongue on your clit. He felt your walls grip around his fingers as you tugged at his hair. Your legs started to shake uncontrollably as you felt an orgasm coming. He slowly pulled his fingers out of you and separated your thighs further. At that moment you felt the knot in your stomach pop. A loud moan escaped your lips as you came. But he didn’t stop, he continued to lick your clit. “Mingi– oh my god please!” you screamed your other hand tugging at the sheets. You sat up and looked down and looked at the sight of Mingi’s face deep in your pussy. Your body jerked aggressively as he kept eating you out. “Fuuuck Minnngiiii!” You screamed loudly, knowing your scream penetrated through the walls. Allowing everyone to hear how he was pleasing you.

He slowly pulled away and looked up at you. His face and mouth were soaked and your juices were dripping from his chin. The sight was so beautiful you couldn't help but stare at him. A smile formed on his face as he licked his lips. “You make the most precious sounds baby,” he cooed, making you blush. “Are you okay princess?” he asked you. “Holy shit I am now.” you breathed out followed by a soft giggle. “But now I want more of you Mingi.” You sounded so needy and Mingi loved that, he was dying to see how far he could push you and this was the best opportunity for it. “Your wish is granted sweetheart.” Mingi then got on top of you and pinned you down by your wrist. He started to kiss your lips followed by your cheek. You looked down and exhaled, being reminded of how big Mingi was. He then whispered in your ear, “Don’t worry I will go slow for you.” You grabbed his face and passionately kissed him. This kiss was slower than the other and more meaningful.

“Are you ready?” He asked between the kisses. You slowly nodded, rubbing your hand along his cheek. Mingi took his hand and guided it toward your entrance. He rubbed his tip across your soaking pussy making you whimper once again. He slowly pushed his tip into your pussy and you gasped at the sudden feeling. He slowly pushed in some more causing you to hold onto his bicep tightly, your nails softly dig into them. He then finally pushed all the way in, allowing his tip to kiss your cervix. You both moaned at the feeling of Mingi deep in you. You were trying to adjust to his size and he was trying to adjust to your grip. Mingi took a deep breath and planted another kiss on your lips. “Wow you are so tight,” he whispered in your ear. “Just for you,” you breathed out. Mingi let out a slight moan at your words. That shit just drove him crazy and you noticed. "I'm all yours Mingi," you said into his ear.

You then wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer to you. "I'm yours y/n," he said, attaching his lips to your neck and sucking. He slowly pulled out and slowly pushed back into you. You both moaned at the sudden sensation. You reached for his back, softly clawing at his skin. He kept thrusting into you at a slow pace making sure he wasn't hurting you. It was so nice for someone to be gentle with you and please you. You absolutely loved how Mingi whispered sweet compliments on your neck. You moved one of your hands to his head, running your fingers through his hair. "Mingi faster please, I'm ready," you begged. He then started to pick up the pace. You moaned in pleasure and dug marks on his back. Mingi let his lips press against yours, moaning into the kiss. He slowly lifted up, putting his hands under your thigh. He then pushed them up closer to your chest.

You looked back at him and nodded your head in agreement. And with one swift movement, he pulled out and slammed into you. He hit your g-spot sending you into a trance. He started thrusting roughly in and out of you. You couldn't even moan, your mouth was just left wide open. Mingi on the other hand had his head thrown back as he started to moan loudly followed by sweet compliments, "Y/n, you are so beautiful. You feel so good. I don't want to stop." You moaned in response to his words as he filled you with pleasure, "Mingi. Baby. Harder." He then looked back down at you "Fuck." he breathed. He was hesitant but he wanted to give you what you wanted. With one swift movement, he held you close to him with his left arm around your waist and anchored both of you with his right arm on the bed. You then wrapped your arms around his neck.

He then started to thrust in you at an ungodly pace. "Yes! Just like that baby!" you screamed as he hit your g-spot with every thrust. Your pussy clenched around his dick causing Mingi to grunt loudly. "Shit, you want it right there princess," he said in a breathy tone as he watched your eyes roll back in your head. The room was filled with moans and the sound of the bed violently creaking. Mingi put his head in the nock of your neck trying so hard not to cum. He wanted to please you for as long as possible. Giving you what you deserve.

You could tell Mingi was getting tired by the sloppiness of his thrust. “Let me turn around, please. I want to get on my hands and knees” you moaned in his ear. He then slowly pulled out and kissed you once again. Your tongues danced in each other's mouths while his hand trailed to your nipple. Slowly flicking it, sending an overstimulating sensation to your core. You turned around and Mingi looked down. He saw your pretty ass in the air which caused him to smack it. A little whimper came out of your mouth as you wiggled your ass in excitement. He then looked at his dick and saw your juices all over his dick. He wanted there to be more on it. He rubbed your ass and lined up his dick with your entrance. He slowly pushed in your soaking wet pussy. “Fuck! Mingi!” You screamed as this position reached your g-spot better. Before he could thrust in and out of you, you started to move back and forth on his dick. He was staying still and watching you slide on him. He laid his hands on your ass and watched how your pussy was wrapped around his dick. “Holy shit baby,” he breathed, throwing his head back. He was enjoying every second of this. He absolutely felt like he was in heaven when he was inside you.

You whimpered as you continued to move up and down on his dick, knowing exactly what was going to happen next. He then grabbed onto your waist making you come to a halt. You felt his hand trail from your lower back to your shoulder. With one movement he grabbed onto your wrist and your shoulder, pulling you up against his chest. He then wrapped his hand around your throat. “No one can fuck you better than me,” he whispered in your ear causing you whimper in response. “I’m going to fill you up babygirl.” He whispered, letting go of your neck and wrist. This caused your chest to make contact with this bed again. “Please Mingi–.” You moaned. Without hesitation, Mingi started to thrust fast and steady into your core. This causes you to form a fist with your hands and he saw.

You gripped around his dick as you felt him slide in and out of you. You felt your juices running down your thigh as he moaned your name. He was thrusting in you so hard that the headboard attached to the bed started to knock against the wall, making a loud thud. He was hitting your sweet spot causing your toes to curl and your back to arch. You couldn’t believe this was happening. That Mingi was balls deep into you giving you the love and affection you needed. “Spank me please,” you begged and Mingi behaved. You heard a loud slap and a heat form on your ass. You moaned loudly as the contact sent a wave through your body. “Mi-Mingi,” you moaned as he continued to slap your ass multiple times while thrusting into you aggressively. He then pulled you up near his chest once again by your wrist still pumping at a steady pace. He reached his hand around your waist and his fingers made contact with your clit. He rubbed circles on your clit sending you into a spiral.

You were so close and Mingi could tell by the way your pussy clenched around him. He was close himself and your grip around him didn’t make it any better. Your legs started to get weak as you felt a knot in your stomach. “Cum for me baby,” you heard Mingi demand. You obeyed and were finally released. Your legs shook as you felt him fill you up with cum. Loud moans filled the air followed by heavy breathing. Mingi pulled out and stared at your pussy waiting for cum to spill out of you. Just as he wanted cum dripped out of your pussy and started to run down your thigh. Mingi smacked your ass one more time causing you to moan his name once again. Your ass had his handprint all over it.

He turned you around and placed kisses all over you. He laid next to you and moved your hair out of your face. He flashed you a smile and asked “Are you okay? Did I go too hard?” You giggled and placed a passionate kiss on his lips. “No it was perfect,” you responded. You put your head on his chest and rubbed his cheek. Mingi suddenly got up and picked up a clean towel. He spread your legs and cleaned you off. You stared at him with the biggest smile on your face and he smiled back. After cleaning you he crawled back and held you close to his chest. He moved your sweaty strands of hair away from your forehead and kissed it multiple times. “You did amazing by the way y/n.” All you could do was giggle, “No you did amazing Mingi.” You could feel him smile against your skin. “Only because of you.” You playfully rolled your eyes at his comment and looked up to kiss him passionately. “Mingi, I love you.” you expressed staring deeply in his eyes. Mingi’s smile became so big and he became flustered. “I love you too y/n.”

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moni-logues · 1 year

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Marriage or Arsenic?

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader

Genre: Fluff, domestic, established relationship

Word count: 984

Content: no real warnings but they do pretend to poison each other so there are jokes about murder lmao

Summary: You and Taehyung have been happy for years even though you do wish he'd get on with it and just propose already. When a bit gets out of hand, you strike a deal.

A/N: in honour of our boy's birthday, I'm reposting my very first ever fic!!!!!!

“Yeobo!” Taehyung calls as he enters the apartment. He has called you that for years, but you’re not actually married and that’s fine. You’re not in any rush. There’s plenty of time for all that; you’re both still young, after all. Sure, a lot of couples do get engaged and married after less time than you’ve been together but what works for one couple won’t necessarily work for another and you guys are so happy as you are. It's fine! It's fine.

Would you love to marry Taehyung? Of course! It would be a dream! Would you love for him to propose to you? Of course! It keeps you up at night sometimes, dreaming about how he’d do it and what he’d say. You’ve even thought about proposing to him yourself, truth be told, but you know he’d be disappointed to not be the one to do it. And also, you’re fine waiting. It’s completely fine.

“Where are you?” he calls again.

“Shower!” you reply as you lather shampoo in your hair.

“How long have you been in?” His voice sounds closer now as he approaches the bathroom. “How much longer will you be?”

“It’s a Big Shower night tonight and I’ve only just started, so it’ll be a good half an hour before I’m out and dressed again.”

“Good,” you think you hear him mutter as he walks away.

Good? You wonder what he’s planning and try not to get ahead of yourself. He obviously would not propose without any warning like this, would he? You were planning to get straight into your pyjamas but should you put on real clothes instead? No, you decide not to let your brain go there. He probably just wants to know when he can use the shower. Probably. Yeah, probably…

As you pad into the kitchen, clean and tingling (and wearing pyjamas), you see Tae at the stove. His cooking has improved tremendously, and, as long as he keeps it simple, he can produce some truly edible food. Tonight, it’s fancified ramen.

“Special ramen,” Taehyung announces.

“And what’s so special about it?” you ask as you take two bowls from the cupboard.

“A secret ingredient.”

“Ah.” You nod, knowingly. “Arsenic?”

“Of course. But only in your bowl.”

He’s so good at playing it straight whereas your face splits into an enormous grin immediately. His complete conviction to deadpan used to throw you when you first met and resulted in a number of misunderstandings and miscommunications, but once you got to know each other, you realised that your rhythms ran to the same beat; you are completely in sync.

You place the two steaming bowls onto the dining table and Tae immediately switches them around with a shake of his head.

“This one is yours.”

You take a spoonful of broth, blow on it gently while he watches you intently and then you taste it.

“And how is it?” he asks.

“You know, that arsenic has really given it such a depth of flavour. Go on, you try some of yours.”

“But mine doesn’t have arsenic in!”

“Oh, doesn’t it? You think you’re the only one with access to arsenic? Honey, you should know me better than that by now.”

Mission accomplished: he breaks and grins back at you.

“Well, if I’d known it was going to the last night on earth for us both, I might have made something better,” he muses.

“I definitely didn’t think we’d go down like this, I have to say.”

You raise your bowls to each other and clink them together. Commitment to the bit. That’s what you love. Along with everything else.

Lying on the sofa in Taehyung’s arms, a film playing on the TV, you debate whether or not to just close your eyes for a little bit, have a rest. Without turning around and disturbing him, you can’t check, but you’re pretty sure Tae’s asleep already. You stretch out to the TV remote to turn it off and he shuffles behind you.

“Hey, I'm watching that,” he mumbles, not opening his eyes.

“Oh, damn; I thought the arsenic had got you. How long will it take, do you reckon?”

You settle back in his arms and close your eyes.

“I don’t know, but I’m hoping you go first so I know what I’m in for.”

“Of course, I will. I’d do anything for you.”

“I know you would; it’s why I’ll love yo-…” He chuckles. “I was going to say it’s why I’ll love you until death does us part, but given that we’re both going to die tonight, that’s not very long. I will love you until I die in this life and then I’ll love you in the next life and the next life and the one after that and the one after that.”

“The one after that?” You ask.

“No, not that one.” You know he’s joking. “I feel like I’ve loved you before, too, don’t you think? Like our souls knew each other even before we did.”

You feel the same: there is a deep-rooted connection between the two of you that you couldn’t explain even if you wanted to.

“And do you think we’ll get married in the next life?” you ask. You know that he knows that you want to get married; it’s not like you haven’t talked about it.

He laughs.

“Don’t you think we should get married in this one, first?”

“Well, yes, but it looks like we’re out of time now, doesn’t it?”

“Ok, let’s make a deal, then. If we both survive until tomorrow, I promise we can get married.”

You nod and ignore the way your heart picks up.

“Sounds like a good deal to me.”

“Ok, good, now, be quiet, I’m trying to die in peace.”

You laugh and snuggle down in his arms. Even if you really only get one lifetime with him, who could possibly complain?

#taehyung x reader #taehyung fluff #taehyung fic #taehyung #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts fic #marriage or arsenic fic #mmm repost

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perfectbananaglitter · 11 months

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The Talk part 3/3

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/perfectbananaglitter/701297777559355392/the-talk-part1?source=share

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/perfectbananaglitter/703470832957210624/the-talk-part2?source=share

“-I’m sorry, they did what? Do you want me to beat someone up?”

I was expecting this reaction when I decided to tell my sisters about the bet. What I wasn’t expecting, however, was Jade threatening my teammates with her 50 kg on a good day.

I gaze at my sisters, who seem to be in a silent conversation.

Jade turns to Bailey, “Sidney and Karim will help me, right? They wouldn’t miss the chance to mess with the hockey guys. How dare they? That’s so insensitive of them. Who do they think they are? They’re supposed to have your back!” Delilah drops her hand on her thigh, trying to calm her down even a little.

“I just felt so betrayed, not even mad. It didn’t cross my mind they could do something like that. I wasn’t expecting to be welcomed with open arms like we’re heroes. I was worried they would be homophobic assholes. But I didn’t think they would have held a bet on a potential relationship months ago. They didn't even bet to know if we were together or not; No! That was a given. They bet on whether we were going to expose our relationship. Nobody doubts that at one point we’ll sleep together. The question was when, where, and how we’ll say something.

“I mean, it was insensitive of them. They shouldn’t have, and you and Jensen have every right to be mad at them and feel betrayed. But at least, now you can be all mushy with your boyfriend. You need to look at the bright side. You’ll be able to cuddle up on the bus. No more having to twist your shoulder at a weird angle to hold his hand while he’s sitting behind you. And the team won’t think you’re going to tear each other's heads off every five minutes.” Bailey tries to reassure me. She has always been the rational one.

“No, they’ll have to worry about them jumping each other every chance they get…” Jade says with a smirk.

Both my sisters make disgusted faces at the idea of their baby brother having a sex life. And I get it; I don’t want to know what any of my sisters are doing with their partners. I shake my head, trying to get rid of those terrifying images that are unfortunately forming in my mind.

I’m so lost in my fight against those ideas that I don’t realize Cauler is joining us until he’s sitting next to me, his hand on my knee, his voice whispering a hello in my ear.

I freeze for a moment, not expecting him to be here. I turn to face him, my sisters' words still ringing in my head. Cauler looks at me with concern, noticing my hesitation. "Is everything okay?" he asks, his hand still on my knee. “Nobody can see us.” I take a deep breath and nod, trying to push away the anxiety of being in public. "Yeah, everything's fine," I say, hoping to sound convincing. I smile at him and intertwine our fingers.

Cauler looks at me for a moment longer, trying to analyze my face. I can see his brain going miles an hour, trying to know if I’m lying to him. But he nods and squeezes my hand before turning to my sisters and Jade and saying hello to them.

As I watch him asking Jade questions about her latest art project, I can't help but feel grateful for Jaysen’s presence. He always knows when something's wrong and tries his best to make me feel better. I take a deep breath, trying to forget about the bet and our teammates for a while. Maybe a good meal and some company will help me clear my head. For once, I feel hungry and like I could eat the whole menu, so when the waitress arrives to take our orders, I don’t stop myself from ordering everything my heart desires.

But when Bailey asks him how he’s feeling after the bet, the previously light and nice atmosphere switches to something heavy and uncomfortable.

“Hum… I’m… Okay, I guess. It wasn’t nice of them. Terzo was really upset. I get why he was, though. They really betrayed his trust, and he doesn’t give it easily.”

My sisters share a look.

“His trust? Do you mean ‘our’ trust?”

“Hum… I guess?”

“Jaysen, darling, you do realize you were betrayed too? You don’t have to be used, but you’re allowed to. You gave the team your trust, and they broke it too. My brother is a little shit with too many feelings he doesn’t know how to deal with. So he’s a bit overdramatic. But you’re also a victim here. And I need you to tell me you realize that.”

He’s frowning, his eyebrows drawn together. His eyes are fixed on his plate, but I can’t tell he’s not really seeing it.

“Oh.”

Oh. He didn’t. He was so upset on my behalf that he couldn’t be on his own.

His face turns sad as reality hits him. I can only watch emotions crossing his features. I squeeze his hand, trying to bring him an ounce of comfort. But it’s all I can do. Knowing my boyfriend, he needs to process this new information on his own. So for the rest of the meal, he just picks at his food, smiling only when someone talks directly to him. And even then, he often asks them to repeat. He’s so lost in his own head, I can’t help but ache for him, knowing very well what he’s going through.

As we leave my sisters to walk to my room, I can sense the weight of the situation on Cauler's shoulders. Still in his own head, I guide Jaysen to the dorm where we will be able to talk if it’s what he needs. I know he's trying to process everything that's happened, and I want to be there for him. But at the same time, I'm not sure how to help him.

The walk is short. I close the bedroom door as he sits on my bed. "Hey," I say, breaking the silence between us. "I know this is all really overwhelming for you right now, but I want you to know that I'm here for you. We'll get through this together." I sit next to him, draping my arm around his waist.

Cauler looks at me, and I can see the pain and confusion in his eyes. "I just can't believe they would do something like that," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. He drops his head on my shoulder, resting his forehead, hugging me."I thought we were all friends, you know? And now I feel like I can't trust anyone. And I can’t believe I didn’t realise that. How oblivious am I ?"

"I know," I raise my hand to the back of his neck, embracing him.

Cauler, sigh and we continue sitting in silence. I can feel his sadness and frustration, and I wish there was something I could do to make it all go away. But I know that healing takes time, and all I can do is be there for him, no matter what. My therapist would be proud of me.

"I'm sorry," Cauler says, breaking the silence. "I know I'm a mess”

"Don't apologize," I say, putting my arm around his shoulder. "You have every right to feel the way you do. And I'm here for you, no matter what. And if anyone of us is a mess, we both know it’s me"

This answer does make him laugh at least a little, easing a bit of tension from this situation.

After a few minutes, Cauler lifts his head and looks at me. "Do you think we'll be able to trust them again?" he asks, his voice laced with uncertainty.

"With time, I do think so," I say, being honest with him. "They’re our friends, they’ve done something stupid and insensitive. But they didn’t mean to hurt us. And they regret it, so much. Have you talked to Zero?"

"No, I haven’t seen any of the guys, not yet.”

"You should, when you’re ready and not a second before.” I drop a kiss on his head. “I talk with Dori, it was hard, but I think it was the best thing to do.”

He nods but doesn’t move. I pull him so we can lie down together. We stay there bathing each other. We’re alone, and that’s exactly what we need. Some alone time to process what happened. And if I get to cuddle my hot as fuck boyfriend, that’s not so bad.

#al graziadei #jaysen caulfield #mickey james iii #icebreaker book #a.l. graziadei

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sunspray-peak · 8 months

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Ch. 47: Not You, Though

FRIDAY - FALL 26

A troubled mind ought to have brought troubled sleep, and Yoba knew that Achilles’ mind was as battered and bruised as it had ever been.

But for now, his exhaustion had quashed his lingering anxieties, and he had slept almost entirely straight through Dr. Harvey’s physical examination. Had barely fluttered his eyelashes when the doctor had had to reset his broken fingers and wrap his sprained wrist.

“I’d like to keep an eye on the cut, though,” Harvey had noted to Elliott, who had switched sentry duty with Leah and was now scrupulously taking notes with a peacock quill while Achilles continued his slumber on the examination table. “It will likely take longer to heal than a normal wound, even with the ointment��certain spirit venom can be somewhat resistant, see the green tint around the edges, here… but I am confident it is nothing to be overly concerned about.”

Other than those two most major injuries, however, Dr. Harvey was overjoyed, though somewhat bemused, by Achilles’ overall physical condition.

“If you’d like to stay longer,” the doctor had whispered (for poor Abigail was still deep asleep, her injuries much more significant) to Achilles the next afternoon after a light lunch, “You’re more than welcome to. But I’m happy to say there isn’t much left for me to do for you. Remarkable! So if you feel that you may be more comfortable in your own bed, well, you have my number. Just be sure to get some rest. We’ll see you next season to get that cast off.”

Achilles had indeed been thinking of the heated mattress waiting for him back at the farmhouse. Eager to ease his sore limbs and equally sore mind, he thanked the doctor and began the slow trek back home with Voltaire at his heels.

But alas. Refuge in his heated mattress was not to be found. Perhaps his troubles had finally caught up with him, for even after he threw back twice the recommended dosage of sleeping pills, Achilles felt the rumblings of that all too familiar and all too unwelcome restlessness begin to waken in his head.

“Absolutely not,” he sang to himself, grabbing a purple fountain pen and his messenger bag from beside his desk and plodding to the porch. Perhaps he’d tackle Elliott’s novel first… or maybe the third graders’, that was more time sensitive… That’s what he needed right now. A story. Didn’t even have to be a good one. Just something to occupy and distract his brain before it began to devour itself. Stay busy. Stay productive. Stay sane.

