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winkwonkwankwenk · 4 months

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yandere gojo with a pregnancy/lactation kink please

Felt like Gojo would have more a breeding kink if he was yandere so did a few tweaks n stuff

Word count: 1.3k

Pairing: Gojo x Fem!Reader

SFW/NSFW

He’s watching you, lurking in the shadows of your apartment and waiting for you to notice him. You were supposed to be home hours ago, who were you out with? Who kept you away? He creeps up behind you, letting his blindfold slip from his eyes as his shadow looms over you. You’re humming quietly to yourself as you cook but you jump when his arms wrap around you tightly.

“Satoru! I told you to stop doing that!” You let out a quiet sigh when he nuzzles your neck, “At least announce when you’re here. I could’ve cut myself.”

“I’m sorry, Pretty girl.” He looks down at the knife in your hand, thinking of how pretty you’d look in red. “Where were you? I’ve been waiting since-”

“Did you sneak into my apartment again? I’m going to start locking my windows.” You grin when he grimaces, teasingly looking up at him only to see his smoldering eyes stare back. “Satoru?”

“Where were you?” His gaze is icy, freezing your breaths. “Answer me.”

“I was with some friends-”

“Who?” He pulls you closer by your wrist, watching the knife drop and hit the kitchen floor with a loud CLANK! “Who were you with?”

“...Geto.”

You squeeze your eyes closed when he leans down, lips pressed together. You whimper when he kisses you, knowing what’s about to happen. You’re going to be punished. You don’t think you’ve done anything wrong but you can tell he’s fuming by the way his tongue presses against yours. You moan into his mouth as he drags you upstairs, stumbling into the bedroom with him.

“S-Satoru-”

“What did I tell you about hanging around him, hm?” He roughly pushes you back on the bed, “Spread your legs.”

“But-”

“Be a good girl and spread. Your. Legs.” He smacks your thigh, “Now.”

You slowly spread as he slips your skirt down to your ankles, your panties following closely. You try hiding your dripping cunt with your hands but he pushes them down above your head. You knew he’d be upset but you had hoped you wouldn’t be caught- how foolish. Gojo was a loving boyfriend but possessive one, and when he told you not to hang around other guys he meant it. You had broken a rule, you had been a bad girl, and now he had to discipline you.

“Play with it.”

“W-What-”

“Play with that pretty pussy.” His voice is a low growl against your ear as he holds your hand above your cunt. “Get to it.”

You bite down on your lip to muffle your moans as you finger yourself, your aching core just out of reach. You look up at him with those pitiful e/c eyes but he ignores your silent plea, giving your hand a push to force your fingers in deeper. You moan into his mouth as he sucks on your bottom lip, squirming when he pushes his fingers in with yours. It’s too much, you’re going to tear if he keeps thrusting them in like that! You try pushing his hand away by his wrist but his glare makes you shrink away.

“I was sitting, waiting for you, and you were out cuddled up with another man.” He lets you take your fingers out so he can continue pushing his in. “How’d his dick taste, hm? Did he touch you here too?”

“I-It wasn’t like that! We just got- mmh- coffee!” You try to crawl away but he’s got you trapped under him. His thumb circles your clit and you cry out “Satoru, please!”

“God, what do I have to do to get you to understand you’re mine?” He pushes his fingers back into your walls, stroking them against your sweet spot until you clench around him. “Your body knows, why don’t you?”

“I do know! I know!” Your eyes roll back at you pant, “I k-know~”

“Really? Tell me who you belong to then.” He curls his fingers inside of you, smirking as your body spasms.

“Satoru~!”

He laps up your juices until your cunt is clean, knowing he’s about to cream all over it anyway. He makes you watch him press his cock in, every inch filling your stomach until he’s stuffed inside. He starts slow only to tease you. He makes you beg, plead for him to speed up because he hits all your favorite spots when he’s tendering thrusting.

“Faster? Is this not enough for you?” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond before holding your mouth hostage in a frantic kiss. “Fine, but remember this is what you asked for.”

He pushes your legs back above your head as he slowly slides out, his tip barely inside your needy hole now. You arch your hips, trying to convince him to put it back in but he makes you wait. He traces your entrance with his dripping tip until a cocktail of your fluids drip onto the sheets- then he plunges back in. You cry out as he hits your cervix, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he keeps you pinned under his muscles. His stomach presses against yours, your legs wrapped around his waist so tightly you’ve got him locked on top of you. You’re squeezing his cock so sweetly, clenching tight enough to cut off circulation.

“Does it feel that good? Good enough for you to realize I’m the only one who can make you feel like this?” He pants, slapping your waists together and splashing your juices on his stomach. “Say it!”

“Hnnh~!” Is all you can moan out as his hips snap forward, his cock peeking from your stomach now.

“Say it, Y/N.” His fingers tangle in your hair as he yanks your head up, his thrusts slowing to a stop. “Say it or I’m done.”

“Satoru! Only Satoru makes me feel like this!” You scramble to say what he wants, “Please…put it back…need it.”

“You didn’t need it earlier when you were with that bastard-”

“Cum inside me.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, hazy eyes staring up at him so innocently as you say something so vulgar. “Please…Satoru…I want you, only you.”

He rams back into you, mercilessly pummeling your pussy as he keeps you pinned in mating press. His eyes are different, narrowed and focused as you wither beneath him. He’s in deep, not deep enough though. You say you're his but he needs everyone to know, everyone. His teeth sink into your neck, tongue tracing dark circles on your skin. You turn into a melting mess of heavy breaths and high-pitched cries as he knocks around your womb, stirring your stomach until you feel his cock in your chest. You gasp when he grunts into your neck, his heavy load flooding your stomach.

“Be a good girl and get pregnant.” He whispers into your ear, tongue tracing it as he continues to slam into you. “Then he’ll have no choice but to know you’re mine.”

“S-Sa-anngh~” You can’t think straight, not when your stomach is burning from the warmth of his cum. He hasn’t stopped, you know he isn’t going to until he’s sure he’s knocked you up.

He wants to fill you until you’re oozing his seed and ruined beneath him. His teeth drag down your neck, leaving little red lines on your smooth skin. You can feel your heart racing and throbbing from head to toe as his cock jolts inside of you, coating your walls with thick ropes of semen until it bubbles out. Your legs stiffen, no longer able to stay above your head and plopping down on the mattress. He grinds against your exhausted groin as the two of you ride out your orgasms, whispering sweet praises into your ears as his body trembles.

“No one else can have you.” He rasps, kissing the hickies he’s left on your neck. “No one.”

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wanderingconstellations · 9 months

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YUA 🥹 (i assume since i see the name in your tags)

i wanted to share that today was so achieving, i ffffuucking earned a free college scholarship cause i was being unknowingly observed by a dean of a school i wasn't in but only performing and assisting my mother (teacher as well) for a recital with only 2hrs of sleep, (i also read your top posts repeatedly earlier after sifting through stories 🤭)

fuck i just- perhaps want something related to my life long achievement that i never thought i would get, and how about a mean!scara?

a mean, dismissive, cold scaramouche that needs heavy decoding, and seconds before reader falters into sadness, almost leaving, scara mutters something that quickens her heartrate, grabbing her fingers with his instead of her wrist or hand, showing a certain side, and she was met with sudden comforting affectionate gestures, cheek kisses, trailing lower and closer to the corner of her lips, praising her affectionately and lovingly in that moment, before fucking each others mouths for a good while, mean!scara uncharacteristically praising reader genuinely with each gasp of her because- he understood her struggles, her hardwork, and he was just- drunk in an unspoken admiration towards her (cough ME🥹) AND- i dont know what else to put, but i also want to be bred roughly by him- fucking each other like it was the end of the world, and i want reader to cry in happiness and from his rough manhandling during their breeding session — because she just- she's just so genuinely drunken and intoxicated in love, happiness and lust

as if his cum was creating their own future as well

- hiraeth 🤭

MEAN SCARA MEAN SCARA MEAN SCARA

You were breaking down, tired and exhausted that you had tears in your eyes. You were so fucking tired, it was exhausting. You've worked so hard but come so far, you've been exhausting yourself just to get into that damn school, but you never got into it after..how many tries?!

During your crying session, someone comes in and sees you in a state that he's never seen before. Scaramouche kneeled down to where you were, and pulled you into an embrace, and resting your head on his chest.

You immediately broke down in more tears, probably because of him comforting you. You were extremely exhausted, and yet you don't know why Scaramouche was now comforting you. It was out of character for him to do so, but you weren't complaining.

He took your crying face in his hands, then kissing the tears away, peppering kisses all over your face until he got to your lips, placing a gentle peck on them.

"Stop crying you idiot, you've been working hard. It's hard but that's how it is. You've done a lot, and it's admirable. I can see that you've worked hard, to the point where you completely exhausted yourself. I think it's time for you to take a break and unwind.."

Meaning by unwinding, he meant by fucking you til tears are glistening from your eyes, thrusting his cock into your dripping hole while whispering and murmuring sweet praises into your ears, telling of how good you're taking him and how hard you're working. This wasnt your mean and arrogant Scara, this was a completely different person. He was being so sweet with you, peppering kisses all over your body, giving a gentle peck to your lips and worshipping your body as if you were his everything (which you are.)

He would wipe your tears, and kiss them away, the tip of his cock would always kiss your womb with every hard and deep thrust he make. You would claw at his back, whining and crying over how "it's too much" or how "it's too good."

Scaramouche would just snicker and just continue to pound into you like there was no tomorrow. Honestly, he finds your constant whining and crying adorable. He would often smash his lips against yours, silencing your whines and cries while he releases hot ropes of cum inside of you, painting your warm gummy walls white as you spasm around him.

"I wonder how would you look with a bump..pregnant with my child. You love that do you? Being all stuffed and full with my seeds..I bet you want to be knocked up, don't you?"

Tears were running down your cheeks, nodding frantically and desperately begging for him to fill you up with his cum. He immediately obliges, stuffing his cock inside of you once again, cum leaking out of your cunt as he thrusts into you mercilessly.

The thought of you being knocked up, pregnant with his child, made him harder. He loves when your gummy walls clench and spasm around him, he would occasionally rub your clit, making you squirt on his abdomen right on the spot. You don't even damn know how long you guys have been at this, but you don't care.

Scaramouche turned you over to your stomach, putting you on all fours. He soon grabbed your hips, pumping his cock right into you once again, giving hard and deep thrust that makes you quiver and tremble under him. Damn right you were gonna cum right on the spot again.

