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luveline · 1 month

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Hi jade, I have a hurt/comfort request for Steve, maybe reader was there with the party for all the vecna stuff and maybe gets hurt, afterwards Steve taking care of her and staying w her in the hospital and stuff? Love your writing!

thank you for requesting <3 fem!reader

“Did you know there’s like, a concessions stand?”

You moan at the pain between your shoulders, turning onto your arm. Steve lounges in the chair beside you with a paper plate of donuts on his chest. His legs are kicked up on your bed. He’s taken his shoes off, at least.

“Free donuts, coffee, they even had flapjacks.”

“Steve, I think you have to pay for those.”

He puts the plate on your bed. “Well, they can’t send you to jail.”

“‘Cos my back’s broken?”

“‘Cos you’re too pretty for prison.” Steve sits up properly. “You need help?”

He moves the donuts again onto your nightstand and hooks you under the arms to ease you into a sitting position. You’re back isn’t broken, for the record, but you fell funny coming out of the gate a few days ago and you haven’t bounced back yet. Worse, you've got an infected burn on your hand, wrist and arm from your Molotov cocktail. It’s out of commission, as are you while they pump antibiotics into the crook of your elbow. Steve’s careful not to tug your IV.

You gasp, the twinge in your back turning to flame. “I know,” Steve murmurs, shockingly sincere, “I’m sorry. You’re not supposed to lie down all the time, or it won’t get better.”

“I know.”

“Yeah, of course you do. You know everything.”

Insult or compliment, you’re unsure. What you do know is that Steve’s come to see you every day since you were checked in, he’s the one who checked you in, and he’s taken good care of you so far. He’s not even your boyfriend, you thought he liked Nancy— but he’s rubbing his hands down your shoulders and looking you in your face despite the horror he’s sure to be witnessing. Bruised eye, greasy nose, hair thankfully clean but completely untouched otherwise.

“Better?” he asks, cupping your cheek.

Is he gonna kiss me? you think. You glance down at his lips, then back up. Steve doesn’t notice or doesn’t mention it, his fingers drawing a gentle path behind your ear as his thumb aligns with your jaw.

“Hey, don’t cry.”

You shake your head. “No, I’m not.”

“Sorry, you just looked so sad for a second.” He laughs wryly. Though you don’t feel like he’s making fun of you, he teases, “Cheer up. What have you got to be so sad about?”

“You keep harassing me.”

“Oh, that’s how it is!” He tips his head back. “Nurse! I’d like to report a thief!”

You gasp, laugh, and attempt to cover his mouth as strikes of pain nibble up your spine. “Steve, don’t–” He catches your hands to stop you from silencing him, but he doesn’t shout again, holding your hands together in his lap, smiling smugly and affectionately at once. He has nice eyes that are almost almond in shape and a lovely light brown. They glow in the slither of light that sneaks its way through the blinds, raw amber, stomach-achingly pretty.

You can’t look at him for too long. You defer to your hands scrunched up in the sheets instead.

“I did pay for the donuts, by the way. I’m just messing with you.”

You try to laugh. “Why doesn't that surprise me?”

“You act like I’m such a jerk,” he says fondly, pulling you in for a cautious hug. He’s tender when he needs to be, you’d never have thought it of him, how sweetly and softly he rubs your back, how he murmurs near your ear. “Do you need more meds? I’m sure they can get you another dose of the good stuff if you pretend your gummy arm is aching.”

“Thanks, Steve, but I’m fine.”

He hums. “Think I can get them to let me stay the night?”

“Steve, I’m really okay.”

“It’s not about you, I just don’t wanna go home,” he lies poorly, “they don’t have donuts at home–”

His hand leaves your back. “Are you eating over my shoulder?” you ask.

He hugs you tighter with the remaining arm. “What? No.”

You feel sprinkles falling down your back and ignore it for now. He’ll have to help you out of bed in a few minutes anyways. He can sort it out then. For now, you lean into his chest and close your eyes tight.

“I’ll sleep better in the chair by your bed,” he promises.

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prettyboykatsuki · 8 months

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oliver talking his partner through it and calling him d**** god your brain is so huge my stomach hurts thinking about this. he’ll never tell you he loves you to your face and tries to fuck you more like he hates you because he doesn’t want to get too attached but as you’re getting close he’s all in your face and your neck, teasing you, biting your ear and softly begging you to tell him how you feel, how it’ll be better for him if you tell d**** just how close you are and how much you need him. takes you over the crest so sweetly, and continues rolling into you, chasing his own. his kisses are nonstop and so overwhelming, and he knows they are but he just really needs to connect with you like this. never the first to say “i love you” but unfortunately (in his opinion) he expresses it in so many other ways. sorry.

but i crumble completely when you cry | a. oliver

✮ tags ; DADDY KINK, afab + fem!reader, situationship!oliver, hooking up, unresolved romantic tension, p in v, praise, soft sex, it gets emotionally strange, riding, creampies, unprotected sex, under-negotiated kink in a sense though oliver is very careful

✮ wc ; 2.2k (i dont want to talk about it)

✮ a/n ; anon im going to haunt your dreams for putting this absurd image into my head when i dont even go here im crying screaming throwing up ive been thinking about it for hours. hours of my life wasted on this guys dick. upsetting!!!!!

also i do not write this often and do not plan too again any time soon so if ur seeing this and thinking about following me for content like it i would not recommend!!!

✮ synopsis ; you don't trust oliver with your heart or your feelings. nor do you expect anything from him.

but it's hard not to lean into him when he decides to cradle you so gently.

Your relationship with Oliver is both very ambiguous and very clear.

There's a line drawn, and you both steer clear of crossing it in your interactions. Oliver is fun. He's attractive and charming, a massive flirt but just genuine enough to be interesting.

It helps that he's hot. Physically, he's got an unreal build.

He's an athlete, so he's big. Wide chest and strong arms, thick thighs and the height to top it off. He's 6'3, and he's sexy (and his dick is huge) - and you sleep with him because of that. You don't date him explicitly because he's a womanizer. If you'd met when you were a little younger, a little more naive - you might've tried to dog-train him into being your boyfriend.

Because on top of the immaculate dick, he's fun to be around. He's funny, he drinks well, he's not a scumbag in the ways that turn you off.

You're old enough to know better. You have a career. You're too busy, and too jaded about love to try and fix whatever weird shit he has going on. So even if the two of you harbor some sort of emotional or romantic feelings for each other, you're smart enough to not get invested in those feelings and smart enough to have no expectations.

Oliver is your fun. He's your sneaky link, your weekend off. You come to him to blow off steam. You have rough, fast sex and it's good. Sometimes you chill afterwards, and you'll indulge each other in some physical affection but other times you take your shower and leave. It's a good time, and you know well enough not to ever ask him for any of your emotional needs. You have your therapist and girl friends for that.

Normally, when you're having a rough week - it's prime time to go to him. He'll fuck you a little harder than usual, and sometimes he's nice enough to kiss it better. But it's still, very distinctly, never crossing that boundary.

But some weeks, like this week - shit is bad. Not just stressful bad, but everything in the fucking world that could go wrong, is going wrong bad. It's not the kind of thing you can get over by compartmentalizing and even when you try to do your usual thing it doesn't really work.

You're trying right now - to get over the fucked up week you had. And you're turned on, but somehow - it's still not enough to get you completely out of it.

Oliver pauses mid stroke, in missionary - hetero-chromatic eyes staring you down as your thoughts are somewhere else completely. You don't notice the first time he stops, or the first time he calls you.

And he only gets your attention by cupping your face and making you look at him. You startle as you cast your glance his way.

"What's with you?" He asks, though he's not pissed or anything "Not feelin' it? Want me to stop?"

"No, you don't have too."

"Not what I asked," He chastises, letting go of your face "Not having your full attention is making me go soft,"

This makes you laugh, and Oliver cracks a smile seeing the tension melt off your face if only slightly.

"I'm cool with stopping." He assures. You let your hand reach up to his shoulder.

"It's not like I want to stop, necessarily? Like I wanna do something to get my mind off it and sex feels like the best option, but you know how it goes sometimes," You say, trying your best to avoid the emotional baggage of your words "We can stop though. I'll pay you for your wasted time," You tack the joke on at the end to ease the tension.

You're expecting him to pull out and stop, or maybe challenge himself into fucking you so good that you forget. Something more quintessentially Oliver than what he does do.

He gives you a blank look first, than a laugh that is a touch too sincere for you to be comfortable "That bad of a week?"

You're suddenly in dangerous territory. Somehow, this strange intimacy makes all the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You swallow thickly, the emotions coming over you so quick you end up looking away.

"Yeah. You know. It's fine, but you know."

"Mm," He says. He leans into your space. His breath is warm and his stubble tickles your skin as he whispers in your ear. You feel your breath hitch. And the air feels heavy "Wanna try somethin' else?"

"Like what?"

"A surprise," He says first, and find your stomach tightening. A hollowness in your nerves "Gotta trust me."

"You're scaring me." You joke.

"I'm a sex expert, you know?" Oliver says, humming against your skin "If I can't remedy your little problem with my dick, it's bad for my street cred. My yelp reviews will tank."

"You're such a dumbass."

"Do you trust me?"

You don't know how to answer. Yes, for the most part. Not with everything, but with your pleasure at least. Whatever this is, it doesn't feel the same. But you say yes, anyways. Oliver kisses your jaw in reply, then he pulls out.

He flips position easily. He ends up on his back, then he grabs you to rest on top of him. You're not sure what you're expecting. He holds you by your hips as your sex hovers over his cock. His thumb is rubbing circles into your skin as he sinks you down slowly onto him.

You only stare at him, mouth opening as you feel him stretch you open for a second time.

You're more aware of it this way. He's so thick, and so intrusive - and normally, you're feeling that in hard strokes. Fast and rough, like something knocking into your cervix. But like this, he's hitting a deep angle. You can feel every curve, every inch, as you come down slowly.

He keeps you there. For longer than you'd expect. Just keeps you, settles you, holds you gently. You stare at him as he grabs your hand, locking your fingers. Your first instinct is to panic, or crack a joke - but there's an intense look in his eye that shuts you up.

Uncharacteristically gentle, you find yourself frightened. Oliver's hands reach for you again. They hold your waist and slide up the planes of your body. He holds your tits in his palms and squeezes.

He does this a lot, but there's not usually this much touching. This much foreplay. It's grabby, a deeper pressure. He doesn't...feel you, in the way he is now. You stare at him, and he looks back at you so fondly you feel a strange urge to pretend it never happened.

"Play with your clit," He says, though there's no urgency in his voice.

Deep and smooth, the timbre in it has you shaking. You listen, on auto-pilot as you play with yourself clumsily and build a slow pressure. He just watches.

"C'mere, baby. And don't stop touching yourself."

Another pause. It's not the first time he's called you that. He likes to call you all sorts of things when you're fucking, and baby is one of the few. But not like that. Not like this. He gives you a lazy, self satisfied smile and encourages you by placing a hand on where he can reach on your low back.

You lean down, and Oliver tucks you into his chest. He's warm, and strong - and smells so good, like musk and cologne. Your free hand is on his chest, as he grips your hips and fucks up into you.

"That's it," His voice is pleasant to your ears. It feels funny to you "Just gotta listen to me."

