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jinxlixir · 7 months
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the doctor and his love w a terminally ill patient
a/n: this is when he was in the akademiya, he's referred to as zandik, weird formatting _| ̄|○
what an irritating, irritating school. there was no reason his major requires him to oversee mere patients who were a breath away from death. what good would that do in aiding him with his research??
he trails behind the rest of the group, all obnoxiously eager and anxious to meet their matched patient. his eyes glare over his assigned patient's name. what a ridiculous waste of his time.
he laid eyes on your figure for the first time, resting on a bed placed much farther than the rest.
'she's in the worst condition out of everyone' 'theres no hope for someone in her condition'
dottore had done nothing to comfort you over the whispers that traveled to your ears despite the minimal effort of trying to hide them. he did nothing to assist you when you tried to rise and greet him properly, thanking him for his time during the remainder of your life.
it was routine; everyday he would travel to the bimarstan, take your vitals, then leave. the silence that he had placed between the two of you were always broken by your mindless chatter, which never lasted too long - you didn't have enough energy to talk for long periods, he never stayed long enough to let you.
you had an irritating tendency though.
despite your frail body, nothing stopped you from wandering out where you shouldn't be, somehow able to avoid the eyes of the nurses who keep watch.
"you should not be out here."
"i'm aware. i just wanted to see the world with my eyes one more time." your back is turned to his, rested next to the artificial pools in the building. next to your body lies a bird, thoroughly soaked with little breath escaping from it's frame.
"you should have left it alone. it's bound to die, that's how fate has decided it's course."
"fate cannot predict everything. even the tiniest ant can choose to defy destiny if they have the will to live."
he's silent, until the bird begins to stir, flapping its wings frantically until it takes flight, traveling heights that humans would never reach. you're already facing him by the time he turns back.
"see?"
he's not sure when the shift in your relationship had happened. it was no longer painstaking to trek up to the medical wing to monitor your condition, it was no longer bothersome to spare some of his time to stay by your side.
you were no longer lonely. you knew that even if it appeared as if he were blocking out your words, he listened to every single one. he would bring in souvenirs - mechanics he had made out of spare parts, bringing the outside world to you.
"stop sneaking outside. one day the nurses are going to drop dead at the recurring sight of your empty bed."
you had laughed, patting the space beside you, where he had sat down with no further comments.
"well, they should know i have a skillful doctor who will find me every time, hmm?"
his first mistake was believing that he didn't harbor any attachments when he happened upon your figure, aided by another scholar holding up your precious body at your side, a place that should be solely his.
"do not touch her. she is my patient."
he was pleased at the way you brightened up, swiftly attempting to leave the irrelevant man's side, opening your arms to wait for him to hold your figure to lean against him, your safe haven.
his second mistake was believing that these moments were to last for eternity. his eye traced the daily reports of your vital signs, clearly dwindling to dangerous levels by day. you were no longer able to leave the bed, barely able to stay awake for most of the day.
"zandik" your sweet voice had called out. your arms weakly waved around in the air, until you felt his arm brush against yours. "let me see your eyes."
you were afraid of only seeing darkness, he knew. you liked how his eyes shines a certain crimson shade, your favorite color, he knew. you wanted to be able to feel a presence beside you, he knew.
he let his face rest between your sacred hands, letting you observe his face illuminated by the glow of the moonlight. a moment only between the two of you, before slumber would take you away once more.
he would not let these be the last moments he had with you.
his schedule suddenly switched - no longer was he interested in his old research progress. countless days, hours, minutes, seconds; all spent on the human body and lifespan. when you were asleep, he immersed in every material he could get his hands on. his time was limited, but there was no chance he was going to fail to find a cure. he never has.
and that was his third mistake, believing that he was able to procure a cure within time to save the only life that had mattered.
at first, anger had coursed through his body. how dare you leave his side and go to a place where he could not follow?
he let out a humourless laugh as he stared at your lifeless body in his arms, not a single sign of life coursing through your veins. his own life had slipped through his fingers right in front of his eyes. what a mockery to his fate.
if he could not follow you, then he would just have to do everything to bring you back to his side.
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specialagentlokitty · 17 days
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Bobby Nash x reader - our own family
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Heyyy, if you ever find the time could you please make a hurt/comfort bobby nash x platonic!reader who is a fighter based off of the prompt “ I’m not your dad” “I know…do you know that”. I’d love some more bobby as a parental figure material please and thank you. 😊 - @purplecrayola 💜
You had woken up in the hospital, you didn’t have much recollection on how you ended up there or why.
Everything was still really hazy, and but the pain you could feel radiating from your abdomen was definitely real, you could feel it.
It wasn’t bad, maybe the IV in your arm had something to do with that, you had no clue.
You laid there taking small breaths, just staring up at the ceiling, and you heard the door open.
“Hello…?” You asked softly.
You didn’t want to risk sitting up, so you waited for the nurse to come over, and she smiled warmly at you.
“Well hey you, you’re awake again.”
You furrowed your brows a little bit in confusion.
“A..again…?”
“Yes, you woke up a week ago, not for long, only a few minutes. Can you sit up for me?”
You nodded, and the nurse helped you in slowly sitting up.
She checked your vitals, took some blood and checked your injury sight.
“Do you.. do you know what happened to me?”
“You came in about two weeks ago, you had major trauma to your abdomen. Do you not remember?”
You thought for a moment, forcing the memories to come to light.
You remembered the flames, you had been called out to a huge fire at a construction site, where a couple of people were said to still be inside the building.
You had gone in to try and find them, you were with Eddie and Hen.
You heard a loud creaking noise, and you barely had time to react when scaffolding fell, and then you remembered the pain.
People screaming your name.
Rain hitting your face.
You furrowed your brows a little bit.
Was it rain?
You felt a tap on your shoulder, and you snapped out of your head to look at the nurse.
“Are you alright? Are you in pain?”
“No I uh.. I remember what happened…”
She nodded her head.
“We need to keep you in for another few days, but after that you can go home, would you have anybody you can stay with?”
“I uh.. my chief, Bobby Nash. Has he been here?”
“Oh yes, comes by every day after work.”
“Can you ask him if he can take me? I live closer to him so it’ll be easier.”
She smiled, nodding her head and you went back to think.
While you were thinking, you went back to the last thing you remembered.
You were sure it wasn’t rain, it wasn’t supposed to rain that night, maybe it was water from the trucks? But that didn’t make sense.
Why would they keep you so close to the trucks if you had been hurt?
You shook your head, taking a sip of the water that was put next to you.
You shuffled back down, deciding to get some more sleep.
You spent a lot of the time sleeping, up until the point where Bobby came to take you home, and you still sat in your own head.
He helped you to your apartment, slowly sitting you down on the couch.
“I’ve been given a strict list of what medications you’re supposed to take and when, how to look after your wound and signs of infection.”
You slowly nodded your head.
“Right now you need some food that isn’t hospital food.” He smiled.
This made you laughed a little bit.
“Can we order Chinese?”
“Oh no, you’ve got to stay away from takeout right now. So, we’re going to do some simple chicken and rice and see how that goes.”
You grumbled a little bit but said nothing.
Bobby walked to your kitchen.
“I did some shopping before coming to get you.”
“I have food.”
“You have meals you throw in the microwave, we’ve been through this (Y/N) that’s not healthy.” He scoffed.
“But cooking is effort.”
“You live five minutes away from me, you could just come over you know.”
You shrugged a little bit, shuffling down so you could lay down and you placed a hand over your stomach.
You closed your eyes, the pain medicine taking hold, letting you fall asleep again.
You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep for, but somebody was gently shaking your shoulder.
“Hey kiddo, hey.., come on..” Bobby whispered.
You opened your eyes, and you stared at him.
“It was you…”
“What was?”
Bobby helped you sit up, placing your dinner in your lap.
“I.. I thought it was raining, but it was you, crying. I.. I said something but I can’t remember what. I’m trying to remember the accident.”
“Don’t rush yourself (Y/N), you went through a lot. Just let it come back naturally.”
Bobby sat down with his own dinner, and you looked at him.
“What did I say bobby?”
He sighed.
“You called me your dad.”
You glanced back down at your plate, that part of the accident rushing back to you.
You were begging and pleading about how you didn’t want to die, about how much it hurt, begging Bobby not to leave you.
You kept calling him dad.
Bobby cleared his throat, and you looked up at him.
“I’m not your dad”
You nodded your head a little.
“I know…do you know that?”
He looked at you confused.
“You’ve been sleeping in my hospital room, the nurse told me. That’s not something a chief does for his fighters.”
“You don’t like being alone. That’s why you’ve got a cat, who by the way will be returned in the morning by Chim.”
“That doesn’t change what I said…”
“We’re not talking about this.”
You nodded your head, setting your plate down, not having touched a single thing on it.
“I’m really tired…”
You pushed yourself up with a great deal of pain, hand over your stomach.
You slowly padded away, making your way to your room and you laid down on your back, placing an arm over your eyes.
You didn’t mean to get annoyed at him, but on the medication and the pain you weren’t thinking right now.
Bobby stayed in your living room, truth be told you were like a kid to him, but right now that was a conversation for later.
His main thought was making sure you got better
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mitch-the-silly · 18 days
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First of all: I *love* your writing, it's really good :]] Second: Could we get a Vox x gn!sick!reader ? I've got a really bad case of the flu atm and i figured it might be cute
Thanks so much!!! I got you!! Vox anything is my specialty!! Anyway, hope you get better!!!
Vox x gn!sick!reader
"I said, Rest and Drink Some Tea!"
Imagine!
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You sniffled, the covers keeping you warm but you were still shivering. It was horrible what was happening to you. You wouldn’t be able to work or even walk out of your room. But worse of all, you had a date with Vox today. You didn’t even have the energy to pick up the phone to call him. However, you didn’t even have to.
Before you knew it, he’d zapped himself into your room. Eyes opening wide when he saw the state you were in. “What happened? You’re sick and you didn’t tell me? I almost thought you stood me up!” he sighed, sitting at the foot of your bed.
You sighed, your head throbbing, “I can barely even bring myself to speak…”
“Is it that bad? Shit… Look, stay here, I’ll bring you some tea or something, you get some rest. Don’t even try to get up!” He insisted, at which you simply nodded.
Once he came back, you’d dozed off a bit, but he tapped you awake, propping you up so he could give you your tea. “Here, I had someone make you some tea. Just sit back, have some rest, and drink some tea.” He spoke, lying down by your side.
“Vox no… you’re gonna get sick…” You grumbled, your nose stuffy and your will to argue so minimal that that was all you told him.
“And? I’ll be fine. Just shut up and sleep.” He hissed, cuddling close to you. He snapped his finger, turning on your TV and putting on a movie. “You need anything, just let me know, ok?” He added, pulling out his phone and texting his secretary to cancel all his meetings today. Immediately after, he sent a voice message, “Hey Velvette, Y/n is sick, I’m staying with them until they get better. Tell Val to NOT bother me today.”
He then, cuddled you closer, lying down with you until you fell asleep. Shit, he took a nap himself. And he didn’t really care if he got sick, he could just drink some medicine and call it a day. However, in the middle of that nap, you felt like you needed to get up. You didn’t know why, but despise this you were still tired. So you did, forgetting Vox was cuddling you. When you shifted, he grumbled awake. Seeing you standing up, shivering from the cold.
“Hey! I told you to rest and drink your tea! What are you doing up?”He exclaimed.
“I don't know, I just didn’t wanna lie down anymore…” You mumbled.
“Yeah, but you have to rest up until you feel better…” He sighed. “Come on, I’ll get you whatever you want, I’ll even change the show. Just don’t do anything. I’d rather you not overexert yourself…”
You huffed softly, “Fine… I just… I feel kind of useless right now.”
“Be as useless as you want. It’s kind of the point of me taking care of you. You shouldn’t be doing shit.” Vox retorted. “Come back to bed, now. C’mon…” He added, reaching out to you. And you just couldn’t say no to those inviting arms. So you returned to him, napping in his arms again.
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nattysstargirl · 6 months
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The Beast of my Dreams
Chapter 1.
Were!Hyena Natasha Romanoff X Fem Reader
Word count: 3079
TW18+: Masturbation, dirty talk, dirty dreams, cursing
A/N: first story ever written, enjoy
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Y/N is in the forest again.
Her eyes fly open as she gasps to a seat, panting with a hand pressed flat against her chest. Dark trees loom and reach down for her. Her feet are bare and dirty. Her pale blue nightgown doesn't cover her knees.
A shiver runs up her spine as she searches the woods. The oak in front of her is the same as it always is, trunk wider than her arms can reach to either side, thick bark running with lines so deep she probably couldn't reach the back with her finger.
Long branches reach high and low, some brushing the ground, all dripping with thick clumps of gray moss. And at the bottom of the trunk, dug into the dirt beneath it, is a hole.
Two feet tall and two feet wide, the hole is so dark Y/N worries it might suck her in if she gets too close. She stays seated on the cold ground, waiting for what she knows will happen next. She tries to swallow quietly, but her throat is dry, and an audible gulp echoes in the still forest.
A low rattling grows in an enormous creature's throat, four high-pitched yips. Then, the dark hole is watching her with glowing yellow eyes. Y/N gasps softly, the skin on her limbs pricking with goosebumps as her stomach flutters.
She reaches a slow hand toward the tree. The creature's growl gets lower and softer, and its eyes move toward her, nearly touching moonlight before Y/N jolts awake. She's sitting in her dorm bed, and she apparently kicked her blankets off in her sleep because the shivering is real. She pulls her nightgown over her knees, then reaches for the duvet and yanks it up to her shoulders.
"Is that going to keep happening?" Peggy's annoyed voice comes from the kitchen-side of the dorm. If you can call it a kitchen. They have two twin beds nestled against their own walls with four feet of precious floor space between them, a small bathroom tucked behind the entry door, and a "kitchen" comprised of a sink (that also functions as the bathroom sink) and a microwave perched on top of the mini-fridge.
Y/N could make ramen noodles while sitting on the foot of her bed, which is often what she ends up doing for breakfast. She rubs at her eyes with the heels of her hands.
"Sorry," she mutters.