Who knows how long you guys been at this. You came so many times that you've lost count, you were reduced into a dumb cockdrunk bitch for Scara to stuff his cum in, and you didn't mind. He would always give the best after cares after anyway <33

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renecdote · 7 months

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I would like any and all prompts you choose to fill please and thank you. but also this one:

look at your face!

congratulations allison you have unlocked a surprise BTHB square: bloody nose [Read on AO3]

Buck feels the impact all through his body. For a moment, he’s dazed, his brain taking an extra few seconds to catch up with what it already knows just happened. Swooping bird, uneven sidewalk, Evan Buckley’s famously shitty luck. Eddie’s distractingly attractive smile, too, which technically didn’t contribute to the face planting, but didn’t exactly help either. Buck might have been paying more attention to where he was going if it wasn’t for that smile.

“Ow,” he mutters into the concrete. It comes out thick and nasally.

“Buck?” Eddie’s worry is, somehow, also attractive. Buck wonders why he never noticed the before. “Are you okay?”

Buck starts to push himself up—nope, ouch—then he gives up and rolls onto his back instead. The bright, cloudless LA sky is mostly blocked out by Eddie’s face hovering above him when he squints his eyes open. He looks just as worried as he sounded.

“Please tell me my leg isn’t broken again,” Buck says, even though he’s pretty sure it isn’t. That’s the kind of thing he would have noticed immediately, he thinks. Or maybe not, since his whole body is kind of… throbbing. A little. Mostly his face.

Eddie’s head dips out of his field of vision for a moment, then pops back up to report, “Your legs are fine. Can you sit up?”

“Yes,” Buck says confidently, then has to take a deep breath to brace himself before he actually tries. Eddie offers him a helping hand and Buck holds onto it even though he tells himself it’s not really necessary. He just thinks holding Eddie’s hand would be nice right now. It would be nice to do it some day when one or both of them aren’t injured, too.

Something tickles his lip. Buck wipes at the irritation, expecting dirt, and pain explodes through his nose and out through the rest of his face.

“Fuck,” he gasps, automatically clutching at it. Unsurprisingly, that just makes another wave of pain crash through him. Buck blinks back the reflective tears, biting his lip hard. He might be embarrassed by the pathetic noise of pain pulled out of him if it didn’t hurt so much.

“Here, let me look,” Eddie says, gently prying Buck’s hands away from his face.

It’s not a surprise to look down and find blood on his hands, but it still makes Buck’s stomach swoop, an automatic vagal response that his stupid brain only seems to get when it’s his own blood he’s dealing with. Or Eddie’s, but. There were extenuating circumstances there.

“Jesus,” Eddie mutters, fingers at Buck’s jaw gently tiling his head. It’s probably just a coincidence that it takes his eye off his hands. “Look at your face. Maddie is going to be pissed.”

“‘M good,” Buck tries. “Really.”

The reassurance is immediately ruined when the blood running over his lip gets in his mouth and he has to spit it back out, bright red and bubbly with saliva on the pavement. Gross. Buck tries to grimace without wrinkling his nose, but he’s pretty sure he just looks like he some weird lip spasm thing going on.

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Your nose is broken, Buck.”

Buck shakes his head in denial, but that just makes the pain in his face pulse. Eddie is quick to hold his head still.

“Stop moving,” he scolds. “You’re worse than Chris.”

Buck sticks his tongue out at him, then instantly regrets it when he has to spit out more blood. Eddie gently nudges his head forward so the blood drips down between his bent legs instead of down his throat. His hand stays on Buck’s back, warm and solid even though Buck’s shirt is probably gross and sweaty, and it’s kinda nice. Comforting.

“I don’t even know why you’re arguing with me,” Eddie says. “I’m the one who can see your nose and I don’t even need my EMT training to see that it’s definitely broken.”

“It can’t be broken,” Buck protests, more to the universe in general than Eddie. “The wedding is in a week, Eds. Maddie is going to kill me.”

“At least it wasn’t really your fault,” Eddie offers, sounding like he doesn’t think that will help Buck’s case at all.

“I’m so fucked,” Buck sighs around more blood. “Please avenge me when I’m gone.”

Eddie rolls his eyes again. “Why don’t we work on minimising the damage first, then we can plan out your revenge fantasy later?”

“Ice pack?” Buck asks hopefully.

“Uh.” Eddie looks around, like maybe one might magically appear in the middle of the park they were running through. “You might have to wait until we get to urgent care for that.”

Buck groans. Somehow, that makes fresh blood gush from his nose because the human body hates him personally. He pinches his nostrils gingerly, trying to find the sweet spot between stopping the bleeding and not making it hurt more. He doesn’t really succeed, but if there’s one thing he’s good at it, it’s being in pain, so Buck just gives up and takes it. It’s not like it’s his first broken nose. Or his second.

“Don’t even try,” Eddie says, pre-empting him before he can speak. “Your options are urgent care or the ER.”

“They’re probably just going to tell me to take painkillers and not bump it until it heals.”

Eddie has pulled out his phone, one-handed, probably to google where the closest urgent care is.

“I’m not listening to you,” he says.

“Not even if I have ice packs in my car?”

Eddie pauses, looking up from his phone. “Of course you do.” Like he’s kicking himself for not thinking of that before. “This doesn’t get you out of urgent care, though.”

Buck sighs. “Yeah, I know.”

He crosses his eyes trying to look at his nose, closing one eye and then the other, but he still can’t see how bad the break might be. He’s pretty sure it can’t be worse than when he took a hockey stick to the face in high school, at least. Between the broken nose and the orbital blowout, his face was swollen for weeks. That one has got to be in the top ten worst injuries he’s had, Buck thinks, and then wonders whether he should be worried that he has been injured enough times to have a top ten.

“Come on.” Eddie stands, not asking this time before he reaches out and takes Buck’s hand to pull him to his feet as well. “The sooner we go, the sooner we get out of there.”

And then they can go home. Buck doesn’t need to ask to know that they’ll be going together, probably back to Eddie’s house, and they’ll cook dinner, and exaggerate the broken nose story for Chris, and maybe, if Buck is lucky, he’ll fall asleep with his head on Eddie’s shoulder while they all watch a movie together. He’ll wake up bleary and content, probably with a blanket thrown over him, and when he makes half-hearted noises about going home, Eddie will just roll his eyes and say, “Don’t be ridiculous, Buck, you’re staying.”

So Buck will stay.

In the face of all that, even hours waiting in the uncomfortable plastic chairs at urgent care doesn’t seem so bad. Especially when Buck starts tapping his fingers on his thigh, waiting anxiously for this name to be called, and Eddie reaches out and takes his hand. He squeezes gently, a silent reassurance, and Buck lets himself daydream, for a moment, that the injury isn’t there at all.

#Evan Buckley #Eddie Diaz #911 Fox #fic #badthingshappenbingo #to nobody's surprise I continue to write them being stupidly in love but also just stupid with each other

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petersbaby · 2 years

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Stepbro!eddie installment #5

*disclaimer that you’re 18*

Random short chapter

Warnings: oral (m receiving)

“I’m gonna go downstairs and get something to eat.” He tells you as he gets up from the chair in your room where he’d been sitting for an hour talking to you because you were bored.

“Ooh, bring me ice cream!”

“What’s the magic word?”

“The magic word is I’ve been letting you bother me since you got home so i deserve it.”

He rolls his eyes.

In a couple minutes, he returns to your room with 2 ice cream cones, one chocolate and one vanilla.

“Hey, you stole my snack idea.” You say, taking the white one from his hand.

“What can I say, it was a good suggestion.” He plops back down in the office chair near you desk.

He continues to talk to you about all of his fantasy game stuff that you pretend to understand and care about.

“Can you like, not do that?” He stops and asks abruptly.

“Do what??” You ask, incredulously.

“You know what you’re doing. Eat the ice cream like a normal person.”

You continue as you were, not paying any mind to his comment.

He can’t stop staring at you, the way you’re licking it up with your tongue, running it up and down collecting the white sugary substance. He has a boner now, almost impossible to conceal.

You see it immediately when you take your gaze off of the notebook you were writing in.

“Seriously? You’re so gross.” You scoff.

He started to stand up and leave.

“Where are you going?”

“Uhh, my room? Gotta get rid of this”, he says, motioning to the hard on in his pants.

“Sit back down.”

He’s never admit it, but he loved when you bosses him around, so he does. Looking at you with soft eyes, he asks “you’re killing me, you know?”

You get off of your bed to approach where he’s sitting and toss the remaining sugary cone in your trash can on the way. You sit in the floor in front of him, resting on your knees.

“Let me guess, you wish it was you instead? Got carried away with perverted thoughts?” You tease.

He just nods, unsure if you’re just fucking with him or not. He realizes you’re definitely not when your hand snakes up his this to grab at his hard bulge. “Hmm?”

“Fuck.” He slightly throws his head back. “Yes.”You start to work on his belt, and you notice his chest moving up and down as his breathing became heavier, and you tug on the waist of his pants to signal for him to take them off.

You touch it gently at first, just admiring, then once you feel his cock twitching in your hand, you realize you were in your own little world for a minute there.

At this, you collect your spit and let in drop into your hand before taking his dick this time with a firmer grip.

You do this for a minute, before sliding your hand down to the base and leave it there as you take the tip into your mouth without warning him.

His hips spasm against his will, pushing his dick further into your mouth. He can’t stop muttering obscenities under his breath. “Holy shit, holy fuck. Oh my god.”

You reach up with your other hand, slipping it beneath his shirt. You lightly scratch the way up and down his abdomen, feeling his faint but still very there muscles while you continue to take him further and further.

Soon, the tip hits the very back of your throat. You pull off, taking a second to breathe but continue to make him feel good.

You licked up and down his entire length a few times, much like you had done with the ice cream.

He groans, unable to form any thoughts. You go so low that you end up at his balls, holding them and massaging them in your hands before taking them into your mouth one at a time and sucking lightly.

“Shit, princess, who taught you that?” He is absolutely amazed.

“You did. Remember, you told me how good it feels and taught me how?”

“Oh. Well fuck, I’m a good teacher then.”

You smile and return to his shaft, where you deepthroated him and his hips bucked without meaning to. You gag slightly, but only slightly.

“I can’t- I can’t take much more, I need to cum”

You couldn’t speak because your mouth was very full, so you tap on his thigh as if to say “yes, it’s okay”.

“Fuck.”

You don’t even get a chance to taste it, as it all shoots straight down your throat. You pulled your mouth off of him, not realizing he was still cumming.

So you open your mouth wide, tongue out for him to spend the rest on it.

