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bunji-enthusiast · 2 months

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Slides you a paper, simple lil request

Reader is talking to Dogday and not watching where their going, they nearly fall off a ledge but Dogday, catching them, decides they don't need to walk and will thus be carried.

Ps. Lil Dogday with legs idea ^^

Note || combining these two requests cause I can.

Sypnosis || your companion seemed to be very strong, carrying you in spite of your protests.

DogDay –

Being as it is, you were hurt. Badly enough as it is, he was beginning to get worried. On the off hand, you had done so much for him already, giving back his legs so he could walk and even freeing him way before that. Your body seemed to be sorely injured, yet you always pushed on. You always liked helping people and toys alike where you can, so as long as they were sane and not conceivable in the far off ends of pure insanity after being in the factory for so long.

DogDay was, in a way, very impressed with how you managed to get so far. But now, he simply wasn’t having it.

“I swear, ‘Go back to bed, you’ll feel better in the morning’ haha–” You wanted to continue, being so enthralled with talking to DogDay who was tentatively listening to you as you two had made your roundabouts yet other things had occurred. With a yelp escaping you, you slipped and fell.

“AH!” You closed your eyes, seeing you tripped off of a ledge. Suddenly, you realize that someone had caught you. DogDay, he held you close to his chest, as if he was fearing you would get hurt again. “Angel, you should take a break from walking for a while… ok?” DogDay had tilted his head slightly at you, as if he wanted to be sure you had heard what he said.

You nodded, a little caught off guard by this sudden change in his outward personality. As if he was taking on the role of a protective familiar member, it gave you a sense of nostalgia. You sighed as your head laid against his chest, noticing the fact one arm of his was cradling your legs, the other holding your back.

“Ah fine…”

CatNap –

The crash was terrible, leaving you on the tracks numb and in pain. You didn’t understand what was happening, only blacking out and leaving the realm of the conscious for a period of time (though seemingly it felt very long). Your dreams felt terrible, running away and trying to scrape by at every possible moment. Though it was relief enough when you realized you were just asleep, though one thing had remained strange however.

Were you… being carried by someone, you didn’t get a good look at the said body. You blinked your eyes, trying to tide away the blurriness ebbing at your peripherals. You cry out when you finally make the connection, CatNap, the one you had seen before all those years ago before being recalled was carrying you.

Like a kitten being carried by the scruff apparently? You couldn’t get a good look.

‘Gods… it hurts.’ you thought to yourself, knowing full well wherever that CatNap was carrying you was not going to be a good or even convenient location in any case. You were slightly panicked, but more put off by how heavily you could hear CatNap breathing. “You really need to work out..” You pause for a moment, feeling the pain sharp in your skin like thousands of thousands of needles rubbing straight in. “More often.” At this, CatNap paused, causing you to think he was probably surprised at your choice of words. Oh, the look on his face was one you most wished to see right now.

Though he had finally resumed, continuing to walk despite the fact he had just paused for a good minute or so.

You wonder if he was truly well intentioned at the very moment.

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yandere-sins · 11 months

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can you do a male siren with a reader who loves the ocean and spends as much time as she’s able to there? maybe she’s at the beach for a week long vacation and manages to catch his eye and then she mentions in passing that she’s sad to leave the beach and go back to work and it makes him upset so he just takes her?

oh, and if it’s not too much, could you make the siren a softer, more worshippy/delusional yandere?

Thank you for requesting! Enjoy! ^-^

Warning: Yandere, Sexual Content, Mermaids/Siren, Mentioning of sharp teeth/claws

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Your time with him was magical.

Not a surprise, considering he was a creature straight out of a fairy tale, and you were the human he chose to spend his time with, making it a fantasy romance. Everything felt unreal when you were with him, but you preferred to call it magical.

In the deep violet of his eyes swirled waves of adoration, unfiltered and untainted by doubts or worries. Time was of no concern to him, and he spent his days as he pleased with no responsibilities nagging or occupying him. There was no societal norm he had to conform to, nothing but his own self-preservation to care for. If he was hungry, he hunted. If he wanted to lounge in the sun, he'd find a nice ledge. And if he wanted to play, he found an activity he enjoyed.

He was different. And as much as you wished you were too, you'd never be like him.

Frankly, because you couldn't live most of your life underwater. Next to him, you felt like you could barely swim even though you spent all your childhood by the ocean. It's why the sight of such a strange creature only mildly concerned you, intriguing you even more. Coming home after living in the city for way too long, you felt like this encounter might have been destiny. As if to remind you where you truly belonged—by the ocean.

But your responsibilities were already clawing at your back, whispering in your ear that tomorrow, you'd be gone and forget about this strange but positive encounter. Tomorrow, you'd return to the dull life of your 9-5, yearning for the ocean you couldn't afford to live closer to. Reaching out your hand, you intended to push some strands of hair that had fallen into your unusual friend's face behind his pointed ears, but he caught it before you could smooth the strands back, nuzzling his face into your palm. It wouldn't fit even if he tried to put all of him in this little palm of yours, offering himself on a silver plate (or, well, your hand). He'd been a creature of no words, but the grandness of gestures came to him easily.

He had no reservations about rubbing his face against you, purring as he pushed it into the crook of your neck, listening to your heartbeat before putting his head in your lap when you let your feet dangle over the edge of the stone you sat on. When you two went out for a dive before, he'd swim up beneath you, lifting you back to the surface and letting you rest on his chest as you two floated through the water, his arms embracing you so you wouldn't slip off. And the night you spent camping out... it had been unforgettable. You couldn't forget the fervent kisses pecked all over your body, burned forever in your mind. The way he held you as he made love to you like no one ever would. His hands enveloped you, explored, and his tongue followed, making you feel as if his desire for you swallowed you whole, pushing you to unknown heights before he pulled you into the cool waters with him, his body warmed for once by yours as he held you, floated with you until you fell asleep in the warm summer night.

It was like the ocean itself loved you, and you trusted him.

A bit too much, even.

You had no way of knowing his intentions. Of understanding what was truly going on behind his violet eyes. Did he even understand you at all? You had been pouring your heart out to him for days, spilling all your secrets, desires, and fears. This week passed you by in the blink of an eye as you spent way more time out here with him than with your family at home. Even if he didn't understand a word you'd been saying, you already knew you'd miss him and the ways he could comfort you without so much of knowing what was going on.

"I'll leave tomorrow," you muttered softly, his closed eyes shooting open at the sound of your voice. His gaze was monopolizing, drawing you in, unable to look away. These violet eyes would haunt you in your dreams and nightmares, that much you knew. Living with him was impossible. Living without him just as much.

Letting out a small chirp, you put on a smile for him, knowing that latest when you wouldn't return here, to the hidden ledge you found, he'd come to understand. You had to be strong for both of you. Show him that it was okay. That you'd be okay. If he cared for you, it would help him let you go. Your life wasn't all bad, but it were times like these when you dreaded having taken a job so far away from home. One where you'd earn money to support yourself and your family but be lonely all the same with no friends or lovers or strange creatures that embodied more of both of them than anyone had ever before to keep you company.

But he was smarter than that. He could see right through you and read your emotions like a book. You wondered briefly how he learned to be so perceptive of humans. Still, when he pushed himself out of the water, his face just inches from you, you closed your eyes, banishing all these thoughts in favor of his kiss. It was crazy to think how scared you had been of his sharp teeth when his lips were so soft and plush, gently pressing against yours before allowing his tongue to dip out. He tested the waters, nudging your lips as he asked for entrance quietly, and you let him in for a taste that left you breathless.

You wondered what you tasted like for him because all that flooded your senses was sweet and alluring, his saliva not one bit salty or fishy as one might expect. When he allowed you to take a deep breath, your whole body relaxed, his arms supporting you as he laid you down on the stone, his lips wandering from yours down your throat, tongue lapping at your skin around your shoulder, kisses being planted on your collarbones.

Was it wrong to indulge? You wondered, tensing up briefly before feeling his hands slip beneath your shirt. They were still cold to the touch, but soon, as he pushed them higher to your breasts, they warmed up. After the night you shared, you knew you didn't need to wear clothes. Nudity was not something he cared for unless you two were getting frisky, and he welcomed it then. Still, he let out an approving chortle, the sound vibrating from his mouth against your skin as he found you bare beneath your shirt, not bothering to wear a swimsuit as if you had anticipated this. Maybe you had. Hoped, at least, so there would be one more memory of him to take back with you.

His touch was gentle. Kind. But the friction of his different skin texture and the webs between his fingers made you arch your back just as much. You could already feel the sticky wetness between your legs that had emerged right after the intense kiss, clearly discernable from the water that dripped from his body. The scales on his tail rubbed deliciously against your inner thighs and pussy, and you wrapped your legs around him, seducing him to move even more.

You helped him get you out of your shirt, his sharp teeth coming dangerously close to your nips as he breathed against them. These thrills of dangers seemed to only arouse you more, your nipples hard against his prodding fingers, the claws on the tips of his hands pressing moan-enticingly against your tits, dragging over your skin with careful, deliberate confidence that he wouldn't break it.

Leaving a trail of kisses down your body, you were nearly about to climax just from that. But stubborn as you were, you didn't want it to end yet. You wanted this moment to go on forever and ever, if possible, so you drew out your own pleasure even though you were gasping and trembling. Slipping below, you felt your merman's hands grip the pitiful shorts you wore, pulling them down with him. You didn't care if he discarded them or put them to the side in that moment; the shame of having to go home butt-naked was something that didn't cross your mind.

All you could think of was his hands on your legs, spreading them wide open to fit his head and body as he plunged forward. There were a few tender kisses to be left on your inner thighs, the thrill of his teeth grazing over your skin before he directed his attention towards the main attractions. You couldn't help but sink your hands into his soft, slick hair as he pushed his whole face against your cunt, your legs wrapping around his head as you felt the deep inhale he took, making his back rise and fall. He did it three times, reveling in your smell as if you were a body of water he wanted to drown in. Then, his tongue couldn't hold back.