"It's just that I have morning classes?" Peggy says.
She's tugging an instant coffee pod from the machine and tossing it into the trashcan while she clips the mug lid on with the other hand.
"I'd appreciate a full night's rest without...whatever those sounds are you make."
"I'm sorry," Y/N says again.
"I'll pick you up some earplugs today."
"Don't bother." Peggy pats her straight brunette ponytail in the mirror on the wall, as if a hair would have dared fall out of place, then pulls her backpack onto both shoulders.
"I have inner-ear problems. Can't even wear earbuds. Why don't you try meditating? I can send you a referral link for my app. Might help you sleep better." Peggy leaves without saying goodbye, and Y/N's phone pings as soon as the door closes behind her.
It's a link from Peggy to a trial account of her meditation app. She rolls her eyes and tosses the phone onto their shared nightstand. Peggy ran a neat line of decorative crafting tape down the middle of it when they moved in, and the only items on her half are a boring, brushed nickel reading lamp and a self-help girl boss paperback.
Y/Ns side has candles, journals, scraps of paper with notes she probably doesn't need anymore, and a box of tissues to hide-she digs her hand inside and pulls out a slim purple dildo. It's not even 8:00 yet, and her first class isn't until eleven. She tugs the blinds closed (Peggy loves opening them first thing in the morning) and retreats under her blankets in the dark.
She pulls her nightgown to her waist and tugs off her underwear. The satin sheets cool her bare ass. She flicks on the dildo and pushes it in, cooing quietly as she clenches around it. It went in easy. As she learned after her third or fourth time having the forest dream, she wakes up ready.
Y/N is naturally flexible, so folding one leg under herself to hold the dildo inside with the heel of her foot is easy. Then her hands are free. She runs her left hand over her clavicle, tickling out a sharp inhale, before roughly grabbing her right tit. Her right hand rubs slow circles on her clit. She tries to think about the hot TA in her stats class, with his thick curls and wide shoulders, but her mind keeps bouncing back to the creature in the woods.
It's not weird-she's sure it's not an animal. It might be...animalistic, but like in a werewolf way. No one thinks it's weird to be attracted to Jacob Black, right? It's normal. She bites her lip hard. Every time she has that dream, she tries to stay in it until whatever is in the tree comes out.
Maybe it would speak to her. Maybe it would do...other things. Either way, Y/N wants to see it. "I want...you," she gasps at no one, shoving her heel harder against herself and bucking her hips.
"Oh, yeah... Fill me up," she mutters. Her nipple is sore from clawing at it, so she switches to the other and rubs her clit faster. "Yes...yes," she hisses. Then she moans and bucks as her orgasm builds. "Mmm." She gasps hard and opens her eyes. Then pretends she didn't just get off to the thought of a pair of yellow eyes in a tree.
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"Again?" Peters's light eyebrows near his hairline raise. "And nothing else happened?"
"Yeah," Y/N whispers, as if the students seated around them would even care about her dream. "And it feels so real, Pete. Like, I forget I'm dreaming every time. I feel cold, I feel the wind blowing. The trees rustle at the right timing for me watching them rustle. It's fucking bizarre."
"And you've never seen what's hiding in the tree?" he asks. He's swaying the chair back and forth with one foot on the desk leg. This lecture hall has those long desks with chairs attached by pistons, and Peter never sits still.
His gray eyebrows match his hair, both dyed. He's a natural brunette, but Y/N will never expose him. People call him Jack Frost, and it's a whole thing.
"It's not hiding from me," Y/N says quickly. "It's just...watching me. It's not scared."
"Okay," Peters eyes wander the room. He smiles and waves at someone who just entered the lecture hall. Y/N knows he's trying his best to care, but other people's dreams aren't remotely interesting.
Especially around the twentieth time they've had the same dream. She drops her chin in her hand and stares through the empty podium. The hot TA arrives before the professor does, quickly passing out a quiz and taking his seat at the front of the lecture hall to pretend he's watching for cheaters.
Y/N does her best, but her mind frankly hasn't been on homework these last few weeks. She's got to get it together. After they pass the quizzes back, Professor Potts finally enters. She wears black slacks and a white silk button-up with the sleeves rolled to her elbows and the top three buttons undone.
Y/N always thinks she looks like a model. "Good morning, class," she says without looking up from her notes. "I trust we're all preparing for next week's midterm." The overachieving dick suckers in the front row nod their heads enthusiastically.
Y/N and Peter exchange eye rolls. "Right," Professor Potts says. She shakes tight blonde ringlets from her face. "Just to get housekeeping out of the way: I'm sure you're all aware of the wild animal problem on campus. Some geniuses generations ago thought it would be super cool and smart to build a university slab up against the biggest forest reserve in the state. Cute, right?"
There are a few giggles around the hall. Everyone has a crush on Professor Potts. "So," she continues. "I'm meant to read this announcement on the subject: 'Students of Avenger University-please use caution when moving between buildings on campus, especially at night. There have been an increased number of sightings and incidents of an unknown animal of significant size, strength, and presumably aggression. Travel in pairs when possible.' Yeah, whatever." Professor Potts drops the paper she was reading from.
"Y'all stay inside at night, use the buddy system, don't leave food scraps hanging around, got it?"
"Yes, Professor," a quarter of the class choruses. Peter leans toward her to whisper: "Ohh, a mysterious creature." Y/N swats him away, but she was thinking the same thing. She feels eyes on the back of her head and peeks over her shoulder.
A pair of students are glowering at her from the second-to-last row. They look like siblings. Pale skin, shaggy blonde hair. One is definitely a girl, but the other looks androgynous with a strong jaw and a small, upturned nose.
Y/N decides they're sisters, but she doesn't know why they're glaring at her. The blonde averts her gaze when Y/N meets it, but the girl stares her down with unblinking green eyes. Her hair is flopped over her forehead, and a buzzed undercut barely shows behind each of her ears. A row of silver rings runs the edge of her left ear, but the right only has a single blue stone piercing the lobe. She watches Y/N like she expects something from her. Y/N turns back in her seat and tries to focus on the statistics lecture, since apparently there's a midterm coming up that completely slipped her mind. 
Get it together, Y/N. 
After five solid minutes of attending lecture with her full mental capacity and taking copious notes, her mind wanders again, and she comes up with a plan to get this dream issue taken care of. Stand up, she chants to herself silently. Stand up. Stand up. Stand up. Y/N is on autopilot for the rest of the day, repeating that mantra to herself through lunch and two more lectures. Stand up. Stand up. She hurries back to her dorm building after her last class and repeats it the whole walk. Then in the elevator, then all the way down the hall. Stand up. Peggy isn't home. Good. 
Y/N locks the door behind her, kicks off her shoes, and climbs into bed in her underwear. She's sleepy enough that she dozes off quickly. Stand up. - The forest canopy waves at Y/N. It's dark, and the ground is cold on her back. She sits up. The enormous tree seems to grow larger, or closer, as her eyes focus on it. She knows she's dreaming. There's a hazy, mystical quality over all of it, but it's so, so real. Stand up. The yellow eyes appear. Y/N's chest heaves up and down with deep, slow breaths. They watch each other. Stand up. With every ounce of awareness and mental energy she has, Y/N rises to her feet. 
It surprises her so much that she can't take a step forward for what could easily be hours. But when she looks up, the eyes still watch her. They're just yellow globes, but...they feel expressive and curious. Like they're just as surprised that she stood up, and they're waiting to see what she does next. Y/N takes a shaky step forward, and she swears the eyes look startled. At a glacial speed, she moves toward the tree until she's got one hand resting against the thick bark. God, what now? She didn't consider that the creature could jump out and attack her. But it's a dream, right? If she dies, she'll wake up. There are no consequences here. She slowly lowers to her knees next to the hole, but she can't bring herself to peer inside. Y/N swallows hard. Then, cautiously, she reaches her hand toward the trunk's hollow. 
The constant, low growl from the creature that's been a staple in every dream has quieted. The forest breathes around her. She holds her hand still at the entrance, and nothing happens. Further, then. She steels herself and pushes her hand a few inches into the darkness. Fuck, what am I doing? Before she can yank her hand out, a gentle, warm exhale curls around her fingers. Her eyes fly wide. It's right there, not an inch from her hand. She doesn't move while it sniffs each finger carefully. When it seems the creature has finished inspecting each digit, Y/N turns her hand like she would to pet a dog that had accepted her, but she doesn't reach further. 
A solid, warm thing pushes against her palm. She thinks it must be a head, maybe a dog's? She strokes it gently, and she's treated to a pleased rumble from the creature's throat. She smiles and pets it again. When she moves further forward on one stroke, her stomach falls as she realizes the sizable furry thing she was petting isn't a head. It's a snout. She feels along the ridge of what she'd been petting, confirming that it ends with a cold, wet nose. She lets her fingers slowly explore upward, feeling the full head of a gigantic creature that's not quite a dog...but she doesn't have any other guesses. It doesn't feel like a wolf either, and she still can't dare to peek at it. 
Two ears positioned more on the side of its head than on top of it are rounded and furry, like a koala bear. The head withdraws, and she gasps quietly in disappointment, her palm immediately cold from its absence. But she isn't alone for long, as something wide, wet, and warm wraps around her thumb. She gasps again. Is it licking her? And she lets it. It moves meticulously, licking every part of every finger, then her palm. That's when she realizes how huge the tongue is. When it licks her palm again, she pays attention to what it touches. The edges of the tongue wrap around to the back of her hand. It must be four inches wide! A light disgust rolls over her stomach as she chides herself for the first idea that popped into her mind. 
But then she thinks, this is my dream. No one knows what I think or do in here. As if in response to this decision, the creature sucks three of her fingers into its mouth. Yes, sucks. Like a person. And inside, sharp teeth graze her fingertips, but they don't hurt her. This thing could rip her apart if it wanted, but it laps its tongue gently between the spaces of her fingers, building a growing need in the pit of her stomach. Y/N looks over her shoulder at the darkness of the forest. The moonlight barely peeks between thick branches above, and she can't see anything past the small clearing. It's like the only beings in this entire universe are Y/N and this creature. 
Without further consideration, she uses her free hand to hoist her nightgown to her waist. Then she sits on her ass and scoots her legs into the opening unabashedly. The creature slowly releases her hand from its mouth. She lets it fall to the ground, inching into the tree opening until it's to her ribs. She breathes slowly through her nose and keeps her eyes on the tree canopy. This is her dream, and she has some control, and that tongue has got to have some other uses. Or it'll drag her inside and eat her for a midnight brunch, then she'll just wake up in her dorm, no harm done. 
The cold wetness of the creature's nose pokes at her knee. She hisses, all shame gone and replaced with heart-thrumming lust. The nose runs down the inside of her thigh, as if it knows what it's doing and has done it many times before. Y/N should have taken off her panties, but now she's too nervous to reach her hands down. It replaces its nose with the wide, warm tongue, swiping slowly against her inner thigh, right at the edge of her panty line. It takes all of her effort not to moan. She definitely doesn't want to scare it away now. Hot breath billows around her hips and she tilts her pelvis upward. 
"Go on then," she whispers encouragingly. She is throbbing from her hips to her knees. Then the sun rises, all at once and everywhere. Y/N flings upright. 
"What the fuck?" Peggy is by the door, her arms crossed. 
Y/N squints in the light before realizing her sheet have drifted to the foot of her bed, and she's lying with her legs spread wide in just her underwear and a Calvin Klein sports bra. "You know what time I come home," Peggy says with the tone of a scolding kindergarten teacher. "I wish you could have a little respect for our communal living space." 
"All of it's communal," Y/N mutters, yanking her sheet up. "When can I nap in my underwear in peace?" 
"Between the hours of seven-thirty and six-fifteen," Peggy says, hanging her jacket and backpack neatly on her row of hooks. Y/N squints at the clock on her bedside table. Shit, she napped for hours. "And it's not the underwear that is the issue," Peggy continues. "It's the moaning and writhing." 
Y/N feels her face flush. "Sorry," she says quickly. "Must have been dreaming." 
"Oh, I know all about your dreams," Peggy assures her. Y/N's eyes widen. "The TA, right?" Peggy says. "You haven't mentioned him in a while, but it sure sounds like you're being ravaged. Just...do it quieter, please?" Peggy grabs a towel and her shower caddy and leaves. She won't be back for at least forty-five minutes. Y/N rolls over and reaches into her tissue box.
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obae-me · 10 months
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if it's alright, can i request the demon brothers (separately, if not all of them just lucifer, leviathan, and belphegor are okay!) with an insomniac s/o who paces around the house of lamentation at night? thank you so much! i love your writing, and i thought the coffee order post was really cute! be well and take care <3
Of course! As someone with insomnia, I know this all too well. I'm glad you liked my little coffee post! This'll be so cute, thanks for the ask!
Their eyes opened... Sitting up in bed, they sigh, irritation waking their body more than it already had been. The ends of their fingers twitch against their covers. Another restless night. Not that they were surprised. They barely got a good night's sleep back in their own world. Of course, their demonic roommates tried to give them different remedies to help them sleep, but they weren't foolproof, it seemed.
So they stood, folding the covers away from them with an easy flourish, since it was a motion they knew all too well. Their toes curled against the cold floor to their room before they moved, covering themselves with a robe they'd been gifted. It was more to keep themselves warm. They didn't bother tying the string against them, letting the back billow behind them as they suddenly left their room.
Whenever they found themselves unable to sleep, they'd come out here to wander. The House was always so quiet at this time...it settled a soft sort of peace in them. Maybe it was partially to blame for their insomnia, unable to fully rest until they'd done their nightly patrol. But who knows what causes the human mind to stay awake? These halls and rooms were usually so noisy, facing a different series of calamities and chaos at any given moment. Now all the demons were asleep, even those who did their best to stay up all night. It was almost as if the human could feel their deep breaths as they passed by the bedrooms.
Then they found themselves checking the main rooms. The dining room, the music room, the library. They took in the vast emptiness, recalling all the fun times they'd had in these walls. Although certain rooms with certain memories called to them more than others. Special moments alone with the demon they loved.