You swallow the extra bit, and back up to wipe your mouth on your sleeve. It was covered in saliva. You stand back up, knees sore and legs starting to fall asleep, and returned to where you were before on your bed.

He’s still over there with his dick out, trying to catch his breath. It was kind of funny, so you giggled at the sight which alerted him to pull his pants back up.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #tw stepcest #stepbro!eddie

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dalchiid · 1 year

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 12

A story of obsession, fear, and lust. You're a maid whose Masters forbid you in meeting their guests for the night but your luck runs dry when you run into them and catch the attention of Lord Hoseok himself. He's smitten from the beginning and thus, your fate has been decided.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 6,248

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

Chapter 12 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession, MC going through withdrawal so pain & sickness

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You wake up to a choked scream. Wait. Was that you? You groan in pain as you open your mouth wide before gritting your teeth. Your back hurts like it's on fire. Your limbs are not far behind and you have to swallow before you release another pained sound.

You hear words. They are being spoken to you - about you you think but you feel like you're underwater. You can barely understand what's being said but the voices sound masculine.

Your eyes open and you have to shut them quickly because the world spins around you and fast. You could barely see what was happening around you but you could feel the gentle touch on your arm.

"Hyun-Woo," you cry out.

You hear something along the lines of "I'm here" but you're not entirely sure. Your back seizes painfully, the muscles drawing taut beneath you. Your arms pull back to try and lift yourself off of what you're lying on but it doesn't relieve your pain. You cry out once more and feel a single tear escape from your clenched shut eyes.

Your hearing starts to clear and you can hear what starts off as mumbles turn into voices that go back and forth with each other. One is Hyun-Woo and the other is unfamiliar to you. You have a hard time imagining who it could be and frankly could care less since you're in so much pain.

You grit your teeth as a spasm in your back forces your body to seize again. You try your best not to cry out but the pained sounds leave you in a choked manner. You whine when your body relaxes after seizing up with your breath coming out in pants.

"Where am I," you manage to croak out.

"You're in my room, Dove."

You feel a damp washcloth being placed against your forehead. It's cool against your burning skin but it feels too sensitive to the touch. You try to knock the washcloth off but hands prevent you from doing so.

"Leave it alone, Y/N. You need it."

You pause before gasping. "Sunmi?"

When did Sunmi get here?

"It's me. Shh it's okay." She pats your hair softly.

"H-How did you know?" You try to ask despite feeling nauseous.

She makes a sound akin to a hum before she pulls her hand away from you. "I went looking for you earlier today. Couldn't find you until I heard Master Hyun-Woo's shouts when you had fainted. It's just us now and the good doctor."

Doctor? Maybe that's the unknown voice that you heard.

Your body seizes up again and you cry out loud with tears springing forth from your eyes. The pain feels like fire running up and down your system and you can barely deal with it. Why did this have to happen to you? Why did you have to kiss Hoseok?

A whimper escapes you as your body relaxes again. It's temporary relief except you still feel the pins and needles running across your skin. You're sensitive to the touch and are too afraid to open your eyes lest you vomit. Your body shakes from the cold chills but you feel too hot in your clothes. Sweat permeates through them and it forces the clothing to stick to you uncomfortably. You pull on your shirt to try and take it off but struggle with it. You grunt in annoyance when it doesn't come off and cry out when your skin aches in the process.

"What is it, Dove? Tell me what's wrong?"

You don't care that there are men in here you just want the damn shirt off.

"Take this off. I want it off." You pull at the shirt again and cry when no one moves to help you.

"It's okay." Hyun-Woo goes to calm you down. "We'll take it off. It's okay."

Multiple hands come to help you and remove the shirt from your body. Cool air hits you hard but you welcome it. Your bra is an issue as well but you try to ignore it to maintain some decency for yourself.

As soon as the shirt is off your body seizes again. You grit your teeth through it and give a loud cry of relief when it doesn't last as long as the others.

"How long will she be like this?" Sunmi asks.

"Could be anywhere from two to three days. Maybe more. Depends on how long she's been using." The doctor says.

"Depends on how long she's been using," he says. He made it sound like you were a drug addict, but were you any different than them? Now wasn't the time to act high and mighty.

"Two days." Hyun-Woo says. "The vampire who did this to her said he'd give her two days."

You hear a hum. "He'd give her two days or that's how long this will last? He might be right but I wouldn't trust the word of her dealer. So we'll have to just play it by ear."

You groan. You don't want to play it by ear. You just want it all to end now.

A chill runs through your body and despite sweating you try to burrow into the blankets on top of you.

"Cold," you say as you knock the cool washcloth off of your forehead.

Sunmi grabs it just before it can fall and you feel her lie it down next to your head.

Little whimpers escape you and you dread the next spasm that will rock through your body. You shakily inhale and exhale it into a sigh. You feel so exhausted and you know you're far from over this despite wishing you were.

"W-What happened earlier? How did I f-faint?" Your question is loud in the otherwise quiet room.

There's no answer at first until the doctor speaks.

"It's completely normal for fainting to be the first thing that happens when you slip into this sort of withdrawal. Excess stress could help speed it along faster."

You were feeling stressed. Hyun-Woo's constant kisses and touches were bothering you to no end. You only felt nausea and a headache at first but it all must have snowballed when he wouldn't stop touching you.

You flinch at the memory. And you weren't alone either. You remember Jungkook being there. What must he have thought? Seeing you so prone to Hyun-Woo's touch despite you not wanting it. Despite seeing you getting ready to faint. He wouldn't speak a word about this would he?

"Jungkook," you say but no answer from anyone follows. "W-What about J-Jungkook? H-He won't s-say anything - he c-can't." You can't stop stuttering as more chills wrack your body.

"I didn't see Lord Jungkook." Sunmi says.

"He must have left soon after Y/N had fainted. Don't worry though I'll make sure he doesn't speak a word of this."

Hyun-Woo's words bring you little comfort. By now everyone would know if he wished to speak up on it. Gods know what time it was - how long it's been since you fainted. You try not to think about it but the worry is eating you up inside.

At that moment your body seizes again and you cry out loud from how unexpected it was. You can feel hands hover over you with care - unsure of what to do.

"She'll be like this for a while. The best you can do is make her feel comfortable and keep her hydrated."

"There's no medicine we can give her to help ease her?" Hyun-Woo asks.

"There are options but I'm limited in my resources here. Her best bet is to be sent to a rehabilitation center."

"No," you cry out. "I d-dont want to go!"

"Shh, shh it's okay, Y/N. You don't have to go if you don't want to." Hyun-Woo shushes you gently as his hand pats your arm from beneath the covers.

Your body relaxes a little at his words but you still feel slightly on edge. You don't want to go. Not that it was beneath you but because it was so unknown to you and you'd be away from home. Away from work and everyone will know why you're gone. You couldn't deal with that. Not now or ever.

A part of you hates yourself for going through this. For dealing with Hoseok but for also thinking you could get through this without him. You're at a war with yourself and can't trust your thoughts when it comes to him.

"I'm going to run this under cold water again." Sunmi's words are soft but you can hear her all the same as she removes the washcloth from near you and steps away.

A hand caresses your face ever so gently. The hand feels like it's ghosting across from how soft the touch is.

"My poor angel. I'm sorry you have to go through this."

Your hand comes out from beneath the covers and weakly grasps the hand on your face. You softly cry at Hyun-Woo's touch. Part of you wants to push him away but you also want the comfort. You so desperately need it.

"I want it to stop," you cry.

"I know, love. I know."

It's quiet for a moment as Sunmi comes back. She comes to place the cloth onto your forehead much to your displeasure. You don't want it but you know she's doing this out of care so you relent and avoid swatting her hands away.

"Thank you, Doctor. You may leave. Feel free to house in one of the adjacent rooms just in case you are needed again."

You can't see him but you assume the doctor bows at Hyun-Woo's words before departing. It's as the door closes do you seize again. Your hand grips Hyun-Woo's tightly but it's for a moment as this spasm doesn't last for very long.

After breathing in and out deeply you take a chance and open your eyes. The room still spins around you but not enough to make you dizzy. You look over to your left and see Sunmi. It's hard to concentrate on her face but you see it all the same. To your right you see Hyun-Woo. He's sat on the bed by your side. You think you see his brows furrow in worry but again it's hard to concentrate with the room spinning around you.

You briefly close your eyes as you bring a hand up to rub at your face. "I feel fucked up."

"I can imagine." Sunmi says as she pats your head. "I told you it would be hard."

Hyun-Woo looks between the two of you with curiosity. "How do you two know each other?"

"We met in passing but hit it off quickly." Sunmi is quick to answer. She leaves out the parts about the bruises, rumors and Hoseok.

You can tell Hyun-Woo wants to know more but her smile let's him know that that's the end of it. He pouts in her direction with a side eye before looking back at you.

"Do you need anything, Dove? Would you like some water?"

You think about it for a second before nodding. "Yeah, I'm k-kind of thirsty."

He goes to stand up to fetch a bottle from his mini refrigerator. He's quick to come back and twist the cap off for you. It's just as you're about to grab it does your back spasm again and you grab the nearest thing and squeeze. It's Sunmi's hand and you can't bring yourself to feel bad when she winces. You're in too much pain to notice let alone care. You cry out when it doesn't want to subside and lasts for a couple of seconds longer. Once it dies down you heave a heavy breath. Sweat dripping down with the cool droplets of water from the washcloth. You feel a mess and you're sure you look it too.

"Here." Hyun-Woo softly says as he gently cradles your head up with one hand and brings the water bottle close to your lips with the other.

You take sips - afraid you'll vomit if you drink too much too fast. The cold water refreshes your system and when it becomes too much you push Hyun-Woo's hand away. He stops feeding you the water and lays your head back down just as gently as when he picked it up.

"Better," he asks.

You nod in response.

"Good. I'll keep it right here on the nightstand for whenever you need it. Just let me know."

He's so attentive to you. Treating you like a delicate flower that needs time and patience to flourish. Though you're not flourishing. Far beyond that. You feel like you're dying and it's with attentiveness does Hyun-Woo care for you. It leaves a weird taste in your mouth. Though you appreciate him looking after you you still recall all that he's done to you. Right now you feel like a wounded animal in the den of its predator. You can only do so much and accept what is given to you for your sake. At least Sunmi is here with you. That alone brings some relief to you. Though you know at some point she'll need to retire for the night. A thought strikes you right then.

"What t-time is it? How long have I been out?"

Sunmi looks at her watch but it's Hyun-Woo who answers as he stares at you.

"You've been out for roughly an hour."

"It's 5:45." Sunmi adds on.