He starts fucking you slowly. It's a familiar feeling, a pleasant stretch that dulls into a euphoric fullness. But it's never been this slow before. Each thrust is slow, and punctual, and so deep you feel yourself gasping. It's not enough to push you over the edge, but it's enough to make your mind feel a little numb.

You think he's going to keep at you like this, maybe edge you to take you out of it. But he doesn't. He keeps his pace.

"Had a hard time this week, didn't you, tough girl?" He mumbles, so low it doesn't feel real. You feel your heart start to race. You feel your throat start to close around something, choking "Did a good job and came to me. Gonna let me take care of it?"

You stumble. You aren't sure what to say, you nod and hope he feels it. He laughs a little. You can't be sure if you're fucking Oliver or not.

You know it's him but he's never been like this. Not once. Not ever.

"Gonna let daddy take care of you?" He says, though it's tentative. Your breath hitches. Something strange overwhelms your senses "Tell me, baby."

"Uhm," Your first reaction is a sense of resistance, an immediate pull away. Not that you hate it but you aren't sure how to adjust. You squirm, but you don't tell him no. You feel like you can't in this state "Uh-uh,"

He keeps surprising you, pressing his lips to yours where you hover over him, tender as he ups the pace of his thrusts.

"That's what I like to hear," He almost sounds proud "You'll hurt your head if you think too much. And I'd be a bad daddy, letting that happen, yeah?"

A vulnerable, foreign sensation drives you to speak "You're not bad in that way."

He laughs "Just in other ways, right?"

You giggle "Uh-huh."

"But not in this one," He repeats, very carefully. He fucks into you harder now, pays extra special attention to you. It's all for you, is what he's saying in a language completely foreign yet somehow so known. One only the two of you will ever know fully, confined in the four walls of this room "Daddy is good at taking care of you like this, so you should let him do just that. Tough girls always need their daddies, hm?"

It's what ends up tipping you up over the edge. You cling to him, succumbing to whatever weird space the two of you have fallen into you. Suspended in this odd sense of comfort that Oliver has thrust you in unannounced.

You don't trust Oliver with a lot, and this is more than what you should ever find yourself giving. In the back of your head you think you should pull away.

But he's comforting. It feels good, and strangely feels safe - and even for all the ways he's awful, you trust he'd never do anything bad to you. Even if it's a blip in the timeline, for now it's what you need. A blurry cross into your emotional needs that translate into your physical ones. Too much and so overwhelming, you hug closer to him and take a deep breath.

"Mm," You let yourself lean into him. Just this once, you promise yourself. "I wanna cum."

"Want it a little harder?"

"Mhm,"

"Then Daddy will give it to you a little harder, yeah? Anything for you." He says, and you try not to think to deeply on what that really means. Because even in this state you know it's not nothing, but you should never pry "Daddy can give you anything you want."

"Yeah?"

He chuckles a little as he fucks into you hard. Fucks into you how you need. You're wet enough, and wondering if you were always so into being doted on. Or if it's just the fact that it's Oliver. Another thing you decide to overlook as you zero in on the sensation of being pistoned from underneath. You're soaking. The room noisy with the sticky noise of Olivers cock penetrating you over and over, skin hitting skin as his hips press against your ass. His grip is bruising but not intentionally, his chest huffed in pleasure.

He's just as close as you are, you know all of his cues. You play with your clit faster, sensitive bud throbbing hard as all the blood rushes south. Your mouth has fallen open as the slow, thick desire coiling and culminating into something cosmic. Something big and heavy, but not too fast. Not a crash landing like you're used to.

But a single weight, the force of a star dropping to Earth. You figure Oliver is the gravity in your universe, holding you down so you don't float too far. You want to cling onto him for much longer.

And somehow, you're inclined to think he would let you.

"Oliver," You say his name as it builds, then decide on something else "Daddy,"

"I'm here, baby," He says back, like it's all he has to say for everything to make sense when nothing about this does "I'm right here. Let go."

So you do. You cum hard, and it comes in long never ending waves. Too much. It makes you collapse in Olivers arms, both arms coming around his neck as he continues to fuck you through the aftermath.

"Gonna," He voices, rasping as his thrusts become sloppy "Shit. Cumming, shit."

He cums with you, cums deep inside like usual and you mewl at the feeling of being filled with hot, sticky seed.

When it's over, you're almost afraid to look at him. When the tensions settled, and his chest goes back to it's steady breaths - you wonder whats going to happen next.

"Wanna stay like this for a while?"

You nod.

"Mm. Sleepy."

"Stay like this, then. I'll wake you in a little."

"So you can kick me out?" You joke, trying to pretend nothing is different. He pauses.

"Just to shower," He whispers, hand resting on your lower back "Sleep."

There's too much to think about. Tomorrow will be strange. You let yourself succumb to your own exhaustion.

"Okay."

#return to sender #daddy kink cw #oliver x reader #oliver aiku x reader #oliver aiku smut #bllk x reader #bllk smut #writing tag #this wouldve become a 10k fic if i was not so fucking careful

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satoruhour · 7 months

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new jjk episode spoilers!!!! but my GOD IVE JUST SEEN THIS AND the way gojo is playing with that blindfold of his at the end..... tugging on the fabric and letting it snap back to his face. that little glimpse of his eyes. pulling it so far and teasing us and what if he just looooves doing it to your panties too? gojo has been a goddamn tease for the whole night after a lazy day with you and he’s just done babysitting nanami’s kid and putting him to sleep but seeing him with a child has got your stomach feeling funny and heart turning. the way he bounces his supposed nephew up and down and sings goofily to him, my god it’s got you thinking what if you forged a life of your own? but besides that, the kid has gotten both your attentions for the whole day that you cant even give each other kisses or cuddle!!!

so when hes finally got you in your bed and making out after being interrupted at every waking moment by nanami’s kid — it’s messy btw. your hands are everywhere and you’re straddling your boyfriend, groaning into his mouth and his hair is sticking up everywhere. he’s also ruined, a hard-on in his pants, his hands kneading at the skin at your waist and his tongue on your mouth. it’s filthy and satoru is quick to flip your positions and kiss down your body, taking his sweet time. he sucks hickeys into your skin and moans into your neck, he hikes your shirts up and plays with your nipples, sucking softly and enjoying the frustrated expression you have on.

“patience, sweets,” you blow a raspberry and it only gains a laugh out of gojo, but soon enough he’s kissing down your happy trail, still awfullyyyyy slow but he’s prompting you to lift your hips off the bed soon enough. it’s only your pants, though, discarded with an absentminded throw and all your bf does is smile.

“what?” you narrow your eyes.

“oh, nothin’, just thought maybe you planned this,” gojo traces the seam of your underwear, slipping a finger under and going back where he came from, from left hip to right, “wearing my favourite panties.”

you deadpan, “satoru. it’s a plain black pair of undies.”

“so?” gojo then pulls the edge and lets it snap back to your skin. you jump, “like you in anything black.”

he tugs on the fabric like he’s doing the striptease instead, pulling it down your hips and up again and the beating-around-the-bush has got you equally annoyed and also turned on.

“oh?” you can feel his breath on your thigh, “so wet . .”

“but you can’t eve—”

gojo tuts, going into dangerous territory and dragging his finger down along the leg opening part of the garment. there he traces down, down, down to your crotch and he pulls the panties. the brief relief of your pussy makes you softly moan, and snap!

the wet, soaked middle of your undies hit your cunt and you squeal at the feeling, hands scrambling to grab at his other free hand. he indulges you and twines his fingers with yours — such a sweet gesture to the lewd things he’s about to say.

“i can smell you, baby.”

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h0e4jongho · 2 months

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Good Girl

Seonghwa X Reader

WC : 1.3K

TW : Brat reader, Daddy Hwa, Daddy kink, name calling (good girl, whore, slut) Punishment (spanking) Unprotected ( dont be silly wrap it up ) Cream pie

Based on my head cannon - Ateez; who's a dom, sub or switch?

"I don't know who's worse you or Woo" Seonghwa seethe's as he pulls you through the door of your shared apartment. You cant help but giggle at him, even though you knew it was a bad idea. Just like you knew it was a bad idea to tease him through San's birthday dinner but you couldn't help it. You and Wooyoung made a bet who could get Seonghwa the most flustered and mad and its safe to say that when you slipped your hand up his thigh to his crotch you won.

Seonghwa figured out what was going on fairly quickly, after you gripped his semi hard cock through his pants making his leg jerk and hit the table, Woo called you out for not playing fair, to which you just laughed. "Oh you think it's funny" He asked you now, stopping in the middle of the living room. "No Hwa, not funny" you said with a shit eating smile on your face. His large hand coming up to grip your chin "Its not at all" he says in a very stern tone. His eyes quickly shift to your mouth still held in a small smirk between his fingers. "I think you need to be taught a lesson"

Before you can protest you are being picked up, Seonghwa has you over his shoulder as he makes his way to the couch. "Hwa put me down!" you beat on his back gently not putting up much of a real fight. He eventually puts you down before he sits down on the couch. You barley have a moment to get your legs under you before you are pulled down onto his lap on your stomach. "Hwa please, I'll be good" you try and plead as he is pushing your dress up over your ass. You are internally cursing yourself for wearing a thong tonight. Your ass on full display to him.

"You should have thought of that before you wanted to grab my cock in the middle of dinner" he says, his hand absentmindedly running across your pale skin, sending shivers up your spine. "Its going to be a week before I'm able to look Joong in the face" You scoffed at this, you knew dang well they all bragged to each other about the crazy shit that happened in their bedrooms. Before you could make a comment stating so you felt the crack of his hand meeting your bare skin. The sound coming out of your mouth a mix of a yell and a whimper. Not long after the first came a second and a third. You could feel the welts forming on your skin. Tears sprang to your eyes on the third slap.

"You think it's so fun to be a brat. Being a little whore, had to grab my cock at dinner couldn't even wait till be got in the car" a fourth slap meets your skin. At this point he has his other hand holding your lower back to keep you in place as you cry out in pain at each slap. Your face streaked with tears. "Please Haw pleaseee ow Stop please" you cry as the 5th smack came down. "Good girls take their punishment, are you my good girl or no?" He asks gently rubbing your skin now, soothing a bit of the sting he caused. "Yes" you let out in a sob. "Yes what" he asks as he lifts his hand again. "Yes Daddy" you cry out as another slap is delivered "That's my girl" his hands coming down now to massage your tender skin.

Before you know it you feel his fingers dip low between your legs, gliding along the your cloth covered slit. You know your panties are soaked, his punishments always turning you on. You hear the low groan he releases from deep in his throat. "You were such a good girl for me" he says as one hand grips the band of your underwear pulling it to the side, exposing you to the cool air. His other hand coming up to cup your dripping core. His finger sliding back and forth over your entrance teasing you.

"Please Hwa, Iv been good" you plead, trying to push your hips back onto his hand. Before you can give any real effort your being handled again. He's pulled you up and has you straddling his waist. His hands coming up to cup your tear stained face. "My precious baby girl" he coos at you while he swipes away your tears. "You took your punishment so well. Such a good girl. You learned your lesson right?"

