#he yelled at the top of his lungs and yanked it so hard that he almost took her arm off

[ocarinas-princess]

Been thinking a lot about how OOT Link canonically had a kid... this came to mind. The masks are most likely normal masks at this point, but I still think he'd freak out.

This is Navi by the way, she's named after Link's most beloved and invaluable friend... She was going to say that she's been researching forest stuff.

#he yelled at the top of his lungs and yanked it so hard that he almost took her arm off #i don't think i was able to get that across with my art though #he felt so terrible for snapping at her omfg #yes the mother is malon #the legend of zelda #tloz #ocarina of time #majora's mask #oot link #hero of time #oc: navi #ragan's art #ragan's posts #ragan's headcanons

[princessbrunette]

thinking about bunny being in a slightly difficult mood, grumpy, huffing and stomping her foot around tannyhill. rafe’s trying to let her have her temper tantrum since they’re a rare occurrence. but after a few hours of her sour mood not letting up, he manhandles her rove this lap to put in her bunny plug and finger her till she cries and he’s cooing at her about how “only dad can fix that little attitude huh, bun?”

oh my god??????

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he can handle the grumpiness, stomping around in little heels and huffing at minor inconveniences. sour moods never last too long with you, so having to deal with you isn’t exactly something that concerns him. however, he is a little surprised to learn that after a few hours — you’re carrying that same amount of aggression, manicured nails digging into your palm as you storm around with clenched fists, shrugging carelessly to whatever rafe asks you and bottom lip permanently jutted into a pout.

the final straw is when you go to pull your shirt from your dresser where it was folded, tugging a little too hard and hearing a tear. usually, this wouldn’t bother you. you knew deep down that it was no biggie to get something like that fixed, and rafe would never let you walk around with holes in your clothes — but the simple act of it happening sent you over the edge, screaming at the top of your lungs and repeatedly beating the shirt on the dresser, kicking your kitten-heeled feet against the wood of it until the heavy footsteps of your boyfriend had arrived behind you.

“the fuck is —” he cuts himself off, seeing the scene before him, taking in the dramatics before instantly doing what he knew should have done hours ago. in seemingly one quick movement, rafe yanks you by the arm out the way while opening the drawer and pulling out the clean bunny buttplug just waiting for usage. “alright, alright — alright!” he yells over your fussing until it was just broken whines and cries, the boy forcing you over his lap on the bed.

“its broken—” you go to yell once more as rafe yanks up your skirt, but he cuts you off quickly — asserting his dominance in hopes you’ll simply relax.

“lower your voice kid, won’t ask you again.” he commands sternly, and luckily you don’t bother again, sucking in short breaths and sniffling into the bedsheets as he works your panties off completely, knowing you won’t be needing them anymore.

you groan when rafe slots his hand beneath your throat and lifts your head with his grip, bending as much as he can to crane over you and hold the plug to your mouth. “c’mon. get it wet. don’t waste my time.” he taps your bottom lip and you sniffle, drooling until not only the metal was coated but his fingers were too from the run off. “shit, crazy girl.” he tsks as he leans back, touching the tip of it to your puckered hole. “you’re gonna calm the hell down. alright? once this is in you’re gonna chill out. i know you need me to fix that little attitude, okay i know. but you gotta use your words and not freak out on me. daddy can’t help you otherwise. yeah?” he talks to you as he pushes it in, feeling relief in the way your body melts on his lap, still sucking in harsh breaths but slower.

“yeah.” you repeat, knowing you had to say something but your brain was in melting mode, not capable of thinking of much else.

“alright. good. now, look at me — m’gonna ask you something n’i want an answer.” he demands, slowly helping your trembling body to stand between his legs. you clutch his white shirt in your fists, grounding yourself as your tearful eyes flicker over his face. you make a noise of acknowledgment so that he can continue. “what do you want? i— i can’t fix it for you baby ‘cos i don’t know what it is.” he flings out an arm, gesturing the shirt you left strewn on the floor. “is it that? do you want me to look at that? do you need a nap? food?” he shakes his head in exasperation, wide eyes searching yours with parted lips like he was really trying to figure you out.

you sniffle, shuffling on your feet as you stand inbetween his legs, his arm around your lower back keeping you leaning on him — and you’re not saying anything. he blinks, before speaking once more. “its dick. you want dick, huh?”

you didn’t know you did. truthfully, you’d been in a god awful mood all day, feeling like everything was going wrong — and in that moment things became just a little clearer as to why that might be. rafe hadn’t fucked you all week, you’d been out and about doing your own things — which is normal and okay in every relationship — just not in yours. you needed rafe to remind you who’s boss, because you didn’t wanna have to think anymore.

“please.” you nod, fiddling with his shirt button and the hand around your back slides down to beneath your skirt, tugging at the tail before massaging his fingers over your empty hole, feeling the way it gets sticky around him.

“hm. i should’a known.” he drawls, eyeing over you before plucking at your clothes. “gotta take this off, yeah? lemme see you.”

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#anon #rafe cameron prompt #bunny!reader

[pandorxxx]

Tamed

Neteyam (21) x metkayina fem reader (20)

Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSE, cursing, hair pulling, pinning, p in v, oral (for like 2 seconds), intense orgasms, (DOM NETEYAM AND IM NOT KIDDING), edging.

🔞Minors, do not interact🔞

“Bro, where is my fucking girlfriend, I’ve been trying to find her all day!” Lo’ak whined, trailing behind Neteyam as they walked towards the beach.

“Baby bro! Were you not listening when she said her and y/n had training all morning?” Neteyam chuckled, looking back at Lo’ak briefly before turning back around.

“I miss her. I just can’t get enough!” Lo’ak joked, fake crying with a hand over his heart. Neteyam rolled his eyes, laughing loudly.

“You just saw her last night!” Neteyam chuckled, gesturing calmly as he kept a steady pace in-front of his brother.

“Bro, do you not realize we lucked up on the hottest girls here! And they just so happened to be sisters?” Lo’ak sighed with joy, shaking his head with a smile.

“You’re soooo ungrateful.” Lo’ak spoke sarcastically, catching up to Neteyam.

“Oh, trust me! I’m definitely gratef-” Neteyam started, but was quickly cut off by you screaming at Tsireya in the middle of the beach.

“Y/n, You’re such a BITCH!” Tsireya shouted at you, gesturing wildly.

“You stole MY TOP, and I’m the bitch?!” You screamed, pushing her back lightly.

“Should we stop them?” Lo’ak asked, watching intently as the scene unfolded before him. Neteyam was conflicted. This was you and your sister, surely you wouldn’t try to really hurt your sister, right? Besides he really didn’t wanna get involved.

“Just give it a minute.” Neteyam spoke, holding his arm infront of lo’ak as he watched closely, waiting for the moment when he had to split you two up.

“I don’t even see what the big deal is! You weren’t wearing it ANYWAY!” She replied in anger, pushing you back. You stumbled back alittle before balling your fists up, eyes full of rage.

“IT DOESNT MATTER! the point is you went in MY CLOSET AND TOOK IT! GIVE IT BACK NOW!” You roared, shaking in anger as you tried your best not to strangle her in-front of everyone.

“NO!” Tsireya projected, crossing her arms. That was the last straw for you as you watched your hand fly across her face, sending her to the ground. Everyone around gasped, watching the handprint form on Tsireya’s face.

“Bro! get your fucking girlfriend. She just slapped mines silly!” Lo’ak yelled, running over to Tsireya. Neteyam pursed his lips in anger, walking over to you two.

“I- ahg! Fucking told you to give -ngh! me my shit back!” You grunted, choking your sister out as you straddled her.

“I-it’s not that SERIOUS!” Tsireya struggled, trying to flip you off of her, but you were too far gone in your own anger.

“IT IS THAT SERIOUS! DONT TOUCH ME STUFF!” You shouted, shaking her neck with every syllable before sending another hand across her face, even harder than the last time.

“Alright get off now!” Lo’ak shouted from behind you, trying to pull you off by your waist, but you swiftly pushed him back, making him fall to the ground. Instantly you felt two strong hands snake under your armpits, pulling you off of your sister with such ease.

“ENOUGH!” Neteyam growled, holding you back by your waist as you desperately tried to get to your sister.

“I HATE YOU!” Tsireya cried, standing to her feet with the help of lo’ak, still lunging towards you.

“I HATE YOU MORE!” You hissed, punching neteyams arm to get out of his grasp. He grabbed your tail, wrapping it around his forearm before yanking it hard. You yelped in pain, immediately stopping all movement. Lo’ak watched, instantly following neteyams lead as he yanked tsireya’s tail. Lo’ak bent down to Tsireya’s ear whispering to her as Neteyam did the same to you.

“You’re in fucking public! Calm down!” Neteyam muttered through gritted teeth.

“But she stole my toooopppp!” you whined, stomping your foot in anger like a child. He gripped your tail tighter, making you hiss in frustration.

“What did I tell you about hissing at me? HUH?!” He roared in your ear, grabbing your arm tightly.

“Tsireya is the LEAST of your worries now!” He spat, spinning you around to throw you over his shoulder. He glanced back at lo’ak dragging tsireya away by her hair.

“HANDLE THAT!” Neteyam growled, pointing to lo’ak. Lo’ak looked back briefly, still dragging Tsireya away.

“AND TAME THAT WILD ANIMAL OF YOURS!” Lo’ak chuckled, yanking Tsireya harder before turning away.

The walk to your hut was filled with kicking and screaming as you desperately tried to get Neteyam to put you down. You finally made it, as he slammed the door behind him, placing you on the ground.

“What the fuck is your problem? Why are you fighting your sister like that?” He asked surprisingly calm, with his hands on his hips. You paced back and forth, face balled up in anger.

“I TOLD YOU! SHE STOLE MY FUCKING TOP! AND YOU JUST TOOK HER SIDE!” You screamed, still pacing back and forth as your arms crossed around your chest.

“I DID NOT! bottom line is, you cannot CHOKE your sister out!” He shouted, gesturing angrily as he watched you burn a whole in the ground.

“TIS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!” You shouted sternly, stopping all movement as you watched him cross his arms.

“Ohhh, but it is my business! YOU ARE MY BUSINESS!” He growled, hitting his chest with force.

“Fuck you, Neteyam. Get out.” You whispered with a clenched jaw, pointing at him before turning around. His eyes grew narrow, tilting his head as he huffed with each breath.

“What did you say to me?” He whispered, walking closer to you at an agonizingly slow pace. You turned around, meeting him halfway.

“I said GET OUT!” you yelled, hitting his chest hard, but of course he didn’t budge, not even an inch.

“No! The first part. Repeat that FIRST PART.” He commanded, turning his head slightly to hear you clearly.

“FUCK…Y-”you were cut off by neteyams strong hand wrapping around your neck with much force, almost knocking the wind out of you.

“Now, I’ve let you scream at me, HISS at me, hit me, but I draw the line at blatant disrespect, princess.” He whispered with low growls rumbling in his chest, as he was only inches away from your lips.

“No one’s bold enough to put you in your place, and it shows. But you’ve finally met your fucking match.” He hissed, poking you in the chest with the ball of his finger. You pouted up at him with your ocean eyes, trying to get out of the trouble you were in.

“That sad face of yours is not going to get you out of this.” He growled, picking you up to throw you on the cot. You instantly shuffled around, trying to crawl away from him, but you were too slow. Neteyam grabbed your arms, pinning them behind your back before shifting your hips up to meet his pelvis.

“Ngh! I just want my top baaaaack!” You whined, throwing your head down into the cot to muffle your whimpering. He ripped your loincloth off before ripping his, throwing both of them to the side.

“Shut up about that FUCKING TOP!” He growled, slamming into you with no remorse. You screamed at the force, trying to wiggle your arms out of his grasp.

“Stay still!” He shouted, thrusting into you hard and deep. Your scrunched your face up as the pleasure washed over you, becoming too much tohandle.

“Neteyammmm pleaseeee!” You whined, as your salty tears found there way to the corners of your mouth. You could feel him piercing through your soul, searching your guts for an apology.

“Say sorry, RIGHT NOW!” He grunted, holding your dainty hands behind your back, while his other hand pulled your hair.

“Mmm-ughh! No!” You spat, trying desperately not to fall into his trap. You weren’t one to be tamed, but Neteyam knew exactly how to get you under control.

“NO? Did you just tell me NO?” He growled, growing angrier as he thrusted into you faster. The pace he was going was unbearable, you felt like you were going to explode at any second.

“Sllll- oooww down!” You moaned as your vision blurred from your constant flow of tears. You could feel your orgasm approaching fast, and you knew it was going to be intense.

“You’ve got something you want to say first?” He shouted, pushing your head back down onto the cot, holding it there. Your ears were ringing from the impact, and your legs were going numb. Your whole body was tingling as you felt the knot in your stomach unraveling slowly.

“I-IM SORRYY NETEYAM!” You cried loudly, before deliriously gnawing at the material of the cot, trying desperately to find some relief elsewhere.

“SAY *thrust* IT *thrust* AGAIN! *thrust*” he shouted, thrusting into you so hard that your numb legs gave out under him.

“I-I CANT MOVE!” You whined, trembling in his grasp. He pulled your hips back towards him harshly, sliding into your sensitive cunt again.

“DONT EVER DISRESPECT ME AGAIN! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!” He roared, smacking your ass multiple times, leaving handprints all across you.

“YESSSS!” You screamed, tears burning your sensitive cheeks. Your legs gave out again, this time with your orgasm following. Your eyes crossed, as you convulsed under him, squirting everywhere. He watched you lose it with his bottom lip in between his teeth.

“Mhmm, just like that. NOW GET UP!” He growled, smacking your ass again. You tried to pull yourself up, but you fell back to the cot everytime, crying with every attempt as you were scared of Neteyam’s reaction.

“I c-can’t feel my legs!” You cried into the cot, lazily crawling away from him with the strength of your dainty arms. He flipped you over, picking you up by your thighs before walking you over to the wall. He glared at you hungrily, eyeing you up and down with lustful eyes.

“please don’t do this to me! I-I can’t take anymore!” You strained, shaking your head from side to side as tears streamed down your face again.

“You’re so pretty when you beg, you know that?” He asked, kissing your neck, leaving hickeys all over. He gently put you on your feet as he held you by your waist, turning you to face the wall. Your knees buckled, and he quickly grabbed you.

“Upside down, NOW!” He growled. Your eyes widened at the memories of that position, and the way you always seemed to black out afterwards.

“Neteyam, I-I can’t p-” you panicked before being cut off. “Your legs are numb, right? I’ll hold them for you. Now BEND…OVER!” He muttered through gritted teeth, backing you up enough for you to bend down. You bent down hesitantly, placing your hands flat on the ground. He instantly lifted your legs, bringing your crotch to his.

“I have a feeling this will never happen again, am I correct?” He asked sarcastically, sliding into you before thrusting slowly.

“YESSS! It won’t happen again! I’m sorry!” You whined, feeling the blood rushing to your head. He speed up his pace, using your ass as leverage to destroy you. He hit your sweet-spot with every thrust, sending a wave of overwhelming pleasure your way.

“N-Neteyam! m’ gonna f-fall!” You stuttered feeling your arms trembling under you. He slapped your ass, rolling his hips into you, making your mouth fly opened.

“You better hold on, because I’m not DONE YET!” He growled. You couldn’t even speak, or rebuttal. You were too busy trying to find the breath that Neteyam took away.

“Nothing to say? That’s a fucking first!” He chuckled, watching your sticky pelvises meet with every thrust. You finally caught your breath with a loud gasp, screaming out as you felt your orgasm coming again.

“mmmm FUCK!” You screamed in between thrusts, feeling slightly woozy from the position. You decided to milk it though, hoping he would ease up on you.