It’s only a matter of time, though. The knot in his stomach tightened at the thought. He’d have to deal with, well, everything at some point—he wouldn’t be able to escape the Shadow King’s words, no matter how hard he tried. They sat heavy in his mind. Lying low, yes, but biding their time for his full attention. And he knew he’d have to deliver at some point. It was inevitable. Something was coming. He wasn’t sure exactly whatthat “something” would ultimately be, but he knew that he had reached some sort of point of no return. And he would have to pay.

Well. Nothing to do but try to enjoy this calm before the storm while it lasted. Surely he deserved at least one day.

A light breeze picked up. On his walk back to Strawberry Farms, he had been delighted to see Stardew Valley had returned to its cheery, pre-apocalyptic charm. For a few minutes he watched the copper leaves dance alongside swallowtail butterflies under the warm shine of the sun. Then he turned to story #1.

*****

“Hey there.”

Achilles opened his eyes. The sun was much lower in the sky than it had been before he had taken a seat. The students’ stories that he’d been editing must’ve fallen to the porch floor some time during his nap. Perhaps a little autumn sun and breeze were what his mind had needed to finally relax.

Although, had he relaxed? He had woken to a light headache, but there was something else (besides the neck cramp) that had woken with him—a tense darkness in the guise of a half-forgotten dream…

But in light of his visitor, he found the tension easy enough to push aside. For now.

With both hands, Achilles tried to stretch, reaching for the clouds before the cut across his shoulders sent a sharp warning shock through his arms. He winced, rubbing his elbows as he greeted Alex with a, “Hey there yourself.”

Alex stood before him with a paper bag in his hands. “Harvey said you had checked out. Thought maybe I’d drop off dinner.”

“Thanks.” Achilles attempted to stretch his arm across his chest before the pain made him give up yet again. “Why don’t you join me?” With his good hand, he moved his messenger bag to the floor and retrieved the scattered pages of one of Penny’s students’ work before gently setting it under the bag.

“It’s been less than 24 hours since you crawled out of the ground and you’re already working?” Alex eyed the pages spilling out by Achilles’ foot as he took a seat. “You never did learn how to relax, huh?”

Achilles shrugged, taking the salad Alex offered him. “I said I’d get them their drafts back by next Monday.”

“I think the third graders would understand…”

“Well, I didn’t know what else to do…” Spicy lemon chicken with couscous and arugula. His favorite. The sight of the small, thoughtful salad brought a guilty pang to Achilles’ heart. He set down his fork and turned to Alex.

“I’m sorry. For yesterday. For what I said and how I said it. I shouldn’t have raised my voice.”

“No, you probably shouldn’t have.” But Alex’s tone was casual. He didn’t even look at Achilles, eyes focused instead on the steaming cup of tea he was now slowly passing. From the scent, lavender earl grey. “Careful, Gus made this at like 8 million degrees—”

“It was wrong.”

“Huh? Oh. I guess.”

“It was. You were only trying to help.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true, but you were dealing with a lot…”

“I’m sorry.”

Achilles’s eyes finally managed to make contact. Alex followed the glance with a small smile before taking Achilles’ left hand and giving it a tiny squeeze. “Uh. Cool. I, uh. I appreciate that. I’m just… glad your okay. We were all scared. For both of you.”

Conscious somewhat absolved, Achilles dug into the salad, though the speed in which he was forced to clumsily spear his chicken with his left hand didn’t quite match his ravenous appetite.

For a silent minute or two, Alex and the butterflies watched him struggle.

“Is this fun for you?” Achilles eyed Alex narrowly only to proceed to miss his mouth with the fork.

“Kind of, yeah, actually.”

Achilles flicked a couscous pearl in retaliation, but it flew short and landed in Alex’s lap. “I broke my hand to save this Valley’s ass, and this is how I’m thanked.”

“Do you need me to feed you instead?”

At this, Achilles turned red and shoved a particularly large arugula leaf into his mouth.

“I should come out here and watch you eat more often,” Alex said above Achilles’ subsequent choking coughs that were only turning him redder. “This has been better than half the stuff grandpa puts on the TV.” After finishing his comments with a hearty grin, he leaned over to whack Achilles’ on the (thank Yoba) lower back.

“You… said… you…” Achilles managed to wheeze in an attempt to change the conversation, “stopped by Harvey’s earlier? How’s Abigail?”

Alex withdrew a salad of his own from the bag—must’ve anticipated the invitation to stay, Achilles thought, biting the inside of what was already quite a sore cheek.

“She’s good. Better than you—you look terrible.”

For perhaps the first time in his life, Achilles realized he didn’t care.

“She didn’t look like she was doing particularly great when I left Harvey’s.”

“Oh yeah? I dunno, she seemed pretty fine just now.”

Strange.

“Yeah, she’s actually at the saloon. ‘Regale the Tale of Abigail!’” Alex took a sip from his own drink. “Or something like that. Don’t worry, she was giving you credit, too, it just messed with her rhyme.”

Achilles shrugged as best as his shoulders would let him. “Well… it was mostly her.”

“Yeah, that’s sorta how it sounded.” Alex flashed another mischievous grin before leaning far back in the chair, arms crossed behind his head. Achilles’ eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to the small strip of skin revealed by the raised crewneck, but he quickly turned to look back up at Alex’s face.

“Then again, I only caught the beginning. Heard her while I was grabbing dinner. That second concussion and broken foot don’t seem to have done anything much, she’s as loud as ever, let me tell ya. You know how she loves a crowd… whole town’s down there at the Stardrop listening to her right now.”

“Not you, though.”

The words had left Achilles’ mouth quickly, before his conscious mind had had a chance to perhaps revise his tone to something more sarcastic and less… earnest.

Alex gave a little start at the words, tipping slightly in the chair as if only just realizing himself that he was indeed on Achilles’ porch. But after regaining his balance, feet now planted solidly on the wooden floor, he turned to meet Achilles’ gaze and smiled with a sureness that left Achilles lightheaded. “No. I guess not.”

*****

They ate the remainder of the meal in comfortable semi-silence. Like the breeze, the birds had also made a return following Achilles and Abigail’s victory down under, and were now chirping merrily, hidden in the boughs of Achilles’ fruit trees under the glow of the setting sun.

To Achilles’ relief, Alex hadn’t asked him a single question about the mines. But whether that was because he hadn’t wanted to pry, or because he was straight up uninterested in hearing “The Spiel of Achilles” (as Achilles was unceremoniously dubbing his side of the story—didn’t have quite the same ring to it…), Achilles hadn’t the brain power to spare to wonder.

For all he knew, perhaps Alex simply figured Achilles would need all his concentration to finish eating his salad. He had a long season ahead of him if it continued to be this difficult… just three broken fingers and he was already struggling to survive…

Shortly after they had both finished, a stout, dark figure came crossing over the small hill into Strawberry Farms.

“Achilles,” Shane said with a doff of his Joja cap, stopping at the bottom of the porch stairs. “Hoo… good seeing you.”

“Hey Shane! How are ya?”

Unlike Alex, Achilles greeted the newcomer noiselessly, returning Shane’s nod with a sluggish one of his one. Whew, already exhausted and it was only 7 o’clock… eating that salad had taken a lot out of him…

“I, uh…” Shane’s small eyes darted to Alex, who was now noisily sucking a fruit smoothie from a straw while squinting down at one of Penny’s third grader’s stories. “Don’t mean to disturb… was just stoppin’ by to get the pumpkins for tomorrow…”

“Oh, you’re not disturbing anything,” Alex said brightly, setting down the pages and jumping to his feet before Achilles even had a chance to digest Shane’s words. “Want a cookie? Got some gingersnap leftover here…”

Shane shook his head and made to leave for the southern quadrant of the farm, but Alex continued to call after him.

“Suit yourself. Hey, excited for Spirit’s Eve tomorrow? Got your costume?”

“Eh…” He otherwise ignored Alex’s attempt at conversation—perhaps unnerved by Alex’s unprecedented level of warmth towards him—and instead turned back to Achilles, who had likely taken in about 2% of their conversation and was now struggling to make sense of the remaining 98%. “I’m gonna use the wheelbarrow, if that’s ok… I’ll bring it back, in case you decide to bring some of the smaller ones tomorrow…?”

“Huh?” Achilles stared blankly as the question slowly downloaded into his brain. “Oh yeah, for sure, sure…”

“Okay. Well… good seeing you… here…. safe...”

*****

“Shane stopped by the mines yesterday,” Alex said once the man was out of earshot, down far across the farm by the pumpkins. He sat back in the rocking chair and crossed his legs.

“Who?”

“Shane.”

“Oh. Really?”

“Oh yeah. Loads of folks came by, just to check in and stuff. Thought it… nice of them. Leah had to kick Elliott out though, he was making everyone real anxious with all his pacing and nervous speeches and stuff…”

Here it comes… he’s going to ask about the mines now…

“So are you excited for tomorrow?”

Or maybe not.

Achilles’ gratitude brought a small smile to his face. This temporary, hard-bought peace would hold for just a bit longer…

He shrugged, only to be reminded once again by a sharp, radiating pain of the cut across his shoulders. “Fuck—oh, I suppose… folks kept going on and on about how Pelican Valley goes all out for Spirit Day. Should be fun.”

“Oh come on, I didn’t mean Spirit’s Eve, I meant your birthday.”

“My birthday? Ah. Well, was never a big birthday person…”

“Not big on birthdays, not big on relaxation—what are you big on that’s actually fun?”

“Where it matters…”

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry, that made a lot more funnier in my head—made a lot more senser and made funny—was funnier and made a lot more sense—sorry, I can’t talk, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Actually, yes I do, I’m tired as fuck—”

Alex jumped up, scattering pages and bits of smoothie across the porch. “Oh shoot, I’m so sorry, of course you are. Stupid, stupid, I’ll leave you—”

“No, no, no. Hey, sit back down.”

“You need rest—”

Needed it, yes. But not yet ready for it. Not ready for the inevitable chaos and tension that would be set free by his sleep to roam around his vulnerable, unconscious mind.

“What can I say, I like hearing to the sound of your voice. Like hearing the sound—whatever, I give up. Stay here until I fall asleep? Probably won’t be long at this rate…”

“Are you saying I’m boring?”

“Al, shut up, I just said I like the sound of your voice.”

Achilles gestured for him to return to the chair, and when that didn’t work, rapped his unbroken hand smartly against the wooden seat. “Sit.”

Alex sat.

Achilles closed his eyes and rested his hands across his stomach. “Good boy. Now. Tell me about Spirit’s Eve. Need I prepare anything?”

A brief splutter. Alex seemed to have choked on his smoothie, likely an errant chunk of unblended banana. “Sorry, what’d you say?”

“Need I prepare anything for the morrow?”

“Oh. Do you have a costume?”

“I do not.”

“Well you should have a costume.”

“I’m basically 30.”

“Why are you rounding up? It’s a Stardew Valley tradition. Everyone dresses up, even my grandparents. You’d probably know that if you checked your mail.”

“Hey, I’ve been busy with other things.”

“No, no—mines or no mines, I know you haven’t checked your mail in months—”

Achilles opened one eye to glare mockingly to his left. “Knew this you did and yet no warning you gave.”

“And I regret telling you already. Should’ve had you show up costume-less tomorrow and get chewed out by everyone. Learn your lesson. Have Lewis strip you of your Flower King title and call you the disgrace of the community.”

“Oh, don’t say that, now I’m really tempted to do nothing… so what are you going to be?”

“Mmm. I can’t tell you. It’s all a secret. That’s also tradition. Which you would’ve known if you’d, you know, checked your mail.”

At this, Achilles opened both eyes, and accompanied his glare this time with a scowl. “I crawled out of Yoba’s asshole less than 24 hours ago, please, fuck me some slack. Fuck. No. Sorry. Cut me some slack...”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure people will. Hey, just wear one of your weirder buttons downs and say you’re some rando character from one of those rando big brained books you’re always reading… just put something together, man, we’ll forgive you this year if it’s terrible… but only this year—”

Achilles settled back in the rocking chair, eyes once again closed as he took a deep, semi-relaxing breath through his nose. “Can you tell me what you were last year? Help me get some ideas…”

“Oooh, well, last year was pretty weak all around, actually… I was a dinosaur… Abigail, Sam, and Seb did some sort of farm animal group costume… Haley wore her old cheerleading uniform… yeah, no standouts. Oh, but the year before was really good. Emily made these super cool wings…”

#llnks #sdv fanfic #stardew valley fanfic #stardew valley alex #sdv alex #stardew valley oc #sdv oc #alex stardew valley

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lovestuckyhatemarvel · 7 months

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What? Am I finally rewatching season 3 of Stranger things? And is this me watching s3e1? Yes, yes it is. Why did I take so much time between seasons 2 and 3? Broken brain, innit?

1.) I understand they must have done so much work for the opening sequence of the Russian scientists turning the keys and starting up the thing that spins and does electric shit and opens a portal but I’m mostly focused on how there’s a noticeable difference between the portals and tentacles/vines between each season. Like really obvious if you’re watching them as closely together as I have been lately.

2.) I forgot the machine fucking explodes after failing to hold a gate open and they slow mo a bunch of randos dying.

3.) I also forgot how absolutely cartoonish the Russians are in this. That soldier went full Darth Vader on a random scientist for no fucking reason. God, the Duffers are boring.

4.) Oh yeah, this is the season when Hopper becomes annoying.

5.) Steve is adorable in his cute little Scoops Ahoy outfit. His shorts are longer than the kids’ shorts are. How do people think those shorts are slutty? Literally even Mike is wearing shorter shorts than Steve.

6.) I forgot there’s a power outage to the mall in episode 1. IDK how since Steve flipping the light switch a bunch and Robin calling him dingus for the first time in the show is referenced by like so many steddie writers.

7.) I forgot that dirt moving on its own is a plot point here.

8.) ‘Let there be light’. Steve Harrington is a dweeb.

9.) Will’s spidey senses are tingling

10.) I never noticed that Mike and Will have almost the same hair this season.

11.) Oh yeah, the beginnings of the duffers not actually understanding feminism because they don’t understand the intersection of sexism and classism.

12.) I forgot Dustin gets back episode 1. Maybe it’s because steddie fics space things out differently, but I thought I remembered it being like, episode 2 or something.

13.) I forgot all of Dustin’s toys lure him out thanks to El and it causes Dustin to spray Lucas in the eyes with hairspray for like a full 15 seconds.

14.) I want to force feed Billy Hargrove his own goddamn hair. Karen Wheeler, I still think you probably have really shitty politics but you deserve better than Billy.

15.) Hopper seems to have forgotten literally all his character development from season 2 just so Duffers can do the overprotective dad bit. Like what the fuck do you mean Hopper doesn’t know what a heart to heart is? I’ve seen the flashbacks to how he interacted with Sara. I saw the goddamn time he contacted El over the radio to apologize for being a shithead at the end of season 2!!!!!!!! Please stop acting like this grown ass man doesn’t understand what an apology is at this point.

16.) I love Max with all my heart

17.) Steve really is so bad at flirting. I would die for him.

18.) I really hate that suddenly Joyce has to teach Hopper, the guy who has comforted and sweet talked his way into literal government facilities, how to fucking talk to people nicely. Like DID THEY WATCH THEIR OWN SHOW? THIS MAKES NO SENSE. This characterization only works if you literally forget seasons 1 & 2.

19.) So many rats. So many really obviously fake rats. That’s not to say I’d want the exploding rats to be real, but something about the lighting on them or something is off.

20.) Will just wanted to play D&D but this season he’s Foreshadowing instead.

21.) Joyce is so goddamn sad and I would be too. RIP Bob Newby.

22.) Hopper really is a cartoon character of himself this season. Also why is he still in his work uniform this late at home?????? WHY CAN HE NO LONGER TALK TO CHILDREN AT ALL????? Suddenly he’s lying about a child’s grandma.

23.) Okay but Max is a genius and is super pretty.

24.) I think Will constantly asking for D&D and everyone blowing him off is why they think he’s the DM even though he isn’t

25.) IDK if I noticed before that the Russian code is literally translated in the subtitles

26.) I’m still shocked the fandom loves Billy as much as they do since he’s obnoxious, racist, and definitely up for being a cheater, and usually at least one of those things is a dealbreaker for people on tumblr to think he’s fuckable. Usually the ‘fucks married women’ part.

#stranger things #stranger things rewatch #s3e1 #stranger things s3e1

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bananaapplewaffle · 1 year

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Archon Quest: Chapter III: Act VI: Caribert

Let’s fucking go

Who’s asking?

SAKLDJASKLDKJASKLD

NOT ME AND PAIMON SHARING A BRAIN CELL

[email protected]

Oh look at how the letter style has changed

Ain’t no fucking way that he just on a whim set this shit up

ITS A FUCKEN SET UP

Girl Boss? Good god

I fucken knew it

The god’s smile upon shudap

So he’s been here before

Ah so Sumeru is on the way to Mondstadt from wherever the hell Khaenri’ah

GIRL THE SOUND OF FOOTSTEPS

THE SUDDEN SILENCE

IS IT HE

Oh it was after he was taken in

Okay, okay

The mental notes

DO YOU HEAR THAT

ADOPTIVE FATHER

;LASDKASDLKASL;DKADSL;

HUH

WHAT

NEAR SUMERU?????

ASDKL;DAK;LDASLD;KASDASDK

OH NONONO

NOW I'M SCARED FOR 3.6

AND I'M JUST STARTING 3.5

ASKLJD;ASK;ADK;LSLD;SK;ASLDK

ASADSA’;KLASLDK;ASDK;ASKD;AS

ASDKSA;LDK;ASLDKA

HIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

YOU’RE FUCKEN LYING

…

Are you saying this so Dain can hear it

Is that what you’re doing?

Define certain things

…

THAT’S HOW YOU SAY ALBERICH

GOD ITS JUST LIKE LUXORD ALL OVER AGAIN

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Oh wait

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

DAIN DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT

I FEEL LIKE IM THE ONE IN TROUBLE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

KAEYA IS THE WHO OF THE WHAT

DESCENDANT OF THE ABYSS ORDER FOUNDER

HE WASN’T EVEN AWARE?????

GIRL THE TEA IS PIPPING HOT

At the same time, ain’t no way he didn’t know something

See, he always knows something

…

So wait we got Pure-bloods, now?

So Kaeya could be mixed?

Kaeya you are literally a knight

Man i’m just thinking about all the fanfics that just became an au with this sudden confirmation

Well maybe not

Maybe the king of Khaenri’ah was also the founder of the abyss order

So he’s still a royal somewhere down the line ion

…

Who the fuck is the King then

THE LOOM OF FATE

THAT’S IN THE TRAVELER’S PROFILE

Dain bestie what are you talkin bout

Oh yeah its the abyss order’s thing

GIRL BACK IN MONDSTADT

HELLO??

THAT WAS LIKE YEARS AGO??

EROSION???

ZHONGLI WAS TALKIN BOUT EROSION

…

I’m gonna kick you

He looks so out of place in all this greenery lol

:) has it not changed

or is this another branch :)

Let Kaeya be around I swear to god

That sounds like a fucking lie but okay

Oh no

Paimon no

We cannot talk about our friendship

Paimon you sometimes say some fucked up shit,

but you are my friend.

WE’RE BRING UP BROTHER

LET ME HEAR HER

LET ME HEAR HERRRRR

SHE COULDA SAID THIS HYV

SHE COULDA SAID ALL OF THIS

HUH

PAIMON YOU UNDERSTAND

WHO WERE YOU SEPARATED FROM

…

No Paimon why are you taking first watch

WHAT THE FUCK DO Y’ALL NOT WANT ME TO KNOW

Oh hey we have actual colored elements in the loading screen

WHERE THE FUCK IS PAIMON DAIN

Why did we sleep on the floor and not the bed in the house

WHERE THE FUCK IS PAIMON

AND WHY AM I SO OUT OF IT

OH NO BABY GIRL CRIED OVER AETHER LAST NIGHT

Y’ALL WILL REUNITE

WHERE IS PAIMON

THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN ASKING LUMINE

WHO THE FUCK IS IN THE HOUSE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THEY LOCKED ME OUT OF THE MENU BECAUSE I DON’T HAVE PAIMON WITH ME

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I CAN’T SWITCH CHARACTERS

I WANTED BARBARA IN THE TEAM BUT I GUESS WE’RE GOING FULL ATTACK THEN

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT NOISE

DAWG ION WANNA OPEN THE LEAVES

WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU

GIRL

ITS ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE FUCKING HERALDS

SASADKAS;DAS;LKDLASDK

THE EYES

THE EYES OF KHAENRI’AH

…

Why are you talking like this

Who ever is on the mic needs to swallow the spit in their mouth good goodness

Put yo hands on me, I dare you

Kill him

He has to die, Lumine.

I am strictly morally gray!

So I’m peeking in the room

That’s a fucking Hilichurl on the bed

So he’s been trying to heal them…

OH NO

Ooh

I can choose

Fuck these gods.

Well…I can’t say that since we are friends with all the gods we’ve met depsite things.

SO I GUESS I’LL GO FRIENDSHIP ROUTE

Hello, Eide.

Damn, so they dropped the cataclysm and then the gods were like

“That’s not enough.”

Curses with immortality

So souls are affected by erosion…?

…

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

“PURE-BLOOD” KHAENRI’AHNS WERE CURSED WITH IMMORTALITY

BUT THE OTHER PEOPLE WHO JUST WENT THERE TO LIVE LIFE WERE CURSED INTO BECOMING HILICHURLS

THAT’S FUCKED UP DAWG

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

HIS SON

HE WAS A NOBLE

WHAT

A MONDSTADT WOMAN

OH WAIT

THE TITLE OF THIS IS CARIBERT

Also resending what I said before, Kaeya is in fact a “pure-blood”

That had to fucking hurt

To see that happen

Where

Where is Eide

ALSO

WHERE THE FUCK ARE PAIMON AND DAIN

I would like to go to the Royal Library of Khaenri’ah

I would take the time to get real close to my screen and read every single book obtained from there

Eide is still gone btw

…

Every. Single. Time.

A post from a year ago.