You shake your head up and down yes. The smile that spreads across his face at this warms your heart. He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips "I think you deserve a reward my love, you did so good for me" again you shake your head yes enthusiastically. His hands sliding down to your hips, as his mouth attaches to your neck. Your hands find purchase on his shoulder as he begins to drag your body over the bulge in his pants. The only sounds filling the room are your needy whines and the sound of Seonghwa's mouth on your skin.

"Hwa please" you begin to plead. "That's not how we ask for things is it princess" he mumbles against your skin. "Please Daddy" you whine, looking down at the large wet spot you have left on his grey sweats. "Just cause you asked so sweetly" he smiles again, his hands going to the waistband of his pants and pulling them down just enough to free his hard cock. The sight of which makes your mouth water. Before you know it he has one hand on your hip the other pulling your panties to the side as he positions you over his leaking tip.

Ever so slowly you sink down on him, the burn of the stretch elating a moan from you. It takes a minute before you can fully take him, your clit snug against his pelvis. You cant help but let out little whimpers as you adjust. "Shhh its okay pretty baby, Daddies right here" he says as he brushes the hair back from your neck, one hand gently gripping the back of your neck. Before long he has you grinding against him, your clit dragging against his skin, the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside you only he could. It's not long before your first release crashes over you. Your walls contracting around him, making him moan out.

"That's a good girl" he kisses your mouth "Daddies going to fuck you now baby" he mumbles against your lips. His hands coming to a bruising grip on your waist as he starts to hoist you up before bringing you back down on his cock. Your head is thrown back as the dirtiest sounds escape your parted mouth. Before long he is using his legs to help thrust up into your core. The wet sounds, mixed with both of your moaning the only thing to be heard. "Cum one more time for me baby" he coo's at you while he hammers away "Give daddy one more" One of his hands snakes down and his skilled fingers quickly find your clit, rubbing small circles into your throbbing nerve.

You're quickly thrown over the edge again, walls forming a vice grip on his cock as he hurried it deep inside of you. A few seconds later he lets out the pretties moan you have heard as you feel the tip of his cock twitch inside you, paining your walls white. You collapse forward, your head nuzzling into the side of Seonghwa's neck as you pant out. You feel his hands running along your back, pushing your hair out of your face "That's my girl" he says as he kisses the top of your head "That's my good girl"

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inkskinned · 1 year

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i. there's this phrase: bloom where you are planted.

ii. something i should maybe talk to my therapist about is that all of my daydreams involve me helping people. when i picture meeting celebrities, i'm usually just suggesting therapy to them. there's just not a lot left for me to get out of this world, i feel like - like with this time left i might as well use it for kindness.

iii. according to the gardening map, i was raised in Zone 6 of plant hardiness. i think that's kind of funny. i am good with plants, and keep too-many of them. i learned young about the colors of hydrangeas - how you cant tell the pH of the soil by it.

iv. they tore down both of the schools i attended as a kid. most of the forests we walked in have been turned into apartment complexes. there's nothing really left of the places i've been.

v. tumbleweeds are liminal things - they are carcasses that carry their seeds along with them. a plant that evolved to move. we have so much to learn about nature, and the way that happenstance creates miracles. can you imagine the beauty of that? i think so often about how the roots of a tree often take up the same shape and circumference of its branches. i think so much about carnivorous plants; those that eat with no stomach. about where plants store their "knowledge."

vi. i'm not going to write about who i was or what i did to myself before i left. only three things, which will make sense if you are the type of person i buried in that ditch. the first is that i ended up getting tattoos to cover it. the second is that setting boundaries still makes me uneasy. and the third is that i am constantly shocked at the fact i have actually made it to the place where i'm happy.

vii. there's this ongoing joke amongst those of us who keep plants: you don't really get a say in whether or not the plant wants to be dead. i'm excellent at orchids, but i kill every ivy i've ever met. i have been rotating one particular rescue plant around my apartment, trying to figure out what exactly is the right amount of sun for it. the truth is that sometimes things will never survive being kept.

viii. i used to daydream about joining the circus. about an alien abduction. i used to picture meeting celebrities and whispering please fucking get me out of this. did you know the quote originally came from a bishop? when i googled it, google told me the meaning is don't take what you have for granted. make the most of what you are given.

ix. sometimes i think about my 17 year old self. it's been happening a lot lately. i keep watching her through my memories, how she clawed herself raw, scratching at the walls. we got out, is the thing. i know we thought about staying. but oh, fuck dude: we could have never bloomed if we'd stayed planted.

#is this anything?#warm up #plants #fussy orchids that hate all environments: we love u miss raquel #''hardy'' ivy that has like 12 ''u can't kill this one!!!'' notes attached to it:#i hate u and i am GOING to die now #is this bc i saw this quote on the back of a car? yeah

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all hers, part viii

summary: Wes is acting weird. Weirder than usual. Ghostface!Tara

warnings: (+18), ghostface!tara, possessive behaviors, murder of an established character.

word count: 4k

a/n: peep the murder warning for this one, thought we’d get stabby again ;) as always, thanks so much for the love and let me know what you want to see next!

Wes is acting weird. Weirder than usual.

You’ve felt it ever since the night of Amber’s party. He had always been one of Tara’s quieter friends. Shy, almost. But he was sweet, and he’d always had a lot in common with Tara. They both liked those awful, gory horror movies. Video-games. They had the same taste in food and in books. In fact, out of all of Tara’s friends, you think you liked Wes the most. He’d been the first to welcome you into the group when you’d started dating Tara, and he always went out of his way to make you feel like you belonged.

But over the past week he’d been acting even stranger.

It had started in the cafeteria on Monday, when you’d arrived late to lunch and climbed into your usual spot in Tara’s lap. He’d watched you close as you’d kissed her softly, fed her the last of your grapes. He was just lonely, you figured. He wanted a girlfriend of his own, maybe.

But then Tuesday he’d looked down at your entwined hands in the hall and made a face. Something you couldn’t quite place in his expression.

Wednesday he’d left the table the moment you and Tara sat down.

And Thursday he spent the entire biology lesson staring at the back of Tara’s head. And something clicked.

“Wes has a crush on you.” You tell Tara that night. She’s in the kitchen, one hand stirring the potatoes, the other minding the chicken. You’d been thinking about it all afternoon. Stewing about it all afternoon. The idea of him and her made your stomach writhe with hot, wanton jealousy.

Tara looks up at you for a moment. Then, she quirks her eyebrow and snorts.

“It’s not funny.” You tell her, smacking her arm gently.

“Why on earth would you think that?” She asks. She’s amused, you can tell by the sparkle in her eyes. You’re not laughing.

“I caught him staring at you today.” You say, “All through biology. He couldn’t take his eyes off you.”

She stirs the chicken, a smile playing on her lips.

“Maybe he was daydreaming.” She suggests, a little wry.

“Babe. He wasn’t daydreaming. He was staring. He has a crush on you.”

Tara puts down her spoon, reaches for you.

“Wes doesn’t have a crush on me,” Tara assures. She pulls you into her, presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “He’s like my brother. You have nothing to worry about.”

She makes her point with a kiss. Strokes the hair out of your eyes.

“It’s not you I’m worried about.” You mumble. You feel hot, a little tingly. It had been hard for you at first to understand why Tara got so angry when she thought someone liked you. You think you understand it now. Anger burns under your skin. Anger towards him.

“Stop worrying.” She kisses you once more. Retracts to go back to her cooking, “Wes is harmless. And he doesn’t like me. I’ve known him forever.”

It feels unfair, the way she’s allowed to brush this off so easily. Your mind can’t help but wander. Dan. Sam. Sadie. Chase. Amber. All with one thing in common.

“If he had a crush on me, you’d have killed him by now.” You don’t often bring it up, the elephant in the room. It was unspoken between you. Like if you didn’t talk about it, it didn’t exist.

Tara looks up at you. She isn’t smiling anymore.

“That’s different.” She says, quiet. Your lip twitches.

“How?”

“You know how.”

You do know how. She’d explained it, one night when you were entwined and your curiosity had gotten the better of you. The Rage, she’d called it. She described the feeling. Hot, ever-present, like burning bright fury coursing through her veins.

��Well, maybe that’s how I’m feeling right now.”

It feels like a low blow, the moment the words leave your lips. If you were honest, you had no idea what The Rage felt like. This was something different. Something less. Insecurity, maybe. Jealousy. You didn’t want Wes thinking of your girlfriend the way only you were supposed to.

“So what are you saying?” Tara asks, “You want to kill him? You want me to kill him?”

You hesitate a moment.

“No. Of course not.”

“Good.” She says. There’s tension in her shoulders. She stirs the potatoes, a little more violently, “Because I won’t. He’s my friend.”

She points her spatula at you, accusingly, “And besides, you made me promise-”

“I know.” You cut her off. Rub your eyes, “I’m sorry. Forget it. I don’t know why I said that.”

You lean into her, press your forehead to her shoulder. She’s tense. You press your lips to the back of her neck, trying to soothe her. Trying to apologize.

“You’re right, he was probably daydreaming.” You say and she relaxes.

Wes isn’t in school the next day. It’s still there in the back of your mind, the idea that he wants your girlfriend. You try to shake it, the horrible feeling of suspicion that seeps into your bones. He has no chance with her even if he does like her, you tell yourself, She loves you. She wants you.

If nothing else you can believe that.

It’s Friday, date night, and Tara’s taking you out to a new place that opened up a couple of towns over. You want to wear something special, look nice for her, so you insist she drives you back to your house so you can grab your outfit after school. She parks in her usual spot, down a small side street so your dad doesn’t see her and switches off the engine.

“I’ll only be five minutes.” You tell her, leaning over the console of the car to kiss her, “Thanks, baby.”

And you exit the car and dash up to the house.

Your dad isn’t home, a small blessing, so you make your way upstairs and rifle through your closet, looking for the dress you want.

Not a minute later, someone is ringing your doorbell.

When you answer, it’s Wes standing at the door.

He looks terrible. Dark circles under his eyes. He’s jittery, nervous. He swallows when he sees you.

“YN.” His voice is serious, “Can I come in?”

This is it, you think as he plays with the can of soda you’ve offered him, he’s about to tell me he’s going to make a play for my girlfriend.

He’s refused your offer to sit down so you stand, watching as he paces back and forth through your kitchen.

Your stomach writhes, that familiar feeling of jealousy sinking in.

Tara will rebuff him.

It’s that voice in your head, trying to calm you.

But then again, what if she doesn’t?

Wes sits. Flattens his hands on the table. His knee is bouncing, nervous. He looks as though he might throw up.

“I have to tell you something.”

You blink back at him. Grit your teeth.

“Alright.”

You wait, but he takes a minute. Decent of him to pay you a visit, you think briefly, as decent as a person could be when he’s about to try and steal your girlfriend from you. Your mind flashes to all those times he’d been with her alone. Taking her to the cinema to watch whatever latest slasher was showing. Talking for hours with her about the importance of elevated horror over a plate of fries at the local diner. You wonder if that’s how he’d fallen for her. A beautiful girl talking animatedly with him about a bunch of teenagers who’d been carved up by a masked killer.

If only he knew.

“I don’t want you to freak out.” Wes says. His eyes are wide, earnest. “I’ve thought really long and hard about this and I wanted to come here first. You deserve the truth.”

He runs a hand through his bleached hair. He’s handsome, you suppose. You could see the appeal. They’d make an attractive couple. Your heart clenches painfully at the thought.