Had you not been so busy with your own pleasure exploding all over his eager muscle, you would have been able to watch the mesmerizing show of jittery fins erecting and splashing in the water. Gills that opened to the fullest as your taste spread in his mouth, his eyelids that fluttered in awe. All you did perceive was the guttural groan vibrating against your cunt, shaking all throughout you from the tip of his tongue slipped inside. It was the one thing that reminded you of his otherworldliness, his voice making your body quiver as you became a puddle in his hands.

You came undone with no time to warn, only a gasp and moan, fingernails scratching over his scalp while he held your legs tightly closed around him, the sounds of slurping and satisfied chortles coming from your core. Every sound he made was like a punch to your pleasure, squeezing every last bit of it out of hiding again, even after you came. His tongue was a winding, desperate, but eager pleaser, surprising you every time again that it sunk in with just how far it could reach and how much wider it spread you the deeper it got. The tingle of its tip as it lapped at all the sensitive spots you liked having caressed so much was nothing compared to the fullness of your entrance, blocking any fluids from leaking past him.

When you got close again, you managed to lift your upper body, looking down at your strange lover. His gaze rose to meet yours, lips parting to reveal your soaking cunt in between his smile. You knew if you let him, he'd live down there, drunk on your juices. Even so, he slipped his hands higher, gripping you by the waist to support your lower back as he plunged his thick tongue as deep as possible into you, sending you over the edge with no warning.

Though it felt like falling, you knew he held you. He ensured no harm would come to you until your shaking and moans subsided, and he helped you lie back down.

"I'll miss you," you whispered, drunk on pleasure, as he came to hover over you. Kissing him felt so right, especially after the incredible orgasms you just had. Your merman reciprocated eagerly with no hesitation, the sounds of your lips even drowning out the crashing of waves around you. "I don't want to leave. I want to stay with you here forever."

"Then don't," he suddenly said, and your body tensed, hearing his voice for the first time. Or not. You weren't sure if you even heard it. You barely saw his lips move, the sound echoing in your brain. Alerts went off in your body as you found your mind unable to focus on anything else but the words spoken, even your breathing stopping briefly while you could not think.

"No... No, I can't... I have to go back. I have to..."

"You don't have to if you don't want to. You can stay here with me. We can always be together. Forever."

Rolling to your side, your body convulsed as his voice penetrated your brain. Every inch of you prickled like it was stung by little needles, but your head was off the worst. Pushing the voice aside was nearly impossible, its echo even stronger than when he spoke to you initially. Even with your hands clasped over your ears, you couldn't make it stop repeating itself, over and over.

You were human. You knew you could never live like him. People were counting on you, responsibilities waiting. You were neither spontaneous nor crazy enough to just throw it away and live out there, surviving... how? You two could never live in the same environment together. It was a bad idea. A baaad idea--

"I know a place where we can be together. I will bring you there. I will decorate it, feed you, and be with you. You'll never lack anything, be it protection or pleasure. It'll be home. We will be family. I will watch over you as your belly swells with my seed, and you will play with our children. You'll never be sad again. Never worry. I promise. It'll be what you always wanted. You told me you wanted to find peace. You shall have it. I make you happy. I love you. You love me. You won't leave me. Never."

Every word felt like another needle being shoved into your brain. It was excruciatingly painful. All you wanted was for him to stop, but at the same time... The longer he forced you to listen, the more you enjoyed the feeling. The shivers it sent down your spine and the pain that made you forget all reason. You didn't even notice how your body grew limb, drool dripping from your lips while tears ran down your cheeks.

All thoughts circled around what he said, and strangely enough, it began to sound very convincing. He did make you happy. You did love him... somehow. You'd never leave him. Why would you? Where would you go other than to be by his side? You wanted to go to this place he spoke of. Have him feed you and decorate your home for you. You wanted to bear his children, be a family with him. Love him. Be loved by him. Have him lick your cunt every night and make you forget. Forget... what? Everything. Everything unless it was him.

"Let's go," he purred, picking you up from the stone ledge and resting you against his chest. "Let's go home."

"Yes," you blubbered, your head falling back as he licked the fluids off your face, your mouth wide open and awaiting his tongue to slip inside, which he did even before the wet around you two could touch you. Keeping your tongue down, he placed his over yours as the ocean enveloped you, his gills flaring wide, air flowing into your mouth to breathe. You two sank further and further, too far for you to see or hear. But his skin against yours remained warm, his embrace tight, his kiss supporting you below the ocean's surface. And as the powerful strokes of his tail carried you two far, far away from the life you had known, from everything that was important to you, all you tasted was the sweetness of his kiss. All while more words echoed in your head, his voice repeating them over and over while his eyes stayed fixed on you, the violet swirls hypnotizing you.

I love you. Mine. Forever. Mate. All mine. I love you so much.

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creativesaturn · 2 months

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What about a spencer date where you go read and he reads to you- just fluffy goodness

Summary: Spencer wasn't able to take you out, but the sound of his voice was enough.

Genre: Fluff!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Warnings: None

Word count: 800+

a/n: I'm sorry this took so long! I enjoyed writing this so I hope this is okay :)

"Im really sorry I wasn't able to take you out..." Spencer spoke through his phone, apologizing for the moment he got a call about a case minutes before he was about to leave his apartment to pick you up.

You smiled at his voice. He always apologized for the littlest things, especially when they weren't even his fault. You knew how much he looked forward to the date, every day leading up to it he'd text you to see if you were still up for it. Your answer never changed.

"It's okay, Spence. I know you tried." You smiled, taking off your earrings in the bathroom mirror.

"I really did. I really wanted to see you again." His voice muffled through the speaker as the soft ruffling of fabric followed.

"Yeah? I really wanted to see you too." Your voice was soft, and to Spencer, he felt as if it was a texture, silky to the touch.

Silence fell through the phone, besides the sounds of moving and your dress rubbing against your skin as you unzipped it and let it fall to the ground of your bathroom floor.

Spencer had found comfort in your voice these past few weeks. Yearning to go home or take a step inside his hotel just to call you. When the calls go silent, he wishes you'd say one last word before falling asleep or having to leave the call.

He drags the calls on for hours, rambling or asking you questions you've answered in the past. Hoping you'd fall asleep before hanging up so he didn't have to. Hoping you'd open your eyes and see he never hung up, the sounds of his alarm are what wakes you.

You'd stay the rest of the morning in bed, talking to him before he had to leave for work. It was something you didn't realize the first few times, until you realized he had conditioned you to have the same sleeping schedule as he did.

"Do you read?" Spencer blurted, trying so hard to keep the conversation going without feeling intimidated by silence.

"Occasionally," You answered, "Not often though." You added as you stepped your foot inside the warm bath you had started earlier.

You let the warm water engulf you as you sat down, setting your phone on the ledge of the bath as you leaned back.

"What book are you reading?" You asked as the sound of a page flipping filled your hearing, as if he was loud on purpose.

"Rereading, The Fisher King." You could hear his smile as the words left his mouth, making your own smile follow.

"Read to me." You spoke, staring at the ceiling above you.

"Read--read to you?" He asked, wanting to be sure he heard you clearly.

"Mhm.. Please?" You hummed, looking at your phone as his name brightened the screen.

"Yeah, okay..." He nodded, flipping to the first page to begin his reading out loud.

You closed your eyes as his voice rang through your ears, comforting your thoughts. It was like a massage for your brain, your tensed body relaxing in the water as he read to you, annotating his own thoughts along the way.

It was the perfect date anyone could ask for. Sure, it wasn't roses and lit candles at a nice restaurant. But, it was a warm bath and a voice that you learned to call home.

reposts and comments are appreciated <3

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pasukiyo · 28 days

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COME IN WITH THE RAIN

peter parker x f!reader word count; 3,357 warnings; nothing really, just good ol' fashioned hurt & comfort summary; peter knew he'd messed up. he'd grown accustomed to being a screw-up throughout the years but just once, just this once, he wished he hadn't been. he can't stop himself from going to your apartment, however, and he certainly didn't expect the surprise of seeing your window already open...

No calls.

No texts.

Peter stared down at his blank lock screen, as if if he looked long enough, he could will a message or a call or something to appear. The streets of Queens bustled with life below his dangling legs, cars honking and people shouting into the night. The air was thick and smelled like rain, big, daunting gray clouds illuminated by the city hovering in the sky. Peter felt like they were there solely to taunt him, their promise of downpour his punishment for having screwed things up so royally.

Although he knew rain was on its way, Peter couldn’t bring himself to tear away from the ledge he sat on. He couldn’t look away from his phone, couldn’t stop thinking of what he could say even if she did call, what he should say, what he should’ve said before. If rain fell now, he knew he’d deserve to be drenched, deserved to swing home in an uncomfortably wet spandex suit.

Peter knew he was a fuck-up. He’d known it all his life. He knew he was bound to mess up everything in his life but just once, just this once, he hoped he wouldn’t screw this thing, this beautiful, amazing thing up.

Of course he should’ve known that it was all wishful thinking.

Of course he fucked up again. Why did he expect this to be different?

Peter thought back to the last time they’d talked only the night prior, he could still see the furrow of her eyebrows, the frown he’d created on her lips, the tears that rimmed her sockets that he knew he was the cause of. He still recalled the way she sounded, her raised voice thick with her tears. He still remembered the quiver of her lip whenever he said words he didn’t mean, the way her chest heaved with her irregular breathing, the way she ran her hands over her face when she tried to calm herself down, holding her palms over her ears when he raised his voice.

All of it haunted him, it was all he could see when he closed his eyes, when he breathed, when he blinked. He wished he could turn back time, could take back every belittling thing he said, wish he could go back and wrap his arms around her instead of leaving her to do it herself.

He still remembered the way her gaze cowered to the floor when she pushed him out the door, the sound of it slamming closed behind him piercing his ears like a gunshot. Peter didn’t know why he said all of those awful things when he truly didn’t even mean them, too wrapped up in his own emotions to even care whether or not his words held any weight on her or not.

And now it was all coming back to haunt him.

A droplet of rain fell from the heavens and fell in a wet plop against his cheek, foreboding more rain to come. Peter sighed as he glanced back down at his phone, using his hand to shield the rain away from the screen. It wouldn’t matter, of course— there were still no calls, no texts, nothing.

