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kittievampire · 1 year

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idk if you’ve done this yet but like

i just need an mc that’s just sexually frustrated and lowkey touch startled like hello, you live with the living embodiment of Lust, that’s gotta hurt especially when he’s talkin bout his latest hookup while gossiping and mc’s just like “yeh that sounds.. like you had a wonderful time” words just so fulla jealousy and hurt

okay big word wall, im sorry, it’s late and this app is a bit buggish

teal deer: sexually frustrated maybe touch starved mc just wanna get dicked down hard by anyone at this point. your choice of who, cuz let’s face it all the available options are a good contender for our poor unfortunate soul

Hhhhhhh YES

I spun a wheel of names for this one lmao

Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~

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Relief

Warnings: Smut, Masturbation, Wet Dreams, Implied Non-Con Somnophilia (MC wants it when waking up after), Teasing, Degradation, Edging, Breathplay, Slight Dacryphilia, Creampie

Enjoy.

"Fuck!" You cried out, rage and frustration laced in your voice.

Tears welled up in your eyes, half of the duvet on the floor from your incessant squirming, and a hand between your legs, that's what your situation had you reduced to. Anyone else would've been embarrassed to be in this state. And you would've been too, had you not been so desperate to get off.

You slipped your fingers out of you, flipping your body over and slumping against your bed in defeat. You glanced at your D.D.D., tapping it twice to see the picture of the youngest sin you'd set as your lock screen, date, and time.

7:40pm

It'd been two hours.

You pushed your face against the pillow and screamed against it, your sounds being muffled by the soft material.

Two hours and you couldn't cum once?!

Have the gods forsaken you? It wasn't your fault you were, quite literally, kidnapped and sent to Hell! You didn't do anything but breathe to end up here!

You clicked your tongue, pulling the duvet back up from the floor and over your heated figure.

"At this point, I'll just go fucking atheist," You grumbled, eyes sealing shut as you let sleep whisk you away, hopefully to a land where you'd get some relief.

The Avatar of Sloth was never one to purposefully eavesdrop on conversations you and his brothers had. He respected your privacy, he truly did. It's just that you decided to have such conversations in front of him. Granted, he did have his head down, but that didn't mean he was asleep. He was trying to be, but he couldn't with what you were talking about!

"It was the worst thing I've ever felt in my life," Asmodeus sighed, taking a sip of his Demonus as he rambled on about one of his hook-ups. "Like, honestly, you can't talk that much game and be horrible in bed. You get it, right, MC?" The sin glanced at the tired and irritated expression on your face. You were practically seething, not only at the fact that he was bragging but the fact that he couldn't even tell that you were upset. "Totally," You grumbled out.

Belphegor shifted in his spot, biting his lip and looking down at his lap. It was surprising that his brother couldn't tell how frustrated you were, being the Avatar of Lust and all. Anyone could tell that you were struggling to keep your cool, and he knew why. He'd see it all the time in those wet dreams of yours.

The ones where you'd seduce him in an empty classroom at RAD, or where you'd guide him to Lucifer's room to fuck in his bed (he should consider that for one of his next pranks). Whenever he'd penetrate your dreams, he'd always wake up hard as a rock.

He had considered confronting you about it, but figured he should back off.

That was until the two of you decided to have a sleepover in the attic.

You had dark circles under your eyes from how late you'd stay up trying to get yourself off. Nothing worked. Even the wet dreams you had only served to make the hours of sleep you get decrease severely due to the number of times you wake up horny and decided to take a shot at masturbating. Then, of course, you'd be up a majority of the night with a fruitless endeavor for relief. You were pissed, but you figured that you might be able to sleep properly if you got help from the Avatar of Sloth.

"Can't you, like, put me to sleep or something?" You asked, holding a pillow close to your chest. Belphegor shrugged. "I guess I could. The only issue is I'm not sure how long you'll be out." You wave your hand in dismissal, placing the pillow under your head while throwing the blanket over your and Belphie's bodies. "Make me sleep for days for all I care, just put me to sleep, yeah? I haven't gotten a full night's rest in so long."

The seventh-born chuckled and pat you on the forehead. "Alright, goodnight, MC," He whispered softly into your ear as he gently placed one of his hands over your eyes. Your breathing slowed as you felt drowsiness course through your veins and relax your muscles, readying you for slumber.

"G'night... Belphie..."

The feeling of pleasure was what you yearned for, what you chased after. However, as soon as you'd feel its warm embrace around your body, wrapped around you like a blanket, it'd always seem to disappear from your grasp. Nothing was good enough, not even the dreams you had about the youngest brother.

This one, though, was quite interesting.

You were in the attic, the same place you fell asleep in Belphegor's arms. However, your face was pushed into the pillow and your ass was in the air, his hand planted in your hair to keep you in such a degrading position. He mocked you, teased you, and fucked you so well.

"Look at you and your needy little pussy, MC," He chuckled, thrusting his cock into the warmth that was your cunt, hips bucking into your ass and thighs. "Honestly, don't you have any shame? Walking around the House of Lamentation all horny, practically begging for someone to fuck you."

All you could let out were mindless babbles as he slammed his cock deep inside of your warmth, the tip bullying that same spot that made your vision go fuzzy. You whined out his name into the pillow, only causing him to push your face further into it. "What are you over there saying, hm? I can't hear you."

The lewd way that his balls clapped against your cunt was sending the pleasure you were experiencing straight to your brain, then back down to your pussy. Your walls convulsed around him, feeling that relief just inches away from you. Just a few thrusts away and—

Belphegor pulled out of you, delivering a spiteful smack to your ass as you whined at the loss. "No! No, no, nonono!" Tears formed in your eyes as your orgasm was denied. His hand moved your hair to the side before gently pressing a sweet kiss to the back of your neck. "You're so cute when you're desperate, MC," He murmured softly, running the palms of his hands along your thighs and slowly up your ass, giving it a squeeze of appreciation. His touch was stimulating, but your peak was already too far out of reach, and you weren't going to cum anytime soon without him pleasing you. Knowing this, you pushed your ass backward, causing it to collide with his pelvis as his cock slipped between your thighs.

"Please," You begged softly, beginning to move your legs so that your thighs would rub his still-hardened cock. With a low groan, Belphie gripped your hair once more. "Please what, MC? Use your words." He ground his hips against your ass, one of his hands reaching under you to gently cup your exposed breast.

"Please, Belphie, I wanna cum," You whimpered out, blushing at the sound of his chuckle in response. "You're so needy, aren't you?"

Suddenly, you felt something push the lips of your cunt apart with its entry, letting out a soft whine. Something of similar length and size penetrated you as well, gently thrusting into your pussy. You gasped in confusion. His hands were on your ass and your breast, and his cock was between your thighs.

What the hell?

Your eyes shot wide open as you felt your body temperature rising. One of your legs was hoisted up with Belphie's hand while the other was inside of your shorts and panties, thrusting his fingers into your cunt. He gently nibbled on your neck and smiled as he watched you stir to consciousness.

"Welcome back, MC." You could feel his smile on your neck as he pressed a kiss to it. "I wonder what you were dreaming about that got you so wet down here," He teased, thumb beginning to rub slow, lazy circles over your clit as his fingers thrusted into you slowly.

You let out a sharp gasp as you gripped the bedsheets, closing your eyes and shivering as he pressed his tongue against your neck, gently gliding it over your skin. "You seemed so agitated lately... Are you sure sleep was all you needed?" He curled his fingers, making you whine. You reached one of your hands down, almost as if trying to stop the stimulation despite enjoying it so much, only for the hand that held your leg up to grab your wrist. Your leg now resting on his forearm, he leaned in close so that his lips were an inch from your ear. "If you do that kind of thing, I'm gonna start thinking you want me to stop."

You felt your heart drop at his threat, immediately lifting your leg higher to give him more access to your cunt. "That's a good girl." He pressed a kiss to your cheek, continuing his soft administrations.

However, you were quick to grow restless. You'd been trying desperately to relieve yourself for weeks, and he was going far too slow for your liking. While you didn't particularly mind him slowly pulling you apart before making love to you, you wanted him to break you, fuck you senseless into the mattress. Though, maybe you were a bit too prideful to admit that. Instead, you keened and began to roll your hips down, feeding more of his fingers into your sopping heat. Belphegor raised a brow, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. "What are you doing there, MC? Is there something you want to tell me?" You caught your lower lip between your teeth, muffling a moan as you buried your face in the pillow, not wanting to give him an answer for fear of embarrassment.

"Tch,"

You heard a squelching noise as his fingers abandoned your pussy, which only made you gasp and start whining. "W-Wait! No, I was—" You cut yourself off with a small sob as you felt that familiar pleasure escape you once more. The sin pushed your shoulder down to the bed, climbing ontop of you and pulling down his pants with a small sigh. "You're so picky about what you get, aren't you? I didn't know you were so spoiled." He flicked his tongue against the tips of his fingers before launching that same hand to your throat, capturing it in a near-vice-like grip. "You want to be treated like a whore, don't you?" He pulled down your shorts and panties. "Here I was thinking I'd have to treat you all nice and stuff," He teased, a small grin forming on his face as he ground his hardened cock against your slit.

"Fine. I won't hold back then."

With that, he lined up the tip of his cock with your entrance and shoved himself between your folds, letting out a soft groan as he forced himself deep into your heat in one go. Your cunt fluttered at the stretch, and you cried out in pleasure. That ache in your stomach that had been bugging you for weeks was nearly gone. Bottoming out almost immediately, the Avatar of Sloth gave you no time to adjust. It didn't take you long to, but it would have been easier if he didn't start pounding into you from the get-go. His hand clenched around your neck, blocking your airways just enough to where you could still breathe somewhat, but your oxygen was limited. You gently wrapped your hands around his wrist, letting out choked whines as he fucked you into the bed.

"Poor lamb—" He smiled— "How frustrated have you been that your pretty little cunt is this needy? I don't even have to move that much, it's sucking me in every time I pull out," He teased, lifting your leg to press a kiss to your ankle. His hips maintained their merciless pace, the tip of his cock bullying your G-spot with its constant abuse.

Your walls were constricting around his shaft, the knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter as your orgasm neared. Finally, that relief that you'd been craving was closer than ever. Your eyes rolled back as you clenched your teeth, nails digging into the flesh of his wrist.

So close, so fucking close.

Belphegor hummed at your expression, brushing his bangs out of his face as his magenta eyes scanned your body. "This isn't right," He murmured, pulling his still-hardened cock out of you and removing his hand from your throat. You gasped for air, taking in as much as you could before letting out a sob, tears forming in your eyes. "No! Why?"

The youngest brother snickered at your protest, grabbing your hips and flipping you over. "Was this the position we were in in that dream of yours?" He asked. Before you could answer, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed your face into the pillow, bullying his cock into your pussy once more.

A muffled cry erupted from your throat and could barely reach his ears due to the pillow he'd shoved your face in as he began to thrust once more. "Jeez, you really are a slut aren't you? You like this kind of stuff?" He laughed softly to compliment his sweet tone and contradict his harsh words and demeaning actions.

Skin slapping against skin, squelching, muffled cries of pleasure, and soft grunts from the disheveled seventh-born were filling the room, bouncing off of the walls and drowning out the sound of flickering flames coming from the fireplace. You were close to your climax again. Whimpering into the pillow, almost as if begging him not to stop again, you gently clasped one of your hands over his. He looked down at your hip, where now both of your hands were placed. He let out a small groan as he felt himself getting closer the more sounds you made.

"Fuck," He grunted out. "Gonna cum... You want me to fill you up, huh? Like in your dreams? I can do that if you say please." Belphie growled at the sound of your muffled moans in response, pulling your hair to bring your head up so you could speak. "Go on then, beg for it."

"Please! P-Please, please, need it! N-Need it, please, Belphie!" You choked out between sobs and mewls of pleasure.

Your tongue lulled out of your mouth as his cock pushed against your cervix, your walls clenching as your orgasm washed over you. His cum coated in your juices, he slammed into you once more, balls pushing against your cunt as he came. His hips stuttered as he rode out his orgasm, fucking his cum deeper into you.

When he pulled out, you collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily with a thin layer of sweat coating your body. Belphegor didn't even attempt to fix his clothes, merely throwing them off and brushing his hair back, smiling in amusement at how the white liquid he'd gifted you spilled out of your opening.

One moment, he was pulling your clothes off to make you more comfortable. The next, your nude body was pushed up against his for cuddling.

"Sweet dreams, MC."

Hope you liked it, anon!

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uplatterme · 1 year

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a/n: im putting the warnings first this time because the writing style is a bit different. also, it really isn’t clear what actually happened to sohreh so this whole thing is just a fun interpretation is all.

cw: violence, murder, dark content (this is insane, like actually. please read with caution) | sub!zandik, zandik!dottore, gender-neutral terms and pronouns but reader has a cock, exhibitionism, semi-public sex

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Journal Entry No. XX (Recorded on: ??-??-??)

—Written By: (Dastur Sohreh)

These reports seemed to have been stained heavily with bodily fluids. Certain words are unreadable.

—The team consisted of renowned students of the Akademiya, including; Sohreh, Zandik, XXXX, and XXXX. This team was led by Sage Shanarma and Senior ▇▇.

Each one had brought something new to the plate, despite not getting along at first due to different views on the decisions that the team followed. Notably, from Zandik, whose suggestions seemed to be far too dangerous to even try, that was immediately shut down without even a second thought.

However, Senior ▇▇ always heard him out and always stood by his side whenever there were arguments. Rumors spread throughout the team about their supposed relationship.

Being scholars of the Akademiya meant that we should always rely on facts rather than meaningless accusations. Once I told them of this, the gossip was never brought up.

▇▇ was kind to everyone, even to me. They would always assist me whenever I had trouble walking because of the heat.

I had an ominous feeling that someone was glaring at me from behind whenever I was helped, but when I turned around, there was no one but the forest itself.

Perhaps, it was just my anxiety acting up from feeling as if I wasn’t contributing much to the group. ▇▇ reassured me I was doing just fine.

—I trusted ▇▇’s words about Zandik. I once found myself exploring the jungle with him and even though the start of our expedition proved that we had nothing in common, he opened up interesting topics to discuss, ranging from plants and animals to the current evolution models.

I found myself being taken aback by him, the way he spoke showed off his clearly high intellect. His appearance is also quite attractive. I sometimes matched my gaze with him intentionally and he would return it with a smile that made my heart flutter.

Unfortunately, I grew distant from Senior as I relied on this information to them. They said encouraging words about Zandik and I’s relationship but their eyes looked saddened, almost empty the longer I observed them.

They never approached me after that and the only time they would talk to me is if I approached them first.

Maybe it was true that there was a past relationship between Zandik and Senior ▇▇? If there was, it didn’t seem to matter to Zandik anymore as he agreed when I suggested that we should go on a picnic tonight.

The picnic was lovely but I couldn’t get the feeling off my back that someone was watching us together.

———

The next writings are written with blood, the writing is shaky and incomprehensible as if it was written with pure desperation.

You let out an amused sigh, taking your pen out from the drawer under your stable.

“Such a shame, Sohreh. You didn’t even get to finish this note. Should I help you out?”

You tapped the pen on the table, wondering where to start.

———

You commended your patience at the time. Seeing Zandik with someone else and not doing anything about it? You honestly couldn’t believe it.

It was obvious that he didn’t like the attention he was receiving. That’s what you told yourself, at least. You couldn’t figure out what it was that he was using Sohreh for.

Then again, he was never the one to just simply spit out answers without a price.

There wasn’t exactly a label between you two. So perhaps you shouldn’t even be jealous to begin with.

Oh, please.

The expedition was going far too smooth for your liking anyways.

The violent and loud mechanic noises rang in your ears. There were screams all coming from the team, wondering what it is that they should do.

Yet, out of all the horrified faces on each of them, one stood out.

A face of shock that soon turned into a gleeful one, excited for something new. Knowledge, that would soon quench his thirst at the moment.

He was truly an eccentric one.

You smiled as he took a step forward, and eventually, those slow steps hastened, running to the ruin guard instead of backing away.

The scholar beside you, however, still hadn’t reacted. Sohreh’s shaking. The poor thing was terrified, legs giving up and failing to notice the ruin guard eyeing her way.

You could pull her away in time if you wanted to. There was enough time to keep her out of harm’s way.

If only she listened to those rumors.

The ruin guard had attacked Sohreh, her body flopping to the floor. The sound of bones breaking stood out from the screaming and metallic noises.

You clap your hands together, gaining the attention of everyone.

“Zandik’s trying to fix the problem right now. Everyone, focus on your surroundings, don’t make unnecessary movements that’ll trigger more reactions.” You directed, ignoring the groaning of the woman below your knees.

Suffice to say, each one was horrified. There were minor injuries that the others had gotten but nothing severe. You could see how grateful they were that they didn’t end up like Sohreh, who was now laying on the ground, in dire need of medical treatment.

In the end, these scholars only valued themselves.

“Senior? What should we do?” One of them had asked, bearing a pathetic look on their face, avoiding the gruesome state of the body placed on a picnic blanket that somebody had found.

“We will return at once.”

Zandik stepped in front of you, not agreeing with that choice.

“Should we not bring this machine back to the Akademiya? I can guarantee that this can prove to be useful in different ways! It’s the first we’ve seen of this kind.” He enthusiastically said.

The others did not appeal to that thought.

It seemed that these scholars did not value the life that was slowly withering away next to them, choosing to argue instead of seeking the medical attention that Sohreh clearly needed.

“Are you insane? That thing cannot be brought back to the Akademiya! It will spur chaos with the sages!”

“And you have seen my prowess, have you not? I was the only one with the slightest clue on how to keep it dormant while you stood there like cowards!” Zandik angrily shouted back, biting his teeth together.

This silenced the arguing. He was right and everyone knew that. Without his help, who knew what else could have happened instead?

You sighed at the useless bickering. The priorities of these people were laughable.

“We’ll have to hear from the Sages, Zandik,” You reassured.

“Meanwhile, as Sohreh cannot travel. I’m requesting everyone to seek help from the Akademiya, a healer preferably, or anyone that you could reach out to as quickly as you can.”

“Well, aren’t you just as mischievous as before?” Zandik stated, no longer keeping his thoughts as everyone besides you two had left to get assistance.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

“Is that how you want to take this conversation?” He huffed, walking towards you—no, walking towards Sohreh.

He examined her body, guts almost slipping out of her torso, her right leg dislocated. Her blood seeped to the picinic blanket that they had used during their date.

It was honestly a miracle that she was still breathing at this point.

And almost as if she could hear your thoughts. Sohreh’s eyes opened, directly facing Zandik.

“Z-Zandik?” She mustered out, coughing and spitting out blood from her throat.

“It’s alright, I’ve taken care of the ruin guard.”

“Of course, you would have… You’re the only capable one here.” She joked.

You stayed quiet, listening in on the conversation. You doubted she even knew that you were here.

“Are you…going to help me out?” She asked and Zandik only answered with that picture-perfect smile that he always wore when he wanted something.

The man fixed her hair, moving them away from her eyes.

“Show me.” He said.

“Wha—?!”

Zandik’s right hand went for her throat, pressing deep. Her vocal cords getting too damaged for her to even scream.

She flailed her arms around, trying to escape the scholar’s grip. Sohreh was confused by the man’s new behavior. She was mouthing out several words that fell silent.

Her reactions were quite beautiful. Sohreh had always been expressive, putting everything on her sleeve. It would make sense that he wanted a better view when he finally ended this whole thing.

It was then that she decided that she couldn’t escape from this man alone. She needed someone, anyone to help her. Her eyes scouted the empty forest when she saw a familiar hair color.

“S-Senior!” She choked out, her voice hoarse and ruined.

“Zandik.” Once he heard his name being called out, he stopped.

He stared at you, those eyes that only focused on him. Oh, how grateful he was that you two were the only ones here.

Zandik dropped the woman without a care, her whole body trembling from barely escaping death. She was glad that you had intervened before it was too late.

“You shouldn’t use your dainty hands for something like this, Zandik.” You cooed and got up from your seat, approaching him.

You took his hands, bringing them to your lips, kissing them softly.