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Lucifer
He has a rather uncanny sixth sense. Most can chalk it up to being the eldest brother of six other unruly demons. Anytime someone is awake or something feels off, it usually sends an something akin to an alert through the back of his skull. He sat up in bed, looking around his room, trying to get a feeling for what might've woken him up. Unable to hear anything from his room, he decided to leave the comfort of his bed and check the House just in case.
As if guided by an unseen force, he seemed to head right into the direction he needed to go. The music room doors were slightly ajar. Although there seemed to be nothing amiss, he could feel the presence of someone inside. So he slipped in, quiet as a shadow, folding his arms but allowing his tired and irritated mind to mellow as the one he spotted was none other than his beloved human.
They were looking through the many records he kept in here, careful to avoid the ones he'd gone out of his way to mark as cursed. Although it seemed to him that they had no intention to play any, just simply looking through them to keep themselves occupied.
He could've walked in without making a sound, but he let the hinges of the door creek enough to signal his presence. They looked behind their shoulder just as he wrapped his arms around them from behind. "Can't sleep?" He mused, a sleepy slur to his voice. Moments like these, when they were alone and exhaustion was more prevalent than his sin were special ones indeed.
"When can I ever?" They sighed heavily, clearly frustrated and tired, but leaning against him.
They felt him lean down, his usually taut and stern shoulders slouching. His chin rested on atop their head. It was a sharp little bone, but MC couldn't help but sigh contently anyway. His voice was low and soft as he spoke. "How many times I have told you now to come get me during nights like this?" During the day, such a phrase might've come across like a scold, but it only sounded sincere. "My doors are always open for you, my dear."
"I never want to bother you. You get such little sleep as it is already..."
Lucifer turned MC around in his arms, looking into their eyes. "Sleep is not as crucial to demons as it is to humans. Besides," he ran his fingers through their hair, "I would sleep much better knowing you were getting rest." The back of his knuckles then brushed against their cheekbone. "Why don't you come join me in my room tonight? I'll put on a record and hold you till you fall asleep. I'll put you to bed, and you'll dream sweetly. I promise."
His way of caring for them is very soft, a fairly stark contrast to the Lucifer the rest of the world knows. Soft melodies, soft kisses, soft blankets, soft wings, soft spoken words. He will ensure they sleep peacefully throughout the rest of the night with him.
Mammon
He's known about the insomnia thing since MC first started living with them. And for reasons he couldn't trace (obviously not the crush he had on them for forever) it drove him insane. But now that they were officially together, it worried him even worse. Humans needed sleep! He can't stand how they look when they're dead tired. Plus, he's responsible for their wellbeing! Has been since day one! He doesn't blame them at all for keeping him up, but they do. He can't get them out of his mind. Although he thinks about them all the time in general.
So, he finally gets up, feeling the need to go to their room and check on them. And maaaaaybe convince them to let him share the bed tonight. For safety reasons, ya'know? Although he always feels a little guilty asking even as greed. He knows he's not the easiest to sleep next to. Of course, checking their room, he found it empty. He should've known.
He knows there's a few places they might've wandered to. So, he begins his search, poking his head into a few rooms as he looks around for them. Eventually, he catches a little flash of light under the common room doors. He grasps the handles and pulls the doors open as quietly as he can, although for someone like him, it's hard to be fully silent.
MC turns their head as soon as the doors open. They're simply sitting on the couch, legs crossed under them, flicking through tv channels with the sound all the way on mute. They settle the remote by them. "Hey," they frown. "Did I wake you up?"
"Couldn't even sleep in the first place," he sighed, shaking his head. "I should'a known you were up." He closed the doors behind him, approaching the human with one hand on his hip. "How come you never come get me, huh?" His voice has the tendency to come off as abrasive, especially when he's emotional. He caught his own tone and the way it made his human frown. He internally beat himself up, calming down, coming over to sit beside them on the couch. "You're not a bother, ya know," he assures them, pulling them into his arms, letting them rest against his chest. "Would it kill ya to depend on me sometimes?"
"Its not that, Mammon. I just know there's not much we can do about it. It's just something I have to deal with." They leaned against him, letting him hold them. He was so warm. They feel his lips press up against the top of their head, his legs trying to wrap around them like he can't ever get enough of their touch.
"Well, then we deal with it together, yeah?" He speaks softly, quietly, the rough growl to his voice completely gone. "Isn't that what people do when they love each other? If you can't sleep, I'll stay up with ya, so you're not alone."
Even if he can't help them, even if it feels useless, he'll do the thing he does best. He'll stay by their side no matter what. If they end up staying up all night watching movies, so be it. If they eventually both fall asleep cuddled up on the couch due to pure exhaustion? That's okay too.
Levi
He's a night owl anyway. There are plenty of nights where he doesn't get sleep just because he's gaming. He knows MC has a hard time sleeping, so he always assures them that at least they have a late-night buddy. Nights when they're in separate rooms, they message each other often. Of course, he adores talking to them, because he loves them after all, but he always smiles a little when they stop messaging him, because he knows that means they've fallen asleep. Although, there are nights like tonight when they keep replying, meaning that they were being denied their rest.
Eventually, it gets so late, it makes Levi nervous. He knows that MC is going to be exhausted tomorrow. So he pauses his games and seeks out his Henry. Although, he'll admit, it took him a while to find them. He checked all the main rooms! He wasn't expecting to finally find them in the house's bathroom. W-wait, it's not what you're thinking of!
They were fully clothed, sitting in the bathtub, playing a game on their phone that they downloaded together. They hadn't noticed him come in yet. He almost...felt guilty, watching them like this, but he couldn't help it. He smiles a little as he observes their focused face, the little ways they react to things in game. Wait, wait, wait, he's here for a different reason, focus! He makes himself known as he approaches them.
"Oh, you're awake," they smile at him. "I thought when you stopped responding to my messages, it meant you'd finally fallen asleep."
He shakes his head. "I- I was looking for you," he admitted. "You- you weren't in your room."
They quickly looked apologetic. "Sorry, I felt a bit restless. I guess I wandered around till I wound up here. I think it reminded me of being with you."
The words they say hit him like a critical attack, his heart melting, but of course, a little bit of envy stirred in his heart. "Then- then why didn't you come to my room instead? Is this tub so much nicer than mine?"
They appeared a bit surprised but then looked at him with soft eyes. "Like I said, I thought you were asleep. I didn't want to wake you up."
"Why not?" He suddenly exclaimed a little, acting out in a little bit of boldness as he climbed into the tub with them, hovering over them with his hands pressed into the porcelain by their head. Although he got himself flustered, deciding to wrap their arms around them instead, resting his head against their chest. "You could- could come in whenever, and climb in next to me, just like this... Is my room not good enough? Isn't that the sort of thing normie couples do?"
"Levi, I never said that. I love you and your room." MC feels Levi's heart almost jolt as they say that. It doesn't matter how long they've been together now, it always flusters him.
"Then...let's go to my room," Levi insists.
He's hardly ever so confident, but his sin mixed with the anxiety towards the human he loves gets him to do amazing things. He wants to be the best partner MC can ever have, sweeping them off their feet like a character in a romance anime. More than that though, he just wants them to feel safe and rested...and he wants to be that haven for them...because they're his safe space too.
Satan
He often stays up rather late, reading books or planning pranks for Lucifer till the wee hours of the morning. Of course, now he can add worrying for his partner to his list of reasons. He knows they don't mean to keep him up with worry, but he can't help it. He's done his research on insomnia and he knows the type of toll it can take on a human body. Add that to his circus of a family, and it's a wonder MC can function at all.
He's also done his best to read and research ways to help a restless mind. He's made potions and teas and charms, found magical items and spells to help. Sometimes his experiments hinder more than help, so for the time being, he let's nature take it's course. But he knows that in doing so, MC probably can't rest at all.
At some point, he realizes he can't focus on the words of the pages of his books, so he puts it down. At this rate, he won't be able to relax either. So, he goes to find them, rubbing the back of his head in irritation when he can't seem to spot them. Eventually, he opens the library doors, a little surprised to see his adored human inside. He should've known.
They're sitting in one of the lounge chairs, a book in their lap, sleepy circles under their eyes. They lift their head to look at him, having just enough energy to smile when they spot him. "Still up?" They ask him.
"That's a funny question coming from you," he huffs, although the harshness of his comment is lessened by the color coming to his cheeks. Something about the way they look at him always seems to make him feel this way. Once his heart settles, he comes over to the chair, shaking his head at them. "I know you can't sleep, but you should still give your mind a break." Before they can speak, he takes the open book from their hands, keeping their placed saved with his thumb between the pages.
They quickly sigh and give him a little look. "I know, but I go insane just laying there. It's like torture."
His eyelashes flutter as his eyes glimmer with an idea. "How about we go with a happy-medium then?" He asks, taking their hand, giving it a squeeze, pulling them up from their seat and taking their place, before guiding them into his lap. He hears them huff in a spot of stubbornness before they rest against him, their head on his shoulder. "I'll read to you so you can rest your eyes." He brushes a thumb against their cheek. "If you fall asleep, I'll be here with you, but if not, let's enjoy this story together."
They both find comfort in each other's company. MC feels lulled by Satan's voice, and the mentioned demon finds his breathing slow with MC being so relaxed around him. Satan didn't account for the fact that he might fall asleep first, but he does. He never fully remembers just how calm his human makes him. If MC manages to fall asleep too, they rest together throughout the night. If MC still can't sleep, at least the torturous silence is gone, listening to the soft sounds of Satan's breath.
Asmo
He takes this more seriously than almost all his other brothers, which shocks everyone in the House. There are many easy jokes to be had about 'sleepless nights' while he's the Avatar of Lust, and while he does make a few passing remarks about it, that's not what he's focused on.
It doesn't matter if demons and angels don't need sleep quite like humans do, he knows how important sleep is even for beings like him! Taking care of his body is essential to his beauty! He loves to feel good in every sense of the word, and being groggy and exhausted and dizzy from lack of sleep is a horrible state to be in. He can't stand thinking that his beloved feels like that more often than not.
On nights like these when they sleep in separate rooms, he finds it hard to sleep. Yes, he's become rather addicted to the warmth of their body, but that's not the main problem. What if they're not sleeping again?! Oh, his poor darling, spending another day with exhausted dry eyes and a frazzled look about them... Before he realizes it, he's out of his own bed to at least check on them.
When he doesn't find them in their room at this hour, he knows they're restless... So, he searches for them, checking every nook and cranny of the house till he discovers them in the living room.
"Oh, hun," Asmo sighs in relief and a bit of sympathy as he eyes them essentially wandering around the room in circles.
They turn at his voice and smile faintly. "Asmo, what're you doing here? Couldn't sleep either?"
"I went to check on you, but you weren't in your room." There's a small pout to his lips as he comes over and immediately pecks a kiss to their cheek. The chill night air throughout the house has left their skin cold. He frowns at that.
"Sorry," the human apologizes, looking at the dark empty space of the living room. "I couldn't sleep and ended up wandering in here..." They suddenly smile a little brighter. "I guess I was thinking about the party you threw in here the other day."
The demon hums and wraps his arm around his love, swaying a little on their feet. "It was such a fun time! We all outdid ourselves so much we all fell asleep next to each other, even you."
"If only it were always that easy," they sigh.
Asmo's face falls slightly, but then lifts into a reassuring grin. "Come relax with me...even if you can't fall asleep, I know it will reinvigorate you a little. I can give you a massage if you'd like, or we can just snuggle till the morning! What do you say, darling?"
He might not know how to fully help, but he's an expert in self care. He'll pamper MC as much as he needs to to make them relaxed. Even if they can't sleep, he's determined to ensure they don't look or feel so drained...and he can't deny he loves their company.
Beel
He was up getting a late night snack, as you might imagine. And since the kitchen is so close to MC's room, he always feels like he has to check in on them. Just to be sure they're okay. Okay, and maybe to see their precious sleeping face, but mostly because of safety. He sleeps better at night knowing they're doing alright. Plus, since he knows the human has the tendency to have sleepless nights, he checks in on them to see if they're resting.
He frowns a bit when he finds their bedroom empty. He'd go find them after he grabbed the two of them some snacks. Although, his search was luckily cut short. The human was already in the kitchen, wandering aimlessly, chuckling at some of the empty shelves and irritated messages left on sticky-notes, obviously not in here for food.
"There you are," Beel smiled a bit.
They turned to look up at him with a smile. "I was wondering when you'd come down to get a snack," they explained.
That made Beel frown a bit. "Have you been in here long?"
"A little bit, yeah..." But the human came over to wrap their arms around him, assuring him that it was fine.
"You know you can always come get me, don't you? I don't like the thought of you waiting awake alone..." He rubs their back soothingly, wishing that he could just...crush their problems for them.
"I know, I know."
He scooped them up into his arms, holding them close. He loves hugging them so much, it's always so hard to let go. He always wants more. But for now, he'd pick them up and settle them in a seat or even on the kitchen counter even though he knows Lucifer hates that, moving around the kitchen to get snacks. "I'll find you something that might make you sleepy." He manages to control himself as he makes them some tea or hot chocolate, making him a large portion as well. He hands it to them and stands in front of them, rubbing their cheek before they drink. "I always find it easier to sleep with a full and warm stomach, maybe this will help."
"Thank you, Beel," the human grins as they drink, laughing lightly at Beel's thrilled noises as he downs his mug. "It's good."
"Very good. Everything always tastes better when I'm with you." His eyes seem to sparkle a little bit before he kisses their forehead. "Do you want to go back to your room or mine?"
He'll let them choose what they want before he picks them up and takes them to bed. He'll hold them close and keep them warm. And if they can't sleep, he'll keep bringing them snacks for them to both munch on so they feel better.
Belphie
Perhaps it's just a Sloth perk, but he can always tell when someone is asleep or awake. Especially if it's someone he cares about. Sure he likes his own sleep, but he likes making others get rest too. He sits up in bed, rubbing his eyes, almost irritated with the human for making him feel restless too, but he knows it's not their fault. He wishes they would come to him during these times though. He's Sloth, but more than that, he's their love, surely he can help them sleep whether he utilizes his Sin or not.