Peter blinked down at his empty phone screen as rain began to fall harder, weighing heavy on his lashes. It was close to eleven now— maybe she was asleep. He hoped so, anyway.

With a sigh, he locked his phone and stared ahead towards the city before him, facing the direction he knew her apartment was. He pondered the possibility that she was awake. If he could just see her, even for just a moment…

Would she turn him away? Yell at him, throw things at him, break up with him, get rid of him for good? Peter knew at this point to expect the worst, but the overall urge to swing to her window for just even the smallest chance that her curtains wouldn’t be drawn closed and he could just see her was too strong for him to resist.

So, he tucked his phone away, pulled down his mask, and despite the rain beginning to pour, swung his way towards her building. He couldn’t stop thinking about how dumb this must be, how pathetic it was for him to show up at her window out of the blue in the middle of the night. He knew he should leave her alone, wait for her to come to him whenever she was ready, give her the space she’d pleaded for just the night before.

But it was impossible for Peter to even live with himself knowing he was just sitting back on his heels, waiting to be broken up with. He’d fucked up, yes, and he’d screwed up countless amounts of times before in his life. But he’d also never tried to make up for the things he had done, never fought for something like he was realizing he wanted to fight for her. He wouldn’t let this go, this beautiful, amazing thing he had taken for granted.

He didn’t care what it would take. Peter would at least try to fix the castle he’d crumbled.

He hissed through his teeth when he stuck a particularly hard landing against the side of her building, fingers and toes stuck like glue to the wet brick as he crawled his way to her window. Peter narrowed his eyes behind his mask to get a better look past the rain, because he swore that he could see the wind blowing her curtains out of the window, as if she’d left it open.

Goosebumps littered Peter’s skin beneath his suit– it was freezing, how could she have left her window open in this weather? It would be a miracle if she didn’t catch a cold.

As he approached, he realized that he was right– her window was in fact open and her curtains were in fact not drawn, the rain falling straight onto her window seat, soaking the blankets and pillows she kept there. Her pink curtains were drenched as well and whipping in the wind, the material slapping Peter in the face as he approached and he grumbled, using one hand to slap them away while the other held onto the brick.

The curtain kept whipping back in his face and he groaned, clutching a fistful of the fabric to hold it in place. Finally, he had a better view of her bedroom, the soft marmalade glow from her bedside lamp the only light illuminating her room. When Peter crawled closer to catch a better look, he could see her figure only halfway beneath the covers of her bed, turned to her side, her arm bent beneath her pillow to support her head. Her lids were closed, her eyelashes softly twitching against her cheeks, her lips slightly parted as she breathed.

Warmth flared in Peter’s heart at the sight and his gaze scanned over her figure again when he realized how cold she must be, wearing only a short sleeve shirt and shorts with an entire leg sticking out of the comforter. He cursed beneath his breath as he crawled as quietly as he could inside her bedroom, warily landing on her window seat, wincing as he glanced back at her, hoping he hadn’t woken her. Once he had confirmed she was still asleep, he lowered himself onto the ground, aware of the wet footprints he was leaving behind as he tip-toed his way over to her bed.

Peter knelt towards the ground when he had reached the side of her bed, his fingers itching to touch her face as he stared at her. She looked so peaceful now, a stark difference to her demeanor the last time he’d seen her. He wondered if she was dreaming now, and what she could be dreaming about. Somewhere deep inside his chest, a selfish thought bloomed that he couldn’t help but ponder. He wondered if she was dreaming about him, if she’d even been thinking about him before falling asleep.

For a moment, Peter let his fingers, covered in soaked spandex, reach for her face, his forefinger a mere whisper away from her cheek. He sighed, deciding against touching her as he looked off to the side at the comforter partly covering her body. He couldn’t risk waking her– not now.

Peter reached over for the comforter, adjusting it on her body so that she was fully covered, hoping the goosebumps that had littered across her skin could finally be put at ease now. Peter rose from where he knelt beside her once he was sure that she was covered, taking one last long look at her. Part of him wished she was awake, not only so he could beg for forgiveness, but so he could see her, could look into those beautiful, wonderful eyes he’d grown to love so much. He hated the image of them that haunted him now, the hurt and anger they held when they looked at him last time he saw her.

Peter’s shoulders heaved with his sigh as he turned, making his way back over to the open window to leave her alone again. That was, until he heard stirring from the bed behind him, his breath hitching at the base of his throat when he heard a soft, tired moan.

“Peter?”

A knot of anxiety formed in his chest at the realization that she was awake and everything Peter had planned to do to apologize to her was completely thrown out the window. When he turned around to see her knuckles being dug into her drooping eyes, he panicked, his breath stolen from his lungs until he was rendered speechless. This was not how this was supposed to go, he certainly wasn’t planning on being caught standing in her bedroom in the middle of the night uninvited like a creep.

“Um…” Peter stammered out as he backed away towards the window, hitting his heel a little too hard against the bottom of her window seat, squeezing his eyelids closed behind his mask in a wince. He fell onto the window seat and crossed his legs, elbows against his calf as he held his head in his hands, trying to breathe through the pain.

“Are you okay?” He heard her ask from behind his hands and Peter nodded, lifting up a thumb towards the air in reply. His heart was thudding in his chest, partly due to the embarrassment of not only being caught but also freaking out over hitting his heel, and also due to the fact that he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know how to face her now, to tell her that he was sorry, that he wanted to fight for her.

“Peter?” She called his name again, her voice thick with sleep. He could hear the rustling of bed sheets again and when he lifted his head, he saw that she had swung her legs over the side of the mattress so that she now sat up, facing him. “Peter, let me see you.”

Peter’s heart lurched in his throat at the words she’d often say to him– he had a habit of keeping his mask on when he was in his suit, even when he was alone. He usually didn’t have a problem with removing it but now– he was scared. Like he didn’t want to expose himself to her now, like he was scared his emotions would be written all over his face. It was because he was certain they were, and he was scared of being so vulnerable to her when he knew he had no right to be.

He was the one who messed things up, he was the one who had hurt her. He had no right to be so upset, to be so damn pathetic.

“Peter?”

Peter’s shoulders drooped with his sigh when he glanced up at her again, her brows furrowed but yet, not in the way she had done the night before. She wasn’t mad now, only curious. In a way, it made him feel relieved. And so, with his twitching fingers, he reached for the hem of his mask, tugging it away from his face, his hair damp and flat against his head once he had finally removed it all the way.

Now exposed, he couldn’t quite dare meet her gaze, but he could feel it. He could feel her eyes scanning over him, trying to read him the way she knew to do so well. He usually wouldn’t be so terrified beneath her gaze but now he shied away, ashamed that she was seeing him like this.

“I was waiting for you, you know,” she said after a prolonged silence and Peter dared a glance up at her. She had her knees tucked up to her chest and although she wouldn’t admit it, he could tell she was cold solely by the way her shoulders trembled and her bottom lip quivered. Rather awkwardly, Peter staggered to his feet and turned, pulling her window down, the wind and the rain pounding their fists against the glass when they’d finally be shut away. “Left the window open for you and everything.”

Peter furrowed his eyebrows as he turned back around to face her, eyeing her quizzically. “Why?” He asked at last. She tilted her head, and he continued. “I mean, why not call? Text? I’m not worth freezing to death over.”

She shrugged where she sat, pushing her back up against the mattress and tugging her comforter up closer to her legs. “Too tired to call you,” she replied. “Guess I knew you’d come anyways. I know you, you know.”

Peter shifted his feet awkwardly beneath his weight where he stood, fondling with his mask between his fingers. He couldn’t quite meet her stare so instead he chose to eye the floor as if they held the words he needed to say, the sorrys he knew he owed her. His mouth opened and closed, almost words on the tip of his tongue but dying before they could ever be spoken. He sighed in frustration, turning and scratching his damp head of hair as he stared at the window sill. She said nothing, only watched, waiting.

“I don’t… I don’t…” Peter drew his hands in to his chest and pushed them back out, as if trying to force the words from his throat. He shook his head, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth. “...I don’t know what to say.”

She blinked as her gaze softened, staring at the boy her heart beat and her chest burned for. She could hear it in his silence, feel it in the way he was visibly trying to speak but failing that he was sorry, that he still loved her despite everything he had said before. She knew that he didn’t mean a single thing he had said and that he was sorry for that too. She knew that he wished to take it all back, to erase it all and somehow make it up to her.

He didn’t need to say a single thing. She could hear it in the silence.

“Peter…” she called his name again and he turned towards her abruptly, sighing as he released his bottom lip from between his teeth.

“I’m sorry,” he blurted out, wincing and visibly cringing at his tone, at his abruptness. With the hand his mask was clutched in, he held his hip, the opposite reaching up to scratch at his forehead, shaking his head at himself. His mouth moved as silent curses tumbled past his lips and he turned away from her again, contemplating jumping out the window altogether.

She could feel the corners of her lips twitch upwards as she pushed herself out of her bed, her footsteps unnoticed by Peter as she approached. He tensed when her fingers grazed the wet spandex of his suit over his hips, circling around his body until their gazes could meet. Deep, inviting pools of brown surged into her stare, so dark that his irises almost melted into his pupils. His brow was furrowed, his gaze so soft, so vulnerable, so apologetic that her heart leapt in her chest.

Her fingers reached for his and Peter, through a shaky breath, watched as she removed either of his wet gloves until his hand was bare. His breath hitched when her skin met his, so warm that her flesh seemed to melt into his. She squeezed his fingers and drew in closer, their eyes locking once more when he glanced up at her.

“I know you are,” she said in hardly a whisper, still holding onto his fingers with one hand but using the other to swipe loose strands of his damp, dark locks away from his face. Peter’s lips quivered when she touched his forehead, her fingertips tracing a half moon down his cheekbone before dropping down to his chest, right over where his heart was. “You’re shivering,” she noted. “Why don’t you go change and come to bed?”