Sohreh couldn’t believe what was happening right in front of her eyes. Dainty? He had almost killed her and yet you were treating him as if he was porcelain?

“I missed this. Don’t you also?” You tilted your head as you asked him, Zandik blushing deep from your affection.

“Of course.”

“Why don’t you prove it?”

Sohreh watched in pure agony, she could barely move and even if she did, she wouldn’t get far. The pain was too much to bear to even try. Her wounds grinded against the rocky and dirty ground whenever she breathed too hard.

She could hear her organs slushing as if they were jelly. She didn’t know if it was because the whole thing made her senses more aware or if it was like that in reality.

The worse part was that you and Zandik didn’t pay any attention to her. As if you two were already set that she would die in her state, as if she was a dying cockroach that lay beneath your feet.

“You don’t know how insufferable it was holding myself back, Zandik.” You said, trailing kisses on his chest.

“To think you’d be so touchy with someone else. You really are a slut, aren’t you?” You spat out before biting his skin, your teeth going so deep that blood dripped down to his stomach.

God, Zandik could have finished right then and there.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to.” He apologized, face pouting as he said.

You chuckled at his expression. “You liar, I know you liked the attention.”

“I only like attention when it’s coming from you.” He refuted, snugging his head to your chest.

“Yeah? How could I be sure about that?”

He unbuttoned his pants, showing off everything to you. “Look at what you’ve done. Already so wet for you. I’m your slut, not anybody else’s.”

“Ah, Zandik. You know just the right words to say.” You laughed.

He grinded himself on your leg, rubbing his groin as he stared into your eyes. Lewd noises slipped out of his throat, missing how you took care of him. You pat his head and immediately, you received a whimper from Zandik.

You enjoyed the noises that Zandik made, huffs and breaths of your name as he pleasured himself with your body, begging for more.

Unfortunately, that was hindered by a scream from Sohreh whose throat you were sure would render her to never speak again. Not that it mattered, since there was no way she would be coming out of this forest alive.

You held onto Zandik’s thigh, stilling him in disappointment. “As much as I do love hearing you scream for mercy, I’m busy right now.”

She glared at you, obviously wanting to curse you out.

“However, you do remember that we’re not the only ones in this forest. I hear tigers have pretty good hearing. Ah, but you probably already knew that, being a student of Amurta and all.”

Once you reminded her, you could see fear strike in her eyes. To think she would be afraid of tigers more than you. How stupid really.

Zandik placed his ass on your lap, wanting your eyes on him.

“Need you.” He said.

“I’m sure you can do it by yourself now, no?” You answered, a flustered Zandik coughed, remembering the last time he tried to ride you.

Carefully and slowly, Zandik placed the tip of your cock near his entrance. He grit his teeth together, already feeling your warmth inside him when you’re still not all the way in.

An idea formed in your head.

“Love, can you face the other way?” You asked him.

Zandik couldn’t believe that you’d only tell him this right now when he’s almost done taking in your whole length.

Well, he could, being mean to him was your forte and he enjoyed every part of it.

He rolled his eyes back from taking you out, feeling empty.

Zandik’s back is now faced against you. You could see his hole open up as he inserted your cock inside of him.

“I’m feeling nice, Sohreh. So, I’ll give you a lesson on how to properly use Zandik.”

Zandik bounced against your thighs, moaning each time he slapped skin with you. “Haah~”

“I’ve rammed into him so many times and he’s still just as sensitive. Isn’t he great?”

Zandik whined in agreement, hearing you praise and show him off to someone else extremely turning him on.

Sohreh could only look in horror, seeing the man he admired of, moving like an animal in heat, desperate for his senior’s cock.

“See here, if you give him a slight spank.” You continued, slapping the side of his ass as gently as you were able to.

Zandik yelped, cum leaking out of his cock.

He faced down lower, gasping for air as he could feel another orgasm coming.

“P-Please–! Let me–ah!”! He pleaded your name asking for permission, which you were proud to give.

His entire body shuddered as he came, cum splattering everywhere, even to the half-dead person on the ground.

“You did so good, Zandik.”

“T-Thank you…!” He squeaked out.

Sohreh wanted to vomit, you two were insane. If the Akademiya had access to this information then—!

Her hands searched for the notepad in her pockets. With no other option, she used the blood leaking out excessively from her body.

“What are you doing?”

Sohreh tried to hide away the evidence but it was stolen quickly.

“You really are amazing. To think you’re still alive right now, even when I purposely let you get hit by that ruin guard.”

She stared in confusion. This whole thing…was your fault?

“Oh, don’t blame this on me. You were the one who went after Zandik. I’d say this makes us even, doesn’t it?”

Your hand reached for her neck, matching the bruises that Zandik had left earlier.

You squeezed hard, Sohreh losing the strength to even fight back.

Realizing that you had gone too far, you snapped out of your daze, quickly apologizing to Zandik.

“Sorry! Did you have business with her still?”

Zandik swallowed the lump in his throat, amazed at how your muscles flexed when you strangled the body.

He could feel himself getting hard again, everything you do really, sent a rushing thrill to his spine.

“C-Could you do that to me?”

You slammed yourself into Zandik’s walls, the scholar moaning in pleasure as his back laid down on the corpse which was now used as a cushion as he pleasantly received your thrusts.

The body turned into a mess as you continued pounding in him roughly and as quickly as you can, knowing that you two had only so much time before someone else got here.

“M-More! More!” Zandik begged, his head rolling back from the intense sensations.

“As you wish, love.”

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theworldofotps · 5 months

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Don't Change Yourself

Pairing: Finn Balor x OC Rachael Word Count: 1,358 Prompt: I need you, you idiot

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Rachael smirked looking at the man stood in front of her holding out his Money In The Bank briefcase. Waiting for him to get in position she adjusted the lens on her camera and snapped a few photos.

“That’s much better thank you for your time get out of here before I make you pose for another forty minutes.”

“Take it easy there carino I got things to do, besides I’m pretty sure Finn is next.”

He grinned watching her face flush red at the name of his tag team partner and friend, when Rachael first started working for WWE as a photographer the two had created a fast friendship. It didn’t take him long to connect that she had a thing for him, and between the two men that Finn had one for her as well.

“Keep your mouth shut and take your pretty ass out of here.”

Damian laughed as he left the room making a hasty exit as Rachael flipped him off, with a shake of her head she went about switching the lens on her camera. Finn chuckled walking into the room after seeing Damian leave quickly.

“Priest giving ya trouble again love?”

“Yes, but that’s nothing new for him, alright Balor step on the taped X and I’ll finish getting this all ready.”

She smiled winking at him as she finished getting her camera set up and adjusted to a new height. He wasn’t as tall as Damian, so the stand had to be taken down just a little. Finn smiled to himself and turned so he could hide the heat rising in his face.

“Okay I’m ready for you let’s make some magic.”

“That’s the first time I’ve heard that statement and it not be made in the bedroom.”

He joked patting himself on the back inside when she laughed out loud and he adjusted his titles one over each shoulder.

“Well, we could always fix that.”

She teased him and lifted the camera adjusting the light and snapping a picture of the surprised look on his face. The two continued to chat as she took a few more pictures and even a short video for social media.

“Alright that’s perfect thank you so much Finn I’ll edit these and get them turned in by the end of the week. I can text you the samples when I finish them if you’d like.”

“Yeah, that would be great thanks so much.”

Finn smiled at her as he picked the titles back up from where he had them set at his feet to show off.

“I was wondering something.”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“I wanted to ask um, do you.”

Swallowing the lump in his throat Finn rubbed the back of his neck as he was trying to work up the nerve to ask her out for a drink. Rachael turned to look at him from where she was packing away her lenses.

“Do you know if you’re going to be working the next live event?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure but I should know a few weeks before hand so I will let you know then.”

“Okay thank you.”

Finn wanted to say more but the nerves and possible fear of rejection stopped him from voicing his desires.

“Well, I guess I’ll go ahead and leave you to continue your work thanks for taking the time again.”

“You’re welcome I always love when we get to hang out together.”

Rachael smiled softly at him and watched as he waved, leaving the room shaking her head in amusement as she continued to pack her stuff so she could go on her lunch break. Finn groaned once the door shut and slowly started making his way back to the club house.

“Hey how’d your photoshoot go? Did you finally ask her out?”

Damian looked up from his phone and frowned when Finn shook his head plopping into one of the chairs.

“No I chickened out I don’t know what it is I just feel like she wouldn’t go for it I mean have you seen some of the other guys here? They’re so confident and straightforward with her. I just worry that I’ll scare her off, I seen her talking to Drew the other day and they were flirting.”

“She jokingly flirts with everyone man it’s nothing to concern yourself about honestly, I think she’d say yes in a heartbeat if you asked her out.”

Finn sighed looking up at the ceiling as he listened to his friend speak maybe Damian was right, he didn’t know what it was. But when it came to Rachael, he lost almost all of his confidence, he felt as out of place as a school boy.

“Why don’t you just try and channel your Prince Devitt confidence, but you know don’t be a complete dickhead to her.”

“You know that’s not a bad idea.”

Sitting up he thought for a moment he knew that Rachael would be taking photos tonight during a house show, that would be the perfect time to show her he was just as confident as these other guys. When The Judgment Day’s music hit later that night during the house show Finn took a deep breath, he was sort of cocky when it was on tv or the live shows. Tonight, though he planned to take it up just a notch. Walking beside Damian as they slowly made their way down the ramp Finn easily slid into his Prince Devitt character. Spotting Rachael he walked in her direction and started showing off for the camera.

Rachael was more than surprised to see Finn so into the camera and did her best to get the shots that would be presentable. But when he kept getting too close, she frowned and motioned for him to back up a bit.

“I can’t get a good shot if you’re thrusting your abs into the camera Finn this is serious.”

Finn smirked and stepped back continuing to interact with the camera and mess with the fans, he couldn’t help but feel inside that this was not working. After the tag match Finn slipped away backstage and grabbed a water.

“What on earth was that out there?”

Turning when he heard Rachael’s voice Finn opened his water and took a sip raising a brow at her.

“What was what?”

“The way you kept getting too close to the camera, I can’t get good shots when you do that, and you know how important it is for me to do so. There’s nothing wrong with showing off but when it messes with my work then we have a little issue.”

“I’m sorry Rachael it’s just, I never feel confident around you no matter what I do.”

He looked at the floor before back up at her and shifted on his feet as he finally decided to just explain, sure she may laugh at him. But at least he’d finally be able to get these feelings out and maybe salvage their friendship.

“I think you’re just fine Finn you don’t need to go and change yourself for anything. I like our interactions it’s cute seeing you so nervous when we talk, we always have so much fun together.”

“Really? It’s just all these other guys are so confident when they talk to you and I well I really like you and I didn’t think you’d be interested in anything more than friendship with me. I thought if maybe I was more confident, I could get the nerve to ask you out.”

“I need you you idiot, Finn I don’t want you to change yourself for anything I like you for who you are. Maybe if you would have talked to me about this beforehand than you’d know that.”

Rachael said shaking her head as she grabbed his hand holding it in her’s.

“Ask me out for a drink Finn.”

Finn smiles looking at her then clears his throat.

“Rachael, would you like to go out with me to get drinks sometime?”

“I thought you’d never ask I would love to.”

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shelbgrey · 2 years

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November Rain(Mark Sloan)

Summary: (y/n) is hiding a big secret from her boyfriend mark

Paring: Mark X Callie's little sister

Warnings: talks of death and cancer

Greys MasterList

The year I found out I had cancer I didn't tell a soul. There was to much going on with the shooting and helping Christina and derek getting over their trauma. The only people who knew was my sister Callie and Jackson.

Jackson was my person and he found out when a intern got mine and his patient's medical results mixed up. He told Callie and the both of them confronted me about it. For two years it has stayed a secret between the three of us.

I didn't tell the others nor my boyfriend mark because I just never got the chance because something was always happening. When I would go to check ups. Callie would do it while Jackson would gard the door making sure no one saw. I didn't want to tell Mark or the others because I didn't want to be a burden nor do I want there sympathy and over protectiveness. I wanted to do what I loved and that was being a doctor.

After my doctor's appointment me and Callie silently walked down the hallway trying not draw to much attention to our selfs as we got my meds. "I wonder what I'll look like bald." I chuckled. Callie obviously didn't find it funny. I nudged her with my shoulder playfully. "come on lighten up"

"it's not funny" she mumbled. "what your going through isn't funny" she said glancing at me as we rounded the corner trying to avoid her wife and my boyfriend.

"I know but I feel fine honestly"

"mentality or physically?" she asked.

"both" I quickly responded.

The silence fell again and I sighed grabbing one of my charts "(y/n)" Callie spoke again.

"hmm?"

"you need to tell Mark soon" she started as I shifted in my spot next to the nurse's station and kept my eyes on the chart "he deserves to know and as much as it kills me to say, your getting worse and we can't keep hiding it"

"I'll tell him when the time is right" I said shutting the chart and left to get ready for a surgery with Owen and April.

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"why can't we just see a movie or something?" I asked scrubbing my hands with April next to me. The two of us were trying to plan our monthly double date with Jackson and Mark.

"we could do that. But definitely not a bar, we don't need a replay of what happened last month" I laughed at April's comment as I remembered Jackson and Mark getting drunk and setting a portapoddie on fire at a construction sight that was near the hospital.

As April continued to talk I felt my stomach start to turn and the smell of the water running made me sick. I sighed and gripped the edges of the scrubbing sink.

"(n/n)? You okay?" she placed her hand on my shoulder a rubbed it. Yep, definitely gonna hurl I thought as sprinted out of the scrubbing room and into the closet bathroom. I ran through the bathroom door and ripped the biggest stall open making it fly backwards and banging up against the one next door.

The noise stung my ears but I was glad it was masking the nauseating sounds of me emptying my sorry excuse of a stomach.

"(y/n) are you okay?" April asked from behind as she held my hair back. I let out a breath and rested my damp forehead on my arm. I let out a cough as April backed up so a could set down away from the toilet. I pressed my back up against the cold metal stall as April massaged my shoulder.

"I'm okay, I'm okay" I whispered as I pulled my scrub cap off my head. April's kind blue eyes stared at me with concern. "maybe you should Find a on-call room to rest in. Me and Owen got the surgery covered." I nodded not wanting to fight her.

She help me up and she wrapped her arm around my shoulder as we walked out of the bathroom. "im okay Apes, I'm just gonna lie down"

"do you want me to get your sister or Dr. Sloan?" I shook my head. "n-no they both have surgeries" she nodded sadly. I knew she suspected something. I hated lying to her she was like another sister.

I let out a tired sigh and moved into the Attending's lounge and started to look for Mark's leather jacket. It was my favorite to wrap myself in because it had a soft fabric in the inside and it had a black hood attached to it. I finally found it crumbled up on the couch with Derek's gray coat. I grabbed it and left to look for an empty on-call room.

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"hey, April told me to come and check on you" Jackson said as he closed the door. I shifted in the bed a bit and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.

"are you feeling bad?" Jackson asked lying down next to me then pushed I few strands of hair off my forehead to check my temperature.

"I'm okay Jackson" I said pushing his hand away. He rolled his green eyes calling bullshit.

"it's getting worse, maybe we should consider chemo" Jackson said softly. I scoffed and set up right so I leaning against the wall.

"it's only stage two" I mumbled. "I don't want to start looking worse than I already am.. I know mark has notested the weight loss"

Jackson looked down. "you still haven't told him, have you?" I knew the secret was getting to him. Him and Mark were close and Mark treated him like a son or little brother. He was stuck in the middle and I felt awful for that because just last week Jackson almost let it out because of mark's pestering.

I let out a shaky breath and rested my head on his shoulder trying to hold in a cry. "I'm gonna find Mark.. His shift should be over" I mumbled as I crawled out of the bunk bed. I sighed when I stood in front of the mirror that was left in there. I was getting skinnier and his coat looked even bigger on me than it did two years ago. I pushed that thought away and left to look for Mark.

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I finally found him in one of the labs. His blue eyes glued to one of the microscopes. He was probably working on his and Jackson's skin grafts trying to perfect it even though he was egusted. I sighed and walked up behind him and rubbed his shoulders.

"you ready to go home? Our shifts ended an hour ago" he leaned the back of his head to my chest and he looked up as ran my fingers through his hair.

"I'm almost done baby, I can't stop now" he said moving back to the microscope.

I guess I could say this is another reason I've never told him. I knew he couldn't handle one more thing. He delt with too much and his plate was always full. Being a plastic surgeon was pressure as it is.... He didn't need to deal with a sick and possibly dying girlfriend. I also liked dealing with things myself. I didn't like making my problems other people's problems. And I always tried to put Mark and the rest of the doctors I considered family before me.

I smiled softly giving him a kiss on the cheek. "mark it's not going anywhere. You need rest"

"I'm not tired" he shifted and moved up to his desk. I sighed and spun his chair around and placed my fingers under his chin lifting his head up. "please come home with me... I need you with me" I whispered.

I don't know how much longer I have with you. I thought and made sure I didn't leave my mouth. Mark sighed In defeat as soon as our eyes met. He told me countless times my eyes were his weakness. He'd say all he had to do was look into my eyes and he was hooked.

He stood up and turned everything thing off and left the room with me.

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The next morning I woke up feel extremely nauseous I set up softly and moved out of the bed without waking Mark. I had my mouth covered as I raced to the toilet. I fell to my knees and felt everything get empty out. I prayed to god I didn't wake Mark but that was quickly proven wrong when I felt my hair being moved out of my face.

I sighed and flushed the toilet. I slumped down on the cold tile floor and leaned against the bath tub. "are you okay baby?" he asked softly. He was setting on his knees in front of me and his hand gently rubbing my cheek.

"I'm okay Doc, it was probably food poisoning or something" I said trying not to sound like a big fat lier. Mark's blue eyes look at me with worry. "you and I are both doctor. Something isn't right"

"Mark I'm fine... I promise" I need to tell him I thought. I looked down holding in the tears. Mark noticed but he also learned fast in our relationship I'll talk when I'm ready. He sighed and took my arms in his hands then wrapped them around his neck. His hands then proceeded to fall to my waist then pick me up as if I was a small child. I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me back to bed.

"what are you doing?" I asked. "your not going to work and I'm not either" he said grabbing his phone to probably call Owen and say we were both sick. I sighed and slumped down on the pillow. This just keeps getting harder and harder I thought as Mark climb into bed with me and pulled me to his chest. We both spent the morning watching Twin peaks and soon enough I feel asleep towards the afternoon to Mark talking about his and Jackson's clinical trail.

The next morning I woke up without Mark. I turned my head to face his spot on the bed and I saw a note on his pillow.

(y/n),

Got paged early this morning. Come to work IF and only if you feel better. Love you.

-Mark

I read the note then set it on the night stand. As soon as I set up from the bed my stomach turned. I sighed and raced to the toilet. I didn't realize how loud I was being in till I heard Arizona's voice. I heard her hand knock on the door of my bathroom.

"(y/n) are you okay?" she asked as I flushed the toilet and walked past her and crawled into bed. "I'm fine"

"you don't look fine, how long has this been happening?" I shrugged not wanting to meet my Sister-in-law's eyes. "(y/n) talked to me" she whispered setting next to me and warped her arms around me pulling me to her chest.

"your not pregnant are you? I don't think I can handle a little Mark, but I think Sophie needs a little sibling" she said in a joking manner obvious trying to get me to smile. I didn't and I only looked down at my hands. A tear fell and hit the black diamond ring Mark got me. All I thout was I can't hide this forever.

"(y/n) what's wrong? You know you can tell me"

I hesitated. "Airy I'm sick" her eye brows knitted together and her head tilted in confusion. "yeah obviously but I'm sure it will pass-"

"Arizona it's cancer" she suddenly stopped and her words were sucked right out. Arizona's eyes almost looked lifeless and she wasn't her usual bright and happy self. she looked down as she tried to process everything. She let out a sigh and looked down. "how long?"

"what? How long I have left or how long I've been fighting?"

"fighting"

"since the shooting" her eyes bugged out and his head drooped down. "that's almost two years....you've been hiding this for two years?!"