At least he doesn't have to hunt around the house for them. He has a feeling he knows where they are. It's where they almost always are when they can't sleep. The observatory.
When he gets there, he finds them on their back on the ground, staring up at the stars. He-- being the little brat that he is-- sneaks over until he pops up in front of them, making them jump. He gets them every time, you would think they'd learn by now. "Belphie..." They whine.
"Sorry, sorry," he apologizes, although he only half-means it. He rests beside them, letting them rest his head on the pillow he always carries with him. "I could feel your restlessness from my room."
"Sorry," they sigh, an exhausted breath leaving their lungs.
He turns on his side, pulling them close, curling into them. He glances at them softly though his bangs. "Don't be, it's not your fault you have a silly brain."
The human huffs a little. "My brain's not silly."
"It's what's keeping you up, isn't it?" He teases lightly. He rubs their head, like he's trying to get their mind to calm down. His cheeky smile falls a bit as he looks a little more serious. "Why didn't you come get me tonight? You know I love to help you fall asleep."
The human opens their mouth and then closes it, looking away back up at the stars for a little bit. "It's because you get too grumpy when I wake you up."
The demon huffs and makes a buzzer sound. "Try again."
MC sighs and closes their eyes. "I don't know. I guess I wanted to try to function on my own this time...I can't depend on magic for the rest of my life. This isn't your problem to fix."
There's a silence that settles over the both of them for a while. Then he seems to tug on them tighter. They can feel his nose burrow into the back of their neck. "Maybe it's not my problem, but that doesn't mean I can't do what I want. And what I want is to have sweet dreams with you every night. I won't use my sin if you don't want me to, but you can still come get me, even if it's just to cuddle."
He'll make it sound like it's for totally selfish spoiled reasons, but deep inside he can't sleep comfortably anymore unless he knows MC is safe... He'll take them back to their room even if he has to drag them there. He'll tuck them in tightly and snuggle up next to them. He doesn't mean to use his Sin, but sleepiness comes more naturally with him around. Even if they can't fall fully asleep, Belphie can feel his soul settle a little more at ease even just hearing them breathe softer.
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sanscat0414 · 1 month
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Sideline 1
Hawks x Timid Reader
Scenario: Hawks loses his memories after a villlan fight leading to head trauma. His sidekick was all the more ready to take your place as his girlfriend. She fed him lies to make Hawks hate you. Will he remember you or will you remain a thorn in his eyes.
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It had been 2 months since Hawks was hospitalized after a long stressful fight. Each day you pray he would wake up.
You were there every possible moment waiting and hoping for the day he woken up. You had to work but You would stay by his side up until visiting hours where over. You would come home to your small little apartment crying wanting to have him back. You missed his warmth and you miss all those silly moments you had together.
You immediately rushed over to the hospital once your business trip was over to check on him. When you opened the door you saw him with his side kick, Vivian, the Shadow hero. Vivian was straddling Hawks and they were flirting with one another. You were grateful that he was finally awake but heartbroken seeing him with another woman.
“Hawks?” You asked trying to hide your broken heart.
“That’s the woman I was telling you about. Always trying to tear us apart.” Vivian said.
“What are you talking about I’m-“
“Don’t act all confused now! You weee always budding in like a crazy Fan and you always harassed me! Saying mean things about my body and coming on to Hawks like a creep!” She said.
She win an Oscar if she was an actress with all her crocodile tears. That wasn’t that part that make you hurt. What made you stop and broken was the look in Hawks eyes. No longer was the loving stares he gave you, there was only hate in his eyes.
He gave you the coldest stare you ever seen and sternly said “Get out. Look I don’t know what your problem is but stay away form my girl friend and Me.”
“Wait Hawks but we ar-“
“I don’t want to hear your delusions, please leave before I call security.”
He wouldn’t listen to you. You had no choice but to leave the room. You figured by now that Hawks didn’t remember you. You look back through the small window of the door. Hawks was happy, staring lovingly toward Vivian. You left crying running home. You tried everyday to see Hawks but the staff inform you he didn’t want to see you. They looks at you with pity knowing that you cared for him deeply despite them not knowing your relationship with him other than you were on his emergency contacts.
Once he was out you went to his agency to try to reason with him. He never listened brushing you aside like you were nothing but trash to him. Vivian did her best to keep you or any memory of you from surfacing, going so far to go into his office to remove any trace of you. Hawks even told the secretary to not let you in after 3-4 times you ended up there.
After a while you gave up, Hawks didn’t want anything to do with you. You lost hope that Hawks would ever love you again. Night after night you cried and wake up from nightmares only to wake up to another nightmare. One which Hawks despise you, one that Hawks was no longer your man, no longer look at you with love, no longer Hawks even look at you. You wake up looking up hoping you catch a glance at him only for you to see nothing.
You were walking home when you came across Tokoyami. Tokoyami wasn’t that close to you but Hawks sometimes brought Tokoyami along to have lunch or dinner so you two were really well acquainted.
“Oh Hi Tsukuyomi. It’s been a while how are you?” You asked putting up the best smile you can.
“Fine. I noticed you and Hawks are not talking. Did something happen?”
You couldn’t hold yourself back from crying. You could barely even tell him the whole truth. He guiding you to away form the crowded streets and held you as cry on his shoulders. Once you calmed down you told him what happened, how Hawks hates you and refuses to speak to you.
“… he won’t listen to me. Hawks doesn’t believe me. I been sidelined by Vivian…”
“You shouldn’t give up. You love him don’t you?”
“OF COURSE I DO! But what can I do? He’s happy with her, He hates me. I can’t even get a word in before he pushes me away! I can’t… I can’t do this anymore. I don’t know what to do Toki. I don’t….” You said.
“There you are.” You and Tokoyami heard.
You both look up to see Hawks. You immediately tried to hide yourself behind Tokoyami.
“Why are you here? Are you bothering my intern now?” Hawks said annoyed as soon as he saw you.
Tokoyami look back at you as you held on to his cap. You shook your head as if to tell him not to say a word.
“No, she’s not bothering me Hawks. She’s a friend of mine. I was helping her with something.”
“Oh. Well we should continue your patrols. I wanna ask if you want to have lunch with me Viv is gonna be there too.”
You flinched a bit hearing him call Vivian by a nickname so lovingly. You kept silent. Tokoyami declined and said he was going to escort you home the continue work. You can’t do anything but watch as he leaves you and Tokoyami. As he lifted you couldn’t help but try to reach out only to pull your hand back as you watch. Once you were home you laid on your couch scrolling through all your photos. Hawks smiling with you on your date to the amusement park, he was in disguise but it was a funny picture with a fake mustache. You smile at all your memories but you tears continue to fall as you remember your nothing to him now.
You can only watch him soar from the sideline.
Part 2
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kira-fluff · 2 years
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Y/n who sleeps w no pants on!!! Can you write it for haikyuu like with kuroo and atsumu? Pretty please? ❤️
a/n: *inhales* NO PANTS = PANTS!! i actually relate like pants are so confining >.< i'm assuming you mean no shorts either? lol ..btw i decided to make it pre-relationship so it's especially spicy ehe tw: language, suggestive
sleeping with no pants on - haikyuu!! x reader
atsumu miya you sighed contentedly, slipping off your pants and sliding comfortably under your plush covers. there was something so freeing about being pant-less, the cool sheets brushing across your bare legs, yet not uncomfortable with your panties still on. you swore you slept better without your pants getting rummaged around while you were under the covers and constantly switching which position was most comfortable for you. unbeknownst to you, he had come into your apartment, having been given the key because "what if a spider is in my bathroom". sighing into your sheets, you readjusted your position, completely forgetting that you'd planned a movie night with him.
turning the latch to open your door, he was surprised to be welcomed with complete darkness. he felt around for the light switch, calling your name to see if you were waiting some where to scare him. he was NOT going to be fooled like that again - once you'd jumped out of a corner and he still remembered the high-pitched scream he let out. not his proudest moment. he continued to stomp around your house warily, steeling himself for jump-scare. when he opened the door to your room, he found you nestled comfortably in your covers, sleeping softly. did you seriously forget about the movie? seriously? as payment for your forgetfulness, atsumu thought you deserved a special "awakening". without warning, he grabbed your sheets and ripped them off of you yelling, "what are you doing!?" you smirked as you let out a little shriek of surprise. then his smile fell. you rubbed your eyes, "'sumu...? what are you doing here?" your voice was still groggy from sleep. you were met with silence as a reply. you ran through all your appointments and scheduling in your mind before smacking your head. "right, the movie. sorry." you paused. typically, by now you'd be met with your pouty, bratty best friend, acting like he was two instead of twenty. normally he'd never shut up... so why...? atsumu gulped. he backed away slowly as if dealing with an unrestrained animal, letting out a strained cough. he couldn't keep his eyes from falling back to your plush, soft legs... his eyes trailing up to the space where your thigh met your hip and-- fuck. he was not supposed to be thinking about his best friend like this. he never intended to.. but he'd be lying if he said he didn't shake awake some nights because he was dreaming of you. he felt his face grow hotter. why'd ya have to be so damn hot? this wasn't how it was supposed to be. you were supposed to be friends and you'd definitely be disgusted with him if you found out where his mind wandered when you weren't looking. or when you were. but you didn't know. bless you're oblivious, cute ass. he realized he'd been staring. "i'll," his voice cracked so he cleared his throat, "i'll be in ya kitchen." he quickly turned away, stalking out of the room with a bewildered expression, fist clenched at his side. you raised an eyebrow. then you looked down. shit.
kuroo tetsuro there was something you and kuroo had in common - you both loved to cuddle. typically, you'd find yourselves huddled together under and blanket with a movie playing, sometimes talking during the whole thing and other times lying together in silence. today, you'd ended up talking until well past midnight, so you offered kuroo a place to stay the night. he obliged after much convincing, and again after much convincing, allowed the two of you to share your bed. for cuddles, of course. however, kuroo couldn't stop the rapid pace his heart was beating as you burrowed into the covers, softly groaning as you shifted your weight to come closer to him, rubbing your nose on his arm. he sighed as he looked down at you, finding a half-smile creeping up his face. at last, he willed his heart to slow it's beating, and closed his eyes. not ten minutes later, you were once again shifting your position, even kicking your legs a little. he chuckled at your sleeping habits because it was so you. he couldn't help kissing the top of your head softly. then he felt it. something that he was pretty sure was not there before. your soft, supple thigh rubbing against his own. kuroo's eyes widened slowly. he told himself he wouldn't look but he had to know he wasn't going crazy. he slowly lifted the sheets, and sure enough, even in his semi-nocturnal vision, he could see plainly that you weren't wearing your pants anymore. you must've kicked them off if your sleep, he supposed. he honestly wouldn't have minded so much at your cuddling, he told himself, if it wasn't your bare leg wrapping around his own, only the small cloth of your panties covering you. dammit, this is not what he should be thinking about. he was already feeling himself getting hard, his breath growing ragged. his heart was beating at a staggering pace, and it certainly didn't help that you seemed to nestle impossibly closer to him at every given chance, latching onto his arm and threading your legs around his own. he could feel you rubbing against the side of his hip. his expression must've been comical. he just had to sit there and do nothing. he wasn't going to tell you to stop.. he didn't want to wake you up. and maybe a part of him wanted this. ok, a big part of him. not while you're asleep though. he thought maybe you were a restless sleeper, so he tried to rub your arm softly in attempt to calm you down. didn't work. so, he decided to suffer - he wasn't losing a friend over a stupid boner. so yeah, it was a long night. it's safe to say he didn't get much sleep. you awoke to an empty space beside you. when you called his name, he popped back in the room, as if he was shocked you woke up. "g'morning," you mumbled. kuroo swallowed thickly, deciding he might as well confront it now, "hey, uh... do you always sleep without pants on?" you looked down, you face flushing.
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jelliezellie · 11 months
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hi!! could i request levi falling in love with a workaholic reader and he tries to push it down but literally cannot keep himself away 😭
A/N: Your guys’ requests are amazing!! I love this one, I’m gonna reread this every time I stay up all night working on my book. I'm not sure if this is good enough because I barely proofread it but enjoy!
Workaholic - Levi x Reader
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You signed another paper after spending twenty minutes writing about a single incident that happened in the field. It was nothing major; nobody got hurt. Two cadets went off-course for a moment but came back immediately. Yet, you were stuck doing paperwork for them because of their mistakes. 
You sighed, placing the paper on top of the “finished work” pile. You stared at the intimidating stack of paperwork you were given and grabbed another.
Footsteps approached your room, then everything went quiet. Your eyes flickered to your door, then back to your paperwork when nothing happened. A few moments later, someone knocked. “Y/n,” Levi called, “can I come in?”
“Yes,” you replied, not setting your pen down as you continued to fill out paperwork. 
Levi slowly opened the door and stared at you. His eyes were baggy and his voice was rough but soft as if he had just woken up. “Why are you still awake?” He questioned, crossing his arms. 
“The sun just set,” you replied, signing your name, “I just need to finish these papers.”
Levi scoffed and sat across from you, tilting his head. “What time do you think it is?” He asked, staring at your paperwork. 
You shrugged. “10 PM? 11? I don’t know.”
“It’s 2 AM,” he deadpanned, “and we have a mission tomorrow.” You didn’t respond as you kept filling out papers. “Y/n, look at me.”
You sighed and looked at him with unamused eyes. He frowned when he noticed the exhaustion that spread across your face. He noticed how your lips were cracked from biting your lip while you were deep in thought, something he always found charming about you. He noticed how dark the bags under your eyes were. 
“What do you want?”
“I want you to go to bed.”
“Not until I finish all of this.” You took another paper from the stack but Levi grabbed your wrist. 
“Then,” he hesitated. “Then let me help. You’re running out of ink for your pen and you don’t even have folders to file anything in,” he said, letting your hand go. “We’ll get everything done.”
You stared at him, then at the stack of papers. “Are you sure?”
“Positive. Come on; take the papers with you. I have ink and folders in my office.” 
You stood, carrying the papers behind Levi as he led you to his office and opened the door. You sat on one side of his desk while he sat on the other, sliding pens and ink and folders to you. 