“N-Neteyam, I-I’m gonna pass out like l-last time.” you said breathlessly, trembling under him. He shook his head at your attempts to get out of your current situation.

“Pass out then, I’m not stopping!” He grinned, spitting down onto your cunt. He felt you clenching around him, signaling that you were about to cum, and he wasn’t too far behind you.

“You’re gonna m-make me cum again!” You whined as your eyes rolled back, twitching around his torso. As soon as he felt you clench around him again, he pulled out of you.

“Ohhh Neteyam! Pleaseee!” You begged, as you felt your orgasm slowly disappearing.

“Have you learned your lesson, y/n?” He asked, bending down to French kiss your cunt, sucking on your clit. Your arms were really trembling now, as you moaned loudly, nodding at his question. He pulled away, wiping his mouth before poking at your entrance with his tip to tease you.

“I want you to go and talk to your sister when we’re done. Make it right, ok?” He spoke softly, smacking your ass again.

“YES, YES! I’LL TALK TO HER!” You submitted, nodding your head again. He slid back into you, and you instantly felt your orgasm approaching again. He sped up his pace, chasing his as well. All that could be heard was loud moans, and skin clapping against each other.

“Cummingggg!” You screamed, balling your face up in pleasure as your squirted all over his lower abdomen and chest.

“Mhmmm, good girl! Im almost there!” He grunted, focusing only on the movement of your ass as it slapped against him. Your arms were becoming numb, as they shook violently under you.

“NETEYAMM, IM GONNA FALL!” You whined, as stars flooded your vision. He leaned back alittle, lifting some of the pressure off of your hands as he threw his head back.

“FUUUUCK!” He growled, pulling out of you to spew his thick cum on your ass. His eyes rolled back, jerking his cock to milk himself dry.

“m-my arms are numb! Lift me up pleaseee!” You pleaded. On command, he put your legs on the ground, lifting you up by your hair.

“Are you done being a fucking brat? Never again right?” He whispered in your ear, tugging on your long hair.

“Never again, I swear…”

Wheeewww chileeee! New position unlocked 🔓. Idk I got high and was like “let’s put this bitch UPSIDE DOWN!” lmfaooo. As always, I love y’all to death, and I’ll talk to y’all later!!!

Outtie❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

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[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 72

Part 1 Part 71

They’re in the Upside-Down, but it barely registers. Because Steve’s here now, and his eyelids are still twitching as smoke spirals into his mouth and nose as he shakes like he’s suffocating.

Will screams, taking a step away before Eddie latches onto his hand, hard enough that his knuckles creak. “No!” he yells, barely audible past the sound of wind rushing by their ears. “Don’t let go of him!”

Will squeezes Eddie’s hand back, pushing the tops of his fingers into Steve’s cheek while he inches forward to snatch Steve’s slack hand. “I’ve got him!”

Eddie drops his hand, freeing Will while he keeps his other hand on Steve’s throat. Still holding on, Will turns, looking up at the thing he hadn’t been able to even catch a glimpse of from the floor of Steve’s closet.

It’s bigger than he imagined. So big it’s entirely blocked out the red of the sky. So big, if it has a face, he can’t see it. One of the thing’s legs is raised toward them, smoke spiraling off of it and around Steve’s face.

Will grabs his hand and pulls, trying to get him away from the looming threat, hoping to get him a breath of fresher air. His feet don’t even budge.

“Eddie!” he screams, over the sound of smoke spiraling by and his own blood pounding through his ears. “What do we do?”

Eddie doesn’t look away from where he’s staring at Steve’s face, mouth moving but whatever he’s saying, it’s too quiet for Will to hear. Will stares at him, waiting, hoping. He squeezes Steve’s hand, desperate to provide comfort in this situation that lacks any comfort at all.

He can’t hear the slap of Eddie’s hand against Steve’s cheek, but it’s hard enough to send his head to the side. When nothing happens, Eddie does it again. Then he’s screaming. “Don’t fucking do this to me again!” Eddie yells, a hand at his throat, the other on his cheek. It’s intimate enough that Will feels like he should look away. He doesn’t.

Eddie caresses Steve’s cheek, moving his hand over Steve’s mouth and hands, trying to suffocate him more gently than the looming monster is. But, the tendrils of smoke trickle past his hand, entering Steve anyway. Eddie starts crying, big, racking sobs that are audible past the everything of this terrible moment.

“Eddie?” Will calls, terrified suddenly that this is the moment he loses them both. His connection to Steve is already dimming, fading into smoke. He doesn’t know what’ll happen if Eddie’s starts fading too.

Steve’s barely moving at all anymore, like there’s no room in him for movement anymore – just smoke. “Eddie, please,” he calls, reaching out for the hem of his vest before it’s yanked out of his hand.

He turns, wide-eyed, ready to face the thing, mouth squeezed shut to keep the smoke out. But it’s not smoke he sees. It’s Mike, looking horrified, warm hand squeezing Will’s wrist painfully.

He’s back.

Will whips his head back around, hope blooming violently in his lungs. But, Steve’s still just standing there, eyes fluttering, Eddie similarly motionless, hand on Steve’s neck. He can still feel them, but Steve’s connection is dimming, tarnished compared to Eddie’s shining light.

He doesn’t think, just acts. His arms are around Eddie’s waist, his friends shouting behind him as he pulls Eddie away with all his might. Eddie stumbles back, just enough that his hand breaks free as he gasps back to life.

Will’s tether to Steve flickers in and out, like Eddie’s presence by his side had been the only thing keeping him anchored in this world at all. Eddie must feel it too, the “no!” wrenched from his throat sounds like jagged glass. “Fuck you!”

He hears the slap loud and clear this time. It’s sharp and stinging enough to send Will stumbling back into Mike’s arms. He barely notices the holds warmth because Steve’s head whips to the side hard enough that the momentum sends him to the ground.

Eddie follows him down, body still wracked with sobs as he crouches over Steve, who’s kneeling awkwardly on the ground, hands fisted into the grass. But Steve’s eyes are open, and he’s holding his own cheek like it hurts. “Did you just slap me, dude?” he asks.

Eddie lunges, tackling Steve fully to the ground and wrapping his arms around him, ignoring his litany of, “ow, ow, ow’s” to bury his face into Steve’s neck. His face is hidden, but his shoulders are still shaking.

“Uh,” Steve says, looking down at him, absolutely bewildered. “There, there.” He runs his fingers through Eddie’s hair, grimacing when he gets caught on a tangle.

The sight of the pair of them crumpled together on the ground is getting far too familiar for Will’s liking. He never wants to see it again, would give up a lot for it, in fact. But, as he drops to his knees, hands hovering over both their broad backs, he knows in the marrow of his bones that this isn’t the end.

Something had its clutches in Steve, and he could feel it still, even now, in the way his connection is dimmed and murky, but blessedly still there. He’d seen it entering Steve, and he doubted it’d be leaving without a fight. Whatever it is.

Still, Will lets himself be pulled between Steve and Eddie’s bodies, uncaring of the spectacle they’re making in front of the school, ignoring the badgering of his friends behind him. He smashes his face into Steve’s chest hard enough to hurt and hopes this moment will last forever.

Part 73

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[slut4thebroken]

Bully stepbro!Neil pt. 1

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Pairing | Stepbro!Neil Lewis x reader

Summary | Your stepbrother likes to bully you… His all time favorite way to do that is with wedgies.

Warnings | Heavy on the humiliation lol, wedgies, lots of ‘em, that’s what the whole fic is lol, degradation, dubious consent, crying, pretend he’s actually strong enough to do this lmao

Words | 2.4 k

Notes | You guys fr need to stop encouraging me💀 Also I couldn’t decide on a gif lol since it’s not one full story but a bunch of little things, so I decided to put them at the beginning of each one :)

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

“Give me the remote.” He said as he flopped down on the couch next to you. 

“No. My dad said I can use the tv today.” You hid the remote under the blanket, trying to keep it away from him. 

“Yeah well he’s not here is he?” You bit your lip and looked away from him with a scowl. “Give it.” He ordered, only making you more defiant. 

“No.” 

“Stop being a brat and just give it to me.” He snapped. 

“No!” You watched him let out a heavy breath through his nose as he clenched his jaw. Before you could even blink, he was lunging at you. “Stop it!” You yelled, trying to push him away. The blanket covering you and the remote fell off in the process and you kept struggling as he tried to over power you. 

Finally he grabbed your wrists and slammed you down onto the couch, making the remote fall to the floor. He let go of one of your wrists to reach for it and you brought your hand down to push at the arm holding himself up. Both of you grunted when he landed on top of you, but he kept reaching, so you used that to your advantage and rolled him off the couch, letting you have a chance to try and take it back. Part of your torso was off the couch as you tried to grab it and as soon as Neil got up from the floor, he was attacking again. 

What you didn’t expect was for his hands to go down toward your hips and grab your underwear. You screamed on the first hard pull and he did it again, this time pulling you off the couch. 

“What the hell?! Stop it!” You yelled, trying to crawl away from him, but he just got to his feet and stood over you, lightly stepping on your back to hold you in place as he got a better grip on your underwear. He started pulling again, lifting your hips off the ground as you screamed. The pain was like nothing you’ve ever felt before. The burning was so bad it brought tears to your eyes that didn’t take long to fall. 

“Neil, stop!” You cried out. “I’m sorry! You can have the remote,” 

“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.” He said simply. 

“I have! Please!” Your voice was cracking now that you were crying. He continued pulling, bouncing your hips up and down, each one forcing a sound of pain out of you. When he got bored, he yanked as hard as he could one final time, then suddenly let go. You dropped onto the floor with a startled grunt and watched him bend down to pick up the remote before sitting on the couch again. Your sobs quieted a little and you started sniffling, not getting up from the floor yet. 

“Can you go cry in the other room?” He huffed, getting annoyed. 

“That hurt, Neil.” You’ve never sounded so pathetic before. 

“Good. It was supposed to.” He shrugged with a small smirk. “Go put ice on it or something— I don’t really care. But at least just shut up so I can actually watch.” 

“What are you doing?” He asked as he walked into the room. 

“Just making some lunch.” You shrugged and he hummed in response. You waited for him to say something, but he just kept staring at you. After another minute, he finally spoke. 

“How long’s it been, huh?” He asked curiously, making your brows scrunch together in confusion. 

“What?” 

“You know… Since we’ve had the whole house to ourselves.” You stiffened, worrying about where he was going with this. 

“Oh… Yeah, a while I guess.” You said nervously. 

“Well, do you want to do anything? You don’t have any friends and all of my friends think you’re weird so we could just have some brother-sister bonding time.” He suggested teasingly. If you were facing him, he probably would’ve winked. 

“I was just gonna read and catch up on some homework.” You were really hoping he’d just let this go and leave you alone… but when has he ever passed up an opportunity to mess with you? 

“God,” he groaned exaggeratedly, “this is why you don’t have any friends. I mean seriously, who does homework on a Saturday night?” 

“What do you even want to do?” You sighed, knowing he wouldn’t stop. 

“I can think of one thing…” As soon as you realized what he meant, you turned around, finding him already walking toward you. 

“No, Neil— Neil, please don’t.” You whined, but it was already too late. He turned you around to face away from him, then immediately reached in the back of your pants for your underwear and yanked them up. You cried out when he pulled hard enough to lift you off the ground for a second. “Ow! Neil, stop!” You yelled, trying to push his hands away. 

“If you don’t want to be wedgied then you shouldn’t act like a nerd.” He snickered, pulling harder. “You're lucky I don’t feel like putting in the effort to get it around your shoulders or over your head.” He gave one last yank, much harder than all of the previous ones, then let you go. You had to cling to the counter for support so that you didn’t fall. Before walking out, he grabbed the plate of food you made for yourself. “Have fun with your homework, nerd.” 

You were reaching as high as you could, trying to get something from the top shelf of the pantry, but your fingers barely brushed the shelf. 

“Need a hand?” Before you could respond he was getting a good grip on your underwear and pulling them up until your feet barely touched the ground, making you scream. “Oh come on, you still have to reach for it.” He kept bouncing you, over and over again, never giving you a proper chance to try and grab it. Tears were welling up in your eyes from the burn now, but he didn’t stop. “Come on, nerd. Reach higher.” You heard the loud tearing before you felt the intense burn, then fell to the ground. “Holy shit!” He laughed loudly, holding your ripped underwear in his hands. “How much did that hurt, huh?” He smirked. 

“Just give it back and leave me alone.” Your frown only encouraged him. 

“No, I think I want a trophy.” He started stuffing your underwear in his pocket and you leaned up to reach for them, but he pushed you back down by your forehead. “Once you get whatever it was you were reaching for, make me something too. All of that pulling really took a lot out of me.” He started walking out, then stopped when he was in the doorway, giving you a condescending smile. “Oh and you might try using a stool, idiot.” 

You were sitting on the couch, reading and trying to relax, but you sighed loudly when you heard his footsteps growing closer. Neil walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch, throwing his feet up to lay down and almost kicking you in the process. 

“Clean my room by tonight. My mom told me to do it, but I don’t really feel like it.” He ordered casually, as he turned on the tv. The demand immediately made your blood boil— you’re sick of putting up with this. 

“No! You can clean it yourself.” You said firmly, making him turn his head to look at you. 

“Excuse me?” His tone made you falter. 

“I-I’m not your maid. You can clean your own room.” Your voice was far less confident this time. 

“Fine.” He shrugged with a smile, standing up and walking closer to you. When he grabbed you and started pulling you over the arm of the couch, you kicked and squirmed, but it was no use. As soon as your hips were resting on it, he grabbed your underwear and pulled as hard as he could. You screamed and tried to get out of his hold, but all he did was push his knee against your back to keep you against the outside of the couch, with your face almost on the floor. He let you continue kicking your legs— it barely did anything anyway. 

“Stop it! Neil!” You cried, screaming even louder. You wished at least one of your parents was home right now, but of course they just had to have a date night. 

“You need to watch your fucking mouth when you’re talking to me, nerd.” He punctuated his warning with another forceful tug. 

“Let go! You’re hurting me— let go!” You yelled as you flailed, trying to escape the pain. He ignored you and kept pulling until tears were burning your eyes. After a while, he let go and yanked you up by your hair, using the momentum to throw you backwards so you were now laying on the couch. When he sat on your chest you finally understood. “No— Neil, no! Please, don’t! I’m sorry!” Your begging fell on deaf ears. The first pull for the frontal wedgie had you screaming as your tears finally fell. 

“Stop it! Neil, I’m sorry— please stop!” You cried, voice breaking with the tears. 

“Do you ever stop talking?” He asked with annoyance and you didn’t know what to say, so you didn’t say anything. He continued with that until you were sobbing and incoherently begging him to stop. When he stood up, you thought he was finally giving you mercy, but that hope was gone in an instant as he pulled you to your feet. He grabbed the leg holes on either side of your hips and started bouncing you up and down, stretching it more and more as you cried loudly, pleading with him to stop. You’ve never felt pain like this before in your entire life. 

Once your underwear was level with your chest, he maneuvered your arms through each leg hole and pulled harder, stretching them even more so they were resting on your shoulders. When he dragged you by your hair, your crying got even more intense. He finally landed at the door to his room and shoved you inside. 

“I’m gonna watch you clean my room and you’re not going to take that off unless you want me to hang you up somewhere overnight.” 

“Neil, I’m sorry.” You whimpered through the sobs. “I’ll clean it— just please,” Neil looked around the room, picking up the first thing he saw; a pair of boxers on his bed. You had no idea if they were clean or dirty and you also had no idea what he was planning on doing with them, so you took a step away from him in fear. 

“Open up, nerd.” He walked toward you and you staggered back even more, finally understanding his plan. 

“No— I won’t say anything. Or cry. I’ll be quiet.” You begged, letting out a choked sob when he forced the fabric in your mouth anyway. He stuffed all of it past your lips, then gave you a light slap on your cheek, making you flinch. 