"I know" I simply replied but her emotions showed that's wasn't good enough. "have you been doing treatment?" she asked and then more followed.

"who else knows?" she asked. "you, Callie and Jackson" I said softly. I knew she would be hurt that me and Callie didn't tell her and Mark. We were a family after all.

"you haven't even told Mark!?" she asked shocked. She obviously knew how much it would hurt him. I did too but he didn't need one more thing on his plate. "he needs to know" he mumbled.

"Arizona, he doesn't need one more thing on his plate and what I turn into his dying girlfriend.. And charity case... I don't want that"

"mark would do anything to take care of you and he would want to help you fight this."

I let a tear fall. "I want to tell him I just haven't found the right time."

Arizona's wrapped her arms around me and I rested my head on her shoulder. "your not doing any surgeries in till you tell him" she said softly. I jolted up. "that's not fair."

"it's very fair"

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The next day I walked into the OR mark and Derek were in. "Mark?" I said coming into the lab. Him and derek were finishing up their surgery and guns n Roses' November Rain was playing softly through the OR speakers. It wasn't unusual to hear them listen to this band but the choice of song was unusual. Him listening to a song about a man losing the love of his life almost made me cry. Music dose that to me.

"Nothin' lasts forever

And we both know hearts can change

And it's hard to hold a candle

In the cold November rain"

"babe we are geniuses" he smiled through his mask once he saw I was there. I smiled happy at him. I loved it when he had a successful surgery because it always put him a fluffy mood.

"on some things" I joked, "are you about done? I need to talk to you" he looked up from his patient and his blue eyes locked with mine. "what's up?" he asked as his eyes switched from me to the patient.

"it's not important, I'll tell you later" I said about to leave. "are you sure?" he asked before I left. I didn't want to tell him now a distract him. I smiled and nodded before leaving.

"If we could take the time to lay it on the line

I could rest my head just knowin' that you were mine

All mine

So if you want to love me then darlin' don't refrain

Or I'll just end up walkin' in the cold November rain"

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"hay little Torres, you feeling better?" Meredith asked coming up to me. I smiled and nodded. "waiting for Mark?"

I nodded. "waiting for Derek?" she responded the same way.

After about ten minutes Meredith left with Derek and Zola. I got tired of waiting and went to go look for him. After asking around I found him in one of the labs working on his project.

"mark let's go home" I said as the adomatic doors of the lab opened. I stuffed my hands into my coat and looked around. I slightly smiled when I saw him working.

"come on Doc, time to go home" I smiled. "lets get some dinner and it's your night with Sophie" I walked up behind him and started rubbing his shoulders. "I'm busy baby I'm not that hungry anyway"

"Dr. Sloan" I said stirnly. He looked up knowing I was serious. He knows he's in trouble when I say Dr. Sloan the rest of the time it's Doc or Mark. "I wish you'd take care of yourself better"

'your already gonna out live me so I better make sure your good health before I kick the bucket' I thought.

He looked up at me and smirked. His arms wrapped around my waist and held me tightly. My body was pushed between his legs and my arms warped around his shoulders as my fingers combed through his light brown hair.

"weren't you gonna tell me something earlier?" he asked looking up at me. The coward in me shut everything down. I quickly shook my head no. "I honestly cant remember" I titled his head to the sighed with an eye brow raised. His 'that's bullshit look'

"I'm fine" I smiled and kissed the top of his head. "come on let's go home" I said grabbing his hand and pulling him from his chair.

Later that night we all gathered into the living room to watch a movie. Callie and Arizona stayed over with Sophie so we just eat take out and watched the scream movies.

I didn't make to far into the movie. I fell asleep with my head in Mark's lap and my legs were on Arizona's lap. Lately I feared sleep due to the fact I might not wake up. I used to love sleep it was an escape from the real world but now I just fight it but to night I fell right to sleep.

The next morning I walked into the ER where Jackson and Owen were. "morning boys"

"hay Torres" Owen smiled.

"what are you doing?" I asked walking in between the two men. Jackson was unwrapping a package shaped like a big picture frame. "it's the new sign for the ER" he smiled pulling out the navy blue plack

"hold this please" he asked handing me his coffee then shoved some notebooks and files off the nurses station and then took the sign from me. "Avery is that necessary?" Owen half laughed. Me and Jackson shrugged as he hung it up then looked at me and Owen

"floors lava" he said casually. I rolled me eyes and jumped in office chair that was at the nurses station. The movement made it slightly roll away in the process.

"what are you two doing?" Owen sighed but still found it funny. I bursted into laughter. I lived for these little moments. Jackson and Owen rarely played around but when he did he could be a total child and I loved him for that.

"Owen the floor is lava! Your gonna die!" I shouted. he rolled her eyes. "you both are children" he said chuckling.

"so?" Jackson asked hopping of the counter as Mark came up to us. "sloan don't forget about the Attendings meeting tonight" Owen said.

"can't" Mark said we both looked at Owen as he raised an eyebrow "me and (y/n) are going out"

"we are?" I asked confused. He nodded with a smile. "it's been a while since we went out on a date and there's a movie I wanna take you to"

"that's fine" Owen said. If I wasn't involved he would say no.

"thanks Hunt!" we both shouted as he left.

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"that's was awful" I said and Mark laughed as we walked out of the movie theater that just got done showing the new batman. His arm was around my shoulder keeping his hip to mine. "it wasn't that bad" Mark said.

"the Ben Affleck's batman is so much better" I said as we walked down the street. "well next time I promise I'll pick a better movie" 'Next time' hit me the wrong way. What if there wasn't a next time?

Callie and Arizona's words kept replaying in my mind over and over. I sighed and looked down at the side walk as I interlocked my fingers with his. That didn't go unnoticed to him. "is everything okay?" I shrugged my shoulders. And nodded yes.

"what? You nervous about the Treacher Collins surgery next week?" he asked. Before I could say anything his mouth continued to move. "don't worry we're gonna nail it like always." I knew he was trying to make me feel better but there was more to our lives than just surgery.

He stopped talking when I stopped walking with him. He turned around and looked at me with concern. "what's wrong?"

My eyes began to sting with tears. I looked away as soon as the first tear dropped. His thumb and pointer finger gently grabbed my chin and moved my face so are eyes met. "what's going on?"

"Mark I'm sick" I said bluntly. He looked at me confused. "we can go home if you want... Or we can stop by the hospital to see what's wron-"

"Mark I have cancer... Leukemia" I said quietly. Mark froze with no emotion in his eyes. "what?" he whispered.

"no, no, no, you can't your perfect...w-why? H-how long?" he rambled as tears begin to fill his blue eyes.

I gulped down a sob. "two years. I found out a little bit after the shooting"

"two years!" he shouted making me look down. "you've been hiding this from me for two years? Why?"

"you would have told me to stop surgeries and be protective of me and stopped me from doing stuff!" I said back.

"stuff?... Stuff! God damn it I made you do too much stuff. I-I" he started to pace around me running his fingers through his hair nervously "

"no Mark.. you've kept me healthy. If I didn't have you I would have probably..."

"don't finish that sentence" he said knowing exactly what I ment. He looked at me again. "God damnit! Why you?" he shouted slamming the door of his car with his fist making me flinch.

"of all the people in this world.. Why you?" he asked full on crying now. His tears hurt worse than any kinda pian this sickness gave me. I hated the way he was reacting. His pain made my heart clinch.

"everything happens for a reason"

"well this world is fucked up.. You've done nothing to deserve this" he mumbled opening the driver side of the car. He motions me to get in behind the wheel.

"go ahead and drive home" he said. I quickly shook my head no not wanting to be alone. "I need to be alone right now I-I need to think"

"drive home safely and text me when you get home" when I sat down in the driver seat his head dipped down inside and have me a soft kiss. "I Love You"

I started the car and that God damn guns n Roses song started on the radio. I watched Mark walked down the street in the review mirror and tears fell again. I slammed my fist into the steering wheel as the song continued.

"So never mind the darkness, we still can find a way

'Cause nothin' lasts forever, even cold November rain"

--------(Mark's pov)--------

I felt my heart sink as I walked down the dark road. I couldn't figure out why she had to hide something so serious from me. I knew who I need to go to but the question was, was he gonna help. I he closer I got to my destination the colder and wetter it got. A down pour started making me thank full I gave (y/n) the car.

The sound of the rain hitting me and the pavement sounded like a drum banging next to my ear. I didn't talk about my feeling much but my emotions was through the roof as I ran down the hallway of the hospital soaking wet.

"Derek I need your help" I said as barged into one of the ORs. I'd never done that while he was preforming surgery and thanked God he was finished.

"Sloan what the hell" Webber said. His irritation seemed to slightly go away when he saw me. I rolled my eyes and ripped of the mask I had as holding on my face. I shivered as mine and Derek's Eyes locked. I hated to tell him the two were close (y/n) was like a sister to him. The shivers got worse as I calmed myself down not daring to cry I front of them.

"why are you all wet? What's going on?" Derek asked. I paced back and forth. "calm down" I hear him say but I didn't listen.

"it's (y/n)" Webber and Derek immediately stopped in their tracks. That hit them differently. Callie looked up slowly from the leg she was operating on. "you know" she said softly. I looked down pissed she kept it from me too.

"what's wrong with (y/n)?" Derek asked. Taking his gear off as the nurse got him ready for recovery.

"s-she has c-cancer" I stumbled over my worlds. "she's sick and might be dying so I-I need your help...I-i don't know what to do"

"Torres is she excepting treatment?" I asked looking at my best friend. She sighed and her eyes glossed over. "n-no she's not"

"Mark we don't know her history or what's going on" Webber said softly.

"I knew this would be a waist of fucking time" I growled as I walked to the front door. "Mark" Derek grabbed my wrist stopping me in my tracks.

"I'll see what I can do but I can't help unless she let's let's me, you know how she is"

"I cant let her die" I mumbled. "we won't" Derek said.

--------(1st pov)--------

"just don't cut it all" I mumbled as me and Arizona sat in front of the mirror. She looked at me through the mirror as she turned the razor on. The buzzing maid me shiver as she started to cut off inches. Before she could get to far there was a knock on the door.

"I'll be back" she said softly hugging me before she left for the door. In the distance I could hear Derek's voice along with Meredith's. I let out sigh glad it was the couple I've grown close to over the years.

Meredith came into the bathroom where I was and gave me a sympathetic smile. "hay Mer"

"hay" she looked at my now short hair and smiled. "the look suits you" she placed her hand on my shoulder studding the now pixie cut that was my hair.

As I looked in the mirror my reflection started to get blurry and nausea bubbled in my stomach and chest. I heaved and rubbed my forehead. Meredith rubbed my back. "are you okay"

Before I could answer I puked in the sink as Meredith shouted for Derek and Arizona. Derek barged in first.

"are you okay?" he asked frantically? "(n/n)?"

"im gonna pass out" I said as everything around me started spinning. "yup, definitely passing out" I said falling into Derek's arms as everything went black.

--------(Mark's pov)--------

"where is she?" I asked pushing pasted Owen to get into her room. "Torres were is she?" I asked stopping in front of her. Callie look scared and that gave enough confirmation. Nothing was okay. The thought of losing her was like a stab to the heart.

"can I see her?" Callie nodded and got up from I front of her hospital door. I took a deep breath before slowly inching the door open terffied on what's on the other side. I slowly peaked on the behind the door. I smiled softly seeing her slowly wake up and give me a big grein. "hay Doc"

I raced to her side trying to keep it together. "I'm sorry I ran off" she quickly shook her head "it's okay I understand"

"no it's not okay" I shook my head. She rolled her eyes playfully.

"are you in any pain?" I asked afraid of the answer. She shook her head no. "maybe a few headaches every now and then"

"please don't keep anything like this from me again" she nodded and took my hand. I held her hand tight like I was afraid she was going to disappear.

--------(Callie's pov)--------

Later that night I went into to see my sister. I sighed seeing her fast asleep but Mark fighting to stay awake.

"Mark go to bed alright" he fixed his posture in the chair next to her bed and shook his head. "I'm fine"

"I'll be with her.. Its fine" he finally nodded and gave (y/n) a kiss on the forehead be for he left for the door. Before I could sit down Mark turned around getting my attention.

"Callie I got something important to ask you" I nodded telling him to continue. "can I have your blessing on marring (y/n?" before I could answer he started rambling. Something he's being doing a lot lately.

"I wanted to ask you because I know your dad hates me and you two are a lot closer" he sighed and looked down while pulling his fingers from his hair and slapping the side of his leg.

I stood still for I bit. He's my best friend and all but he was dating my little sister the person I protected forever. When they started dating I hated him for it because I thought he'd use her but that wasn't the case at all. He's good to her and I'm glad they have each other.

"now would be a good time to answer Torres" his voice said snapping me back to reality. I smiled and shook my head yes. "yes you can"

"thank you" he said letting out a sigh of relief.

"just get some sleep will ya" he nodded and left the room. I sighed and fell into the chair Mark was in originally. I brushed the dark hairs out of her face. The only resemblance we had to the exception of our eyes. She looked like dad and I look like our mother.

I sighed taking her hand gently not wanting to wake her. The realization that she's getting worse hit me. I couldn't lose her and the fear only made it worse. The other guy didn't even want to come out. That's when I dozed off myself.

(next day)

The next day Alex, Christina and Jackson all stood outside (y/n) room. Mark and Callie were both in there with her as she slept.

"so it's true? She has cancer?" Alex asked sounding broken and pissed as he looked in the window of (y/n)'s room. Jackson let out a hurt sigh as he nodded.

"I'd never thought it would be her too." Alex mumbled thinking he's gonna loose (y/n) to cancer like he did Izzie.

"she bet it, she's tough" Christina said looking between Owen and Jackson. Owen looked up from his cart and sighed. "I really hope your right.

--------(Mark's pov, 6 months later)--------

About three months after (y/n) got out of the hospital we had a small wedding and went of to an easy honeymoon. That's what she wanted. Everything seemed to be fine in till this month. Everyone saw it coming but that doesn't mean I didn't hurt like hell. At least she's isn't in anymore pain.

The funeral was small and just like she would have wanted. She wouldn't have wanted us to make a big deal of her death but it still hurt. A bout a week later Owen and Jackson made a memorial plack to put in the peds room where she works. I walk by it everyday and as crazy as it sounds sometimes I'll talk to like it's really her.

It was hard on everyone. It was the first time I ever saw Alex cry and Owen for the first time was speechless. (y/n) was the soul of the hospital and the glue that kept us together. She showed love and kindness to each one of them.

I was more worried for Callie she didn't cry or speak during the funeral. Maybe the realization hasn't hit. Arizona did but she's was trying her hardest to stay strong for Callie and me. Derek couldn't take it he tried his hardest to keep her alive the last few months and she didn't make it. It killed me to think he blames himself. It didn't blame him, no one did.

When the service ended everyone wanted to be left alone. To get through their own grieving process. Unfortunately it had be done on work hours. I walked down the silent hallway. Damn it's never this quiet. My thoughts were broke by the sounds of a female sobbing. And knew that sound all too well.

"Callie" I said softly. SHe let out a sob and slid down the wall holding (y/n)'s doctors coat. "why did it have to be her?" i felt my chest tightened and my bottom lip quiver. 'I wasn't gonna cry' I kept repeating trying to stay in the right state of mind to calm Callie down.

I sighed and slid down the wall setting next to her. I softly smiled at her coat. The name on it got changed to Dr. Torres-Sloan a bit before she died. I never even thought about being a widow. She hasn't even been gone a month and I don't know how to continue.

"i remember how pissed you and derek were when you found out we started dating" you wanted to kill me but Derek had me already to the ground beating the crap out of me" I said. "it never mattered to me I love her more than anything"

Callie looked at me with her red puffy eyes. "you two were perfect for each other, I'm glad she had you"

"yeah I know.." I said softly. I put my arm on her shoulder and hugger her tight. "she loved you so much" Callie whispered.

I sighed. "she was so excited for this conjoined twins project" I was trying to change the subject. Trying to think happy. Callie let out a laugh mixed with a sob. "but she didn't want to fly. she kept telling us plans are dangerous and made us watch final Destination"

"I'm gonna miss her so much" I mumbled. "me too.."

#Mark Sloan imagines #greys anatomy #mcsteamy #greys anatomy imagines #callie Torres #derek shepherd imagines #mark Sloan x reader #Derek Shepard x reader

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shiho-the-rock · 7 months

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HI THERE !!! this blog looks really cool so im here to request !!!

could i request an, ena with gn!reader whos very sleepy all the time and always in blankets

thank you so much !!! i hope you have an amazing day !! <3

An & Ena X G/n!Reader Who's Extremely Sleepy

HELLO! It is about time I finally start writing after just creating this blog and ghosting it for two months. I am SO sorry for the wait but I hope you'll enjoy!

Shiraishi An

"...plus one pancake stack, got it. Your order will arrive shortly!” An happily informed her customer. As she made her way to the kitchen something, or rather someone, caught her eye. A person at a nearby table had their knees to their chest and their head buried in their arms. 'Is that (name)?' she wondered. An furrowed her eyebrows in concern. Were you crying..? She should probably check on you.

“Hey, are you okay?” An asked, gently tapping you on the shoulder. You stirred groggily before turning your attention to An. “Yeah, I was just having a small nap.”

“Oh.”

An admires your ability to sleep so easily. She often finds herself unable to sleep before an exam the next day, knowing that she's definitely going to fail so being able to sleep that easily sounds like a godsend.

You're a fairly average student, but you can certainly do more than An can, so you offer to tutor her. However, whenever she comes over, you have to fight off the sleep. Studying is a sleep-inducing drug to you, you can't stay awake for long. Your massive blanket wrapped around you is probably contributing to your sleepiness but you don't really feel like taking it off.

An's learnt to expect you being late to your hangouts most of the time due to you sleeping in, but she doesn't mind. She's glad you're getting a little shut-eye.

She loves movie-night dates with you! It's her favourite thing in the world.

Shinonome Ena

Ena glanced at your sleeping figure wrapped snugly in a blanket. It was 1pm and well past the time you were supposed to get up. She ought to wake you up, but it was Saturday and it wasn’t like you had any plans, why not let you stay in bed a little longer?

“You look like a burrito,” Ena chuckled to herself, taking one last look at you before returning to her homework.

She always catches you dozing off in class so she has to poke at you to keep you awake.

Ena honestly understands the hype for your naps. If she had the choice, she would sleep 24/7- but that doesn't mean that she won't be strict with you. If you have something to do that day, you better be prepared for her to wake you up on time. If you refuse to get up, she'll do everything in her power to get rid of that mindset. She'll pull your oh-so-beloved blanket off of you, she'll pour water on you, you name any method to wake someone up and she'll do it. Ena doesn't like being that person but you'll thank her for it later.

Whenever she has free time, you'll find yourself wrapped in a blanket burrito together. Ena likes spending time with you, and because you're both very generally sleepy people, this is the perfect way to do it.

#project sekai x reader #project sekai #an shiraishi #shiraishi an #an shiraishi x reader #shiraishi an x reader #ena shinonome #shinonome ena #ena shinonome x reader #shinonome ena x reader #pjsk #pjsk x reader #project sekai x you #shiho-the-rock

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vanillavanni · 3 months

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|Welcome to the stream|

Pair • IsaNagi!

Anime • Blue Lock

Category • Fluff!

Tw • Suggestive stuff? Shidou. Reo overreacting.

Bascially Isagi popping out of no where while Nagi’s streaming and some other characters going crazy…preferably Reo,Barou and Kaiser..

(May be OOC! I have yet to fully understand characters but I wanted to write them anyway!)

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All was quiet in Isagi’s apartment,except for his roommate’s loud video game music and keyboard clacking all the while.

Isagi had no idea what he was going to do with Nagi,honestly he’s still wondering why Nagi decided to move in after graduation. It wasn’t like he was in dire need of a place to stay,Reo was open arms for him all the time.

Isagi sighed as he began to take clothes out of the dryer,it was a chore day and as always,he’s the one doing all of them. Every single one. Sure,Nagi does move around the house sometimes…Emphasizing on the sometimes.