Tara loves you. Tara’s killed for you. Tara doesn’t want him.

The voice is back. You’re grateful for it. Wes could tell Tara he wanted her until he was blue in the face, it wouldn’t make a lick of a difference.

“Wes-” You say. You think for a moment, trying to pick your words carefully, “I know what you’re going to say. And-”

“You don’t.” Wes says. His leg is bouncing again, “Please, YN. I need to get this out now or I won’t be able to say it.”

You stare.

“Do you remember that party a few weeks back? The night Amber died?” His voice is shaky, uneven. You frown. That’s when Wes realized he was in love with Tara? The night one of his best friends was being murdered?

“Of course.” You say.

Your phone buzzes in your hand. You look down at it, see Tara’s name flash across the screen.

almost done babygirl? not getting any younger over here.

“Is that Tara? Don’t answer it.” Wes says, voice urgent. “Please.”

You put your phone on the counter.

“Wes, I have dinner reservations. Whatever you need to say-”

“My mom has this theory.” He interrupts, “I’ve overheard her talking about before. The attacks, they’re not random. They’re all connected.”

Something niggles at you in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m confused.” You say, “What are we talking about?”

“Amber made a pass at you that night.” Wes continues on as if he didn’t hear you, “In front of all of us, do you remember?”

Your stomach flips. Wes is staring at you, his eyes wild. Suddenly, you think you’ve got everything wrong.

“Yes.” You say, voice low, “So what?”

“Sadie was your ex-girlfriend. Chase was your best friend.” Wes says, “Everyone knew he liked you. Including Tara.”

The room’s getting smaller, closing in. You press your hand to the counter, suddenly wishing you’d sat down.

“The other two - I don’t know, maybe they liked you. Maybe you had a thing with one of them at some point.” He’s rambling but you can barely hear him. “I think they were killed because they liked you. Same with Sadie, same with Chase, same with Amber.”

The blood’s rushing to your head. You grip the counter so hard your fingers turn white.

Wes doesn’t seem to notice. He takes another shaky breath, looks you straight in the eyes.

“I think Ghostface is killing people who are connected to you.” He says. “YN, I think Tara is Ghostface.”

The room spins. The hair on the back of your neck rises tall. Every atom in your body courses thick, fast, in a mesh of panic and fear and confusion.

He knows.

His eyes are wide, desperate to convince you.

“Please don’t panic.” He says. He rises, reaches for you. His hands press hard around your forearms. Your face is white, he must see how you look as if you might pass out.

“I know it sounds crazy. I know it’s a shock. But I’m certain. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t certain.”

Your mouth opens, then closes. You have questions, so many questions. You want to know how he knows, what he knows. You want to know everything. You don’t know how to ask.

“Have you told anyone else?” The most pressing question spills from your mouth before you can stop it. His mom is the sheriff, god, his mom is the sheriff. If she knows it’s over. Tara will be in a cell by sunset.

He shakes his head, wildly, “No. I wanted to come to you first. I wanted to keep you away from her before she could hurt you too.”

You exhale. You can’t hide your relief. He catches it, his eyes knit tight in confusion.

“YN, do you understand what I just told you? Tara is Ghostface.”

You take a breath. Look him in the eye. Wes is sweet. He’s nice. And Tara is his friend. You can talk him down, you know you can.

“Wes, that’s-” You take a shaky breath, “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

He stares at you, shakes his head.

“No, no it’s not. YN-”

“Tara is not Ghostface.” You tell him firmly, “She’s my girlfriend. She’s your friend.”

“It’s her, YN. I’m sure. Think about it. Where was she, that night that Amber died?” He’s staring at you, searchingly, desperate to convince you.

“She was with me.” You insist, “She drove me home. I stayed with her, in her bed. She was with me the whole night. If she had left, I would have known.”

Something flickers behind his eyes. His eyebrows knit tight in confusion.

“She didn’t drive you home.” He says, voice a little flat. “I saw Sam pick you up. I watched Tara put you in the car.”

Your heartbeat pounds. Idiot, you think, of course he saw you. why did you lie?

The look in your eyes is all he needs. His blue eyes blink back at you as he pieces it together. Hurt, confusion, realization.

“Oh my god.” He says, as it dawns on him, “You already know. You already know it’s her.”

Your fingers grip white on the countertop. You swallow hard.

“Wes. You’re confused. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

He backs away from you slowly, runs his fingers through his bleach blonde hair.

“I can’t believe this. I can’t fucking believe this. Are you in on it with her?” He’s staring at you with wide eyes. He’s scared.

“I’m such a fucking idiot.”

“Wes, calm down.” You reach for him but he jerks back away from you. “Wes.”

Your mind races. In all your effort to unravel his theory, you’d only confirmed it more. Tara flashes through your mind. Her sweet smile. Dark, chocolate-eske eyes. Freckle-kissed face.

You think of Wes driving madly to the police station, pointing the finger at her. You think of the Sheriff pulling up to Tara’s house in a squad car and dragging her away in handcuffs.

You think of Tara in a cell. Tara in an orange jumpsuit. The smack of the Judge’s gavel as he declares he guilty and locks her away for life. Far away from Woodsboro. Far away from you.

You’re thinking of her when you grab the knife.

It happens in a flash. Wes launches himself at the door, trying to make a break for it. Adrenaline rushes through you. The handle is cool around your palm as you wrap your fingers around it. You surge forward, grab the back of Wes’ shirt and tug him towards you. In a panicked, heavy swing, you thrust the knife forward and sink it into Wes’ back.

He cries out, stumbles forward onto the carpet. The knife is lodged deep between his shoulder blades. You don’t think, you act. Rush forward and take the handle between your fingertips. He yells out again as you pull the blade out. Thrust it forward once more, then twice, then three times until his whimpering is dying down and your hands are coated thick with his blood.

He falls limp beneath you, face down on the cool tile of the kitchen floor. Your hands shake as the knife clatters to the fall.

Over the blood in your ears, you hear your phone buzzing.

You stumble backwards, grab it from the kitchen counter. It’s Tara, her smiling face looks back at you as you coat the phone bloody.

“Five minutes my ass.” Her voice is light, she’s teasing, “Maybe I need to buy you a watch.”

“Tara.” You whimper into the phone. Your hands are shaking. You stare down at Wes’ bloodied body.

He stares back at you, lifeless. Dead.

“Baby?” You hear the concern in her voice, “What’s wrong?”

“Tara,” You gasp into the phone. You feel dizzy, like you might pass out, “Tara, please you have to come, I’ve done something really bad. Tara-”

“Don’t move, I’ll be right there. Stay on the line with me, sweetheart. Tell me what happened.”

But you can’t, you don’t even know it yourself. It’s all a blur. The shake of Wes’ knee, his blue eyes earnest, worried. Fearful as he backed away from you. Glassy now as he stares back at you. Tears roll down your face as you sob into the phone.

By the time you hear the front door open, you’ve sunken down into the floor, wide-eyed, clutching the phone in your hands as you look at the sight in front of you.

When she enters, you watch as she freezes. Blood splattered across the floor. On the ceiling. All over you. Wes’ lifeless body at the center. Her eyes linger on him, wide and mournful.

“Baby. What have you done?”

“I had no choice.” You feel tears spill from your eyes. The awful metallic smell of blood permeates from your red hands. “He knew, Tara, he knew.”

She’s moving over to you, kneeling down to your level. You sob as you feel the warmth of her on you, her fingers on your face, brushing your blood soaked hair out of your eyes, on your shoulders, tugging you into her.

“He knew what, baby?”

She takes your hands, looking for something, inspecting. Cuts, maybe. There’s no point. It’s all his blood.

You choke back a sob. She pulls you in close.

“He knew you were Ghostface.” You say, tears are streaming thick and fast down your face now, “He came here to tell me. He didn’t know I knew.”

Your voice shakes, “He was going to go to the police, I had no choice-”

“Oh, honey.” She pulls you into her, nestles her hand in your hair. You choke back a sob. Press your face to her chest. Her scent, her arms around you soothe you instantly. But you don’t deserve it, you don’t deserve her comfort. You just killed somebody.

“Tara, what did I do?”

“Hey. It’s alright.” Her hands are either side of your face, cupping your cheeks. “It’s going to be okay.”

She presses a long kiss to your lips. Your lips quiver against hers.

“It’s all going to be okay.” She murmurs as she pulls back. You feel her take charge, “You’re going to go and get into the shower. Wash your hair. Scrub under your nails. Put the clothes you’re wearing in a plastic bag and wait for me upstairs, okay? I’m going to clean this up.”

A fresh wave of tears falls thick down your face.

“Tara-”

“Baby. I need you to be strong for me now. Okay? Tell me what you’re going to do.”

You swallow. Her voice is urgent, her eyes flitting between yours.

“Baby.”

“I’m going to shower. I’m going to wash my hair and scrub under my nails. And then I’m going to put my clothes in a plastic bag and wait for you upstairs.”

She kisses you.

“Good girl.” She murmurs against your lips, “That’s my good girl. It’s all going to be okay, sweetheart.”

You shudder as she retracts.

“Where’s your dad? What time will he be home?”

You didn’t even think about him. Panic swells in your chest, fills your eyes.

“I don’t know. God, Tara, if he comes home and sees this-”

Her hands grip firm around your shoulders.

“Shh. It’s okay. Don’t panic. Just think. Where is he usually on a Friday? What time does he finish work?”

You blink, struggle as you think hard.

“Friday drinks.” You say, finally, “He goes to that bar on 2nd with his work friends. He’s not home until like eight.”

“Good.” Tara says. She presses a kiss to your forehead, “See? Everything will be fine. Now go upstairs, and do exactly what I said.”

You try not to think.

You shower, exactly like she said. Put your clothes in a bag and leave them on the bathroom floor.

Then you slip into one of Tara’s old hoodies and curl up into your duvet and press your eyes closed. Try not to think about how Wes had felt under you as you drove your knife into him. Try not to think about his screams.

She doesn’t come up for a while. You hear her down there, moving around. You can smell the bleach wafting up the staircase. Finally, after what seems like hours she’s moving into the bathroom and turning on the water.

She’s naked when she emerges, drops her towel and rifles through your wardrobe for an outfit. Slips on a pair of your sweatpants and an old t-shirt.

“What did you do with him?” Is the first thing you say. Salt on your lips from the tears. You can still taste the metallic twang of his blood.

“Don’t worry about that. Come on sweetheart, we’re leaving.” She pulls you up out of bed, wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“Where are we going?”

“Home.”

The kitchen is immaculate. Scrubbed down, perfectly clean. Almost like it never happened. There’s a large suitcase by the door when you get down the stairs. You stop in your tracks. Your heart drops.

“Tara, is he in there?”

Her hands are strong on your back as she leads you forward.

“Yes he’s in there. It’s broad daylight, sweetheart. It was the only way.”

You didn’t even think about the logistics. The clean-up. The neighbors. The body. The body that was inside your Dad’s suitcase.

“What are you going to do with him?” Bile rises in your throat. Tara rubs your back, presses her lips to the side of your head.

“It’s better if you don’t know, babe. Come on, let’s get in the car.” She tries to pull you forward, but you resist.

“Tara. I want to know.”