“Start cleaning.” He smirked, walking back over to the bed and laying propped up by his pillows, relaxing as if he was getting ready to watch his favorite film. 

You knew Neil liked films, especially old ones… but you just found them so incredibly boring. You do your best to get out of watching any with him, but this time it didn’t work. So you were sitting next to him on the couch, trying to pay attention. All the film succeeded in doing was making you even more sleepy. 

“Are you even watching?” Your eyes snapped open as soon as you heard him. 

“Y-yes. I am— I’m watching.” He scoffed, clearly not believing you. “I’m sorry, Neil. It won’t happen again.” 

“No. You know what? If you don’t want to watch, that’s fine by me.” Your stomach was already churning at just the thought of where he was going with this. Before you even had time to react he was pushing you down onto the couch and sitting on your upper back with your arms raised by your head, unable to bring them down. 

“I said I’m sorry!” You started kicking and trying to buck him off of you, but he was undeterred. “Neil, please!” Your words cut off into a scream when he used all of his strength to pull your underwear up. No matter how hard you cried or struggled, he kept pulling, leaning back and using his body weight to get more force. He only stopped once he needed more room. 

Making sure he was holding down your arms with his legs, he shuffled backwards over your head until he was sitting on the couch close enough where if you lifted your head, your face would be inches from his crotch. As soon as you tried squirming away, he yanked on your underwear again, making your body go limp from the pain as you cried. You kept your face buried in the couch, not able to move it anywhere else, but it was getting hard to breathe with how much you were sobbing. You kicked and screamed uselessly, unable to do anything other than take it. 

“Lift your head, nerd.” You kept your face firmly against the couch, which prompted him to roughly fist your hair and yank your head back. He shuffled forward because he knew that once he let go of your hair, you wouldn’t be able to put your head back down without it going in his crotch. He kept pulling and you kept crying, your sounds much louder now. 

Without any warning, he pulled hard enough to lift your hips off the couch, then put the fabric over your head, covering your forehead and eyes. 

“Stop it!” You cried, trying to pull your hands out from under him, but he wouldn’t budge. “Take it off! Please take it off,” Your sobbing intensified, making him laugh loudly. 

“You didn’t want to watch. Now you don’t have to.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. 

“I’m sorry! Please take it off— it hurts!” 

“What hurts? This?” He leaned over you and you screamed again when his crotch pushed against your face, forcing you to smell his musk. The scream only got louder when he grabbed the underwear from above your lower back and pulled a few times. After a few seconds, he sat back down on the couch and resumed the movie. “Don’t be such a cry baby.” 

Part 2

(Part 2 will be a lil smuttier btw 😼)

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Anger Issues

MinHyunIN x fem!reader

2.4k+ words

Synopsis: You had a particularly rough day and you ended up blowing up on Jeongin while you were hanging out with him, Lee Know, and Hyunjin at the dance studio. Lee Know gave you the opportunity to apologize, but you refused, resulting in a rather interesting punishment between them.

Warning! Smut below the cut! MDNI! unprotected sex, oral sex (M receiving, F receiving kinda), aggressive behavior, pet names, slight degradation, climax control/denial, if I missed anything feel free to let me know.

“Yah! Don’t yell at our baby bread like that!” Lee Know shouted as he crossed the dance studio. Hyunjin followed him, albeit hesitantly, and gave you a warning look as he pushed his hair from his face. You weren’t expecting them to intervene.

You turned your glare towards Lee Know and scoffed. “This is a private conversation.”

Hyunjin furrowed his brows at you. “It stopped being private when you started yelling at Jeongin like that, y/n.”

You rolled your eyes at them, giving Jeongin one last glare before turning away to grab your stuff from the couch. “Whatever,” you mumbled.

Before you reached your bag and jacket, you felt a hand in your long hair. You didn’t have time to react before it closed in a fist, grasping onto a handful of your hair and yanking back. You gasped, reaching up to grab the wrist of the perpetrator.

You whimpered as you were pulled around, coming face to face with Lee know. He gave you a dangerous look before tugging your hair back and exposing your neck. You felt your knees turn weak from the action, feeling very small under his gaze. You couldn’t help but squirm slightly.

“I don’t think so, kitten,” he purred, his tone was very condescending. “You aren’t leaving until you apologize to Jeongin.”

You stared at him, clenching your jaw in refusal to his demand. For a split second you looked to the other two men, noting their expressions. Hyunjin had his brows furrowed and his arms crossed, his weight shifted to one side as he watched the scene. Jeongin had a worried look, but you could tell he wasn’t going to intervene himself.

You directed your eyes back at Lee Know, his eyebrows raised expectantly. “Or what?” You asked through gritted teeth.

His face relaxed, making your stomach flip. You knew when he portrayed calmness, it was more dangerous. He sighed before looking back at Hyunjin and shrugging slightly. Hyunjin nodded, walking over to the dance room door and locking it before joining them again. He grabbed Jeongin by the arm, directing him to sit on the couch. Jeongin gave the two elder boys a confused look.

“What’s going on?” Jeongin asked.

“Just sit there and watch the show, maknae,” Lee Know said nonchalantly.

Hyunjin walked over and grabbed your wrists, securing them behind your back with his belt. You tried to tug your arms from him, failing in your efforts. Once you were secure, he grabbed your upper arm and pulled you from Lee Know’s grasp.

“What-“ you began, only to be slammed against the wall by Hyunjin, his hand firmly against your neck. Your breath left your lungs from the impact for a second before his mouth was devouring yours aggressively.

 You felt his hand move slightly higher, gripping onto your jaw tightly to keep you from turning away while his other hand roamed under your tank top to your breasts. Once his hand found purchase on your right breast, he moved your bra away and began pinching your nipple hard.

You tried to squirm away, whimpering at how aggressive he was being with you. He slipped his knee between your legs, making it harder for you to escape. His body had you caged in and pinned to the wall.

He bit your bottom lip rather hard before pulling away and staring down at you. You were breathing hard at this point, a mix of fear and arousal flowing through your body. Hyunjin wasted no time as he leaned in and began biting and sucking on your neck, down your collar bone and to your chest. He quickly lifted your tank top and bra out of the way as his mouth found your neglected breast. He bit and sucked on your nipple, still pinching and abusing the other.

“H-Hyunjin!” You stuttered. You felt hands on the waist band of your pants as Hyunjin continued his assault. You looked down to find Lee Know crouched in between you and Hyunjin, toying with you. “You wouldn’t,” you breathed, directing your words at Lee Know.

Lee Know shimmied your pants down, taking your panties with them, and stared at your core in admiration. “Oh, kitten is already so wet, Hyunjinnie.” This caused Hyunjin to stop and look down, smirking proudly. Lee Know smirked as well, before sliding a finger through your soaked folds slowly. You couldn’t help but sigh with pleasure.

“Hyung, let me feel,” Hyunjin whispered. He reached down and did just as Lee Know did, but entering your heat as he did so before pulling out and sucking on his finger. He hummed and closed his eyes.

You watched in disbelief as he cleaned his finger with his tongue, just before Lee Know pushed him back to replace Hyunjin with himself. He stared at you as he reached down to tease your wetness again, gauging your reaction. You clenched your jaw, but your eyes fluttered slightly at the sensation.

“You like that, kitten?” Lee Know teased.

You regained your composure and glared at him. “Why are you doing this to me?”

Lee Know hummed, “Because you need to be punished for yelling at our maknae.” He slowly reached up with his free hand, wrapping it around your neck and gently squeezing. “Unless you decide to apologize to him.”

You shook your head, your pride taking over, essentially giving consent for him to move forward with his plans of punishment. You glanced over at Jeongin, silently pleading for him to stop this madness. He ignored your pleading expression, staring in awe at the scene that was playing out before him. You could see the tent forming in his gray sweatpants. You mentally cursed yourself.

Lee Know sighed, playing off his disappointment. “Then I guess Hyunjin and I will just have to have our fun with you until you learn your lesson.”

Within a blink of an eye, Lee Know pulled you from the wall and bent you over the arm of the couch, making you face Jeongin. You groaned from the rough impact. Lee Know held you in place with one hand, while his other hand worked to free his cock from his pants. You looked to your left, finding Hyunjin pumping his own cock in his hand. Your stomach did a little flip as you felt Lee Know line himself up with your entrance.

In one swift motion, Lee Know slammed into you, making you gasp and jerk forward slightly. He grabbed a fistful of your hair again, lifting you slightly. You watched as Hyunjin kneeled on the couch in front of you, his cock inches from your face. He was still pumping his fist around it slowly. You looked up at him and saw the smirk on his face as he forced his cock into your mouth.

You unconsciously clenched around Lee Know, making him moan softly. “Fuck, Hyunjin, she’s enjoying this.”

Hyunjin moaned as well as he pumped his cock into your mouth, Lee Know still holding your head in place by your hair. After a few thrusts, your head was pushed forward, making you choke and gag on Hyunjin’s cock. He moaned and whimpered at the feeling of your throat contracting around him. “Oh, God,” he breathed.

As Hyunjin continued to thrust in your mouth, you felt Lee Know begin to thrust into your cunt. This caused you to gasp around Hyunjin and whimper, earning a chuckle from both boys and a whimper from Jeongin.

You took this opportunity to glance over at him, finding him with his hand in his pants. He was pumping his fist slowly as he watched his hyungs fuck you. He made eye contact with you, his eyebrows furrowed from the pleasure he was supplying himself. A breathy moan escaped his lips as he continued to watch you suck on Hyunjin’s cock, and Lee Know slamming his hips against your ass.

“So good,” Hyunjin moaned. “Gonna cum down your throat and make you gag on it.” He replaced Lee Know’s hand with his own, grasping your hair hard as he thrust harder and faster into your mouth. His cock kept abusing the back of your throat, making you gag more.

Lee Know groaned, speeding up. “Fuck, the way she clenches every time she gags…she’s already so tight, Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin chuckled before thrusting deep, cumming down your throat with a loud growl. You gagged a couple more times, feeling his hot seed slide down your throat. His cock twitched in your mouth before he finally pulled out and released you. Some of his cum spilled from your lips as you caught your breath.

Jeongin appeared in front of you seconds later, wiping the cum from your lips and forcing you to lick his finger clean. He smirked at you as you complied. “Such a good slut,” he whispered to you. Your walls clenched hard at his praise.

“Oh, fuck, Innie! What did you say to her? She just squeezed my dick hard!” Lee Know stopped, trying to get some of his composure back.

Jeongin looked up at his hyung innocently. “I just called her a good slut, that’s all.”

Hyunjin looked up at the elder boy. “I think you should let Jeongin have his turn, hyung. After all, he is the one she yelled at earlier.”

Lee Know nodded, pulling out of you and giving your ass a slap for good measure. You couldn’t fight it at this point, your body felt spent even though you hadn’t came once. Your legs were shaking and weak from the abuse they gave you.

Jeongin pulled his pants down, taking a seat on the couch. His cock sprung free, standing tall and angry. He patted his lap, looking at you expectantly. When you only stared back at him, Lee Know forced you up. With Hyunjin’s help, your pants and panties were removed completely, and you were forced onto Jeongin’s lap. He lined his cock with your entrance before he forced you down onto him.

You moaned from the sensation of the position, throwing your head back. Jeongin moaned as well, his eyebrows furrowing again from the pleasure. Despite the pleasure, you refused to move. You wanted to keep your pride, even though that was probably broken long ago.

Jeongin wasted no time in gripping your hips, keeping you in place as he began thrusting hard and fast into your warm cunt. You gasped, his cock hitting your g-spot every thrust. As he pounded into you, you felt arms wrap around you from behind. You looked up to find Hyunjin, his fingers finding your sensitive clit.

“Fuck!” You gasped out. “M’gonna cum! Please!”

“Stop.” Lee Know said. Both boys stopped their menstruations. You whined, breathing heavy and glaring at Lee Know. “She’s not allowed to cum.”

“What the fuck, Lee Know?!” You shouted.

He smirked at you, motioning for the other two to continue while he slowly pumped his fist on his cock. “This is a punishment, kitten. You aren’t cumming until all three of us cum. Hyunjin already came, but Jeongin and I still have to get off.”

Jeongin sighed as he began thrusting again. “I won’t last too much longer, hyung. She’s so fucking tight.”

You held back a moan, biting your lip as you felt him hitting your g-spot again. How in the hell were you supposed to not cum when Jeongin was hitting that spot over and over? There was no way. You tried angling your hips differently, only for Jeongin to grip you tighter and hold you in place. Your eyes began to flutter and roll back in your head. You could feel your climax building faster this time.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Jeongin moaned loud, his thrusts stopping as his cock twitched inside of you. He let out a breathy moan. You whined again in frustration as your climax slowly disappeared. This torture was going to drive you crazy.

After Jeongin removed himself from you, you were lifted from his lap to be placed on the couch. You were laying on your arms as Lee Know hovers above you, his cock nudging your entrance. “I’m not going to go easy on you, kitten, but I’ll give you one last chance. Apologize to Jeongin and I’ll let you cum.”

You hesitated, thinking. You already got this far, though, so you shook your head. Lee Know scoffed before thrusting into your sensitive cunt. You screamed, feeling the stretch from him. He kept his word, pounding into you with a vigor you couldn’t have imagine. He grunted and moaned, making some of the filthiest sounds you have ever heard.

Just when you thought you were about to cum, he pulled out and watched you as it dissipated. This happened about four times before you started to cry tears of frustration. Lee Know smirked, before pounding into you again.

“Awe, is our kitten getting frustrated? Do you wanna cum?” His tone was sickening sweet, but you knew better.

“Please,” your voice quivered. “Please, Lee Know. So sensitive.”

He continued pounding into you, his pace faltering just a bit. You knew that meant he was close. He moaned and growled as his climax grew. After a few more thrusts, he growled through clenched teeth and came, but he continued to thrust hard.

“Your turn, kitten. Cum for us,” he whispered. His brows furrowed from the forced overstimulation he was giving himself.

It didn’t take long for you to relax into his movements. You started gasping, feeling the build up of your climax grow bigger and bigger. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! M’gonna cum!”

Within seconds, Lee Know pulled out only to replace his cock with his fingers. He thrust them inside of you hard and fast, purposely hitting your g-spot and abusing it. Your eyes rolled back, your body shook, and your mouth fell open with a loud scream as you came hard. You didn’t realize it at first, but once your mind cleared from the haze your orgasm gave you, you discovered you squirted all over Lee Know and the couch.

Your body jerked from the aftermath as you looked down at Lee Know, a proud smirk on his face and his eyebrows raised. He glanced back up at you, his smug smirk making you wish you could smack him. He kept eye contact with you as he slowly leaned down and gave your pussy a long, slow lick. You shuddered and gasped, trying to move your hips away from him.

He leaned up, hovering over you and smiling down at you. “You still won’t apologize will you, kitten?” You watched him, unwilling to answer. He glanced at Hyunjin and smirked. “Looks like our job here isn’t done.”

Your eyes grew wide as you quickly looked at Jeongin. “I’m sorry, Jeongin. Please forgive me.”

Lee Know chuckled before forcing you to look back at him. “That’s our good little slut.”

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*AN* I tagged the person who requested and a few others who I thought would enjoy this. I don't quite feel as confident with this one, but I just can't seem to get any further with it so I'll be happy with what I have created thus far. Might do a re-write in the future??? Not sure yet! Please enjoy and feel free to give me feedback!