Isagi began folding the clothes,majority of them being Nagi’s. Isagi knew Nagi wasn’t going to come get them so he walked to his room and opened the door,before inviting himself in to put Nagi’s clothes on his bed.

—Chat—

Megunana21: Whose that in the back?

KingBarou: They’re interrupting…

PrinceR:Is that Isagi?!

Shidouishot:Is he single or what?

(NagiSeiGaming):No.

Shidouishot:damnit.

Princesspanther:He kinda looks like a blueberry!

Megunana21:Blueberry AHHSGDYWGAFSYA

KingBarou:Someone kick this idiot.

PrinceR:NAGI WHY IS HE IN YOUR ROOM?! DO I NEED TO CALL THE AUTHORITIES?!

(NagiSeiGaming): No.

—

Nagi internally sighed. His stream had been interrupted but it wasn’t like he was saying anything,though he wished Isagi could’ve knocked. Looking at his surroundings from him camera,Isagi was putting away some clothes in his drawer. How Housewife-y.

Just as Isagi was about to leave,Nagi called out.

“Can you get me some chips and soda?”

Isagi didn’t know what he expected,of course Nagi wanted him to get something so he can stay attached to that gaming chair of his.

“Alright-“

“Wait.”

Now Isagi was confused,was he supposed to get something for Nagi or not? Nagi got up from his chair,not caring that his stream carried on. He invaded Isagi’s personal space just give him a kiss on the forehead

—Chat—

Megunana21: WOAHHHHH

KingBarou: What the fuck! Dude seriously left his team for a kiss?!

PrinceR: DIE. GET THAT FREAK AWAY. IM GOING TO HIRE A HITMAN ON THAT BLUEBERRY EXCUSE OF A HUMAN!

(Hioreo): Please refrain from saying stuff like that in the chat…

PrinceR:YOURE NEXT.

Shidouishot: DOES HE HAVE A ONLYFANS?!

(Hioreo): No…Please stop asking in every chat I mod..

Princesspanther:Twitter is going to love this.

—

“Eh? what was that for…?” Isagi had never been so confused,it’s not like Nagi was usaully the one to initiate affection..

“Because you’re my boyfriend.” Such a blunt reply but what else could Isagi expect from this white haired sloth..

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PrinceR:ILLKILLHIM EHAHDGSHSH IM COMING OVER RN.

Megunana21:oooooo Drama <3 I hope they start fighting live!

KingBarou: Shut up you twat. START SPAMMING DONATIONS.

KingBarou sent 1¥

“STOP KISSING AND START FIGHT”

(Hioreo): Perosnally I think they’re cute

Princesspanther: Me too Hiroreo. Me too.

—

“You’re live,yknow…?” Isagi blushed a bit,it wasn’t like Nagi was famous though..was he?

—Twitter—

PrettyboyChigiri

News! Nagiseigaming caught kissing a unknown boy on stream!! You guys should totally hop on now!

•Photo Attachment•

Comments

KingBarou: Stop tweeting about it and start donating.

BlueRosePrince: Isagi? MY ISAGI?

Kaiser’sDog replied to BlueRosePrince:He’s not all that tbh…

Blueroseprince replied to Kaiser’sDog: Go back to where you came from.

—

Meanwhile the couple had departed and Nagi returned back to his stream,which had gained a few more followers

Blueroseprince: WHO ARE YOU TO YOICHI?! CAN YOU EVEN STRIKE A GOAL?!

Kaiser’sDog: Imagine not being able to strike as good as Kaiser LOL

Shidouishot: So does he have a onlyfans or what?

(Hioreo): Please get out..I’ve banned you 5 times today..

Blueroseprince: Why do all these people want my future malewife..

KingBarou: SHUT UP,i’m trying to watch these guys get nailed.

Supergingerman : What even is going on…I thought this was just a gaming stream..

PrinceR: NAGI DON’T WORRY. I HIRED A HIT MAN.

(Nagiseigaming):No.

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Nagi couldn’t believe this all started because he wanted to kiss his boyfriend in the head. It’s not like it was a crime yet…Reo was close to comitting a crime..

—Twitter—

Blueroseprince

All these people want my malewife…yet my malewife doesn’t even want me…😔🥀

Comments

Kaiser’sdog: I’m here for you,your highness!

Blueroseprince:Get out my comments.

PrettyboyChigiri: ISANAGI 4 LIFE. KAISAGI NEVER.

Blueroseprince: ADMIT IM THE BETTER BOYFRIEND.

HowdoIchangemyuser: I CAN FLY DAYYYY😙

KingBarou:STOP TWEETING AND START WATCHING YOU IMBECILES.

I hope you enjoyed this! Next i’ll maybe write some more Isanagi or i’ll be more risky and write another rare pair!

And I wanted to say,i’ll be writing stuff from other animes as I said I like a bunch of animes and i’d love to start writing on majority of them! One day,if i’m good enough to do so,i’ll start making Reader fics!

So lemme know what you want next down beloooow!

#anime #rarepair #blue lock #fluff #isagi yoichi #nagi seishiro

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kinnenvy · 9 months

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i am having thoughts about brian and his parents (jack joan debbie). it's messy and chaotic but i need to take it out of my brain and put it somewhere

Jack and Joan

There's like a pattern that he must go through with his birth parents, especially in season 1 it feels as if brian likes to present his relationship with his parents in one way, when it's actually very different.

He feels troubled by his own fatherhood, by Justin's relationship with his dad and the first thing he does is search for his own dad. he tells justin he never sees him, but then at the end of ep 1x09 michael talks about brian's visit and heartbreak over jack like it's something that happens routinely (and it does for sure, considering that it seems like jack is depending on him for money). "When will you ever learn?" NEVER! HE WILL NEVER LEARN!

until s2 ig. to me his relationship with joan is the most puzzling. he visits her, brings her flowers, but it doesn't feel like he ever tries to indulge her in the same way he did with jack. i wonder if that's because he didn't grow up being scared of her, so there's no instinct to get into her good graces...? im not qualified for this kind of analysis i dont think

they've both surely put him under intense distress, in different ways maybe, but it's distress nonetheless. living in that house must have been like being taken apart constantly, nowhere to hide, no comfort, only pain.

im not sure what the timeline is, but it's possible that the first time brian felt loved and wanted must have been THAT DAY in the showers after school. it could be also why he has that twisted perception of what happened. (or maybe it's just early 2000s writing who knows)

Debbie

she honestly makes me kinda mad. she saw a 14 y/o break in her liquor cabinet, get drunk and thought "this kid's kinda troublesome idk :/". i think making big speeches and saying pretty words she doesn't fully understand is very much part of her character (ben), but the way she does it with brian in relation to his parents is horrible to me.

(surely without knowing) she uses Brian's need for approval from his parents and convinces him to come out to his dad, what does that achieve? brian has to hear his father tell him he should die. brian has an important, vulnerable moment with her after his diagnosis and she shares it with joan without him asking or even wanting her to. what does that achieve? we remember what it achieves.

I think it's fair that she thinks about michael first and then everyone else, but i feel like she's softer on everyone else (david????) compared to brian. sure he kept their relationship vague enough to make him believe they could become a couple, but he isn't doing it to have a laugh, they're codependent. when brian is forced to break it off by debbie, she's happy to let brian take the fall on his own. she understands what he did, so instead of maybe idk helping him get at least Lindsay's support, she keeps her mouth shut, calls brian a good kid, gives him a pat on the back and is ready to send him his own way.

which brings me to the way she acts like she understands brian. it feels like the writers are telling us she understands him, but does she? idk. she picks up on things he does in secret one moment and then gets him totally wrong the next. she calls him a selfish asshole in front of everyone, but when it's just the two of them she suddenly has always known he's a good person. why is she never saying good things about him when everyone's around? why does it have to be just the two of them?

"Brian would hate it" "Brian would cringe himself to another planet" Sure but maybe Brian would also get home and maybe for once feel like the adult he imprinted on approves of him with no compromises :// idk

#brian kinney #qaf #my babygirlest #queer as folk #meta #it's a rant folks #there's more ive forgotten for sure #also jennifer

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bookloover35 · 9 months

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Roman Staionis x fem reader-Im not a toy part 1.

YNS POV:

Roman Staionis aka The black mask but also known as one of the most famous psychopaths in all of Gotham. But to me he's Romy or my husband and yes I know what you're thinking. You must be crazy because you are married to him, or you were forced to marry him, he threatened you to marry him. And the answer to all your questions is no I was not forced I love him and he loves me.

I am his queen and he is my king.

But the answer to the question if I'm crazy then I can honestly say yes I'm crazy, I'm not a saint I'm Yn fricking Quinn.

If you have not listed my last name, I have a question for you where you have been somewhere. I'm the sister of Harley Quinn herself. Harley and I are very similar but still very different she has blonde hair while I have red hair.

And she stole and kidnapped while I work as an assassin.

I actually met him through my job when I got a job killing a man who used to work at Roman's club, but that story is for another time.

Back to the story.

Yn: Fuck you Roman

I told him while we were sitting and had a meeting with Salvatore Maroni himself and some other members of his gang a lot of pigs if you ask me. They clearly know who I am throughout Gotham know that I am his wife, but I am best known throughout Gotham precisely because of my profession.

But every time they have put their feet inside this club, they have never shown me any respect at all and they have always checked on me one and the same thing that I am just Roman's toy.

Every time they have said that, Rome has never been around. And every time I have tried to do something against them, I have always been stopped by Zas.

I have told Roman about what Salvatore Maroni and his gang have called me and he told me that the next time they say it again he would make them regret it.

But did he do something about it no he did not he just sat there and kept quiet and he says he should be Roman Staionis himself aka the world's most dangerous psychopath HA what a joke.

My thoughts were interrupted by my sister Harley putting her arms around me and telling me.

Harley: You look like you'll kill someone if they say a single word wrong to you.

Come on, tell your sister now.

Yn: It's Roman I told him about what Maroni and his gang call me and he told me that the next time they told me he would do something and he did absolutely nothing.

And I do not need a man to defend me, but still he is my husband.

Harley: Yes I understand you you're his wife and not his toy and you really do not need a man to defend you you are Yn fricking Quinn my sister and all the villains in Gotham know who you are.

I was about to answer her but was interrupted when I heard Roman shouting my name.

Roman: YN!!!!!!!

Yn: UGH what does he want me now, Harley we continue to talk to you later okay love you.

Harley: Okay we'll talk later love you to.

Right after we said those words to each other, I started walking towards Roman's office. I could hear him calling my name and he wanted me to stay, but I refused, I just kept going.

When I got to the door, I opened it and went in and slammed the door shut with a loud bang and then I went to the office table and slammed my hands down on the table.

Roman: How dare you humiliate me like that.

Yn: Fuck you Roman.

You say you love me but I'm really starting to wonder if you really love me.

Roman: What are you talking about, you know I love you.

Yn: Do you really do what you said to me now again. I promise you darling if they say anything to you I'll do something about it.

I said to him and went up to him and put my finger on his chest.

Yn: But do you know what you did instead you did absolutely nothing. I'm not your toy I'm your wife. Not a TOY.

Roman: I know I should have said something and in fact after you left I scolded them. And you are not a toy you are my wife and my greatest love.

He said to me, I went to the table and stood in front of it, where I suddenly came up with an idea a very insidious idea. I'll show him, I'll make him ask me to forgive him. I turned to him and said.

Yn: I do not believe you.

Roman: Please darling you must believe me and please forgive me.

He said to me and stood in front of me now we'll see if my plan will work.

Yn: Prove it.

Roman: How ?

Here we go!!!!

Yn: I want you to get down on your knees and eat me out until I come later if you do a good job I'll let you come.

Roman: Excuse me???

Yn: You heard me.

#wattpad #wattpadstories #wattpad story #my own words #roman sionis #ewan mcgregor #roman sionis x reader #birds of prey #harly quinn

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mish-tique · 2 years

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this one is long? omg. i've been waiting for this because the ask for this was so 😳🥵 and the person that requested this was fucking brilliant, and knowing you, you'd make it a masterpiece

so SPOILERS below the rose line for "nothing feels this good beside of heaven"

im fucking blushing at the summary alone. we love a supportive friend group but damn that's next level

the characters listed and the ships listed, it just makes me think of that qutething that says that gays really do flock together (i mean, me and my friends did haha)

the characters in this friend group is so !!!!!

galex are the (not really) responsible ones in the group, they're the parents, carlando might be the fairytale couple (not sure yet, but that scene in the pub where carlos found a stool for lando, protective hands on thighs), and lestappen are the horny bastards always making out somewhere. tho i think, by the end of this, we'll learn that they're all horny bastards

lando is so sensible thinking of how george "borrowed the car," we all know you won't be thinking of that later

"George says as if he’s somehow above the law" <- this took me back to austin lap 1 and i'm shutting up now

"The casual physical touch of this group is honestly on another level, and Lando has no idea when or how it started. He won’t be the one to stop it though." <- if you're not touchy or is suspected together with your friends, you're not doing friends right (tho i don't think normal friend groups would be doing what they'll be doing)

"Especially not when he sees how George’s hand travels to Alex’s thigh when he doesn’t have to shift gears" <- this line really took me out. i need a fucking breather and nothings really happening yet, but mabe it is heaven sent that the government hasn't fixed the roads yet, but damn really CARLANDO LESTAPPEN GALEX all at once?! a girl is dying

"because the next thing Lando feels are two hands teasing his thigh" <- fucking hell hands on thighs HANDS ON THIGHS i'm such a sucker for that really. fic!lando is living the dream

“Do not,” Carlos’ voice is so, so low, “Stop yourself from making those beautiful noises. They alone could make me come alone.” <- i- qlhboerygoieuwhdnkmokwqlodjiehuh

“Fuck,” Alex curses from the front of the car, “Who allowed you guys to be this hot.” <- my thoughts exactly. really miss missha, WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. the amount of times i had to stop reading. ahh so much fucking good writing. the thoughts thought, i've been staring at my screen for minutes now since i typed that last sentence. you broke my brain. this is so going up the list.

aside from the usual roses, i'm also giving you these exclamatiion marks. you decide what they mean

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

-Rose 🥺🌹

yes it truly was long!!! i was so proud seeing the word count. I kind of wanted to make it longer for Paranoid but aaa my brainjuices ran out so i had to work with what my brain was giving (which, yknow, was limited).

wondering whether i should wish for my friendgroup to be the same or be happy it's not

yo thank you for telling me their shipname is galex, i spent an entire day trying to figure out what it was

DO NOT REMIND ME OF AUSTIN I WILL GET ANGRYYY

they are Not the definition of a normal friendgroup oops

"CARLANDO LESTAPPEN GALEX all at once?! a girl is dying" <- girl me too when i tried to figure out what limps were going where

PLEASE LOWKEY COMMANDING CARLOS IS SOOOOO HOT

please. this thing was so hot to write, I'm glad you found it hot too!!

i'm filling in the exclamation marks as a mental image of you yelling!

hope you have a good day and that academia is kind on you <333

#🥺🌹#rose anon #missha's kinktober #qued

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r08s · 3 months

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i asked my friend of aprox 10 years to hang out. it was 11:37 when i send her the message. she was online multiple times on instagram yet nothing. i texted a “?” at 1:20. same thing: active on ig but no reply to me. finally at 4 she responds.

we meet up and i feel just…empty? i know this sounds edgy but for example if i saw her last summer, i would have been so happy and excited and i wouldn’t stop talking. but this time i just looked at her and i wanted to leave, even tho i was the one who invited her… i felt so so numb, she also pointed out my strange behavior but she didnt ask if it was because of her.

honestly the whole day 4 hours spend together seemed like im hanging out with someone who secretly hates me. she didnt say any rude remarks but everything was just odd and i almost passed out at one moment (perhaps this was also because i slept only 5 hours)

we kinda gossiped and talked about guys, we always do this, however it felt so draining? actually i dont think this is the correct word, maybe awkward? we cracked some jokes but i was really forcing myself to smile and laugh, she defo noticed this. i was also just spacing out a couple of times

when we said goodbye, i didnt feel sad as i usually do when we separate. but this time i was just done, relieved and exhausted. and also screw the uber driver who tried to make a conversation with me about stupid teslas

i now really think we’re drifting apart. we had the previous week free and we didnt get to hang out at all… the active on ig and no reply thing happened then too…despite this, she did hang out with two other girls. awesome.

i feel so lonely. ever since i was little i thought that i would grow up in this cool teenager with a huge friend group yet here i am, crying for the 38295th time in the bathroom. i really just want someone i could talk to. someone who replies to me all the time. someone who appreciates me. someone with who i would never be awkward or uncomfortable with. someone who wouldn’t judge me. someone who would jump off a bridge if i also jumped. someone who i’d consider my best friend. someone who’d consider me their best friend. maybe i already met this person and maybe im the problem because of my stupid anxiety and my stupid undiagnosed depression and my stupid attachment issues and my stupid self as a whole.

today i had planned to tell my friend about some of the thing mentioned here but i guess i couldn’t bring myself to do it. she really asked me if something is wrong but i just shut her down.

maybe i will tell her next time. but how? or maybe the real question is when? i mean, ive been the one who mostly began the convos. i really am going to wait for her to just say something.

(today is saturday) not the upcoming week, but the next one it will be my birthday (im celebrating it by visiting paris so it will be no actual party with friends, just family). but i do wonder what she is gonna do then. like, just a hbd text or something more? tbh that “something more” could be even a bday card, i’d be really happy for one. i dont wanna sound selfish but i truly think i deserve something from a friend i’ve known for a whole decade, a friend who i love(d?) so much, i even bought her a gucci perfume so yeah i do deserve something a bit bigger than a one-minute happy bday text. again, it doesnt need to be extravagant, just something to show if she really cares about me, about our friendship. even my classmates, who ive known for only 6 months, are going to make me a surprise.

or maybe im just miserable and lonely. perhaps i shouldnt be spending my bday in paris but rather in a therapy session.

also i need to buy a new mascara since my maybelline sky high has been kind of dry. also as i said, rn im crying and yet the mascara isnt running down my face in the dramatic way as it should be..

#dear diary #this is longer than i intended

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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Opposites Attract

Pairing: MJ x Reader

Synopsis: MJ is skeptical when the cheer captain shows an interest in her

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“Why did you losers drag me here?” MJ whined as she sat beside Peter and Ned on the bleachers.

“Because this is what normal high schoolers do.” Ned said. “They go to football games.”

“Normal is boring.” MJ rolled her eyes.

“The frigid winds of teen angst will still be blowing tomorrow.” Peter patted her back. “You can rage against the machine another day. Today, we’re normal high schoolers.”

“Okay nerd.” She scoffed. “I’m bored.”

“It hasn’t started yet.” Ned pointed out.

“Screw this, Im reading.” MJ sighed and pulled a book out of her back pack. She became so invested in her story that she didn’t hear Peter the first two times he said the game was over.

“MJ? Did you hear me?” He nudged her again. “We won. Your torture is over.”

MJ shut her book and looked up to see all the players walking off the field. The cheerleaders ran off to hug their boyfriends on the team while the ones without boyfriends loudly cheered on their friends to tease them. MJ, Ned and Peter walked down the steps of the bleachers right as you ran up to them. Your hair was in pigtails, tied up with ribbons that matched your cheerleading uniform. You had blue and yellow dots on your cheeks and Pom Poms still in hand as you stopped them.

“Hi!” You waved your Pom Poms at the three of them. “Were you reading during the game?”

“Uh...yes?” MJ said sheepishly, worried she might have offended you.

“That’s so funny.” You smiled, much to her surprise. “Honestly, I find the games boring too. I wish I could just sit and read. But I’m a little busy b-e-ing aggressive.” You said sarcastically as you waved your pom pom.

“I saw. Frankly, I find the entire idea of cheerleading to be sexist and outdated.” MJ began, making Ned and Peter exchange a glance. “Why do the women have to cheer while the men reap all the glory?”

“I know what you mean. But I’ve always loved gymnastics and this is the only way I can still do that.” You explained. “And it comes with a lot of benefits. I’ve already been scouted by a few colleges for a cheerleading scholarship.”