She stares at you for a long moment.

“I’m going to wait until it’s really late and then I’m going to drive out to the river and dump him in it.”

The hairs on the back of your neck stand. She doesn’t allow you a moment longer to think.

“Baby. Come on.”

The drive home feels like a dream. You stare out through the windshield, trying to blink back your tears. Her hand grips yours tight over the center console. The radio blares some pop song. Kids play in the street. Grief washes through you. Grief you caused yourself.

Tara helps you out of the car, half carries you upstairs to her bedroom. You can’t stop thinking about him. He’d been here only a couple of weeks ago, laughing and smiling and smoking weed in the living room. The lump in your throat aches at the thought.

You curl up under Tara’s covers. Breathe deep, trying to surround yourself in her scent. You feel her tuck herself into you, arms wrapping tight around your waist, not an inch of space between you. Her lips ghost the back of your neck.

“Are you hungry?” She’s murmuring, “I’m going to order us some food.”

“We’ve missed our reservation.” You say, a million miles away. You could have been there by now. Sharing a plate of sushi and holding her hand over the table.

“We’ll go next week.” She promises, as if things are perfectly normal and there isn’t a body in a suitcase in the trunk of her car. As if it isn’t your fault he’s in there.

“His mom’s going to be so upset.” You can’t stop the tears from flooding over now. You’d met Wes’ mom once. Judy, the town sheriff. She was a hard ass. And she loved her son with everything she had. Tara squeezes you tight.

“Don’t think about that, honey.”

“I’m an awful person.” You whimper.

“No you’re not. You did what you had to do.” Her voice is firm, “You were protecting me. The way I protect you.”

She kisses your neck. You close your eyes, try not to think. Feel the beat of her heart, the warmth of her body pressed against you. The sweet smell of her shampoo. Coconut, you think, coconut and vanilla.

“If you didn’t do what you did, I’d be gone now. I’d be locked away. They’d take me far away from you.”

At that, you turn in her arms. Lean up to kiss her, fierce.

“Nobody’s taking you from me.” You say. You lock your hands around her neck, brush your nose against hers. “Nobody.”

Not Wes, and certainly not Judy. You’d die without her. You’d kill to keep them from her. She’s yours. She belongs with you.

Your heartbeat steadies, slightly. You take a shaky breath as you look into the warm brown of her eyes. Brush your fingertips over the spatter of freckles across her nose. She’s everything to you. She’s more important than anyone else. Anything else.

“Nobody.” She affirms.

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HEYYYYYYYYYY<<33333

bc ilysm, i drew some stuff (im so normal abt Thawed like actually normal no no i am not insane at all ahah,,,)

(that time mc got burnt like a bicken nugget, aftermath of ch2)^^

(when shit went south, like, before ch3. that time mc began HATIN)^^

the way bro fumbled (aftermath of mc leaving)^^

i cannot count how many times I've read this godsent blessed fic u made. its running in my blood. injected into my dna. im the numero uno biggest Thawed fic dick rider ong. if Thawed never existed i would be DEAD. ur writing is just so HNNDBSJSJXHNSJDGCGJWJSNXHS yeah. it makes me wanna jump off a cliff in a good way. giving u the biggest smackiest juiciest slimiest kiss of the century for making this masterpiece dawg🩷🩷🩷

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here's an extra: lyney basically pestered his twin to teach him how to braid (i hc lynette to be doing the lil side braid in his hair for him) so that he can braid mc's hair and be close to her for a long period of time (he's taking his sweet sweet time)

im the most normal Thawed fan I swear on my left ballsack 😭🙏

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eisukevint · 1 month

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gojo satoru x muslim!reader ramadan hcs ✧

lil promt so you all dont come for me: he reverted a year ago and its his first ramadan as a muslim and your husband

a/n: ramadan mubarak !! 9 days of ramadan have passed already dang, time’s passing so quickly. this ramadan has been a little less hard, probably because its not hot ?? anyways, i hope the rest of this holy month may be full of blessings for everyone <3

also, not the first time ive written for jjk but you all dont know that since ive never posted so first jjk work??

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

• he’s so excited like actually, its his first ramadan with you and he wants to make the most of it. he decorates the house with fairy lights and ramadan decorations saying he saw online how people do this stuff when ramadan starts.

• says he’ll stay up until sehri with you but you both end up falling asleep while you were telling him funny stories about your family and you during ramadan. always sneaks sweets during sehri saying he needs that extra sugar to work him through the day.

• drinks an entire gallon of water 2 minutes before sehri ends ‘just making sure i’m not thirsty during the day’ he says as he almost chokes on all that water he’s consuming.

• he feels the burn, like my man is struggling but he’s trying his very best. the first few days are the hardest for him as he’s not used to fasting so if his stomach rumbles he justs tells it to shut up. checks time every five minutes to see if its time for iftar yet.

• whenever you’re reciting Quran, he sits near you and listens attentively. he adores it when you recite it out loud, it always calms him.

• punctual with his prayers, period. makes wudhu before every prayer but when he finds out its not obligatory, he definitely tries to keep his wudhu until isha prayer and as soon as he’s done, he makes a dash for the toilet.

• if any of his students ask why he’s fasting, he’d give an elaborate explanation of what ramadan actually is and why its so important for muslims. theyre so fascinated by the concept that they try fasting with you both for a day.

• he always helps you with iftar, no matter how busy or tired he is. helps you clean up after and you both take turns to do the dishes everyday

• if you say youre gonna pray 20 rakaat for taraweeh, he’ll definitely do the same like he’s committed and actually does it until you see him limping out of the masjid.

• wore his nike air force to masjid once and got them stolen. he was baffled like ??? why would someone steal slippers of all things?

• he thinks jam e shireen vs rooh afza debate is pointless. when he tasted both of them, he decided he’s a jam e shireen person through and through. he’d fight with anyone over this

• tries to not hover all over you during the day when youre fasting but after iftar, he loves cuddling with you <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

its kinda short but my brain’s not keeping up with all the bio chemistry ive been doing so this is it for now :> i might make eid headcanons

#gojo satoru #gojo #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #ramadan #headcanon #jjk #jjk x reader #muslim reader #this is 3 am torture #jjk gojo

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 8 months

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omg hi babe it's been so fucking long im not even sure if you remember me but how are you love omg 💗

i had like the worst fucking day ever and lately my mental health has been so fucking horrible and i just wanted to see if you could write a cute little fic ab reader having a horrible day and accidentally snapping at peter quill abt it and feeling annoyed by him a bit. you can write it whenever you want mwah 🫶🫶

but how are you doing omg ive been keeping up w u and your drabbles are so fucking cute omg 😭💗💗

ily mwah

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hii!! AAAH!! ofc I remember you, ive missed you omg!! im really sorry you’ve been having a hard time bby, I hope this can be of some comfort to you. I got a little carried away as I love comfort fics sm and must admit I kinda needed it too😭 but im doing good, hope things are going well for you too (or as well as they can) you’re so sweet thank you😩 ily angel💗 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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got your back

peter quill x fem!reader

word count: 807

warnings: little angsty? reader snaps at quill and mentions of reader being insecure in the relationship. fluffy ending

✧.┊ MASTERLIST

Peter has many admirable qualities, his most endearing being his deep-rooted ability to empathise. You adored how he cares so deeply about others, especially the ones he loves most. It was one of the things that drew you to him the most.

Lately, you have been having a rough time, so to speak, and things weren't going in your favour. Your boyfriend, Peter, was aware and did everything he could for you to feel better, even if it was only for a little while.

Every day was different. Some days were easier, others, not so much, and it just so happened that today was one of the more difficult days. It was the kind of day where everything went wrong. The day where your clothes get caught in every door handle, the kind where you drop everything you hold. The sort of day that leaves you with an empty pit in your stomach when you finally catch a minute alone.

Peter was always so kind and patient with you that it often made you question what you did to deserve him. For you, he's loving and caring, sweet and funny, the perfect combination of all the best traits a person could have.

You felt overwhelmed with many things and the self-doubt that Peter would find someone better than you weighed heavy on your mind. You were in your bedroom alone, door closed, curtains shut with your head in your palms.

A soft knock on your door interrupts you from your thoughts. "Hey, honey? Everything okay?" Peter asks through the door, his tone full of warmth.

"Yeah," you reply shortly, burying your face in your arms.

"Are you sure? You can talk to me," he says. "I'm right here."

"Yes, I'm sure," you respond with more bite, growing frustrated.

"Okay, I'm here if you need me," he adds, speaking just as sweetly as before despite your harsh tone.

"I'm fine, just go away!" you snap, throwing a pillow at the door. "Fuck off, just leave me alone."

You didn't have to see his face to know how much your words had hurt him. You regret the sentence as soon as they slipped past your lips, but it was too late. You said them, and they can’t be unsaid.

"Okay," he whispers, tapping on the door as a farewell.

It felt like it had all just got a whole lot worse, and you just tarnished the one thing that made it easier to cope. The guilt was eating you up, and all you wanted to do was apologise. But you told him to leave, so why would he still be here?

You pace your room for a few minutes, gathering your words for an apology while momentarily cursing yourself out. You were scrounging for ways to make it up to him and patch over the mess you made.

With a small pep talk and a final nod, you open your door and see Peter sitting on the floor beside the door, leaning against the wall with crossed legs.

"Hi," you smile weakly.

"Hey," he smiles, an airy tone to his voice, speaking like he finally got his breath back. "I'm sorry— I shouldn't have pushed you. I know how you get. It’s the last thing I wanted—" he anxiously gushes, talking like he had practiced it.

You interrupt, shaking your head. "No, please don't do that. You have nothing to be sorry for. It’s all my fault— I'm so sorry. I should have never spoken to you like that. It all got too much, and I couldn't— I'm just really sorry," you profess, fidgeting with the hem of your sweater.

"I know, honey," he replies, nodding understandingly.

"You're too good to me," you whisper, avoiding his green gaze. "I'm just not used to it."

"I'm still here, baby and I ain't gonna leave you," he says, looking up at you with sweet doeful eyes. "I'm not leaving you like the others."

He extends an arm, his hand reaching for yours as he guides you closer, gently tugging you downwards. He nods at his lap, so you straddle his crossed legs, pressing your chest to his, wrapping your arms around his neck to hug him tighter. His big, warm arms encase you and his hand brushes comforting strokes down your back, as his other clutches the back of your head, holding you like he's protecting you.

You bury your face further into the crook of his neck, silently weeping and embracing him tighter. "I love you," you mumble against his skin, playing with the curls behind his ears.

"I love you," he smiles, pulling back to look at you. He wipes under your eyes, softly brushing away your residual tears. He kisses the damp patch of skin beside your nose, looking at you with nothing but admiration. "... so much."