My head is in my hands

Why does the mushroom looked fucked up

Okay but what kind of mushroom is that

This man is still gone

ASAD;LSADKL;ASDK

WAIT

THE SHIT JUST

GIRL

MY SHIT JUST RELOADED

I'M BACK TO THE BEGINNING OF THIS SCENE

Okay everything worked out and he’s back!

What

I mean

I already have the power of dendro

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I CAN’T JUST TELEPORT

This is not what you say to get what you want

Bro just lie

Ion think its got shit to do with the Seven tbh

It was someone higher up who had the issue

…

I better not come back to the Hilichurl being dead I swear to god

God this is so fucked

Lumine being reminded that the gods are fucked

Oh no

They’re Philosopher Stone Mushrooms

Fertilizer he says

It doesn’t look like it but shitt might be

Oh no…

This is toward the Chasm…

Where they go to die

Where the fuck are Dain and Paimon btw

What the fuck is going on

Changed my Party Setup, Babs is back

LUMINE

LUMINE MY BELOVED

YES SAY MORE

SAY MORE

…where the fuck dawg

Okay but the music is popping

Lumine sounds spooked

Understandable tho

Now I’m just staring at the statues wondering why their faces have been hacked off

OH NO

HOW DOES HE NOT LOOK LIKE HE’S FROM THE ABYSS ORDER??

AN AUDIENCE WITH WHO?

TRAIL OF DESTINY

Oh I fucked up if I needed Pyro

Nope Fischl did just fine

Hello?

…

Did you just fall in love, Eide?

What is going on?

Ion like that laugher

He did not btw

He is simply just like this

What the fuck

What the fuck is this thing

Who the fuck was the Grand Thief

Ah them

WELL

WE ALL SEEN THIS COMING

INSIDE MY FUCKING HEAD

HELLO

WHO IS THIS

A SINNER

HELLO

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT

OH NO I GOTTA FIGHT HIS ASS

Okay but was there not someone there

HELLO???

THE CHILD IS AWAKE

ION TRUST NONE OF THIS SHITT

And this is why you should have never done this

Ignorance is Bliss

Okay, Caribert

Take of your mask

I need to know what’s behind it

Is it like the ribbon around the girls’ necks from Wolf Among Us

AYO SPEAKING OF THAT GAME

When is 2 coming out?

WHERE THE FUCK ARE DAIN AND PAIMON

It was the Zeroth God

I decided to go back and talk to Caribert

Nice lad

ITS GONE

We sure will see it again

Will it come

Nope no laughter as we leave

NOW CARIBERT’S GOING TOO

HE’S ABOUT TO GO TAKE OFF HIS MASK

OOOO

YEP

THE FUCKING MIRORR

WHAT DID HE SEE

WAIT

THE MIRROR

I WAS FUCKING RIGHT

I CAN’T KEEP BEING RIGHT

WE ARE ON ANOTHER BRANCH OR SOME SHIT

That looks like he placed it but okay

Girl don’t be the victim

Ay ay ay relax

Before you transform

Who the fuck is that

Sounds like Goku

Girl shut up

AOSDAS;LDKLAS;D

ITS THE FUCKING PLACE

FROM THE TRAILER

WHAT THE FUCK

I took a shit ton of screenshots

WHAT

HELLO

OH NO

DEFINE TRUE IDENTITY

BITCH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THE FUCKING

BP BALLAD

THAT VENTI TELLS US EVERY FUCKING TIME

WE ARE THE ROYALS

A SERVANT

YOU RAGGEDY BITCH

CHLOTHAR YOU HOE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

CHLOTHAR ALBERICH

AINT NO FUCKING WAY DAWG

WELL SHIT

FUCK ME THEN

My hands hurt from the punching I was just doing

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

BECOME WHAT

WHAT

THE LOOM OF FATE

I SWEAR TO GOD IF I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THAT OTHER SHIT

HELLO

PRINCE

MY NAME IS LUMINE

MY PRONOUNS ARE SHE/THEY

I WAS FUCKING AAAAAAAAAA

APOLLO

BY THE POWER OF FUCKING WAKING

ONCE AGAIN

I IMPLORE YOU TO PLAY KINGDOM HEARTS

I better not be fucking right

YEP

I FUCKEN KNEW IT

I fucking knew the mushrooms were red for a reason

I fucking knew it

Lumine after going through something traumatic:

Dain:

Define he

Aether he?

Or Kaeya he?

GIRL THE FUCKING VOICE HE

SO ITS SOMEBODY THO

OKAY

ALRIGHT

WILL IT BETTER FUCKING BE RIGHT NEXT TIME DAIN

I CANNOT WAIT

OH I KNOW WHO IT IS

ITS FUCKING XEHANORT

THIS MFKER HAS PLANNED FOR EVERY EVENTUALITY

PACK IT THE FUCK UP Y’ALL

I really did miss you Paimon

I couldn’t even go in my menu

Um so

That was it

They really should pick this back up in 3.6

Or else :)

Ending pending…

Please be prepared for more hurt.

#this was a ride y'all #waffle plays #waffle plays genshin #genshin impact 3.5 #genshin archon quest spoilers

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1tad0ri · 3 years

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hiii. can i request a rough nsfw with sukuna where he's so frustrated with jujutsu sorcerers that he decided to unleash those said frustrations on the reader? like he just won't stop until he release all the stress inside him— kshjsch i feel like sukuna would do that 😳 he'll be rough all night long

warning: degradation, choking, breath play, very mild pain kink, hate fucking

ryoumen sukuna x fem!reader

i feel the same way so thank you, i’m going to be thinking about this for a long time

“you know, i really thought you’d put up more of a fight.”

the grip he had on your neck was bruising, but certainly a lot looser than you thought the king of curses would be. your hands clawed at him nonetheless, although the whole current concept of being shoved against the wall of your bedroom wasn’t exactly something you were complaining about.

the three impatient raps at your door earlier had you rolling out of bed, wanting to sleep after your latest mission. you’d thought it was yuuji, hungry for your warmth, but when you unlocked the door, rubbing your eyes and stifling a yawn, you’d been unceremoniously shoved backwards, the wind knocked out of you when your back met the wall. the glint of tattoos on a familiar face in the moonlight coming from your window told you all you needed to know.

sukuna watched you curiously and then his sickening grin was back, fingers squeezing a little harder. you gasped, stretching your neck away. “what? not going to answer?” he sneered, “maybe you all really are the same. scared little fucking sorcerers.” he leaned closer, breath fanning across your face. “isn’t that fucking stupid? you’re all a bunch of scaredy cats, aren’t you?” he pouted mockingly when he spat out the name. his lips were so close, if you just tilted forward—

no. whatever morbid fascination you harbored towards him didn’t change the fact he was... well... him. you stood your ground, leaning forward to bump your nose against his, your own scowl evident. “you can’t do anything, sukuna. once we find all the—”

“all my fingers you mean? the ones you can’t destroy on your own so you have to come up with some little plan to get rid of me?” he laughed bitterly in your face and you bit your lip, trying to calm your fury before you did something you’d regret. “it’s all the same. you’re scared of me. you don’t have the upperhand. never will,” he whispered at the end.

“i’m not scared of you.” your thoughts tumbled out of your mouth plainly without a second of hesitation, but the tilt of his head in question, his forehead brushing against yours, made you think that perhaps telling the truth around him was a very bad idea.

it was dark, hard to see his face, but god he was so close. “yeah? what are you then?”

good question. wait, no, bad question. bad, very bad, because you already knew the answer to it. or... did you? vocal chords at a stand still, there was no way to verbalize what you felt.

“hurry up, brat.” sukuna tightened his grip on your neck before loosening it just the smallest bit so you could speak. “i don’t have all day. how do you feel then? you with your little human emotions.”

words... what are the words. it turns out staring down a literal demon king in the eyes wasn’t the optimal place to think. “i... i don’t know.” your voice was small, unsure, lying.

the staring contest, backed by deafening silence, continued for a mere beat longer as you regarded each other with quiet contemplation. you could just barely make out his eyes and the curve of his lips, parted slightly. his breath was warm.

you couldn’t take it anymore and it seemed like he couldn’t either—you both automatically tilted your heads, lips pressing against each other easily, eyes falling shut. mouths sliding against the other, he gently pushed your head back to hit the wall, tongues running over one another. it was slow, hot, and you decided you should probably thank yuuji for keeping his lips so soft.

sukuna sucked your bottom lip between his own and your hands fell away from his grip on your neck to pull him closer by the front of his shirt (he hadn’t ripped it apart yet, an impressive feat). his leg slipped between your own, and you pushed down on it with your hips, the friction making you open your mouth further to him, something enticing about the fact he was a very good kisser.

but then it was like a switch flipped and his hold on your neck tightened once again. “what... what am i doing,” you thought he mumbled, voice hoarse (then again, your brain wasn’t exactly listening when you were busy making out with someone like him), kiss faltering for a brief moment. his lips curled into a frown, disdainful.

shoving you further into the wall as he pushed against you with his mouth, sukuna was all sharp teeth and rough lips now, swallowing up your whimpers, nothing soothing about it like his previous actions.

“i fucking hate you,” he spat, his hand abandoned your neck and moved up to squish your cheeks together, finding satisfaction in the way your lips puckering out, barely able to move. “do you hear me? i hate all of you.”

“the feeling’s mutual,” you mumbled around his grip, hazy from the kiss but knowing what you stood for, fury evident in your eyes and furrowed brows. he was the enemy. and you were... you. and... and...

you were met with a bitter laugh, your stomach curling into knots at the sound. you hadn’t noticed his free hand tugging at your waistband until it was too late, his hand slipping in and wasting no time running two fingers harshly against your soaking folds. “why are you dripping wet then? a slut and a liar?”

“fuck off,” you mumbled again, a lot quieter this time, face burning hot from embarrassment.

“i’ll fuck off when you stop acting like you want to fuck me.”

his words made you straightened up. “i- i’m not—”

“you’re not acting? mmm,” sukuna let go of your cheeks just enough that he could properly kiss you, tongue forcing it’s way past your lips, “of course you’re not. of course.” he was mocking you and you couldn’t say anything.

a finger pushed into your heat and you bit down on his lip in surprise, although the pain only seemed to spur him on further, a second finger easily shoving its way in next to the first. curling, pushing, rubbing against that sensitive, spongy spot inside of you, sukuna’s fingers had your legs shaking, the knee he still had pressed between them the only thing keeping you up at this rate. the grip on your face as he hummed against your mouth prevented you from avoiding eye contact with him, lips wet as he disregarded any type of mess he was making.

he was everywhere at once and you felt trapped. hot—it was too hot, your body was burning.

“su- ku... n... a,” his name came out garbled between the onslaught of your face being squished together and the sloppy kisses he pressed into you at irregular intervals. when his thumb rubbed against your clit as the two fingers continued to pump in and out, you gripped his shirt so hard you were sure you would rip it this time. “too... mmm,” a kiss that was more tongue than lip cut you off and you weren’t even sure if he heard you as you choked out the next words, “mmm, hah— much, suku—”

at once he released you, almost letting you drop to the floor, but you were able to just barely steady yourself against the wall in time. sukuna stepped back and away from your shaking form. you were gasping, lungs burning.

“w...why did you—”

“i can listen you know.” you could practically feel his eye roll from his dripping tone, even if you weren’t looking at him. “‘too much.’” he laughed as he mocked you. “more like you’re too weak.”

you were thankful he actually seemed to have a brain, but still— “you’re an idiot.” fuck, your lungs hurt, the retort scraping against the walls of them. he was good. it had been a while since anyone had left your head spinning like that.

sukuna flicked a hand dismissively. “‘an idiot’ who’s giving you a chance to breathe, you brat.” he decided to ignore the name for now, thankfully for you (although you didn’t exactly see it that way).

you couldn’t choke out another snarky response and simply focused on clearing your head. he gave you a chance to think and once you seemed clear-minded, he wasted no further time.

“bed.”

you blinked, eyes bleary, peering up at him from where you bent over, trying to catch your breath. “w...what?”

“on the bed. now.” he shoved his hands into his pockets, watching you blankly as you regained your senses. “unless you want me to fuck you on the floor?”

“no...” god, what was with you? or rather... what was with him? the ache in your core answered your question, your cunt feeling so empty now—he hadn’t even bothered to let you cum and you already wanted his fingers stuffed back into you. he was irresistible—you felt stupid even having the thought.

sukuna’s eyes narrowed, close to shoving you to the ground to finish what he started but exercising restraint for your sake. you’d need it. “i’m being nice and giving you a chance to get comfortable on your stupid bed, you idiot. go. now.” he was getting tired of repeating himself.

the last few snarky words and your own desire for him actually had you moving this time, climbing up onto the bed a few steps away and settling uncertainly onto the covers. you went to look up for further instructions but he was already on you, both of you tumbling back onto the mattress as he practically shoved his tongue down your throat, hands pushing up and under your shirt to squeeze your tits.

“take this off.”

you automatically pulled at the hem of the flimsy t-shirt at his command, sukuna giving you just enough room to get it over your head, and then his teeth were on your exposed breasts, marking them up. your fingers threaded through his hair, his head moving under your touch as you watched his mouth work with half-lidded eyes.

you didn’t think you’d be able to change in front of anyone any time soon, already knowing the blossoming colors of bruises would be apparent the next morning. reminder to self: cancel your upcoming shopping trip with nobara; the dressing rooms with her would surely be a disaster if he kept this up.

“who’s are these?” his grip was rough when he cupped your breasts, squeezing.

you immediately knew the answer he was looking for, all too eager to hand it over. “yours. fuck, they’re all yours.” your hands ran through his hair, urging him to continue his onslaught on the previously unmarked skin.

sukuna laughed, thumbing your nipples, giving one of them a light lick that made you squirm. “you’re more obedient than i thought you’d be.” he pinched the buds, rolling them between his fingers as you squeezed your eyes closed, gasping at the pain. “but that’s enough of that.” your eyes snapped open, about to ask him what the fuck he meant by that, but he was already setting to work.

his fingers hooked around your sleeping bottoms and pulled them down with your underwear, the night air cold against your damp lips. you rubbed your thighs together but his hands on your knees forced them apart as he peered down at you. you felt so exposed under his hungry gaze, entirely bare for him to see while he was still dressed. unfair.

“wanna see. don’t close them,” was his short, clipped explanation as he kept your legs spread. one hand on your knee, sukuna brought the fingers of his other to run along your folds again just as he had done before, except this time he could actaully see how you quivered under him, cunt glistening and dripping. he slipped two fingers to run between the folds and then popped them in his mouth, sucking the slick from his fingers and maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. you couldn’t look away.

he hummed, content as he licked the last bit off of the tips. “you don’t taste bad for a slut.”

all the focus was on you, him criticizing everything little thing you did, and you were a mess because of it. not even a chance to run your hands over his chest? unacceptable. you pointedly ignored his comment, pining after some form of a reward instead. “at least take your shirt off. thought you hated those things.” the clothing ratio here was starting to grate on your nerves.

sukuna rolled his eyes but crossed his arms over his chest to grab ahold of the sides of his fitted t-shirt and tug it over his head. you watched, mouth watering at the sight—the moon provided excellent illumination for the scene, his body revealed inch by painstaking inch as he disposed of the fabric. god, he was so hot. you hated it.

muscles on display, sukuna raised an eyebrow at you as though he were asking, happy now? your silent reply came when you reached up to run your hands over the dips of his abs, his chest solid and tattoos curling over the surface.

“that’s better.” you made a show of your gaze tracing over the surface before looking up at him, smiling to yourself. “surprised you didn’t just rip it off.”

sukuna simply scoffed and swatted your hand away, moving from between your legs so he could work off his pants and kick them off to the side.

“knew you’d like to see me take it off properly,” he answered at last, back to you as he wiggled out of his boxers finally and chucked them off the foot of the bed. you didn’t get much time to admire his flexing back muscles before he was on you again, settling between your legs like he knew he belonged there (you weren’t sure you could argue with that point).

he pumped his cock, grabbing one of your legs and pushing it back. precum leaked from his tip, length already fully hard, and sukuna was enjoying your gaze on him maybe a little too much. leg shoved back and in the air, you whimpered when he rubbed the head along you. you didn’t need prep after being fucked by his fingers earlier you supposed and you weren’t sure you’d even be patient enough to sit through him stretching you out any further with anything but his dick.

you wanted to feel it yourself and so you reached a hand out to wrap around the base, captivated by how he watched you as you thumbed the slit, breathing heavy but not saying anything, letting you do what you wanted.

you wanted it in you so badly.

when he opened his mouth in question, eyes flitting up to yours, you were quick to cut him off, already knowing what he was going to ask. “yes, i’m sure.” you didn’t know curses could actually be compassionate, and it was cute when his jaw locked hard at your confirmation and he nodded, shifting his gaze back to your hand.

you released his cock and sukuna set back to lining it up with you, grip on your leg locking the limb in place. you shivered under his hold and he grunted when the head nudged your entrance, slowly pushing in.

“fuck. take it. take it all in. fucking slut.” he sunk fully in in one motion, the pace enough not to have you screaming out at the stretch but making your breath catch in your throat all the same. “yes, just like that. a good bitch, that’s what you are, aren’t you? look at you.”

you didn’t even know what to think at this point, a shaky resemblance to his name tumbling from you, more so a moan than actual talking. you could feel him everywhere—so full, so overwhelmingly full.

shoving your leg back further until it was almost painful, cock bottomed out in you, sukuna snapped his fingers in front of your face. “i asked you a question, brat. or are you already too fucked out of your mind to answer?”

you couldn’t breathe, head heavy, and tried to nod in confirmation as you struggled to puzzle through his words, but then you shook your head to answer no—god, you were confused. what was the right answer? what was happening?

maybe you really were already too fucked out of your mind. you vaguely recalled his words from earlier and were able to form a somewhat coherent response. “a good bitch... yes, i a- wait.” what were you saying? first you let him fuck you and now you’re openly submitting to him? the curse that had nearly cost you and your friends your lives countless times?

pride wouldn’t let you go along with his little game even as your dripping pussy told a different story. “i’m not anything to you.”

sukuna scoffed, hips grinding into you as he leaned over you, hooking both of your legs over his shoulders and pressing them back, close to your head. “and here i thought we were actually starting to get along.” a mirthless laugh left him, both of you eye-to-eye now where you lay.

fire burning in your eyes, you were very much reminded why you hated him so much. a self-obsessed asshole was what he was. “i’m not exactly looking to be friends with the king of curses, you idiot.”

“but look at you now. you wanted this.” he licked a stripe up the side of your neck, pausing at the base of your jaw to grin and press a sweet kiss to the area. you shivered and your hands found his shoulders to grip onto. he wasn’t wrong about the wanting it part—the amount of times you’d fantasized about exactly this was concerning. “i wonder what would happen if your little friends knew about how you really felt. what’s that term you like to use? ‘fraternizing with the enemy?’”

sukuna laughed again when your expression fell, face hot at the reminder of the others. “i suppose this is considered a bit more than mere fraternizing though, hm?” he continued, smiling and kissing your cheek.

whatever. no one would find out anyway. expect... expect maybe... yuuji—what had happened to him anyway for this to happen? knowing him, he’d probably been too tired after the last mission and sukuna had easily switched in—the same mission that seemed to have set sukuna even further along in his fury against jujutsu sorcerers this night.

you weren’t dating yuuji per say (it was... complicated), so your qualms when it came to fucking the curse possessing him were... minimal to say the least. you wouldn’t have done it if you were already taken, couldn’t have done that to yuuji, sweet as he was. but even in spite of all that, sukuna was right... this whole thing was so... no, don’t think about it.

you didn’t care either way (...maybe)—you couldn’t let his words get to you.

“just move already.”

you heard him grumble, annoyed, and he propped himself up to hover above your face. “i was giving you time to adjust. you’re so ungrateful.”

and with that, sukuna snapped his hips into yours without another moment of hesitation and you dug your nails into his back, mouth open in a silent scream because fuck.

“ungrateful fucking brat.”

“more,” your voice was hoarse, focus narrowing in only on the way he was fucking you.

you weren’t sure if it was your words or his own desire that spurred him on, but he set a bruising pace from the start, the places where your hips met hurting every time he rammed back into you. he was marking up your neck, the area already feeling sensitive and oh-so overabused, yet you not wanting to tell him to stop.

sukuna’s hand wrapped around your neck again, the feeling familiar now and you clenched around him at the sensation, him growling when you did so. the slight squeeze of his fingers had you seeing stars, the light-headed feeling going straight to your building arousal.

just like before, his hand traveled up to squeeze your cheeks and he was hovering over your mouth again, lips brushing against your own from the momentum of his thrusts. “let me kiss you again.” sukuna’s eyes were dark, unreadable.

you were quick to act at that, not letting him lean down, but rather craning your neck up to latch onto him, moaning as your mouth fell open for him to push his tongue in. his hand released your face to travel down to tweak at your nipples and grip your breasts again, other hand holding your leg steady against him. “filthy fucking slut.” he forced the words into your mouth, speaking around your lips that kept chasing after him. “fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

sukuna’s attention returned to your neck, leaving you to gasp into the air and missing his warmth against your face. when his thumb found your clit, your breath hitched and you knew you so close to coming undone. the rubbing of his cock against just the right spots inside of you, filling you so wholly was not helping.

“su...kuna, please, i’m gonna—” you were babbling, chest heavy when his teeth sank into your shoulder, stinging. his wet kiss on the area was cooling, the contrast making your head tilt further back, wanting to give him easy access to whatever he wanted.

“i’ve got you.” he was whispering against the wet skin, voice low with his pants, and you shivered, digging your nails into his back even more. “come on, brat, you want to cum for me, don’t you?” yes, you did. the stretch, his hands everywhere at once, his scraping lips—yes, you wanted to let everything go.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” you let yourself come undone, heat filling your chest. everything was him—that’s all you knew in this state.