“Oh. That’s pretty cool actually.” MJ said sincerely.

“I’m Ned.” Ned cut in, still shocked that you were talking to them.

“Hi Ned. I’m-“

“Y/n L/n. Cheer captain. I know who you are.” Ned finished your sentence for you.

“Oh.” You laughed awkwardly and turned back to MJ. “What’s your name?”

“MJ.”

“Does that stand for something?” You asked.

“Yes.” She said simply. You waited for her to say more, but she said nothing.

“Oh, okay. And you are?” You looked at Peter.

“Peter. Parker.” Peter stammered. “We’re in fifth period-“

“Biology.” You realized. “You’re the one who always has his hand up. Did you do the homework for Monday?

“Knowing Peter, he probably did the homework for next week last week.” MJ taunted.

“Well I still haven’t done the homework from last week.” You laughed. “So you’re doing better than me.”

“I could send it to you.” Peter offered.

“Okay. Here. You can put your number in my phone.” You handed Peter your phone, but never took your eyes off MJ. “MJ, you should probably take my number too.”

“Why?” She wondered. “I’m not in that class.”

“I know.” You said as you took her hand and wrote your number down on it. “But you’ll need my number to text me.”

“Why would I text you?” She furrowed her eyebrows.

“Because I want you to text me.” You winked at her. “Thanks Peter Parker. Bye guys!”

You ran back towards your squad, leaving Peter, Ned and MJ with dropped jaws.

“What just happened?” MJ asked.

“Gay?” Ned looked at his friends.

“No.” MJ said quickly. “Theres no way.”

“No. I call gay.” Peter nodded. “That was definitely fruity.”

“Shes the cheer captain.” MJ reminded them. “Theres no way shes gay.”

“MJ, she was staring at you the whole time. And she gave you her number unprompted.” Ned pointed to the number on MJ’s hand. “Girls that hot do not give anyone their number unprompted.”

“So what? Maybe she just wants to be friends.” MJ tried not to get her hopes up as she stared at your number.

“I don’t think so.” Ned shook his head. “I think she was looking for some lady loving”.

“You should text her.” Peter suggested. “Tell her she did a good job cheering.”

“I’m not the compliment type.” MJ said as she entered your number into her phone.

“Dude, she likes you.” Peter insisted. “You have to show some interest.”

“You guys are ridiculous.” MJ shrugged. “She’s not gay. She’s basically a celebrity at this school. We would know if she was gay.”

“Not necessarily.” Peter said. “Maybe she’s scared to come out. And she’s never had a boyfriend.”

“That we know of.” MJ pointed out.

“Just text her.” Peter whined. “Do it for me and Ned, who would kill to have her interested in us.”

“I’m not gonna text her. She’s not into me and she’s definitely not gay.” MJ decided.

The next Monday at school, MJ was reading in the cafeteria when she saw two perfectly polished pink fingernails tilt her book down. She looked up and saw you staring at her with a smile.

“You didn’t text me.” You said pointedly.

“Yeah. I’m not really into texting.” MJ admitted as she closed her book.

“Do you prefer phone calls?” You asked.

“I’m old fashioned.” MJ shrugged. “I prefer long hand written letters. It’s more sentimental that way.”

“Y/n! Over here.” One of the jocks called from your usual table. You looked back at MJ and frowned, not wanting to leave her so soon.

“I have to go.” You sighed. “But you should reconsider. Texting me, I mean.”

“I still don’t know why.” MJ said as you walked away.

“Text me to find out.” You called back with a smile.

The next day, Peter was walking past a janitors closet when he was yanked inside. You held a hand over his mouth so he wouldn’t scream and motioned for him to relax.

“Peter, I need you.” You said desperately.

“I mean, I’ve dreamt of this exact situation happening, but I have an algebra test.” He sighed. “We cannot have sex in this janitors closet right now.”

“What? I didn’t pull you in here for sex.” You whispered harshly. “I pulled you in here because you’re MJs friends and I need advice.”

“Oh. I misread the situation.”

He cleared his throat. “That’s on me. What’s wrong?”

“Is she gay?” You asked. “Or is she just an ally. I need to know for confidential reasons.”

“Oh. She is gay.” Peter confirmed, making you smile. “Why do you want to know?”

“I already told you it’s confidential.” You waved your hand. “Is she dating anyone?”

“No.” Peter told you. “Why?”

“Use your big boy brain and figure out why.” You rolled your eyes. “Thanks for the help. Bye!”

You dashed out of the closet, leaving Peter with several questions, but several answers.

Just when MJ thought she had seen the last of you, you came up to her a few days later. She was sitting in detention for the hell of it when you walked by. You backtracked when you saw her and went into the room to take a seat beside her.

“What are you doing?” You whispered so the teacher wouldn’t notice you.

“Just some sketching.”

“Can I see?” You asked, and she felt her face flush.

“I guess.” MJ shyly passed her sketch book to you and watched your face light up. You flipped through the pages of her drawings and gasped slightly with each one.

“Wow. I know all these people.” You whispered excitedly. “These are really good.”

MJ smiled it response, but noticed the way your face saddened when you got to the end.

“What?” She wondered.

“You don’t have any of me.” You laughed sadly as you passed her book back.

“Oh, um...” MJ gulped.

“Y/n, are you supposed to be in here?” The teacher asked when he noticed you.

“No. Sorry sir.” You grabbed your bag and stood up. “I’ll see you around, MJ.”

MJ watched you curiously as you left, wondering what you could possibly want from her. She couldn’t understand why the most popular girl in school was so interested in someone who purposefully made themselves out to be an outcast. She shook her head and went back to her sketch, but the thought of you never left his mind.

The following week, MJ found a letter from you in her mailbox. It had a stamp and everything, including hearts over the “i” in her name. She stuck it in her backpack and marched to school, soon finding you in the library.

“You wrote me a letter.” MJ said as she slammed the letter down in front of you.

“You said that’s what you prefer.” You said innocently. “Did you smell it? I sprayed it with my perfume. I looked it up and that’s what they used to do in the old days.”

“Why did you mail it to me?” She folded her arms. “You could’ve put it in my locker.”

“You said you liked old fashioned.” You said a little sadly. “I’m sorry if you didn’t like it. I was just trying to make a grand gesture.”

“Why are you doing this? What’s your angle here?” She asked you as she took a seat across from you. You looked down at your lap and began to nervously pick at your pink nail polish.

“I knew your name already.” You said quietly. “When I asked you at the game, I already knew it. And I know you like reading and politics and history. I just don’t know why you won’t text me.”

“Why do you want me to text you so badly?” She asked in exasperation. You looked up at her and blinked a few times before looking away.

“Because you can overhear a conversation but you can’t overhear a text.” You said, trying to hint at what you were trying to say.

“What don’t you want people overhearing?”

“Did you read the letter?” You flipped the envelope over to see that it had never been opened.

“No, I came straight to you. What did you...” MJ shook her head and decided to just see for herself. She tore the pink envelope open and took out a piece of personalized stationery. It didn’t take her long to realize the point of the letter, and suddenly, everything made sense.

“You... you’re asking me out on a date?” She looked up at you in disbelief.

“Only if you want to.” You said quickly as you searched her face for an answer.

“Are you...” MJ’s eyebrows knit together as Peter and Ned’s predictions came true.

“Yes.” You nodded. “But no one knows.”

“So why are you telling me?” She wondered. “I’m a stranger.”

“Because I saw the lesbian flag pin on your backpack. And I think you’re really pretty. And I want to take you on a date.” You smiled shyly.

“I do have some of you.” MJ blurted.

“What?”

“Drawings, I mean.” She cleared her throat. “You said I didn’t have any of you in my sketch book. I do have drawings of you, but I hung them up in my room.”

“Why?”

“I think they’re my best work.” She smiled sheepishly. You smiled back and sat back in your chair, pleased with how the conversation had gone.

“And I think you’re really pretty too.” MJ said quickly, making you laugh.

“I’m going to ask you to see my game this Friday.” You said. “And you can read and hate it the whole time, but you are going to come. And afterwards, I’m gonna take you out for ice cream. Is that okay?”

“That’s okay.” MJ nodded eagerly. You smiled at her and picked up your bag, making sure to squeeze her hand as you stood up.

“Then I’ll see Friday.” You winked at her before walking away.

After your game on Friday, you sat outside an ice cream shop with MJ. You can a vanilla ice cream cone with rainbow sprinkles, and she had a cup of chocolate ice cream with chocolate sprinkles. You giggled like a child when you got your ice creams, insisted that they were a perfect representation of your personalities. To MJ’s surprise, you hit it off despite your very different personalities. The date went as well as either of you could have hoped, both of you laughing and cuddling by the end of it.

“Hold on.” MJ put her spoon down and looked at you. “You got a little on your lip.”

“Did I get it?” You asked as you rubbed your mouth.

“No. It’s on the other side.” She pointed with her finger.

“Is it gone?” You tried again and wiped the other side of your mouth, but the ice cream was still there.

“No. It’s...”

MJ put her hands on your face and brought you closer before kissing you on the lips. She could taste the vanilla ice cream and smiled against your lips. When she pulled away, you touched your lips and smiled.

“Did you get it?” You giggled.

“I got it.” She nodded before leaning in for another kiss.

A month later, MJ was attending your cheer practices regularly. You saw her in the bleachers from the top of the pyramid and blew her a kiss.

“Ready? Okay!” You clapped your hands. “Let’s go tigers! The mighty, mighty tigers. Let’s go tigers! Woo!”

Once practice ended, you ran towards MJ and threw your arms around her.

“You did great out there.” She congratulated you as she spun you around. “I bet people come to the games just to see you.”

“Well I am sparkly and fun to look at.” You laughed. “Guess what?”

“What?” MJ asked as she held you by the waist.

“I told the girls about us.” You grinned. “They’re all super supportive. And then Gwen came out as bi and Alyson came out as asexual and we all hugged. Yay!”

“That’s amazing. I’m so proud of you.” MJ smiled before kissing you passionately.

“Thank you.” You beamed and kissed her face on both sides. “Thanks for giving me the courage to do it.”

“GET IT GIRL.” Gwen called from behind you.

“Woo! There we go!” The other cheerleaders joined in and cheered you on. You giggled in excitement and hugged MJ tightly, feeling the love all around you.

“Sorry. I know you don’t like attention. They’re just excited for me.�� You laughed as you looked back at your team.

“Don’t be sorry.” She shook her head. “I’m happy when you’re happy.”

“If it’s okay with you, I want to start telling more people.” You told her. “I want to hold my girlfriends hand in the hallway like everyone else. And when my games end, I want to run off and kiss my girlfriend like the football players get to do. I’m tired of hiding.”

“Okay.” She smiled proudly. “So we’ll tell people.”

“Really?” You asked hopefully.

“Really.” She confirmed. “I’m tired of hiding too.”

“Ah! Yay.” You bounced up and down in excitement. “And if anyone’s homophobic to us, I can beat them with my twirling baton.”

“I would honestly love to see that.” She laughed before kissing you again. She pulled you into a tight hug afterwards, no longer feeling like she was on the outside.

A month later, you and MJ were out to the school and were proudly sitting together at lunch. Now that your two world had combined, Peter and Ned sat at your table between a couple of jocks and cheerleaders.

“Hi Y/n. I like your scarf.” Peter nodded towards MJ as he sat down. MJ’s arms were wrapped around you as her head rested on your shoulder. You had your pom poms resting on a couple of her books, a perfect representation of your relationship.

“Thank you. I like her too.” You chuckled and patted her hand.

“Shut up.” She pouted. “You losers sat with us so you have to deal with the PDA.”

“I just never knew you were this clingy.” Ned snickered.

“Oh my God. She’s so clingy.” You laughed and looked at her. “When we hang out, she wraps her entire body around me. She’s like my little baby sloth.”

“I’m not clingy.” She whined in your ear. “I just like to cuddle.”

“I never thought I’d hear those words out of your mouth. What have you done to her, Y/n?” Peter pretended to gasp.

“I put a little pep in her step.” You clapped your hands. “I put some pride in her stride. I put that-“

“Enough. No more cheers.” She shut you up by kissing you.

“This is what happens when you date the cheer captain. You have to deal with my aggressive positivity.” You said once she pulled away.

“It’s a nuisance I’ll willing to put up with.” She smiled as she put her head back down on your shoulder. “You don’t think I’m too clingy though, right?”

“I think you’re the perfect amount.” You told her before kissing her forehead.

“I will never understand how you two got together.” Peter shook his head. “You’re total opposites.”

“Opposites attract.” You insisted. “You should know that, Mr. Biology.”

“Oooo. Mr. Biology. She got you there.” Ned nudged him.

“Y/n! Come over here!” A cheerleader called from the other side of the room. “We need to go over the stunts we just learned.”

“Duty calls.” You sighed and grabbed your pom poms. “I’ll see you later, alligator.”

“Bye, princess.” MJ kissed you sweetly before you left. Once you were gone, Peter and Ned exchanged a knowing look. MJ had never been this happen, and it was evident on her face.

“So.” Peter smirked at MJ. “What were you saying about her not being gay?”

#mj x reader #mj x y/n #mj fluff #mj fanfiction #mj x you #mj x popular!reader #peter parker x reader #mj jones #zendaya x reader

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captains-simp · 2 years

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im on my PMS right and i really something angst + fluff w yelena or carol. you can break my heart (make me cry pls) and then make my teeth hurt from all the fluffiness, pls? (ps 1: you’re my favorite writter and i wish someday you starts writing things from my top 1 fandom | ps 2: sorry my english, this isnt my mother language)

Warnings: past toxic relationship, declining mental health, body insecurity, implied cheating (if you squint) and neglection

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Buy me a coffee? ☕️

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“I love hot sauce.” Yelena stated as she poured the liquid onto her plate in excess. You watched her silently with a smile and wondered if you should tell her there was a spare bottle in the back of the cupboard you bought just the other day. “You want some?” She offered as she licked some off her thumb.

“I’m good, thanks.” You passed.

“More for me.” She shrugged as she finished the bottle.

“There’s a spare under the stairs.” You stated and watched as her eyes lit up.

“I love you so much.” She said as she gave you a swift kiss to the cheek before sprinting over to the cupboard.

“I love you too.” You whispered as you continued to watch your girlfriend in awe, still questioning how you could be so lucky as to have her in your life.

“You forgot to buy the fucking detergent again.” Carol yelled at you from the kitchen. You instantly winced and slowly got up from your nest of blankets on your bed to trudge down the hall to your girlfriend.

“I’m sorry.” You said plainly, knowing that trying to explain your forgetfulness would only make things worse.

“You said that last time.” The blonde snapped as she slammed a cupboard door shut. It jerked as one of the hinges snapped off the door, leaving it hanging sideways. Carol cursed more and you decided to keep your distance.

“I was just tired.” You said honestly.

“You’re always tired.” It was meant as a side snark but there was an overwhelming truth to the blonde’s words. You were always tired and the only time she seemed to notice was when you messed up. In those increasingly common moments she was far from sympathetic, exasperating your declining health.

“Do you want me to go get some now?” You asked because you honestly had no idea what she ever wanted anymore.

“Well sitting around watching TV isn’t going to clean my clothes.” You gulped thickly and silently grabbed your coat, wallet and keys, not knowing if she would still be there when you got back.

“You sure you don’t want dessert?” Yelena asked curiously as she noticed you eyeing her chocolate ice cream. There had to be at least 5 scoops, all of which drizzled in different coloured sauces and sprinkles as well as the occasional chocolate flake. It looked tempting to say the least.

“I’m okay.” You answered and took another sip of your milkshake.

“But I’m paying. You can have whatever you want.” Yelena insisted. It was endearing how far off her assumption was. “Oh! I understand it now.” She declared. You braised yourself for what she was about to say next, not wanting to discuss the insecurities flying around your head in such an open setting. “You are thinking about money.” She stated. You couldn’t quite help the grin that tugged at your lips. “You know my latest job gave me a pretty hefty pay cheque, y/n.” Yelena said proudly. “Many digits.”

When you didn’t say anything in confirmation of Yelena’s assumptions, too busy thinking about how she was the best thing to ever happen to you, she pushed her ice cream glass into the middle of the table and handed you an extra spoon from the nearest waitress. “Now I pay no extra.” She said simply. You smiled adoringly at your girlfriend and took a large spoonful of the cold dessert, knowing that you would tell her that evening about how you had been counting the calories in your head.

“You’re really gonna eat all that?” Carol mused, the judgement thick in her voice. You tensed up in her arms, feeling her expecting gaze on yours. You put the spoon back in the small tub of ice cream and placed it back on the table before cuddling closer into Carol’s side in an attempt to replace the hurt with warmth.

“I was done.” You lied as you plastered a fake smile and looked up at Carol. She smiled down at you and rubbed your arm soothingly. She kissed your forehead gently and tenderly ran her fingers through your hair.

“That stuff’s not good for you anyway.” Carol said condescendingly. It was just a treat, you thought. “Maybe you should go on the diet I’m on.” She suggested as she turned back to the TV. There was no possible need for you to go on a superhero diet but you swallowed down your objections and put your fake smile back on.

“That sounds great.”

You nervously tapped at the kitchen counter as you checked your phone for the tenth time that minute. You gave a shaky breath and turned on the TV from the kitchen island with a shaky hand and tried to distract yourself with whatever reality show was on. Still, your eyes kept flickering towards your phone.

When your phone screen lit up with a picture of your girlfriend, you picked up the call immediately. “Baby! I miss you so much, I’ll be home in less than an hour.” She called down the phone before you managed to get a word in. Relief flooded through you.

“I miss you too.” You sighed and felt the muscles in your shoulders relax. “Are you okay?”

“Not a scratch on me.” She said simply and you gave a shaky laugh. “You don’t need to worry about me, dekta. I always make sure I come home to you.” She assured.

“Thank you.” You breathed out.

“No problem.” She answered cheerfully. A moment of comfortable silence settled over you both before she spoke again. “Wanna stay on call as I drive home?”

Carol was meant to be home two days ago. It wasn’t rare for her missions to over run, except that Natasha had told you two days ago that Carol’s mission was completed and she was back on Earth. That had happened before - too many times to count. You had stopped asking the captain about it after the first couple times. It only started fights that were hard to forget and words being thrown that Carol never took back. They took too much out of you and you never got any answers in exchange.

You looked up in alarm when she finally stumbled through the doorway. You had stayed up for her just like you did the couple nights prior, dark circles under your eyes growing more prominent. She didn’t seem to notice you as she tripped into the kitchen and poured herself another drink. You didn’t try to stop her, afraid of her short temper when she was drunk.

“Why are you up?” She asked with a blank face when she noticed you.

“I was waiting for you.” You answered simply.

“Oh.“ She said. “Okay.” Carol turned and made her way towards your bedroom where she fell down in the centre of the bed, stretching her arms out wide to take up all of the bed. You followed behind at a safe distance and watched as she fell asleep within a few seconds.

You got her favourite blanket out from the dryer and placed it gently over her and wished her goodnight quietly as you closed the door, getting ready to make up a bed on the couch.

“Have you seen my keys?” Yelena asked as she patted down her pockets and glanced around your apartment.

“Inside, middle left pocket.” You answered without looking up from your laptop screen.

“Ah.” She grabbed her keys from her pocket and kissed your forehead in appreciation. “What would I do without you?”

“Lose your head probably.” You teased making Yelena shoot you a faux dirty look. “You know it’s true.” You grinned as you leaned your head back on the couch to see her better.

“Yeah yeah.” She waved you off. “I have to go.” She pouted and you did the same, wishing she didn’t have to.

“I’ll miss you.” You said as you held your hand out for her. Your girlfriend took it and gave it a tight squeeze.

“I’ll miss you more.” She assured, even if you didn’t believe it. She noticed your look of longing and sat down beside you.

“Are you okay? I can call in sick if you want me to stay.” She said and you chuckled, brushing her cheek with your thumb.

“That’s okay, Lena. I have deadlines to be getting on with anyway.” You said truthfully as you glared at your screen.

“Goodluck with it.” You hummed and kissed her gently, something she happily endorsed.

“Goodluck with your mission.” Your girlfriend smiled into the kiss and rested her forehead against yours.