Together, you worked in silence for a little while. Every now and then, you could feel his eyes on you, but you didn’t say anything or even look his way. He was charming, but you were too focused on the work. Finally, he broke the silence. “Are you alright?”
“Fine.”
He looked up from the work and stared at you again. “Your hand is trembling. Do you need to take a break?”
“No.”
He sighed and stood, walking away for a moment. You noticed, as you worked, that missed his presence near you. You missed the quiet sighs and the sounds of his fingers grabbing a pen to write in his perfect handwriting. You missed the way he’d grab a paper and his hand would get so close to yours. 
Finally, you looked up from the work and blinked for the first time in what felt like hours. Levi returned with tea for you and for him. You sipped from it, staring at him with a soft smile as he sat down again. “You remembered how I like my tea,” you mumbled.
“Yeah.”
“I only told you once,” you replied with a grin.
He stared at you. “I only needed to hear it once.”
You nodded and continued working, going back into the trance of concentration. Your hand ached but at least you were getting a lot done. 
An hour later, Levi picked up the last paper and filled it out, then stood and stretched. He opened his mouth to say something but then noticed how you were sound asleep on his desk, your arms supporting your head. “Nuisance,” he muttered under his breath, trying to suppress his smile.
Bonus: (slight one-bed trope)
He couldn’t just leave you there. Levi sighed and lifted you up gently, taking note of how your head rested on his shoulder so perfectly. He took you back to your room and place you on your bed. Your arms were still wrapped around his shoulders as he tucked you in and tried to pull away.
“Stay,” you mumbled. Levi couldn’t tell if you were asleep or not when you said that, but his heart melted in his chest as he sat on your bed beside you. He pulled the covers over himself, too, as your hands still wrapped around him. 
“Idiot,” he whispered as he closed his eyes.
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soobpricity · 6 months
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anti romantic
chapter 15 : we could be romancing the night away
synopsis : anti romantic, college student choi yeonjun who thinks he’s seen everything in a relationship, promising himself that he won’t go through another relationship ever again to prevent himself from going through another heartbreak. that was until he sees yn, a classmate, chasing his heart. will his walls be enough to scare yn away, or will they continue chasing yeonjun with all they have ?
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your eyes blinked open, feeling a shift next to you. spotting yeonjun, as you unconsciously moved towards him, laying your head on his chest and arms still tightly wrapped around him. yeonjun, who had been awake for a while, let out a small chuckle, finding it cute that you had barely woken up and you were already so excited to be with him.
“don’t you have anything to do today, yn ?” yeonjun tilted his head, his hand coming up to play with your hair, scratching the top of your head.
“no…” you mumbled, looking up at him, your eyes nearly swollen from how well you had slept last night. yeonjun laughed, attempting to pat your hair down as it had poofed up all of a sudden.
“you’re so cute, are you feeling better from your cold ?” yeonjun asked once again, the back of his hand meeting your forehead, as he still felt it quite warm. he had a feeling that told him that you weren’t feeling any better than you were last night.
“…i’m feeling really tired, jun.. i feel like i could just lay all day in bed.. especially with a special someone.” you frown, eyes still not completely open, although as you rubbed them, they felt slightly less heavy.
“go back to sleep, yn. i’ll be right here, okay ? i should’ve brought you home earlier yesterday, i’m so sorry..” yeonjun apologized, guilt eating him up for messing around with you a bit before bringing you back home from the party.
“it’s not your fault at all, jun.. plus i don’t think i would be this happy if last night didn’t go the way that it went… but can you do me a favor, please ?” yeonjun raised his eyebrows, wondering what you were going to ask him to do. “can you please bring me another blanket, there’s one in my closet..”
“of course i can, my stunning beauty..” yeonjun placed a peck on your cheek, no worries in his mind, he wouldn’t mind if he got sick if it was for you. he got up, seeing you shiver from the lost body warmth that he provided for you. he opened up your closet, immediately spotting a pink comfy blanket, it was just big enough to cover the both of you. he unfolded the blanket, placing it right above you. loving the way that you scrunched up your face, enjoying the warmth before making crabby hands to reach out to him. silently asking him to join you again.
he looked handsome as per usual, grey sweatpants and a white tee. his black hair curling up a bit but falling nicely on his forehead, adding onto his beauty. he was just so pretty.
you watched as he lied down, taking your hands into his, keeping them close to his chest.
you meant so much to him. he didn’t want to lose you. he knows that it’s ‘love’, but he’s scared to call it ‘love’.. he knows that you’re loyal, that you’re oh so willing to stay by his side no matter what, but he’s scared. he thought the same thing in his previous relationships, including yoojung, and look how that played out. his life used to be such a masterpiece, he was torn apart so much, by different people.. but now the masterpiece was painting itself. his life was returning to him. he was so used to being hurt.. so what was the problem this time ? why couldn’t he admit that he loved you, even though he knew very well that you had a special spot in his heart.
“jjun.. you okay ?” you muttered, head on his chest, your hands still entangled, held close to his stomach. he loved this, so why was it so hard to tell you that he loved you ? was it too soon ?? to be fair, you barely made it official a day ago.. was his brain just moving to far ? his heart was moving quicker, while his brain knew that it was way too soon to call this love. “jjun..”
“hmm.. yeah- no, i’m okay.” he spoke under his breath. as he attempted to hold you closer, even though the two of you were close enough. he was scared.. was his relationship with yoojung really so traumatizing that he felt threatened in such a secure relationship.
“yeonjun-“ yeonjun’s heart paused, he hadn’t heard his actual name come out of your mouth in such a long time. to you he was always ‘jun’ or ‘jjunnie’, anything but his name, sometimes you even called him ‘my ducky’. he loved that nickname, he knew that you called him that because of his hair color when you encountered him.. and maybe because of his rather plump lips.
“… yeah ..?” he avoided looking at you in your eyes, worried to see an expression of disappointment resting on your face. the warmth that you emitted was removed from his chest, your hands still in his. as you sat up, ignoring any ill symptoms that were bothering you.
“you-… you don’t- regret anything.. do you ?” you question also avoiding his gaze, afraid of yeonjun’s answer. “last night-.. it was a lot to take in…. not that i regret anything !!! but i just… it just doesn’t seem—.. like you are okay with anything that happened yesterday..”
yeonjun’s eyes immediately lift up from his lap to see you. a shocked expression on his face, he hadn’t been very open, but he didn’t regret a single thing ! he just knew that it was going to take a while for him to completely grow comfortable in a relationship.
“yn.. no- i didn’t regret anything, i’m sorry.. i didn’t mean to make you feel that way….-i’m just kind of scared… y’know- it wasn’t that long ago that i broke up with yoojung. and it’s going to take some time for me to become really comfortable in a relationship.. but i feel bad- i feel bad that you have to go through that just because i still haven’t fully recovered from yoojung cheating on me… im sorry, i really do-… i really do care about you and i want to try in this relationship.. because you really have a special place in my heart and i-… i see a potential future with you…” yeonjun muttered the last part, his cheeks warming up. his confidence fading as he moved his eyes back onto his lap.
“yeonjun…” you fingers lingered on his chin, lifting his head up, sharing a small smile with him. “i’m not rushing you, yeonjun.. i don’t want you to feel like you have to rush your way through this relationship for me, yeonjun.. i can wait.. i’m okay with waiting for you. if you’re not ready for this relationship then we don’t have to be exclusive, as much as i want it- i’m not going to pressure you into doing something yeonjun.” your heart quickened in pace, you didn’t want to lose what you had with him.
he looked at you, sun shining on the side of your face. your beauty glowing even more. he took in your kind words, putting aside your own wants and needs.. all to make sure that he was comfortable and happy. he felt euphoric..? he was full of joy. he shook his head.
“i want this.. yn, i want you. i really really like you. you make me happy. you make me feel like i’m your number one priority. i want this. i truly do.. but are you going to be okay dealing with my constant insecurities and anxiety…” yeonjun’s brown eyes looked directly into yours. his fingers fidgeting around with your hands.
“of course i’m okay with that jun.. i don’t want to rush you into anything.. you deserve to feel loved, and if that means that i have to go through thick and thin with you.. i’m willing to do so, that’s what a lover is supposed to do.. i want to be there for you, i want to regain your trust in love and i want you to never have second thoughts….”
“i trust you, yn.. i just don’t trust love… but i’m confident you’ll make that happen. i don’t regret anything from last night and i’ll show that to you, i’ll give you all my love, all the affection i can give you. i just never want you to feel like i don’t love you, because i truly do.. and i’ll show you that everyday, every minute, and even every second.”
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tinybirbwrites · 1 year
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Losing Control (batfam/reader)
this was part of that one idea i talked about a while ago. it’s unfinished, but i thought i’d share it anyway. small warning for language and mild violence, also attempted sexual assault but it’s not very detailed and doesn’t get very far.
tried keeping reader genderneutral, not sure if i missed anything.
hope you enjoy reading!
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The first time it happened, I got angry during training. 
Sparring with anyone from the batfamily would rarely lead to a victorious outcome—they were too experienced, too talented, too ambitious. I didn't expect to win, but a tie would be nice. And yet, I always ended up on the ground, or trapped in someone's hold. I rarely landed a hit myself, and barely managed to dodge. 
It was frustrating, and more often than not, I found myself getting angry at the guys for never giving me a chance, but mostly at myself for being so weak.
But never had I blacked out like this before.
One moment I was on the ground, pressed down by Jason's weight, the next I was standing upright and staring down at him, his chest beneath my foot. He was frantically tapping my leg, and I realized that I was pressing down on his ribs hard enough to break them.
I immediately stumbled backwards and sat down, trying to recall what had happened, while Jason groaned and sat up. He didn't seem hurt, thankfully, just out of breath and surprised.
“Well,” he said, “that one was new.”
We didn't get to talk about what happened afterwards.
It was getting late and I was on my way home when it happened again. I remember being followed and touched by three tall guys, terrified to the point of being unable to move, to defend myself. 
Next thing I knew, all three men were on the ground, knocked out with broken noses, covered in strange bite marks and scratches. I called the police and went home, scared and confused.
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The third time it happened, Damian was yelling at me because I had made a mistake. It was on patrol, and I usually stayed back so I wouldn't get in the way, but Dick had told me I should get involved more, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to learn anything new. But of course I had made a mistake, and Damian thought it necessary to burn it into my brain. 
I loved Damian, but I hated being yelled at. The anger came easily, and next time I opened my eyes, I was being held against the wall by Bruce himself. 
“Calm down,” he said. He was using the Batman Voice, sending chills down my spine and making me go limp immediately, scared of having made him angry, and scared of what I had done this time. Was Damian okay?
Luckily, Damian was unharmed, but he looked a bit pale and kept staring at me with wide eyes. 
I told Bruce about my blackouts that night, so he took me back to the cave to run some tests.
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“The causes are high surges of adrenaline,” Bruce stated calmly, “In other words; anger, or strong fear.”
“So I'm the Hulk now?” I scoffed, but it just turned into an exhausted sigh. Bruce had taken some of my blood and insisted on doing the tests now instead of waiting until tomorrow. I was about ready to pass out.
“I want to see the effects up close in a safe environment. Only that way will I be able to tell what's happening to your body.” Bruce was already walking towards a platform with a big cell made out of see-through, bulletproof glass. 
“Can this wait until tomorrow? Please?” He stopped and looked back at me with a frown. “I know this is important, but I really need some sleep, and I don't even know if I can make it happen on command.”
He considered me for a long moment, making me squirm under his piercing gaze, before he finally nodded. “Go.”
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“Damian?” I whispered, lightly knocking on his door. He had been sent away to bed early, leaving before I could apologize for what had happened. “Are you awake?”
The door unlocked, so I slowly opened it. Damian was already back on his bed, lying down with his back leaning against the headrest, arms crossed. He avoided my gaze, stubbornly staring at his feet instead.
I closed the door and leaned against it for a moment, unsure where I stood with him right now. Was he angry? Upset? Scared? 
“Damian,” I started cautiously, “I'm sorry. I don't know exactly what happened, but I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.”
“Wasn't scared,” he mumbled. 
I couldn't help but smile. “Okay. But it's alright to be scared, you know that, right?”
He just gave a grunt. 
“You also know I love you, yes? And that I'd never want to hurt you?”
He pulled his legs closer to his chest, turning his head away more. I could see his embarrassed pout before he could hide it. 
“Damian?” I pushed gently. He let out a breath through his nose and mumbled something incoherent.
I slowly sat down on his bed near his feet. “What did you say? I didn't catch that.”
“I said,” he sighed, talking louder and more clearly, but still not looking at me, “that it's me who keeps hurting you. I knew that, but I didn't really see how much I hurt you until earlier today.”
He looked at me then, eyes full of shame, “I do not understand how you can still care about me.”
I was taken aback by his genuine words, as I was so used to his harsh shell. He rarely showed any softness or openness to anyone, aside maybe from Richard. I lifted a hand to gently cup his cheek, and he leaned into my touch like a cat.
“You're complicated to get along with, I'll give you that,” I said, “But I can see your heart, Damian. And I want to keep it safe. I know you don't always mean what you say, and no matter how much some things hurt, I will always care about you.”
He frowned, giving a thoughtful hum. “So you're just going to take the beating?”
I sighed. “Well, I don't want to, but what am I supposed to do? Yell at you? Besides, you don't always want me getting all emotional like right now. If I don't want to lose you, I'll just have to roll with the punches and deal with it and not take it personally.”
Damian gave a huff, then started shuffling around and pulling at my arm until I was lying down with him, letting him curl up in my arms and press his face against my collarbone.
“I will… try… to be less… harsh,” he muttered into my shirt. “I... don't want to lose you, either.”
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“High adrenaline surge caused by anger is the initial trigger. It seems a part of their brain falls asleep, but the rest stays active, controlled by an unknown force that has yet to be understood. Physical changes are getting more apparent the longer they stay in that state. Increased length and sharpness of teeth, especially the canines. Aggressive behavior, borderline animalistic. No usage of vocabulary, only hissing, growling and snarling. The skin on both hands and arms starts turning dark black after one minute, and after three, the same happens to the eye whites, gums and tongue. It’s like tar slowly seeping out from every pore, covering what’s underneath.”