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[otdiaftg]

The Raven King - Chapter Fourteen

Day: Saturday, December 16th Time: 7:45 PM EST

Neil didn't have words, so he answered with his fist. He didn't have a lot of room to swing but he made do and caught Riko right in his vulgar mouth. It knocked Riko back a step, giving Neil a little more space, and Neil caught him in the eye next. He lunged away from the table and slammed into Riko, but Riko was already moving to meet him. Neil crashed into the table so hard he sent it skidding out from behind him, and he and Riko both hit the floor. Neil jabbed and struck at any part of Riko he could find, only distantly aware of Riko's own vicious blows. Someone was yelling about a fight, or maybe that was his blood roaring in his ears. Suddenly there were hands on him that weren't Riko's, and the two were being yanked apart. Neil held on as fiercely as he could; so did Riko. Riko pulled Neil close one last time before the crowd ripped them away from one another, long enough for him to say, "You just cost him something he didn't want to lose." Then there were too many bodies between them. Neil recognized some of them: Matt first, then Jean, then a couple athletes whose faces he'd only seen through helmet visors. Neil's brain put names to faces where it could and summarily dismissed all of them as unimportant. None of them were Riko. He fought the crowd as best he could, trying to break through and get his hands on Riko again. Somehow he made it close enough again to grab Riko's sleeve. "You even fucking think about touching him—" Wymack came out of nowhere and hauled Neil off Riko like he weighed nothing at all. The space between them filled with coaches, and the excited hubbub died out almost instantaneously. For a moment the only sound was Neil's ragged breathing as he stared around Wymack's body at Riko. The entire room was shaking, or maybe that was Neil trembling hard enough to bring the whole court down on top of them. "What the hell is going on here?" Breckenridge's coach demanded. "This is a Christmas banquet. If you missed the memo, that's Christmas, as in make merry and goodwill to man. I want a goddamned explanation for this." Neither Neil or Riko answered; they were too busy staring each other down. Jean had found his place behind Riko again and the tense look on his face was wary disapproval. Neil wanted a gun. He'd settle for Andrew's knives, but those were hidden under his pillow at Palmetto State. He dug his fingers into Wymack's arm hard enough he'd leave bruises for sure and smiled so hard it hurt. "Yes," he said, because what else could he say? "I understand." "Apology accepted," Riko said.

Art used with permission by Emry-Stars-Art. Thank you @emry-stars-art!

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[blueicequeen19]

Brothers Betrayal Pt. 2

Warnings: violence, mention of unprotected sex

Part One

Rafe fucks me all night. I cum so many times I pass out from exhaustion only to wake up to him still inside me. Still hard and still going. Thank god for birth control because he hasn’t pulled out once, determined to keep his cum buried deep inside me.

At some point it’s day light again outside and Rafe is passed out next to me in all his naked glory. This is my only chance to check the basement.

I slip out of the bed, wincing with every movement as I pull on one of his clean shirts and my panties. I grab a pair of athletic shorts too before carefully slipping out the bedroom door. As soon as I take a moment to listen for movement inside his room, I take off as quickly as I can down the two flights of stairs.

I quickly find the basement door in the kitchen and I dart down the stairs. I don’t even reach the bottom of the steps and I know my brother is down here. I can feel him.

I throw every door open before finally finding him in the last room, bound and gagged to a chair. I’m frozen in place for a moment before I notice movement to my left and Topper lunges for me. I deliver a swift kick to his nuts and he drops, crying out in pain. I punch him in the nose and shove him away before rushing to my brother. I yank the tape off his mouth and he sucks in a breath.

“Watch out!” John B yells, startling me just as strong arms wrap around my waist and yank me back.

“Damn Top, got your ass kicked by a girl.” Rafe chuckles darkly, not phased by my attempts to get to my brother.

“Fuck you! I’m out.” Topper scuffs, slamming the door behind him.

“No! No! John B!” I scream, trying to throw my head back to connect with something as Rafe continues to laugh and hold me against his bare chest.

“Rafe! What the fuck is this! Let her go!” John B shouts, yanking on his restraints.

“Oh I’ll let her go. I’ll let you both go. I got what I wanted.” Rafe moves my hair and kisses my cheek, making my brothers expression harden.

“Get your fucking hands off her!” John B yells, his face murderous.

“I’ve had my hands all over her, John B.” Rafe cups my throat, forcing me to turn my head as he kisses me. He makes a show of it, moaning into my mouth as he thrusts his tongue inside. I can’t help but start to melt. My body aches for him still.

“Stop!”

“I’ve been on her. Inside her. Hell, she’s the first girl I’ve ever cum inside of.” Rafe pulls back, staring at me with eyes that soften me further instead of anger me while John B yells and curses.

“She even begged me for it.” I gulp, attempting to shove Rafe away but he turns my body, his hand tight in my hair.

“You sick fuck. I’ll kill you for this.” John B seethes. Just then there’s shouting followed by a bang and the door is thrown open, Sarah and the Pogues emerging.

“John B!” Sarah rushes to John B as JJ pulls a gun, aiming it at Rafe and carefully pulling me from his arms. Rafe grins like the sick bastard he is as Sarah and Pope help get John B to the door.

“Always hiding behind a gun, Maybank.” Rafe laughs, trying to bait JJ. I know him well enough that he’d toss the gun and go hand to hand with Rafe in a heartbeat but now is not the time.

“Did he hurt you?” JJ directs his question to me, not taking his angry gaze off Rafe.

“Oh I definitely did but she liked it. Who knew little Routledge was a freak.” Rafe winks and JJ lunges, pistol whipping Rafe across the face.

“Stop. JJ, please. Let’s just go.” I wrap myself around his bicep, urging him to the door as Rafe holds the gash on his cheek that’s dripping blood onto his bare chest.

“You know where I’ll be if you want more, baby. Don’t act like you didn’t love it. Like you didn’t beg for it.” My face heats with humiliation but I quickly pull a fuming JJ to the door.

“I’ll be waiting!” Rafe calls as JJ slams the door and wedges a chair until the handle before ushering me towards the steps. I don’t know why I feel the need to explain myself to JJ but even as I open my mouth I know there’s nothing to say that will make it better.

I have my brother back. Nothing else should matter.

A week goes by and all I can think or dream about is the guy Rafe was when he was taking my virginity. How sweet and vulnerable he was. The adoration in his blue eyes as he thrusted as gently as he could inside me.

I should hate him after everything. Taking my virginity and my brother then telling the Pogues how I’d let him fuck me. I can tell they’re all pissed at me for sleeping with the enemy but I can’t find it in me to care.

I just want to see him. I’m like an addict needing just one more hit. One more touch. Anything to escape this place and how unwelcome I feel.

The hostility is thick in the air. I keep waiting for the bomb to go off. For everyone to rip into me for what Rafe proudly boasted about but no one does. Not even Kie. They're annoyingly quiet. Sarah and John B won't look me in the eye. Pope does but he looks sad for me. Kie has her mean girl face and JJ.. just looks disgusted. The judgement is clear and it only makes me crave Rafe more. I never felt judged with him. Even though I'm a Pogue and he's a Kook. He just seemed so real.

I'm about to climb out of the hammock and go to bed when JJ plops down across from me, a joint between his teeth. I know it's coming as he sits there and angrily takes hit after hit until there's nothing left and he stomps it out in the grass. Just when I'm about to demand for him to speak, he turns to me.

"Why?" His question gives me pause. It's instinctive to want to ask 'why what' but I know what he's asking. Why did I sleep with the enemy? Why did I let the enemy into my body and my heart?

"I didn't plan it if that's what you're asking." I murmur, wrapping my arms around my legs.

"Is what you had not enough? Was I not enough?" JJ asks, his voice hard but I know it's because he's hurt.

"JJ, we've talked about this. I don't like you like that. I'm sorry you feel like I picked Rafe over you. That was never my intention. It just.. happened."

JJ scoffs. “So I guess it’s true that nice guys finish last and girls like you only go for assholes. The guys you have to beg for attention.”

“Excuse me?” My eyes widen damn near out of my head. This was so unlike JJ. He was always honest with me but he was never mean.

“You heard me. I’ve flirted with you our whole lives and you never gave me the time of day. Rafe Cameron is nice to you one time and you spread your fucking legs for him.”

I lunge forward in the hammock and smack him across the face. JJ angrily grabs my wrists and rolls me next to him so he’s pinning me down with his weight.

“You don’t fucking know what happened. You don’t know him like I do.” I snap, his angry eyes glaring back at me even in the dark.

“You don’t know him as well as you think. He tried to take Kie’s virginity too but she turned him down. Did you know that? Don’t think you’re something special in his grand scheme to fuck over John B.” My heart breaks at his words. I didn’t know about Kie. Although we didn’t really have girl to girl talks like her and Sarah. I was just John B’s annoying little sister.

“I’m not trying to hurt you but you need a wake up call. I saw the way you looked at him like some lovesick fool. You were three minutes away from going back to him before I came over here.” JJ’s voice softens as he watches my tears fall. When JJ’s eyes flick to my mouth it takes everything in me not to lash out again. He was trying to use my moment of weakness as a way to make a move.

“Are you sure you’re not just saying all these things because you’re jealous? Because you wish it was you inside me instead of him?” I sniffle, attempting to pull my hands from his grasp but his hold tightens as he leans in closer.

“I wanted you before you let Rafe Cameron inside you.”

“Tell that to whatever is poking me right now.” I growl. JJ scowls for a moment before rolling off me and climbing to his feet. The playful childhood friend I’d always had now looked at me like I was the enemy.

“Fine. If you want to run back into his arms, I can’t stop you. I just hope you have enough common sense to use protection. The last thing we need is more Cameron’s running around.” JJ turns, leaving me in the darkness as I debate my next move.

#smutwarning #outer banks smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic #obx2 #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank fluff #rudy pankow #jj maybank x you #jj obx #rafe cameron x smut #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #dark rafe cameron #rafe imagine

[deerlottie]

🐶🦝— drama

summary: shauna and nat find themselves falling in love with you at the same. warnings: 18+ MDNI, transmasc!nat, threesomes, fighting, fem!reader

you'd be lying if you said things weren't awkward between you and your best friends.

recently, you've noticed just how close shauna and nat have gotten to you over the past few months you all have been trapped in this forest. maybe it's because they needed someone to talk to and you were always willing to listen, you think. but you don't think that's true.

at least not anymore.

not when they've both attempted to kiss you.

not to say that you rejected them - trust me, it's lonely as hell in this huge forest, of course you get needy sometimes. needy like how nat gets when it's just you two hunting for some game and you both end up hooking up near the plane crash site. or needy like shauna in the middle of the night, her hands caressing you under the sheets.

they're both unaware of the others advances though - something you've praised yourself for hiding this long. it's hard sometimes with them always trying to tug you away to hook up, but you've gotten use to making excuses.

that was until shauna noticed a huge hickey that nat left.

shit.

"it's nothing." you hide your neck with your sweater, pulling it over your head, "probably just a bug bite."

"what bug could make that big of a mark?" shauna sneers, trying to pull your hoodie down to get another look. you smack her hand away, getting up from the cold attic floor and standing.

"seriously, shauna. it's nothing!" you grip your hoodie to keep her from fucking with it. she glowers at you from the floor, mumbling something before pulling out her journal, no doubt about to write about you.

to make matters worse, you hear someone fumbling with the door of the attic, cursing at how it's always jammed. you mentally face palm when it's revealed to be none other than natalie.

he eyes you and shauna, face turning sour as he wonders why you're with her. you see him glance at her before smirking, walking up to you and toying with the strings of your hoodie.

"why're you covering up my marks? too shy to show them off?" nat's voice is deep and teasing as he pulls your hoodie down, grabbing your cheeks to move your head to the side while appreciating his hickeys.

"natty," you whine lowly, shrinking into yourself as his eyes darken. he runs a thumb over your lips and leans into kiss you but is interrupted by shauna. "enough! i'm sick of you trying to steal her from me." she growls, throwing her journal to the ground and yanking you back to her by your sleeve.

you gasp out quietly, shauna holding you tightly by her side as if she'd never let you go. nat's lip curls in a scowl, clenching his fist at shauna's sudden display of control.

"she's yours? who is she marked by then?" nat mocks with a tilt of his head. shauna's grip on you tightens uncomfortably, her nails digging into you skin before she pushes you away and lunges for nat.

you watch in shock as they shove each other, yelling out profanities. nat gets a good punch to shauna's mid-section, laughing as she falls to the ground and clutches her stomach. shauna looks up with a death glare before getting up and successfully punching nat and making him fly to the ground.

she gets on top of him, pounding into his chest for a few seconds before you snap out of your shock, rushing over to them. "shauna, what the fuck? get off of him!" you try and peel her back but she's stronger, pushing you away and causing you to land on your ass.

in a sudden movement, shauna's hands are around nat's throat and the air goes still as he lets out a deafening moan. you don't know if it's his embarrassment or the fight that causes him to blush so hard, but your eyes widen either way.

"i always knew you wanted both of us." shauna whispers, her hand gripping tighter. nat's eyes roll to the back of his head and he squirms underneath her. "i bet the only reason why you marked her so obviously was so that i would see and beat the shit of you. pervert."

nat lets out a pathetic whine at the word and lifts his hips up against shauna's.

"is that true?" you ask breathlessly, mouth agape by shauna's accusation. they both turn towards you at the sound of your voice, eyes hungry and dark like you're nothing more than their prey.

"y-yes." nat confesses, and shauna lets go of his throat, allowing both of them to sit up. they crawl closer to you and you try to scoot back, but you hit a wall with nowhere to go. "but it wasn't all for her." he starts kissing over his old hickeys, littering your neck with new ones. "i meant it when i said you're mine."

"ours." shauna growls, getting on your other side and tugging your shirt down, nipping at your collarbone. their hands slip under your shirt, groping your tits and you arch into the touch. you lean your head against the cabin wall, letting their hands wander wherever they want.

"fine. ours, whatever." nat mumbles, still wanting you all to himself. but he can share his meal with shauna, especially one as delicious as you.

you moan softly as you feel them both reach under your pants, fingers expertly rubbing circles around your hole. you grip onto shauna's hand as they both enter inside of you, letting out silent whines.

"you better get used to this, baby," nat murmurs in your mouth, gripping your jaw open so he can suck on your tongue. "'s gonna happen a lot more."

for @ultrone

#.myworks #yellowjackets x reader #shauna shipman x reader #natalie scatorccio x reader #nat scatorccio x reader

[hazyhaiz]

Afterparty

Jennie Kim x Male Reader

Length: 984 words

A/N: Repost because I accidentally deleted the other one xoxo

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"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" I screamed as he rammed his cock into me. His thick, dark meat filled me with each hard thrust. My wet pussy engulfed him each time he drove it in.

He is tall, well muscled black guy with his head shaved. We had met earlier that night at the pinkchella afterparty. We had been dancing close all night. He loved my nice round bubble butt. He said that he had always wanted to fuck an Asian, and I was glad to make that wish come true. He ripped my clothes off as soon as we were in the room. I kicked the door shut while he stripped off his clothes.

As soon as I saw his cock I was down on my knees. I slid my tongue up and down its length till it was hard as a rock. It had to be nine inches long and was so thick I did not know if I could get my mouth around it. That was not going to stop me from trying.

"Mmm, that is a nice cock" I told him before slipping my lips over the head. My lips formed a tight suction around his cock as I slid one hand down to my pussy. I was already soaked. As I sucked him with my full lips, my tongue swirled around the head. I took more and more of his cock into my mouth. I licked along the thick veins that ran along the shaft.

"Fuck, you are good at that Jennie" he told me as he wrapped his hands in my luscious, dark hair. He pressed his cock deeper into my mouth. I let it slide in, swallowing it down. I took it all the way into my throat till my lips were pressed to the base of his cock. I then gave him my specialty. I let my tongue slide out of my mouth while I still had his cock in my throat. I slipped out and licked his balls.

"Oh FUCK! You are good at this slut" he groaned as I slid my mouth back up his cock.

I let his cock plop out of my mouth as I looked up at him and smiled. I held up my hand that was slick with my pussy juice as I said, "Now let's get that cock in me."