“I’ll be back.” She promised. “I’ll always come back to you.”

#ex carol danvers #carol danvers #captain marvel #brie larson #captain marvel x reader #carol danvers x reader #captain marvel imagines #carol danvers imagines #marvel #yelena belova oneshot #yelena belova imagines #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova

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venusiangguk · 3 years

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gold rush pt. 3 | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader

>>genre: pwp, v little plot, smut, kinda fluffy, college au (kinda), established relationship

>>word count: 9.9k um?

>>warnings: pegging!!!, butt stuff!!!, sexy anal!!!, sub jk, soft dom oc, crying why do i always make everyone cry, fingering (m), strap on, dildos, vibrators, sex toys, sex shop adventures, explicit sex, like so explicit this bitch is basically 10k, mutual masturbation, coming untouched, kisses, aftercare in the form of snacks, titty squeezing, dirty talk, excessive use of pet names, yoongi exists

>>notes: i wasn’t gonna write this bc ur girl does not know the first thing about pegging, but jk sucking the strap came to me in a dream and i had to do it. it was highly requested so i hope u like it! i wrote and poorly edited this whole thing today so im sorry for any mistakes !!

>>summary: jk wants the strap, and jk gets what he wants !!

pt.1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

The sun is shining, and there’s just the perfect amount of breeze to cool Jeongguk as sweat runs down his temple. The soccer pitch just got cut, making the ball much easier to control, and therefore much easier to aim at Jimin’s ass. It’s cool-down time, so the team is in groups of three, idly kicking the ball between each other, for the last few minutes of practice. All in all, a great day to talk about getting pegged with his best friends.

Jeongguk glances around the field, making sure the other groups are far enough away from him and his friends before clearing his throat. “So… do you guys like… get pegged?”

When Taehyung passes the ball to Jimin, Jimin completely misses it due to the fact that he is looking at Jeongguk like he is the most pitiful human on the planet. Jeongguk adjusts his shin guard to avoid the scrutiny.

“Gguk… honey… are you dumb?”

Taehyung’s jogging back after retrieving the ball that ran astray. “No, Mini. He’s straight.” He kicks the ball to Jeongguk. “If by ‘pegged’ you mean fucked in the ass by a real dick, then yeah. We do.”

Jeongguk receives the ball with a ‘rainbow’ and juggles it from his thigh to his laces, balancing the ball for a second before kicking it to Jimin. He nods, contemplative. “Nice.”

“Okay ace.” He passes to Taehyung, before throwing Jeongguk a teasing look. “You thinking about taking it up the ass, Gukkie?”

“Perhaps I’m contemplating.” He sniffs nose in the air.

Taehyung laughs. “Got your button milked once and now you wanna take a phallic shaped object? Proud of you.” He places his hand over his heart, like the mere thought of Jeongguk getting railed makes his heart warm.

A whistle blows, and Jeongguk kicks the ball up to his arm, tucking it into the curve of his trim waist. “Why does everyone call it a button? And it hasn’t only been once.” He sounds exasperated and so so tired.

His friends jog to bump shoulders with him as they make their way to the locker rooms. “Hey, jokes aside, I think it’s cool you’re like comfortable enough, or whatever, with __ to explore the things you like.” Taehyung says.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes. “Okay Dad.”

“No seriously!” Jimin insists, holding the locker room door open for them. Fuck the rest of the team. “She seems good for you. Babys you like you need.” Jimin laughs.

Jeongguk’s shirt gets caught on his head as he squawks. “I don’t just like being babied, fuck you.”

“Okay so she also entertains your sadistic side. She’s the full package.”

Jeongguk looks down with a blush. He shrugs his shoulders lightly before bending over to get out of his gear. “She’s pretty cool I guess.”

Taehyung knees him while he’s still bent over making him stumble a bit. “Awe, Jeonggukkie is in love.”

“Shut up.” Jeongguk smacks him in the face with his smelly sock.

“When you gonna do it?” Jimin asks, buttoning his new pants.

Apparently they aren’t showering today. Jeongguk will just have to stop at his dorm before heading to yours to help you study. That reminds him that you have a test on Friday, but are free this weekend. He just so happens to be free as well. The team they were supposed to play had to forfeit because their coach got caught sleeping with one of the cheerleaders. Sucks, but good for Jeongguk and his little asshole.

“Maybe this weekend.” With their backpacks on, they start the trek back to the dorms. It’s nearing night now, the sun just starting to set in the sky. Jeongguk pulls out his phone to tell you he’s stopping by his place before heading to you. You reply quickly.

baby🥺💘😏🧠🙄👊🏻:

okie

wanna have sex instead of helping me study

me:

yeah but im not gonna

just think about how good the sex will be when u get an a

baby🥺💘😏🧠🙄👊🏻:

🙄

When Jeongguk pockets his phone, Taehyung speaks up.

“You think she’ll be down?”

Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate. “Yeah, probably.”

Ever since the first time you made him cum untouched, butt stuff has been a moderately regular occurrence for you both as a long-term, healthy, pro-ass eating couple. Honestly it was mostly him getting his butt played with, but he supposed it made sense. Like Jimin explained to his once naïve self, it was just biological- or something. Whatever. He wonders if three fingers will be enough to fit a fake dick in his ass. He asks his friends.

“Eh…” Jimin starts, looking up like he’s thinking. “Maybe, but you might wanna try to get to four, maybe five if you're using hers, since she’s tiny.”

Jeongguk’s mouth falls open and he pales. Taehyung notices and laughs.

“Don’t get scared. It’s just better to over-prep than under-prep. And like obviously you work up to it, she’s not just gonna shove her fist or her cock up your ass.”

Her cock. A little tingle settles in Jeongguk’s lower belly at the statement. He’s been thinking about this for a while, looking at porn in his free time. Seeing the way the guys moan on their girls’ strap always gets him hard. Seeing how hard their cocks get when the toy hits them just right. He throbs when he sees the guys cum just from the strap, no hands. Maybe he should fuck you when he gets to your dorm instead of helping you study. His cock is feeling a little plump.

“Alright well… Bye, thanks for being gay and answering my anal questions!”

As he’s pressing the button to his elevator, they lived on opposite sides of the athlete dorm and there were different elevators for each of the wings, Jimin chirps, “Don’t forget to empty your asshole really well, and don’t eat the day of! Also buy extra lube and put a spare blanket down!”

Jeongguk winces. Valuable information indeed, information he mentally pockets, but did he need to yell it in the dorm common room?

“Noted!” He yells back at the elevator dings and opens up. Jeongguk pretends like he doesn’t meet the curious, kind of confused gaze of one of his teammates. He must have walked in while Jimin was yelling and only caught the end of the conversation while waiting for the same elevator. Jeongguk gets in and immediately closes the doors. He can catch the next lift.

~~~

Jeongguk’s got his head in your lap and you’re running your fingers through his long, silky hair. He showered today, so waves of his aromatherapy lavender shampoo are wafting up to you. Sweet boy. He seems sidetracked, occasionally sighing and subtly twisting, but is still more or less purring on your thigh, feet tucked up onto the cushion of the couch. Netflix is on the small tv that was left by the last person who lived there, you’re mac book connected via HDMI. You’re not really paying attention. Mind kind of tired from all the studying you had done this week. Jeongguk fidgets a tiny bit again, wiggling like he’s trying to get comfortable. He huffs a sigh.

“Hey,” You say softly, getting his attention.

His body curves at the waist, causing his t-shirt to bunch up and show off the dip of his hip bone. He looks up at you with wide eyes. He seems surprisingly awake. Must have some busy little bees buzzing around his mind. He makes a little questioning noise.

“You okay? You’re kinda fussy.” You murmur.

He groans. “I- am just thinking.”

“About?” You drag the word out in a singsong-y manner.

The way Jeongguk’s face flushes is so pretty, you have to stop yourself from cooing.

He moves himself from your lap and sits facing you. He looks like he's thinking about what to say, or how to say what he’s thinking so hard about.

Eloquently he states, “I’m horny.”

You glance at his cock. Not quite hard, but a little happy and excited. You chuckle, leaning towards him, giving him a playfully sexy look. “Okay, let’s fuck baby.”

Jeongguk blushes even more, cheeks tinted red, while he leans away from you.

You pout. “What?”

Again he pauses, a small pout on his lips. He seems to be in a soft, needy, difficult mood. You’re probably going to have to pry what he wants to say out of his mouth.

With another uncalled for exasperated huff, Jeongguk rolls his eyes and moves closer to you before catching you by surprise and swinging a leg over your lap. He’s facing you while he straddles your thighs. His arms are looped around your neck, he’s playing with a little bit of your hair, twirling the long length around his fingers. You smile up at him, gently. Your palms squeeze at his narrow hips encouragingly.

“I want to try something new…” He says. He sounds nervous and looks at you the same.

“Mhmm.” You say, fighting a smile.

“Really bad. Like I want it really bad.” His hips roll, probably unconsciously from the way he closes his eyes to ground himself.

You peek at his lap, and his cock is bulging, the fabric of his sweatpants doing nothing to help hide it. You bring your hand to it, and massage him through his pants.

He whines and pushes against your palm before a hand comes down and grabs your wrist, stopping the movement. “Quit it, I’m trying to talk.” He’s so petulant and whiny.

You move your hand away and place it back on his hip, giggling a little. “Well spit it out, then.”

He scowls. You reach up and smooth the wrinkle in his brow before trailing it down and cupping his cheek. He softens immediately, melts like butter in your hands. His eyes close and he lets out a soft sigh, body relaxing a little.

He’s whispering, kinda giggling out of embarrassment, when he says, “I want you to fuck me.” He pauses, peeking at you through his lashes. “Like for real.”

Almost instantly a little spark ignites in your belly, and you feel your pussy get that telltale heartbeat. You didn’t want to push Jeongguk into anything, but you’ve been thinking about taking the ‘next step’ with your… ass-plorations for some time. But you figured he would get to the same point on his own, and would come to you when he was ready. Turns out you know him as well as you thought you did.

“Yeah?” You rub your free hand up his side.

He nods quickly, eagerly. You pinch his cheek lightly, and he retaliates by trying to bite at it. To avoid the attack it finds his way back to his waist.

“When did you want to? Tonight?”

He wiggles impossibly closer to you. Kisses you quick before nodding again. “Yeah. I um. I already like prepped… mostly. I prepped what I could by myself.” He pauses with a cute thinking face. “You will probably have to help me a little. But yeah. I got ready for you just in case.” He nods.

You hum, glancing at the old clock on the wall, another gift from the prior tenant. 11:52 pm.

“If we hurry, we can make it to a sex shop? They don’t usually close until 2 or 3 in the morning.” You suggest.

Jeongguk bites his lip, smiling excitedly. “Really? Can we?”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Yeah, duh.” You lean up and give him a speedy, but thorough kiss, smiling into it. “Been wanting to peg you for so long.”

His face scrunches endearingly. “Don’t call it that.”

He hops off your lap, and goes to grab the keys, wasting no time. He stands by the door expectantly. His cock is, extremely obviously, sticking out. Someone didn’t wear his briefs today.

“Can you like… kill that?” You’re laughing as you tug on some sweats of your own, having only been lounging in your panties and one of his shirts. Your usual at home attire.

He looks down, and has a smug grin on his face when he looks at you again. “It’ll go down in the car. Hurry up!”

~~~

A dildo looks so much bigger when one is looking at it knowing that it will be inside of them within the next few hours. And there are so many options and colors. Some vibrate, some have fake pubic hair on them. Some have balls that are squishy and feel eerily… accurate.

Jeongguk isn’t having second thoughts, no. But he is having thoughts. Very overwhelming thoughts.

You’re next to your boyfriend, glancing between him and the varying selection of fake cocks displayed in front of you both, trying to gauge his reaction. He looks a little pale, but tentatively excited. Curious at the very least.

“Which one do you want?” You ask.

“No idea.” He responds, eyes wide.

Like most store clerks, one shows up, almost like they have a built in ‘customer needs help and has no idea which dildo to get to peg her super hot boyfriend’ radar.

“You guys need help?” He is a small man, with a monotone voice. He looks like he would rather be anywhere else at 12:30am on a Saturday night.

“NO!” Jeongguk says quickly and loudly. Very loudly.

Both you and the store clerk flinch, looking at him shocked.

Jeongguk shifts on his feet. “No.” He says in a more socially acceptable tone. “No- I’m sorry. But we’re uh-” He grabs your arm and pulls you closer. “We’re good, thanks.”

The clerk looks between you and Jeongguk and the dildos. “Um… Alright.” He starts to walk away before he turns back around. “Well if you change your mind, I’m Yoongi and I’ll be at the counter. If your toy is electric I’ll test it in the back before you leave… We uh- provide batteries with your purchase if needed…” With one last glance, a very judgmental one in Jeongguk’s opinion, Yoongi takes his place at said counter. His eyes flicker to you guys every once in a while.

“Baby,” You grab Jeongguk’s face between your palms and make him look at you. You squeeze and his lips poke out making him look like a guppy. He blinks. “I know you’re nervous, but it’s going to be okay.”

He rolls his eyes, guppy face and all. “Well obviously. I just- We don’t need help.” He wiggles out of your grip, much like a… guppy.

You grin, trying not to laugh, and just be the supportive girlfriend you are. “Okay, did you decide which one you want?”

A side glance. “Not yet…”

You walk up and go to grab a pink sparkly one.

“Uh, not that one.”

You quirk an eyebrow and move your hand to a larger one.

“No.”

You play a little game of dildo hot or cold until you have a better idea of what Jeongguk wants. His preference seems to be skin tone, close to his own, with a more realistic feel. Normal balls though, not squishy. Also no faux hair. You thank him for that. If you actually had a penis it would surely be waxed. Bless Jeongguk for doing the same. As for size, he leaned more towards a very normal, moderate size. Maybe 5 or 6 inches at most, not too thick. Smaller than himself. One last option.

“Do you want it to vibrate?” You ask, holding one in your hand testing the numerous different settings.

He shakes his head, answering quick. “No.”

He pauses.

“Wait.” He thinks. “Maybe. Should we? You could use it too?”

Sweet, kind, considerate angel. Always thinking about you and your pleasure. Couples who share the strap last the longest.

You shrug, pointing out, “I could use one that doesn’t vibrate too.”

He looks offended and sounds snotty. “Uh, you don’t need to.”

“Whatever. Why don’t we get both?”

You had a point. He pretends to ponder it, before nodding, already persuaded. “Okay.”

“We need the harness now.”

You begin the harness hunt, walking through the store, coming across many a things, but for some reason you both keep missing them. They’re nowhere to be found.

“Maybe they’re sold out?” He tries.

“Doubt it. Let’s go ask.” You grab him by his pinky and try to drag him to the counter. He resists.

“Let’s not.”

“Koo.” You say giving him a look.

He whines, throwing his head back. Borderline throwing a fit. You hold your ground, smiling.

He’s easy to give in. Being a brat just on principle. “Fine but you’re talking.”

You stand on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek. “Of course, baby.” With his pinky in hand, you make your way to the counter.

The store clerk, Yoongi, if you remember correctly, is sitting behind the counter hunched over smiling at his phone. He doesn’t seem to notice you’re there.

You clear your throat gently, “Excuse me?”

Yoongi jumps, almost throwing his phone. “Fuck!” He exclaims. His fists come up ready to fight before he sees it’s you and Jeongguk. He then places his hand over his heart. “Shit, you scared me.” He chuckles, recovering quickly. “How can I help you?”

You stare at him for a moment longer before speaking up. “Um yeah, I was just wondering where your harnesses are?”

He leans on the counter, head in his hand looking kinda bored. “Hanresses? What kind? Hanging harness? Body harness?”

You glance at Jeongguk and he looks like he’s going to die.

“The um- strap on harnesses?” Your voice goes to a whisper when you say it, despite it just being you guys in the store.

Yoongi sits up, and looks at you, and then looks at Jeongguk. A look of understanding comes over his face along with an amused smile. He nods to himself, while getting up to help you. “Nice. Follow me.”

Jeongguk gapes at the ‘nice’ and looks at you in disbelief. You pat his butt telling him to get going.

With some help from Yoongi you pick out a harness that looks supportive and comfortable, the ring that holds the dildo, compatible with both the ones that you plan on getting. It’s a simple adjustable black one. Yoongi recommended wearing something under it if the straps dig into you and irritate. He seems bored, but he’s actually very good at his job, and very knowledgeable.

Finally you’re at the counter. You place all the items in Yoongi’s reach and he’s just about to tell you the total when Jeongguk perks up.

“Wait!” He says before scurrying off.

It’s quiet for a split second. Before the clerk speaks up.

“He’s cute.”

You smile, “Thanks, he’s mine.”

Yoongi laughs, small little fish teeth and gums on display. Must be a Pisces. You know Pisces teeth. “Does he have any cute friends?”

You nod. “Yeah, but they are dating.”

He shrugs. “Don’t care.”

“Uh… I can give you their Instagrams?”

He pulls out his phone, and follows them right there after a quick glance at their pages. Confidence is nice.

There’s a short lull in the conversation. And Jeongguk seems to be taking his sweet time getting something you guys must have forgotten. Or the poor things lost. It’s a big store. You speak up this time.

“Do you have like a manager I could leave a review for? You were really helpful, and seemed like you really knew what you were talking about.”

He shakes his head. “Nah, I own the place. You think I would be here on a Saturday night if it wasn’t obligatory? Thanks, though.”

“Oh.” You say. That was pretty impressive. The store was quite successful based on the reviews. You would make sure to let Jimin and Taehyung know Yoongi was a business man.

“Okay, I’m back.” Jeongguk announces. “Sorry I forgot where it was.”

He places 2 (two) large bottles of lube on the counter. You cough out a laugh.

“Baby, we have lube at home.”

“But do we have enough?”

“I think maybe one more would be more than enough.”

He ignores you, looking Yoongi in the eyes for the first time tonight. “Add both please.”

Yoongi nods, looking a little scared of Jeongguk’s seriousness, and does as he’s ordered.

After Jeongguk pays, and you both are making your way to the exit, Yoongi calls out, “Good luck, tell your friends to follow me back!”

“Uh- Okay?” Jeongguk yells back. When you’re in the parking lot, he asks, “What the heck was that about?”