“look at you, creaming all over my cock. god, you’re so pretty. pretty little slut.” the words just kept flowing as he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own release.

when he finally came, your hole was aching, abused, the sound of skin against skin the only thing you could focus on, mind cloudy. his cum was hot and filling when it spilled into you, your stomach doing summersualts at the feeling. his pace gradually began to slow, the sopping sound of him fucking his cum into you as he rode out his own high the only sound besides your ragged breaths. when he eventually stopped, he was leaning over you, sweaty foreheads pressed together, and he pushed one final bruising kiss to your lips that you gladly returned.

you were panting, chest rising and falling unevenly. “fuck, oh my god.” you reached up pull him back into another kiss, needing something to hold onto. it was an easy kiss, no thought going into its form, just knowing that lips were meant to be on each other and slotted together. his lips were so soft, and his fingers along your side were so soft, and his chest against yours was so soft and you were absolutely lost to everything.

sukuna finally pulled back to let you breath, knowing you were probably stupid enough to just keep pulling him in more and more and ignoring your lung capacity until the very last second unless he stopped you.

chests heaving, you stared at each other and he brought a thumb up to rub at your swollen lips. you flicked your tongue out to lick at the digit playfully and smiled. a laugh bubbled out of you and he returned the grin, his own deep chuckle vibrating through you where you were still pressed against each other.

it was laughing that you moved to push him to roll off of you. “oh my god, i can’t believe we just-” the hand that gripped your wrist, your own hands still planted on his chest, stopped you immediately. his smile had morphed back into one that was anything but sweet.

you were suddenly aware of the ache in your legs where they were still pressed over his shoulders and the dull throbbing of your pussy as it begged for a break, him still not having pulled out—the look on his face told you that you wouldn’t be getting a break from those sensations any time soon.

“who said we’re done?” his teeth glinted in the moonlight and god the line was so cliche and he must’ve known you’d hate it so much. what you hated even more was the throb in your core at his words despite all that. “wanted to cum in you at least once, but your tits-” he paused to squeeze one of them for emphasis, “are looking a little too clean.” body covered in sweat and marks all over your chest from his handiwork made you think clean wasn’t exactly the correct description, although you understood his sentiment.

surprise ridden expression falling away, you rose to meet his challenge, your own grin reflecting back. how would it feel when he came on your stomach, on your face, on your ass—anywhere and everywhere? would it be the same feeling as before when he’d spilled inside of you? (would you get to taste it?)

the thought was horrible, you knew, but the trickle of white out of your hole around his cock and dripping onto the sheets made you think maybe it was okay to be horrible for once.

“do your worst, king.”

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Incubi (Part 1)

GVF x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, dark content, oral sex, angst, alcohol abuse, death, etc

"We've spent nearly the entire session discussing how things are going at work." Dr. Edwards– or, Laura, as she insists on being addressed– looks at the delicate gold watch that adorns her wrist. "And we're nearly out of time. I get the impression you're avoiding something?"

Well, that's what I get for seeing the same damn therapist for nearly 4 years...she knows me far too well. Frankly, it's obnoxious.

"Not really." I shrug. "Nothing new."

It isn't a lie. There really is nothing new. It's the same song, same dance. Hey, at least I’m consistent.

"How are things progressing with..." she pauses to flip through her notes.

“James?" I flick my hand dismissively. "That's over with."

She raises an eyebrow. "By your choice or his?"

"It was sort of mutual." There, now I’m lying. It most definitely wasn’t mutual. The poor guy had looked devastated when I’d delivered the news. “I don't know, he was boring, I guess."

Her eyes remain passively trained on my face, waiting me out.

"I just..." I trail off, gazing over her shoulder. Staring at the splashes of cerulean and emerald that decorate the canvas hanging behind her desk, I feel small- disappointing to the universe. It's an abstract piece of art, created by her sister's hand. I know this because I’ve asked about it. It's lovely, but I hate it. Something about it's beauty makes me feel unworthy and loathsome. Nothing that beautiful could ever come from me. Self-pity isn’t a good look, but I cling to it like a bad haircut one has grown used to.

Laura has mercy and doesn't make me say it. "Is it the dream again?"

"I know it's ridiculous, okay?" I’m too defensive, too intense, even I can see that, but I can't seem to stop myself. "I'll figure it out. Eventually. On my own."

"I have no doubt that you will." She offers a sincere smile that makes me feel like an asshole. "I've been thinking a lot about it, actually. I believe you're suffering from what is known as Sleep Paralysis."

I cock an eyebrow and wait for her to continue with her campaign to waste my time.

"It's extremely common, and incredibly realistic. The reason being, is that you are essentially trapped between a state of sleep and wakefulness. Your brain shuts down your ability to move...sort of like a safety mechanism so that you don't physically act out your dreams and harm yourself."

She pauses to give me a moment to process the information and ask any questions I may have, then continues on when I remain silently stoic.

"Where the problem lies is, in essence, a matter of crossed wires. Your brain wakes and becomes aware, albeit muddled, but the paralysis switch fails to trip. Now, in your case, my theory is, here is where the hypnagogic hallucinations step in.

Again, they're extremely common and a frequent partner to sleep paralysis. These hallucinations are frighteningly realistic, and made all the more terrifying due to one’s inability to move or call out for help."

"But my visitors aren't frightening." I remind her. "Unsettling at times, absolutely, but I never feel imminent danger. Quite the opposite really.” I feel heat in my miserable cheeks, as though they’ve been pinched by an invisible hand.

My visitors, as Laura has dubbed them, began infiltrating my life right around the time I packed my meager possessions into boxes that were then loaded into the back of my rusted out honda.

My mother stared out the smudged front window at me, glaring with an expression of disdain, while father dearest drank himself to sleep at the kitchen table. Not long after that day, my father drank himself to sleep permanently.

The afternoon of dad’s funeral, my mom had staggered her way over to me, purse loaded with pills and rattling like a sinister maraca. "Good of you to show up." her slurred words floated into my face, reeking of stale coffee and poor decisions. "But he didn't have shit to leave us, so if you're looking for money, look somewhere else."

What I had wanted to do was laugh in her face. My father hadn't held a steady job since I was still in diapers, and even then, most all the money was quickly sunk right back into their respective vices.

By the time I was five, I knew how to throw blankets over the pup tent in my room to stay warm when the heat was cut off. By seven, I was adept at walking through the house each night to ensure the doors were locked and their cigarettes were extinguished before bed.

What had given this woman, swaying so smugly before me, the impression that I was delusional enough to think there was any money to be had? It would have been downright laughable if it hadn't been so fucking sad.

Yes, what I’d wanted to do was laugh in her face. What I had actually had done was offer a brief hug and a quiet. "Love you, mom."

Then, I promptly spun on my second hand heel and made my way out of the funeral home, and out of my old excuse for a life.

That night, as I slumbered on the mattress in the bedroom of my sparsely furnished studio apartment, the 'visitors' had come to me for the first time.

I snap out of my thoughts and Laura is still chirping along about sleep paralysis and how sleep position can play a role in it's frequency and severity. "It seems to happen more often when patients sleep on their backs, though little is known about why that might be. Let's try sleeping on your stomach tonight." she poses, as if we’re a team. "See if that makes a difference."

I agree to try, and think more about them on my way home. I also think about them as I move through my apartment, flicking on lights and watering plants. I ponder them while I slurp a sorry dinner of ramen down...and I think further still when I climb into bed and sprinkle flakes of food into my angel fish's tiny underwater world that rests on my nightstand.

"I just want to feel normal, Lennon." I sigh, watching him peck his dinner from the surface of the water. It has always struck me as slightly cannibalistic, the way fish flakes reek of fish. “Dreams, nightmares, sleep paralysis whatevers, I don't know." I switch the light off and turn over onto my stomach, willing to give Laura's suggestion a shot. "Whatever they are, I just want them to go away.”

The dream begins differently tonight, as it always does. My phantom visitors, (ie: my imagination) like to keep things interesting.

Tonight, a warm weight slips over me like a plush blanket fresh from the dryer. My body seems to soak in the heat, drawing it in deep into my bones until it simmers the marrow. Breathing deeply, I sink into the warmth, allowing it to spread like red wine until my limbs feel weighted. I indulge in the heightened temperature and bask in the strange fever that wreaks havoc inside me.

A silken curtain of hair falls over my bare shoulders, becoming a veil of the most dizzying scent. No, that isn't right. Scents. There are so many layered and draped over one another. Aromas that I cannot identify, but are as familiar as my own reflection in the mirror.

I feel anxious, bordering on frightened. Yet, calm and content, all at once. Tears threaten to breach the rims of my eyes, while a delighted smile tugs at the corners of my lips.

The voice, when it comes, is a low rasping hum in my ear. It floats through my senses oddly, occupying each of them. It is technicolor lights chasing each other before my eyes. Casting vivid trails like rainbow comets dazzlingly behind in my peripheral vision.

I can smell the voice, it reminds me of a warm apple plucked right from a tree in the sun, and it tastes like a spice I can't describe, but I want to savor it on my tongue for as long as it takes to identify it. Something about that spice reminds me of my grandmother, and how safe she always made me feel.

The voice, It feels like something tangible, and I’m certain I could cup it in my hands and secret it away somewhere sacred if only I could move.

"Do you really want us to leave you?' It asks. "To abandon our most beloved?"

Warm breath floods the tiny secluded world that his silken shade of hair has created and it is the sweetest perfume I have ever known. It makes my head swim with drunken bliss.

"Why should we go?" the voice urges. "For what reason would we desert our golden sun of light and everything beautiful?"

Lips move like the wings of butterflies against the curve of my neck, lighting my body aflame with the immeasurable pleasure only they have ever bestowed upon me. I writhe inwardly, but remain still beneath his weight as he poses questions I am unable to answer.

My lips part to speak, though what I plan to say is a mystery even to myself, but it doesn't matter much, as I find I’m unable to utter a sound.

Unable, that is, until a ghostly hand wraps it's way loosely around my throat. A slight twitch of a squeeze seems to milk the words from a hidden room down deep inside me.

"I don't know what you are." My confession is whispered, yet rushed, as I am afraid I’ll lose my nerve. This moment feels suspended in time, and bizarrely pivotal.

“I don't know what you are, but I know you aren't real, and you ruin me for everyone else. I'm scared I'll die alone because no one could ever be you. You aren't real." Do I reiterate that last bit to make myself clear to him or to convince myself?

"Ah, but we are real, Pet." Vibrating strums of pleasure begin to pluck at my nervous system.

The pulses wax and wane, warboling through me like a dark and mournful guitar.

“Is what you feel right now not real?"

It is impossible to formulate an eloquent response when all I can think is this: "I want to touch you."

The heaviness that bogs my muscles down lightens the moment I utter the request, and I reach back, blindly grasping in search of him. My fingers are graced with a suckling kiss that lights a wild, undulating flame in my belly.

It lasts for only a moment before an unseen hand presses my own back down into my pillow.

"When your skin flickers with raging, unbridled bliss simply because our eyes rest upon you, that isn't real? When we touch you and make you cry out to gods you have never seen, is that not the closest you have ever been to understanding your place in the universe? You are here for us, and we in turn, are here for you. And that, my love, is real. That is the only thing that is real."

"Please," my plea quivers into the dark. "Let me look at you."

Something is different this time, there is a closeness that is foreign and new, though it has nothing to do with proximity. It seems almost like he is finally ready to really be seen, and that I am finally ready to really see.

Without the normal physical trajectory, I am suddenly on my back, staring with wide, astonished eyes at the most hauntingly angelic face you I ever seen. To look upon him this closely is new, and I am stunned into silence. In my wildest dreams I could never have imagined the world was capable of holding the beauty that is before me. In an instant, I am convinced that the creation that hovers above me was carved from an ancient and blessed piece of marble by the hand of God himself.

He is the only art that has ever been. He is the creation that hearts yearning for the meaning of it all have been seeking. He is love. He is hate. He is the quiet, and the sound. He is the love that seizes a child's heart when their mother sings them to sleep, and the sighs that fill rooms when lovers make love. He is the dark and the light. The calm and the chaos. He is everything.

The tips of my fingers reach up to ghost over his beautiful, blush pink lips, but quickly retreat, fearing I’ll mar his perfection with my ordinariness.

His skin is luminous, pearlescent and alive. Eyes the color of rich amber honey flecked with glittering topaz mingling with flashes of predatory garnet when the moonlight catches just right. His stare steals the oxygen from my lungs slowly, drawing the life force from me bit by bit. Incidentally, I am fine with that. Fine to die right here and now, quivering and breathless beneath this otherworldly angel. In this moment, he is greater than God and I am prepared to relinquish my soul without question or hesitation.

"Take the heart from my chest, my soul from wherever it might reside, take everything, it is all for you." I part my lips and draw the breath to speak the words into existence, but all I am able to communicate is: "Anything."

It's one word, but when he nods his understanding, I know without doubt that he has heard everything I wanted to say. My soul has known him for a very long time, of that I am sure.

"I am your favorite right now, pet, but only because you are cradled in my arms. How I wish it were always so."

His revelation reminds me of the other shadows. One, tall and lanky, with a strange gait and a thick mane of shining waves. He makes my feel younger than my years and his touch elicits a deep humming vibration through me, way down deep in my spine– much like a bassline being plucked out.

There's another, who could easily be the being poised over me now if not for the hair and difference in aural tone. He feels lighter, impish somehow. When he visits, laughs bubble forth from my chest as easily as the moans do. The sounds he coaxes from me are ethereal, glitteringly mystic.

He transforms me into something gorgeously angelic, drawing forth cries of rapture that drip with a beautiful vibrato I normally don't possess.

Lastly, there is the darkest horse. He is different, cut from an entirely separate cloth, it seems, yet the same. somehow, I have always understood that while he may have had his beginnings somewhere apart from the others, he has been with them so long that it no longer matters.

He is resigned, and visits me less often, but the impact he bestows upon me is nothing short of enigmatic and powerful. He sinks into my body and pounds into my consciousness heavily, like a drum. His life force bangs in time with my thready pulse and hummingbird heart.

I startle out of your thoughts and watch as darkness casts his features in jealous shadows. "Now I've made you think of them." he laments.

The pitch in his tone all but blots out the entire world save for him, but he doesn't seem to know.

"I'll just have to make sure you think only of me tonight, Pet." his fingertips brush lightly over my jaw until my chin rests in his grip. "Close your eyes."

I do as he asks and find myself staring up at a cloudless sky, surrounded by the perfume of a thousand white roses. I can't see them, but I instinctively know that they’re there, and that they are a gift for me, from him.

He finds me there, in my imaginary snowglobe of a world, and with a quiet call of my name he is inside me. Inside me, everywhere. He occupies every cell, every molecule, every atom...he climbs inside my soul and makes himself comfortable. How I wish he would stay forever.

"Our sun," he whispers, grounding my attention into the here and now with his prose. "We could never leave you. We've grown much too fond of you. It should never have been this, but we cast the rules aside for you. We would cast everything aside for you."

He produces a single, beautifully bloomed ivory rose, drawing it from the waistband of the black leather pants that rest low on his hips.

“For you, our most treasured. Keeper of us all." he whispers, regarding me quietly for a beat before dragging the petals slowly along my collarbone and then further down my body, creating a soft, serpentine path.

The trail it blazes burns with a blue flame of fierce pleasure, immersing me in unimaginable euphoria. A shaking moan bursts forth from my gasping chest, and then there are his esoteric eyes flashing into mine, professing his undying devotion with merely a gaze.

“You are our goddess," he remains still as a statue as he ravages my body below him. "Our Aphrodite. You are our beautiful mortal, and we are caught in your tenuous web. Don’t wish us gone.”

His fingers dip down and slip between my legs, tracing through my slick folds before sinking into me. With his touch, euphoric rapture clouds my vision and blurs my thoughts.

I feel as if I am one of his transcendental roses, blooming from the inside out. If he produced a dagger and pierced the flesh over my heart, I am certain that silky white petals would float up out of the wound.

With a soft exhale— just a light puff of sweet breath in my face, he makes me cum. The orgasm builds me up beautifully and then deconstructs the fiber of my very soul with stunning precision. I explode into light, into

love, into creation...I find myself in the Before for a moment, the place where we all begin and end. He takes me there, he gives me everything, and then waits patiently for my return.

My eyes find his slowly as I twist and tremble and cry out to him, unsure of what to do with the static pleasure drowning out my lucidity.

"We are real." his voice rides in on a wind of magnolia scented air that clouds my head further and pushes you towards sleep. Deep sleep. I give in to the warm sand that I feel blissfully buried under and my eyes flutter closed. His heartbreaking beautiful face is the last thing I see, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

When my eyes blink open, the room is bathed in what looks very much like afternoon light.

Jesus, how long have I been sleeping?

Last night's dream was the realest it has ever felt, I can almost smell him lingering on my skin.

"So much for Dr. Laura's sleeping on my back idea." I laugh, dragging my finger over Lennon's tank, careful not to tap on it, promising, "Breakfast after my shower."

I roll over, ready to climb out of bed and stumble into the bathroom, only to find a single alabaster rose nestled on the pillow beside me.

***

I stare at the withered rose that, despite being very dead and wilted, holds court in it's mausoleum of a bud vase on my nightstand.

Stupidly, I thought it might live forever, that my phantom lover might've somehow made it immortal just for me. But, watching it fade slowly into a shell of it's former lustrous beauty seems more than fitting, as my heart is caving in on itself and shutting down just the same.

It's been weeks since he, or any of them, have visited me in my sleep. Since they began coming to me it's never been longer than a few days between, and I am beginning to lose all hope.

I miss them terribly, and feel despairingly alone, but rather than distract myself, I welcome the heartache. If I let the sorrow go, it would feel too much like letting them go.

So, instead, I surround myself in hope, only to be disappointed over and over. Each night, I spend lengthy periods of time in the shower, shaving and exfoliating, buffing my skin until it shines pink and inviting. I wash my hair carefully and let the conditioner soak while dragging a puff bubbling with pomegranate scented body wash over my body. My after shower routine is just as intricate. It's all a fruitless effort to lure them home me.

Everything is for them. Are you still here? Do you still want me? Are you ever coming back?

Tonight is no different than any other night has been for what is quickly beginning to feel like an eternity. I’m curled up in a ball under the covers, listening to vicious sheets of rain pound against my bedroom window relentlessly.

An occasional flicker of lightning bathes the room in a white, flashing light that illuminates the tears on my cheeks. Reality is blotted out by the storm, and I feel weightless and snug in my isolated pit of agony. If I can't have them, I want to stay here forever with my aching soul and piercing pain.

Somehow, sleep muddles through my misery and takes me by the hand, lulling me into the dreamless dark.

When I hear them, they sound very far away.

Calling my name as if from across a vast field of blurry space, guiding me into wakefulness bit by bit, as one would wake a small, easily disoriented, child.

"I've missed her." one ethereal voice laments to the other. "We've been away too long."

The other hums in agreement. "It was necessary. She needed to decide if she really wanted us to go."

"You know she didn't mean that."

"Yes. But she didn't."

I fight to wake fully, it feels as though I’m swimming against a current of thick, sludgy water, and I’m so, so tired, it would be as easy as breathing to fall back into unconsciousness, but they are worth every effort...I won't let them go without saying the things I need to say.

When my eyes open at last, I scan the darkened room rapidly, hungry for a glimpse of them. They are there, shadowy figures lingering ominously in the corners of my room, but there are only two.

The two that have chosen to return to me step forward in perfect sync and allow me the time I need to take everything in. I find that, once again, I’m crying. Only this time, my tears are of relief.

"I didn't think you were coming back," I sob quietly, bunching the blanket up in my fists. I feel like I could dissolve at any moment, and I need something tangible to hold on to. "I just...I needed you to come back and I didn't think you would."

"We missed you more, pet." My rose bearing god moves closer first. He strokes a gentle hand through my hair when he is near enough to reach out. "Don't cry, we're here with you now."

"I like your tears." the other smiles, now close enough to cup my chin, he leans in and sweeps his tongue over my cheeks, gathering the salt water tracks into his mouth. "But they taste better when they are expressions of pleasure."

I’ve never been given the chance to look upon this one so closely, and I cant help but study him with fascination, trying to commit every inch of his breathtaking features to memory.

He is exquisite, and so much like the other –I knew that already, I figured it out long ago, they are like different sides of the same beautiful, otherworldly coin– but up close like this, it's shocking...they could be twins, if such a thing even exists in whatever realm they are born of.

"Where are they?" I question softly of the missing two.

"They'll be along, pet." Light kisses are blessed against my temple. "Maybe tonight, maybe another night. You must have patience, immediate gratification is overrated. Remember?"

He places his palm over my forehead and draws forth a crystal clear memory; I am lying on this very bed pleading and writhing as he brought me to the brink of orgasm and then back down again, again, and again, until I was distraught with need and frustration.

"She remembers." the other dips his hand beneath my blanket and circles his thumb over my nipple. It jumps to attention and instantly hardens, his touch flipping a switch of unbridled erotisism.

"Please..." I trail off, unsure of what to call either of them. This has strangely never dawned on me before, perhaps because they have never allowed me to scrutinize them as closely as they are now.

They hear my query, though I haven't spoken it aloud.

"Our names are of a dead language. Your tongue, as beautiful and talented as it is, cannot form the sounds required for pronunciation, so we have chosen new names designed just for our beautiful pet." the spector shakes his glossy hair, tossing it over his bare shoulder.

“You may call me Jake. And this," he gestures to his companion, "Is Josh."

The names they have chosen come with an air of comfort, they make me feel safe somehow, though I can't be sure why.

"Think, lumen." Josh urges softly.

A look of confusion must cross my features because Jake clarifies "Lumen, bright, light, star. He is sentimental, and you are his lumen, his light."

"That you are," Josh concurs. "Now, think."

My mind wanders back deeper into the garden of my memories than it has ever before, and I suspect them of having a hand in it.