Peter’s heart swelled when he remembered the clothes he’d always somehow left in her bathroom, which had since been folded neatly upon the top of her sink when he wandered inside. He glanced up towards the mirror, watching through the reflection as she settled herself back into bed, head on her pillow as she turned to face his.

Peter’s lips parted at the realization that she still wanted him, that she still loved him. He was quick to peel off his damp suit after that, tossing it over the shower rod before stepping into the pair of boxers and his t-shirt he had left. He shut the bathroom light off behind him as he shuffled his feet back into her room, making his way over to the side of her bed that had since been assigned to him, slipping beneath the sheets beside her.

Warmth enveloped him and once he had finally settled, he glanced up to where she laid, her eyes already upon him. Her arm was tucked beneath her face to support her head and he matched her position, letting himself relax into the plush of the mattress and his pillow.

For a moment, they simply stared at one another and at some point, her fingers had wandered to the side of his face, toying with the still-wet ringlets there. He closed his eyes and relished the warmth of her touch, desperate to hold on to his moment of solace to make it last forever. But still, a question lingered in the back of his mind that he couldn’t quite repress the urge to ask.

“Why?” He asked quietly, her eyelids fluttering open to meet her stare. Her brows furrowed, “why what?”

Peter’s tongue darted between his lips to wet them, his eyes dropping to hers for a brief moment. “Wait for me? Leave your window open for me? Why do you even still want me when I was so awful to you?” He asked, wincing at himself. She’d already seemingly forgiven him, so why was he insisting on making her reconsider her choices?

She blinked, her lips curving into a soft smile. Peter’s lips parted and his breath hitched at the sight before him, the woman laying beside him so beautiful, so wonderful, so his that he couldn’t even quite believe that she was real, that she wasn’t just a dream.

“We all say things we don’t mean,” she replied. “I said a lot of things I didn’t mean last night too. A relationship is pointless if we can’t trust one another enough to work past it.”

The pad of her thumb soothed over the expanse of Peter’s cheek, leaving warmth in her touch’s wake as she drew herself in closer to his chest and he wrapped his arms around her with the intent of never letting go. Never had Peter felt more comfortable, more at home than when she was laying in his arms.

“Besides,” she began, the crescent shape of her smile evident on his chest even through his shirt. “I had a feeling that you’d come in with the rain.”

a/n; this is yet another fic that i've had waiting around in my drafts unfinished for MONTHS now and only just got around to finishing it... but had to make a fic for one of my fave taylor songs ever <3 hope you're able to enjoy this one!

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i-cant-sing · 8 months

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Okay okay, time for me to word vomit an idea:

So imagine that after Dabi does his whole vengeful arc, kills dozens of people and publicly calls out Enji's abusive ass, my man just gets caught by the cops and he's like put in a psychiatric hospital (because obviously Enji pulled some strings to save his son from death row to ease his own guilt).

Anyways, Dabi is like majorly depressed obviously and he's like "well, I've done everything I wanted to, so I might as well off myself" and cue reader's entry.

So basically, reader could be a nurse/doctor(NOT A PSYCHIATRIST) and she's all warm and fuzzy and a literal Ray of sunshine and Dabi hates her, but he doesn't give a crap atm.

And like everytime Dabi tries to kill himself, reader is there to stop him. It obviously started with "nooo, please don't kill yourself🥺 you are precious🥺🥺" to reader just swooping in and foiling his plans like "can you not die during my shift? I need an early night off🥱". Dabi is actively trying to kill himself, like he's standing on the ledge to jump, and reader is tackling him down and then punching him for making you run all the way up to the roof.

And like reader is bandaging him up with great gentleness and care and Dabi is staring at her being all close to him (he is mesmerised), and he goes-

"I'll be successful in my suicide one day."

And you just smile and shake your head. "Not as long as I'm praying." And at first, Dabi is super annoyed because he's think you're into the whole religious mumbo jumbo, but he actually caught you one day praying (insert whatever religion) and he's bewitched by the sincerity you pray for his (and others) well being. As if you believed with your whole heart that someone up there is listening to you.

He doesn't know what or when exactly he fell for you, but he did. And he decides that he'll confess to you after he gets out of psychiatric hospital (after tugging at Rei's and Enji's heart strings and them using money and influence to free their menace son). After spending 6 years in the hospital, 6 years where you were the only one who truly cared for him, he'll finally confess to you.

But then you don't come. Not even the next day, or the week after that. Turns out, you left your job.

Out of the blue? Dabi's suspicions rose.

He got out of the hospital and began doing his own research on you until he found your address and well... he sort of came in unannounced (look he knocked, you didn't answer, so he melted the lock and let himself in. At least he came in bearing flowers and wine).

He wasn't expecting you to be at home, but there you were, lying in your bed, a little too still for someone to be asleep.

He throws the covers off you, eyes narrowing on the red stains on your sheet before moving to your bleeding wrists.

Dabi's world stops, every cell in his body stops before every fiber in his being screams and makes him move. He doesn't check for pulse, doesn't check if you're still breathing, perhaps he'd die himself if he didn't like the answer he found. He picks you up and immeadiately goes to the nearest hospital, which fortunately was near.

While you were being operated on, Dabi sat outside, heart thumping as he prayed to whatever deity you did.

Please... not yet.

His prayers were answered as tge doctors told him that you're going to be alright... physically that is. Mentally? Well, Dabi is about to figure it out.

He sat by your side waiting for you to wake up. When you finally did, he saw how different you looked. Obviously he had noticed that you were physically weak, but your eyes... they lost their shine.

Your eyes turned to confusion when you looked at him. "D-Dabi? What are you-"

"I found you." That was enough for you to put together what he meant. You turned your eyes away from him, ashamed.

"Why?" He asks in a quiet tone. "What made you do it?"

"My choices." You whispered. "Bad decisions in the past."

Dabi wanted to pry more out of you, but he knew you wouldn't explain more. So, he takes matter into his own hands and leaves the hospital, telling you that he needs to run some errands, but he's actually going back to your apartment and starts rummaging through your stuff to find some clues as to what exactly caused you to do this.

He didn't have to look around too much because he found your phone and snooped through your messages. Someone was blackmailing you. They had some explicit pictures of you, seems like a toxic ex who was threatening to share these photos with your family and social circle.

So Dabi pays a visit to your ex, takes care of him and the pictures he had,making sure to get rid of all the copies too. All in a day!

By night he had returned to the hospital, you were asleep. He slept there too, in the uncomfortable hospital chair, heart at peace as he watched your chest rise and fall steadily.

Next morning, when it was time for you to leave, Dabi helped you and took you home. You thanked him for everything, and Dabi made sure to tell you that he'll be picking you up for lunch later. You agreed hesitantly. And at lunch, he finally revealed that he came to you because he wanted to ask you out.

You look surprised, more so when he reveals that he had fancied you for a while and that he understands that relationships might not be a priority for you at the moment but-

"I understand if dating is not a priority for you right now but if you ever do consider falling in love, know that I've been on the top of your wait list for the past 6 years and will wait another lifetime if that's all the time you need."

You're in tears at his words, and you have a hard time not breaking down as he takes your hands in his, his thumbs carefully tracing over your bandaged wrists as he promises to wait by your side, that he'll always be there to help you with anything, that if you gave him a chance, he'll spend the rest of his life trying to make you happy.

"Dabi, i- I am not good for you." You say, voice wobbly. "My past, it'll always haunt me and I care too much about you to let it haunt you as well."

"Your ex? His pictures?" He asked watching shock appear on your face. "You won't ever have to worry about him, Y/n."

You shook off your surprise. "That's not it. It's not the only problem I have!"

"Then tell me. I'll fix all of your problems." Dabi promises with such sincerity that you're compelled to believe him.

You don't tell him obviously, saying that it is your burden, your mess to deal with. Dabi doesn't push more, only because he knows he'll figure it out later anyways. Hey, he may be a criminal but he was once the son of the top hero who trained him, so Dabi's IQ is through the fucking roof.

And a man in love has no limitations.

Had a DUI? He deals with it. Parents disowned you? He'll make them regret it. Killed someone? He'll make sure you have an alibi to prove your innocence. Cheated off a test in grade 2? He'll make sure there are no witnesses alive. He'll burn the world- burn himself if it means keeping you warm.

You don't wanna date a criminal? Fine, he's working a cooperate job and since he's so smart, he'll be a fucking CEO in no time and have enough money and time to spend on you. Youre crying because you feel ugly when you see your scars? Dabi makes sure to kiss them every day and pulls out his turtleneck (aka the trademark Todoroki fit) for you, while he buys the best treatment money can buy for your scars. Mental health is going down? He's taking you to the best therapist in town. You're sad he's an atheist because it means you won't be with him in heaven? Damn, he's a convert now.

I just adore men in love :(

Okay but I don't think we're focusing on how scary smart Dabi actually is😳😳😳 I just know it, I KNOW he's super smart but he downplays it all the time because he's depressed or whatever.

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devildom-drabbles · 7 months

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Snippet - Getting Spooked

Felt inspired by the spooky season to write out a headcanon I've had in mind for a while. Enjoy! 👻

How does everyone react to being jump scared by MC?

Lucifer simply flinches, not making a single audible sound. He quickly realizes from MC’s expression that they were intentionally trying to scare him, which makes him narrow his gaze at them. Luckily for the human, all he does is sigh in annoyance and warn them not to do it again before going about his business. (Unless you’re looking for consequences, MC, you’re better off heeding his words.). In the back of his mind, he can't believe they actually startled him, so he'll be more alert than normal for the rest of the day.

Mammon, perhaps to no one’s surprise, jumps up with a loud high-pitched scream like a classic cartoon character. There ain’t no way he’s stickin’ around with a ghost nearby, so he’s ready to take off running! However, he stops in his tracks when he hears MC’s reaction to his panic. His alarm immediately turns into embarrassment as he proceeds to assert that he wasn't that scared by their "lame attempt" to catch him off guard. He then complains about what they did and demands “compensation” for the near-heart attack he had.