That shocks you. You were out for almost an hour? You can't imagine that yet here you were and the time. The time!

"Hyun-Woo," you start off shakily. "It's a-almost time for dinner. Y-you need to go."

He frowns as he shakes his head. "I don't care for that. I want to stay with you."

You mirror him by shaking your own but regret it when it makes you a little dizzy. "I d-don't want anyone s-suspecting anything and Jungkook. You have to tell Jungkook not t-to tell anyone about this."

Hyun-Woo's frown deepens but before he can get a word in your body seizes.

You cry out from the pain. This one catching you off guard and forcing your body to contort. Your arms press backwards as your back is lifted off of the bed. You grit your teeth trying to get through the pain that spears through you. You heave a cry when your body relaxes once again after having been in an aching position and nearly shed tears from it all. You don't know how much more of this you can take.

"Hyun-Woo." His name leaves you in a harsh whisper. "Please."

You can tell he's debating on whether or not he should listen to you. The more stubborn side of him you're fearful of winning looks like it's coming to a head as his brows furrow.

"At least for a little while, Master."

The two of you look towards Sunmi.

"Talk to Lord Jungkook before he settles down to eat and stay for a little while after to avoid any suspicious glances that may be thrown your way."

You look back at Hyun-Woo and see that Sunmi's words got to him. You're thankful for her because he nods before looking at you.

"I won't be long then, I guess."

You give a soft smile in response.

He smiles back before leaning down to press a soft kiss against your washcloth covered forehead.

"Just give me some time and I'll be back, my love."

When he pulls back you have a hard time locking eyes with him. Choosing instead to focus on the ceiling. He doesn't say anything about it as he goes to stand up and you have to clench your jaw in preparation for any oncoming spasms just in case seeing you in pain might make him want to stay. Nothing happens and you're grateful for it as he sees himself out and leaves you alone with Sunmi.

It's quiet for a moment and you suspect Sunmi might have some questions. You look up at her and see she's staring at you.

"I'm s-sure you have s-some questions," you say.

"Yes, but it's none of my business."

"It's n-not but you already kn-know about Hoseok." You bite your lip.

"True," she says as she nods. Sitting up straighter she gives you a weird look. "I thought it was strictly carnal with Master Hyun-Woo."

You sigh. "I-It is or at least it was but i-isn't at the same t-time? I just," you sigh as you rub your face knocking the washcloth off. "I don't w-want him."

There's a solemn air that surrounds you both at your admission.

Sunmi carefully takes the washcloth from off the bed and holds it gently in her grasp as she looks at it. "And you haven't told him this?" She looks back at you.

"H-He doesn't want to hear it."

Her lips purse as she slowly nods her head. "You really know how to pick them don't you?"

You send a glare her way.

She laughs a little. "I don't mean to make it sound like it's your fault. I'm sorry." She continues to giggle at your expense.

"It's not funny."

"I know, I know." She sobers up as your glare lessens. Afterwards she sighs. "Besides handling your withdrawals first what are you going to do about Master Hyun-Woo?"

You mimic her sigh though yours is tinged with pain. "I d-don't know."

"Hoseok will be leaving so he isn't an issue. You just need to avoid him for the time being. As for our Master," she gives a pained expression. "He's a constant. You'll be dealing with him every day."

You groan as you go to rub your eye. "P-Please don't remind m-me. AH!" You yell out in pain when another spasm hits you this time in your lower back. It forces your right leg to cramp and seize up itself.

Sunmi's hands outstretch towards you in worry but there's only so much she can do. You appreciate the concern nonetheless. As soon as it's over you whimper. You don't know how much more of this you could take. You think back on Hoseok's words. He told you he'd give you two days but you don't know if you could last. You're not even halfway done the first day and you feel like you're about to lose your mind. Your body ached - your soul ached. You wanted this all to stop. Your eyes practically roll to the back of your head as you try and settle into bed.

"I don't know," you slur.

Sunmi looks confused. "You don't know what?"

You shake your head lightly. "I d-don't know how much m-more I can take."

She purses her lips as she looks down at you in pity. "Just know your other option isn't any better."

Your other option: Hoseok. But would it be so bad? You curse to yourself. You didn't want him though. Or at least you think you don't. Your brain is too muddled to think on that. Even then, could you be with someone as possessive as him? As Hyun-Woo?

You rub your temple as a growing headache makes its way beneath your skin. Your thoughts jump back and forth to yes and no to up and down and to left and right. Nothing makes sense yet it does and Hoseok is both your savior and your damning devil. You try and stick with your thoughts and feelings prior to all of this and that it's no, you don't want Hoseok. You want him out of your life and out of your system. You're getting through this withdrawal without him and you'll prove to him and everyone who knows about this that you're strong. You can get through this.

A sharp pain stabs from your temple through your eye. Softly you gasp at the feel of it. You wipe your eye when you feel wetness and for a second you're scared you'll see blood but when you pull your hand back you see nothing but regular tears. You sigh in relief but it does nothing to ease your pain.

Your teeth chatter as a cold chill sweeps over you. This alone doesn't help you at all. Feeling like you're boiling from the inside but you're cold on the surface. Stuttering when you speak because you can barely handle the way your body shudders from the chills and pain that wrack through your body. You're an utter mess at this point. You want to scream, you want to cry, you want to sleep all of this away. You want to do a lot of things but there's only so much you can get away with at this point and time.

Why? Why you?

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"Your little pet is ill." Hoseok recalls Jungkook's words. He suspected as much. Judging by the time he guessed the withdrawal effects would start to kick in. You'd be falling ill without him and there wasn't much he could do about it. He wanted you to learn your lesson first and foremost. That you needed him. He knows you won't last for long - no matter what you believe in.

Hoseok is currently sat at the dining room table. Most of the people are here except for Jungkook and that bastard Hyun-Woo who he suspects managed to find out about your situation. He knows it wasn't because you willingly told him but because Hyun-Woo has a knack for butting his nose into other people's business. Only the gods know how many times he's done so over the years Hoseok has known him.

It takes a while before Jungkook makes an appearance. Seokjin and Hoseok raise a brow in question to the younger vampire who enters the dining area with a small but irritated pout. Hoseok knows it's because he's hungry and whatever it was was that was keeping him from eating is no doubt on his shit list. The young one nearly throws himself into his seat that was barely pulled out before him and grabs his knife and fork. He doesn't even know what there is to eat yet. If he did he would see the main dish didn't require a knife but he picked it up only to then run the two utensils across each other illiciting a sharp sound. Hoseok clenches his teeth in irritation. If there was a sound he hated most it was the sound of utensils being scraped against one another as well as being scraped across a plate and teeth. Jungkook was clearly doing this because if there's one thing he does when he's mad it is to act like a petulant child throwing a tantrum.

He runs the fork over the knife one more time before Hoseok barks at him.

"Enough!"

Jungkook along with everyone else at the table looks up at Hoseok.

"If you're mad about missing dinner that is still clearly here I'd suggest you find a less annoying way to deal with it."

Hoseok is mad at him which just makes Jungkook pout harder.

"Sorry, hyung." His words are soft though Hoseok hears him all the same.

The older vampire doesn't acknowledge his apology because his thoughts are now filled with you and another vampire who suddenly makes his appearance now. Hyun-Woo enters the dining area and he reeks of stress. He can smell you on him but not much else besides the vampire's disgusting scent.

"I was wondering if you were going to join us or not." Hyun-Sik speaks with an ever present smile.

Hyun-Woo gives an awkward smile in return but Hoseok can tell he's not all here. His mind is elsewhere and Hoseok can guess where.

Everyone continues to eat but neither Hyun-Woo nor Hoseok find themselves able to eat. The former because of you and the latter because of Hyun-Woo's presence. It leaves Hoseok feeling irate knowing Hyun-Woo had been with you. No doubt touching you - trying to express his love to you. Though Hoseok may have given you permission to do whatever you so please during this time of withdrawal it didn't mean he had to tolerate it. Especially when it had to deal with Hyun-Woo himself. Speaking of which...

The vampire looked unsettled. He wasn't very good at hiding his feelings. If anyone else noticed they made no move to acknowledge it. Hyun-Woo was silent but Hoseok could tell something was wrong with him. His eyes looked through the plate before him and he would nervously bite his lip. He sat wound up in his seat - tense amongst bodies that sat still and calm. If it weren't for his self control Hoseok would roll his eyes openly at him. How much more obvious could he make his situation be?

Hyun-Woo clears his throat as he reaches for his glass so he can be served wine. He tried to act natural but the actions fall through into a pathetic attempt. Hyun-Sik takes notice and smiles in his direction as he is served his own wine.

"Everything alright, dear brother?"

It takes Hyun-Woo a second to realize he's being talked to. When he does his eyes go wide for a second before his features grow calm.

"Of course. Why do you ask?"

Again Hoseok's self control is marvelous otherwise he would have laughed out loud at how stupid Hyun-Woo looked and sounded right now.

Hyun-Sik shrugs with a smile. "Just checking is all."

Hyung-Won looks over to the middle child of Baek and over to the youngest.

"Anything new I should know about? I feel like we don't talk as much as we used to."

Hyun-Sik smiles in his older brother's direction before looking down at his glass of wine. "It depends on what constitutes as new to you, brother."

Hoseok notes how the oldest doesn't react to the comment instead looking over to Hyun-Woo who looks off into space again.

"Hyun-Woo?"

Said vampire shakes his head softly before looking over to his brother. "Hm?"

Hyung-Won presses his tongue into his cheek before parting his lips to speak again. "You seem lost in space today. Anything on your mind?"

Hoseok looks at Hyun-Woo and wonders what he'll say next. Will he speak on you and what's been happening between you and him or will he stay silent?

Hyun-Woo is silent for a moment more before he shakes his head with a weird look. "I didn't sleep well. Still kind of tired."

There's a clang to Hoseok's right. Jungkook dropped his chopsticks as he stares in mild disbelief and interest towards Hyun-Woo's way. Hoseok takes it all in and he wonders what Jungkook would be willing to say at this point and time. All he got out of him earlier was that you had fallen ill and that Hyun-Woo had panicked. This was after Jungkook had spent some time with you and the other vampire over in the play room. It also seemed as if Jungkook wanted to say more to him but they were interrupted by Hyun-Sik who then led Hoseok off into the dining area to eat.

He hums to himself in silent thought.

Hyung-Won makes a sound of acknowledgement Hyun-Woo's way. "I see." Is all he says but it doesn't bother Hyun-Woo nor Hyun-Sik in how disinterested he sounded. Maybe they were used to this. Unlike the Bangtan clan who share almost everything with one another. There were no secrets between them. None whatsoever. Not even the one about you.