Suddenly, I find myself on a noisy, rambling school bus. I am carsick, and sad. It’s my first day at a new school, my parents fought the night through and no one thought to make me breakfast or wish me a good day. Looking on now as an outsider, I look so very small and alone. Until, the bus putters to a stop to allow a small boy to clamor aboard. He is slight and scrawny, lumbering along with a too large backpack strapped to his shoulders. Without asking permission, he plops himself down into the seat beside me. He has the prettiest skin I’ve seen in my six short years, it reminds me of the bitter coffee my Grammy used to stir copious amounts of milk into and sip all day until she went to heaven. 'Want a skittle?" he nudges me, asking like he's sharing a secret. 'Don't tell. We aren't allowed.' I watch as a tiny me plucks two reds out of his extended palm. 'Red's my favorite too.' he tells me, but then lets me have every single one as the two of us work our way through the bag. 'I'm Josh.' he smiles, and suddenly I don't feel so alone, I have a friend, and on that chaotic bus, we share a quiet moment, and I feel safe.

Emerging from the fog of memory, I squint hard at the one who calls himself Josh, searching his stunning features. "That was you? Have you been with me all along?"

"No," he caresses my neck. "I searched through your memories for someone who cared for you and made you feel safe. I borrowed his name, I hope you don't mind."

“I don't mind." I smile, turning my attention to Jake.

"Inquisitive isn't she?" he sighs with resignation and takes my hand in his own. He waits a beat, and then allows me to see.

The music is entirely too loud, and the floor is tipping this way and that below my feet. I’ve had too much to drink and everything around me is unfamiliar. The house, the people, the names being called back and forth. I’ve lived in this town for less than a month and I shouldn't have come. The girl from Trig who invited me along disappeared with her boyfriend ages ago. Stumbling through the kitchen, I find a sliding glass door on the far wall and slip through it. Stepping into the cool of the night onto a quiet deck, I instantly feel better ten fold. If I can just ride out the rest of the night here in the silence by myself, I’ll be alright. An unwelcome voice emerges from a shadowy corner 'Got a cigarette?' I shake my head. 'Uh, no, I don't smoke. It's terrible for you.' The voice, now connected to a kid I recognize from school, sighs. 'Oh well.' He shrugs and tugs open the sliding door, vanishing back inside. Later that night as sirens wail on the front lawn of the house and lights flash blue and red, announcing very big trouble for every underaged soul within the walls of the house, I feel a hand dart out and close around my wrist. 'Come on, Surgeon General.' The boy from outside tugs me along, leading me down a set of basement stairs and then out a dimly lit door. 'Head around back,' he points over my shoulder. 'I'm parked down the street, just follow me.' For some reason, for once, I do as I’m told, and before I know it, I’m tucked into his car, making my way safely out of the path of raiding law enforcement. 'Wanna get high?' he asks, reaching forward to pluck open the glovebox. He retrieves a blown glass bowl and a mostly empty baggy of weed, and before I can talk myself out of it, I’m sitting on the hood of his car pulled off to the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. I learned his name that night, Jake...and we smoked and stared up at the stars as if the sky was a painting we had created together, talking about absolutely nothing until the sun was beginning to curl her fingers over the horizon. Nothing else happened, I let him take me home and drop me off with a grin, and then I never really spoke to him again. It was just one of those things, and we took it for what it was and then left it...but that night, he had made me feel special enough to protect.

"And you borrowed from him?” I ask, shaking off the recollection. "Do you have access to all of my memories?"

Both of their fingers are now playing idly with my hair. "You guard some more closely than others." Josh whispers.

“You aren't ready for anyone to see those, even us." Jake finishes.

Their touch brings my body to life like a live wire, and the simplest stroke of their palms along my freshly washed, silken hair makes my back bow away from the bed and a long moan of ecstasy drips from my lips.

The entire room smells of them, warm and ancient, like flowers dotting a grecian sea a millenia's worth of years ago. I feel complete, and whole. At home in a way I never have before in my life. They are my home. They are my true north, and I want them forever. I’d sleep for a thousand years if it meant I could stay here with them, and the others.

The thought reminds me. "Are they coming back? And what do I call them when they do?"

Josh answers, talking over his darker counterpart. "They'll be back, and they'll tell you their names, and likely why they've chosen them, if you're inclined to know."

With a deep breath, I offer a meek "I think I know what you are." Feeling timid, now that I’ve uttered the words out loud. If I’m wrong- and I probably am- I’ll sound like I’m reading lines from poorly scripted horror film, at best. At worst, I’ll sound insane. And maybe I am. Insane, that is.

"Do you?" Jake lends a warmth to his tone that makes my stomach flutter.

"Tell us then, lumen." Josh parts my knees and settles himself between them. He nudges my jaw with his nose and speaks soft, tingling words directly against the shell of my ear. "What are we?"

Instinctively, I can tell he is intentionally trying to cloud my thoughts. They reside in the shadows, and that seems to be where Josh, at least, would like to stay.

Forcing myself to stay clear headed is no small feat, but I manage to hang on, even as slow kisses light over my flesh like pleasant flames licking at my body.

"I've researched." I suck a breath in sharply when his teeth sink lightly into my shoulder. He hums in response, sucking gently until I shudder and press myself tighter against him.

"So easily distracted." he teases in a hum, but my eyes are now trained on Jake, he is regarding me carefully, like he isn't underestimating me the way Josh seems to be.

My thoughts scatter when Josh snakes a hand between my legs, but Jake steps forward and places a hand on his brother's –as I have come to think of them– back. "Let her think." he instructs kindly. "I've grown so fond of the way her mind works."

His attention turns to me, pulling a soft moan from my lips just by training his eyes on my face.

“Tell us, pet. What have you learned?"

I have to claw my way out of the fog Josh has flooded my brain with, but somehow, I fight through.

“There were so many possibilities, but none of them were right, until one was. I knew it right away, I knew it in my bones, in my soul."

They wait in silent patience and the only thing left to do is say the word, so I do.

"Incubus." the title comes out hushed. "I know that's what you are— incubi."

"Clever girl." Jake breathes, sounding astounded and proud...also, a little pensive, as though he is treading lightly with me.

"You're not afraid, lumen?" Josh asks teasingly, clearly he already knows the answer to his question.

"I was only afraid you wouldn't come back."

Now Jake is leaning in, curtaining your face with his glossy , perfumed hair. "Do you not understand the concept of self preservation, pet?" he purrs into my ear soft as baby’s breath.

"I've thought about that, too." My confession rides out on a whimper as Josh kisses his way down my chest. "You're supposed to drain my life force every time you come to me, but I always feel more alive afterward. I feel younger, healthier, happier. Why is that? Aren't you taking what you need from me?"

"She worries for us." Josh murmurs against my sternum before lapping his tongue over the swell of my breast.

Jake chooses to ignore that comment and lifts my face to his. "You confound me, little lamb. So beautiful to look upon, but your mind? Your mind is the true beauty. I want to crawl inside your head and wander through the library of your thoughts."

Once again, he lays his palm over my forehead. "Show me a memory, pet. One of those you keep locked so tightly away."

Before I have a chance to ask how I’ll discern which they have already seen, he answers my unsung question. "You'll know."

Can he read my thoughts? Or does he simply know me well enough to understand what I’m thinking?

I flutter through the files of my memories and settle on one that makes the heart in my chest burn. Visiting it for even a second is horrific, but I want so badly to hold it out in my hands for them— it is an offering, a sacrifice.

I would relive it every day for them should they ask me to.

Jake looks down at me with unimaginable pain evident in his eyes, but when his hand lifts away from my head, I can't seem to remember why he might have cause to look so sad.

"It's gone now." he ghosts his fingertips over my temple, soft as a breeze.

I realize that he's a little less radiant. He looks tired now, faint smudges suddenly visible below his eyes.

"Jake." Josh speaks with concern. "You absorb too much. Be careful."

"I like it." Jake argues, bending to press his mouth to mine. "It's like having her alive inside of me."

I make a tiny sound of confusion and Josh responds by sliding back up to nuzzle my ear.

"We struck a deal for you, lumen." he whispers, stroking his thumb over my cheek. His voice is so soft and soothing. It lulls me effortlessly.

"For me?" I can't imagine meaning enough to these ethereal wonders that they might bargain anything on my behalf.

"For you." he confirms, fluttering his lashes prettily when I reach up to caress his face.

"With who?"

"Don't." Jake orders Josh in a low, menacing tone before he has a chance to answer my question.

A silent exchange passes between them, and then Jake is moving forward. There will be no further questions answered tonight.

Josh sidles over, making room for his other half, and dips his head down to take the peak of my breast into his mouth. He suckles slowly while Jake's lips fit themselves over mine. He licks against my tongue, allowing me to really taste him for the first time in weeks– and I want more.

"I want you in my mouth." I purr desperately.

He makes a positively filthy sound in reply.

"Which part of me would you like to have in your pretty mouth, pet?" he presses two fingers into the cradle of my tongue for good measure and I suck them like a cock-hungry whore.

His skin is inhumanly warm and he tastes of a thousand lazy summer afternoons.

"Your cock." I clarify, though of course he already knew.

"I love when you talk that way." Josh whispers through the gentle trails his tongue is blazing along my waist.

Dark entity from another realm or not, it seems shockingly mortal when Jake unzips his black leather pants and withdraws his breathtaking, and already hard, cock. He presents it to me like a gift, and I am elated to receive it.

"Slowly." he whispers, lovingly drawing me near. "I want to savor you."

My tongue spirals and flickers over the head– it's so swollen and plush against my lips that I wish he would keep it there forever. I toy with him gently, sucking and stroking delicately until his breath is quaking through every exhale.

Josh has abandoned his efforts to tend to my body in preference of watching the show, but he utters soft words of praise now and then so I’ll know that he's still present in the moment with me.

For his part, Jake keeps his eyes locked on mine as I gaze up at him through the thick fan of my lashes. He's quiet, save for his subdued moans of pleasure...until he isn't —

"What a vision you are, pet." he soothes, trailing his thumb along my jaw. "An angel sucking the wicked cock of a monster."

My circulatory system hums to life further at his praise. I want to tell him how wrong he is, that he isn't a monster. He is a god and I would gladly sacrifice my life for his. That I would throw myself upon a sword without hesitation if it meant that he might smile from the entertainment of it all.

Yes, I want to say those things to him, but that would require relinquishing his cock, and I’d rather not do that. Not now, not ever. To that end, I remain silent with his length locked in my mouth and buried down my throat.

Instead, I try to convey my opposition to his statement by adoring him with my stare.

In the end, I’m forced to stop anyway when he tips my chin up until length his slips from my lips. A frown furrows my brow at the loss, but Josh walks his fingers up my sides and puts a stop to it.

"None of that, lumen." He pulls a genuine laugh from somewhere deep inside me — simply brings it forth out of thin air. It flutters up out of my chest as they look on adoringly.

"Do it again." Jake whispers to Josh when my laughter subsides, and just like that, a second giggle floats into the room.

"That's better." Josh nods, smiling at my blushed cheeks.

They give me a moment to catch my breath, and then begin a leisurely path down my impatiently waiting form.

In retrospect later, I will see that their intentions should have been obvious, but in the thick of it, I don't see it coming. Because of that, I am massively unprepared when they settle side by side between my legs and lower their mouths to my center simultaneously.

Their tongues flicker on either side of my clit and with a guttural groan that I would never admit to, my back arches off the mattress and my hands sink into their hair, holding on for dear life.

Raising my hips to meet their obscene ministrations, I earn a rumbling growl and a rasping groan, respectively.

My mind wanders, imagining the picture we would paint if someone else happened to stumble into the room. Me, splayed out on the bed, panting and writhing, legs spread to accommodate both of them as they fight for purchase, burying their faces in my overheated, aching cunt. The thought of it alone is enough to wildly unravel me.

"Yes, yes, yes—-" the word spills from my lips steadily. But, again, I’ll remember that later. For now, I’m hardly aware that I’m even speaking, let alone practically chanting a mantra of ecstasy into the darkness of my room.

"Let go, Lumen." Josh urges, curling his fingers inside me as Jake sucks my clit into his hot, wet mouth. "We need it, come on."

Jake nods and pats my thigh in silent encouragement."

"Here she goes." Josh sounds positively beside himself with anticipation. "Can you feel that?"

Jake nods once more and I get the impression that what they are feeling isn't something physical that my body is doing, but something that is taking place within themselves. I’d like to think that over a little more, but it will have to wait.

"I'm gonna cum." I manage to choke out, though they're clearly already aware. "Fuck, please."

With a surprisingly whiny, coaxing whimper from Jake and a gently issued, "Give it up for us, angel." from Josh, I am sinking into a pit of satin, orgasming with a strange and beautiful slowness. The languid pace allows me to really feel it all. The pulsing clench of it keeps perfect time with my flickering heart. Wracking me with a sensual, careful, violent, euphoria.

It fades slowly, like the tide pulling away from the shore and then they are curling themselves up around me, whispering softly and stroking my skin carefully as they ease me back to the here and now.

"You did so well for us, pet." Jake breathes into the crook of my neck, a tingle travels down my spine, causing a little shiver to shake my shoulders.

"So well." Josh agrees, his palm presses into my stomach, soothing me physically while I fight to calm my breathing.

They look even more radiant now, if that is even possible. It reminds me of shining an already gleaming coin.

I know goodbye is approaching, but as they coddle me closer to sleep, Josh uses whatever hold he seems to wield over my emotions to keep any sadness at bay.

"You'll come back, right?" I sigh, sleep threatening to overtake me at any moment. "You won't stay away so long this time? I can't go through that again."

"We'll come back, lumen." Josh promises. "Very soon."

You stave off unconsciousness long enough for one last question. "Will you bring them back to me too?"

"Of course we will, pet." Jake assures just before I drift off into a dreamless void.

A/N: so I know this is a little different from my usual content, but I felt like stretching my wings and isn’t that what it’s all about? Anyway, this will be a 2, possibly 3 parter, so I hope you enjoy. I love you all so very much. Ps- Part 2 will have more of the obscene nonsense that you’ve grown to love 😏

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katyasrussianaccent · 3 years

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i don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips (corpse x reader)

Summary: Corpse suggests you flirt with each other to mess with the fans. What happens when you suddenly catch feelings?

Authors Note: This has been in my brain for so long so I decided to write it. May or may not write a part 2, im not sure. Lemme know what you think! My requests are open for fic/headcannons aswell 💖

It should have been simple.

Flirt, mess with the fans a little, sit back and relax.

It should have been simple.

You remember Corpse coming to you with the idea.

“Why would we do that?” you had asked, frowning at your phone screen. It had been another late night phone conversation with him; something that was starting to become a regular occurrence.

You pictured him shrug as he answered. “Fun?”

“Are you so bored you wanna make a fake relationship with me?”

“Not a relationship. Just do what we do now, but like, more.”

You had agreed before your brain had even registered it. On paper it was straightforward. You already flirted a little anyway, you were naturally a flirtatious person, and so was he. It made sense; or at least you had told yourself that it did. You knew the fans already shipped you together, you saw the things they tweeted as you occasionally lurked the ynhusband tag on Twitter. It was just innocent fun right? No-one was going to get hurt.

For a little while that was true. For a little while he called you baby and you called him darling and it meant nothing. Your face didn’t feel flush when he commented on your latest Instagram post and your heart didn’t do a little flip when he would call you just to see how you were. The phone conversations were your favourite; curled up in bed with the phone on your pillow, trading secrets into the night. He had suddenly become this constant in your life, this almost routine familiarity like brushing your teeth or going to get milk.

You weren’t sure what changed, when it had gone from being innocent fun to meaning something. It was like someone had flicked a switch, and Corpse was no longer a warm glow but this bright, blinding light that hurt your eyes to look at too long. It was almost cruel, the way you wanted something so unobtainable; the universe’s idea of a joke had no humour in it. The thing with Corpse was he was so unaware of the power he had. He was mysterious yes, but he was faceless among a sea of faces; of course people were drawn to him. And you were just another.

You started to pull away. You played different games with different people, you ignored his tweets. It was easier, if you never interacted with him, you could pretend there was nothing but shallow feelings instead of the crashing waves that threatened to pull you under. The fans had started to notice; your streams were filled with questions that you refused to answer.

“Where’s Corpse?” you read aloud as you scrolled down the chat. “Probably in his house? Go ask him.” Your tone was bitter even to you and you inwardly cringed. He hadn’t contacted you in 2 weeks, and while you were thankful, you were hurt by it. It was stupid and hypoctritical of you to be upset by something that was your own doing, and you weren’t sure what you had expected from him. He had other friends, other people to talk to, why would he have cared about you anyway?

Your phone lit up next to you, and you ignored the pang of disappointment at Rae’s picture flashing up.

Rae: Among Us???

You hesitated for a second. The likelihood of Corpse being there was high, but you knew deep down he wouldn’t say a thing to you, not on stream or in front of your friends. You could just ignore him, like you had been doing and it would be fine. You weren’t sure you believed yourself anymore.

“Guys, you want to watch me play Among Us? I’m not sure who’s playing, other than Rae.” You looked at the fast flowing stream of affirmatives and emojis. Guess you had to do it now. You opened up the game and joined the lobby.

“-yeah she looks really fucking cute,” you heard Corpse say as you logged in. You looked down at your outfit,; he definitely wasn’t talking about you in your oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. You had been on stream for a few hours now; your eyeliner was smudged a little and any lipstick had worn off with the constant drinking and licking your lips. No, he definitely wasn’t talking about you.

“Hey guys,” you said tentatively, swallowing down the feeling of jealousy at Corpse’s previous words.

A chorus of greetings hit you, and you smiled at their enthusiasm. You had played with Rae, Sykunno and Toast a few times before, but Felix, Jack and Ash were new to you, though you knew of them.

“Hey Y/N,” Corpse said. You had hoped after 2 weeks he wouldn’t still affect you so much, but the way your stomach turned said otherwise.

“Hey Corpse,” you replied, hoping your tone was casual.

“I haven’t seen you in a while, how are you?” he asked.

“Oh. Uh yeah, I’ve been a bit busy I guess, how are you?” You looked down as you answered, picking at your nail polish. You glanced at the chat that was filled with messages.

corpsesbaby: You can always tell when someones lying coz they look down” llamadelrey: why is this so awkward lmao arent they friends??” simpsforrae: This is like is a breakup i swear

“I’ve been okay, thanks” Corpse answered, drawing your eyes off the chat and back to the game. You nodded as you muted your mic to go back to your stream.

“I hope I don’t get imposter, I always suck at that so much.” You watched as the screen counted down and the word IMPOSTER flashed up alongside Corpse’s name. “Guess I jinxed it guys.”

Great. Not only were you imposter, you were imposter with Corpse, which meant you would have to actually speak to him. Maybe you wouldn’t have to.

You both followed Rae as she walked up towards Greenhouse, and you cornered her while she did her task, killing her quickly.

“Everyone seemed to go right, so we should vent back towards cafeteria to avoid suspicion,” Corpse said.

“Okay,” you answered. You vented together, and you muted your mic to laugh. “This is kinda cosy guys.” You said to your chat. You briefly imagined what it would be like in real life to be so close to him.

You moved to Admin where Toast was doing his task. Before you could say a word, Corpse had already killed him and you both vented outside Cafeteria. “Fuck, that was so close,” you muttered, chuckling a little.

“Don’t worry, I got your back,” he replied, making your heart sing a little.

“Oh my hero,” you said, making a point of swooning to your chat, your voice high and airy. “How will I ever repay you?”

He chuckled, “You shouldn’t ask questions like that.”

You flushed at the suggestive tone he had taken, and you hoped it wasn’t noticeable but judging by the comments in your chat, it clearly had been. This was another issue you had with Corpse; he always made these type of comments with you and it was really annoying. You knew there was no chance he was being serious, and sometimes you wished he would stop it purely because it got your hopes up.

delilah: shes BLUSHING dreamofme: uWu yn uWu

You opened your mouth to respond when Dead Body Reported flashed up, bringing your thoughts back to the game.

“Toast and Rae are dead,” Sykuuno said. “I found Rae in Greenhouse and Toast in admin.”

“I was in balcony, I went there from the cafeteria,” you said confidently. You hated being Imposter, especially being teamed with Corpse, who was so good at the game, you had a lot of pressure to do well.

“I was in MedBay, I didn’t see you YN,” Ash accused.

“You only see if they enter through the left door. She entered through the other door,” Corpse answered for you.

“And how do you know that?” Felix asked.

“I was in Cafeteria,” Corpse replied.

“You could’ve vented YN,” Jack said.

“No I couldn’t have, if Ash was in MedBay, she would have seen me. Unless she wasn’t in MedBay,” you suggested, smirking to your cam as you muted. “It’s not going too bad I don’t think? Always feel like I’ve been arrested when I’m Imposter.”

“Little sus of you Ash to say you were in MedBay when you weren’t,” Corpse said. You gaped a little at how easy it was for him to manipulate the situation, it was almost scary.

Ash argued as the other players began to agree and discuss among themselves. You smiled in success at the text on the screen.

Ash has been ejected.

You split up this time, and while you hadn’t really spoken during the game, you kind of missed Corpse’s astronaut next to yours, and you said that to your chat. “Haha, our colours did look cute together, I agree.”

Any previous trepidation you had had disappeared as soon as you had heard his voice; and you realised how much you had missed him. You would simply just need to deal with your feelings; they would go away eventually anyway. You just hoped it wasn’t too late for you to start again with him.

You walked to MedBay with Skyunno, making small talk as you did.

“I’m glad to see you playing with us, it’s been a little while,” he said and you felt bad that you would have to kill him. As you turned towards him, ready to kill as he did his task, Jack walked in. You mouthed oops at the cam.

“What’s going on here?” Jack asked, suspicion in his voice.

“I was just saying how nice it was to have YN here,” Sykunno replied. You stood and faked your task, watching the green bar fill as you did. It would be too risky to kill here.

“Ah yeah, Corpse has been asking after you constantly,” Jack said. You blinked at the response, it had caught you off guard.