Leviathan yelps in surprise and accidentally drops his game controller in the process. His cheeks are flushed the moment he notices MC near him. Oh no, he must’ve looked so lame to them just now! On top of that, his game character fell off a ledge! Ughhh, this is just the worst! Feeling a mix of frustration and embarrassment, he begs MC not to scare him like that anymore. (His heart already goes “doki doki” for enough reasons because of you, MC, so please don’t add “jump scares” to the list!)

MC’s jump scare causes Satan to tighten his grip on his book as his eyes widen. He whips his head in their direction, and in the next second, he’s scowling at them. Because of them, he lost his focus and the line he was in the middle of reading. They have to give him a good explanation for their action or apologize in order to quell his bubbling anger. He ultimately lets it slide, but he will get back at them for this in an equally playful manner. A jump scare revenge is best served cold...

Asmodeus shrieks in an overdramatic fashion, because if he’s going to be scared, everyone has to know about it and feel inclined to come to his rescue. (Truthfully, he was only startled, so a normal gasp would’ve sufficed.) No matter how much he adores this human, he still huffs at MC for what they’ve done. Look! Now his clothes and hair are slightly disheveled! And what if his skin breaks out later because of the stress from being scared?! They’re now “required" to console him from this experience until he feels better, which could range from helping him fix his appearance to giving him a long comforting hug.

Beelzebub doesn’t react at all. He doesn’t even mildly choke on the food he’s chowing down when MC abruptly appears. Instead, he swallows what’s in his mouth so that he can talk to them properly, wondering if they’d like to try one of his snacks. After MC explicitly tells him what they were doing, he mutters an “oh” before apologizing to them and promising to try to look scared if they ever do it again. If they do happen to give it another try, the most they’ll see from him is his raised eyebrows. He’s just not a very expressive or easily spooked guy.

The main reason Belphegor becomes startled by MC’s jump scare is because he’s just about to doze off. You know that feeling you sometimes get when you’re on the verge of falling asleep and suddenly feel like you’re actually falling, which jerks you awake? Yeah, that’s basically what you did to him, MC, and he doesn’t appreciate it. He grumbles about it before deciding to pull the human closer and make them nap with him as “punishment.”

Diavolo is somewhat surprised initially and even asks MC what they’re doing. After they explain they were trying to give him a jump scare, a wide grin stretches across his face as he expresses his amusement and how they did a pretty good job of catching him off guard. He thinks the concept is fun and will want to do it to MC in return in the near future. (He also tries to scare Lucifer and Barbatos repeatedly in hopes of getting a good reaction out of them, which eventually leads to him getting lectured by them just to make him stop.)

Barbatos is impossible to jump scare, as he seems to have eyes in the back of his head and ears sharper than any other being in existence. As such, when MC tries to startle him, he’s completely unfazed and merely looks over at them with a polite smile. “Oh? You were trying to scare me? My apologies. Such tactics don’t work on me, but if you’d like, I could pretend to be alarmed next time.” At least he’s willing to humor you, MC...

Simeon just blinks at MC with wide eyes before greeting them in a friendly manner and asking what they need. It takes him a few seconds of looking at their disappointed expression for him to realize that they were trying to scare him. He’s rarely ever startled by things like this, so he genuinely feels guilty for not giving MC more of a reaction. Expect him to come up with something to make it up to them, even though it’s not really necessary.

“Oh!” is all Solomon says when MC tries to scare him. He wasn’t expecting this, but he’s dealt with enough surprise attacks over the years that he doesn’t panic or overreact the moment something jumps out at him. (He did nearly use magic on them, though...) Upon learning MC’s intentions, he chuckles and compliments their efforts. You’ll have to try a lot harder if you want to scare him, MC, but just know that this incident now gives him permission to do the same to you whenever he wants.

Luke is quite alarmed to the point that he stumbles backward onto his bottom. Once he figures out what happened, he scolds the human with a pout while getting up and dusting himself off. That wasn’t very nice or funny, MC! He really doesn’t like being scared, or teased in such a way. Despite how upset he is at first, he soon forgives them and moves on to eagerly tell them about an interesting food he found at the local Devildom market.

Mephistopheles screams from the shock of it, but unlike Mammon, his pitch is only a little higher than his normal voice. There’s an awkward silence between him and MC for a few seconds before he regains his composure (save for a light, embarrassed blush) and angrily reprimands them. He seems ready to give them a full-blown lecture on their “immature behavior” at the rate he’s going, but fortunately, it doesn’t last too long since he’d rather not spend much time on this matter. Plus, a sincere apology from MC or a disruption from Lord Diavolo will make him stop sooner.

The moment MC jumps out, Raphael instantly summons a spear in his hand to retaliate, thinking that this is an attack. (You weren’t expecting to be jump scared in return, huh, MC?) MC has to quickly explain themself in order for Raphael to relax and send the spear away. He admits that they did catch him by surprise, but he advises against any further attempts at doing this to him. He likes them enough that he’d rather not impale them, accidentally or intentionally.

Thirteen does gasp in shock, but she recovers fairly quickly from the abrupt scare. She’s sort of mad that MC managed to startle her, especially for their own entertainment. Still, she can’t help but be a bit impressed by their success, which she’ll only confess aloud if she has a closer bond with the human. Afterward, she vows to give them a good fright in return at some point, so they better prepare themself for one of her newest scary traps!

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sweetracha · 8 months

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Can i request a smut and fluff of hyunjin where he fucks her for the first time? So he is her first. But his cock is really big so he asks her if she really wants to do this. After she said yes he started to fuck her, but after he went a few times in and out she is begging him to stop with tears in her eyes cause it hurts her so much. He stops and gives her kisses. As they saw that blood was on the condom she was trying to apologize cause she was embarrassed but he wasn't bothered and cleaned up everything. After that they cuddled a bit until she fell asleep with tears in her eyes on his chest. Are you feeling okay to write this? I would be happy if you do it, but if you don't feel comfortable then drop it.🩵

Hello Honeybun!

Sorry, this request has been sitting for a while! I believe I understand the ask, so hopfully I did it justice.

Pleasure Doesn't Have to be Pain: Hwang Hyunjin

Sugar Content: Sugar Sweet (Fluff), Spicy Sweet (Smut)

Allergy Warning: Mentions of Blood, Painful Intercourse, Reader blaming herself.

The setting was something out of a movie. Vanilla bean and cedar candles lined the ledges of the room. Soft lights twinkled through the sheer curtains. A small opening in the window lets the music of the city escape into your private haven. A safe place where you and your lover were tangled up in cold silk sheets that soothed your flushed skin. Hyunjin's fingers danced along your body like it was his own. Every touch was a part of his carefully executed choreography. Paris was the city of lovers. You wondered if it was named specifically for you two.

"My muse, look at you. Your skin is blushed. I don't think you understand how beautiful you look right now." Hyunjin spoke in a soft cadence as his lips trailed your neckline.

"Hyune, please." Your back arched off the bed as you begged for more of him.

"Shhh darling" large hands sunk your hips back to the sheets. "Let's not get carried away. It would be a shame to end the night so early." Your brain was dizzy from his kind yet condescending tone.

Slow hands removed what little clothing you had left. Your legs were spead for you and your ankles were held in place. Hyunjin just stared in awe for a moment. Before you could speak, he did.

"Such a tiny pussy. It amazes me every time." One long finger began to move up and down your slit, with no intention of pleasure, rather testing the water. He smirked at the gasp that left you when his pointer hooked your clit.

"Desperate thing. My desperate thing"

To follow his statement, Hyunjin claimed you by sliding in two fingers. He could already feel the stretch but the way you whined was telling enough. This was not new territory for you two this was quite common. Tonight however you finally wanted to feel him. You wanted to be fully intertwined with him. You wanted to be loved by him.

"More." A quiet request ghosted past your lips. Hyunjin looked up to see if it was you speaking. "More, need more"

A third finger started to poke at your entrance but was quickly stopped.

"No Hyunjin! That's not what I want!" You sounded like a brat but in reality, you were already overwhelmed by him.

"Words Darling, I need to know what you are talking about" He pushed deep inside you and began to stroke your favorite spot.

"You. I need your cock. Please"

Hyunjin was shocked by your statement. His fingers curled unexpectedly and slammed into your sweet spot. You cried out and shook on his hand while completing your high. When you opened your eyes, you saw a very dazed lover.

"Muse, I don't think this is a good idea." He hated that he could see tears welling in your eyes.

"Please! I can take it. I know you've been stretching me out each time. I'm ready." The poor boy was embarrassed that you knew his secret.

"Okay okay, shhhh. Pretty baby, we can try, okay? But you need to promise me you'll stop me if it hurts."

"I will-"

"No, I need words"

"I promise, Hyunjin"

A kiss to the lips and a silent thank you was the last exchange you two had before his covered tip was at your entrance. Just the head alone felt heavier and had more girth than what you were expecting. It slipped in with ease but Hyunjin haulted at your gasp. He searched your eyes for discomfort before moving a bit more. Behind the pain of the stretch laid a feeling of pleasure. You kept thinking to yourself, pleasure is pain. You had to endure to feel good. That's what you always heard.

Then he got halfway. A searing ache ran from your cunt to your lower stomach. You wanted to double over and cry, it was something you never felt before. Hyunjin instantly knew something was wrong, your body clamped around his cock, denying it any more access. To be honest it hurt him too but he was only focused on you.

"Oh Darling, shhhhh it's okay. No more. Just breathe." His hand cradled your tear-streaked face.

"No please, I can take it."

"No, you can't muse. It's okay. I'm not mad. No one is mad here, baby. Relax a bit for me, I'm going to pull out now." When Hyunjin retreated we saw a thin line of blood on the condom. He knew it wasn't anything bad but he didn't want to know what it would have become if he were to continue.

"The night" You were able to stumble out in despreate breathes.

"The night? Muse, what do you mean?" Hyunjin pulled you into his body and situated you sideways in his lap. He cradled you while rocking slowly. His hand brought your head to his bare chest while sweetly nosing your hair.

"It-" you began to hiccup as your breathing slowed. "It ended--early" A single tear fell from your eye and soaked into his skin.

"That is where you are wrong little muse." Hyunjin hummed as he spread your legs and gently began to wipe you clean.