Bruce's notes were highly concerning, to say the least. He had kept a close eye on me the whole week, until, inevitably, I got angry during training yet again. He put me inside the cell and observed for twenty minutes, before getting me to calm down.
‘Getting me to calm down’ meant he sent Dick to make cooing noises at me until he got close enough to give me a hug. Miraculously, it worked wonders.
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“You guys want me to listen to ASMR the whole day? So I won't get angry anymore? You do know that's not how it works, right?”
Bruce had invented a device that could comfortably be worn on my person, monitoring my vitals and sending a distress signal to the closest member of the batfamily in case my adrenaline got to critical levels again. Meanwhile, the boys had apparently unanimously agreed on a strategy on how to keep me calm, meaning they had put together a playlist with ASMR and calming ambience videos for me to listen to whenever I could feel my blood pressure starting to rise. 
It was really sweet, but whether it was actually going to work was a whole nother question entirely. 
“Don’t knock it till you try it,” Jason shrugged, then grimaced at his own words. “Fuck’s sake, I sound like Alfred.”
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Dick and I were on an undercover mission. It was a small one, just for one night, in which we'd have to do our best to get some information out of Subject A, a thirty year old rich woman in a red dress and big red hat, and Subject B, the owner of a big company and the husband of Subject A. 
Both were insufferable, absolutely the worst. Dick was a natural at being charming and disarming, so he had no problems with talking to either subject, though I could tell by the way he would clench his jaw whenever he smiled that he was just as annoyed as I was.
Me, on the other hand, could not stand another minute in the same room as either of those two. So I told Dick I would be getting some fresh air.
And because I had the best luck in the world, some lonely rich guy followed me outside and kept talking to me, and kept creeping closer to me until he was fully in my personal bubble, completely unprompted. 
“Oh, you look cold,” he said, and because apparently he thought he had the right to touch me, wrapped an arm around my waist to press me closer to his side, “Maybe we should go back inside? Or maybe I could bring you home, hmm? You seem lonely, like me.”
Everything about this guy was creeping me out. He smelled so heavily of cologne that I wanted to gag, and he kept breathing into my face. 
“I would very much like to be alone, to be honest,” I pressed out between clenched teeth, already feeling the familiar pounding in my head. “I did not give you any permission to touch me like this, so please, kindly back off, sir—now.”
He was murmuring something about reading my body language and subtext and getting clear signals of sexual interest, but I could hardly even hear him anymore over the pounding in my ears, my vision already fading more and more into black, as my adrenaline started to rise. 
Then, suddenly, the man was being pulled away. Then I was being maneuvered to a more secluded part of the outside area, somewhere out of sight, and Dick was standing in front of me. He was holding me by the shoulders, gently squeezing and closely watching my eyes. 
He was saying something, but I couldn't hear him. I could feel my teeth sharpen, a growl rising from my throat, hands clenching and nails slowly growing into claws. 
I wanted to find that disgusting piece of shit and rip his eyes out. I wanted to cut off his prick and feed it to him until he would choke to death—
Then Dick was holding my face with both hands, leaning closer until our noses were almost touching. I could hear him now, gently shushing me like a parent would to calm their crying baby. His familiar scent surrounded me, filling my senses, calming me. I relaxed a little. My anger was not directed at Dick. I knew I was safe with him.
Then he let go of me to search his pockets, quickly pulling out his phone and putting his earbuds in my ears. A few seconds later, the sounds of rain droned out the rising violence in my mind, making the back of my head tingle and the hot anger boiling in my chest die down until my physical transformation went away as well.
I sagged against Dick's chest, feeling tired all of a sudden. I waited a little longer, relinquishing the feel of relief and calm washing over me, while Dick wrapped his arms around me to stroke one hand over my back, the other holding me closer to his chest by my neck. 
Eventually, I pulled the earbuds out and gave them back to him. I sighed, “I hate that I'm a ticking time bomb. You can't always be there to make sure I don't go off.”
“I don’t mind,” Dick said, helping me stand up. “That’s what family’s for, right? We got your back. With B’s device, there will always be someone there to help you out. If not, you can always call, no matter what time it is or where you are. If all else fails, you know what to do to help yourself.”
I let myself lean against him for a few moments longer, enjoying the comfort he brought, before straightening myself up with a sigh. “Thanks, Dick. I guess… let’s finish up here, huh?”
He grinned. “That’s the spirit!”
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dreamfyre03 · 1 month
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A Dragon's Love
Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Death, briefest, minor mentions of violence/injury
Chapter 11: The King is Dead, Long live the King
Aemond reluctantly left Daenys in her own room that night, he wanted to stay with her but she said she feared too much to have her reputation compromised. It killed him to tear himself away from her when she was in such a fragile state, but he respected her wishes. He knew this wasn’t the way he wanted to do things, in the darkness of the early morning, as though it was something wrong, when in reality, nothing could be more right. 
He tossed and turned in his own bed that night, unable to find sleep, so when a knock came to his door in the dead of night, he immediately sprang off the bed and went to the door.
“My Prince, I have important news.” Ser Criston said quietly when he opened the door. He held it wider for the knight to step inside, and looked at him expectantly. “My Prince, I regret to inform you that King Viserys has passed. In his sleep, a few hours ago. The Queen requests your presence, she is with Helaena and the children. I am to go fetch the Princess Daenys right now.” He informed him.
Aemond should have felt bad that he didn’t feel a shred of grief for his father, but he didn’t. Instead, his mind immediately flew to Daenys, and he replied, “I will get my sister, and take her to my mother and sister.” The knight nodded and took his leave, and Aemond quickly dressed and made the quick walk to Daenys’s rooms, opening the door, not even bothering to knock. Her eyes widened in surprise as she sat in her bed, clearly wide awake, as she looked at him worriedly. 
“What’s happened? Has someone found out of our plans?” She asked. He shook his head and sat on the corner of her bed, taking her hand in his. “Our father is dead, my love.” He broke the news to her. 
She gasped, tightening her hand around his, her eyes becoming glassy with tears. Only his sweet Daenys would shed a tear for their father who didn’t deserve her grief. 
“I’m afraid this puts a pause on our plans. But worry not, as soon as we can escape, we will go, I promise you,” He said, looking her in the eyes. 
She nodded, wiping her tears away. “I know. I trust you, brother.” She replied.
“My mother wants us all with her and Helaena. Dress quickly, we must go.” He said. 
She slipped out of the bed and pulled out a simple lavender coloured dress, and began to undress, when she remembered his presence and glanced at him shyly. “I won’t look.” He reassured her, turning so his back was facing her. He would respect her modesty, and wait until she was ready to bare herself comfortably to him. For he knew when that time came, he would kneel at the alter of her beauty and worship her. 
He heard sounds of swishing fabric, until she softly called his name and beckoned for him to help her lace the back of the dress, to which he quickly obliged, indulging himself in touching her bare skin as he did so. When he finished she turned to face him, and he took her hand, ready to move when she pulled him back to her, and he saw the fear in her eyes. “What happens now?” She asked, looking up at him. He knew she referred to the entire overarching conflict that plagued them both the minute they were born; would Otto Hightower’s grand scheme’s to crown their unwilling brother come to fruition? 
“I don’t know.” He replied honestly. 
“But whatever happens, whoever sits the Iron Throne, I am yours, I am sworn to you. I am your sworn sword, never forget that. If you wish to run away and leave this all behind we will. I am yours, and you are mine.” 
She smiled softly at him, before reaching up to plant a gentle kiss on his lips. It wasn’t one of lust, and passion, but of comfort and gentle reassurance. 
They were quickly on their way, and Aemond noted the eerie silence throughout the Keep, the increased amount of guards standing in front all the doors, he assumed to keep them in. His mind already began to piece together what was happening, and it wasn’t shaping up to be anything good. When they entered Helaena’s rooms, the children sat on the floor, playing, blissfully unaware of the growing tension around them. His mother got up and went to them, her eyes with dark circles beneath them, her usually put together appearance was traded for her long auburn wave free flowing, her face permanently set into a stressed expression. 
She hugged them briefly, and when they all sat down, Aemond next to his mother and Daenys next to Helaena, she told them, “Your father, in his last moments, decided to have Aegon succeed him as heir.” 
There it was. The confirmation he was waiting for. He didn’t know if his mother was speaking the truth, and he knew it didn’t matter, so he asked, “Where is Aegon?” 
Alicent sighed. “I do not know. All I know is that it is imperative that I find him before your grandsire.” “There is a beast beneath the boards!” Helaena hissed suddenly, making Daenys jump. His mother ignored her and went over to Ser Criston, tasking him with finding Aegon. 
Aemond couldn’t stand to see his mother like this, and he knew it would be better for them all if his mother held the cards, instead of Otto Hightower, so he got up and said, “I’ll go with him. Cole needs me, mother. Ser Eryk isn’t the only one that knows Aegon’s doings.”  
Daenys shot him a worried expression at his words, and he gave her a small look of reassurance.
His mother walked over to him, more worry etched on her face, and before she could voice her worry, he said, “Do not worry mother. We will bring him back to you.”
With one last look back at Daenys, he left with Cole, to find the King that never wished to be. 
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Daenys sat with Jaehaerys, who had made his way onto her lap, and sang to him, while Jaehaera sat at her mother’s feet. 
“Father will be king!” Little Jaehaerys told her innocently.
“Indeed, sweet boy.” She replied, trying to keep the worry out of her voice as she kissed his head. She loved her siblings’ children as though they were her own, and it pained her to know that the sweet boy in her arms would now be his father’s heir, next in line to bear the burden of the crown. 
Jaehaerys soon settled, tired from playing and being roused so early, and rested his head on her breast, and his eyelids soon grew heavy as he fell asleep. She stroked his hair, thinking of her brothers, out in the streets of Flea Bottom, and prayed to any god who would listen for their return. 
“There is a beast beneath the boards,” Helaena whispered again, as she had done in the hours since Aemond’s departure. 
“Sister, would you like to rest? I have no doubt the day ahead will be long and tiring.” Daenys said kindly. She saw Helaena’s maid Diana enter and she said, “Diana, perhaps you might stay with my sister, as she rests for the upcoming day? I shall take the children to the nursery and stay with them.” 
The maid nodded, and went to Helaena, slipping her hand in Helaena’s and  whispering words that Daenys couldn’t hear, as she helped her to bed.
As she took the children to the nursery, she kept Jaehaerys sleeping on her, for his warmth brought her comfort, he reminded her of her brothers when they were all children. Jaehaera too stumbled onto the chair next to her and fell asleep, and she sat with the children, dozing off, until a familiar deep voice woke her what appeared to be hours later. “My love, wake up.” Aemond’s voice roused her. She shifted carefully so as not to wake Jaehaerys, and placed him on the bed, and then his sister. As she and Aemond left them, she looked at him again and gasped, “You’re hurt!” She saw the scratches on his face and bruise on his arm. “I’m afraid it took quite an effort to get our brother back.” He said grimly. “Is he-“ 
“He’s not good, sister. Not good at all.” He replied as they reached Aegon’s room’s where Alicent could be heard speaking. “I won’t do it. I cannot be King!” Aegon shouted at his mother, his face bruised, his body sweaty and dirty, his cloths worn. If it weren’t for his Targaryen silver hair, one might think him a peasant. Aemond and Daenys entered and sat nearby, and as Alicent took in their presence, she began to address both them and Aegon. “Don’t be a fool, Aegon. Can’t you see? Rhaenyra has Daemon, and do you think that man, that harbinger of chaos, will hesitate to put your children to death? Your brothers and sisters? They will, because you are all threats to her rule. Her children are already illegitimate, she will see you all dead to ensure there is no better challenger to her claim. Your life, your family’s life depends on this, Aegon.” 
Aegon looked over at them, and Daenys’s heart broke as she saw his face. 
The room was silent for a moment, before she heard him say, “Alright. I’ll do it.”
Alicent sighed in relief, before she said, “You will be crowned in the Dragonpit today. Your first act as King will be to send an envoy with terms for Rhaenyra, to relinquish her claim, with no bloodshed. Now get ready, all of you.” 
She left the three of them alone, and when Daenys saw Aegon’s state, she dismissed the maids who began to enter, saying, “You may leave the things over there. I will assist my brother, thank you.” The maids drew the bath and left soaps and oils on the table, and quickly left. 
“Go, you need to get seen by a maester, and ready yourself.” She told Aemond. He seemed to hesitate, but she took his hand and nodded reassuringly. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, then left them alone. Daenys went to her brother who was on the floor, and said, “Come, brother. You must eat,” she said, grabbing the bowl of stew that was set on the table for him. She helped him up to the chair and he hunched over the bowl and ate. He reeked of sweat and what she assumed was the smell of sex and pleasure houses. 
She mixed the bath with some soaps and oils, and turned to Aegon, who had finished eating and whose face with wet with tears when she lifted his head off the table and said, “Undress, brother. You need a bath.”, as she wiped the tears off his face. He was still in a trance, but he undressed and stepped into the water, and dunked his head under, and began to scrub his skin raw. The water turned brown and murky, as he cleaned himself, he scrubbed until his skin was pink and raw. She sat next to the tub, ignoring the water splashing onto her skirts,  until she heard his voice quietly say, “Wash my hair, Dany? Like when we were children?” 
She pulled the chair closer, and he leaned his head back, so she could reach. Her fingers deftly moved through his short locks, taking her time in detangling them and then gently scrubbing his scalp clean. She poured water from a clean water jug to rinse his hair, and when she finished, he took her hand and said, “Father wouldn’t have wanted this. He never cared about us, only yesterday he defended Rhaenyra in the eyes of all, yet he changed his mind just hours ago?”
She sighed. “We will never know what he said in those moments.” “Where do your loyalties lie, sister?” He asked, his voice making him sound vulnerable.
“I was asked that same question just days ago. But my answer seems to have changed. I thought they lay with what is right, but now, I know they are with the people I love. My family. You, Helaena, Aemond, Daeron.” She answered. “This means you are going against Rhaenyra.” He stated. She sighed, nodding. “It appears so.” “Good. I need you on my side, Daenys. You are the only person that understands me, that sees me as more than some drunken fool.” 