He picked me up with a grin and threw me on the bed. I spread my legs wide and leaned back. He wasted no time putting the head of his cock at my slick entrance. He thrust it in with a single hard slam of his hips. We both let out a moan as he slid his thick cock in to my wet, hot pussy. His massive black tool was the biggest I had ever had in me.

He started fucking me hard. His dark chocolate skin was a contrast to my lighter skin as we fucked like wild animals. I know everyone down at the party had to hear my obscene screams. He kept drilling into me as I opened my legs wider. He grabbed my full, firm tits roughly with his big, dark hands. I arched them into his grasp as I tried to draw his cock deeper into me.

"You Asians really do get fucking wet" he told me as he rapidly slammed his black cock into my hot pussy.

"And you black guys really do have fuck huge cocks" I moaned in response. "Now fuck me hard."

Then without warning he pulled out of me and flipped me over so I was bent over the bed. I was shocked for a second then gave aloud moan as I felt his cock enter me from behind. I wrapped my fingers in the sheets as he drove into me wildly. He reached down and grabbed my hair. He yanked it with each thrust and I screamed even louder.

"Yes, yes, yes, ooohh fucking YESSSS!" I yelled as he rammed his hard, dark meat in and out of my burning pussy. He gave my round ass a hard slap that made me scream at the top of my lungs for him to fuck me like there was no tomorrow.

I could feel myself building towards the edge. By the sound of his groans, he was close too. I slammed back to meet his thrusts as he drilled away. The fire inside of me was white hot as I neared my peak. With a final hard thrust he sent me spiraling over the edge.

"Oooohhh fuuuucckkk yesssss!" I screamed as my hold body went into a spasm. It was one of them most intense orgasms I had ever had. The fire in my belly went spreading through me as my pussy clenched around his cock like a vice. I arched my back as I squirted a flood of juice out.

He kept pounding me as my whole body was wracked with pleasure. As the waves of intense ecstasy slowed down he pulled his cock out of my burning whole. I turned around and got on my knees. He was stroking his long, black shaft. My pussy juices were making it nice and slick for him. I turned my face up to him as one hand reached down to finger my still horny pussy and the other squeezed my tits.

"FUCK!" he groaned as he blew his load. Thick strands of milky white cum hit my face and chest. They splattered against my skin as he panted. I licked his salty cream from my lips then brought one of my tits up to suck it off.

"What did you think of your first black cock?" he asked.

I reached up and grabbed his cock then said, "Fucking wonderful. What did you think of your first Asian?"

"All I had hoped for" he said with a grin as I licked his cock clean.

#kpop smut #blackpink #blackpink smut #blackpink jennie smut #blackpink x reader #jennie smut

[pieroulette]

#1 — Open The Door, Please? ▶ KOGA YUDAI.

warning: yandere content, noncon kissing, profanity. toxic relationship. implied noncon.

author's note: well idk, first installment to my goal of #100 fics for &TEAM (mostly for kei tho) also a somewhat 'explicit' practice outside my comfort zone so i can finish route 1 this week.. im coughing and laughing so hard again omg.

splayed fingers dug deeper on your jaw as you tried to stifle a gasp from the raging knocks behind the door, tears fighting it's best from streaming down your cheeks.

"(name)! open the door!" there the devil incarnate himself yelled on the top of his lungs, innocent eyes bloodshot opened as he punched the door relentlessly.

how has it come to this? and devil? why were you even calling your sweet, sweet boyfriend that way? what had happened?

well, you couldn't fathom it to your core as everything had move in such a speed that you unknowingly got on your sweet boyfriend, kei's nerves, back in the classroom.

you remembered it so vividly with the way the marmalades shade of the sunset reflected against his bead-like orbs, forming a reflection of a gemstone or of that an opal. his loose strands stick against his forehead as the result of his exhausting physical training. beads of sweat trailing down his jaw as he took a long inhale and exhale in-between, and yet the pretty smile on his faint pink lips never ceases to exist.

a pretty smile that was only for you.

yet it all started with him voicing out a rather desperate question after that, one that questions your loyalty.

and of course you defend yourself in return, throwing the question back at him. one question turned into two, and two turned into four and fourth question had the innocence adorning your boyfriend's face contorting into an expression you'd rather not remember.

hideous, no, it was more of an angel dropping low to the lowest point of hell.

kei spewed words that you couldn't imagine would come from his lips that you oh so adore.

"that piece of shit is staring at you more than he should! (name)!" kei lets out a scoff paired with disbelief, finally standing up on his feet. his height towering over you as he approached you menacingly.

"kei, do you hear what you're saying now?" you shook your head, filled with disbelief. taking a few steps back, your eyes refusing to blink. "this is not you!"

"oh you sweet dumb girl, what should i do for you to understand?" his bead-like orbs wavered in utmost affection for you as he cupped your cheeks with his large palms, "what should i do?"

"k-kei, this isn't you." you stuttered, you felt as if you're a little bunny encaged in a wolf's arms. "let me go, you're.. going insane."

"insane? love? just who's the one getting insane between us?"

"i don't give a care anymore, let's quit it. kei." your lips trembled, yanking away his hands—taking a firm resolution against the taller boy. "let's break up."

his wavering orbs immediately switches to an soulless one.

excruciating silence consumed the comforting shades drenching the classroom. this was not how you expected everything to turn out. especially not his next words you hope you'd never hear.

a melodious giggle escapes from his lips, sending shivers down your spine. the boy lowers himself down to your height, somewhat conveying a mocking tone. "baby, you've seriously gone.. dumb, aren't you?" he furrowed his brows, waiting for your answer. "well, that must just be a mistake, isn't? take it back."

"no." you replied immediately.

"what?"

"i said no, i won't take it back." you tried your best stay as brave as you can, yet your right hand gripping your trembling left one says otherwise and kei was quick to notice it.

his eyes softened as his demeanour switches once again, fixing his posture as he caressed your hair down. "i'm sorry, i scared you didn't i? c'mon, it's getting dark. let's just go back home, hm?"

"no! i said no!"

kei reached out for you in desperation. "(name), i said i'm sorry—"

you hung your head low, stepping as far as you can away from him—your feet almost stumbling against the table. "koga yudai, please you're scaring me. just—please let's not meet for awhile."

"huh?" kei tilted his head down, loose strands swaying below those eyes of his that kept switching between tenderness and chaos. "no, no, why do you think i'm gonna agree with that?— fuck, i knew it. they're getting inside your head."

and before you knew it, you ran. your feet bringing you to somewhere as far as you can away from that madman.

but your ears caught on to his last words echoing through the hallway, a gasp left your mouth as you took one last look at him—leaning against the doorframe in such a leisure manner, observing you intently.

amusement spreads over his lips, giggle escaping one after another. "do you really think you can run away from me?!"

his frightening words had adrenaline surging all over your body, you ran for your life. you kept running and running with your mind clouded by him that you got lost somewhere in the town, stumbling upon an abandoned neighbourhood. your city was truly a silent and secluded area, consisting of only elders and roaming around when night falls.

people quickly returned to their homes, recuperating in their quarters which resulted in such a deserted street.

it was only then that you realise how truly foolish you are to forget that between you and your boyfriend, he had the upper hand in this very situation.

and truly, he was right.

judging by how your heart kept sinking and sinking with every punch the door receives, you were beyond frightened that the door might break at any point due to how insanely mad he was.

but then, it went silent. utterly silent that you can feel the cold crawling across your trembling bare legs.

"honey, open the door please?"

you pushed yourself deeper against the wall behind you, searching for refuge you knew was no longer there, a refuge that won't hide you away from this double-faced monster.

a voice so tender and deceiving, paired with the light knocks—a stark contrast of how he was a few seconds ago

"can we not fight anymore please?" kei begs, looking down as he rested his forehead against the door.

you gulped down your throat, refusing to be fooled by the monster behind that door. yet it wasn't until a minute later that you heard a low murmur that gradually turns into faint cries.

"(name).. it hurts."

a slight pang engulfed your beating heart, hesitation soon arises—manifesting through your feet rubbing the floor in unison with your thoughts.

"i can't do this alone without you." kei's lips trembled, taking a huge exhale with every deep cry. "you're all that i need."

"please, don't leave me alone."

you stood up on your feet, shaking enormously as you approached the door little by little.

little by little, till the faint cries grew clearer and audible. your hand reaches out slowly to the knob, yet you immediately paused. wondering why are you letting yourself get fooled by those innocent cries behind the door?

you took a few steps back, placing your clenched fist on your chest as a comfort. shifting your gaze to the window with a newly found plan emerging from your mind. yet before you can do so—

"are you not really going to open this door? don't let me count." kei's faint cries dissipates, replaced with a voice so deep it crawls through your soul. "i know you're here."

your eyes grew wide, fear taking all over your hesitance—sending you into a total crying mess as he begin to count. your feet scattered around before you made up your mind to the window, you tried to pull the the window open yet the enormous distance from the window to the ground had your heart sank.

yet you can't think, you should jump or else—

bam! bam! bam!

the door flew open in such a way that it had you emitting a shriek, your feet fighting it's best to stand up amidst it's constant trembling.

there he was; black familiar lush hair and bead-like eyes that held insanity within it. those features you so adore and yet fears so much to your core.

"ah, ah, not so fast." kei's head tilted downwards, emitting a rather playful demeanour paired with his small smirk. sprinting to your helpless form before you can jump over the window, his hands wrapping around your wrist pulling you to his chest. the smirk on his lips grew wider and wider as he finally caught his prize; you.

a game that was rigged from the very start. too bad, the wolf will always wins the game.

"hm?" he hummed, placing his chin on your head as his right hand rubbed your back softly. comforting your crying frightened form, trembling so hard in his caged-like embrace. your hands on his chest trying it's best to push him away yet he won't budge one bit. "hush, don't cry."

you could hear his heartbeat with your ears against his chest, he felt so warm and so comforting that you wanted to return the embrace, his words held so much affection and care for you that you could fall asleep right and there yet reality was sickeningly awful to you.

kei lifted your chin with his index finger, forcing you to meet those orbs you found so adorable. and before you can act or say anything, his lips finds its way to yours.

kei's saliva seeps through your tongue as he deepens the kiss, his carnal desires manifesting ever so strongly by how his long fingers dug deeper and deeper to your nape. his left arm wrapped itself around your waist, as he pressed his body against yours to the wall.

you fought for air, yet he fought for you. his eyelashes remained still and firm as he continues to relish himself in your lips, you who is his lover he oh so adores.

he was alot more stronger than you and it didn't cost him an ounce of energy as he lifted you up from the floor, placing you on top of the table. smashing everything out of way with his hands. resulting in a scattered objects across the floor.

his lips never leaving yours as he does all of that, only pulling away at last to get a cough of air. your head drops down, gasping relentlessly with tears spilling from the corners of your eyes. his hands returned to your form, spreading all over your back before pulling a fistful of your shirt—ripping it.

"kei, stop!"

he slips his hands beneath your shirt, meeting your bare skin and up your bra strap. snapping it playfully as he smirks, "love, don't you think you have to own up to me for pissing me off?"

his large hands pulled your thighs open, pulling you to his hips as deep and close as he can. desiring so much of you that his fingers pushes away your hair locks, wet lips trailing down your bare neck and shoulders.—sending goosebumps down your back and legs.

kei grew more irritated with your hands pushing him off, opting to pressed it on the table rendering you more helpless than ever.

"i told you to open the door earlier, now look what you have gotten yourself into." kei murmurs with his teeth biting off your shirt's button, tongue licking and nibbling your collarbone.

"now, be a good girl for me and tell me who owns you."

#18092023

#k smut #andteam smut #&team smut #koga yudai #&team oneshots #&team imagines #andteam k #andteam imagines #andteam oneshots #&team x reader

[aceofstars16]

Well, I made a poll asking if I should post this now...and then I just go and post it without waiting to see what people voted haha xD

This was inspired by @athenoot (not letting me actually tag but I linked her blog!) and her super fun AU idea mashing up Drifting Stars and Relativity Falls!

I don't know if this works for @forduary but it does have portal Ford so *shrugs*

Summary: Mabel loves dimension hopping, but she is starting to miss having a home. And more than anything, she misses Dipper and Stan. However, she may end up seeing them sooner than expected…though they aren't exactly the same Dipper and Stan that she knows.

The street was packed, creatures of all sorts bustling to and fro. Even after months of being in other dimensions, Mabel was still overwhelmed by all of the different aliens. Her eyes couldn’t stop moving, even as Ford pulled her along, trying to make his way through the crowd.

They had arrived in this dimension a few days ago. Unfortunately, they had first been spat out in a rainforest with absolutely no civilization around. But after climbing a particularly tall tree, they had seen a town of sorts in the distance. Which is where they were now, hoping to find some food and maybe even shelter, that is, if Ford deemed this dimension safe enough to stay in for a little while.

 At first, the constant travel had been fun for Mabel. Getting to explore a new world every few days was exhilarating. But she was surprised to find that more recently, she missed a place she could call home. Though, more than anything, she missed Dipper and Stan. Of course, she loved Ford too. He had been looking out for her ever since she had been pulled into the portal, and she couldn’t imagine her life without him now. But still…she wished she could be with Ford and the rest of her family.

Something bumped Mabel particularly hard and she was shaken from her thoughts as she lost her footing. Her hand was yanked out of Ford’s and she fell to the ground.

Panic gripped her and she quickly stood up and tried catching sight of Ford, but the constant movement of aliens made standing still impossible. She thought she heard someone calling her name, but it was hard to hear over the crowd.

“Grunkle Ford!” Yelling at the top of her lungs, Mabel, tried pushing her way through the crowd, in what she thought was the direction Ford had been walking. But no matter how hard she tried, she was too small, and she couldn’t make any headway against the crowd.

Spotting an alleyway through the sea of legs, Mabel spun, jumped, rolled, and crawled until she made it to the backstreet. It wasn’t empty, but it was slightly less crowded. Spotting a box that was sealed shut, she made her way to it and managed to climb on top. But as she looked out over the sea of creatures, she couldn’t spot her grunkle. Ford was nowhere to be seen. Panic overwhelmed her as she realized that she was alone, lost in an unfamiliar dimension with absolutely no clue as to what to do next. It was her worst nightmare.

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Ford was frantic. He couldn’t believe he’d lost Mabel. He should’ve been holding onto her tighter. No, he should’ve just carried her. What had he been thinking? In a crowd this big, that was the most logical option, and yet he hadn’t thought of it before entering the market and now she was gone.

“Mabel!” He called out again. He thought he had heard her call out a moment ago, but this time there was no response.

Darned this busy city. Reasonably, a city this remote in a rainforest shouldn’t be this crowded. Though perhaps it being the only city for miles was the reason for all of the foot traffic. Either way, he really should’ve scoped out the layout first before walking in. That’s what he normally would’ve done. But Mabel hadn’t had food in over a day. So, her hunger along with the possibility of letting her sleep in a semi normal structure for the first time in…weeks? Had caused him to act rashly. He had only wanted to make sure she had what she needed, and maybe help her mental state. Over the past few weeks, Ford had occasionally caught her looking downcast – though she quickly smiled when she noticed him looking – and this had seemed like a good opportunity to help her feel better.

“So much for that…” Ford muttered under his breath as he continued searching for Mabel. He had just spotted a possible vantage point he could use when something grabbed his jacket and pulled it back.

“Geez, slow down Grunkle D-”

As Ford looked down at the source of the voice, it cut off. His own legs stalled as he saw the boy who was holding his jacket. It couldn’t be…

For a second, Ford was transported to another lifetime. So long ago it felt like a dream. Hot summers on Glass Shard Beach, playing in the water, exploring the sand dunes, fixing up the Stan O War.

He was looking at his brother from thirty years ago.