"I get to spend the whole night taking care of you."

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jenniferswhor3 · 1 year

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i meant it - jj maybank

summary; drunk jj confessed his feeling

warnings; mentions of throw up, jj being drunk, fluff

authors note; back in my obx era

masterlist | obx masterlist

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whenever jj got drunk, his emotions would be all over the place.

sometimes he’s get really hyped up and want to do some crazy shit. other times he’s get emotional about the smallest thing.

the one emotion nobody knew about was his lovey dovey side. well, nobody expected you.

it happened one night when you were sitting in your bed reading. it was around 2 am and you were ready to turn out your bedside light and fall asleep.

startled out of your half asleep state, jj had appeared at your window opening it. you sat there, half confused and half still startled, watching jj attempt to climb through your window. he looked like a baby deer being born.

jj ends up tripping by getting his foot caught on the ledge of the window and face planted on your, thankfully, carpeted floor.

with a groan from jj, ass up in the air and face still planted on the floor, you finally get up out of your bed. “what the hell are you doing, jj?!”

he rolled over flat on his back. “i jus’ wan’ed to come overrrr.” he slurred with a dopey smile. he was obviously drunk.

“are you drunk?!” dumb question. “nevermind don’t answer that.”

you extend you arm out to help and jj responds by holding both arms out like a big baby. you attempted to pull jj up but he ended up helping himself up.

after he was upright, he ended up leaning right back on you. “mmm, i missed you.” his arms wrapped around you waist. yours hesitantly wrapped around his neck.

“okay jj. you are obviously drunk and you need to sleep.” jj groaned in response.

his dopey smile had returned as he pushed himself off you and started undressing himself. you could t help but stare and unconsciously bite your lip. jj’s eyes were half closed so he couldn’t see you.

it was just a small crush on your best friend. nothing dramatic. definitely no longing stares while he looked away. none of those girly giggles whenever he said anything. and definitely no daydreaming about the two of you on a boat ride… half naked… and kissing.

“okay,” you draw out as he started to take off his cargo shorts. “let’s keep the shorts on. you cuddle up in my bed and i’ll go get you a glass of water.”

his response was a short moan and he flopped right onto your bed. his bare back lay perfectly on display and his muscles were perfectly sculpted as always. as tempted as you were to sit and stare at his back all night, you were set on getting your best friend some water.

turning on the kitchen light, you head to the cup cabinet and fill it up in the sink.

while waiting for the cup to fill up, you feel a pair of muscular arms wrap around you waist and a head bury itself in your neck. “come back upstairs.” jj’s voice whines into your neck, tickling your neck.

jj has always been touchy with you. kie says it’s because he likes you but you never believe her. he always pulled your legs in his lap and rubbed you legs. or he’d have his head on you shoulder and played with your fingers. but you never thought it meant anything.

after filling up the cup, you grabbed a bottle of aspirin from the junk drawer and headed back to your room with jj hot on your tail.

“drink this.” you handed jj the cup of water as he sat on your bed. he reluctantly took the glass from your hand and drank only a sip.

“not thirsty.” he mumbled setting the glass down. he swiftly grabbed your waist and pulled you down on top of him. the position was awkward. “jj let me properly get in bed.” you crawled up onto your bed and get yourself under your covers; so did jj.

his head curled up in your chest while his limbs tangled themselves around you. “you’re so warm. how are you so warm, like, all the time?”

you let out a small giggle, “i don’t know, j.”

eventually, jj fell asleep to the quiet sounds of the office playing on your tv and your nails scratching in a rhythmic pattern.

fast forward to now, jj was spinning in your desk chair, drunk, of course. he was previously dissecting each part of his motorbike and explaining why it’s useful. that was until he got distracted after explain the tires and started spinning in your desk chair.

“jj, if you don’t stop you’re gonna make yourself throw up.” as if you saw the future, jj made a bee line to your bathroom.

you cringed while he groaned and flushed the toilet. he walked out and apologized. “it’s okay, jj. it happens.” you walked into the bathroom and pulled out a unused toothbrush. you had kept a couple incase this ever happened to one of your friends.

after he finished brushing his teeth, he crawled into bed with you where you flicked on the office. it had become a favorite of jj’s.

his head lay on your chest, his new favorite spot. he felt most at comfort whenever you’d twirl his hair or scratch his back.

jj’s mind was still hazy; he was only tipsy now. not all of what he was saying was well thought out or even a structured sentence. but he always said what he meant.

you were both half asleep by the time jj spoke his last words for the night. “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too, j.” you had thought he meant it in a friendly manor, like what you guys say to all of your other friends.

“no. i mean it, i really do.” his eyes stayed shut and he was half mumbling his words into your neck. “ever since 5th grade.”

you sighed. there’s no way he was telling the truth. “tell me that again in the morning j. when you’re sober.” he let out a small groan signifying and ‘okay’.

the sun shines through your white curtains, only waking you up. jj could sleep through a whole fire.

you were stood in your bathroom, getting ready for the day, when you could see jj stir awake out of the corner of your eye.

he groaned, his head pounding. his eyes still closed and head still buried in the pillow, “i meant it.” it was low enough that you could hear it from your bathroom.

a smile spread across you face, “really?”

“really.” he replied.

for the rest of that day, you and jj curled up in your bed together watching the office. his head on your chest and your fingers tangled in his hair. it was perfect.

you sighed. there’s no way he’s telling the truth. “tell me in the morning, j.

with a generous look in his eyes, jj went to hug you but you put a hand in his chest to stop him. “not until you brush your teeth.” a with a small whine, jj did just that.

sooner or later, jj fell asleep to the quiet sound of your tv and the way your nails scratched his back.

he turned over and nuzzled himself

#outer banks fanfiction #jj maybank x reader #obx fic #obx #outer banks #jj maybank one shot #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank fluff

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fiyaa-xoxo · 2 months

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Hi, there! :D🌼

First time ordering here (I hope I do it right). If it's not too much trouble I would like to request

Type: Fic or Headcanon (I leave it to your preference) (Romantic)

Reader: Female

Scenary: A scenario where Silver has a stressful week: (fell asleep more often in class, fails in his training, etc.) So he grab her partner (on a day off)Him to de-stress, he begins to kiss his partner with needy and very long kisses, 💕perhaps ending up a little suggestive at the end🤭❤️‍🔥💋 coff coff(I'll leave it to your preference)

I have the Headcanon that Silver is addicted to kisses so if he needs to de-stress. Needs A LOT of kisses. ⚔️

If my order does not convince you, you can discard it without problems, but if not, take your time and without pressure, thank you . I hope to place more orders here more often !(with your willingness of course)

Darling,Your kiss melt's away my stress.

Silver

✧˚ · .In the midst of the whimsical chaos that is Night Raven College, Silver found himself ensnared in the tendrils of stress, his usually composed demeanor unraveling like an ancient spell book. A week fraught with challenges, from nodding off in class to stumbling through his training sessions, left him yearning for respite. Desperate for a reprieve, he sought solace in the only sanctuary he knew - the presence of his partner, y/n.

✧˚ · .On a rare day off, Silver, with an air of vulnerability he seldom displayed, sought out Him. The weight of the week's troubles lingered in his eyes as he pulled Him into a secluded nook, away from the prying eyes of the bustling school. The aura of stress dissipated momentarily, replaced by an unspoken understanding that y/n was his anchor, his haven.

✧˚ · .In that hidden corner of the library, Silver's desperation manifested in the tenderest of embraces. His kisses, usually composed and measured, now carried a sense of urgency. Needy and prolonged, each kiss sought to convey a multitude of emotions - frustration, yearning, and a plea for comfort. Y/n, attuned to Silver's unspoken language, responded in kind, reciprocating the intensity of each kiss.

✧˚ · .As the minutes ebbed away, the atmosphere shifted, the kisses becoming more than just a balm for stress. A subtle suggestion lingered in the air, the boundary between affection and desire blurring. Silver's hands traced paths of comfort, fingers entwined, a silent agreement forged in the shared breaths of passion.

✧˚ · .In that stolen moment, amidst the backdrop of Twisted Wonderland's enchanting chaos, Silver found solace. The stress of the week dissipated in the shared warmth of their connection, and as the suggestive whispers of their shared intimacy lingered, she knew that this stolen respite was a spell of their own making—a sanctuary woven from love and the need for solace.

✧˚ · ."what has gotten you in such mood silver?" y/n says as they broke the kiss. Silver looks away for a moment before answer. "School and training mainly" silver replies. Y/n rubs the back of silvers head as he rests his head on her chest. As she kissed the top of silvers forehead humming a little tune causing him to slowly drift off to a peaceful wonderland....

✧˚ · . As silver falls a sleep, some birds stand on the ledge of the window singing a tune along side you. Who ever walks by the area u two are, it truly would look like a sight straight out of a fairy tail book.

BONUS:

✧˚ · . You yourself have also fallen into a deep slumber under your boyfriend. Without the both of yours knowledge some pairs of feet have stumbled into this wonderful sight "Shush you two don't wake them up, i'm still not done taking photo's!!" the bat fae said. "So this is where silver has been. He sure is growing up well" said malleus. "But lilia-sama and waka-sama we have training to be at!!"

✧˚ · . "Shush Sebek, its not wrong to take a break once and a while especially if its with someone you love" Said Lilia as he took more photos in every angle faely possible. "Come now you two lets go before they awake." "Alright Malleus" "Yes Waka-sama"!!

Requests are open!! ^^

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#silver twst #twisted wonderland imagine #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst wonderland #silver twisted wonderland

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translucent-sun · 1 year

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Obi-Wan woke to the view of Cody´s back – the silhouette of it, mostly, the early morning light not bright enough yet to light up the room through the small windows. He sat at the edge of the bed, unmoving. Unsure if he´d even noticed him waking up, Obi-Wan decided to stay quiet, to keep watching. Though when Cody half-turned, a faint smile on his lips, he wasn't surprised that he already did.

“Morning,” Cody whispered, and Obi-Wan considered for a split second to close his eyes, pretend to be asleep to drag this moment on for a little longer.