“I am, brother. I will do all I can for you, and our siblings, just as I know you will for us.” She replied. 
He seemed to take comfort in her words, and she soon left him to dress, and to get ready herself. As she did so, she resolved in her mind she would not wear green. Even though she would stand by Aegon, she wasn’t a green. She was a Targaryen, and so she took out one of her favourite gowns of red and black, and as she felt the sense of foreboding growing in the pit of her stomach, she kept repeating the words of her house to herself; Fire and Blood. 
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Aemond stop atop the platform set up in the Dragonpit for Aegon’s coronation, his mind ever thinking. It would be near impossible to escape the Keep with Daenys and find a Septon to marry them without his mother and grandsire finding out, and potentially stopping them. Not with the increased guards at every turn, even at the Dragonpit. She stood beside him as they awaited Aegon to begin. 
She was dressed in red and black, and he smiled internally at her small defiance of not wearing green, refusing to let people think she was bending to his mother’s agenda, even if she was standing in support of Aegon. He was dressed in black beside her, and as he saw the look of worry on her face, he longed to take her hand in his, but he knew he couldn’t. Not yet. 
Soon the Kingsguard were clearing the path for Aegon, who walked to the platform, his face serious and sober, his face still bruised from their scuffle in the streets before. He walked as though he were being weighed down physically, as if he had to drag his feet to make it there, but he did. As his mother kissed him before the crowd of masses, and the High Septon crowned him, Aemond glanced at the fearful look on Helaena’s face, who looked almost as if she were anticipating something, and Daenys, who glanced at him nervously. When Aegon lifted Blackfyre into the air, wearing the conqueror’s crown, Aemond saw his grandsire smile an almost menacing smile of victory, the fruition of decades of scheming and plotting that brought him to this moment. 
Suddenly, in the midst of the moment, the floor of the Dragonpit burst open, and the cries of hundreds filled the air. And out of the ashes rose Meleys, Princess Rhaenys atop her, clearly having escaped her rooms his mother kept her held in. The Red Beast looked down on them, growling, and he pushed himself in front of Daenys, ready to take the blast of fire to protect her, and he saw as Ser Criston ran to Helaena at his mother’s demand, while she stood in front of Aegon, bravely facing the massive fire breathing breast before them. They all braced for the heat of the dragonfire, but Meleys let out a piercing, bloodcurdling roar, before, Rhaenys simply commanded her dragon away, and off they flew, no doubt off to Dragonstone. Aemond felt Daenys gripping his forearm, her nails digging into him, and he heard her faintly whisper, “Gods help us all.” 
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this may be a more perv!reader than perv!Eddie, but the thought has been ruminating in my head (just swirling around like a washing machine). They have a sleepover, maybe after getting high or maybe "no you csnt go its too late you're too tired here wear my boxers and shirts :)))". Reader waits until he's asleep to start self pleasuring, but Eddie is 1000% woken up and feigning sleep as soon as he knows whats happening.
Its been stuck in my head and im like hmph. It also works the other way round with the reader feigning sleep and I csnt tell which is better.
OMG I LOVE THIS!! and as always, reader & eddie are 18+ and minors do not interact!
i love the idea of perv!reader as well! like imagining that it’s the other way around—that you’re the one obsessed with him—is such a cool take! he’s attracted to you as well, but not in the sense that you are; you’ve had a big crush on him for years, fantasize about him often (by yourself and with others), and you’re on cloud nine when he asks you to stay over after an evening of smoking. he gives you a pair of his boxers and one of his shirts to wear, and the shirt still smells vaguely like him, despite being washed. traces of cigarette smoke, his aftershave, and weed still linger in the fabric, and you pull it to your face to inhale deeply when you think he’s sleeping.
you begin to fantasize about him again. being so close to him in that bed, feeling his body heat radiating as he snores lightly next to you, and when you look over at him, you can feel your pussy aching in response. his dark hair is spread over his pillow, with some of it in his face, his shirtless chest rising & falling with sleep, his full lips slightly parted. your mind runs wild, picturing your lips all over his bare chest and flicking your tongue over his pierced nipples, imagining how his moans would sound as you did it, feeling his cock growing hard against your cunt as you ground yourself against him, your hands tangled in his hair as your pussy got wetter from the skin to skin contact. you dip your fingers into the boxers you’re wearing, running them through your soaking pussy as your imagination turns over scenario after scenario. you close your eyes to see everything more vividly, which is why you don’t see eddie opening his.
you were a little loud, which is what woke him. but when he realizes what you’re doing, he can’t bring himself to stop you, or call attention to the fact that he discovered you. so, he keeps pretending to be asleep, despite the fact that his own boxers are starting to tent a little by listening to you. he hears you moaning his name, and when he opens one eye to see what you’re doing, he finds you grinding against one of the extra pillows he gave you. when you start to finger yourself, you’re so wet that the sound of it is hard to ignore. he listens to the sounds you’re making, to the hitching of your breath as your orgasm approaches, and he can’t help but wonder what you’re thinking about. he thinks of every scenario he’s ever thought of you in, and his dick is throbbing hard at the fantasies he’s starting to have. he imagines kneeling at the edge of his bed, devouring your cunt as you soak his entire face. he sees himself balls deep inside of you, railing you until you’re clawing at him and screaming his name, blood drawn as your nails rake down his skin. he can practically feel your lips wrapping around his cock, sucking his soul right out with your eagerness & abilities that he knew you possessed. he can feel how tight & wet you would feel around his calloused fingers, your breathing heavy & back arching as his expert fingers pumped in & out of you. and it’s this that makes him turn onto his side, pretend to snore lightly, reach into his boxers, and begin jerking off inside of them.
you cum once, but you don’t stop. in fact, you don’t catch on that eddie is awake until you almost cum a second time, because by then, he’s moving his hand so damn fast that it’s causing the bed to slightly shake. smirking, you stop, wondering how much of everything he heard. judging by how hard he was going at it, you knew that he had to hear most of it, at least. you move closer to him, pressing kisses to his back as he tenses. you shush him, brushing some hair from his neck so that you can kiss it. he stops touching himself, groaning as you suck a hickey onto his neck. he turns around then, so that he can finally kiss you. the two of you make out for a little bit, hands in each other’s pants as his free one goes inside the shirt you’re wearing. you confess to him that you’ve thought of this for so long, and after exchanging some of your fantasies, you make them come true that night. you suck him off, he eats you out, and then he fucks your brains out on his dresser, among other things.
and let’s just say, he becomes an even bigger perv after that night—but only for you.
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elithemiar-blog · 3 months
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Weight. There's a weight on his chest, a comfort as he feels his chest expand.
He runs the corner, heart rate hammering at the sight of Chay with a gun pressed to his head.
His finger twitches, soft fabric brushing against warmth, cotton -- a shirt.
The kidnapper sees him and lowers the gun, aiming at Chay's chest then abdomen, his own gun in his hand and a command on the tip of his tongue. Then two sharp bangs fill the room, soft and muffled, Chay's arms curling around his stomach as he instantly curls and drops to his knees. An all consuming rage burns through his veins, and the kidnapper only grins.
His body shifts, and warm sunlight penetrates through the cover of his eyelids indicating morning has arrived.
Chay's name is released through a guttural scream as he watches the boy fall limp onto the dusty floor.
Blurry sight of a white ceiling meets his opened eyes, his mind still fogged from sleep -- the most restful he's gotten in days.
He rushes forward, anger and panic flushing through his nerves. As one body after another falls by a combined effort of force between hand and gun, until he is the only thing standing between his opponents and Chay, the kidnapper had disappeared.
The weight of him shifts and he looks down, watching and realizing who lays on him. He feels the calm facial features change as the boy nuzzles into him.
He whips around, already twisting his limbs out of both jacket and the shirt underneath, placing the two items on Chay's abdomen in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
"Why are you pretending to sleep?"
"P'Kim." his soft call, and hand raised towards the older, moving until his hand grips around Kim's wrist, strength already weakening.
"I'm scared."
"Sh, don't talk." Tears streamed down both their cheeks. "We'll get through this…and you can yell at me for fucking up." he places more pressure on the site. "Just stay awake."
"I've always felt unlucky, until I realized that all my luck was to find you."
"Kim!"
Kinn's wrenching yell snapped his head up, the fear he can see in his brother's eyes is gazed behind him.
"Behind…you." Chay's whispered warning steeped in panic and fear for him makes him realize.
"I love you." Chay smiles up at him. "Do you love me?"
Kim realizes that it's too late as he hears the click behind him. With the softest smile, he stares into Chay's widened eyes, "I love you."
He wants to correspond with his own confession, but this has gone too far built on lies, so what's one more.
"I'm hungry." he responds, numb and unsure.
Chay leaves to make breakfast, and he watches from inside his mind, his body moving.
He's had this dream multiple times, where he's been faster at realizing the danger that comes for the boy, for both of them. The regret of walking away later, of not speaking up.
He sits for a little at the table, knowing the exact words he says, the banter, and when they hear the bell.
His eyes cast over the eggs wishing he could entertain the freedom with Chay, but knows that he'll write those words.
Is this his punishment? For him to vividly remember where he wished to change the sequence of events?
He feels the pen, but his hand doesn't move, then he hears Chay yelling for him. He's off in a shot, and the younger is far closer to the gate then what he can remember. He doesn't stop to question what is going on, he keeps going wrestling Chay out of his attacker's grip, the cloth had been over his nose and mouth for barely over a second, his other hand going for that offender's hand and twisting until he feels the snap.
Pulling the younger behind him and backing them farther into the yard, "Go back inside, Chay!" he orders him, moving a step forward, but a grip on his shirt stops him, he turns.
Chay stares at him in shock.
He turns his back on the attackers, grabbing Chay's bicep and pulling him back to the doors. "I promise to explain, but please go back inside." he pushed him forward a little harder than he means to.
Now being able to fully focus on the intruders with Chay being a safer distance away from them, he's able to fight as he's been taught.
When's he's able to turn the taser back on the owner a second taser hits his torso, but this time he knows it's coming, the advantage of somehow being back. Both men fall and his muscles jumble, his knees hitting the ground hard. Looking up to find the crew all knock out, his mind comes with the solution of getting them both to safety.
Finding his feet again, he rushes back inside. "Chay!" he yells, but the boy is nowhere to be see. "Chay!" he tries louder, enough of a strain that his voice pitches in desperation. "Porchay!"
"P'Kim."
The soft reply makes him turn into the kitchen, Chay sits on the floor against the cabinets, he kneels down next to him, hands hovering.
"I'm tired."
The distant gaze makes him shake his head, the memories from seeing the blood and pale skin on the dusty warehouse floor blur, his jaw clenches for just a moment. "It's the chloroform, you can sleep in the car." Kim gets an arm behind his shoulders while putting Chay's arm across his own, "Let's get you packed for a few days."
Chay follows his movements, finding the strength to stand, though his form leans into Kim. "Packed?"
"My place is safer. Let's get you up to your room so you can pack."
"Not…my room." Chay groans, attempting to hide his face away.
Kim mentally questions Chay's embarrassment before smirking, "I already know about your fan shrine."
"P'Kim." Chay whines out.
Kim is very much enjoying having Chay in his arms again, though he'd prefer him wrapped around him with his own strength.
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jjungkookislife · 4 months
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"What are we?" “Whatever you want us to be.” w/ Yoongi
What Are We?
pairing: dad!yoongi x mom!reader
warnings: parent au, friends to lovers
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Yoongi wasn't much of a morning person until his son came along. He slept during the day and stayed awake all night, and the cycle repeated until his newborn changed it all.
Three months later, he was up at the first cry of his son in the bedroom next door. He shuffles into the nursery with his slippers, eyes barely open as he's careful not to wake you.
Slowly, he lifts his son from the crib. He cradles him to his chest and rocks him before he shuffles to the kitchen.
Yoongi coos at his son as he readies his bottle, humming as he goes until he can feed him.
He's not surprised to see you walk into the kitchen in your pajamas. You've got a milk stain near the collar but he still thinks you look wonderful with your stained top and bedhead. He can't help but smile as he continues to feed his son.
"Sorry," you apologize as you yawn, offering to take your baby from his father.
"Stop apologizing. He's my baby too. Go back to sleep," Yoongi instructs and you hesitate. You know he should spend his day off resting but sleepiness still clings to your eyes.
You approach him as your child finishes his bottle and Yoongi burps him. He checks his son's diaper, changing it before rocking him again.
"I've got this," Yoongi assures you but you linger by the doorway. Emotions run through you, your heart flipping in your chest. You and Yoongi were best friends, the best of friends in the world. You had given up on finding someone to be your partner, too in love with the man rocking your baby to sleep, softly singing.
When Yoongi mentioned being a parent, you had a long discussion. You agreed to do it together, and now your precious son was in his arms. You teetered on the line of friends and more.
You wanted everything with Yoongi, but you weren't so sure if it was for the best. You drown in your thoughts as you watch them until Yoongi rises to put his son back in the crib.
You follow him, sitting on your bed.
"Yoongi?" you call, nervously.
"What's wrong?" he asks, immediately noting the anxiety in your voice.
"What are we?" you ask, looking at the floor instead of him.
Silence follows as he sits beside you, his arm draped over your shoulders. He kisses the top of your head. “Whatever you want us to be.”
"Yoongi," you huff, poking his side to make him laugh. "That's not an answer."
Yoongi smiles. "I mean it, though. We can be two best friends raising our child together or we can be lovers raising our child together and perhaps having more in the future. Whatever you want, love."
"I think I want to be lovers. I love you, Yoongi. I have for a long time now," you admit bashfully.
"I know," he chuckles. "I've been waiting to hear it. I keep saying it but you didn't catch on."
"Hey!" you hiss, poking him again.
Your son stirs and the two of you hush each other, laughing silently before he cups your face to kiss you.
"Sleep here," you tell him as you pull him with you under the covers. He drapes his arm over your waist.
"There's nowhere else I'd rather be."