“Oh?” you replied simply. You mentally shrugged it off. Of course he would have asked about you, you were friends, that was all.

DEAD BODY REPORTED

“Felix was dead in Reactor,” Corpse announced. “Oh Corpse, you’re taking a risk here” you said to your chat.

“I was in MedBay with Jack and Sykunno,” you replied, smiling as they agreed. “Where were you Ash?”

She sighed sadly. “I was in Labs, but I was doing a task, I swear!” You all agreed quickly that Ash would be the next voted out.

“2 to go,” you said triumphantly. “I thought I was gonna drag Corpse down, but it’s going okay!”

The round started again and you could feel yourself getting tired. Hopefully this wouldn’t be too much longer to finish the game.

You circled round Corpse a few times, hoping that he would understand your signal. Luckily he did, and you both vented to Decontamination where Skyunno and Jack were. The room had already started to emit steam, making it extremely easy for you both to vent unnoticed and kill them both.

You grinned at the Victory message that flashed up.

“Good game guys!” you said. The others congratulated you and Corpse on your win and you smiled at the sound of your names together. You had it bad.

“It was all YN,” Corpse said.

“Pfft you ssh being humble, it was all you,” you replied, taking your hair out of your ponytail and running your hand through it.

“Your hair looks nice,” Corpse commented and your eyes widened. Your heart started to beat a little quicker. How long had he been watching your stream?

“It’s bad to watch someone’s stream without telling them,” you replied, making a show of pouting for the camera.

He laughed a little. “What can I say, I’m a bad guy,” he said, singing the last words. You laughed at the sudden Billie Eilish.

“Guys, either play another game, or get a room,” Felix interrupted. You blushed a little and rolled your eyes, the chat going crazy from the corner of your eye.

“And that’s my cue to exit,” you said, yawning. “Bye guys, have a good night!” You wished everyone and your chat goodnight before closing the stream and leaning back in your chat. You couldn’t believe Corpse had been watching you. You hadn’t said anything too incriminating, but still.

You prepared for bed, settling back into the softness of your pillows as you grabbed your phone - a terrible habit you really needed to stop.

Corpse: Can I call you?

You gulped at the message that appeared on your screen, a gnawing feeling of nervous clung to your throat as you typed yes. His name came up almost instantaneously and your hand shook as you pressed to accept the call.

“Hey,” he greeted.

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked, trying to keep your voice even while your heart beat erratically in your chest.

“It was nice playing with you again,” he commented.

You sat up a little as you held the phone against your ear. “Did you call me to tell me that?”

“I haven’t spoken to you in a while.”

You sighed a little. “Yeah, I’ve been a bit busy, sorry - “

“You’re lying to me and I don’t know why,” he replied. You had never heard his voice like that before; so angry and hurt. You tapped your foot against your mattress as you thought what to say.

“I -”

“Did I do something?” he asked. You had been so selfish; blocking him out to avoid being hurt, but you hadn’t thought about his feelings. He was more popular than you were, you had assumed he would be fine, that he wouldn’t care if you were around or not.

“No, you didn’t do anything, I swear -”

“Then what? Because I thought we were friends, close friends and then suddenly you pretty much disappear. But you’re still streaming with other people. It’s pretty shitty of you.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek and looked up, the sting of tears threatening to fall. “It was really shitty of me, I’m sorry.”

“What happened?” he asked. “Please just tell me.”

“I don’t know what I’m meant to say,” you replied softly.

“What do you want to say?”

You blinked, the anticipation of unspoken words caught in your throat, making it hard to swallow. The taste of them was bitter on your tongue. “I...I have feelings for you.”

There. You had said it. There was no taking it back now, and you felt like your heart was about to shatter with every single second of silence that passed. You could hear him swallow on the other end of the phone. “Are you saying you’re in love with me?”

You bit your lip, taking in the meaning of the question he had asked. It wasn’t something you had thought of, you hadn’t conceptualised your feelings for him, not put them in a box labelled love or anything. “I don’t know. I feel something for you. And it kinda sucks being your friend and having those feelings. So I pulled away.”

“Why does it suck?”

You laughed bitterly. “Why wouldn’t it? Feeling something for someone that doesn’t feel the same is fucking shitty.”

“I asked you to flirt with me YN -”

“Yeah, for fun,” you interrupted.

“No, I said for fun, but really I just wanted you to,” he replied. “I feel something for you too. How could I not? Has anything I’ve ever said to you sounded like it was just for fun?” You smiled at his response, your heart no longer on the fit of breaking, but suddenly doing flips and soaring through your chest, radiating warmth through your body.

“Oh,” you said, your brain was overloaded with thoughts, and was apparently no longer capable of coherent sentences.

“Oh? That’s a great response, thanks,” he teased, but you could tell he was smiling as he spoke.

“I wasn’t expecting you to say that, I don’t really know what to say honestly,” you replied.

“Well, baby, how about you say yes to a date?” he asked.

“Yes.”

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blackkatmagic · 3 years

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Prompt! Mace is stuck in a time loop of evening he fought Palpatine. He’s a little surprised at first at how willing the CG commanders are to help him commit murder, but he appreciates it

Mace is scorched, bleeding heavily, and missing a hand, still out of breath from his last fall before the section of looped time reset, when he staggers in the Coruscant Guard’s main office, then locks the door behind him.

Halfway out of his chair, Fox freezes, eyes widening. “General Windu!” he says sharply, and reaches for his comm. “Thire, go get Medical—”

“Only a Guard medic,” Mace says, and Fox goes still, Thire frozen halfway to his feet on the other side of the room. Mace meets Fox’s narrowing eyes, feeling the wash of suspicion rising, and can't even manage to hide the exhaustion in his voice when he says, “I don’t trust anyone else.”

He’s failed to kill Palpatine four times now. Four betrayals, four falls out the wide window, four times surviving just to watch the Jedi Order fall right alongside the Republic. Exhaustion is the very lightest word for what Mace feels right now.

Fox glances from Mace to the door to the other commanders, then deliberately reaches over, switches off the comm, and engages the privacy lock on the office. “We have an hour before the shift change,” he says.

Stone rises, pushing past Thire, to approach with quick steps. “I've got bacta,” he offers.

The best possible outcome. Mace tries not to stagger as he heads across the office, but he must look bad enough that Thire meets him halfway, grabbing Mace's arm and supporting him right to the empty chair across his desk. It’s a familiar seat, and Mace collapses into it with a sound that might be a groan, tipping his head back. thinks, a little grimly, of how he’s going to get Fox to agree to what he needs help with, but—Fox is the best shot in the Guard, the most fearless man Mace has ever met. If he can't do it, no one can. And all of his commanders are intensely loyal and well-trained and brave. They’re necessary, too.

All Mace needs is to not sound like he’s gone mad for the next hour.

“No caf this time?” he asks, then sets his teeth against a gasp as Fox pulls his robe away from the long, jagged slash that’s sheeting blood down his side. The third fall, Mace thinks. He wasn’t able to stop all of the glass as it fell after him.

There's a pause, careful, and then Fox snorts quietly. “You didn’t even call ahead this time,” he says, and from the tone of his voice Mace might almost believe it’s one of their weekly meetings, nominally to discuss security but more often to drink caf and complain about the idiocy of senators. “Not a Jedi. Don’t expect me to read your mind.” With a quick, ruthless jerk, Fox pulls a shard of glass free, then catches Mace's shoulder before he can do more than cry out and slaps a bacta patch over the spot, sealing the edges.

When the world stops lurching like one of Anakin's crashing ships, Mace opens his eyes, and finds himself pressed face-first to hard plastoid, as red as blood.

“My apologies, Commander,” he manages, though picking up his head feels like rather too much effort right now. “I would have called if I could have.”

Above him, there’s a quiet breath, and Stone sets a hand on his shoulder. “Sir,” he says quietly. “What happened to you?”

Fox’s hand curls around the back of his skull, holding him carefully in place, and—after three years of war, trooper armor feels like safety. Even seeing what the 501st was forced to do, all Mace can feel right now is a deep, desperate sense of shelter, like finally finding a light in a storm.

“We’ll murder them for you,” Thire says on Mace's other side, conversational and easy, like it’s the predetermined outcome, without question and entirely within their ability. “Just give us the name, General.”

Mace opens his eyes, staring at red and white plastoid, and takes a breath. “The Sith Lord,” he says. “I found him.”

Fox’s indrawn breath is a vicious hiss. “Thire,” he says without hesitation. “Those slugthrowers we seized the other day, in the lockup, and the ammunition—”

“On it,” Thire says grimly, and then he’s gone, across the office and into another room. Fox himself doesn’t move, and Stone’s hand curls more tightly around Mace's shoulder, holding him steady.

“General Windu,” Fox says, quiet. “Just give us the name and we’ll take care of it.”

They will, Mace thinks, and it’s almost astonishing. Within ten seconds, Fox had a plan, and that’s—well. Precisely why this is where Mace came when he’d run through all other options and was on the verge of collapse.

“I need to come,” he says, though when he goes to lever himself to his feet, Stone gently pushes him back down. “You may hesitate, and I need to guard you if you do. He’s powerful—”

“Hesitate,” Fox repeats, frowning. He glances up as Thire returns, carrying two locked boxes. “Why the kriff would we hesitate? He’s a Sith Lord. He did this to you. He’s the one behind this whole karking war.”

Right. The difficult part. Mace takes a breath, carefully pushing himself upright, and says, “His identity. You might think I'm lying.”

There's a pause, and then Thire snorts, thumping the boxes down on top of Fox’s desk. “With all due respect, sir,” he says. “I can't even pictureyou lying to a clone.”

Stone makes a sound of quiet amusement. “What he said.”

Mace glances up, meets Fox’s eyes. “I'm going to ask you to help me murder someone very important and highly-placed,” he say quietly. “With no proof but my word.”

“And your injuries,” Fox says ruthlessly, though his hand is careful on Mace's throat. Mace should likely be thinking of troopers in the Temple, executing children, but all he can picture is Ponds on his left, Razor on his right, Stak asleep against his knees in front of the fire. It makes him close his eyes again for just a second, leaning into Fox’s touch.

“It’s Chancellor Palpatine,” he says clearly, as steadily as he’s able to. “Chancellor Palpatine is the Sith Lord. I need your help to kill him.”

There's one beat of stunned, frozen silence. Then, careful, Thire clears his throat. “You want us to kill the Supreme Chancellor?” he asks.

“Yes,” Mace says, and when he sits back, all three commanders are staring at him. Something in his chest sinks, grim and resigned. “I can't—”

“Thire, get those damn boxes open,” Fox orders. “Stone, we need some kind of distraction. Grab some detonators.”

“Sir yes sir,” Stone says, and scrambles to obey as Thire lunges for the lock boxes. “That rotary blaster—”

“No blasters, just slugs,” Fox says firmly. “General Windu, if he sees you—”

“He won't remember my attempt to kill him,” Mace says automatically, though he can't quite get his brain to click over and accept that he can see in front of him. “I—Commanders—”

“No backing out!” Thire says over his shoulder. “It came from a Jedi, it’s an order, just let us do it this one time—”

“No take-backs,” Stone agrees, dumping a bandolier full of grenades over his head and settling it quickly. He also grabs for a very large vibrosword that’s leaning against the wall. “Even if you’re wrong, sir, we’d better just check, right?”

Fox snorts, and as soon as Thire gets the box open, he reaches for one of the slugthrowers. “Call it a birthday present,” he agrees, and glances at Mace, considering. “Sir, if you stay here—”

“I'm not staying,” Mace says firmly, and pushes to his feet, just managing to catch himself as he sways. “Use me as a distraction. Put me in cuffs and tell Palpatine that you found me trying to sabotage the power grid.”

That, of all things, makes Fox hesitate, but after a moment he nods. “After that, we’re taking you somewhere secure and dumping you into the softest bed I can find,” he promises. “Sir.”

Mace won't object. He might even drag the three of them down with him, just for that little bit of extra safety. If they manage to kill Sidious, they’ll all deserve every bit of rest and safety they can get.

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thesolferino · 3 years

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True Calling

⤷ dream x f!reader.

⤷ word count: 3.9k

⤷ requested: yes, by this lovely anon!

— summary: dream meets his favorite singer on an among us livestream.

“Dude, what could go wrong? Just do it.”

“What could go wrong?! Literally so many things, you ass.”

Dream heard Sapnap sigh through the mic right into his headphones, the dim grey of his Discord background doing barely anything to illuminate his features as he stared at his open messages blankly.

“First of all, don’t.. speak to me like that, I am doing you a favour by sitting here and listening to you panic about stupid shit. Second of all, nothing big could go wrong. What, you’re a little awkward in the beginning, maybe, and that’s it.” Dream adjusted his headphones a little bit, Sapnap’s rant flowing into his ears but dissipating somewhere halfway to his brain, because, yes, things could go wrong and he can’t be proven otherwise.

“Did you forget that I’m a public figure? And that my fans are insane? I say one wrong thing and it’ll be memed and haunt me in my dreams. Did you forget that SHE’s a public figure? And that this is live? God…” he retorts back, listening to Sapnap helplessly sigh once again in response. He anxiously switches from his Discord to Twitter, then to YouTube, to Twitch and then back to Discord, frantically clicking around. In reality, he knows Sapnap is right, and it’s anxiety whispering into his ear that he’s gonna somehow fuck up, but maybe it’s simply easier to stay and argue with him into the night instead of actually responding to that message.

The stream is still going. Quackity’s voice speaks over Sapnap’s quiet breathing. “Damn, he’s still not responding. Um, let me try Tubbo, maybe?”

Before he knows it, the opportunity to join the stream is slipping out of his fingers, and Dream isn’t sure if he’s happy about that or not. On one hand, he gets to meet one of his favorite artists whose album he’s played way too many times to count, and on the other, the chances of him embarrassing himself in front of that same artist and a hundred thousand other people are extremely high, and he’s not sure if he likes the odds of that.

“Man, I don’t know. You won’t listen to me, anyway. Don’t join if you don’t want to.” Dream hears the annoyed tinge in Sapnap’s voice, and that’s what pours the last bit of courage into his veins because the best way to do anything in life is to follow Sapnap’s advice after you’ve already irritated him to the point of defeat, and he murmurs a quick “bye” and hangs up before the other can even respond, typing a rapid “Sure, send me the VC link” back to Quackity.

He hears a delighted exhale coming from his Twitch tab just as Quackity forwards him the link. “Okay, nevermind, we’ve got Dream! He’ll join in a second.”

With that, he swiftly closes the Twitch tab and with an encouraging sip of water, he finally joins the Discord voice chat with the rest of the players. Your Discord image sticks out like a sore thumb to him despite being a super basic, Googleable picture of you that he’s probably seen a million times by now, and upon seeing it, reality slaps him right over the face and he realises that, oh shit, he actually joined.

“Hey everyone.” Dream speaks into the mic and a mix of excited voices greets him at the same time as he loads up the game. Your icon is missing the green halo. He stares at it, as if you’ll magically speak up if he stares long and hard enough. That, apparently, works.

Pokimane’s “Dream, hi!” seems to set something off in your brain, and you speak again.

“Oh, Dream?” the green halo appears, and Dream resists the urge to say something stupid or bite his hand or anything of the sort when you say his name. “Aren’t you the guy who listens to my music all the time?” you giggle.

Quackity laughs loudly in his usual fashion, and Dream feels his hands go cold as the Among Us loading page pops up. “Wh-huh?”

“Yeah, you-you listen to my music a lot! Your fans always tag me under that… ‘Dream’s Spotify’ Twitter account, I remember you.” Dream swears his heart is about to jump out of his chest and start bouncing around on the floor because his ribs are way too restrictive for that type of movement, but he tries his best to play it cool and laughs lightheartedly.

“I do! I’m, like, your biggest fan.” he grins, as if you can see him, and you laugh in return.

“Yeah, man, you pay my rent. Thanks.” you say and a couple of people laugh while Dream inputs the code and his character finally pops up, immediately running around like the rest of the group. He runs around your purple character and hears you chuckle as you run around him too, but not for long, because the game starts and everyone mutes themselves. He audibly sighs, because he can afford to, considering he’s not streaming and nobody can hear the amount of courage this whole thing is taking him.

A notification pops up on his screen - the Dream Team group chat seems to be talking. Must’ve already found some way to make fun of me, he thinks to himself as he huffs out a large breath and runs through cafeteria and weapons to do his tasks in navigation. Corpse is hot on his tail the whole time, and not to say he’s an untrustworthy guy, but Dream isn’t really looking forward to getting killed before even speaking to you properly, so he runs around, trying to find somebody to stick with so Corpse doesn’t shove a knife in his back while he’s doing a task.

Thankfully, Karl emerges somewhere from the direction of storage right into communications where Dream was going, too. Just as Dream starts finishing download and Corpse and Karl line up behind him, his screen flashes bright red and white and the bold letters “Dead body reported” pop up. Everyone unmutes themselves and his eyes bore into your character, immediately.

“Alright, the body was in top left of the… uh, upper engine. I need everyone’s positions.” Rae immediately spoke.

“I was in electrical, I-I went through cafeteria to the upper engine with Poki, there was nobody there, we did our tasks, went down to lower engine, then Poki left with Toast, and I went to electrical and the body was reported.” Sykkuno said, and Pokimane confirmed with a hum of agreement.

“Dream?” Rae asked, and he spoke up.

“I never even went that way, I went through weapons to nav, and then to communications, and then the body was found. Corpse can vouch for me because he was following me the entire time and I kinda thought he was gonna kill me. And Karl saw me in communications, us three were all together when you… reported the body.” He rambled, trying to defend himself.

“Yeah, it’s true, he was with me the whole time.” Corpse supported.

“Karl, which way did you get to communications?” Toast asked.

“Uh, through storage.” Karl replied quickly.

“That’s funny, ‘cause I was in security, and I could swear I saw you walk past.” Toast said, and a couple of “ooh”s echo through the call.

“That makes no sense because even if I did go that way, I wouldn’t have time to get to communications and start doing my task with Dream and Corpse if I killed Ethan! And Rae, you-you saw me do my task in storage!” Karl loudly defended himself.

“...that… that’s true, yeah.” she said.

“If you ask me, Toast, you’re being real sus for lying about that.” Karl threw it back at Toast, who protested.

“Listen, I didn’t say you killed anybody, I just said I saw someone run past!” he claimed.

“Bretman and Y/N are being real quiet, though.” Corpse points out, and the green halo around your icon lights up once again.

“Oh shit, I didn’t realise I was muted. Sorry, guys.” you laughed. “Um, I was with… Quackity, in… what’s that shit on the right called?”

“O2.” Quackity quickly jumped in.

“Right, O2. I went to… top left, first, and I did my tasks there, and then to weapons and then to O2, and then the body was reported.”

“You were in top left?” Rae repeated.

“Yeah.”

“And was there anyone with you?”

“Um… no? I was alone, and then I saw Quackity in top right, and then we went to, uh, O2 together.” you said and Corpse sighed loudly.

“That means she could’ve had the time to kill Ethan and run.” Toast points out.

“Hey! I didn’t kill anyone! I don’t even know how this game works…” you whined into the mic and Quackity laughed.

“Yeah, I dunno Y/N, you were dancing real suspiciously around me…” he said, causing you to defend yourself louder.

“Why would I kill anyone?! I don’t even know how to do that, I’m a nice person!”

“I don’t think she did it, guys.” Dream pipes up, tugging at the wire of his headphones absentmindedly.

“Shut up, you simp.” Quackity fires back instantly, making everyone in the call laugh, including Dream.

“Damn right, I’m a Y/N simp. She can do no wrong. I mean, look at that innocent face! She did nothing, I’m-I’m sure.” He argued, making you cover your mouth and giggle.

“Their face is literally the same as everyone’s! We’re all astronauts!” Rae protested, but Dream kept shaking his head.

“No, hers is more innocent.” he said. “Toast, why are you so set on accusing everyone, anyway?”

“Oh, you’re so not attacking Toast right now-”

“Guys, I think we should skip.” Sykkuno pipes up to calm the conversation, and everyone agrees, even though most of them mumble “sus” under their breath as soon as they mute their mics.

Dream’s tiny green astronaut stomps his way over to the left side immediately, changing paths this time and making his way into the Upper Engine, trying to finish his tasks in time and possibly find someone to accompany him so he at least doesn’t have to argue over his alibi. He had four tasks left, two of them in Upper Engine, so after that he was free to roam around wherever his heart desired. Just as he started doing one of them, he watched your purple character step in and run circles around him, earning you a quiet laugh that he didn’t know he uttered until he heard himself do it and silently scolded himself for getting that flustered at something so simple.

The two of you did your tasks together before going down to reactor. Just as Dream started doing one of his tasks, a dead body was reported again and he unmuted himself as Toast immediately started borderline yelling into his headphones.

“Bretman just killed Sykkuno RIGHT in front of me. I literally watched him do it. He killed Sykkuno in COLD BLOOD.” he confidently claimed and Dream, quite uninterested, grabbed his bottle of water and lightly sipped on it, wiping beads of sweat resting right above his eyebrows with his forearm, blindly looking around the darkness, trying to get his eyes to adjust looking away from the computer screen. His eyes searched for the window - it was open, just enough to let a fresh breeze inside, but it never seemed to do that, letting humid air in with open arms like a welcome guest. Florida is fucking hell, he thinks, gulping down some more water.

“No, I didn’t! I seriously did not, he’s the one who killed him and is trying to frame me now. I swear to God, Toast…” Bretman shouted into his worn mic, trying to argue back.

“Yeah, to be honest, Bretman, you were silent the whole time when Ethan died.” Rae reasoned, earning quite a lot of “ooh”s and causing little “voted” signs to appear next to Poki, Toast and Karl’s names as Bretman tried his best to fight back.