“What's wrong?” he asked instead. “Why are you up?” Cody stretched with a groan, so low it sent a shiver down Obi-Wan´s spine.

“Couldn't sleep anymore. My back´s killing me.”

Obi-Wan dragged himself closer, crumpling the bedding under his knees. He brought his hand to Cody´s back, gently rubbing the skin there with his flat palm.

“Here?” he asked. “Or here?” He brought his hand higher, rubbing circles between Cody´s shoulder blades. Cody groaned under the touch.

“If I told you 'everywhere', would you keep doing that?”

Obi-Wan considered him for a moment, then sat up properly, bringing his other hand to his back as well, mirroring the other's movements across Cody´s skin. Obi-Wan smiled as Cody's head tipped back, the bit he could see of his face in the darkness overcome with the simple pleasure of being touched.

The suns were slowly rising, tinting the air in their orange shine. The room slowly filled with light, shadows growing and changing with their rise.

“Let us catch the last minutes of it,” Obi-Wan suggested, already struggling his way towards the edge of the bed, grinning at Cody's frustration as he stopped his massage.

They grabbed a blanket, not bothering to put on more clothes than they were already wearing, knowing it would get warm soon enough.

They looked around for a spot that would give them a good view, their eyes landing on the hut’s roof almost simultaneously.

“You think we can get up there?” Cody asked.

Obi-Wan hesitated. Technically he could use the Force, but the thought made him feel uneasy in a way he couldn´t really pinpoint. Shaking the thought off, he made his way for the building´s corner, pulling himself up on the ledge there with a groan before climbing all the way up.

“Throw me the blanket,” he called down, reaching out to catch it, setting it aside when he did. He reached his hand out again, this time for Cody to take as he climbed up the same way.

Out of breath and full of dust from the hut´s sandy walls they sat, their bare shoulders touching under the blanket wrapped around them. The suns rose higher and higher, going from orange to pink and back to orange, making the desert´s sand glow.

But Obi-Wan´s head turned to watch Cody instead – saw the light dance across his skin, turning his tan face golden. The white streak in his black hair almost reflected the light, glowing like strings of silver.

Obi-Wan felt the sudden urge to touch, to caress, and so he did. He brought his hand to Cody´s hair, wrapping strands of his curls around his finger, letting go before catching the next. They fell down to his shoulders again, having grown so long over the last year. Obi-Wan couldn´t help but wonder how long they would be if Cody didn't cut them from time to time, getting annoyed by them tickling his skin.

Obi-Wan´s hand wandered to Cody´s neck, his thumb stroking the side of it, then went on to his jaw. Cody closed his eyes, humming softly as he leaned into the touch, facing Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan kept caressing his skin, watching him intently. He´d never seen Cody look so old as he did in that moment. And he was gorgeous, more than he ever was before. He was so focused on every line, every wrinkle, that he didn´t notice Cody opening his eyes, peering back at him. He was only startled back into reality when Cody chuckled softly.

“What?” Cody asked, a broad grin spread over his lips, crinkling his skin more.

Obi-Wan leaned in, stealing a kiss. “I love you,” he whispered when they parted. “I just love you.”

Cody hummed in response, closing his eyes once more as he leaned into Obi-Wan, resting his head upon his shoulder. He exhaled, slowly and drawn out, almost a sigh.

“We´re getting old,” he said after a moment, the chuckle that followed more a vibration through his body than a sound.

“I´m glad we are,” Obi-Wan whispered. He took hold of Cody´s hand, stroking his knuckles slowly, softly.

#from the codywan thing im attempting to write #codywan #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #my writing

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moonlight-sonata99 · 1 year

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The Songcords

Neteyam x reader

Jake sully/reader

Warnings: HEAVY SPOILERS!! death,angst. Mourning. Friendzoning! first part takes place after a few months of the way of water.

A/N: Been wanting to do neteyam angst for a while but i was hella scared ngl- i still cry for him. But im extremely proud of this one!!!

The sound of waves crashing surrounds you as your legs dangle off the ledge and your toes touching the water as it rises up and down, Your eyes stay on the water as it moves so slowly. A sigh leaves your lips as you look up to the sky, it was the time where all was asleep and only you remained awake. you then darted down to the object in your hands.

His songcord.

His eyes, His lips that opened gasping for air.

Your vision begins to blur and the tears burn as you lift the songcord close to your face.

The days blurred, you didn't dare count a day where neteyam was not with you. A small cry leaves your lips. And the tears you kept in finally fell and the small cries left your lips.

It was always like this: Sit,think,cry,and then think again. Time passed and you sat still on the ledge thinking.

“Hey..” your ears perked up as you turned your head to look behind you,

“Oh..hey!what are you doing awake?” turning back to wipe your tears quickly you turn back to Jake who slowly sits next to you.

“I should be asking you that..” he huffs out, placing his hands on each side of the ledge, looking out into the water.

“I uh-wasn't sleepy” you reply, balling your hands. Your chest began to feel heavy. Setting your gaze to where the ocean seemed to end.

At the corner of your eye you saw Jake look at you and look back down to his hands

“That seems to be the case for the last few months..” he trails off as your eyes dart to the sky, anywhere that was not jake.

“Im sorry sir…” you said solemnly out looking down at your hands that remained clamped together.

“No,no i'm not mad at you…” he replied, shaking his head, his hand still on the ledges. His gaze turning back to admire the water.

“What you’ve been doing, helping with tuk..i couldn't ask for more.” he confesses

You let out quick a ‘hm’ glancing at him,

“I'm just doing what he would have wanted me to do.” you admit softly with a smile as you keep your gaze on the sky, Your chest rising up and down.

Jake lets out a small ‘yea’

The air picks up and your hair flows in the wind, “you’ve been busy '' Jake interrupts the silence once again. “ With tonowari..helping the other as well as lo’ak,tuk and kiri..” he trails off

“I just…” he mutters looking at you, “I just wanna make sure that your okay” he admits and you turn your gaze to his

“I am okay! Tired maybe..but i'm okay” you assured nodding your head as he begins to shake his head slowly.

“That's not what i mean..” he mumbles out placing hand on your shoulder,

‘You know what he meant.’

“He was your best friend [Name],It's okay.” he whispers, patting your shoulder softly, Looking at him you feel your eyes begin to burn once again.

“I..” your voice quivers, as Jake looks at you. You unclasped your hands to reveal the songcord that was balled up in your hands. The wind flowed through your hair, and your fingers brushed against each bead.

You softly smiled recalling your memories,

“OH! You got it teyam!!!!” you exclaimed as the yerik fell and neteyam looked at you,

“I did!” he said, rocking his fist in the air softly, as you walked up to him.

“Next…iknimaya!” you add placing your hands on your hips as neteyam runs to the yerik.

After it returns to eywa, neteyam looks up at you,

“What?” you ask tilting your head and neteyam lets out a small smile

“Thank you.” he admits standing up and looking at you.

“For…?” you trail off, confused. And neteyam lets out a small laugh.

“I always drag you around in my free time…which is..”

“Not much?” you interrupt as he nods “Your my friend teyam…i don't mind.” you admit as you look away, as neteyam nods slowly, thinking about your words.

“Yea..” he mumbles, sounding displeased.

Jake chuckled as you recounted the story to him, as you held the sound cord to your chest.

“He always wanted to show you that he could be a good leader.Always.” you say looking at jake as he turned his gaze to you. As you began,

“Neteyam…would have been a good olo’eyktan..!” you strained out,the tears strolling down your cheeks. “And i…would have stood by him no matter what” You stood straight into jakes eyes. “ but I experienced neteyam. That is what matters-” You hiccupped out. “But-it hurts..so much.” you sobbed . Jake nudged you closer without any words, but his eyes brimmed with tears recalling neteyam as he looked up at the sky. The sounds of your sobs against him in the night.

That was years ago.

“[Name]?!”

“...jake? Is that you..?” a voice called out from what remained of the battle that had occurred,

“[Name]!” he rushed towards your voice that came from a cargo box.He leaped over the box to you as he set himself besides you.

“[Name], are you alright? Tuk said y-” His words were interrupted by the red liquid he sat in, his gaze lifted to your body that sat against the box and spotted the wounds on your chest. You sat up and you looked up and him your chest rising up down,

“Jake…you came back for me..” you breathed out, blood dripping out of your mouth. As you tried to move up.

“No no…don't move..” he hushed out, placing a hand on your shoulder keeping you in place.

“Is tuk okay..?” you asked softly looking up at him

“Yea…Yea she's okay” he confirmed, giving you a small smile.

“Th-that's good..”

“Yea that's so good…thank you.” he said, giving you a soft smile.

“Im…hurt badly jake…” you mutter out looking at your hands now tainted red, as Jake looked at you.

“Don't worry everyone will be here soon okay, we gotta just-”

“No..”

“No??”he repeated after you as you softly nodded to him,

“Its…” you trailed off, your eyes darting away, as Jake looked at you.

“ Jake can....” you mumble looking back at him. “Can you hold me? Until I fall asleep…?” you whisper, as Jake slowly nods.

You let out a small grunt as he slid you into his arms and you closed your eyes,

“Jake?” you whisper as he lets out a small “hm?”

“Thank you for letting me be a part of your family..” you trail off, jake looks down at you as you continue.

“For having a place to stay..having parents..” you add

“For letting me meet neteyam..”

Jake nods, listening to your words. You were quiet after that.

“[Name]...?” he whispers as he looks at you. Eyes remaining closed.

“[Na-”

“Jake…” you interrupt him, your voice weaker than before.

“Jake, i see him..! He is with me..” you huff out with a small smile as Jake holds you closer.

“He is calling me jake….he's….” your words trail off as as you slowly breath out remain sit still.

The sound of waves crashing surrounds him as he sits on the ledge of his home, The songcords run-through his fingers, Dazed he looks into the water which is oddly still.

Jake takes a deep breath and looks at your form, now forever asleep. Tears brim his eyes and slowly began to cascade down his face. He leans his face down to you and presses his lips against your forehead as he hugs you.