Regular conversation breaks out at the dining table. Seokjin casually stirring one up and everyone else falling in line. Hoseok finds himself talking here and there and Hyun-Woo feels like he has no choice otherwise people will start asking questions. The least spoken to because he rarely speaks back is Jungkook who eats his food like a man starved. Though Seokjin is used to this because of how things are back at home.

"Speaking of sweets," Seokjin trails off the topic of conversation. He looks towards Hoseok and a sickeningly sly smile overtakes his face. "How's your little darling, brother?"

Something akin to a snarl appears on Hyun-Woo's face because he knows. They all seem to when it came to Hoseok.

"Darling?" Hyun-Sik questions. "I'm assuming you mean our dear Y/N?"

"That's the one." Seokjin smirks as he takes a swig of his drink.

Hoseok takes a sip of his own without a single emotion to express. Nothing to hint here nor there.

"She's doing well."

"Is she now?" Seokjin questions.

He hums in response.

"You've really taken a liken to our maid. A maid who is off limits for the most part but that doesn't stop you now does it?" Hyung-Won states.

Hoseok has a hard time deciphering whether he meant that in a good or bad way but doesn't let it affect him either way. Instead, a smile that barely reaches his eyes overtakes his face.

"Despite being off limits as you say if there's one thing Hoseok is good at it's changing the minds of others." Seokjin says with a smile.

Hoseok doesn't acknowledge the comment but he watches the way the two Baek's watch their middle brother. Hyun-Sik smiles but it's almost reserved and Hyung-Won's brow raises in Hyun-Woo's direction. No one says a word in response but before it can get awkward a voice speaks up.

"She smells nice. Better than the ones Jimin brings home."

All eyes draw towards Jungkook who licks the chocolate mousse off of his spoon.

"Well we know why the ones Jimin brings home smell weird, Kooky."

Jungkook huffs at the nickname. "Not here, hyung."

"Oh right, right." Seokjin winks his way.

There's a subtle roll to Hoseok's eyes at the exchange.

"What would you do after you leave?" Hyun-Sik asks. Everyone looks over to him to see he was asking Hoseok. "You seem to forget she's our maid which means when you leave she's out of your life."

Hoseok smiles but it barely reaches his eyes. "I have my ways."

"That he does." Seokjin adds in.

The sound a of chair scraping against the floor resounds through the room. All eyes are drawn toward Hyun-Woo who stands with his hands leaning against the table. His eyes bore into Hoseok's face and all know if he had the power to he'd leave a hole from how hard he stares.

"You talk too much," he says.

Hoseok raises a brow in his direction.

Hyun-Woo stands to his full height and crosses his arms with a look of distaste. "You talk too much knowing she doesn't want you. After all it was me she chose over you."

Hyun-Sik's smiles drops as his eyes widen along with Hyung-Won's. Jungkook goes back to eating his dessert while Seokjin looks like someone told him the greatest of news.

He sits back in his seat with a wide smile. "Well this just keeps getting more and more interesting."

"What do you mean she chose you Hyun-Woo?" Hyung-Won asks.

"I mean that we're in a relationship. It's only recent but one that should be respected all the same."

Hoseok doesn't display his reaction but he's growing irritated by the minute. He doesn't know how much more he can hear the vampire before him delude himself into thinking he has anything going on with you.

"And this is Y/N correct? The same Y/N that's been denying your advances for months now."

"Hyung-Won." There's a slight pout to Hyun-Woo's lips.

"I only ask because it doesn't sound right to me."

"Well maybe he's right." Hyun-Sik says with a look of realization coating his features. "It would probably explain the marks on her neck I've seen. It must have been Hy-Woonie then."

There's an uncomfortable silence that takes over the room before it errupts.

"Wait, what marks?"

"She has bruises on her neck."

"Bruises?!"

"No as in love marks."

"Hyun-Woo doesn't seem the type to do that."

"Well I saw them too."

"You saw the marks too?"

Jungkook nods.

Everyone seems to quiet down after Jungkook speaks. Chaos took over almost every single person in the room except for Hoseok and Hyun-Woo who stare at each other. The former gives him a weird look while the latter looks uncomfortable from all the unwanted attention.

"Hyun-Woo?"

He doesn't know where the question came from but he can't take his eyes off of Hoseok. The other vampire sits before him with a cocky air about him. Like he knows the truth but that's because he does because it wasn't Hyun-Woo who marked her but Hoseok. And it's beginning to drive Hyun-Woo up the wall.

He grits his teeth in both anger and annoyance. "You can't have her."

Hoseok chortles. "I think she's already made her choice. You're just choosing to ignore it."

Hyun-Woo's hands turn into fists. He doesn't want to hear anymore of this. He doesn't have to because he has you in his room. You're with him and not Hoseok.

He turns away and leaves the dining area in a furious hurry back to his room. Back to you.

Hoseok knows where he's going and despite doing his best not to show it, he's annoyed. He figures you're spending your withdrawal with him because you need the support but Hyun-Woo is letting it get to his head.

The rest of dinner is set in an awkward silence. No one mentions Hyun-Woo or you again and they especially don't bother Hoseok. The brooding vampire finishes up what's in front of him quickly so he can head off somewhere where he'll more than likely be alone. He doesn't want to be in his room. He wants to be somewhere close to you so he chooses the garden. You love the garden so much and he'll be sure to have the one back at home ready for your viewing pleasure because he has plans for you. Plans for you to come home with him. It's just a matter of having your Masters relieve you of your duty. To relieve you to him. He has a lot of plans but none that can be met so far. He wants you dearly because he knows you're the one for him. He just needs for you and everyone else to see that too.

Hoseok pushes away from the dining table and makes his way to the garden. It's not a long trek and soon he finds himself before the sliding doors. Though his time here hasn't been long he looks upon the memories with you here as if they were from ages ago. He misses you and wants to relive them. He sits down in the very same spot as last time he sat out here with you. It doesn't feel the same without you here but he takes in the oncoming night air as if you were. Imagines your hand is outstretched towards him and imagines himself taking it into his own. Imagines him kissing each and every delicate finger of yours until he lays one into your palm. Imagines the way your face will blush and watch as the redness takes over your ears and neck. His flower whose scent was once her own but now intermingles with his after he gave her a part of him from each kiss. It was like that for vampires. Oftentimes mates would exchange scents but since you were human only yours would change. He could tell by the smell already that you were becoming his. An enticing scent that could draw other vampires in during the process of exchanging but over time you'll smell more and more like him until all that's left of you is him and him alone.

He leans back in his seat and closes his eyes. He wonders how far along you are in your withdrawals. Wonders how much pain you're in. He's no sadist but he takes pleasure in knowing you're hurting without him. He would love to be by your side and know you wouldn't be suffering because he would be there to give and give more of him so you wouldn't hurt but you wanted to prove to him otherwise. Yes, he's sure about that. He figures you want to prove your independence from him though you do want him. Prove that you're still an individual that can take care of herself. Though that means you're in pain now and so he can't bring himself to even think why this is a good idea.

He wants to visit you but last he checked your room you weren't there and he suspects you're with Hyun-Woo. Of all the people to spend this withdrawal with he can't understand why it's him. The vampire had to have forced you because his Y/N would never. It made no sense to him. He worries for you a little in his presence and wonders if he should send someone in. Someone he can pay good money to keep an eye on you. They'll have to come up with a good reason to head into Hyun-Woo's room and have a believable tale as to why they can stay and take care of you in his stead, but he doubts Hyun-Woo will allow it. The man is too paranoid for his own good.

Hoseok huffs. He could just wait it out until you need him. That can work out too. He's confident you'll need him again and with that thought he is comforted because with time comes patience and soon you'll be his again.

#bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts fic #yandere bts #yandere bts x reader #hoseok x reader #yandere hoseok

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plumpinky · 2 years

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Zoro X AFAB Reader

MDNI 18+

CW: Degradation, name calling, breeding, dirty talk

AN: This is my first fic I am ever posting. Be gentle. Honestly just some shameless smut. Some drabble I have had on the mind lately. Zoro is a dom to me and I think he would fuck just like this lol let me know what yall think. I would like to post more but with school, work, and a baby we can only see. If you have any helpful suggestions or tips I would love to hear it.

Pre-time skip Zoro (at least in my mind)

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Zoro shoved your head into the floor of the crow’s nest. One hand gripping your hair, the other holding your hip. He slowly pushed his cock in and out of your dripping wet cunt, pulling it all the way out before brutally shoving it back in. Mesmerized by your greedy pussy swallowing him entirely with each thrust. You tried your best to control the volume of your moans, but Zoro tugged your hair every time you got too quiet for his taste.

“Zoro, please,” you begged.

He grunted as he let go of your hair, harshly gripping your hips and pulling your ass up more to meet his hips. His thrust went from slow and teasing to fast and hard, fucking you with no mercy.

“You wanted to be treated like a slut today, huh? You could’ve just asked rather than flirt with that stupid cook right in my face,” he huffed.

“No! It wasn’t like th-ah,” you moaned. Zoro snapped his hips, hitting your sweet spot as a sign to shut your mouth. No amount of groveling would change the relentless pace he was going. Truthfully you couldn’t get enough of Zoro’s wrath. He had been sleeping and training most of the day, oblivious to all the advances you threw his way. You finally had enough, so you turned to your last resort, Sanji. One sweet smile and flirty giggle the blonde’s way, and suddenly you had Zoro’s full attention. When Sanji turned away from you, Zoro grabbed your arm, taking you straight to the crow’s nest, which is how you got exactly what you wanted from the swordsman, an amazing fuck.

Once satisfied, Zoro’s thrust finally stopped now that you were a babbling mess. He brought his hands behind his head while looking down where you both connected. “Fuck yourself on my cock like a good slut.”

You followed his command and threw yourself back onto Zoro’s dick as fast and hard as his previous pace. Since he was so strong, no matter how rough you fucked yourself on him, Zoro didn’t budge. Giving you free rein to as much pleasure as you desired. Screaming and moaning about how much you adored his cock. He tried hard to remain composed as he watched your pussy swallow him with each thrust. Your dripping cunt was clenching around his thick cock, begging for release. Zoro loved that he was the only one who could bring you to this state. A slutty mess who could only think about his dick, needing to be fucked by only him. He couldn’t take how tightly you squeezed his dick anymore.

“Cum on my cock now.”