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quill taglist: @annielr @spacetalbot @bubblezuku @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @queerponcho @selfryed @traiitorjoe

#peter quill #peter quill fanfic #peter quill x reader #peter quill drabble #peter quill fanfiction #peter quill x fem!reader #peter quill imagine #peter quill fluff #peter quill comfort #peter quill x you

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irldiancie · 20 days

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All Kagehina “proof” I know of

Ok i wasnt gonna post this but ive been told by a friend to explain why some might ship Kagehina so... try me. i dont exactly ship this myself but lets just say im a pro when it comes to this topic also it's not as bad as i thought it was there are worse ships idk why i was a hater also i lowkey got some of this from shipping wiki but most of it i knew already, plus NOT ALL OF THIS IS NECESSARILY REFERENCES TO THE SHIP it kinda just adds on to it anyways lets just get into it

ok so starting with common knowledge i think everyone knows that Hinata is the protagonist followed with Kageyama being the deuteragonist, they get the most screen time together and are pretty much paired MOST of the series, we get a lot of content with them together while also getting content of them on their own, they're known as the "freak duo," the "greatest teammates" and like 100 other names they've been called I've seen a lot of people intemperate their relationship wrong, I've seen a few say Kageyama was downright "abusive" to Hinata which I think is a little farfetched, but to each their own! They genuinely do care for each other and it shows, even at the end of the manga you can tell how far their relationship has come, even if they consider themselves rivals, they are without a doubt still friends Now a lot of people have said "well they're not gay they're just friends", while this is true, it has been referenced/implied officially in many places, including manga panels and english dubs, so while it isn't canon there is a few cute things about it which we know are official which is why I'm sharing this, I myself know it isn't canon, plus I didn't really make this to prove anything it was kinda for fun sorry if that made little to no sense but I'll start getting into more interesting stuff 1. at the tip of the iceberg we have the fact they're in so much official art together

theres like a 1000 more of these btw theyre often put near eachother even in official arts not based off them

I have like 1k more of these but i have more proof than this but i think you get my point some of this is probably promo art but that's also considered official art so 2. moving on i think another known one is that Ukai calls them lovebirds ONE TIME in English dub and I have no idea who approved that but I think it's funny and obviously this probably meant nothing but take it as you want video of it here 3. this is kinda randomly thrown in but the fact that they also trust eachother, they've mentioned it a couple times but I think it's nice to know 4. i dont remember when this was or what chapter or something but kageyamas grandfather said "somebody even better will come for you", which just happened to be Hinata of course 5. ALSO after that whole fight scene back in season two, Hinata says this

he didnt really consider kageyama as a friend, but he considered him a partner which i believe is more important to hinata. teammates/partners were always something Hinata wanted, as before he went to Karasuno, he didn't feel like his friends in Junior high were necessarily teammates. Meaning he valued Kageyama more because he was his partner.

(credits to triananero for these images) and when him and Kageyama started working together, they most definitely were perfect together, as they balanced each-other out, which made them become an unstoppable duo or whatever they called them 6. the fact that they have matching jersey numbers 9 and 10 moving on to less canon stuff, there is a light novel of Haikyuu called Haikyū!! Shōsetsuban!! which probably isnt close to canon but Furudate was a part of it even though it wasn't written by him, so it's at least somewhat official 7. anyway according to shipping wiki there is a chapter where Kageyama feels "fluttery feelings at the bottom of his stomach" when Hinata texts him, it's on volume 8 chapter 1, I REALLY WANTED TO SHOW YOU GUYS BUT I COULDNT FIND IT ANYWHERE ONLINE. i searched countless tumblr posts and websites but i could only find chapter five and chapter three so im fully convinced this is lost media LMAOOOO 8. also in Haikyū!! Shōsetsuban!! apparently there's a part where Hinata daydreams about him and Kageyama eating under cherry blossom trees i just found that cute AS MUCH AS I WANNA SHOW YOU GUYS I LITERALLY CANNOT FIND ANYTHING OF THIS LIGHT NOVEL ANYWHERE i just know it's real, if I ever get my hands on it which I doubt, I'll share proof it exists btw AND THIS IS REALLY RANDOM AND SOMEONE WANTED ME TO INCLUDE THIS BUT 9. Basically there was a ad for deodorant a couple years back, collabing with Haikyuu, where you could buy deodorants to “smell like them” or whatever, some shippers believe it’s a Kagehina reference as they also advertised Kageyama and Hinatas scents together as some like matching couple thing

and then there's this

And I think I've said enough, there's way more you can find out about this ship, but I hope with this post you've learned something new or whatever... I MIGHT MAKE THIS A SERIES should i do kenhina next or kuroken ANYWAYS DISCLAIMER I didnt look too much into most of these things but I can gaurentee this stuff is true also this was just for fun and not serious but i hope you liked my little post!

#haikyuu #kagehina #im just rambling #kageyama #tobio kageyama #haikyuu!!#ship #um #PLS ignore all the grammar mistakes i made this wasnt supposed to be serious #i love hinata shouyou #hinata shouyou #shippingpost #haikyu #hi #wht ship should i do next

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idkjustsupersonic · 10 months

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Uhh so never wrote actual smut before aside from my 80+ drafts theres only a few which ive tried to write. I hope this is good 👍🏻

Warnings: protected sex (wear a condom pls), fingering, oral m to f, kissing

The rain fell heavier and heavier as the patrol went on, it was quite boring as for once nothing was going on in Gotham. You and Jason just sat on top of a building eating a Happy Meal each from McDonalds.

"Sometimes I wish Gotham could always be like this," Jason said.

"Same... It's unusually peaceful."

You sipped on your drink as Jason stuffed down the rest of his fries then started sipping on his drink.

You both sat there, finishing off your meals then went to go find a bin. When you did, you placed your rubbish in the bin and went back up to find Jason.

What a surprise, no where in sight. You sat back down as the rain dripped on your face and soaked your hair. It was only 11pm so you had about hour or so until the patrol finishes.

You felt two hands grab your shoulders, making you jump. You turned around, smiling.

“Boo!” Jason yelled, laughing.

“Funny, Todd…”

Jason sat down next to you once again, looking down at the streets.

“Do you want to come back to mine after this?” Jason asked.

“Well, my roommate is probably having some fun with her boyfriend as he’s sleeping around today so why not,” you smiled.

The last hour of the patrol consisted of you both just sitting up on the roof until you followed Jason back to his.

You both went through the window, Jason kicking off his boots and started getting undressed as you came in.

“Get in the shower, Jay. I don’t want to see your ass!” You laughed.

“You’re gonna see way more later, darling,” he laughed back.

You smiled at this, not knowing what he had in plan.

After he got in the shower, you went in the shower and rinsed yourself off. One of Jason’s shirts and a pair of his boxers on the side.

You and Jason were close so it wasn’t really that big of a deal and you both had feelings for each other but you both never had the confidence to tell one another.

You dried yourself as you got dressed into Jason’s clothes and went back to his room.

You laid in his bed next to him, trying not to hog the blanket.

You both kept moving around all night, not being able to sleep.

“Hey, Y/N,” Jason finally broke the silence.

“Yeah?” You replied.

Jason turned over to look at you.

“I love you,” Jason said.

You looked at him, it may of been dark but you looked him straight in the eyes.

“I love you too, Jason,” you said.

You cupped his cheeks with your hands and pulled him into a kiss.

It felt like the most long awaited kiss ever. You two have loved each other since you were both teenagers, it was crazy and you weren’t even going to lie about it.

Jason grabbed your waist and flipped you under him. He released the kiss.

“I don’t think you know how long I was waiting for you to do that,” Jason said.

“Same here,” you smiled.

Jason kissed you again, it was so much more passionate. He then started kissing down your jaw and then onto your neck, leaving hickeys all over it.

You gripped onto his hair, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“Jay-“

“Yes, darling,” he whispered.

“I-I need you,” you said, hesitantly.

He nodded, pulling down his boxers off you. He started rubbing your clit with his fingers and placing kisses on your thighs.

You moaned, grinding your pussy against his fingers.

Jason continued the action then shoved a finger inside you. You moaned loudly, suddenly placing a hand to your mouth.

Jason looked up at you, his other hand grabbing your hand and placing it back down on the mattress.

Jason lips attached to your pussy then he placed another finger into you. You were moaning, sweating and your thighs were shaking around his head.

The coil in your stomach was about to snap but Jason’s mouth unlatched off of you and his fingers were pulled out. Your pussy was clenching around nothing and you were whining at the emptiness.

“Jason, please…” you whined.

“The only time I’ll make you cum, darling, is around my cock,” Jason whispered, pulling down his boxers.

He revealed his hard cock, it wasn’t anything you’ve seen before. It was so thick and long.

Your mouth suddenly went wide open.

“I don’t think that’s going to fit, Jay-“

“I’ll make it fit,” Jason said, cutting you off.

Jason opened a drawer from beside his bed and grabbed a condom. He opened it up and placed it around himself.

“Just tell me when to move,” Jason said.

His eyes were like hawks, they were looking but they also knew exactly what to do and where to go. Jason placed the tip in and continued to slowly thrust the rest. Before just laying there on top of you.

You were moaning, and tears went down your cheeks. It was painful but it slowly turned into pleasure.

Jason kissed you, inhaling your moans and then he started to thrust into you slowly. You grabbed Jason’s shoulders as you didn’t know where else to place your hands as Jason’s hands were on your hips.

Jason then started thrusting faster and faster. Both of your breathings sped up, Jason’s lips came off of yours as he started groaning slightly.

“You’re so tight, baby,” Jason murmured.

Jason continued to abuse your insides, your thighs were shaking and your toes were curling. His tip touching your g-spot every single time.

“Jay, I’m going to cum-“ you moaned.

“Same.”

Jason’s thrusts suddenly got sloppy, he started going faster.

You moaned loudly when you came. The second Jason did, he pulled out and laid down next to you.

“I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had…” Jason whispered.

“Same, I’ve been waiting so long for that,” you whispered back.

Jason got the condom off him and tied it up then placed it in the bin next to his bed.

Jason grabbed his and yours boxers off the floor and he threw yours at you and started placing his on. You shimmied up into the boxers.

“Come here,” Jason said.

You rolled over next to him and he wrapped a hand around your waist and the other on your cheek. You wrapped your hands around his neck and kissed him.

He kissed back and you both kissed each other until you both fell asleep.

The sun came in through the window, Jasons hands resting on your waist and his snoring echoing through the room.

You looked at him as if you were in love and you were. Jason’s eyes started fluttering open, he looked at you with love in his eyes.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” you murmured.

“Morning, beautiful,” he whispered.

You both laid there for a minute before Jason interrupted the silence.

“Y/N, this is a one time thing isn’t it?” Jason said, sounding slightly upset.

“No. No, it’s not, Jay.”

“If it’s not a one time thing, will you be my girlfriend?”

You kissed him. It was like a replay of last night.

“I take that as a yes,” he responded.

You nodded, smiling.

#x reader #x yn #x you #jason todd x reader #fluff #batfamily #batfam #jason todd #x you fluff #smut #red hood #dc robin

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bronzeeditsx · 7 months

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Maya le tissier fanfic part 1!

(sorry if there’s spelling mistakes Ive written most of this late at night)

20th July 2022

BREAKING NEWS Maya Le Tissier has joined Manchester united on a 3 year deal reports say.

You turn away from your phone to your team mates who have been discussing the rumours all week and now it has finally been confirmed.

“Can’t wait to meet her” Millie Turner said from across the room.

“She was hard to get past when we played Brighton”, Leah Galton replied.

The introduction of a new player is always exciting to have, but with her it seemed different.

You watched her enter the training ground already wearing the united training kit with a big smile on her face, a smile so contagious it lit up the whole room up, and she’d been here for 5 minutes, yet it felt it as if you knew her your whole life.