You shake your head, laughing to yourself. “Don’t worry about it.”

~~~

As soon as you get back to your dorm, the atmosphere is thick, full of tension and nervous anticipation. Jeongguk’s fidgety, eager to get started. You’re not far off, but contain yourself a little more. Need to keep control of the situation in case Jeongguk gets deep into his mood.

You guys are in the bathroom now, each one washing a toy before you use it. You make sure to unwrap the harness and the lube as well, both at Jeongguk’s insistent request, ensuring you don’t have to stop and deal with it later.

“Let’s just get undressed in here, it’s where my hamper is.” You say already tugging your shirt over your head, tits bouncing freely. Jeongguk went without briefs today, and you went without a bra.

Jeongguk quietly follows suit, and you don’t miss the way his hands are trembling a little in anticipation. When you’re both naked he kisses you quickly, and jiggles your boobs a little just because they are there and because he can, before saying, “Okay, lets go.” He’s out the bathroom before you can even respond. You laugh to yourself and gather the stuff he forgot in his excitement.

When you walk out with your hands full, you see Jeongguk spreading out a blanket over your comforter.

“Whatcha doin?” You ask curiously, placing the items on the nightstand.

“Gets messy. Wanna save your bedding.” He states.

You squawk, grabbing the blanket he set up on your bed. “Not my baby blanket you monster.”

He laughs, abs tensing. You notice he’s already hanging a little heavy between his thighs. “Sorry. Was the first one I saw.” He walks over to the couch and replaces the blanket that’s hanging over the back with your baby blanket and resets up. “Better?” he asks, extended his arm towards your bed to show off his work.

You nod, and take the few steps needed to close the space between you both. Your hand runs down his belly, and you feel his muscles jump, and you see little goosebumps sprout all over. His hands come up to cup your tits. You kiss softly where his heart is. You look up at him.

“I love you.” You smile.

He blushes. “Love you.” He whispers, before he leans down and slots your lips together.

It’s eager from the start. Your bodies press together, as your hands roam. When he takes a breath and surges back in, your teeth click together is his haste, before his tongue slips into your mouth. He groans into you, his hand going down to cup your ass, squeezing and pulling you impossibly closer.

You feel his cock against your belly, almost fully hard already. You reach down to wrap a hand around him, wanting to help him get there before you get started. He hisses, thrusting forward instinctively before pulling away. He looks like he hates that he does.

“No- I,” He’s already short of breath, chest rising and falling a little bit faster than normal. “I wanna watch you cum. With the toy.” He reaches around you, grabbing the vibrating dildo. “Please?” He asks. His eyes are fervent.

You take the toy in your hand, and kiss him again softly. “Yeah, baby. Whatever you. It’s all about you tonight.”

He shakes his head. “Always about you too.”

Your heart beats, happy in your chest. You thought about it earlier in the night, but Jeongguk really was the best lover. He always, always made sure you were taken care of, before, during, and after sex. He was so vocal and communicative, genuinely wanting you to know it was always about both of you, even if one was receiving more attention. He was caring like that in and out of the bedroom. You were so lucky to be his.

“You’re too good to me,” You laugh, climbing onto the bed. You settle back against your pillows, propping some behind you so you can see him, and watch him while you get off. He takes his place in front of you, looking at you expectantly.

He’s impatient, placing his hands on your knees, spreading you open so he can see your cunt. You let him get you into position before saying, “Keep your hands to yourself now, okay?”

He nods, eyes never leaving your pussy. He licks his lips. “Okay.” It’s said in a distracted kind of far away tone.

You hum as you bring the toy to your mouth, getting it wet. You wouldn’t need any lube, you would be dripping in no time. You don’t waste any time putting your free hand down between your legs and spreading your pussy lips, so your clit and the pretty pink center of your cunt are displayed for Jeongguk. You glance at him through your lashes, when you hear a small gasp fall from his lips. He’s already got a hand around himself. Just the tips of his fingers stroking his length, at a leisurely pace.

“She’s so pretty… You’re so pretty.” His eye flick to your face before zeroing in on your center again.

“Tell me how to do it baby. Tell me what you want to see.” You say, voice salacious and soft. You circle your finger slowly around your nub, dipping inside just a bit to spread your slick around.

When he swallows, it’s audible, his Adam's apple jumping. “I want you to turn it on low, and put it on your clit. I want you to feel good.”

You smile, and drag the tip of it down your body to just above your clit, turning it on the lowest setting before making contact with your sensitive nub. Your legs jolt, almost closing when you feel the vibrations. Even the lowest setting was strong. Your head falls back, and your legs spread more for him once you get used to the strength of the toy. “Fuck…” You breathe.

“Does it feel good?” He asks, greedy for your pleasure.

You nod, eyes still closed, focusing. You move the vibrator in small circles over your clit. You can hear Jeongguk’s breaths speed up.

“Turn it up.” His voice gives away that he’s speeded up his hand on his cock too.

You do as he says, looking at him as you do. He’s sin personified. He’s on his knees, sitting back on his feet, so his thighs are flexed and bulging. His abs tense when his palm twists under the crown of his cock. His eyes almost look black, pupils blown so wide, lust taking over his face. He’s got his plump bottom lip drawn between his teeth. He looks up from your pussy and catches you staring. He smiles shyly.

You keep your eyes on him as you bring the toy back down to your core. A short high pitched moan falls from your lips, as your brows knit together, before your eyes roll back. He groans, your expression enough to make his cock start to leak.

“Feels so good, Jeongguk.” You moan. The vibrator is right where it feels best, pulsing against your clit, causing pleasure to bleed into your veins.

“Yeah, baby?” He asks, he’s breathless, sounds like he’s in love. With you, your cunt. “Tell me.”

“‘S just right Koo, could make me cum just like this…”

He curses, and you open your eyes just in time to see him grip the base of his cock, keeping himself in check. “Not yet, baby. Little longer, please.” Still so polite and good for you, even when he’s the one telling you what to do.

He has you keep the vibe there, for a while longer, right in the spot that’s gonna make you lose it. He watches as a tiny clear drop leaks from you pink little pussy. It looks like it’s heavy and about to drip down to the blanket under you. He doesn’t notice your legs shaking until you’re gasping, “Koo, I’m almost- I’m gonna-”

“No!” He says quickly, his hand reaches out to pull the vibrator from your cunt just before you get your high. Your pussy aches and throbs, wanting to cum so bad.

Your chest is heaving when you ask, “Are… are you edging me?”

He shakes his head, even though your eyes are closed, trying to catch your breath. “No, no! I just. I got distracted.” He looks at that small drop of slick again. Fuck, he wants to lick it up and drink you down. “You’re leaking.” He states.

You laugh, breathing getting back to normal. “Yeah?” You reach your hand down to collect the distracting little droplet and bring it in front of you. You press the sticky finger to your thumb and then pull them apart to see the clear strings stay connected even as you pull. You hum, before offering your hand to Jeongguk. He sucks in a breath.

“Want some?”

He’s quick as he crawls between you legs, cock fully hard now. He watches you as he sucks your fingers into his mouth, tongue swirling around getting every last bit, before he sucks off with a pop!

He crawls farther up your body to kiss you deep, wanting you to get a taste of yourself too. He pulls back just a bit, and whispers against your lips, “I want you to fuck yourself with it, okay? Just for a little bit, then you can cum?” He’s phrasing it as a question, knowing he really doesn't have the final say, not tonight. But his voice is shaking from how turned on he is, how could you ever say no?

“Sit back.” Is all you respond. He does as he’s told.

You buzz the toy over your clit again, just because you can. Wanting to see how long Jeongguk can be good before begging. Turns out it’s not long at all.

“Put it in…” He moans. You look at him and his mouth is parted, and his eyes heavy as he watches you. His hand is moving fast over his cock, sticking straight up to his tummy. “Please.”

You drag the toy down to your slit, and tease it there before just barely pushing it in just a fraction of the length. Jeongguk whines, high and desperate. Apparently you’re moving to slow for him.

“More,” He begs.

You sigh, “You’re so needy tonight, baby.” He nods, agreeable.

When the toy sinks inside of you all the way to the hilt, you and Jeongguk both moan a quiet, “Fuck.” simultaneously. You’re coherent enough to laugh a little at the jinx, but he seems to barely notice, too focused on watching the toy sink into you, and then come back out to vibrate your clit again. You keep up this teasing pattern, again waiting to be told what to do by him, waiting to see how long he makes it this time.

“Harder, do it harder,” He’s panting. Moaning every word that leaves his lips.

You do as he says, and finally push the toy in at a pace that gets you climbing to being close again. You won’t be able to come like this though, and he knows that. Knows that you can only cum from penetration with him. He leans over and grabs the other toy from the end table, spitting on it and spreading it around until it's covered well.

“Use them both, want you to cum for me.”

With two toys in your hands, one in your cunt, filling you up, and one on your clit, making your legs shake, you do your best to make yourself cum. But it’s not enough. A soft whine falls from your lips, you’re so close, but you need more. More than you can give yourself.

“Faster baby, faster. You’re so close.” He whispers. He got both hands working now too, one stroking and one down tugging on his balls.

You whimper, “I can’t my arm hurts. It’s tired.”

Immediately he stops pleasing himself and gets right to pleasing you. Your pleasure taking priority. “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll help you baby.”

Jeongguk sits between your legs, and takes over the toy fucking into you, and turns up the one on your clit. With him pushing the toy in at a pace that you couldn’t do yourself, and the other toy vibing your clit incessantly, it takes barely any time at all for you to cum. You were so close already, just needed him to push you over.

Your legs are shaking and your toes are curling, when you cry out, “Baby, I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it, baby. Wanna watch.” He’s quiet, paying close attention to your body and the reactions he’s helping pull from it. He’s part of the reason why your face looks so pornographic as you finish. He’s part of the reason why your back is arching off of the bed. He’s part of the reason why your toes are curling, and why your legs are shaking, and why your pussy is contracting over the toy he’s still thrusting inside of you, working you through every last second of your orgasm. He reads your body cues, and slows down and pulls it out when you start to come down. You look blissed out, and you bring a hand to your hair and fluff it a little before laughing.

“That was good.” You sigh smiling, and when you look at him an image forms in your head, and you have every intention of making him carry it out.

Right before your eyes, Jeongguk wraps his lips around the toy that is going to be inside of him in just a short while, sucking off your slick. He laps his tongue around it trying to get it all. He’s obscene.

“Gimme,” You say sitting up with an extended hand.

He pouts at being interrupted, but does as he’s told. He takes your spot on the bed, and you head to the bathroom, stopping by your dresser on the way.

When you get to the bathroom, you close the door and get to cleaning the toys once again. After, you get to the stuff you grabbed from the wardrobe. A lacy pair of black panties, and sheer black thigh highs with matching lace adorning the tops. You slip into them, and then move on to the strap on. You hold it in front of you and try to make sense of which part goes where, and which holes your legs go into. It takes a second, but you get into it, adjusting it so it's nice and snug. Your outfit probably won’t help much with protecting your thighs, but at least the little part above your pussy will be safe. You look at yourself in the mirror. Not too weird or scary yet. You glance at the dildo on the counter.

It’s not too big so hopefully it’s not too… jarring when you see yourself with it. You get to work, slipping the suction base of the non-vibrating toy into the ring that’s meant to hold it in place. You look at it sticking out from your crotch and take a deep breath before turning to the mirror.

You gasp, before cackling quietly. You knew it was going to be weird. Like you knew. But actually seeing yourself with the whole get up is funny. Right now at least. You know it’s going to be sexy, once you get used to it and into the moment and inside of Jeongguk. You wonder how he’s going to react. Only one way to find out.

While you're walking to your bedroom from the bathroom, the dildo bobs, and you're giggling distractedly until you lift your eyes to let your boyfriend know you're ready. Again you’re met with a scene so indecent it belongs in a porno.

Jeongguk’s eyes are closed and soft moans are falling from his lips as he strokes his cock. He’s got three fingers in his ass, opening himself up for you, for your cock. Such a good good boy. He was so patient and productive while you got ready for him.

“You’re so good baby,” You murmur softly.

Jeongguk blinks his eyes open slowly, and rolls his head to the side to look at you. He doesn’t even falter in his movements at all, hand still moving, fingers still thrusting. He smiles a little when he sees you, but his eyes are hazy and he sounds lust drunk when he simply says, “You look sexy.”

You blush and a fond smile graces your lips, any embarrassment or self consciousness you were feeling prior to seeing him spread out for you on your bed, quickly vanishing.

You settle on the bed between his legs and watch for a moment as his hole takes his long fingers in. “Want me to help?” You ask quietly.

“Mhmm,” He nods, eyes closed still, tongue peeking out from between his lips. He doesn’t take his fingers out, though.

You grab the lube next to him, and flip it open. “You gonna get out so I can get in?”

He shakes his head. “Nuh uh. Put one in with mine.”

Something about that makes your body tingle. Inside of him with him. Opening him up. You can’t explain it, because you don’t really even get it yourself, but it makes you buzz and feel almost high.

You slick up your middle finger, and drizzle some more on his for good measure. He jumps slightly, and then giggles softly.

“Cold.” He says.

“Sorry,” You say distractedly. Your finger is lined up with his now.

“I’ve never done 4 before so you… have to go slow…” He pauses as he speaks, letting himself moan freely when his fingers graze over that secret spot that he’s grown to love so much.

“Tell me to stop if you need to.”

He doesn’t reply, just stops his fingers so you can wiggle yours in next to his. At the first push against his hole, there’s resistance. Very much expected. He’s quiet, teeth gritted, but he never says stop, knowing his body wants it, and knowing it will accommodate what he wants. After the second knuckle, your finger sinks in, almost gets sucked in, by his hole.

He lets out a shaky breath.

“You okay, baby?” You check in.

“Yeah just… full.” He moans when you wiggle your finger experimentally. “”S good. Move it some more.”

You do, and his start to move with yours. You can feel his fingers curl inside of himself to reach his prostate, and it’s pleasant in an out of body way, knowing when his face is going to contort in pleasure, and when he’s going to cry out, when you never really knew before. You’ve milked him before, of course, but feeling him do it to himself from the inside? It’s kind of thrilling.

“Pull, stretch me out.” He moans, voice impatient and needy.

He gets kinda slutty when something’s up his ass.

He swears when you do, his finger rubbing insistent circles on his prostate to distract himself from the minor sting of the stretch. His moans, start to raise in pitch and his hand that’s on his cock, still jerking it, starts to speed up. You can tell he’s close. He clenches against your finger that’s still stretching him open.

“Fuck,” He says, on a breathless giggle, “Take them out. Or I’m gonna cum.” He’s still stroking his cock, like he doesn’t wanna stop.

“You c-”

“No. Out.” He demands, hand finally pulling away from his cock, and his fingers inside stop. You gently ease out of him.

When Jeongguk’s fingers slip out, you gasp. His little pink hole is clenching on nothing, still open just the tiniest bit, thoroughly stretched.

“You know how you always say my pussy is pretty?” You ask, fingers tracing around the puffy stretched rim.

He makes an affirmative noise, watching you with hooded, lazy eyes as you touch him. He even spreads farther so you can touch and see better. You marvel at the difference between the embarrassed boy you made cum untouched a couple months ago, and the one in front of you now, so comfortable and relaxed. It makes you happy.

“Well, your butthole is pretty.”

He snorts, and kicks you lightly. He smiles at you, soft and sluggish. “Just fuck me.”

He sounds so wistful and just ready.

But you’re not.

You grip the base of your cock, and stand up. You walk to the head of the bed, next to his confused face. You stay there waiting for him to get it. He doesn’t.

“You want me inside of you right baby?” You ask, voice gentle.

He nods, eyes no longer hazy, but wide and confused. He looks between you and your cock.

“I think that means you have to get me ready. Get me nice and wet, right?”

You can physically see when Jeongguk gets it. When it clicks for him. His eyes darken, and he licks his lips. “Yeah… You’re right. I should… help you.” He whispers, sitting up. You back up enough for him to have a place on the floor.

Jeongguk on his knees for you isn’t a new sight. He’s eaten your pussy like this before, you either grinding onto his face, or him holding you still and making quick work of your clit. But Jeongguk on his knees for you to suck your cock? New, and lewd.

He looks nervous, kind of hesitant. A hand is raised midway, like he isn't sure if he should grab it.

“Lick it, baby.” You encourage.

He glances at you, doe eyes seeking approval as he leans forward and gives a kitten lick to the tip. You nod, letting him know he’s doing well. His hand comes up and replaces yours at the base and he opens his mouth enough to wrap his lips around the head, and he swirls his tongue.

He pops off, and strokes up to where his mouth was and spreads the little bit of spit. The silicone is still dry though, so he spits on it more, straight from his mouth. You suck in a breath.

“Fuck, you’re so hot baby.” You whisper a breathy moan as his hands move up and down your cock. He adds his mouth again.

He hums a little, before backing up and looking at you again. “Does that feel good?” He asks.

You laugh lightly, in pure awe of him. He’s so sexy, and so sweet, and so incredibly lust inducing. Your pussy aches behind your cock. “Feels so good, baby. You’re doing so good.”

He hums, still stroking you off. “I really want it inside me…” He says, hinting that he’s ready.

You have mercy on him, having fulfilled your newfound personal fantasy enough for the night. Maybe you could revisit it another time. But now it was time to fulfill a mutual fantasy.

“On the bed, hands and knees.” You tell him.

Excitedly he hops back onto the bed, and gets into position, his hole on display for you. His back is arched and you can see the plush swell where his lower back meets the top of his cheeks. You settle behind him, and his shoulder to waist to hip ratio, is sinful. He’s always had the daintiest waist, strong, but still so small. But at this angle, it’s cinched and the way his legs are spread makes his hips look wider, accentuating the dip at his middle. You rub your hands over the narrow curve, all the way to his cheeks, grabbing handfuls of the muscle. There’s a slight give when you squeeze your hands.

Jeongguk’s head drops, and he lets out a shuddering sigh, he’s got the chills again, and he’s got a constant thrum coursing through his body. “Please…” He moans, so quietly, so desperately.

You kiss the small of his back before grabbing the lube left abandoned on the bed. You lather 2 of your fingers, and push them into Jeongguk’s hole making sure he’s nice and slick. There’s no resistance at all, hole loose and ready enough for them to slip right in. Then you lather your cock, probably with too much lube, honestly, but you wanted to be so sure that he didn’t feel any more pain than absolutely necessary. You knew the first initial push in would be the worst, but you were hopeful you both had stretched him out enough to at least minimize or diminish it altogether.

You grab the base of your cock and line it up with his hole. It flutters, when you barely press against his rim.

“Ready?” You ask, giving a heads up.

“Yeah.” He says softly.

He’s tight. His hole sinks in with the tip of your cock before the rim gives and swallows around it. Jeongguk tenses and his hands grip the blanket under you.

“Shit…” He groans. He sounds like he’s clenching his teeth.

You rub soothingly at his lower back, fingers dipping when you run them over the dimples at the bottom of his spine. “You’re doing so good baby.” You tell him.

“Doesn’t really hurt, I’m just stretching.” He says through his teeth. “I can take it though, keep going.”

You grab the lube and drizzle more directly onto his hole. He doesn’t mention the cold this time, too focused on taking your cock. You push against him, and feel yourself sink deeper into him. It’s like after the tip was in, his body knew what to do to take the rest. The slide wasn’t a swift, fast stroke, but it was a smooth and slow glide. When you bottom out Jeongguk’s arms give out from under him, his face going to the bed.

“Holy fuck.” He keens, resting his head on his arms. Your hands are constantly on him, soothing him in any way that you can.

“Tell me when.” You whisper patiently. He nods. With his head turned to the side and pillowed on his arms, you can see his eyes are squeezed shut. The inhales and exhales you can see in the expanding of his ribcage, tell you that he’s taking deep breaths working through the stretch, getting himself used to it.

“Okay… Ready.” He murmurs.

You pull out just a bit before pushing back in. Jeongguk moans softly. Spreads his legs even wider, arches his back even deeper. He’s pushing his ass out for you, his body begging you to make it feel good.

You keep a slow pace, kind of nervous to speed up.

“You can go faster, feels nice.” He says. He’s been puffing out little gasps of air every time you bottom out with your slow pace.

With his consent, you grab at his hips and pull out to just the tip, before swiftly pushing back in, fast and hard. His cheeks bounce on the impact. You grab one and jiggle it a little, thrusting into him again, drinking down the whines that slip out.

“You’ve got such a bubble butt, I never noticed before. But it like… bounces.” You say, wonder in your tone.

“Thanks, can you like tell me about it later?” He asks, voice strained.

Point taken.

Your thrust game is kind of shitty, in reality. It’s hard to find a rhythm, your hips not used to moving this way. But Jeongguk is moaning freely underneath you, just happy to have something inside of him after thinking about it all week. So you keep going, and eventually, the pattern comes to you, still kind of messy, but now you’ve got him cursing beneath you. You’ve got one hand on his ass, the other braced on his arched spine.