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Crap, wrong old guy. Stan thought to himself as he stared up at the man who’s coat he’d grabbed. Now that he had a closer look, he could tell that said coat wasn’t quite the same as Dipper’s, and of course, the man wasn’t his grunkle (okay, technically Dipper wasn’t actually his great uncle either, but it made it easier to call him that, okay?). However, there was something oddly familiar about this guy…

Some other creature bumped into him, threatening to pull him along in the crowd once again, like it had earlier. But then a hand grabbed his arm, and the old guy was dragging him through the crowd.

“Hey, what gives? I’m not-” Stan grabbed at the guy’s hand, trying to get him to let go, only to stop when he really looked at the hand. Wait, six fingers…it couldn’t be…could it?

Looking up, Stan tried to get a better look at the guy’s face. Something had seemed familiar about it when he’d first seen him, but now he was facing away as he pulled Stan along. But six fingers… Suddenly, the bright sunlight disappeared as he was pulled into a small alleyway. There were still a few beings milling about, but not has many as in the main square. Then the man spun around to look at him.

“What are you doing here?”

 Stan took a step back at the sharpness of the man’s voice. A tinge of fear grew in his chest. It wasn’t Dad, he knew that, but there was something so familiar about the words, the man’s stance, the look on his face - he couldn’t shake it. However, the ashamed expression when the old guy saw Stan shrink back wasn’t something Dad would’ve done.

“I-I don’t know. I was just here with my, well I call him my grunkle because-”

“Wait, wait, what? Your grunkle? Who?” Confusion crossed the guy’s face. “What’s his name?”

The man held up his hands and Stan found himself looking at them. He knew in this dimension, six fingers might not be an abnormal thing. But this guy was human, and he looked kind of like Dad…

“Are you my brother?” Stan blurted out before he could stop himself. It was hard to think about Ford looking old - that was just weird - but if he was old, well…Stan could see him looking kind of like this guy…

For a moment, the old man just stared at him, then signed and shook his head. “No, I’m not…well…kind of. I’m Stanford, but not your Stanford.”

“You mean there’s more than one of you? Are there more than one of me? Woah, we could build an army! Though I don’t know how much use an old guy would be but I’m sure you could do something. Oh, eww, am I old somewhere then? How-”

“Hold up. Just…one question at a time.” Old Ford had held out his hand again, as if wanting Stan to stop. He looked a little frustrated, but at the same time, there was the smallest bit of an amused smile on his face.

“There are…many different dimensions, and versions of you and me. I…haven’t met your older version,” a small shadow crossed his face, “but I’ve heard about him. However. That’s not important. What I need to know, is how you got here, and who are you looking for?”

Stan let out a huff. He thought Ford would be as excited as him about all of this but…then again, this was an old Ford and well…maybe he’d been in other dimensions a while and didn’t think it was cool anymore? Sometimes Dipper had seemed less thrilled about things than Stan thought were awesome. Or maybe it was just an old person thing? Gosh, Stan hoped he wasn’t a boring old guy in any dimension.

After a moment, he realized Ford was still looking at him questioningly and Stan realized that he’d have to tell this old version of his brother what had happened. He didn’t really want to, but he had a feeling Ford wouldn’t answer any of his questions unless Stan answered him first.

“Well…I kind of accidently got sucked into this big glowing circle thing that my Grantie Mabel really didn’t want me to shut off, then I met my Grunkle Dipper and we kind of…ran around jumping in all these portal things till we got here. And I swear I’d only been glancing at this cool gun shop, but somehow let go of his hand and then…I thought he was you.” Stan was a little surprised at how quickly the words came. Ever since he’d arrived in other dimensions, Dipper had told him to be careful about saying too much to the wrong people but…this was Ford. Sure, he was old but…it was still Ford. He could still tell him anything.

For a moment, Ford just stared at him, shock lining his face. Then he shook his head and took a breath. “Right…okay…We need to find your Dipper, and I need to…”

“What, you lose someone too?” Stan meant it as a joke, but his smile fell when he saw the concern on Ford’s face.

“Come on, it looks like the crowds are dying down some.” Ford held out his hand and without hesitation, Stan took it.

“I can help you find whoever you lost first.  I’m sure Dipper is fine.”

Ford looked down at him, a disbelieving frown on his face. “I…we’ll see who we find first…”

Putting on his best show of confidence – which was easy seeing as he was used to doing it for Ford – Stan nodded. “I bet we’ll find them both in the next ten minutes!”

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How could I lose him?!? The thought kept running through Dipper’s head. After months with Stan, he had grown accustom to the boy’s affinity for trouble, which included checking things out that he probably shouldn’t have. So he should’ve been extra diligent in a place as crowded as this, but while keeping an eye out for danger, he must have let go of Stan’s hand and now the boy was lost to a sea of creatures. Guilt and fear clawed at Dipper’s chest. After decades of being alone, he had come to enjoy Stan’s company, plus, he was family.

Taking a deep breath, Dipper tried to still his anxiety, though it was easier said then done. It had already been far too long since Stan had disappeared, and Dipper still couldn’t think of a way to find him aside from waiting for the crowds to die down. It wasn’t ideal, but it was the only option he could see. He really needed to find a better way to keep track of his, for a better word, nephew (he was never the best at remembering all of the names for distant relatives and Stan called him Great Uncle so it worked).

As he pushed his way to a slightly less busy part of the market, Dipper searched for a good vantage point he could wait at, while still keeping an eye out for Stan. That’s when he heard it.

Crying.

His feet stumbled to a stop and he quickly looked around, searching for its source. A bright splash of pink caught his eye – a bit out of place in the browns and tans of the city. Carefully making his way toward the figure, he tried pushing aside the feeling in his gut that something was familiar about the girl. Because, as he got closer, he could tell it was a girl, with short curly hair, and a bright pink sweater…

It’s not Mabel. He told himself, as he realized that’s who he was thinking of. Mabel was dimensions away and, well, she was as old as him now.

Crouching down, Dipper put on his best smile, despite his worry for Stan. “Hey, you okay there?”

The girl quickly looked up, her tear-filled eyes widening as she saw him.

Dipper found himself freezing as well. Because it was Mabel. Or, how she had looked as a kid. Sure, her hair was shorter and she looked more tired than she normally would’ve but…it was her.

He eyes flicked up to his hair then back down to his face. “D-Dipper?”

“I…yes, or no, it’s well…” Dipper frowned, he knew that the girl he was looking at wasn’t his sister. He’d been in enough dimensions to know that there were multiple versions of himself and his sister out there. And unless time travel was involved – which didn’t seem likely – this was simply another Mabel from another world. However…it still looked like her and…it still was a Mabel. He couldn’t push away the weight of responsibility to take care of her and make sure she got back where she needed to be.

“You’re from another dimension I guess…” Mabel’s quiet voice shook Dipper from his thoughts.

“Yeah…I…you know about those, huh?” Dipper remembered a day when he had been so excited about there being other dimensions, and other versions of himself. In a way it was still a nice thought, that maybe one version of himself hadn’t messed up…hadn’t ended up here. But it still didn’t change his situation, and after about a hundred different dimensions, survival was more important than excitement over new worlds.

“Yeah, Grunkle Ford told me about it once. He said he’d found a dimension where everyone was a baby once, he didn’t sound like he liked it but I think it would be fun…” Mabel gave Dipper a smile, though it wasn’t as bright as her normal smile. Or at least, like the one he remembered as a kid.

Then Mabel’s words registered and Dipper narrowed his eyes. “Wait, Ford? That…that’s Stan’s brother…” he muttered to himself.

Mabel perked up at that. “Stan? He’s here too?!?”

Dipper’s face fell as he remembered his predicament. “He…was…I…I lost track of him.”

“Oh…maybe I can help you find him! He can’t be too hard to find!”

A small smile grew on Dipper’s face at her optimism. Typical Mabel. “Well, he’s pretty small, about your size, but maybe with two-”

“WAIT STAN IS LITTLE?!?”

Dipper winced at the volume of her voice, but thankfully the creatures around didn’t pay much attention. “Yes, he’s about…” Dipper realized he didn’t actually know how old Stan was. “Maybe ten, or twelve? I’m not sure…”

“Oh my gosh, we have to find him! I gotta meet little Stan!” The brightness on Mabel’s face was a welcome change from the heaviness he had seen on it only a few moments ago. All traced of tears were gone.

A small laugh escaped Dipper and he nodded. “Well, alright then, let’s see if we can find him.” Holding out his hand, Dipper felt a small stab of sadness as Mabel immediately grabbed it. Just like when they were little…Shaking his head, he forced himself to focus. This wasn’t his dimension’s Mabel…but it was nice to see her again, even if it was only for a little while.

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*** NSFW ***

*** 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ***

*** TRIGGER WARNING ***

*** AU ***

⚠️*WARNING: This story contains but is not limited to NONCON, forced impregnation, humiliation, and knife play. Reader discretion is strongly advised* ⚠️

You had no choice. Itachi had you pinned between himself and the wooden living room floor. He smirked, looking down at you with an animalistic thirst you had only ever seen from a tiger right before he lunged at his prey in nature documentaries. "Itachi stop! Get off me! What's wrong with you!?" You yelled as you fought to get out from under his weight to no avail. Your words fell on deaf ears, as Itachi slid one of his hands to your chest, groping one of your perky tits and pinching your nipple hard. You squirmed and bucked trying to fight him off, which only made his lust grow stronger as you could feel his cock harden through his pants. "You're so beautiful when you're afraid..." He said in a disgustingly calm voice. Itachi licked the side of your face, tasting your brackish tears before taking a small butterfly knife out of his back pocket and cutting your top off. He slipped the blade under the lace of your bra, and pulled upward, cutting the bra away with ease as he looked down at your now exposed tits. "Your nipples are so hard... Could it be that you're enjoying this? Such a dirty little slut for me..." He growled in your ear as he bit and sucked the side of your neck, leaving bite marks and hickies on your tender skin. "P-Please don't do this Itachi!" You cried, begging him not to take you. This only made him chuckle as he admired your distressed face, eyes wide with fear, and cheeks red from trying to fight him off. He could no longer hold out. He had to have you! With one hand he held both your wrists down, and yanked down your panties from under your skirt with the other.

Itachi's slid his fingers along your slit, and he cocked an eyebrow as he felt how wet you were. "Aw, see... You are my dirty little slut aren't you? How long have you been dreaming of this?" He asked, a snarky tone of vindication in his voice as he raised his fingers to his mouth and licked your juices clean. Itachi reached down, unzipping his pants and removing his thick throbbing cock from his pants. He teased your dripping entrance with the head of his cock and you gasped softly as he began to push inside you at an agonizing slow pace. "A-Ah... S-Stop! I do- mmMmHmmmmM" you cry out as he thrust himself into you to the hilt, silencing any form of protest you were attempting to make.

Itachi closed his eyes, mouth dropping open as your walls clenched around his massive cock. "Ohhh fuck... Y/N you're so tight. Don't I feel so good filling you up?" He teased as he began to fuck into you faster. Your body began to tremble as a mix of pain and pleasure coursed through you, making you cry out louder with each thrust. As hard as you tried to fight it, your body was about to betray you as you neared orgasm. Your finger nails dug into the meaty part of his hand that still pinned yours to the floor as your walls pulsed around him. "Good girl, cum for me... You know you want to." He teased you as he watched your body quiver, your orgasm taking over as your juices spill out over his cock and balls.

Itachi could no longer hold back, and he fucked you into the floor, chasing his own high. "Fuck, I can't let you go after this... I'm going to make you mine!" He growled as he kissed your lips. Y/N felt his cock twitch inside you followed by a rush of warmth. "Fuck yes! Take my seed darling! I'm going to get you knocked up, so you have no choice but to stay with me forever." He said between breathy moans as he shot rope after rope of potent Uchiha cum deep into your fertile womb without hesitation. Itachi looked down at your exhausted and defeated face, and kissed you on the cheek. "Go get yourself cleaned up...." He said sweetly, and moved as though to get off of you, but stopped momentarily. "Don't ever forget who you belong to Y/N." He pressed his hand gently against your lower abdomen. "It was all willing after all... No one would ever believe a son of the Uchiha family would do such a thing..." Your blood runs cold as he said this and he forces your mouth open, spitting in it. "Swallow..." He said sternly, and he smirked as he felt you take down his spit. "Good girl. I own you now..."

AN: grammar and spelling probably sucks, but it is what it is. 🤷‍♀️

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Intertwined // 01

01 - It Helps Too

pairing: noah x nicholas

summary/masterlist: here | crossposted: ao3

word count: 1.6k

cw; night terrors, mentions of medical emergencies, crying, sad boys lol, 18+ MDNI

a/n: don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

NICHOLAS

I wake to shrill screams coming from the ground beside the bed. I rub my eyes as my sleepy consciousness is still trying make sense of what’s happening. Then it clicks and I scramble to the edge of the bed to peer down to where Noah is supposed to be sleeping.

The sight I’m met with is horrifying to say the least. He’s screaming at the top of his lungs like a banshee and his body is moving in an alarming way, but his eyes are closed.

“Noah.” I urgently pat his shoulder to wake him, but it seems useless, he’s not even reacting to me. I hop out of bed and click on the lamp on my bedside table.

“Noah.” I drop to my knees beside his makeshift blanket-bed. “Noah!” I take hold of his shoulders and shake my best friend trying rip him from sleep.

His screams remind me of the kind you only hear in horror movies, full of pure terror. No matter how hard I shake him, his teary eyes won’t crack open. His body is thrashing violently in a way I’ve only ever seen on TV when people have seizures.

Is this a seizure? Do people normally scream when they have seizures? 

Of course something like this would happen when my family is away for the weekend. My mom would know what to do.

But she’s not here and I have no idea how the fuck to deal with this… whatever this is.

Do I call 911? What am I supposed to tell them? My friend is screaming and crying and won’t wake up?

“Noah!” I shout trying to be louder than his own yells and yank on his arm so hard I think it might fall off. Still nothing.

“Fuck.” I grumble assessing my options, but Noah’s convulsing is making everything so much worse. I decide the flailing is the first thing I need to get under control. So, I hop on top of him, a knee at each side of his hips, grab hold of his wrists and pin them to the carpet. “Noah!” The weak muscles in his toothpick arms are working overtime to break free from my grasp and his legs resemble someone who’s running a marathon. “NOAH!”

Mid-scream Noah’s eyes shoot open and is immediately visibly confused by his own yelling. His eyes blink to adjust to the light of lamp above him. His chest is rising and falling rapidly, and tears are still streaming down his pale face. He seems to be analyzing the entire situation, first the room, then himself, then finally me. His brows furrow up at me, “What’s going on?” He asks slowly, putting a perplexed pause between each word.

“Um…I’m not really sure.” I reply quietly, my own heart racing from the panic. “I think you were having a nightmare?” I quickly but carefully pull my hands away from him when I realize that I’m still restraining his arms.

There’s a brief pause where he’s trying to put the pieces together in his mind, but he must’ve stumbled across a terrible answer because dams suddenly break in his eyes. His hands immediately hide his face from me.

I’ve only ever seen Noah cry a handful of times before and each time has been horrific.

I pull off of him and gently hold his arm, “Hey, what’s wrong? Was it the dream?”

He doesn’t really give me an answer and just continues to sob into his hands. Seeing him this way makes my insides twist into pretzels, I want to save him from whatever torment he’s going through.

“How can I help Noah? I want to help.” I say a bit more confidently because maybe if I sound sterner, he’ll actually answer me.

He says nothing but flips away from me, using his pillow to partially cry into. I hate seeing him like this and I’m not just going to go back to sleep when he’s on the floor next to me sobbing.