Without missing a beat, you threw yourself back, taking all of Zoro’s cock deep inside you, cumming on command. Grinding yourself on his dick, trying to prolong your pleasure. Zoro’s resolve finally snapped, bringing his body down to cover yours, caging you against the ground. He brought one arm around your neck as he started to brutally fuck you through your orgasm, his breathy moans against your neck.

“Z-Zoro! Too much, I c-can’t..”

“You can take it,” he groaned into your ear. “Take it like the good slut you are. You wanted to be fucked like a whore, ya?”

“Yes,” you sobbed. Tears were coming to your eyes from the overstimulation.

“Cum for me again. Make a mess for me.”

You felt Zoro smirk against your neck as he pounded into you even harder. The sound of his balls slapping against your pussy echoed through the crow’s nest. Another orgasm built quickly since your pussy was still sensitive from the first. You screamed as you let yourself go on Zoro’s dick, your pussy spasming from the pleasure as you squirted all over him. Making a mess just like he had asked. He groaned, getting lost in the intense pleasure of your pussy, his hips never slowing. Soon his thrust became sloppy, and you knew he was close to finishing.

“Cum inside me, please, Zoro. Please fill me up.”

His arm tightened around your neck. You could feel his cock twitch at your pleas. He moaned into your ear, his pace never slowing down.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours!”

“Whose cock do you love?”

“Yours!”

“Who fucks you the best?”

“You! You, Zoro! You do, I can’t get enough!”

Your cries finally pushed Zoro over the edge as he let out a deep moan. He shoved himself deep into your tight cunt, painting your walls with his cum. You couldn’t hold back one last orgasm over his pulsing cock. Zoro held himself against you while you both came down from each other high. He carefully slipped himself out from your messy cunt, hypnotized by your pretty pussy gradually dripping his seed.

You panted on the ground, ass still in the air as you were still reeling from your orgasms. You shot up and yelped from the sudden pain when Zoro pinched your butt. He grabbed you, pulling you close as he kissed your neck just as you were about to scold him. You giggled from the kisses wrapping your arms around his.

“C’mon, beautiful, let’s get you cleaned up.”

#one piece smut #roronoa zoro #zoro x y/n #brainrot #the way i am down bad rn #anime one shot #anime smut #anime fanfic #one piece fanfic #zoro

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thrawns-babygirl · 1 year

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30 with Crosshair pretty please 🙏🧎‍♀️

I went very wild with this one lol I hope you enjoy it because I think i might have gone a lil crazy. If anyone needs me im putting myself in horny jail

Rating: E (18+)

Warnings: Bondage, blindfolds, sex toys, overstimulation, squirting, aftercare

Word Count: 900+

Prompt: #30 "You're so cute when you're nervous"

Masterlist

You were laying in your bed naked, silk blindfold covering your eyes, arms and legs tied to each corner of the bed, totally spread out before the man above you. Crosshair had been taking his sweet time walking around the room from what you could hear, placing featherlight touches along your body at random intervals to keep you on edge, avoiding the places where you wanted him the most.

“You are stunning doll, all spread out for me… at my mercy” he runs the pads of his fingers along your leg, sliding them towards the apex of your thigh, removing them before giving you the delicious friction you were craving.

You keen, struggling against your bonds, your chest heaving, each sounds sending shocks of anticipation down your spine. Crosshair lets out a breathy chuckle at your desperation. Then you hear it, a small buzzing that could only be coming from the small bullet vibrator that you keep tucked away and hidden for the long times your lover is off-world. You gulp, flush deepening and you know even while being blindfolded that he has his trademark smirk plastered over his face.

“Princess… you’re so cute when you’re nervous” he breathes out against the shell of your ear. When did he get so close? He begins kissing along your neck, down to your collarbone before suddenly placing the vibrating bullet on your already sensitive clit. You let out a choked moan as he increases the pressure of the device against you, your walls fluttering around nothing as he quickly sends you towards your peak.

You have no idea how long it’s been since he started teasing you but it’s proving to be far too much. Lightning shoots down your spine as your orgasm washes over you, ripping a loud moan from your chest, body writhing against the restraints. Crosshair doesn’t stop. He continues to hold the bullet to your clit even as you spasm and cry out, the line between pleasure and pain blurring as he tries his hardest to rip another orgasm from your twitching oversensitive form.

You’re a mess, thighs slick from his relentless teasing and release, whimpers and moans spilling from your throat as you build up to another peak faster than you thought possible. Trembling, you let out a string of almost incoherent curses as you’re forced over the edge once again.

He must take pity on your whimpering form, because he finally pulls the vibrator away from your clit, turning it off and throwing it somewhere on the bed. The room returns to near silence as you attempt to catch your breath and slow your rapidly beating heart. The quiet is unnerving, you already feel so spent and you’re not sure you can handle too much more of Crosshair’s teasing before the pleasure renders you unconscious.

The bed dips again and you gasp as you feel the blunt head of his cock nudge against your slick folds. He ruts his hips against yours, drawing more ragged gasps out of you as he teases himself against you. You both let out ragged groans as he finally enters you, your warm heat fluttering around him as he fully sheaths himself inside you. Your throat is hoarse and tears threaten to dampen the silk around your eyes as he sets a feral pace in and out of you.

“That’s right princess- you have another one in you for me, don’t you?” he grunts out as his hips piston into yours, his length reaching that spot inside you that has you seeing stars against the darkness of the blindfold. You’re so caught up in the feeling of him hitting that spot inside you over and over again that you miss the sound of the vibrator being turned back on until it is placed back against your sensitive clit. You scream soundlessly, your voice long since giving out after so much pleasurable torture as you an unfamiliar feeling coils itself in your abdomen.

“That’s it mesh’la… let go” he groans, and you do. Your release so powerful it paints the lower half of his body. He lets out a string of curses as he pulls out and spills himself on your stomach, ropes of white painting your flushed form.

You’re limp on the bed panting. You can vaguely feel Crosshair unfastening the restraints, limbs feeling like lead as you try to regain your senses before he finally removes the blindfold. Your eyes attempt to adjust to the harsh light of the room after being covered for so long as you see Crosshair leaning over you with a look of concern painting his features.

You give him a tired smile and he visibly relaxes before leaving the room and swiftly returning with a damp cloth and a glass of water. He holds the water to your lips instructing you to drink before placing it on the nightstand and wiping away your combined release from the lower half of your body.

You can vaguely hear the sound of your bathtub running as you try to move your limbs. You don’t need to try for long however as Crosshair scoops your pliant form off the bed, leading you to your refresher. You nuzzle into his bare chest before being placed into the warm water as he beings washing you off.

“You did well doll” he remarks, lips quirking into a small smile as he helps you clean up.

@where-is-my-mind-tho @starborncyare @antishadow2021 @healingskywalker

#bad batch crosshair #tbb crosshair #crosshair smut #crosshair x reader #crosshair x reader smut #crosshair x you #tbb crosshair smut #bad batch crosshair smut #bad batch x reader #bad batch x reader smut #the bad batch crosshair #crosshair #tbb smut #bad batch smut #the bad batch smut #tbb x reader

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howlingday · 2 years

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Once again a Noras Arc Crack. Nora has discovered the amazing taste of an arc family recipe in the form of jaune making breakfest, unfortunately he wont give it to her since its an arc family recipe and shes not an arc....yet

"Mm~!" Nora was in absolute heaven! Her taste buds were singing in delight at the complete nirvana she experienced. She was on her third plate, and they were still coming!

"They're good, right?" Jaune asked as he set another plate down for Nora.

"Sho good~!" She swallowed the last slice of the current plate, then grabbed the new one. "What's your recipe?"

Jaune slid the bottle of syrup to Nora. "Sorry, Nora, but that's an Arc family secret. I'll serve as much as I can, but I can't tell it to anyone not family."

"But I want to eat more!" Nora whined as she emptied the remaining syrup from the bottle onto the stack.

"Sorry, Nora, but my hands are tied." Jaune shrugged. "Arcs only."

"I'll get that recipe, Jaune." She growled as she stabbed the first pancake of revenge. "Even if it's the last thing I do." She took a bite and swooned at the flavor. "After this plate~!"

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"What's this?" Jaune asked as he picked the flowers off his lap. The fact Nora came up to him and threw a literal bouquet of flowers at him genuinely confused him. Nora was weird, but not this weird.

"It's a gift!" Nora said, beaming. "From one good friend to another!"

"Uh, usually people are handed bouquets, and they're usually tied together."

"Well, I just wanted to show how much I appreciate you being our leader, and how you're always there for us." She rubbed her upper lip. "It's a trend I'm trying to pick up."

"Uh-huh." Jaune looked down at the flowers, and then he smiled as he bunched them together. Beautiful yellows flowers blending with pink ones, all giving off a sweet scent. "They're beautiful. Thanks, Nora!"

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"Hey, Jaune?" Jaune hummed as he looked up from his desk. His girlfriend bounced side to side, her hair swaying beautifully behind her. "Wanna go to that new movie you wanted to see? My treat~!"

Jaune smiled as he stood up, turning off the desk lamp. "Sounds fun!"

"Great!" Nora cheered. "I'll meet you downstairs in an hour."

Jaune leaned forward and pecked her lips, earning a giggle from her as she skipped away. After everything they had been through, he couldn't imagine a life without her.

He walked back to his desk and opened the drawer on the side. He glanced to the empty doorframe, then returned his focus to the little box he hid inside. He popped it open, his eyes shining at the pink diamond ring he bought last month. Some day, hopefully soon, he'd get the courage to ask the burning question on his mind.

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"You like that, Mrs. Arc~?" Jaune grunted as he thrusted into his blushing bride, her tits bouncing with every pistoning movement.

"Yes~!" Nora cried as she gripped the sheets below her tightly. "Yes, I love it, Mr. Valkyrie~!"

The newlyweds crashed into each other once more with a passionate kiss, groping and clawing where they could in their lustful fervor of carnal desires.

"Nora!" Jaune pulled his lips away. "I'm gonna-!"

"Do it inside me!" Nora shouted. "Do it inside your beautiful bride!"

Jaune pulled his cock out of her sex, leaving just the tip inside, then rammed into her as hard as he could. She screamed as her back arched and her walls spasmed around his throbbing shaft. She gave small gasps as his seed splashed inside.

They panted as they looked at each other. Jaune smiled as he leaned down and kissed her again, before laying to her side and pulling her close. He chuckled.

"What's so funny?" Nora asked, a smirk on her lips.

"Just finding it funny your veil is still on." He replied.

"Uh, yeah, of course." Nora rolled her eyes. "This isn't coming off until our honeymoon is over."