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its-mysleepover · 2 years
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Early Morning Call
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idol!Jungkook  x female!Reader
genre: phone smut, established relationship, little angst
warnings: phone sex, masturbation (both f and m), dirty talk
word count: ~1.3k
Summary: Jungkook’s away on tour, both of you miss each other dearly. You wake up one morning and Jungkook has an idea for making sure you’re staying intimate in these trying times. AKA Phone sex
This was another one of ones that I wrote a long time ago and haven’t rlly touched since. Don’t be a silent reader <3 if you enjoy my work, plz consider giving a reblog or commenting :) and follow for new fics
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You were sinking into your mattress, the navy blanket wrapped snugly around you shielding you from the little rays of sunlight peeking through the curtains, creating almost a kaleidoscope on the ground. It pushed you deeper into your pillows, into the welcoming arms of sleep and the dream awaiting your return; a dream with violet starry skies, tall pink flowers, and you in his warm tattooed arms. You could almost hear his heartbeat through his chest, a steady bmp-bmp with every breath he took. It was warmth and it was home and you didn’t want to let it go.
Until your phone started ringing and broke through the peaceful state between sleep and awake that you were in. Your eyes shot open, facing the sunlit windows. You were still tired, your blankets oh-so comfortable, and now you were pissed. Why, you didn’t know. You could barely remember the dream you were having. All you remembered was that it made you feel euphoric, and you wanted to go back to that feeling instead of the exhaustion of being freshly awake.
The phone was still ringing. You groaned and flipped over to your side of the bed, the one with a clock on its nightstand and your phone playing its stupid tinkling noise. The clock read 11:30. Late in the morning, but considering it was Sunday, it was too early for someone to be calling you. You snatched your phone and hit the green Answer button, not even glancing at who it was because you’d probably be cursing them anyway. 
“Hello?” You greeted, annoyance dripping off your voice, which was still raspy from sleep.
“Good morning beautiful~” Jungkook responded in a teasing voice. Your jaw dropped. Suddenly, you were wide awake. 
“H-hey! Where are you?” You sat up and leaned against the headboard. Jungkook had been so busy since he’d left for tour, and even on the rare occasion that he had a moment to call you, it was never when you could pick up. 
“Sitting in the hotel room,” he chuckled. You could almost picture the smirk on his face. “We finished the show a while ago. I waited to call you though because I knew you’d be asleep,” he said teasingly. 
“You still woke me up,” you pointed out, but Jungkook could hear the smile in your voice.
“And now you’re keeping me awake,” he shot back, “so we’re basically even.”
You laughed, not even bothering to try and correct him. You were just grateful to be hearing his voice after so long. 
Silence washed over the two of you, and you simply sat there, listening to his breathing through the phone.
“I miss you,” you sighed.
“I miss you too, baby,” he replied instantly, a longing in his voice. “It’ll only be a few more weeks before I come home.”
You glanced down at the empty space on the bed, where he usually slept. “I just wish I could be close to you now,” you said softly.
Jungkook didn’t respond for a moment. You started to feel guilty for what you’d said - you shouldn’t be making him feel bad for traveling around the world doing what he loves.
You opened your mouth to apologize, but then Jungkook spoke,
“I might know how we can feel closer right now.”
Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. “What do you mean Kookie?”
You heard fabric shifting on the other end of the call. A zipper. Your toes curled in anticipation as you had a vague idea of what Jungkook was about to suggest.
“Where are you baby?” He finally asked, his voice obviously trying to be a lower timbre.
You giggled as you replied, “Sitting in our bed.”
“Oh you’re laughing now?” He scolded with fake anger. But you could hear him trying to contain a laugh. “You think this is funny?!”
“Maybe just a little,” you teased. “Where are you?”
“In a hotel room, wishing you were with me.” No hesitation. “It’s so quiet here with just me.” You pressed the phone closer to your ear and closed your eyes, letting Jungkook’s voice fill you.
“I keep picturing what it would be like if you’d come with me,” he continued, his voice and tone starting to drop naturally, to husky almost-whisper. “You would’ve loved it. There’s a window going from the ceiling to the floor, and you can see the entire city from this view. The lights look so beautiful at night. We could have walked in together, settled in, and sat by the window to look at the little world below.”
You exhaled softly. You longed to do that with Jungkook again, so much that it hurt.
“I could’ve had you pressed up against that window, your breath fogging up the glass. Would’ve wrapped my hands around your waist and slid them down, down to the zipper on your jeans. I would be kissing your neck, right on that spot under your ear that always makes you whine, while my hand slipped through your jeans, brushed those red lace panties that both of us like, and cupped your pussy. Your wet pussy. Just like I bet it is now.”
You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. Everything he described was turning you on more and more. Jungkook waited on the other end. His silence made you realize what he wanted. Thinking of his impatient look, his head tilted with an eyebrow cocked up, which always made you needy for some reason, you reached your hand down and gently touched yourself. You shivered at the feeling.
“Well, you’re right.”
He chuckled. “How wet are you baby?”
“Fucking soaked.”
“All for me?” Jungkook asked eagerly, even when he knew the answer.
“What can I say?” You whispered, “You’ve got a certain effect on me.”
He sing-songed to you, “Y/N~”
“Yes?”
You pictured Jungkook smirking in his dim room as he spoke, “Touch yourself for me.”
You drew in a sharp breath. Which Jungkook heard, going by his chuckle. Your hand was already next to your wet pussy, and you’d be lying if you’d said that Jungkook’s words weren’t turning you on to the point where you were beginning to sweat. But the two of you had never done this before. It felt so foreign to do this.
“Touch yourself,” he repeated almost sternly, “Imagine it being my fingers rubbing your clit, sliding through your folds.” He moaned at the thought. “And tell me what you wish I was doing to you right now.”
Biting your lip, you did as he asked. You reached your hand further down and started rubbing your clit gently with your pointer finger through your panties, exactly as Jungkook would do to warm you up.
“If you were here with me now Kookie…fuck,” you whined, already feeling the delicious knot forming your stomach, “I’d want you to kiss my neck in that spot you know I like. Start rubbing my clit through those lace panties you love, while wrapping your tongue around mine, before going down and tearing my underwear off. I want you to be here sucking and licking on my, oh fuck,” as you spoke, you slipped a finger through your entrance and curled it, moaning out loud, “-on my clit! Then you’d look up for just a second and tell me how sexy I look in your shirt-“
“Babe, you’re wearing my shirt right now?!” Jungkook practically growled into the phone. You felt a gush of liquid slip through your finger to coat your skin.
“Yeah, the black Balenciaga one,” you responded as clearly as you could.
Jungkook made a noise you couldn’t identify, and he kept quiet on the line for a few seconds. You stayed in the same position, slowly circling your clit as anticipation built.
“Keep going baby,” he grunted. You heard the slightest whimper slip through his lips and a wet sound coming from his end, and then you knew: he was touching himself to you. The thought sent a shiver down your body straight to your throbbing pussy.
“Okay, okay, I want you to finger-fuck me,” you continued breathily, “with your rings on,” you slipped a finger inside again and whined. You tried to keep going, “you’d make me orgasm once before tearing your own clothes off and fucking me raw.”
Jungkook moaned right in your ear, and at that you inserted another finger. He didn’t press you for more, and so you shut your eyes and kept curling your fingers in and out, feeling your pussy clench around your own fingers and imagining it was Jungkook’s tattooed hand instead. Instead of the heel of your palm moving against your clit, you pictured it being Jungkook, whether it was the tip of his nose or his thumb or his wet tongue, the image of him in between your legs brought you closer to the edge. When he moaned your name on the phone, you suddenly remembered what he was doing while listening to you. His long hand, fingers covered in tattoos, sliding up and down his hard dick while his head was tipped back and sinful noises escaped his lips….god it was driving you insane.
“Are you close baby?” You whimpered, increasing your pace.
“Almost,” came his strained whisper. “Don’t cum until I tell you to Y/N.” The dominant tone came back to his voice. All it did was bring your own orgasm closer. You were so close to coming undone on your own fingers, to his voice and your fantasies.
“Jungkook, please,” you whined. You couldn’t take it anymore.
Two more seconds passed before you heard the small grunt, “Cum.”
You let yourself go, moaning Jungkook’s name uncontrollably as you finally went over the edge and your orgasm hit you hard. You shut your eyes and continued to finger yourself through it, listening to Jungkook do the same and feeling some sense of pride at him moaning your name like that.
After a few moments, after catching your breath, you smiled to yourself. Jungkook chuckled.
“See babe? We can still have our moments even while I’m away!” He boasted happily, even if exhausted.
The smile fell away as it hit you again why you were in this position in the first place. Jungkook was miles away, in a different country, in a different time zone, while you were waking up alone in your bed. Your chest tightened at how much you longed for him, how much you missed him. It wasn’t enough just to try and imagine things, you needed to see him.
“We can, but it’s still not the same. I miss you so much,” you sighed.
“I know love,” his gentle voice filled you. “I miss you too. You have no idea how much I wish you were with me right now. But hey, it won’t be long before we see each other again.” You heard the smile.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
“I’m always right,” he chuckled. His voice sounded so tired now. A silent moment passed between you and him, then,
“Have a good day y/n.”
“Goodnight Jungkook. Sleep well.”
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not what i wanted, but what we need | c.s.
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summary. are breakups usually this hard? you don't know the answer to that – choi san is your first love and your first ever heartbreak.
pairing. idol! san x trainee! reader
word count. 1k ish
genre. don't be fooled by the header because this is ANGST (my fave genre <3 don't ask <3), established relationship! breakup! that's it. just angst. san cried. you cried. yeah.,, i wrote this while listening to day6's so let's love so it'd probably heighten your reading experience if you listen to it as well
note. this is my first ever writing since i was 13 so pls ! lower ! your ! expectations ! i wrote this in one sitting and it's like three am so forgive me if you notice any grammatical errors,,,, ily, hope u enjoy!! (psssst btw,, my asks are open for just about anything rlly)
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"Don't say that."
"_____, listen to me," San pleads, desperately clinging onto his hold on your wrists that you're struggling to escape from, frantically shaking your head over what he just said. "Please. Listen to me."
If his previous statement didn't already painfully clutch at your chest, the sight in front of you definitely would. It's a rare occurence to see the boy cry – not because he lacks the emotional bandwidth to do so, but because he strives to always be the source of joy for others around him. Seeing him strain himself to not let the gathered tears on his waterline fall forces the lump in your throat to grow in size, lodging a sick feeling in your chest that worsens the shortness of your breath. Still, you won't, can't, let him go without putting up a fight. "I won't hear you. You don't mean that."
You don't even notice the tears that slipped out your eyes until San shifts to place his thumbs on each side of your cheek to wipe them away. The corner of his lips curl into a shaky smile as his pupils trace over every detail of your face, as if this would be the last time he gets to see you.
"We both know this day would come," he softly starts, gently brushing his thumb back and forth in hopes of comforting you. Much to your distaste, your body instinctively reacts as it always does to his touch; calming down your rapid breaths to a slower pace. "We're not supposed to last and you know that."
There's a crack to his voice as he said it, as if he himself understood perfectly the implication of his words but refuses to let the fact that it's happening right now sink in. His head tilts to the side as he brings his hand to caress the underside of your face and pull you closer to him. His smile morphs into a crushed expression at a closer look of your face, the realization that he'll probably never get used to the absence of you and your warmth causing a tick to his jaw.
"But I love you," you say, hoping the three words reign enough as a reason to make him stay. You edge closer to him, feeling your hands inch to wrap underneath his arm and rest your head against his chest, memorizing the thrum of his heartbeat.
"I love you," you repeat.
"So do I. So do I, angel. I love you so much, you have no idea." San cradles the back of your head to his chest, placing his chin atop your head, letting your bodies bask in each other's embrace.
"But we know we'll get tired of this. The hiding, the distance, the waiting," he continues. "We could barely keep up with video calls and texts while I'm away, and with your upcoming debut, we'll barely have any time for that."
As much as you hate to admit it, he's right. Ever since his debut a couple months ago, you barely see each other due to his busy schedule and him flying overseas. You can see through the exhaustion he tries to hide in video calls when he forces himself to stay awake just to see you. You're so unimaginably happy for him to finally achieve his dream of debuting, but a selfish part of you hates it for taking him away from you.
But you get it. You understand. You have the same dream as his after all.
You peer up at him, your teary eyes unblinking while you drink in his soft eyes and prominent dimples as he flashes you a small smile. The silence tells him that you agree to what he said, as much as it pains you.
"So this is it then?" you whisper, grasping the back of his shirt tightly, in fear of eventually having to let it go. To let him go.
"We'll still be there for each other," San rasps, a choked out sound that barely escapes his throat. He's trying his hardest to hold back his tears and puts up a show of maintaining the smile on his face that you know is for your sake. To show you that everything is going to be alright. That, maybe, just as this relationship isn't meant to last, then this break wouldn't last either. "I'll always be there for you. Whenever you need me. I'm here."
This is goodbye.
You feel yourself losing your composure again at his words, your features strained and breathing ragged. A choked laugh erupts from you as you sniffle, using the underside of your wrist to wipe away at your eyes and backing away from his hold. "San, you're making me cry harder."
San internally frowns at the removal of your body from being molded against his, but lets out a chortle at your remark for the sake of maintaining a semblance of normalcy. "Sorry for that."
You look at the man in front of you, the only man you've ever known to love. You don't think you'll ever stop loving him.
"I'll always love you," San wins the unspoken race of saying it first, provoking you to playfully roll your still teary eyes at him which he smiles at. "I'll bring you everywhere with me, right here." he grasps at the left side of his chest – at his heart. "You'll always have a place in me."
"You're everything to me," he breathes.
"You are to me too," you mutter softly. You then jokingly bring your fist to punch at his upper arm, eliciting a dramatized groan from him. "Don't forget about me now that you're famous."
Translation: I'll always love you too.
His curled eyes remain hollow even though he showcases a wide grin at your teasing and its underlying meaning, his dimples carving deeper into his skin. He's back to adopting the cheery persona he's used to, although he knows he'll never be the same. "Shut up, you know I'll always be your number one fan."
Translation: I'll wait for you. For us to happen again. Someday.
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