So, I do the only thing I can think of. I use every bit of strength in my body to lift him up by his arm. I’m shorter than him but he’s rail thin and lighter than he looks. He fights me by trying to yank his arm away from me, but I’m stronger than that and get him somewhat upright. There’s no more fight left in his body when I hook my own arms underneath his armpits and he lets me manhandle him into my bed.

Breathlessly I flop over him to the other side of the bed. He’s already curled into himself away from me and wailing into the pillow closest to him. I’m not quite sure what he’s crying about but I know he’s got an arsenal of things to choose from.

I feel awkward, like I’m intruding on something in my own room. But I know I can’t just lay here doing nothing while he’s sobbing next to me.

I turn towards him and reach out to rub his arm. He tenses beneath my touch for half a second before his hand goes to squeeze mine hard. My thumb gives his fingers a reassuring rub and don’t dare move my hand from his grasp.

With my free hand, I go to do something that always soothes me. I gently run my fingers through Noah’s brunette hair, tucking it behind his ear and smoothing it out. He nearly purrs at the touches and it noticeably calms his cries. I try to take my hand from his hold and he’s hesitant but ultimately lets go. I begin to gather all the stray pieces of his hair and rake through his long hair with both hands. My fingers smoothly glide through his shoulder length locks.

Noah’s cries finally die down and the only noise in the room comes from the gentle rain hitting my window. “I’m sorry about your dream.”

He says nothing but readjusts his head to give me more access to his hair.

My eyes glance over to the small pile of duffle bags in the corner of my room. “Was it about the move?” I ask cautiously.

“I don’t really wanna talk about it.” He says sternly but still soft. I nod as if he can see me from behind. He sniffles and wipes his nose on the back of his arm.

“Is this helping?” I question genuinely. I don’t think it would do much good for either of us for me to continue if it’s not helpful. Soothing him like this feels somehow both comforting yet uncomfortable at the same time.

He pauses, “I think so.” Another quiet sniffle. “Yes. It helps.” He confirms.

“Cool.” I’m not sure why I said that, this is definitely not the place to use the word cool.

Thankfully he ignores it. “I’m sorry if I woke you up.” He states meekly and wraps his arms around his frail body.

I tug the fluffy duvet over us but making sure to tuck him in a bit. “It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Thank you for… helping me.” He drags out the words like he’s not sure what exactly he should be thanking me for.

“Sure.” Three of my fingers split his hair into three parts and I start overlapping each piece over each other into a messy, uneven braid. “It’s not my best work, but it’s something.” I tuck the braid onto the front of his shoulder for him to be able to touch.

His fingers go to feel the braid’s ridges between his fingers and a tiny smile forms on his lips, “I like it. It helps too.”

It helps too

I don’t know why but his comment fills my chest with pride and coats my cheeks with rosy warmth.

“I like it too. I’m happy to help.” That reply seems to narrow and shallow for the situation at hand but it’s all I have to offer.

He yawns, obviously exhausted since his sleep was anything but restful. “Um,” He starts, then plays with the braid a bit. “Do you mind if I sleep here tonight?” He asks referencing the bed.

“Oh, yeah sure. That’s why I brought you up here.” I suddenly realize how close I am to him and scooch back. “I can, um, sleep on the floor.” I go to jump over him, but he catches my arm and grips it firmly.

“I want you to– Can you stay?” He asks, looking up at me with puffy brown eyes. “It helps.” He repeats from earlier.

It helps

“It helps?” I question.

“Yeah. You help.” He clarifies.

My heart swells in my chest so unexpectedly that it almost makes me dizzy.

It’s got to be from the lack of sleep.

He takes notice of my hesitation and grows impatient. “Please?” His chocolate eyes are large, round and glossy - how am I supposed to say no to them?

“Oh, uh, yeah sure.” I nod and take note of how my voice inadvertently pitched higher than normal.

I return to my original spot beside Noah, lying flat on my back staring at the popcorn ceiling. Noah leans forward and clicks the lamp off, leaving the only light in the room be from the bright moon outside my window. He reaches behind himself and searches for my hand by patting around the duvet. I catch his roaming hand and he holds it partially by just our palms, no interlacing fingers.

So, I let my hand be an anchor for him. He needs someone and I’m here to help. I’m his best friend, that’s what friends do, they help.

It doesn’t take long for soft, small sleepy noises to come from Noah. The room is cold and suddenly darker than I remember it being moments ago. While I could pull my hand from his now that he’s asleep, I don’t want to.

It’s dark and chilly and maybe I like the anchor of his hand too.

Next Chapter -> 02 - No Judging*

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Whumptober 2023 Day 9 - Shaking

Day 9, and the first day where I use a prompt substitute! I couldn't really think of anything that fit the original prompts, and I wanted to do something with hypothermia, so alas this one was born!

@splinnters you're almost to ten and at least it's over halfway!

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“Grab him!” he heard someone yell, maybe Nya. “Get him out of the water!”

Oh, was that what had happened?

Jay reflexively inhaled before coughing violently as the icy water stabbed at his lungs, his limbs weighed down like someone had tied lead to the ends. Everything was bearing down on him, the pressure only growing with every passing second. The light was growing dimmer and his vision was going dark as he tried to breathe in the water, finally recognizing the urgency of his situation and trying to fight his way back to the surface.

A frozen lake. They were still stuck in the Never-Realm, and he had been out fishing with the villagers and using his lightning when he saw the ice about to crack under a man’s feet. Without hesitating, Jay ran forward and pushed the man out of the way, feeling the ice splinter and crack and give way under his weight as he plunged into the depths of the lake. He didn’t think that any of the others had been close enough to see what happened, but he must’ve been mistaken if Nya was here.

Was she trying to help him out of the lake using her powers? Her powers hadn’t been working right since they had landed here, he didn’t want to be another thing for her to feel guilty about.

Everything was so heavy. Fighting against water and his old enemy known as gravity was even harder than he remembered. Jay fought twice as hard to make half as much of an effort as what he normally would’ve been able to give, and he desperately reached for the hand that someone had stuck under the ice. Cole’s, probably, judging from the size.

His feet were hurting and he couldn’t feel his toes after the water seeped into his boots.. His knees were locking up, making swimming much harder than it already was, and it took all of Jay’s willpower to keep his eyes open so he could try and see the top of the water. The hand was flexing and shaking, but Jay couldn’t tell you if it was because of the cold or Cole’s fear.

Hell, he was scared too.

With a final rush of adrenaline and a bit of a boost from his power, Jay grabbed the hand, barely able to make his frozen fingers clamp around it. Pain rushed down his arm when his fingers went completely numb, and Jay could see them turning blue. Cole’s other hand pulled on Jay’s wrist, and Jay only had a moment to prepare himself before he was being yanked out of the water and slamming into the ice.

Coughing up the water, Jay couldn’t see anything through the tears blurring his vision, finally making out his Yang kneeling next to his head. Nya looked distraught, hair messy from running her fingers through it and face red from exertion; she must’ve been trying to use her powers to pull him up to Cole. “Jay! Jay, talk to me, I need you to say something.”

“N-Nya?” he whispered, his teeth clacking together like someone whacking a xylophone. Working his jaw was like trying to move a boulder, and his tongue felt like it had been torn straight out of his mouth. The mental image of that made him shut his eyes from a sudden burst of nausea. “W-What happened?”

“You fell in the goddamn lake like an idiot,” Nya hissed, rushing to sweep his sopping wet bangs aside, and Jay felt more tears sting at his eyes. He didn’t mean to, and he knew that she wasn’t really mad at him, but his body wasn’t responding and everything hurt and he was freezing and his Yang was angry-

“Hey, hey,” she said softly, cupping his cheek. Jay flinched away from how warm it was even with the glove on. “I’m sorry, that was too harsh. We’re going to get you back to the village and get you some help, okay?”

“C’mon Sparky,” he heard Cole say, and he could hear the worry in his voice, “I’m gonna carry you, you ready?”

He didn’t wait for Jay to nod before lifting up his legs, Nya pressing him against Cole’s back so that Jay was riding piggyback style. The familiarity of the position made Jay’s eyes sting, his heart aching. Jay clung onto his brother’s gi with numb shaky hands, fingers a light shade of purple and bruised. Cole was so warm and he was so cold; surely he would be willing to share at least some of his body heat. He couldn’t be that greedy.

Flinching, Cole hissed as Jay pressed his face into the crook of his neck, starting to walk forward towards the village. “Shit, Jay, could you get any colder?”

“S-Sorry,” Jay stammered, his teeth chattering; he thought they might actually break. His gi was so much heavier than normal; logically, he knew that it was the water, but even just that line of thinking took up almost his entire brain capacity. He wanted to go to sleep.

“Don’t be sorry,” Cole said, “just keep hanging on, we’re almost there.”

Cole was a dirty liar, because it felt like a million years before they finally set foot back in the village, Nya’s hand warm on his back to keep him steady and Lloyd sprinting over from where he had been patching up one of the villager’s roofs. He skidded to a stop in front of Cole, immediately reaching for Jay’s hand and cupping it in a deliciously warm grip that Jay was instantly craving more of.

Lloyd’s face was pinched, and he quickly shouted for Kai. “What happened?” he demanded, moving out of the way so Cole could take Jay to the main hut. They were trotting at a brisk pace, one that had Jay’s head spinning from looking at his brother’s legs moving back and forth. Were Cole’s strides always this wide?

Nya took some new clothes from one of the villagers. “He was helping the fishermen and fell in the lake saving one of them. We need to get him warm.”

Kai opened the door to the hut with the firepit and took one look at the group, understanding immediately what had occurred and darting back inside. Jay only closed his eyes for a second, desperate for some relief before Lloyd was snapping his fingers in front of his face, not stopping until Jay forced his heavy lids open and stared at him with barely concealed annoyance. Lloyd wasn’t phased, continuing to keep an eye on him and make sure that Jay stayed awake. Nya did her own part, poking his sides and tickling the spots right under his bottom ribs (one of his worst spots) to make him giggle and squirm, and even though it was still annoying it was much preferred to Lloyd giving him a stink-eye.

The warmth of the fire washed over Jay and comforted him as soon as Cole stepped into the main hut, and Jay shivered like a dying man as he ached to get closer to the heat. Except instead of being laid down next to the heavenly amazing fire, Jay was plopped onto a stupid wooden bench, Nya and Cole both starting to strip off his armor and gi without any sort of fanfare.

“First Master,” he slurred, the feeling still not quite back in his tongue. His head was pounding like one of them was using the wooden mallets of the villagers to beat against his skull, “the least you could do is take me out to dinner first.”

“Jay,” Nya said, exasperated, “we’ve been dating for years. I don’t think I have to buy you dinner anymore.”

“T-That’s very sexist of you, and what about Cole?”

“We’ve been best friends longer than you’ve been dating, I don’t think I have to take you to dinner either.” Cole said pointedly, finally getting Jay’s boots off.

Jay only scoffed, letting Nya take his undershirt and throw it into the corner. “Chivalry really is dead. I deserve better than this.”

“Let me remind you of that the next time the others go out and we’re alone,” and Jay was suddenly beet red from the tips of his ears to the back of his neck; after all this time Nya still managed to get him all flustered? He really needed to get a grip.

He was finally half-naked, the two of them leaving him in just his blue boxers, and he smirked when he saw Nya look away with a light blush on her face. “Like what you see?”

“I’ll like it when I can’t see it even more,” she grumbled, and Jay felt a tinge of satisfiaction in knowing that he could still make her feel that way. Of coutse it was him that would be thinking about getting some action right after nearly drowning in a lake while currently on the verge of freezing to death.

There was a fake gagging sound in the background. “If you two are done being gross, then you can bring him over here now,” Kai said, and Jay saw that his brother’s top was off as well. The fire ninja laid down in a small nest of blankets that the villagers must’ve set up for them, tucking one over himself and leaving a nice and cozy spot wide open for Jay.

First Master, yes! He was saved!

Jay didn’t need to be told twice, and he would’ve moved himself if he had even the slightest control of his limbs. Lloyd noticed the longing look on the lightning ninja’s face, moving to help him down onto the ground since they were the closest in height. Lloyd winced at Jay’s freezing body temperature, but still held onto him long enough for the blue ninja to lay down inside of the blanket cocoon with Kai, who was quick to smother Jay with blankets made from various animal skins and wools. It had been so long since he had skin-to-skin contact like this with any of them, let alone Kai.

It was actually really nice. They should do this more often.

He hugged Jay close, hissing as his brother put his freezing hands directly onto his back. “Holy shit, Jay, could you get any colder?”

“Do you really want to find out?” Jay muttered, shoving his nose into the crook of Kai’s neck and nuzzling. Kai sighed, returning the hug and kissing the side of Jay’s head, activating the little firepower he had unlocked again and warming them up. The heat was contained in the blanket nest, and Jay was quickly lulled to sleep when he felt Kai’s hand start to play with his hair, Nya and Cole talking above his head and Lloyd crawling into the nest on Kai’s other side after kicking his boots off and into the corner.

“His hair is actually pretty fun to play with,” Kai commented, twirling the curls around his fingers and watching as they sprung back into place. He was sure that it wasn’t the first time he had ever said that about Jay’s hair, but it never hurt to say it twice.

Nya chuckled, reaching down to swipe the bangs out of her Yin’s face. “I know, you should tell him that more often.”

“Maybe I will,” Kai said, kissing his brother’s forehead and tangling their legs together. It had been a while since he had gotten some cuddles. “I forgot how cuddly he was. He’s like a koala.”

“That’s because I normally give him his cuddles,” Cole chuckled. “But it’s nice to let it be someone else for once.”

“Oh, don’t say that,” Nya lightly smacked his arm, “you wouldn’t be his first choice if you didn’t enjoy it too.”

“Yeah, I know. Wait, I’m his first choice?”

Lloyd cleared his throat from his spot next to Kai, pouting and hugging the fire ninja like he was a teddybear. “Why don’t I get cuddles more often?”

“Greenbean, you get tons. Kai handles you, Cole handles Jay, I swap between you both and Zane helps everybody,” Nya said jokingly, “although I’m sure Jay would be more than happy to join in your rotation. You could even have a Starfarer movie night.”

Suddenly, Jay began to squirm and whimper, and Kai looked down at his little brother in concern. He saw Jay’s face contorting in fear, swallowing thickly, and held him tighter when the blue ninja’s shivers ratcheted up a few notches. Rubbing his back seemed to help as it normally did, and Jay settled back down against him with a small sigh. Kai clawed his hand, using his nails instead of his blunt fingertips, and that drew a very satisfied noise out of his brother and a squawk from Lloyd as Jay threw his freezing leg overtop of his. Lloyd grumbled a little before reaching over Kai to lay his hand on Jay’s arm, tucking his head down between Kai’s shoulder blades and choosing to go to sleep as well.

Looking back at Lloyd, Kai shook his head with fond exasperation before turning to Jay again. “Are his nightmares always that quick to happen?” Kai asked quietly.

His sister hummed, thinking the question over. “Yeah, pretty much. It’s been that way for a while, but hopefully all of this,” she gestured to the mountain of blankets, ”should help.”

“Well, let’s just hope he sleeps a little easier tonight,” Kai said, preparing himself for a long night, “because we’re not going anywhere. And if he’s lucky, maybe he’ll get to keep all of his toes!”

#whumptober 2023 #finn's writing #ninjago jay #ninjago fanfiction #lego ninjago #ninjago cole #ninjago whumptober #whumptober day 1

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Love Will Tear Us Apart (Hal Jordan X Reader)

Warning: Verbal Fighting, Really Slight Physical Aggression, Angst to Fluff, Breakup and Makeup 

Word Count: 3.7K

Reader is gender neutral. 

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Author's Note: Hi! I love this dumbass! I am so soft for him!🥺🥺🥺 I have more Hal Jordan stuff coming out soon! I hope you like it! Bestie, please reblog! Also, thank you to my beta! You’re the best! <3 

Summary: You love Hal Jordan but every person has their limits, especially when it involves a certain ex-girlfriend.