The way she shook your hand to greet you and looked into your eyes as if you were an old friend that haven’t seen each other in a long time, it just felt natural.

Millie Turner must have said something funny because she laughed as she was greeting her making her head slightly tilt backwards.

You couldn’t help but smile.

“What are you smiling at?”, Nikita joked poking your side.

“Nothing” You laughed shaking your head back at her.

A few weeks had past and Maya fitted in straight away, she was always working hard especially in the gym.

Just before the season starts the whole team decided we should go out altogether for a meal before the hard works starts.

It was a fancy restaurant that we were not used to and half the menu seemed pointless. You happened to sit next to Maya who gave you a smile as you were sitting down.

“That suit looks good on you”. Maya said as she ran her fingers so delicately on your shoulder feeling the fabric.

“Why thank you”, You replied feeling yourself start to blush. “Your dress is beautiful”. You said slightly positioning your body towards her.

“Maya what are you going to order?”, Katie asked from across the table.

This diverted her attention off you as she turned to Katie replying she’s going to order pasta.

In them few seconds you missed having her full attention on you which made you think, is there a chance you have some feelings towards her? No that can’t be the case you barely know her, she’s been here for 3 weeks and you’re already jumping to conclusions because she complimented you once, I am really down that bad you thought to yourself slightly shaking your head.

The night went on and before you knew it, it was already 2am due to the amount of drinks that were being ordered.

By that time there was an only a small group of us left.

“Ughh i can’t believe an uber is £30 just get back to my apartment” You sighed.

“I could give you a ride?” Maya replied with a smile, as she hasn’t had much to drink. (don’t be dirty minded😉)

“Are you sure?”. You replied slurring, regretting having them shots ella convinced you to drink.

“Of course” She replied with a smile.

“Thanks”.

“No problem”. She replied slightly stroking your back.

Once you got in the car you turned to look at maya who was rubbing her arms due to the cold winter air.

“You can wear my jacket if you like”, you asked her.

“No it’s ok”, she said smiling “your apartment is only 20 minutes away”.

“Ok, if you get hypothermia don’t blame me”.

“Woww”, she said laughing slightly pushing your shoulder.

You laughed with her.

The drive to her apartment seemed quicker than you hoped as you both listened to the radio almost at full volume.

You saw Maya glance to the side of you and she noticed you didn’t look so well, your arms were now folded onto your stomach and you looked out the window slightly turning away from her.

She quickly parked up just in front of your flat. “Are you ok?”. Maya asked worriedly.

“I think i’ve drank too much”, you chuckled wiping your forehead that was slightly sweating somehow even though it was freezing outside.

“Let’s get inside then”, she said quickly getting out her car and walking round to help you.

As you were about to enter your apartment building a group of guys walked past that you were familiar with.

“Look at the state of her”, one of them remarked and then they all started laughing.

“Hey, leave her alone”, Maya replied back angrily.

“Or what?”.

“Maya it’s ok”. You exclaimed.

Maya walked back up to the guy “I’m gonna sh-”

“Maya let’s go”, You interrupted, walking inside.

Maya sighed smirking at the guy, then slowly turned to follow you.

“Do them guys bother you a lot?”, Maya asked placing an arm around your shoulder as you walked to the lift.

“Sometimes…b-but not often”, you replied avoiding eye contact with her.

“You’re welcome to stay with me if they do”, maya said as you searched for your keys in your bag.

“Thanks, but it’s ok”, you said as you walked out the lift, to your door.

“Are you sure?”, She asked.

You didn’t reply as you did want to stay with her…but for the wrong reason.

Sorry this is so short for now i will continue this if you want me to :)

#maya le tissier #muwfc #muwfc imagine #woso

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mynameismckenziemae · 5 months

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Ain’t No Sunsine When She’s Gone-Chapter IV

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Female Reader (no use of y/n)

Tequila makes her clothes fall off

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

“But I get to put mine on you first.”

You whimper and grind your hips against his; anything for some friction. “Take me inside before we give your neighbors a show”.

Bob nods and kisses you again before pulling away, taking your hand to lead you to the house. He’s got such a cute butt you think and giggle.

“What’s so funny back there?” He asks over his shoulder as he’s trying to unlock the front door

“You’ve got a great ass,” your hands reach out to squeeze it, “I wanna take a bite out of it.” You snort, laughing at yourself.

He laughs too, finally getting the door unlocked. “Thanks, sweetheart,” He turns and pulls you through the doorway, kicking it closed behind you “But it’s nothing compared to yours,” he says as he slides his hands under your dress to grab a cheek in each hand. He squeezes and his eyes widen as he realizes. “Where are your underwear?”

“Must’ve forgotten them at home, my bra too” You bite your lip.

“This whole time—so all night?” He stammers as he’s caressing your ass, he can’t help himself as it’s the first time he’s gotten his hands on your bare skin.

You nod and confirm, “All night”.

“Jesus” he whispers.

You hear a loud thump from Bob’s room and Steve comes flying in, skidding to stop at your legs.

You crouch to greet him. “Hey, buddy. How’s my good boy? Were you good for your daddy this week?” You coo, laughing as he sniffs your ears.

Bob swallows heavily and says, “Come on bud, I’ll let ya out quick”.

You rise and let Bob take him as you head towards his bedroom.

He’s watching Steve through the screen door as you strip your dress off. You’re completely bare as and throw it at his feet. Tequila really does make your clothes fall off. Bob looks down to see what it is and then his gaze turns to you. He almost swallows his tongue.

You smile and turn to slowly walk the rest of the hallway to his room. You can feel his eyes on your ass the whole way.

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You lay back on the pillows as you hear him impatiently call Steve back in, telling him to lay down, “We’ll be out in a little while.”

He slides into the room in his socks, almost falling as he tries to pull his shirt off. His jeans are next but he hesitates at his boxer briefs. “I, I think I’ll leave these on for now, if that’s okay? I want you, God, do I want you l, I just want to wait a bit longer and I just think I’ll be too tempted if I don’t have them on with you being bare and-“

“Bob. It’s okay. Whatever you’re comfortable with is okay. We can stop now if you want. There’s no pressure at all”. You say, sitting up.

He gets onto the bed and moves on hands and knees over you. “No, no. This?” He kisses you hard, pushing his clad erection onto your lower stomach. “This, I am definitely ready for”. He kisses you again, pulling away to trail down your neck. He pays special attention to each nipple with his tongue and teeth until you’re writhing and begging beneath him. “Please Bob” you whine.

He continues lower, sucking a mark right above your pubic bone as your hips arch off the bed. “I’ve read so much about doing this” he murmurs against your thigh, so close to where you want him. “Tell me if I do something you don’t like or something I should do differently”.

You whimper, but nod.

He leans in and licks you slowly from your opening to your clit. You both moan at the contact. “Oh, Sunny girl. You taste so good” he says, licking against your clit. Your hands fly to his hair, weaving your fingers through his strands. He shudders against you when you pull slightly.

You again groan in unison when he licks into you, fucking you with his tongue. You open your eyes that had drifted shut and take him in. Eyes closed, glasses askew, and hips rutting into the bed; he’s enjoying this as much as you. His right hand releases the tight grip he has on the back of your thigh and he works two fingers into you, pumping them in and out slowly. You cry out as he turns them, finding your G-spot.

“Fuck, Bobby. Right there. Just like that baby” you pant. He really must have done his research because he doesn’t change a thing. He keeps the same rhythm, tonguing the same tempo on your bundle of nerves. Your orgasm slams into you, your legs tighten around his ears and your moans increase in pitch as he works you through it, slowing when you shake from overstimulation.

He surprises you when he goes back in, licking you softly. You’re shocked when you feel that familiar pull. “I think, I think I’m gonna cum again” you pant. He nods and keeps up his ministrations, gently coaxing you into another release. You groan as it hits you, riding out the pleasure.

As you’re coming down, Bob gently flicks you with his tongue, once, twice, and again sets you off. “Fuck!” You cry out, tugging his hair.

Your limbs feel like lead as you come down. Your face is wet and you realize you’re crying. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you? What’s wrong?” You hear Bob as he comes to lay beside you, turning you in his arms to hold you.

“I’m more than okay, that was incredible,” you mumble into his chest before you lean back to look at him. “I’ve never gotten off from oral before. I also, uh…I also didn’t know I could get off more than once. That was a first for me. I’m not sure why I’m crying, I think they’re happy tears. I’m sorry.” you laugh wetly, before tucking your head back into his chest.

“Don’t be sorry. That was incredible for me too. Watching you come undone was beautiful.” Bob replies into your hair.

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Once your heart rate returns to normal, you start to trace a line from his nipple down to the band of his briefs. He’s still hot and hard against you, precum staining the front of his boxer briefs. You lean in and flick your tongue on his nipple before pulling it into your mouth. He inhales sharply above you, cock twitching above you. “Do you like that?” You ask, releasing him.

“Yeah, feels good” he confirms. You guide him onto his back and return to his chest. You tease him, biting, sucking, pinching, and pulling; committing each sigh, groan, and whimper to memory.

He’s a mess underneath you, and starting to beg. “Please, Sunny. Please touch me”.

You kiss further south, leaving a matching bruise right below his waistband. You pull his boxer briefs down and encourage him to sit up against the pillows. “I want you to watch me”. His head falls back with a whimper, but nods as he lifts back up.

“You’re so big, I don’t know if I can fit it all in my mouth,” you whisper as you lick him, “but I’m gonna try” and put your lips around the head, licking the fresh precum that leaks out. His hips thrust slightly with a deep groan. You slowly bob your head, taking him a little deeper.

His hips jerk involuntarily and you gag a bit, “Shit, I’m sorry” he pants. “ You pull off him and shake your head, “It’s okay”, you kiss his top before sucking him down, deeper this time. He groans, and his hand goes to your hair, gently weaving through your strands to pull into a makeshift ponytail. You can tell he’s starting to get close, but you’re not ready for him to cum yet. You pull off again and lightly jerk him while kissing down to his balls. You tongue him sloppily, before drawing one gently into your mouth. He groans again “Holy shi-oh God”. You moan around him and he jolts at the vibration.

“Ohhh, feels so good, Sun, so so good,” he babbles. You decide to put him out of his misery and return to his cock, bobbing again at a steady pace. Your hand goes to his balls, softly rolling them. “Fuck, I’m getting close” he breathes, pulling your hair to pull you off.

You shake your head and hollow your cheeks, taking him deeper, eyes tearing as you fight the urge to gag. Your nose brushes the trimmed hairs at his base just as you gently tug his balls. You press your fingertips to his perineum, and he’s cumming. A broken groan leaves him as he fills your mouth with his salty spend. You moan, swallowing it down greedily.

You release him and pull his briefs back up, before laying your head on his trembling chest.

“Sunny, I-…that was…amazing. You’re amazing. Jesus Christ that was amazing” he babbles, absentmindedly playing with your hair.

You smile and lift your head for a kiss.

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You lay together in comfortable silence for a few minutes, before Steve bumps the door open, waiting for an invitation.

Bob taps the bed next to you and he’s up in seconds, attacking both your ears, making you laugh before he settles his head on Bob’s chest, next to yours.