“I didn’t know I was muted the whole time! You know I’m bad at this! Why would I... you know what, nevermind! Vote me! Vote me! You’ll see when Toast kills you all, I don’t care anymore. I literally saw-”

Dream slumps further into his chair, sure that the foam would have a dent of his body shape imprinted even when he’s long gone from it, and unlocks his phone with a quiet sigh. He opens Discord, and wishes he hadn’t, because Sapnap and George are always on the front lines and ready to make fun of him at any chance possible. He types back a stupid joke, calling them losers, but before he can press send, a Twitter notification pops up on his phone that almost makes his painfully sweaty hands lose grip of the phone.

“this is so boring” your message reads, from your official Twitter account. Dream blinks a few times, and looks up from his phone to observe his murky, empty room, eyes flashing from the window to the ripped chocolate bar wrapper that somehow made its way onto the floor to a cup of coffee from this afternoon. Did the humid air finally get to him? Hallucinations?

He clicks on the notification - it proves to not be a product of his imagination, after all. Three dots dance around on his screen cheerfully, but they suddenly stop. His ears tune in. Bretman is still defending his honor. Something else must’ve interrupted you. His shaky hands barely hit the right letters.

He takes a handful of screenshots amidst his euphoria, and forwards them to the group chat with no caption besides an emoji sticking its tongue out - he wants to tell them to suck his dick, or something along those lines, but your message remains a priority as he rushes back to the Twitter app to reply.

“Right” he manages to write without a typo. “They’re annoying”

Three dots immediately return to his screen like a happy memory, and he almost can’t believe you’re texting back so fast. George would probably humble him by saying it’s because you have nothing better to do, but what George doesn’t know can’t hurt him, Dream supposes, and clicks on your profile instinctively as he adjusts his headphones on one ear. By the time you finish typing your message, the group decided to vote out Bretman, who ended up not being an imposter.

The three dots disappear as quick as they came, and so does the anticipation that bubbled up in Dream’s throat as he sourly leaves to finish the rest of his tasks. The rest of the game stays as boring as it started, save for the giggles and hushed laughter that came from you at every few jokes he made - of which he made quite a lot, in a desperate attempt to make you laugh, at least a little bit. Of course, Quackity was there every step of the way to accidentally mention how Dream sounded a lot more hype and alive during this game than he does ever, but you win some, you lose some, eh?

In the next game you actually decided to set up proximity chat, so of course Dream followed you around everywhere, hot on your tail at all times - what else is he supposed to do, when the chance presented itself, really?

“Are you imposter?” His character obnoxiously ran circles around you as you did your wires task slowly and unsurely since this stream was your first time playing.

“No, but I wouldn’t tell you even if I was, dummy.” You replied, running around his own character briefly before running up to do the rest of your tasks, watching the green astronaut follow you close behind.

“Why not?” Dream questioned, eyes following all your movements since he didn’t have anything better to do considering he finished all his tasks.

“Do you not know how this game works?”

“Yeah, but you’d tell me, right? I wouldn’t… rat you out.” He heard a sigh coming through his headphones in response, and his grin widened just a little, watching your character walk away from him.

“I know you wouldn’t.” you replied. “I’ll tell you if I’m imposter, I guess.”

“You wouldn’t kill me, would you?” Dream spoke into his mic, reaching to fix it and realising the way his hand trembled a little, fully aware he was walking the line between flirty and obnoxious more than usual. He lowered his gaze just to see his keyboard reflect the light of the computer back to him - the sweat from his palms seemed to seep onto the keyboard. He refused to think about the mocking things his best friends would say if they found out how nervous he was just to talk to you.

“No, of course not! I wouldn’t be able to kill you.” You chirped just as a dead body was discovered and the two of you were torn from the conversation.

In the next one, his screen flashed an ominous black and red with the word “Impostor” and your purple character stood proudly next to his green one, and he snickered to himself, adjusting his headphones one more time (the more he did it, the more he was convinced it was one of those anxious habits of his).

Shifting in his chair, he started moving and couldn’t believe his eyes when he realised the two of you managed to lock yourselves in a room with Corpse and Sykkuno, accomplishing a double kill in barely the first two minutes of the game. The two of you vented while Dream muttered curses under his breath, breaking out in a sweat wondering if you’re going to get caught or not as you casually hummed to a random tune while faking tasks, hitting the notes in such an effortless way that it made Dream relax and get even more nervous at the same time. It didn’t take too long before the body was found, and you seemed to adapt to the game very quickly, as Dream just sat back most of the time and watched you stretch out a whole essay on why you and Dream could NOT have been imposters.

“Why would they stick together the whole time? Couldn’t they get at least someone else to vouch for them?” Toast complained.

“Girl, Dream wants some… alone time with Y/N, obviously.” Bretman said, despite being the one most sus of you in the first place, forcing laughter out of the whole lobby, Dream’s sticking out the most as his mood constantly swayed from finding the whole thing funny to being worried sick if you actually find him weird.

“Exactly! And we’re gonna have our alone time if we want to, thank you very much.”

Well, Dream thinks, taking a stressed gulp of water from his bottle, at least we cleared that one up.

“I don’t think that sounded the way you wanted it to, Y/N.” Karl pipes up, making Quackity burst into another fit of loud laughter, and you immediately protested.

“It sounded exactly the way I wanted it to! Now, vote Rae or else.”

When the meeting was over, he ran after you through cafeteria, grin splitting out on his face before he even spoke.

“You’re pretty…” his silence extended as he watched your character stare at his. “...pretty smart.”

You snorted. “Right. You’re pretty…” you extended your silence in return, mocking him. “...too.”

His heart jumps. “You forgot a word there.” he says as you stomp out to storage.

“I said what I said, Dreamy.”

He swears this can’t be healthy for his blood pressure. In the corner of his eye, Discord notifications pop up like crazy. The boys must be watching your stream. His heart swells with both pride and dread, knowing he’s about to be called something along the lines of pretty Dreamy for the next two months.

“How do you know I’m pretty? You’ve never even seen my face.” Dream replies as heat creeps up like a spirit rising from soil, from the back of his neck, seeping into his ears and cheeks somewhat equally. His eyes dart to the window again. Of course it’s the stupid Florida weather that has him burning up, flustered. Maybe he should open another window.

“Is this an invitation to see it?” you say, a teasing tone clinging off your voice and he can practically hear you smiling.

“No, I’m just saying! If you want to see it, though, that… that can be arranged.” he bites his lip as a physical attempt of holding back the smile that breaks out as he waits for your response, chest puffing in both nervousness and odd confidence.

“Can it? I mean, I don’t need to see it, I just know already, you have those… pretty boy vibes. But I wouldn’t…” you chuckle. “...be opposed to seeing it, for sure. Don’t count on me not to leak the pictures, though. I want the clout.”

“What do you MEAN you want the clout, you’re Y/N! You don’t need clout from a Minecraft YouTuber!” He argues back, a small wheeze escaping him mid sentence as you giggle and run around, with him following your every move.

“You keep my fucking lights on, man! Whenever your Spotify Twitter account thingy tweets that you’re listening to my stuff, the streams go up! I need your clout.” you say as you run into admin and snap Toast’s neck and run back out casually, as if nothing happened.

“Yeah, that’s how me listening to your songs on repeat works.” he says and you let out some sort of irritated groan.

“Shut up, smartass.” Just as you say that, somebody seems to find the body and you’re pulled into a meeting, where Rae susses both of you immediately.

“No, because both of you are always together! And someone always spots you walking by the place where the bodies are found! At some point that can’t be a coincidence, right?” she accuses, practically yelling into the mic.

“Of course they’re always together, check- check fuckin’ Twitter! They’re trending on like three different spots already!” Quackity jumps in, loud as always, and the lobby gives off mixed reactions.

“What? We are?” Dream asks, and Quackity confirms with a “yeah, man! Check!” and so he complies, quickly pulling out his phone to check the trending tabs. Sure enough, among the politics and sports, “DREAM Y/N”, “PRETTY BOY” and “DREAM FACE” are crammed, sat at 7th, 14th and 18th place, respectfully. A satisfied grin breaks out on his face. At least they see it, too.

“This has to be the first time Dream has trended for something heterosexual.” Karl points out, earning loud laughter from Quackity and Bretman, less loud on your part.

“Exactly! We’re a power couple! Stay mad!” You shouted, with Dream supporting you in the background, although still shyly adjusting his headphones every few seconds, unable to comprehend that oh, this is actually happening.

Both of you get voted out during the next few minutes, but that really means nothing to Dream - they actually do him quite a favor, because the two of you get to excuse yourselves and he sees those three familiar dots dance on his screen again as he leans back into his chair with a dopey grin, playing with the strings of his sweatpants, waiting for your next and next and next message.

He opens Discord on his computer to type one last message into the groupchat before turning it off for the night:

Dream (03:14): maybe Minecraft wasn’t my calling after all

Dream (03:14): can’t believe I just met my soulmate on Among Us

#dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dream imagine #dreamwastaken imagine #dream fanfic #dreamwastaken fanfic #dream fluff #dream x you #dreamwastaken x you #dream x y/n #dreamwastaken x y/n #mcyt imagine #mcyt fanfic #mcyt x reader

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sirendeepity · 3 years

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[ Nessian one-shot ]

A/N: Well, I don't really know what to tell you. It's not angst? I kinda used a prompt but also kinda not? Because I literally thought about said prompt and thought nOice, and then proceeded to let it sit in my draft for months? Do with it what you want - and enjoy! (For real, this time)

W/C: 1.2k

Cassian woke up to a feather-like touch on his back. A low, guttural sound came out from the back of his throat at the delicate scrape of fingertips on skin and leather.

“Am I to understand you like this?”Her voice was caring and tempting all at once, and he could picture perfectly the look on her face: victorious, satisfied, and more than conscious of what she’d get right after.

Cassian cracked open one eye and took in the surroundings. He was lying face-down, with his wings taking up almost all the space on the bed. Utterly and completely at her mercy. He made to pull himself up and turn around, but another stroke along the bundle of nerves - right where his wings began, interlacing bones and muscles with his back - had him ground himself on the mattress and bury his face between the pillows, drowning the animalistic sound of pleasure that escaped his mouth.

“I’m not done yet.”

“Nes-”

He felt her moving behind him and soon after her lips and tongue were on him, kissing and tasting and marking. He sucked in a ragged breath, swaying his hips in desperate need of any sort of friction, while his hands gripped the sheets as if his life depended on it. Which wasn’t far from the truth.

He wasn’t even properly awake and she was already fucking his brain cells one by one.

“Any wish you’d like to make?”, she breathed, not leaving his skin for a moment more.

I wish to fuck you so hard you’ll be screaming my name for everyone to hear would be a good start. But if there was one thing Cassian enjoyed more than to tell Nesta all the sinful things he wanted to do to her, with her, it was to show her exactly how he pictured them in his head.

Feeling the grip of her thighs relaxing as her mouth kept exploring, he took advantage of the blissful distraction to switch their position and pin her down on the bed, giving her just the time for a surprised gasp before gluing their lips together and binding their tongues, the kiss nothing short of blind desire. It had been months since their mating ceremony and the rather long and well-deserved frenzy that followed, and yet Cassian found himself still surprised by the primal need of her - a need without an apparent end, without a way to be fulfilled or satisfied. Only when they were both running out of breath he drew back, their lips wet and flushed, and sat to look down at her, wearing nothing but her underwear, her legs spread open for him.

He’d taken her on many occasions, on every corner of the House of Wind - and not just there -, filling her through and through. He’d worshiped her as one would a Goddess, traced every inch of her skin with his tongue and teeth, biting and marking and claiming like a mad dog. And she had reveled in his brutal, animalistic satisfaction.

So Cassian rolled his hips, pressing himself against her, and watched her writhe before his eyes.

With Nesta Archeron, one would think of something with edges as sharp as blades, a beast with claws and fangs made of cold iron and an even colder heart. Fools, all of them, because Nesta Archeron was no such thing. Laying bare before him and him only, she was all soft and generous curves. She was molten steel and burning fire. She was the light of a newborn star and the force of a dying one. She was his end and his new beginning. And Cassian wanted nothing more, needed nothing more, as he freed them both of what little remained between them, joining their bodies and showing her all he’d ever wished for.

* * *

“Good morning, birthday boy,” she chuckled against his sensitive skin once they were both spent but satisfied, leaving his wings behind and following the black swirls of ink of his tattoos, the scar on his neck, the arc of his ear. The mattress shifted as the female left the bed, urging him to open both eyes and follow her movements through the room. He turned then, adjusting on the pillows so he could have a better view of his mate as she opened the curtains, revealing a wall of windows facing a valley covered in the first snow of the season. It was just the beginning of November, but that far up in the northern mountains of Illyria weather followed a course of its own. He’d often come to the cabin - his cabin, the one he’d built from sticks and stones, the one he’d always kept a secret, a safe place for when he needed some time alone and all he wanted to do was to scream and cry and be miserable. For when he felt again like the lost boy with no food or home or a family to call his own, the young mess he had once been, one step away from crumbling to the ground and falling apart irrevocably.

Now, just like the first time, he found it difficult to breathe, as if his lungs had forgotten how to work properly. But it wasn’t for the view, the snow and the mist and the peaks of the furthest mountains cutting through the thick layer of clouds. He’d come rather used to it, the rigid lines painted with shades of white, green, orange.

It was for the female standing in front of it all, her skin bare like the day she came into the world and her clear eyes marveling at what laid before her.

He stood, letting the sheets rustling down the sharp angles of his naked body, and padded to the windows, resting his hands around her middle. Her hands came atop his own as they embraced each other, enjoying the blissful moments of quiet only the mountains were able to gift them.

“What are the plans for the day, General? Are we supposed to go back to Velaris to meet with the others?” she asked softly after a few minutes, her eyes not leaving the windows.

He inhaled deeply, his nose buried in the crook between her neck and her shoulder, nuzzling her skin. “I may or may not have told them to fuck off, politely,” he took his time to answer - the both did -, because there was no duty or mission or role to play. Between the clouds, there was them and nothing more.

“Someone is not going to get his birthday presents,” his mate teased, stealing a frustrated grunt from him.

“Mor and Rhys are going to be so pissed,” Cassian said, voice muffled by the mouth pressed on her naked shoulder, “but I’ll take my chances. I already have all I’ll ever need.”

She tilted her head, looking up at him, and Gods damn him if she wasn’t the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. Her lips parted slightly as if she was about to say something but couldn’t manage to. He knew that feeling too well: how the heart starts beating so fast it might explode, how the mind drowns in a flow of thoughts and words and emotions that run so fast it’s almost impossible to grasp or catch even the littlest of them. He saw all of it in her eyes and smiled softly at her struggles. Until she gave up.

“I love you so much it hurts.”

Even while blurting her heart out, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Cassian’s own started to sting as he blinked once, twice, feeling the strings in his chest pushing and pulling, vibrating like the chords of a harp playing a melody that was just theirs.

“Let me kiss your pain away.”

#dee writes #nessian #nesta x cassian #nesta archeron #cassian #nessian fic

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hanazuma-inactive · 3 years

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Hello! This is kind of a long request and well- Hopefully you’re fine with doing temporary Body Swap. :>

So basically Bakugou and his Male S/O are pro heroes and when out on a mission, they both get hit by a villain who has a swap quirk. Basically, they just swapped bodies. (Y/n is in Bakugou’s body and Bakugou is in Y/n’s body, they basically just switched minds.) They are told by the other pro heroes that the two should go home and take the day off. Unfortunately, nobody knows how long the quirk effect will stay, but they were convinced it was only temporary. So the two go back to their shared apartment and the day goes on pretty normal- besides the fact that, you know, they’ve swapped bodies. Though later Y/n gets a bit of an idea. What if he were to f*ck Bakugou in this body? The thought seemed kinda strange at first since he would literally be f*cking his own body, but he couldn’t deny that the thought was turning him on. Especially wanting to see Bakugou’s reaction. So, he basically handcuffs Bakugou to prevent him from struggling and.. while in the middle of doing it, something happens.. Shit! Why did it have to happen now?? Y/n panics in his head as he realizes they just swapped bodies again, and he is now at the mercy of Bakugou Katsuki himself..

I actually sent a request kinda similar to this to someone else but it was a while ago and they haven’t responded so they may not have liked it, or it just didn’t arrive. And sorry for choosing Bakugou again, you just may be able to figure out who my favorite character is.. Sorry for my rambling.

If you don’t wanna do it, that’s fine. Anyways, have a good day/night, man!

in his shoes (nsfw) bakugou x reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: body swapping during sex, bottom and top reader+bakugou, selfcest (?), degrading, bratty behavior, claimming and possesive themes, bondage (handcuffs)

a/n: i really like this concept and i will write it don't worry 😎👍 i usually write all of my requests anyways. im also sorry this took literally 5 years.

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katsuki bakugou and y/n bakugou. the two of you have been married for 2 years now after you guys started working as heroes. you both went to UA and graduated at the top of the class. neither of you had time for love or romance resulting in neither of you confessing you feelings for each other. gladly, things managed to work out in the end.

"he's on it again, i need the bakugous here right now."

hearing the police force requesting your assistance, you and your husband show up on the case. it turned out to be the villain that the two of you couldn't capture the last time during patrol.

"HEH?! look y/n, it's this motherfucker again. what's up with this loser, coming back every time it's annoying."

"play nice now katsuki, let's just go and restrain him and let the police take care of the rest."

the two of you move quickly to match the villain's rapid movements. katsuki flew around using his quirk to attempt to catch him but failed. the villain was surprisingly agile and you guys had a tough time trying to chase him down.

after around half an hour of chasing you finally cornered the villain on top of a tall building in the middle of the city that was still in construction. the ground was hard to walk on and somewhat unstable but you managed to find your balance.

"alright, give it up, you've got nowhere to run now.

"what he said, stop resisting and i won't blow your face off."

the villain's expression turned to fear as you started to close up on him. out of panic, he used his quirk. it was a small beam that didn't hurt at all. however, after a few seconds your body started to heat up, you looked over to katsuki and you could tell he was feeling the same. what was happening?

seeing the two of you struggling, the villain quickly left the scene but he had trouble moving around due to his surroundings. his movements were also somewhat impaired due to fatigue. it was most likely the aftereffect of his quirk which was why he was pretty reluctant in using it.

the strange feeling in your chest wouldn't go away and your vision started to blur. next thing you know you woke up on top of the same building to see yourself lying next to you. was his quirk duplication? no it couldn't have been. you tried to stand up but felt the weight of some heavy armor dragging you down. you look down to see yourself wearing katsuki's hero costume and his gauntlet. still in awe, you heard a groan in your own voice next to you.

"shit… wtf happened, y/n where are you where-"

it didn't take long for your husband to find out what happened.

the two of you have switched bodies.

you both tried to explain to the police who's who but it only ended in confusion. you went home with your husband after they put the two of you on break for "damaged mental" from the villain because the majority of the police thought you guys were crazy.

there weren't any cases similar to body switching between heros before so the doctor said there's nothing that can be done other than attempting to wait off the effect. so there you were, in your husband's body, cooking dinner for the man while you saw your own body lazily sitting on the couch with your legs spread open watching the tv.

life went as normal for the next two days, since you two were both males there weren't any problems whatsoever. however, one day a thought flew into your mind while taking a nap with katsuki. since he was the one who would usually top, now that you're in his body wouldn't it technically mean you get to top?

physically you would be using your boyfriend's body to fuck yourself. but the thought of the all mighty bakugou katsuki taking his own dick, his bratty attitude, and lastly breaking him and making him fall apart by your touch aroused you in an indescribable way. you knew katsuki wouldn't agree to this due to his prideful personality so you had to take other measures to carry out your plan.

you and kastuki had all sorts of toys laying around and you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine with them. while he wasn't looking you grabbed the vibrator, handcuffs, and blindfolds and put them all on the nightstand. now that everything is in place, all you have to do is wait to catch katsuki off guard tonight when he gets tired.

later tonight, after finishing dinner, katsuki was yet again sitting casually again on the couch watching tv, not giving a single care to the world.

"heyy katsuki!"

"hm? yah?"

"come with me for a second? i want to show you something!" you said with a sly grin on your face

katsuki didn't care enough to talk back, neither did he think this could lead to the ill intentions you had with him tonight. following you into the bedroom, you gestured katsuki to sit down on the bed. he obeyed although he began to have a suspicion of what you're about to do. using your new body, you abused katsuki's strong muscle and speed to restrain your own body with the handcuffs you prepare. there was no way for katuski to fight back in this situation because your body was simply not built enough to resist his.

"h-huh? what are you doing dumbass…if you're joking s-stop it now, it's not funny."

"oh i am very serious katsuki, now that i'm inside your body. i am going to fuck your brains out. i'm gonna thrust that bratty attitude of yours right out the window."

hearing you say that, your husband looked away to avert his eyes while you heard a small gulp coming from his throat. you could tell he was nervous and that's exactly what you wanted. katsuki has never bottomed in his life before and he does plan on doing so either.

finally having katsuki in your grasp, you decided to carry on with your plan. you put on the blindfold for him as he jolted in surprise. katsuki tried to get out of the handcuffs but later found his attempt futile. these were the toys he used for you too and he out of everyone should know it's impossible to get out of them. once your husband stopped moving you gentlt took off his pants, leaving him exposed wearing only your boxers with an erection under it.

"aww katsuki~ already hard and i haven't even done anything yet, maybe you're better off being the bottom hm?" you teased

"s-shut up you shit head, just get on with it, whatever evil plan you have in store for tonight…"

"no need to rush katsuki" you said as you entered his asshole with 2 of your fingers, loosening him up for the vibrator.

"we have the entire night."

you heard your own voice whimper as you explored more with your fingers. soon enough it was time to put the other toy in. your fingers left for a bit preparing the vibrator, leaving bakugou panting from the pleasure and clenching his hole around well, nothing. you turned on the vibrator and katsuki immediately noticed the familiar sound of what's in your hands.

"o-oi y/n, don't put it in here, i-i won't be able to take it."