Jaune nuzzled his nose into hers, giving her a Kiss of Solitas. She giggled at that.

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Nora yawned as she woke up. She looked to her husband, Jaune Valkyrie-Arc, as his broad chest rose and fell beneath the covers. She smiled. Ten years of marriage, and the only thing that changed was his beard.

She climbed out of bed to bathroom and brushed her teeth. Spitting out the toothpaste, she remembered the importance of today. Today was her son's tenth birthday, which means she needed to do something big for him. Not party big, but definitely something memorable.

Stepping out after freshening up, she makes her way to the kitchen to start cooking breakfast. In a skillet, she cooked bacon, fried eggs, and even made some old fashion hashbrowns. The sound of sizzling and the scent of cooking grease enticed her husband out of bed. His hand reached over for a strip of bacon, but was swiftly defeated by a swat of her spatula.

"Ow!" He winced.

"When Magnum is awake, you can share." Nora said. "I'm almost done anyways. I just need to make some pancakes for my favorite little man."

"That's fine, I can wait." Jaune leaned against the door frame.

Nora quickly stirred the batter together, ready to pour on a new skillet. But she still needed something more for her little man. She looked to Jaune.

"Hey, what's the recipe for your pancakes?"

"Oh, I haven't made those in years." Jaune smiled, stroking his beard. "But it's not too difficult. It's just a pinch of brown sugar cinnamon to the batter."

"YES! I FINALLY GOT IT!" Nora cackled as she set the batter mix in the counter, rushing to the spice cabinet. "It took me ten years, TEN YEARS, but I finally got your recipe, Jaune!"

Jaune stood quietly in the doorframe, watching as Nora pinch the brown sugar and cinnamon from a small mixing saucer into the batter, cackling like a wicked witch boiling a brew.

"...Are you still making him pancakes?" Jaune asked.

"Well, duh, I have to feed our son something special for his birthday." Nora answered. "You only turn ten once!"

#rwby #nora valkyrie #jaune arc #nora's arc #rwby smut

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general--winter · 1 year

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uchiha shisui x reader - not a snowbird

author's note: I PROMISE I'm working on requests, I've just been working a bit more on ventfic one shots in my free time since it's finals and I kinda can't function, especially since I graduate university in two weeks, lol. This fic is greatly inspired by my own experiences with anxiety attacks and mental illness, so it's definitely not a one-size-fits-all type of deal. Hope you all enjoy!

rating: teen

fandom: naruto

pairing: uchiha shisui x gn!reader

word count: 2419

warnings: anxiety attacks, self-doubt/self-loathing, general mental illness descriptions

summary: snowbird - someone who migrates to warmer climates to avoid the winter cold

Sometimes, you can feel the void in your chest.

It burns ice into your heart, into your stomach. You shiver but you aren’t actually cold. It sucks the oxygen out of your lungs and causes you to hyperventilate. Your extremities tremble, every muscle in your body tenses. You try to catch your breath. There was no air to be consumed. You’re drowning in anxiety, the ice seizing control of every nerve in your body and brain, curling through them and freezing you from the inside-out. Your limbs scrunch up and your throat constricts, fighting against your instinct to breathe. At some point, the feeling in your hands and feet has vanished. It’s almost as if your body wants to shut down. That would certainly make sense, considering your inability to form any cohesive thought. Primitive thought was all you were capable of. Basic survival instincts. But even those are pushing to their max; seeing as your heart rate has skyrocketed and you’re heaving for breath faster than if you’d just ran a mile. Even though quite literally nothing had happened to make your fight-or-flight instincts surface.

Yeah. Anxiety attacks were fun. Especially when you had to hide them from your house party guests. When they're the presumed cause.

You pulled yourself into a ball, trying to drain any heat you could from the wool blanket you kept in the bathroom for this very purpose. All you were able to do was drench it in your chills-induced sweat. And the tile floor pressed against your cheek was certainly not doing you any favors.

All the while, your thoughts raced. There were so, so many people around. All asking you about every minute detail about your life. Teasing you about your worst insecurities, prodding at topics that made you freeze up. It was too much at once. Everyone here was just a reminder of your past failures. Asking you why you never moved away from home, what happened to the rebellious nature you used to flaunt, why you were so compliant with the life path you always denounced—

From tailbone to skull, a violent, spasming shiver wracked your body. Where did all of your body heat go during times like these, you wondered? Did the cool floor drain it away? Or was your body leeching every ounce of warmth into the air to further torture you? There simply was no answer now, though you rationally knew it was just a sensation. A trick of the body and mind.

This situation sucked. And you had to reel it in before the partygoers got suspicious of their host’s absence. The music and chatter of your family and friends taunted you from outside, morphing into a muffled rumble as they entered your perception. Were you underwater? Your lungs might as well be filling with water rather than air. There was no relief from your stressed breathing.

It was a failure. Just like everything else in your life. Like how you couldn't do what you promised at seventeen, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at the doors of your university. Sure, you had graduated, but now what? You’re back in your hometown, right where you said you would never go again. Now your body’s natural instincts were betraying you, were kicked into overdrive. Making you a panicked mess on the floor of your new apartment’s bathroom. It was pathetic, you thought.

Knock, knock, knock!

The clear, rapt knocks of the wooden door pierced your eardrums through the haze of noise beyond, causing you to jump in place, clutching ever stronger to anything you could use to ground yourself, to physically keep yourself from sinking. Who came to your bathroom? The party was in another part of the apartment with a half-bath nearby. No one even knew where this one was, nor did they have any reason to come all the way here. It was your safe space. A defensive cove no one would find while you were breaking down. Honestly, you were shocked you had half a mind to stumble in here however long ago you started to panic. A few minutes? An hour? What time was it, anyway?

“Hey, is everything alright in there?” a voice gently spoke from the other side. Who had come here to laugh at your misery? Your senses were so overwhelmed that you barely registered the identity of the voice.

You couldn’t, didn't want to muster a response to this mystery person. They were surely someone you knew, and out of the twenty-or-so people at your place right now, there was only one you think you could eventually be okay with finding you here.

And, well, to your (mis)fortune, that exact person picked the lock of the bathroom effortlessly and nudged the door open. It made sense, after all. He was the only person who could ever tell when you left the room; it seemed that sometimes you were invisible to everyone but him. Your sunken-in, puffed eyes met his near-black ones above, sparkling and wide with concern. Half-delirious, you weren’t sure if he was an angel coming down from above to save you or a devil stalking over its prey.

“Oh, sweetie,” he sighed, coming to kneel down in front of you after quietly closing the door. The closer he got, the faster your breath rushed through your lungs. When he got too close, you were sure he could feel the arctic rush of air settled around your cocoon.

“Shisui… help,” you managed in a herculean effort.

“Do I help by staying or leaving?” he whispered, still crouched.

“Staying,” you forced out, reaching for his hand like you were about to tumble down a sheer cliff.

“Physical touch is okay?” he checked.

“Yes… No more talking for now… please.” The voice croaking those words was almost foreign.

With a nod, Shisui scooped you up, blanket and all. He was so, so warm. Like you were laid atop a furnace. You sucked every ounce of heat from his body while he silently took you to your bed. His breathing obviously deepened and took on a steady rhythm. Was he trying to get you to match?

Shisui placed you gingerly under your comforter, pulling away the emergency blanket from your shoulders. In an instant he'd worked his way around to the other side of the bed and slipped under to grasp your halfway-catatonic body, folded instantly into a cocoon, in a warm embrace.

There was something about the way Shisui cuddled you, especially at times like these. While you were in that fetal position with your eyes clamped shut, trying to catch your breath at his pace like you ran a marathon, the pressure of his arms and body on you breathed life back into your icy limbs. Sensations in your fingers and toes returned, first to static and then to the gentle rubbing of Shisui's dress shirt and pants.

And when his hand stroked your head in just the right way, Shisui was blown back by the force of your reciprocated hug. He let out a gentle chuckle and continued to calm you. One of Shisui's arms was anchored around your shoulders, making sure you were tethered to reality, to your bed. His free hand traced gentle, random patterns on the plane of your clothed back. A long time ago, you'd told him that it was one of the most relaxing things someone could do to you. Ever since, it has been Shisui's go-to in these situations.

Your face dug into his chest, the scent of cologne overtaking your senses. The familiarity of it all smashed the breaks on your heartbeat and your body’s functions started to finally decelerate. Shisui was a very soft person to lay on. He was a lot more fit than you, but there was still some squish to his body. It filled out his figure aesthetically, but what mattered more to you was that it made him so much more comfortable to cuddle.

However, you suddenly became self-aware of how much your grasping hands must have been messing up his shirt and wrinkling the entire backside. Oh great, and you were starting to cry on his chest, making it all soggy. What if Shisui wanted to get back to having fun with everyone? If you remembered correctly, he was in an animated conversation with your dad about something. Weren’t you holding him back from doing what he wanted? And… did you even deserve to be comforted after abandoning your guests?

Swiftly, you let go of Shisui and tried to turn your back to him to make him let go. That, infuriatingly, did nothing to sway his grasp on your body, although now he was quite confused. His brows knitted together and his soft gaze was fixated on you. Only you.

I don’t even think I deserve to be comforted, you spiraled. I’m ripping Shisui away from his fun time and letting everyone else down just because I’m too pathetic to put up with some silly questions.

“You can go back,” you breathed out onto his shirt after trying in vain once again to worm your way from his arms and cocoon once again into your bed. “I don’t want to keep you. And I should go back soon, too.”

“Hey, you little dumpling,” gently teased Shisui, the soft lilt of his voice drawing a sob closer to your throat. You felt one of his rough hands run atop your head again. “I’m here for you, you've gotta get better. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

You opened your eyes and looked upwards, facing his tender expression. Normally, your heart would waver, but right now you were too caught up in your own self-loathing and panic to even think about that.

“But we really should get back to the party. I don’t want to hold you back from everyone,” you whispered. “I’ve already messed up your shirt too. It’s not presentable anymore. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry.” A firm, but loving tone accompanied these words. “You have absolutely nothing to apologize for. I know this can happen to you. I’m sorry that this is something you experience.”

Shisui shifted to sit up with a creak of the bed, dragging your head to lay on his soft lap. Your gaze focused up his body to look at him. One cheek was pressed against his body, the other caressed by his hand, gently wiping away the mist of tears on your lashes.

“If I could take on all of the hurt, all of the anxiety you experience, I would do it in a heartbeat. But I can’t. So the second best thing I can do is be here while you do.”

“But I’m wasting your time,” you whimpered. “You shouldn’t have to deal with this. With me.”