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“It's Carol or me,” you huffed with frustration and anger. Everything had finally come to a boiling point after almost five years together with him.

“You’re being ridiculous, I’m not going to do that,” he said, rubbing his face with his hands. Hal was tired, it’s been a long few days with the League and the Corp and now this.

“Carol or me,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Look, I’m fuckin’ exhausted. We can have this fight tomorrow, okay?”

“I’m gonna ask you one last time, Hal: Carol or me?”

“I told you already, I’m not doing this right now. I’m not going to fuckin' choose between you or Carol, so cut the fuckin' crap and let's go to bed. I’m so goddamn tired!” He said, raising his voice at the end. You were starting to piss him off.

“Fine. I’ll choose for you,” you stated louder than you wanted to. But you couldn’t hold back the anger that was seething through you right now. You’ve bared this  teeter-tottering of his for almost five years. You’ve had enough.

“What the hell does that mean?” You didn’t say anything, instead just moved towards the front door to put on your shoes. He watched with anger rising through him. “Where the hell are you going? It’s the middle of the fuckin' night!” You continued putting on your shoes and started opening the lock on the front door. Before you knew it, Hal was next to you grabbing your arm with a little too much force. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Get. Your. Hand. Off. Of. Me,” you gritted with restrained anger. Hal didn’t let go. Now he was mad.

“FINE! You wanna go? Huh?! You wanna fuckin' leave?! Then get out, go!” He yanked the door open, practically shoved you out, and closed the door.

You stood there for a second, staring at the door, before yelling at the top of your lungs so he would definitely hear (and probably the neighbors, too): “Fuck you, Hal Jordan!” With that you turned and left.

You loved Hal more than anything else. You loved everything about him. You loved him more than you ever thought you were capable of loving someone. Nobody had ever made you laugh as hard and as often as he did. You loved the way he would smile at you when he got a “great idea” that usually ended in disaster. How he would wear a slight frown when something was bothering him but he didn’t want to mention it. How he would insist on laying in your lap or on top of you because he liked feeling your fingers continuously running through and playing with his hair. When he would use his ring to cast constellations or silly little images on the ceiling when you would lay together in bed. The feeling of his hands in yours. The feeling of him. 

But you couldn’t do this anymore. As much as you loved him, you didn't want to feel like you were the other person in the relationship. You knew how much he cared about Carol and how much she meant to him. You also knew about the history between them. He was very honest with you from the beginning, and you liked that. You never thought you would ever have to ask him to choose between you and her. But someone can only take being taken for granted for so long. At first, it didn’t bother you much that he would go to Carol at her beck and call any time of the day or night. Or how much time he would spend with her. Or how much he talked about her. Even after she had married Gil, you didn’t mind that they were close because, after all, they went through a lot together. But eventually, you started feeling like you were left out of their little world. Inside jokes you didn’t get; constantly being told what Carol had said about something you were talking about. Forgotten little things like your favorite flavor of something or the other. But Carol’s favorites were always remembered. Constantly, having to hear about her; feeling like no conversation could be had without her being mentioned. It started feeling like you were competing against Carol for Hal’s attention and you just couldn’t win.

The straw that broke the camel's back came just before he left for his latest mission. Your birthday fell a few days after he had to leave, and you wanted to spend some time with him, just the two of you. You kept telling him about how you had made reservations at your favorite restaurant for dinner the day before he left and how much you were looking forward to it. On the day, you spent a considerable amount of time getting ready, looking your absolute best in something you felt absolutely fabulous in. (But, also, knew he would definitely like; you loved seeing that signature playful flirty smirk he would give.) He wasn’t home for most of the day, you didn’t think anything of it, figuring he would just meet you at the restaurant. You went to the restaurant and waited for him to show up. 10 minutes pass, no problem Hal’s even late to his Justice League meetings. 30 minutes pass, okay he’s running later than usual. 40 minutes, then 50, then an hour. You could feel the servers' sad gazes as they walked past you. You finally called him.

Ring Ring Ring

“Hey!”

“Where are you, Hal?”

“Oh, I’m at Carol’s.” You never knew it was possible to feel your heart rip apart but it did in that moment. “I was visiting the Ferris airbase earlier, so Gil and Carol invited me to din—Oh shit! Oh, my fuckin' god, I’m so fuckin' sorry, babe! I totally forgot about the dinner. I’m leaving right now. I’m so sorry!”

“It’s fine. Finish your dinner,” you said holding back tears that were threatening to escape, “I was leaving from here anyway.”

“I’m so sorry, love. It just escaped my mind. I’ll make it up to you when I get back home, I promise. I’m leaving here, okay?”

“It's fine, Hal. Uh, I just called to say that I’m staying over at (F/N)’s house for the next few days. They’re going through some things right now and really need me.” You couldn’t bear to see him tonight; you didn’t have it in you to hear about his dinner with Carol, about what she made or what she said.

It suddenly dawned on him that you’d only called him exclusively by his name so far, and not the hundred different nicknames you gave him. He got the feeling that something was wrong.

“But you know I’m leaving tomorrow and I won't be back for a few weeks. Can’t you go after I leave tomorrow?” he said, dejected and sad. You could imagine his slight frown and it made everything worse.

“They really need me. I’ll see you when you get back.” God, you were going to cry any second. You didn’t think you could stay on the line any longer. “Look, I have to go, I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

He was silent for a few moments before he murmured, “yeah, if they really need you, then I guess that’s fine.” He knew something was off; he could hear it in your voice.

“Thanks, bye.”

“Bye, sweetheart. I lov—“ You hung up, Hal didn’t know what to do. You’d never hung up on him before like that, before saying you loved him.

You didn’t have the strength to sit there, listen to him say he loved you, and say it back to him because you would break down.

Hal came back to an empty apartment that night and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like you not being there. The apartment felt colder than usual without you. He didn’t know before that night how much he felt at peace sleeping with you next to him. The smell of your body lotion and conditioner lingering on the sheets, just made everything worse for him. He couldn’t sleep and you didn’t answer his last few texts. He spent the whole night more or less awake. Before he left in the morning, he called you but you didn’t answer his call. Weird he thought. You always pick up his phone, even at odd hours of the night. You were being a good friend, so you were probably just busy, he didn’t think much of it after that. With that he left to save the world. You stayed the night with one of your friends, who you knew wouldn’t pry. You would go back to your place once he was gone.

You guys didn’t fight, you talked things out, worked out solutions to your problem. Never ultimatums or tantrums. You kept it civil and mature. So Hal didn’t understand what had happened that night he got back. He couldn’t even remember how the fight started. All he could remember was how angry and sad you looked. And making him choose between you and Carol? That was absurd. He loved Carol platonically now, but he loved you romantically. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. He loved you more than he was even capable of expressing. You wouldn’t answer his calls, his texts, emails, or social media messages. Your friends/family came to get your stuff and wouldn’t tell him where you were. They would say that they didn’t know or give some other lame excuse.

He was miserable. He was so miserable.

And so were you. You couldn’t escape Green Lantern, even if you tried your best and avoided every freaking place that literally existed. But you still tried your best to move on.

Everyone around Hal could see how miserable he was and he was bringing everyone down with him. Even the other Lanterns were getting fed up, it had been around four months and he was starting to become broodier than Batman (who had half a mind to find you and fix this, because he simply couldn’t stand it).

Hal was running late as usual to some friend’s engagement party. He walked in scanning the room out of habit, until his eyes fell on you. You were laughing at something someone had said. He just looked at you, yearning and longing running through his veins. He knew he was going to fix this, fix what happened between you two. He stared at you for most of the night, waiting for a moment to get you alone. You didn’t expect him to show up, he’s probably off on some other planet doing who knows what, you thought. But there he was, staring at you the whole damn night. You tried your best to avoid him, playing this elaborate and intricate game of avoid-ment. You would steal a glance at him every once in a while, just to see how he was. You couldn’t tell. He always cleaned up nice and a suit always made him look extra attractive and more put together than he really was. You loved it when he wore a suit. The whole night went smoothly for the most part, you managed to avoid him for the entire party.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you left and made your way to your car. Searching for your keys, you hardly noticed someone leaning against your car. “You know, it would be safer for you if you found your keys before you come out into the street at night. Or were you just looking for an excuse for Green Lantern to save you?” You looked up to see Hal leaning against the driver’s side, with a smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes and continued searching for your keys. “You’re not looking for these keys by any chance are you?” He was holding out his hand with your keys in his palm. What the—?! How did he do that? When did he do that? You avoided him like the plague, so how exactly did he manage that? You step closer to take the keys out of his hand and he moves his hand, lifting it slightly. You reach for them again and he moves his hand away again. He knew this would always make you smile. You reach for the keys again and this time he uses his ring’s power to dangle them above you, just slightly out of reach. Bastard, you thought, using his ring against me like this. He was wearing a childish smile. 

“I would appreciate it, if you would give me my keys back.”

“Humm,” he pretended to ponder, “I’ll give them back, but first you have to come home.” Before you could say anything, he continued, “And by home, I mean our place where we used to live together four months ago. You know, the place we spent forever looking for and even longer decorating? Home, where we’ve had one too many food fights while cooking. Or where we put up too many halloween decorations, and always have tons of halloween candy left over because we live in an apartment complex with like one and half kids.”

“Hal, look—” You were cut off before you even could say anything else.

“No, Y/N, you look. I’m miserable. I’ve been miserable these past four months. I don't know where we went wrong; where I went wrong. But I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you. I won't, not without trying everything in the galaxy to fix this. So tell me how to fix it. Do you want to go to couples counseling? I’ll never see Carol again, if that’s what you want. I love you more than you’ll ever know and I’m not going to give you up without a fight. So tell me how to fix us.”

You stared at the ground, tears blurring your vision. You couldn’t face him, you would become undone.

Hal stepped closer to you, you didn’t move back. That was a good sign, he thought. He reached under your chin and gently lifted your face up to catch your eyes. You were done for now, any semblance of composure gone with his touch. You sobbed covering your face with your hands.

“You’re the one who left and now you’re the one crying your heart out? I think it should be the other way around, sweetheart,” he joked. That only made you cry a little harder. “You know you're really pig-headed, right?” he continued, while pulling you in closer and enveloping you in his arms. God, you both missed each other. He relaxed against you, taking in the smell of your conditioner and perfume as he rested his chin on your head. After a few minutes, you stopped crying and gained enough composure to finally sort this out, because you didn’t want to lose him either.

“I,” you sniffled, stepping out of his embrace, his hands finding yours as you move back. “I, um, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left like that. That was very immature and childish of me.”

“You think?”

“Are you gonna listen or keep making skittish remarks?” He smiled, motioning for you to go on. “I don’t want you to stop seeing Carol. I don’t have anything against her. I like her, I do. And I also know what she means to you. But I feel like I’m competing constantly for your attention. Sometimes I feel like I’m the other person in our relationship. I just feel ignored and overlooked. I don’t want to feel like that. It's a tiring feeling, like I have to go out of my way for you to spend any time with me or even notice my existence. Even though we live together! At times, I even feel like I was asking for too much from you when all I wanted was for you to be there for me. Like the times when you would be late or even forget about our planned dates because you were with Carol. Constantly having every conversation mentioning her. I can’t do it.” Your thoughts were a jumbled mess, you were trying your best to be more articulate, but you were overwhelmed with all the emotions you were going through.

He stood there listening very intently to what you had to say, his fingers laced with yours, gently rubbing his thumb against yours in a calming manner.

“I’m sorry,” you continued after a pause, “I shouldn’t have blown up like that, but I couldn’t take it anymore after you forgot about my birthday dinner before you left, then came back and mentioned Carol again. I just felt so alone and angry, in that moment. I should’ve been more open about what I was feeling earlier on. I didn’t want to make you choose between us but that’s exactly what I ended up doing.” You were sniffing again and trying to avoid his gaze.

He was processing what you said, and it made him feel terrible. He wanted you and Carol to be good friends and his best idea at the time was to talk about her and get you to like her, he didn’t think it would backfire in the long run like this. Now, he really felt like shit.

“I didn’t mean for you to feel like that. I messed up. I simply wanted you and Carol to be friends, so that’s why I thought it would be a good idea for me to always talk about her and always try to get us to hang out with her. I didn’t realize it would make you feel like that. I’m so so sorry.”

You looked at him with disbelief and astonishment. This was his bright idea of getting you and Carol to be friends? “Um, what have you been doing to Carol to get her to like me?”

“Uhhh, more or less—definitely more—of the same. I just thought if I talked about you guys enough to each other, you would come to be best friends,” he said with a nervous giggle. I really did not think this through, he thought. “That's why I always go see her, so I can talk about you.”

I can’t believe I’m in love with a moron, you thought. A moron more or less tasked with saving the universe. How he was managing that was beyond you (and most of the other people around him). You smiled at him, before breaking out into a little laugh.

You were smiling at him, he felt his world fall back into place. He pulled you in closer, taking your face in his hands and caressing your cheek.

“I’ve been miserable without you too,” you whispered, putting your hand over his. “These past four months have been hell,” you continued softly, “I don’t want to lose you either. I want to fix this too. I’m also willing to do anything in the galaxy to fix this. You just need to tell me how.” His eyes glazed over your face like he was looking at a masterpiece he couldn’t believe existed.

“I love you,” he whispered before gingerly placing his lips onto yours. Devotion, passion, and yearning deepened the kiss with every passing second. Silent promises being exchanged with each touch to never hurt each other again, and to fix your relationship. You continued kissing each other, hands entangling with the other’s body. You were both making up for four months of misery. Each time you would pull away to breathe, “I love you”s and “I’m sorry”s were whispered back and forth.

“Get a fuckin' room,” someone yelled, walking past. You both pulled away, lips swollen,  foreheads touching, fingers interlaced, and laughing.

“So does this mean you’re coming home?” he quipped.

“No,” you mischievously stated.

“But—I—We—,” he stuttered with exasperation.

“My new place is much better than our old one; plus our lease is almost up. And, the landlord’s an asshole. Remember how many times I had to call him to get the AC fixed when it broke last summer? I practically died of a heat stroke. Not to mention that the washing machines are constantly broken. Do you really want to live there that badly?”

“No, I guess not,” he smiled somewhat sheepishly, afterall you spend more time in the apartment than he did. “So are you gonna ask me?”

“Ask you what?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“You know? Like I asked you before we moved in together.”

“Oh, I see,”—you dragged out the ‘o’ in “oh”—“Harold Jordan, do you want to move in with me? Again?”

A smile beamed across his face, “Yes. Yes, I do.”

“Good, otherwise this would’ve been kind of weird,” you laughed as he kissed you again. “But, we are going to have to work on our relationship. We should probably think about couples counseling, but it might be hard with your ‘job’. Maybe we could start by trying to be better communicators and telling each other if things are bothering us or something?”

He nodded in agreement. “We can start right now,” he beamed, “I would like to go see this new, much better place of ours and explore a few other things.” He was trying to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively, but he just made you laugh at how goofy he looked.

“Really, after four months and all this, the only thing you can think about is makeup sex?” You quipped playfully, taking the keys from him and pulling him towards the car.

“Maybe…so is that a yes or a no?”

“Get in the car, please.” You stopped suddenly. “Wait, I have a question: how did you get my keys? I made sure to stay as far away from you as I possibly could!”

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” he smirks.

“Okay, Harry Houdini.” You rolled your eyes, smiling as you both got into the car.

The two of you knew that you were going to fix your relationship. You were meant to be together. It took some time and effort but everything worked out in the end. The Justice League and the Lanterns were glad that Hal wasn’t making everything miserable anymore—that was until he started planning on proposing to you, then that was a whole other can of worms. They were equally not ready for wedding Hal or, eventually, dad Hal that came down the road.

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