A particularly good thrust has Jeongguk burying his face into the bed, teeth biting at the bedding. “Yeah fuck-” He groans with his mouth full of blanket. With his hands now free, he brings them behind him and settles them on his cheeks and spreads.

You watch clearly as your cock sinks into Jeongguk’s ass. You’re out of breath, but you make sure to tell him how good he looks, how pretty his hole looks swallowing your cock, like it was made to take it.

“Wanna ride you.” He says. His voice is pitifully wrecked and he sounds so thoroughly fucked, you feel a little proud. Still, you’re grateful for a break. You don’t know how he fucks you like he does. ‘Topping’ is tiring. You pull out of him, and realize that when you were in awe of his hole at taking your fingers, it was premature. Jeongguk’s hole after he takes your cock is vulgar. It’s properly gaped now. Not huge, but around a fingers width.

He rolls over, and settles on his back like he just needs a moment. His chest is heaving, similar to yours. You hop off the bed, and a needy keen comes from him. You glance back at him, and he looks like he’s going to get up and follow you, but you hush him gently.

“I’m just getting some water, baby. I’ll be right back.”

He huffs flopping back onto his back. “Hurry please.” He whines.

You get back as soon as possible with a glass of water for you both to share. He sits up onto one elbow and makes a grabby hand for the cup after you’ve had your share. You swat his hand away and hold the cup to his lips. He hums, gulping the water down. He’s happy to be coddled and taken care of. When he finishes with a cute little gasp, you place the cup to the side, and brush your hand through his sweaty hair.

He butts his head against your palm and laughs. His eyes shut, and crinkled at the corners. His water break seems to have perked him up. His cock hasn’t deflated one bit. Rock hard and red, throbbing against his tummy. It’s messy and wet too.

You’re about to ask if he touched himself while you were inside of him, but before you can, you’re getting manhandled until he’s on top of you. He’s got your hands pinned above your head, and he smiles at you playfully, before leaning down to kiss you, deep and slow. He sucks on your lip, and slowly grinds his cock onto your belly, soft whines spilling from his tongue. He brushes his nose against yours as he sighs into your mouth, finally allowing himself the pleasure of paying attention to his cock.

He doesn’t allow himself relief for long, however. He’s sitting up and looking from side to side for the lube before finally spotting it. His movements are quick and hectic, like he’s too excited and overly eager.

You rub your hands over his strong thighs. “Hey, slow down. You don’t have to rush. We have all night.”

He sighs at your touch, and nods softly. He whispers. “Yeah… okay. I love you.”

The little affection makes you swoon, absolutely smitten. “I love you.” You squeeze at his legs, tenderly.

He hums. “Gonna ride you now.” He opens the lube and continues with eager actions, almost like you didn’t even slow him down just a moment ago. You smile fondly to yourself. Jeongguk’s too busy slicking up your cock again to notice the mushy look.

He’s got a hand reaching behind him and he’s gripping your cock to line it up with his hole. He wiggles to get into the right position before slowly starting to sink down. His eyebrows are pinched, and his mouth falls open. But his eyes roll back when he bottoms out. His hands are braced on your stomach.

“Oh, I love it like this.” He whimpers. His legs tense at your sides, almost like he’s trying to close his legs at the pleasure he feels from your cock being tucked inside of him, hitting all the right places. He starts to grind on your cock, soft pleasured little mewls just tumbling off his tongue.

He looks so good, whining, grinding on you with his weeping cock displayed. But you wanna see him lose it on your cock. See him fall apart at how good it feels, not watch him bask in it.

“Bounce on it.” You say, voice sounding almost as fucked out as his. You know your panties are soaked through at this point, pussy pulsing and neglected, tucked away behind the strap.

Jeongguk nods. “Yeah, wanna.”

He’s lifting himself off your cock to the tip before sliding down on it again, hard and fast. It punches a sharp gasp from his lungs. He finds a pace he likes and keeps it up, his thighs tensing, and his abs flexing as he tests his stamina, chasing that euphoric feeling he wants so so badly. He’s so strong and fit, bouncing up and down on your cock as loud unabashed moans fill the room.

The force of him riding you makes your tits jiggle, bouncing around until they catch his attention. He groans before his hands find them, squeezing hard, using them as leverage as he pulls and drags his hips over yours. Your cock must be rubbing over his prostate because he’s losing his mind. All kinds of noises leave his mouth, and the expressions he makes are filthy.

“Fuck baby. You make me feel so good. The best- I-” He eyes squeeze shut and his mouth opens in a silent moan, overwhelmed, before a guttural groan sounds from deep within his chest. “God. Wanna cum on your cock, baby. Fuck me-”

You laugh, wonderstruck, and kind of deliriously high on the satisfaction and fulfillment you get from seeing Jeongguk feel so just…. Good. “Yeah baby? You’re gonna cum for me? All over my cock?”

He whimpers and nods as he gets back to bouncing, a desperation to his movements that wasn’t there before. His cock is slapping against both of your stomachs with nasty wet noises due to his precum getting everywhere. You feel some fly and hit your neck, his cock just dripping, weeping and begging to cum.

It won’t be long though, before he cums. You feel the way his thighs tense, and he gets that confused look on his face, and he’s got that puzzled pitch to his moans. It’s the way he always gets when he cums untouched, always in awe that he can do it himself, without a hand around his cock. His whole body is flushed and hot to the touch, sweat making him glow in the soft light of your bedroom lamp.

He throws his head back, neck extended, and veins bulging, before looking down at his bouncing cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He’s so whiny and noisy when he moans.

“Yeah?” You ask again, “Do it baby, show me how. You can do it, cum for me.”

He’s nodding frantically, “Yeah- I’m gonna... Fuck, yes- Yeah, I’m-” He bounces a few more times, silent aside from the obscene squelching noises of your skin meeting, before his body tenses one last time before that string in him snaps. “Cumming-” He chokes it out. His moans don’t stop the whole time his cock shoots out his load, landing on your tummy. The moans even turn into cries, actual tears filling his eyes and falling down his cheeks. His body jerks and twitches with his orgasm. But still, he’s grinding on you, your cock still rubbing that spot inside of him, it’s like he never wants the feeling to end, even if it’s devastating, bordering on too much to handle.

You smooth your hands all over his sweaty body, before firmly placing them on his hips, stopping him. “Hey. You’re good, you did so good baby, you don’t have to keep going.”

Jeongguk’s cries are quiet, and he takes a few deep stuttering breaths to try and calm himself down, nodding with your soothing words. He rubs the back of his hand at his eyes, trying to dry them. It doesn’t help much, he’s calmed himself some but a few silent tears still make their way out, along with some soft hiccupping breaths.

“Lay down, and wait for me, hmm?” You whisper gently. He nods and lifts himself slowly, wincing at the sore ache in his hole. It’s more prevalent now that the pleasure has subsided. He all but collapses onto your pillow.

“I’m gonna get some more water, and a towel okay?”

He grunts in response.

Before you go, you strip out of the gear, just tossing it on the ground, eager to get back to Jeongguk after getting the things you need.

When you get back, he is in the same exact position, and you laugh lightly.

“Baby?” You ask, making sure he didn’t fall asleep.

Another grunt.

Good, he would hate you in the morning if you left him to sleep being so messy.

“Sit up, I have water and snacks and cleaning supplies.”

His head pops up. “Snacks?” His hair is sticking up on one side.

You laugh, endeared. He’s not crying anymore either, a good sign that he will be okay in just a little while after some kisses and love.

“Yeah, I got some of those seaweed chips you like, and some water.”

He sits up, leaning back on the pillows knowing the drill for after butt stuff. You hand him the water and the chips. He eats first.

“You hungry?” You ask, fitting yourself between his legs with the warm washcloth. He opens easily, munching away. You both are far past after sex shyness.

He talks with his mouth full. “Yeah. Jimin said not to eat the day off.”

You hum curiously, but don’t question it. Jimin partakes in butt stuff much more than you both.

You’ve got all the lube cleaned off his thighs and cheeks, now all that’s left is his hole. You do it as gently as you can, knowing he’s sore just from how red and swollen and puffy it is. But he still winces.

“How bad is it?” He mumbles.

You hesitate. “Um… You’re gonna be a little sore.” You tell him simply.

He groans, before downing his water. When he’s done, he says, “Practice is going to suck.”

You nod in agreement. It was. You wrap the used cloth in the blanket you used to protect your sheets, once again just tossing the bundle to the floor.

“Worth it though,” He smiles, pleased.

You chuckle as you find your place by him. He’s set his refreshments aside and lets you curl against him. His body sags with exhaustion when he feels your warmth press into him. You plant kisses on every inch of skin you can reach. He purrs.

“Why’d you keep going?” You ask, between smooches.

“I don’t know… it just felt so good. I guess I didn’t want it to stop.” He’s quiet, and his words are said on a sigh.

You nod, your kisses making your way to his lips. You just kiss him, slow and easy, for a few minutes until he yawns into it. He giggles.

“I’m so tired man.”

“I bet man.” You tease.

He kisses you one more time before asking, “Will you tickle my back until I fall asleep?” It’s hopeful and so sugary sweet.

“Yeah roll over.”

It’s barely a few minutes before you're met with his soft snores. You kiss his shoulder blade, before following right behind him.

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neutral, chap. 4 (dream smp x reader)

series summary (in game!au) when an exiled tommy finally rebels against a manipulative dream, he finds safety in neutral territory, a place owned and guarded by you. staying in your safe haven opens up the younger one’s eyes to your way of life, while also revealing your deeper past before neutral; a past that involved a war for your love.

chapter summary after waking from a taunting nightmare, tommy expels some late night energy on some wandering mobs. you give him another lesson about taking care of himself, even when working hard, and tommy asks if you’ll teach him archery, which, of course, doesn’t go without entertainment.

warnings nightmares, mob killing

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he was running again. he didn’t know where or from what, but his legs carried him far and strongly, weaving him through trees and grass and other obstacles along the way. he didn’t know how in danger he was, but he wasn’t going to stop and find out.

then he tripped.

when he flipped onto his back, it was that goddamn mask staring down at him, the lips just under it laughing, “you’re so weak, tommy! did you do anything while you were in neutral?” then his axe came down and tommy braced himself for the pain and release of death.

he woke up instead.

sweating under his covers, tommy sucked in a harsh breath as he sat up. he threw the soft cotton off of him, running a warm hand down his face. it was just a dream; he was safe in neutral.

looking out of the window next to him, he saw the moon still high in the sky, casting a cool light into his bedroom. dream’s words rang through his head like a bell, and he rubbed at his temples with a sigh. was he actually getting weak? was relaxing such a bad thing? at the very least, some part of him must have thought so to conjure a nightmare like that..

with another sigh, tommy lifted himself out of bed and flipped open the ender chest. he drew out his sword before heading to the main floor of the house.

when he reached the bottom of the stairs, a voice called out to him, “tommy?” his heart nearly stopped for a moment, before peeking into the kitchen and realizing it was just y/n. she sat in candlelight, writing in a small journal with a slice of half-eaten pumpkin pie next to her. “are you alright?”

“yeah,” he breathed, his voice still heavy with sleep. “just gonna go kill some mobs.”

she nodded. she looked tired, and a part of tommy felt bad knowing that she was most definitely going to wait for him to return. “okay. have at it, kid.”

he nodded, turning to leave the kitchen. before he did so, he pursed his lips and looked over his shoulder to y/n. “you should go to bed.”

she gave him a smile, scribbling something down in the small journal. “i will, tommy. just gotta finish this up..” his natural curiosity was drawn to the small book, and he almost asked y/n what she was writing. but then dream’s voice rang through his mind again, and tommy silently headed for the doors of the house.

the night air was refreshing on his warm skin, cool and still as the moon illuminated the frontal beauty of neutral territory. he took a deep, calming breath of that crisp air before focusing on the task at hand: proving to himself that dream was wrong. that dream is always wrong.

after about twenty zombies, ten spiders, countless creepers, and a few endermen, tommy finally felt the burn in his arms become nearly too much to bear. he panted as he struck down one last spider, turning and finally deciding to return back to the comfort of y/n’s home.

he sheathed his sword when he finally entered the house, going straight to the kitchen to see that y/n was still awake and writing in her small journal.

“ready to go to bed?” he asked gruffly.

she looked up slowly before nodding, placing her quill down and capping her ink. “any trouble out there?”

“no,” he spoke, shaking his head. “wrote everything you needed to?” y/n blew out her candle and went to join the boy in the doorway to the kitchen.

“as much as i could, anyway,” she shrugged, smiling lazily as they began to walk toward the stairs. “what was your nightmare about?”

tommy was slightly startled, but a little too tired to react drastically to y/n’s deduction. “how’d you know i had a nightmare?”

“i’ve had them before,” she said simply. “and it seemed natural that you’d expel some energy onto mobs after such a thing.”

“you’re smart,” tommy credited.

“thank you,” y/n yawned.

they continued to climb the stairs in silence as tommy considered his words. “i was being hunted by dream again, but this time you weren’t there to save me. he called me weak and killed me.”

“so you wanted to prove to yourself that despite allowing yourself peace, you didn’t have to sacrifice your strength to get there,” y/n summed.

the boy half-smiled. she was spot on, as always. “exactly,” tommy breathed.

y/n was silent for a moment as she thought. they stopped at the hallway to tommy’s room and it then occurred to tommy’s tired mind that her room was downstairs; she was walking with him because she cared about him.

“honestly, tommy, if this is a real concern for you, then there is no harm in taking time out of your day to work out and train,” y/n spoke. “but the most important thing is to recognize when enough is enough, and when enough becomes too much. you’ve allowed yourself peace and care for the last two weeks, and achieving such a state doesn’t mean you have to sacrifice fighting or training; it just means that you need to be more aware and in tune with yourself as you’re doing it.” tommy nodded.

“don’t overwork yourself, is the summary here,” she said, picking a cobweb off of his shirt. “let yourself do the things you want, but make sure it’s not wearing you down. that’s taking care of yourself.”

“alright,” tommy spoke quietly. “thank you, y/n.”

“of course, kid,” she smiled. “get some sleep, alright? if you have another nightmare you’re free to bother me.” tommy nodded again. “good night, tommy.”

“good night, y/n,” he yawned as she turned to head down to her room. he made sure he heard her door shut before finally heading to his own room.

...

“can you teach me archery?” tommy questioned the next morning at breakfast. it was a question that had bugged him since y/n had first revealed her skills just a few days prior, and since he was going to start training, he figured that might be a good place to start.

“sure,” she chuckled as she scooped some more fruit onto his nearly half-eaten plate of french toast.

“why the laugh?” he questioned through a mouthful of berries.

she shrugged to herself. “your curiosity is showing.”

“i’ve been wondering about it since you took out the mob,” tommy admitted. “if i want to get stronger.. i think this is a good way to.”

“perfecting a skill is the perfect way to get stronger,” y/n voiced. “of course i’ll teach you, kid.” she smiled and he turned back to his breakfast with his own grin. “finish up your food and meet me in the basement; we gotta get you a bow first.”

tommy hadn’t been in the basement of the house yet. he opened the heavy, dusty trapdoor and assumed y/n didn’t go down their often either. he slid down the ladder easily and was immediately hit with heat.

y/n had a welding station upstairs in her shop area, but the basement had a more broad and intense version of that area. several anvils, all cracked and rusted and adorned with different materials were scattered in a sort of pattern amongst the space, a fire burning high in a fireplace at the far side of the room. seeing no sign of y/n, tommy moved to the room to his left.

the next room held a large nether portal, as well as a small farm for netherwart. the dark room felt empty to him, and he had to remind himself that he was in fact in y/n’s house still. he remembered she had said that she didn’t like going to the nether.

“i’m in here, tommy!” she called out. he took another left into a small storage room, where y/n was rustling through a chest. “how tall are you, kid?”

“6’1”,” he answered.

y/n smiled. “you’re a lot taller than i’ll ever be.” she took out a pretty oak bow, slightly scratched and obviously old. “you’ll have to use this for now, until i can make you one that’s your size.” he took the bow from her hands, shrugging.

“it’s fine.”

“good,” she hummed, still shuffling through the chest as tommy took the time to look around the small room.

“what’re the dispensers for?” tommy asked, staring at the wall that held the three stone tools.

“im nothing if not prepared, tommy,” y/n spoke as she took out a quiver and began to fill it with arrows for him. “in case of emergency, those dispensers will set off flares to let others know that im in trouble or that neutral is in danger.”

tommy nodded, still looking at the obviously unused dispensers. “smart.”

“i hope so,” she sighed, handing him the quiver of arrows. he strapped it around himself as she continued, “let’s just hope i never have to use them, yeah?”

“yeah,” he chuckled. she gave him a smile, hoisting her bow higher in her grip.

“you ready to shoot some things?”

...

“relax your shoulders,” y/n reminded. tommy did so, his fingers still white with effort against the taut string of the bow. “don’t pull so hard, tommy. you’re shaking.” he sighed as he let the string and arrow go limp, lowering his bow as y/n approached him closer.

it was his second day of archery training, and he was still missing nearly every target. y/n was a calm and collected teacher, offering him advice that was pointed directly for him and reassured him that there was no rush in the learning process. but after missing fifteen or so shots in a row, tommy was getting frustrated.

and it didn’t help with sapnap and george staring at him through the kitchen windows.

“doin’ great, kid,” sapnap encouraged weakly, taking a drink of the lemonade y/n had lovingly prepared for the boys. just watching the older man sip made tommy’s mouth dry, but he was determined to make five shots in a row before taking a break.

tommy glared at the man before turning his gaze back to his mentor. “ignore him, tommy,” y/n spoke gently. “nick couldn’t hit a target if it was three paces away.”

“that’s a lie!”

“im kidding,” y/n laughed, placing a hand on tommy’s shoulder and turning him away from the distraction that was sapnap. “but seriously, there’s almost always going to be someone watching when you shoot. the more you can tune them out, the better. just focus on your aim--and make sure your grip is looser. you’re gonna snap that string in no time otherwise.”

“loose grip, focus on aim,” tommy breathed and she patted his shoulder as he turned back to the target ahead of him. he hoisted the bow up slowly and pulled the string back just enough that it wasn’t fully taut. he made sure his aim was a little higher than his target, and released the whizzing arrow. the arrow pierced just outside of the center ring.

“perfect,” y/n smiled. “now, do it again.” and he did, taking another deep breath and allowing himself to focus in on the feel of the rough wood on his fingertips, and the tight string he was pulling. the arrow hit just beside his last. she nodded encouragingly. “keep going.”

tommy could feel his heart start to thump in his chest from the excitement of his accurate aim. he took another calming breath and watched as the arrow lodged closer to the center.

“great aim,” she complimented and he grinned as he pulled another one back, trying to contain his shaking as he aimed. the arrow shot lower than his previous, but on the target nonetheless. “still a good shot. one more?”

“yeah,” tommy nodded, licking his dry lips as he retrieved another arrow from his quiver. heart still thumping with utter excitement and pride at y/n complimentary words, he quickly released the arrow and his smile dropped as the arrow lodged into the ground before the target.

“hey, that’s fine!” y/n assured as tommy groaned and dropped his head. “four in a row is an amazing improvement, tommy. you should take a break and reward yourself.”

tommy sighed, looking to the shameful arrow. “yeah. alright.” he dropped the bow to the ground along with his quiver. he looked to his slightly splintered fingers. “im gonna go.. wash up.”

“alright,” y/n smiled as tommy scampered away. she entered into the open kitchen, smiling at her guests. “you boys doing alright?”

they nodded. “when did you take up parenting, y/n?” george giggled. she rolled her eyes as she went to pour her and tommy their own glasses of lemonade. “no, seriously! you care for that kid a lot, it-it’s not a bad thing!”

she sighed, leaning against her counter as she sipped at her lemonade. “i know you two haven’t always agreed with him in the past, but i think tommy’s a good kid. i like his ethic, and i think he has a lot of potential. but that being said..” she shook her head. “he’s so young.” the boys nodded. “he’s been thrown into such a life of chaos and destruction, and im not saying he’s at all innocent, but.. i think it’s good for him to learn that there’s more to this world than just war and enemies. there’s...”

“neutral,” sapnap finished for her. she let out a laugh.

“yeah, neutral,” she agreed, tapping her fingers against her cold glass. “but, yeah, if teaching him peace and self care is motherly of me..” she shrugged. “then i guess im alright with being a parent.”

“that’s sweet,” sapnap nodded. “i hate it.” the three of them laughed, y/n laying a light slap on the man’s arm before tommy’s voice called out to her.

“y/n! can i have some help?”

“im coming!” she called back, setting down her glass of lemonade.

“go help your poor son,” george teased, resting his head in his hand as he gazed at y/n amusedly. she rolled her eyes.

“behave, you two,” she laughed before leaving the kitchen.

there was a moment of silence before george spoke, “i do think it’s quite sweet how y/n’s taken tommy in. i think it’s good for both of them.”

“you say that now,” sapnap sighed, leaning back in his chair. “but just wait until tommy’s back to feeling 100% and y/n’s going around saying “pog” all the time.”

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