“You have the best laugh. It’ll make anyone smile,” he says into your hair. “Sunny’s the perfect name, you just light up the room, radiating joy, making everyone around you warm, comfortable, at ease.”

Tears immediately spring to your eyes as you lift your head. “That’s the kindest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” You say with a kiss, tears leaking as you lay your head back down.

“It’s the truth. I hate that your ex treated you the way he did, trying to dull your shine. I can see the way you second-guess yourself, I hate that he still has that power over you. I would never, I will never do that to you. I’ll treat you the way you deserve if you’ll let me”.

“Yeah, yeah I’d like that’.” You reply not trusting yourself to say more, voice thick with tears.

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“Want some ice cream?” Bob asks as he hands you one of his tee shirts.

“I always want ice cream” you smile, pulling his shirt on and following him to the kitchen.

He directs you to the couch, telling you to pick a movie while he scoops it. As soon as you sit, Steve’s next to you, putting his head in your lap. “I missed you, buddy, did you miss me?” He sighs as if to tell you “Of course I did”. You stroke his ears as Bob hands you a bowl.

“So there’s talk I might be sent out again. Nothing confirmed, but it’s likely.” Bob tells you.

You nod. “Do you know when? For how long?”

“Probably Monday or Tuesday, not next week, the week after. I’m guessing 3-6 weeks, depending on how quickly we can get the job done” he replies.

“The whole squad?” You ask.

“Yeah, makes me a little nervous when they pull us all.” He says as he chooses a movie.

“I believe it. I was pretty little, but I remember my dad being deployed just once. My mom was a wreck through it all—cried a lot, and didn’t want to leave the house so she wouldn’t miss a call. He came home and was pretty shook up, and she told him never again or we wouldn’t be there when he got home. It always bothered here, but got worse after Goose died and I was born.”

“I believe it. Makes a lot of difference when you have someone to come home to” Bob says, looking at you, saying so much with so little.

“I agree” you smile, hoping he knows you feel the same about him.

“I find out more this week, and I’ll let you know. Will uh…will you be here when I get back?” He asks nervously.

“Bob, are you asking me to go steady?” You tease.

He chuckles, a blush rising. “Yeah, I guess I am”.

“I’d love to,” you reply, kissing him on the cheek.

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jjtheclown555 · 9 months

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TW: substance abuse and overdose, please don't read if this may be triggering.

You Promised

Waking up in a hospital bed surrounded by sterile white walls and the sound of your IV dripping is never fun. Especially when your memories of what happened are so faint. Every inch of your body is burning and you aren’t sure if you’ve ever felt this sick. You just want to sleep, but the urge to vomit is too strong. So, you find yourself leaning over the side of the bed, pushing out the water in your system, a harsh reminder that you haven’t eaten properly in a while.

The splatter of water and bile is stained on the floors, and you pull any remaining energy to lie back again. The door creaks and you expect a nurse, certainly not your boyfriend, whose manic smile had been replaced with tear stains and quivering lips. You mumble something nonsensical at him and motion your hand towards yourself. Goo pulls the chair in the corner of the room to your bed with ease, sitting himself next to you.

“You promised that you were clean. You promised you’d tell me if you were going to use again.” He says, head resting on your bed. He tilts his head up to look at you. “You pinky promised that you were better.” He bites his tongue and grips your hand. Goo doesn’t look disappointed. There’s something, the tiniest tinge, of expectancy. You knew he knew you’d use. You know he knows that relapse is a part of recovery. But you know he didn’t know it’d get this far.

“I’m sorry.” The only words you can get out only moments before he’s holding any stray hairs back while more is pushed from your system. That’s all that was in there now. Water, stomach acid, and whatever pills, powders, crystals, and herbs you could get your hands on. “I’m sorry,” you mumble again and feel him climb into the bed beside you and pull you back.

No matter how comforting his actions are, they aren’t for you. They aren’t to make you feel better about using or overdosing. They’re for him. A reminder that you’re still here. A reminder that he still has you. Keeping you close to keep you safe. “Y’know, it’s funny,” he starts and you know whatever it is, it’ll only make things worse, “I’ve been trying to protect you from my enemies, but all along I should have been protecting you from yourself.” You feel tears begin to stream down your cheeks. “Princess.” You cry silently, the pet name has never felt bitter like now and it hurts. It hurts almost as much as the aching in your joints. “You are so lucky I got home early. If I was even caught in a bit of traffic, you could very well be dead right now.”

Goo runs his fingers through your hair. His words hurt so much more than insults. He wasn’t a parent concerned about their reputation or a friend that doesn’t understand your addiction and claims selfishness. He knows, and he’s scared, and he’s hurt. The fact he understands and isn’t screaming and insulting you. The fact he’s aware that you could have very well died last night. The fact he loves you enough to sit in almost silence rather than berating you. The fact that even now, he still holds you and gently calms you. It hurts when someone loves you enough to care. It means you never go to rock bottom alone, they’ll always be dragged down with you.

The blonde flips you to pull you into his chest. “The old man is really upset with me, y’know.” You smile a little and ask why. “Because I told him I couldn't come into work because someone I loved was hospitalized. But, I wouldn’t tell him who or why out of respect for you and your privacy.” He says and you nuzzle closer, asking why he’d be mad over that and all Goo can say is that he probably assumed that he was lying.

It was nice to talk to him but you knew it was forced. You knew what he wanted to ask, so you answered without question. “It was a lot of things.” You say. “What I took, I mean.” The way he looks at you tells you that’s not enough. “It was a rough day so I finished my stash. Xannies, Molly, weed.” You hesitate. “Coke and…” You try not to cry, the guilt pushes through your throat. “And I drank a lot, whatever we had in the house. I wasn’t thinking, I just wanted to be happy again.” Tears are pulled from your eyes, you can’t quiet your sobs any longer. It’s all slurs of apologies, you can barely speak or function.

Goo doesn’t do much more than hold you. He doesn’t know what to do or what to say. All he can do is hold you close and pray you don’t throw up again. He doesn’t like seeing you like this, it hurts him almost as much as it hurts you. So, he makes you promise one more time. He holds out his pinky, and asks that if you want to relapse that you’ll talk to him first, that if it doesn’t help, you wait until he’s with you so you don’t hurt yourself. That you don’t let it come this far again. You slow your tears, wiping them away and entwining your pinkie with his.

“I promise.”

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heecyon · 2 years

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how enhypen hyung line takes care of their s/o after surgery!

genre(s): established relationship, fluff, tiny angst, whump, hurt-comfort.

pairing(s): enhypen hyung line x fem!reader

warning(s): hospital settings, mentions of surgery, different surgical procedures in each reaction, medical complications (in jay and sunghoon's), mentions of hospital equipment, a bunch of medical terms that I know bc I want to study in the medical field (it's just dentistry lol but ok), lower case intended and mentions of cutesy nicknames.

not-so-important warning(s): sunghoon and jay's reactions are long, gramatic errors (I wrote this on my mom's phone, bc mine is dead and i'm not getting a new one maybe till next week :'(

WE NEED MORE ENHYPEN WHUMP IMAGINES AND REACTIONS!!!!!!

lee heeseung;

he was completely nervous through it all, he tried to keep himself composed but, it was inevitable. heeseung was a nervous-wreck.

but it all went away when you came out of surgery, completely loopy and out of it. he had to settle himself down, because he couldn't laugh in front of you.

“my stomach feels funny, am i hungry?” you asked with your eyes heavy.

heeseung held in a laugh, before sitting on the chair beside your bed.

“no, you're not hungry. you just got surgery, love. you had a cist removed from your ovaries.” he caressed your right arm, seeing how your eyes suddenly closed, but you then licked your lips.

“so... my ovaries are hungry? can't we give them something to eat?”

this time heeseung exploded in laughter at your questions. that was going to be a long night.

park jongseong;

you both knew that brain surgery was going to be risky and complicated, especially painful for the next few weeks.

the thing was that you were both ready for it, jay waited a long time in the waiting room, but he also waited a long time for you to wake up. after your surgery you acquired a post-surgical meningitis, so it took longer for you to recover.

and now, there you were, laying in your bed, semi-sitted, connected to a bunch of supplemental oxygen and IVs. at least you had jay trying on beanies for you to make your day less painful.

“look we have this beanie, which is cool, it'll make you look badass.” he tried a black beanie, a cute smirk on his lips.

you pouted a little, waiting for him to show you the next option.

“we have this one, which is green, it's pretty-” “its really cute.” you weakly stated, your voice tiny and shaky.

jay fully smiled, and then nodded.

“you think it's cute? you want to try it on?” you nodded, trying to grab it, but your hands were trembling, so jay carefully putted the beanie on your head, being careful with your bandage.

“see? you look pretty, like always. really beautiful,” jay lovingly caressed your cheek.

“but i win this cute competition.” he soon placed a hat with a duck face on it, suddenly making you laugh.

jay was the best boyfriend ever.

shim jaeyun;

today, jake had taken you out for a walk... well not a walk, more like a ride, a stroll down the hall.

you had a lobectomy, because you had a collapsed lung and it seemed like there wasn't any other option.

because it was your fourth day in the hospital, jake decide to take you out for a stroll down the hospital. as if he was your personal tour guide.

he tried to make things better for you, so he gave you a well deserved ride.

“and i think this is the neonatal unit. look at how cute they are, love!” jake cooed at the sight of the newborns behind the glass.

“you think we can go in?” you asked trying to adjust your IV.

jake looked down on you, a smile plastered on his cute face. he tried to be apologetic, and tried to explain you as calm as posible that you both couldn't go in, obviously.

“but jakey, i want to see the babies from up-close.” you scoffed defeated.

“what we can do is that... we can have a baby of our own. that way we can see them from up-close.” jake flirty smirked, his eyebrows rising up.

“oh! shut up, it's not a good time for you to be flirty!”

park sunghoon;

you suffered from a heart defect that required surgery, a very long surgery to repair your heart valves.

sunghoon pretended that everything was completely fine, that he was calm, but like heeseung, he was freaking out.

without you knowing, he had researched everything that would happen during your surgery and every care that you would need for your recovery.

he wanted you to be as comfortable as possible during your stay, so he carried in a bag some plushies and your favorite fluffy blanket.

sunghoon was at the border of tears when they told him that you had some complications, including massive blood loss, but he still tried his best not to show it.

“there you go, baby. are you comfy?” he then placed your blanket on top of your body, being careful with the breathing tube, and the rest of your equipment.

even though you were still sedated, he still talked to you as if you were awake, as if you would respond on any second.

his eyes trailed through every single new detail on your body, the breathing tube, chest tubes, the IV meds, and most importantly... that big badge at the center of your chest.

you looked so fragile, and sunghoon just wanted to protect you and take care of you.

twelve long hours passed, and even though the machine breathing for you was gone and you were only left with supplemental oxygen, your eyes hadn't opened yet. and that was stressing your boyfriend out.

“wake up, dummy. you've been asleep for too long.” he caressed your hair in a way that would calm him down.

but when your eyes fluttered open, all of those worries went away.

“hey, sleepyhead.” his hand then trailed down your pale cheeks. actually, your entire face was pale.

“you feeling okay?” he asked.

“yeah... but i feel a bit cold.” sunghoon nodded, quickly pulling your blanket further up.

His smile was everything for you, it showed how much he loves you, and how much care he had for you.

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