"oh i'm sure you can~ you made me do it plenty of times, why can't the big and strong bakugou katsuki do it?"

without mercy, you put in the vibrator quickly and let the show play out. katsuki was moaning and groaning while you stroked your own cock enjoying the view. katuski's cock was bigger than yours and you weren't used to jacking off such a big dick but it was a nice first.

seeing a wet spot forming on katsuki's underwear, you knew he was ready to go. you took off katsuki's underwear to see the precum leaking from it, so much it looked like he was about to cum any second now. next, you took out the vibrator and started to spread some lube on your cock. you positioned yourself on top of the katsuki and teased his pink hole with your huge cock.

"what do good boys say katsuki~?"

"tch! i'm not saying it, y-you sadistic fuck."

you slapped katsuki's ass so loud that the neighbors probably could've heard you.

"i'm the one in control right now, you listen to what i say, understood?"

"f-fine, jesus christ! p-please y/n, put it inside me…"

"that's a good boy…"

after you fit ¾ of your cock in katsuki was already panting heavily trying to catch his breath. it reached his prostate you leaned down on his chest to bite on his nipples to make him feel even better. his hole clenched on your hole so tight you were barely able to move your cock around. you continued to make thrusts and sped them up each time.

during your thrusts you suddenly felt the weird feeling when fighting the villain again. both you and bakugou's body started to burn up but it wasn't as painful as it was last time. next thing you know everything was pitch black. you felt a piece of black cloth on top of your eyes and a familiar size inside your ass. it didn't take you long to realize that you and bakugou finally switched back.

you were glad to be back in your own body but why did it have to happen now?! out of all the times it could've happened this was no doubt the worst possible timing. you just teased the crap out of bakugou and now that he's in control again he can take his revenge right here, right now.

"oh? would you look at that…our bodies switched back…" you couldn't see katsuki say this but you could already tell the evil smile on his face.

"k-katsuki i'm sorry, i didn't mean to tease you that hard i was just trying to have some fun y-y'know." you desperately tried to explain.

"too late now baby boy… bad boys get punished for what they did. now… get ready, for the night of your fucking life."

regret, nothing but regret. bakugou was already an aggressive person when it comes to sex, now that you pissed him off even more you weren't prepared for what he was about to do to you.

without warning, katsuki pulled back his hips and thrusted into you harder than ever. you took his entire length right away and the full feeling in your ass was too overwhelming for you to handle. you started to blabber nonsense, unable to form words due to the pleasure.

"c'mon baby… gotta speak up if you want me to understand you." bakugou said knowing damn well you can't talk back.

incoherent moans and groans escaped from your mouth as you felt dry orgasms again and again from katsuki reaching your prostate. you were on the verge of passing out till you saw your husband's panting just as hard as you. you could tell he was very close as well. you tried your best to stay conscious and cum with your husbands.

katsuki let out a loud moan as he cummed inside you. you reached your orgasm too cumming all over yourself. katsuki licked up the cum on your stomach as you slipped into sweet unconsciousness. he gave you a warm smile and patted your head as he took you into his arms and fell asleep with you.

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awkward-and-indecisive · 3 years

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The Lazy Chose Me

Gif by @crowleysfavouritedemon

Summary - Y/n wants to have a lazy day but her boyfriend, Dean, wants to take her on an impromptu date. Will she have a good time at the date or will the date, the green eyed hunter organised, be a total wreck?

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Female!reader

Warnings - FLUFF!!! A little language, crack, lots of kissing a certain green eyed man, Dean being the best boyfriend ever, Dean being an adorable dork. Reader’s thoughts are italicised. If I’m forgetting anything please let me know!

Word Count - 4224

A/N - This randomly came to me at four in the morning. Also, I love Stitch with everything in me. 🥺😩

This is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine.

Please tell me what you think about it.

FEEDBACK IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!!

Happy Reading :)

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You were having the laziest day of your life. Sitting on your side of the bed in a hoodie and sweatpants, you were stuffing your face with popcorn while watching reruns of your favourite show. With no hunts for the day, you were having a lazy day after months and you were enjoying it way too much. Crumbs of the snacks you’ve had earlier were scattered on the bed, decorating the sheets like confetti. Little pieces of popcorn were falling everywhere but you didn’t care. And you didn’t care that you didn’t care. You were loving the fact that you had nothing to do all day but lie in bed and eat junk and be lazy and messy and ugly and dirty. You were basically a zombie for the day.

Ah! This is what dreams are made of. You thought to yourself, sighing after another episode ended. You stretched your body, a few of your joints popping due to not getting any movement for so long, and hummed happily to yourself. You pressed play on the remote, the next episode playing, and changed your position on the bed. Lying on your side, you brought up your knees to your chest, one of your hands supporting your head, and kept the popcorn bowl within arm’s reach.

You had only continued your munching for a few minutes when your green eyed sex god of a boyfriend entered the room, excitement making his huge frame shake. He stopped at the foot of the bed, bouncing on the balls of his feet and you got a little annoyed at how energetic he was being. Your eyes were still glued to the screen, hand going in the direction of the bowl, blindly picking some popcorn and gorging yourself with it.

Dean moved in front of the tv and switched it off. You let out a ‘hey!’ in protest and he came to sit beside you. You scowled at him for interrupting your plan of being a zombie all day and he kept a hand on your hip, a cheeky smile playing on his lips which told you that he was up to something.

“Get ready, sweetheart. We’re going on an impromptu date.” He said with eagerness, clapping his hands together, and you still kept scowling at him. He seemed to have figured out what was swirling around in your head and started shaking you lightly.

“Come on, Y/N! It’s been so long since we had a date night and I have the perfect thing in mind.” He whined, making puppy dog eyes. You almost gave in right there but the lazy part of you stopped you from saying yes.

“But whyyy?! I don’t want to get ready or dress up or do my hair or look pretty or take a shower. I want to spend all day in bed doing absolutely nothing.” You whined back.

“Y/n, come on! You can be lazy all you want tomorrow. And look at all this mess and you haven’t even showered?!” Your boyfriend exclaimed. You just shrugged in return. So what if I didn’t shower today? It wasn’t like I smelled. Or did I?

You shook your head to get those thoughts out of your head and pulled the covers over your head, trying to hide under them and not let Dean force you to get out of bed. He tried to snatch the covers from you, going to stand at the foot of the bed again, but you had a deathgrip on them. Of course you were no match to him when it came to strength and he managed to steal them from you, throwing them on the small chair in the room. You groaned and folded your body more, tightly wrapping your arms around your knees and burying your head in the space between your knees and chest.

Dean grabbed a hold of your ankle and easily pulled you to the end of the bed and you screamed in protest, grabbing whatever you could to hold on. To anyone else the scene would surely look extremely comical, you clutching the sheets like your life depended on it and Dean dragging you towards the end of the bed. You knew you were being childish and throwing a tantrum like a kid whose mother refused to give in to their unnecessary demand they made in a public place right now but you didn't want to leave your bed. You were so comfortable and happy spending the day there and your boyfriend was bursting your peaceful bubble of lethargy.

“Why. Are. You. So. Damn. Lazy?!” Dean huffed exasperatedly, pulling you more and more towards the edge with each word.

You finally gave up on your plan, knowing you were no match for your stupid boyfriend’s stupid strength. You swiped the strands of hair that stuck on your face from all the scuffle in annoyance, when you stood up on your feet, and looked him in the eyes.

“I didn’t choose the lazy Dean. The. Lazy. Chose. Me.” You huffed with every step you took to leave the room and go to the bathroom to get ready for your impromptu date.

Dean chuckled and shook his head at your antics, taking a pair of your jeans, your undergarments and a jumper out of the drawer to give to you since you didn’t take any with you. He dropped the clothes on the bench of the bathroom, shouting ‘don’t take too long and get ready in 45 minutes’, and came back to change his clothes too.

Rolling your eyes for the millionth time in the last hour, you dragged your boot clad feet to the bunker’s garage. You would have been spending the whole day in sweats and a hoodie and here you were now, wearing jeans and a bra. Oh how cruel life is to break my dreams like that! You internally groaned.

You found Dean humming a tune to himself while leaning against his precious Impala, legs crossed at the ankles and arms folded. His head perked up when the sound of your footsteps reached his ears and he immediately opened the passenger side door for you. You grumpily took a seat and Dean, still acting all gentlemanly, closed the door and rounded the car to take a seat in the driver’s side.

He jammed the key into the ignition and turned it, driving out of the garage. The green eyed man turned on some soft rock tunes, his fingers drumming to their tune. His whole demeanor was annoying you, testing your limits. How was he so happy after literally dragging me off the bed and stopping me from being the sack of potatoes I so desperately wanted to be all day?

“Why couldn’t we have a lazy date night in the Cave?” You asked, turning your body towards him.

“Because I can’t remember the last time we went out on a nice date and what I have planned is gonna be so much better than a lazy date night in the Cave.” He replied with confidence.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” You grumbled, folding your arms.

“At least tell me where we’re going!” You whined after a few minutes had passed, stomping your foot like a child. You were really in a mood today.

“Then it won’t be a surprise.” Dean said, like it was obvious. You faced him and gave him your best puppy dog eyes, jutting out your lower lip to make the pout he could never say no to. He gave you a glance and then chuckled, “Nice try, sweetheart. But my hands are tied.”- he raised his hands in defeat and shrugged, -“I’m sorry but no can do.”

You let out a groan of frustration and decided to give up on prying information from him and just wait to see what this great plan of his was.

After a little over an hour of driving, Dean put Baby in park and you could see a tent with some lights and stuff. It was a carnival.

He brought you to a freaking carnival?!

“A carnival.” You said, judgement dripping from your voice.

“What? It’ll be fun!” He shrugged, a huge smile plastered on his face.

“I swear to god Dean if i don’t have any fun-”

“If you don’t have a good time then I’ll do whatever you want for a month.” He rambled out before you could complete your threat.

“Whatever?” You asked him, wanting to know if he was sure what he was signing himself up for. He nodded in reply and you thought about the little deal he was presenting you.

“Make it two and you have yourself a deal.” You countered, giving him a huge fake smile and putting your hand forward so you could shake on it.

“Deal!” Dean said and instead of shaking your hand, he crashed his lips on yours, kissing you like he hadn’t for years. He parted from you and you weren’t sure if you were out of breath because of the kiss or because of how good he kissed you. “That’s the way to properly seal a deal, sweetheart.” He winked and got out of the car, leaving you breathless and in a daze in the car.

You shook your head to get your brain back to working and got out of the car. You rounded and saw Dean holding his hand out for you. You couldn’t help the genuine smile and warmth that graced your cheeks. You hated how a tiny gesture from him made your heart do somersaults like a teenage girl even after all these years of knowing and dating him. Intertwining your fingers with his, you started walking towards the entry to go inside.

You were mesmerised by the hundreds of lights that were acting as a roof over your heads, looking like a galaxy of stars, as soon as you stepped foot into the carnival. You uttered a ‘Whoa!’ and could already see the smug smile forming on your boyfriend’s face. He gave you a ‘Hate to say I told you so’ look which you just ignored, pulling him towards the first stall your eyes fell on.

Dean suggested that you two eat a little before indulging in any activities and you quickly agreed since you didn’t have anything to eat all day other than those few snacks. You both opted for a hotdog and quickly finished it, feeling the hunger once the food was in your hands. The both of you roamed a little around the fair, watching everything that was on display.

The various games that were hard for normal people but to you both were as easy as pie and all the different prizes they had. A particular prize caught your eye and you memorised the stall number to visit later. The numerous contrasting foods and their delicious aromas wrapped around you like a blanket as you passed their respective stalls.

You saw a stall with flavoured lemonade and urged Dean to try some. You continued exploring while drinking the flavours of your choice. You reached the end of the ground, where the carnival was set, where a huge Ferris wheel waited for you and Dean.

You could only imagine the view you would get from the top. You tugged at your boyfriend’s jacket sleeve, stopping at the queue for the giant ride. You quickly emptied your plastic cups and threw them in the trash. You couldn’t help but notice Dean being a little nervous about the ride and found it so adorable. Dean Winchester, the best hunter in the world, was scared of a Ferris wheel.

It wasn’t long till it was your chance to sit in one of the carts. The crew guy locked the bar over your laps, securing you in. You heard Dean start humming Metallica, which you knew he did to calm himself down, as the ride started to take you up. You took his hand in yours, your thumb caressing the back of his hand. His grip on your hand tightened and you squeezed it back in reassurance, resting your head on his shoulder. You knew he was a little scared but couldn’t help and find the whole situation utterly adorable and amusing.

The wheel stopped when you were halfway to the top and you looked down to see that a couple was getting off a cart and another taking their place. You looked back at Dean, sitting next to you, and he had a funny expression on his face.

“Hey! You okay?” You asked, your brows furrowing.

He scanned his surroundings for a few seconds and then gulped, looking at you. You raised your eyebrows in question and he opened his mouth but no words came out.

“I uh...I think I’m gonna throw up.” He stuttered.

“You WHAT?!” You said, voice getting louder with shock while you let go of his hand and put as much distance as you could between the two of you. Your turn had just started and you were approximately 50 feet above ground and you had nowhere to go. Your thoughts started spiralling and you quickly rambled out, “I swear to god Dean if you throw up here I’ll kill you. Don’t even think about throwing up. Swallow it down if you have to. Don’t you dare throw up.”

“I can’t just not throw up Y/n!” He screeched.

“I don’t care!!” You said, shaking your head from side to side.

You both stared at each other in disbelief for a minute when Dean started laughing hysterically, his whole body shaking the cart. Your eyes widened when realisation hit you. He was messing with you. He wasn’t nauseous. Ugh! You hated him so much. The ride started again, taking you both up and he was still laughing.

“Asshole!” You said, smacking his arm and the cart shook a little bit.

“Whoa Y/n! I might fall!” Dean shrieked and you grumbled ‘Good!’ in reply.

You crossed your arms, rolling your eyes and looking away from him. It wasn’t long until you reached the top and as soon as you took in the view, your annoyance vaporized into thin air. You could see the whole town from up here, hundreds of lights twinkling in the distance, the cold wind blowing through your hair. It all looked so heavenly stunning.

“This is so beautiful!” You whispered in awe.

“Yeah it is.” Dean agreed with you and when you looked at him, he was looking at you. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

You rolled your eyes while a blush crept up on your cheeks making your face warm even in the cold breeze. A smug expression made its way on Dean’s face and he wiggled his brow at you, thinking of how easy it was to win you over. But before he could make a smartass comment, you crashed your lips onto his, shutting him up. He didn’t seem to mind, bringing his hand up to your cheek, his thumb caressing it, while the other one still held onto the metal bar which was your only safety.

You made out like horny teenagers the whole ride, giggling when your noses collided. You both got out of the small cart, hands entwining and began to make your way back. You were walking quietly, taking in your surroundings when out of nowhere a guy ran past you, drenching you with the milkshake he had in his hand. You gasped at the contact of the cold liquid with your body, which quickly started seeping into your clothes and making you shiver.

“Son of a bitch!” Dean cursed looking at you, anger filling him straight away and then his green eyes gazed behind you to catch sight of that guy.

“Let it go, Dean. I need to change before I get sick.” You said, tugging at his hand.

“Okay okay. I think I saw a souvenir shop a little ahead. Let’s get you some clean clothes from there.” He said, his anger disappearing and worry taking its place.

You nodded and let him guide you to the shop, hoping they had some clothes you could wear. As much as you disliked coming here at first, you were having a good time and didn’t wanna go back home so soon.

You went into the shop, thanking everyone in this world when you found some clothes at the back. You quickly took off their tag and handed them to Dean so he could pay for them while you changed in the fitting room. You quickly got out of your milkshake soaked clothes and put them in a plastic bag. You left the fitting room, your eyes meeting with those gorgeous green ones and he chuckled, shaking his head and looking down.

“What?” You asked, feeling a little conscious.

“Nothing. I’m just not that surprised at your choice of clothing.” He said with amusement, waving his hand up and down towards your body.

You glanced down at yourself and realised that you were wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. You were back in your lazy clothes and chuckled too. You looked at Dean and shrugged while smirking, “What can I say? The lazy chose me.”

He grinned at you, pulling you in for a kiss. The kiss was all sweet and loving. He parted when the need for air became too much and rested his forehead on yours, whispering on your lips, “I’m starting to think it did.”

You pecked his lips one more time before taking his hand to exit the shop. You both roamed around a bit more, going on some rides and eating some food. You lost a bet to Dean, getting dizzy before him on Chair-O-Planes, resulting in him making fun of you before you kissed him to shut him up while he lost a bet to you, getting scared in the fun house once while you didn’t. You made fun of him before he applied your method of shutting him up, kissing you. You both tried a hybrid of a cake and a pie which was so fucking delicious that it left you two moaning with each bite and you instantly got a whole one packed to take home. Dean kept convincing you to call it Pieke which you kept ignoring. You also tried something called a ‘pizza cone’, it looked like a normal ice cream cone but instead of the ice cream, it had cheese and pizza sauce and the cone was made out of dough. It was easily the best kind of pizza you’ve ever had and got a few of them packed for everyone back at home.

It was safe to say that both of your stomachs were full with finger-licking food and your hearts with irreplaceable memories from tonight. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this carefree and had so much fun. You hated to admit it, but Dean was right and you were definitely not going to say that out loud and give him one more chance of being all cocky and boastful.

Both of you were lazily strolling with one of your hands carrying the bags with the food and the other interlaced with each others’. You could see the opening from where you had entered, meaning you had done everything there was to do.

“You ready to go home, sweetheart?” Dean asked, his head tilting to you while his eyes darted towards the entry/exit point.

You hummed while nodding, Dean pecking your forehead and beginning to walk again. You had just stepped out of the carnival when your brain reminded you of that stall number you had thought of visiting before and you quickly shrieked, “WAIT!!”

He stopped in his tracks, turning to you with his brows raised, “What?”

“Uh, I remembered something I have to do.” You gave him a vague reply, not looking him in the eye.

“Okay, let’s go do it then.” He said, turning to walk back inside.

“NO!! No no.” You yelped, pushing on his shoulders to turn him back. He gave you a perplexed look and you awkwardly said, “You don’t have to come. Plus I kinda gotta do it alone.”

“Okaaay..” Dean said, unsure.

“Alright! So I'll meet you at the car in 20.” You hastily rambled out, pecking his lips and made your way back to the stall you had earlier seen in the night, leaving a dumbfounded Dean behind.

You were walking back to the car, a giant rainbow slinky in your hands, which were behind your back, to hide the toy from him. You saw how heartbroken he was, when the one Sam had gotten him on a case, got broken. You just wanted to see his whole face light up and give you that huge smile that lit up your world. You had seen the slinky displayed as a prize on the Ring Toss game and had won it for your boyfriend easily, your hunter skills coming handy.

You saw Dean leaning against the Impala, a mischievous look on his face, something blue and huge peeking out from where he was hiding it behind him. You squinted your eyes to figure out what he was hiding but failed to make anything out.

“What you got there, Y/n?” Dean questioned, nodding to your hands, amusement painted all over his face.

“I could ask the same.” You smirked, raising one of your eyebrows.

“Well as they say, ‘Ladies first’” He winked and you chuckled.

“You’re gonna need your hands for this one and they’re a little busy as far as I can tell.” You said, wiggling your brows at him.

Realisation hit him and you chuckled at his puzzled expression at what to do with whatever was in his hands. He told you to close your eyes and not open them until he shoved the thing he had in his hands in Baby through the window. He gave you the green light to open his eyes. You gave out a count of three out loud and then brought the slinky in front of you. Dean gasped, his whole face lighting up with a million megawatt smile, just like you had imagined, lighting up your whole world in the process.

“No! Oh, you’re the best girlfriend EVER!!! I LOVE YOU AND YOU’RE SO FREAKING AWESOME!!!” Dean blurted out, voice raising with each word, probably on cloud nine right now. Your face heated up at his words but you just dismissed them, mumbling ‘yeah yeah’ while looking down at your feet.

“Okay time for your surprise!”- He said, remembering what he had stuffed in the window earlier, -“Close your eyes.”- he insisted, turning around to get it out of the car while you shut your eyes, -”And no cheating!” You chuckled at his childish behaviour, loving it all the same.

“You need some help with that?” You teased him, after a few minutes passed and you heard him struggling to get it out of the car. He grunted an ‘almost done’ making you chuckle again.

“Alright, open up, sweetheart.” He said.

“YOU DID NOT!!” You gasped as you saw what he was holding in his hands, happy tears making your eyes blurry, reminding you of your childhood.

You instantly took the giant, almost as big as you, Stitch stuffed plush from his arms, squeezing it tightly against yourself. You couldn’t believe he got that for you. That little alien meant the world to you.

“I saw it at a shooting game after you left and I just couldn’t not get it for you. I know how much you love the movie and this weird guy. And also this is compensation if you didn’t have a good time tonight.” He told you and you looked up at him.

“Dean I...this...YOU are the best boyfriend in this universe and all the others. You don’t know how much this means to me...I...I love you.” You stuttered, words not coming to you as your feelings overwhelmed you, your voice getting smaller at the end.

He stepped forward, crashing his lips on yours, kissing you passionately while his large hands cupped your face. You kissed him back with the same passion, pouring all the feelings you felt into it, immense love for a certain green eyed man being the biggest. You parted when the need for oxygen became too much and rested your forehead on his.

“You should find yourself a new bed to sleep in because I just found a new cuddle buddy I won’t be letting go of any time soon.” You teased him, a smile playing on your lips.

“Pfft yeah right.” Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, sorry Stitch, unfortunately I kinda love him the most.” You said with mock sadness in your tone.

“Unfortunately my ass!” He grumbled and you laughed at that.

“I love you. So so much.” You said, pecking his lips.

“I know. Now get your cute butt in the car. It’s getting late and we gotta go home.” He said, lightly smacking your ass as you rounded the car to take a seat.

“Plus, I gotta show you just how much I love you for getting me that slinky.” He winked, suggestively, getting into the car.

“Oh I can’t wait.” You winked back.

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