"Jake?" a voice interrupts his thoughts,

"What are you doing?" neytiri asks walking up behind him as jake looks up at her.

"i ah...just thinking." he mutters softly looking down at the two strings in hands.

neytiri eyes land on them as she sits down next to him,

"can i..?" she trails of gesturing the songcords as jake nods and hands them to her.

she lays then on her palms as she admired each bead,

"They chose beautiful beads." she whispered her fingers brushing over each one.

"They did" jake says and neytiri looks up into the sky. Her eyes burned as she began to sob.

jake held her close comforting her. placing is lips against her forehead as she cried into his chest.

"i..." jake muttered , as neytiri sniffed into him she stopped to look at him as he continued,

"They are together again.." he said looking at neytiri as she gazed back at him her eyes red and swollen.

"we experienced them. That is what matters." he states his eyes filled with sadness, as neytiri places her head against his chest.

it was silent as the two parents recalled their son and his best friend. And what the pair could have become.

But they were with eywa now,

leaving only The Songcords.

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bluepeachstudios · 8 months

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Oh my gosh... if Ghost was THAT interdependent with his brothers, it must have HURT when he got ripped away. His emotions must have been a MESS; he's used to a four person emotional system and now it's just him alone? No wonder he isolated himself for so long. And no wonder the SAINW boys fell apart!! There's an essential piece missing, the system is broken. Did they feel it when he disappeared? Did they know he was gone? Did they know they were broken?

Leonardo woke in the middle of the day. He was a light sleeper, it wasn’t unheard of, but instead of the usual rustling of Mikey out for a midday snack or the sound of Donny still working on a project, it was eerily quiet. There was the regular creak of pipes, the distant rumble of the city far above their heads, but nothing unusual.

He got out of bed anyway to check on his brothers.

It had been a rough few months. Travelling all the way to the floating city of Beijing to set it back down safely into place (the wrong way around), the return of the Y’Lyntian people in the underground city, stopping a nuclear bombing by H.A.T.E., the… thing beneath Wall Street that had sent them spiraling into their worst nightmares.

All of that overlaid with whatever the Shredder was up to now. Leo’s nerves were at an all time high. Raph’s temper was shorter than ever. Donny was working later into the days and sleeping less and less. Mikey was doing his best to keep the mood light and joking.

It had been a rough few months, but they had stuck together, they’d supported each other through nightmares and flashbacks and aches and pains. They’d rested together when one of them felt too exhausted to continue doing this.

They would always have each other, no matter how bad things got.

But something felt wrong.

He found Mikey asleep in his room, up in his bed, curled up with a comic hanging from his hand over the ledge. Leo carefully extracted the comic and set it aside for Mikey to find when he woke.

Raph was twitching in his hammock, a frown on his face. Another nightmare. Leo carefully rubbed over his shell and Raph sucked in a breath, mumbling, “Leo? Whaddya doin’?”

“Just checking on everyone,” Leo murmured. “Go back to sleep.”

“Hmph. Make Don go to bed if he’s still up.”

“Got it.”

Leo walked out of the room and headed to Donny’s. As expected, he wasn’t there, so Leo hopped down to his lab.

Surprisingly, that was also empty.

Leo frowned as he stepped inside the old subway car, looking around. Some things had been knocked over. There was broken glass across the floor. The machine Donny had been working on was still humming faintly. A glass of water sat untouched. Donny’s shell cell was still on the table.

Something felt wrong.

“Don?” Leo said, stepping out of the lab.

He checked the kitchen next, but didn’t find his brother hunting through the cabinets. He didn’t find him in the storage room either, or the bathroom. He even went up to check the garage and didn’t find him.

When he stepped out of the elevator, Raph was waiting there for him, frowning.

“Somethin’ felt off,” Raph muttered before Leo could ask. “What’s Donny doin’ up in the garage?”

“He’s not,” Leo shook his head. “I’ve searched the whole place for him.”

Raph’s mouth twitched downwards. “He’s gotta be around here somewhere. Maybe he got a call from April?”

Leo took out his shell cell and called as Raph began searching the rooms. It was enough for Mikey to come ambling out yawning as April finally answered.

“Leo?” She asked, surprised. “Aren’t you guys usually asleep by now?”

“Is Donny with you?” Leo asked. “Or did you call him?”

“No.” Her frown could be heard through the phone. “Maybe he went to the junkyard? Or Casey asked him to help with something? He’ll turn back up, don’t worry so much.”

“It’s…” Leo paused. He didn’t know how to explain it. He knew something was wrong. He could feel it in his gut, in the way it was churning and twisting and tightening. His nerves felt frayed, raw, like an open wound. “I don’t know. Something feels off, April. We’ll check the junkyards and Casey’s. Thanks.”

“Sure, Leo… Are you guys alright?”

“Yeah, we’ll be fine.”

“Mikey told me about you guys seeing Bishop again. And Karai.”

Leo was quiet for a moment, before he took a breath to calm himself. “I’ll talk to you later, April. I wanna find Donny first.”

“Okay… Bye, Leo.”

“Bye.”

He took a breath and rubbed his hand over his face.

“Why would he go to the junkyard during the day?” Leo muttered. “Without his shell cell, too…”

“I can’t find him, Leo,” Raph scowled as he stalked up to him. “Where the shell did he go? Why is there broken glass in his lab?!”

“I don’t know, Raph,” Leo said quietly. “We’ll find him. Call Casey and see if he’s heard from Donny.”

“Want me to wake up Splinter?” Mikey asked.

“Not yet.” Leo frowned towards Donny’s lab. “He might’ve gone into the tunnels.”

“I’ll check the pond,” Mikey said, heading over to it. “The diving gear is still here so he can’t have gone far.”

There was a splash as Mikey dove in, and Raph dialed Casey.

Leo stood there, waiting with his breath held, watching Raph, who was looking more and more irritated by the second.

“Casey, you heard from Donny?” Raph blurted into the phone. He scowled quickly. “I dunno! I was hopin’ he’d gone over to your place or somethin’. He’s not with April, he’s not in the garage, he wouldn’t have gone out durin’ the day, he left his shell cell here–”

Raph was cut off by Casey saying something, and Leo realized how tense his shoulders were. He tried to force them to relax, to try and calm Raph as well, but he saw Mikey pop back up from the pond and shake his head as he climbed out.

Leo was becoming more and more aware that his frayed nerves felt like disconnection. Some part of him was missing that he hadn’t even noticed was there before. It made his stomach churn. He could feel it in his bones, in his throat.

Donatello wasn't there anymore.

#ame writes #asks #tmnt ghost in the shell #gits ask

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 1 year

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[5:18 pm]

(cw: included link to picture inspiration not a reflection of reader’s physical attributes)

It was a habit Chenle had developed early on in your friendship. You leave your phone unattended and find an unfortunate picture set as the new wallpaper of your phone. First, it was pictures of himself, duck face, peace signs, close ups as his eye, or shaky selfies taken in .5. As you both got closer, and as some claimed, a little flirty, the pictures became unfortunate pictures of you.

Movie nights where you fell asleep early, led to you waking up with a close up of your face with an open mouth. A day of swimming would wind up with a new wallpaper of your face mid jumping into the pool. And then there were the moments he would steal your phone from across table when you went out to eat and get a picture of you mid-bite.

You always changed the background back to what it was before Chenle got his hands on your phone, much to his annoyance. He always groaned and complained about how much you must hate him for getting rid of an act of love- but not that kind of love.

Even though you and Chenle had gotten closer, the relationship developing, it had been a while since you last picked up your phone to find an unflattering picture of yourself or Chenle. It wasn’t something that you gave much thought to, he now had access to your phone when he forced you to tell him your password, he just used your phone for YouTube or games. He was your very own iPad baby, even though he hated when you called him that.

Your hangouts had evolved with the changing of your relationship. There was a lot more lingering gazes, hands brushing against one another, embraces that were far too long for “just friends”, and flirty banter- which you both strongly denied anytime anyone else brought it up. You never brought up Chenle staring at your mouth, just like he never brought up you leaning in to “just brush the hair out of his face.”

Today, was like your typical hangouts, he came to your place, stole your food, complained loudly the show you were watching, and invaded your personal space.

“Can you get me more chips? Please,” he asked, fluttering his eyelashes as if you could ever even tell him no.

You groaned, playfully stomping away to get more snacks. It was the perfect opportunity for Chenle to snatch your phone from the arm of the couch, he missed doing this to get under your skin.

He crouched down behind the couch, his plan was to scare you and get the look on your face as the next background. He just had to hope you didn’t drop his snacks, which he really wanted, in the process of getting the picture.

He heard you getting closer, humming along with the intro of the show that was still playing on the tv behind him. He tapped at the screen to open the camera, but stopped. He fell from his squat, feeling a mix of emotions at the wallpaper.

It was a picture of the two of you taken at a party you both attended a few months back. Chenle was sitting on the ledge of the open window with a hand gently scratching down your back, while one of your arms was wrapped around his neck to keep him close. It was too loud to hear him over the music of the party you had both claimed. He remembers a flash going off from behind the two of you that night and the sneaky smirk of your friend with a camera. He just didn’t know you had ever seen or gotten the picture back.

“What are you doing down there?” You asked with a raised eyebrow, setting the snacks on the coffee table in front of the couch.

“Uh,” he swallowed, trying to calm his heart rate, “lives were restored on my game.”

You smiled at him, a smile that was reserved just for him as you settled back onto the couch right behind him. You reached for his hair, running your nails along his scalp in a way that made his heart tingle and rate pick up.

He cleared his throat and fought back the urge to run and hide, he tilted his head back to look at you, “You know I uh- like you, right?”

You nodded in response, not tearing you eyes away from the screen, “I like you too Chenle, you’re one of my best friends.”

“No, I like you as um- more than a friend, like I don’t like anyone else.”

You smiled at him once again, with that special smile and leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead, “I know, me too.”

A/N: prompt generator post!

#kpop imagines #kpop au #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #nct #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct timestamps #nct x reader #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #chenle fluff #chenle x reader #chenle timestamps #chenle imagines #chenle blurb #chenle scenarios

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