“Hey. No,” Shisui gently scolded, bringing his palm to stroke your one upturned cheek. You hesitantly met his intense gaze, focusing more on his eyelashes than his pupils. “When I said I wanted to be your boyfriend all that time ago, I meant it. And that means I’m your partner. During the ups and downs, during times of suffering and joy. I’m not a snowbird, I’m here for all of it. I chose to be with all of you. And this is included. So I will dedicate myself to you fully.” He smirked. "That's just the kind of guy I am, yeah?"

You let out a little snort, his speech breaking through the final layer of ice surrounding your heart. “That kind of sounded like wedding vows.”

A red-hot blush spread across Shisui’s face, and his once-intense eyes now shied away. He muttered while shoving his face slightly into your pillow, but you were able to catch what he said:

“Maybe I should write that down so I can say it again one day.”

A ghost of a smile graced your lips. Once again, you wrapped your arms around Shisui’s waist, now enjoying the rise and fall of his breath. The periodic motion and slight whistle of his nose slowed your beating heart while finally and successfully matching your breaths to his. No longer was ice pumping through your veins, but real, genuine blood that breathed life into your body once more.

You allow the sensation of being present in the moment to wash over you a bit more. In this time, you shift yourself back up into a sitting position to nuzzle into Shisui's shoulder, his arm draping over you once more and one hand reaching out to pinch your nose shut.

"If you don't mind me asking," he spoke with care, "what's got you so worked up? I've gathered that you feel guilty for keeping me and for leaving the party, but—"

You cut him off in a nasally voice. "I was just super overwhelmed by everyone asking me questions that shamed me. It wasn’t on purpose, I don’t think. They're all done by now, it was at the beginning of the party, but it was just really digging under my skin."

"Okay," Shisui replied with a snicker, letting go of your nose. "It’s over, then. You’ve got it out of your system. There’s no need to feel guilty, either. You were feeling unwell, so you left. I’m pretty proud of you for that. Maybe we can work up to leaving before an attack starts. You know, set some boundaries.”

“Yeah, I can talk to my therapist about it,” you replied. “I still feel a little guilty about everything, but… thank you for being here for me.”

“Of course. Anything for you, alright? Are you up to going back?”

“I think I spent all of my energy,” you said, volume barely above a whisper. “I don't think I’ll be able to get out of this bed no matter how hard I try.”

“The party’s been winding down anyway. I’ll get rid of everyone for you, yeah?”

Shisui slipped out of the bed in one fluid motion, leaving a pool of warmth behind. Your head hit the backboard and your eyes slid closed, soaking in the presence that Shisui left behind as he took care of wrapping up your get-together. He was always so kind and understanding with you. It made your heart race in a different, more pleasing fashion. No matter what, he always made sure you knew you were supported by him. And, well, no matter how hard your brain tried to fight, you knew Shisui would always be there to grapple back until you learned how.

#naruto #naruto x reader #uchiha shisui #uchiha shisui x reader #gender neutral reader #one shot

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helpwhatsthis · 2 years

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For your most recent post right this is kinda like a general fucked up type if shit so stay with me here. So basically 001 the reader and Eddie were all “working” for Dr.Brenner right and they’re like secretly dating each other type of shit like that. But like that we’re it gets fucked up cuz then mf 11 comes around n shit so that’s where it Lowkey fucks everything up. But then maybe MAYBE later on when 001/Vecna comes back he puts Reader and Eddie under his “spell” and they reconnect. 🤷🏾‍♂️ idk what I just wrote but yea.💀

remember- e.m. / 001

the post being referred to is this one!

thank you sm for the idea, love! i'm thinking of writing one where reader has powers, and they see their childhood friend (from before the lab) in their mind and it's eddie. so henry... kidnaps him for her, bc he wants to see his baby happy.

warnings: angst, vecna, eddie is a lil stupid, lots of blood, lots of death, deep descriptions of pain, it’s fucked, okay? very short but open for part two!

also for the fics sake, vecna is like twenty during the events of s4

you can't think. all you know is that the halls are too dark to see, and your skull is pounding. the hall, that of which are hawkins' lab, a place you hadn't set your eyes on in two years.

"y/n!" you hear it, the distinct sounds of eddies' cries. "y/n! henry! please!" his pained voice echos through the hall. your movement speed up, bringing you through the familiar path that leads to the janitors' closet. you pass bodies, and blood, so much blood. it doesn't faze you though; you've seen it all before, and you keep seeing it more every time you dare to sleep.

"baby-" you whine, finally seeing his trembling form on the cold linoleum floor. you don't have to look hard to know he's bleeding, both from his eyes and his nose. you wish you could forget the odd angle is arm is twisted at. you pull him into your lap, attempting to shush his pained cries.

"i don't wanna die." he sobs, and the words echo in your mind. you'd never be able to get them out of your head, not as long as you live.

"you won't, little one." the deep, grating voice comes from behind you. the soft pricks of claws nip at your scalp.

"who are you?" you whimper, "why do you keep showing me this?" you cry, pulling eddie into your chest. this thing, this grotesque and vile being kneels before you; it adorns a sad smile as is brushes the blood from eddies' face.

"because i want you to remember, my love." it growls, "i need you to remember the night she took you both from me." before you can process the words, its' claws dig into your skull. the pain is agonizing, searing. you can feel every twitch of its' fingers, burning your brain and melting your mind.

"henry!" you scream, sitting up in bed and choking on your sob. your head is still throbbing, making your vision blurry; but you're home. you're in bed, and eddie is beside you. he pulls you into his arms, cooing at your whimpers and whipping the blood from under your nose.

"it's okay, baby. you're okay, i'm here." eddie whispers, picking your body up with surprising ease and carrying you to the kitchen. he places you on the cabinet and begins to fill a glass with water from the tap. "was it... that night? again?" he asks, shuffling on his sock clad feet as he brings the cup to your lips.

images flash in your mind as you drink. the soft touches, the lingering of lips on lips; and then the blood, the way it all fades as eddie spasms on the floor and begs to live.

"it's him." you whisper, eyes finding his. "i don't know... how? or how i know? but it's him." he doesn't speak, just gazes at you tentively. "please... please eds? just say that you believe me?" you beg.

you don't know how much longer you can take this. how much longer can you withstand the headaches, the nosebleeds, knowing that the disfigured creature that haunts your nightmares is the person you loved. most of all; the way eddie seems to think you're losing your mind.

it's been over a year since you stopped going to therapy. you thought you'd accepted it; accepted that the girl, the child, had killed henry and your mother, and nearly killed eddie too. things had been... okay, after the incident. that man, brenner, had taken pity on wayne; had given him a document to sign, given eddie all the medical care he needed (free of charge), and gotten you therapy to deal with it all. to deal with losing your mother, who'd been a doctor at the lab since you were a child. to deal with losing henry, who you and eddie had fallen for all too quickly.

it was inevitable really, the three of you. your mother and wayne had been close friends through his maintenance job at the lab. you'd all been so young and had so much free time before the other children had arrived. it was nearly impossible to pin-point when the twisted form of playground, puppy love between the three of you turned into the real thing.

"babydoll," he hums, hands cupping your jaw. "he's dead." his voice cracks. "i want to believe you. you know that i do, but honey... whatever she did to him... there wasn't even a body left." you cry out at his words, and he lets you hide your face in his chest.

"if you could see, what i see. you would know." you whisper into his hellfire shirt, his own way of coping he'd picked up.

"he will, darling." the deep voice growls, making you sob into eddies' chest harder. "he'll understand soon enough." the dark groan turns into the soft, loving one you know so well. "you'll see, little one." henry hums. the fingers combing through your hair are still sharp, nearly breaking your skin. "i just need a little more time."

just a little more time, you'll both see.

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oldbutnotyetwise · 5 months

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Envy

Envy is defined as a feeling of discount or resentful longing aroused by someone else’s possessions, qualities or luck. Aristotle defined Envy as pain at the sight of another’s good fortune. The Bible states Envy is a sin. As one evangelical dictionary puts it, envy is the “sin of jealousy over the blessings and achievements of others. The words Envy and Jealousy are interchangeable.

So it seems pretty straight forward that Envy is a bad thing, hard to see Envy as anything but a bad thing. So I hope that you won’t think less of me when I share with you that I am a very envious person these days. I envy so much, I spend so much of my day feeling envious of so many of those around me. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want for those around me to be pulled down to my level of struggle, I just wish that I was still able to live at my former level of living, the level that most around me still live at.

So what do I envy….where do I start…….

I envy those who get to sleep in their own bed, with the love of their life. I sleep in a borrowed hospital bed where I can grab onto the bed rail to help me roll over, since I can’t do that anymore on my own. I look over at my wife sleeping quietly in the next bed missing the comfort received from reaching out and feeling her beside me in the depths of the night. When a caress, embrace or soft kiss was all that was needed to chase away the demons and ease us back into a restful slumber.

I have led a good life and had some adventures along the way, there were times when what I was doing in my career was quite dangerous. You know what the most dangerous thing I do now is? The most dangerous thing that I do everyday is I go to the bathroom, struggling to get in and out, legs quivering under the strain and exhaustion of standing, praying that I won’t fall and require rescue, or even worse break something. I worry about the day when my legs stop working totally, and I know that is only days or weeks away. I envy people who can easily and discretely take care of their bathroom needs.

I envy those who have the ability to be independent, I was once independent but now I’m totally dependant on others for my survival. It is one thing to accept another’s help, it is another thing to require someones help for almost everything. It is a hard lesson to learn, how to accept the constant help of others, not sure that there is anything more humbling.

I envy those who are able to dress themselves. My wife picks out my clothes, although she does accept my input. I wait for her to have a break in her busy morning so she has the time to help me get dressed. Something that used to be done so easily and quickly is now a major ordeal.

I envy those who can quickly jump in the shower, wash, dry off and get dressed. I feel like I have run a marathon by the time I just make it to the bathroom, then I need my wife to lift my legs into the tub as I sit on the shower bench. I then do my best to shower myself while sitting. I miss standing there under the shower head letting the hot water run over my body, it just felt so good. Now I shut the water off, dry myself as best I can before Robin helps me get my legs out of the tub and helps me to my feet again. I stand there on my unreliable legs while Robin drys the rest of me and I struggle out into the other room where Robin helps me get dressed, by which time I’m physically spent.

Your odds of getting ALS in Canada is .25%, or one out of every 400. About 4% of people with ALS have something called Laryngospasms, basically where your vocal chords spasm and close off your windpipe so you can’t breath. Yes I have hit the long odds twice, and I envy those who don’t know the panic off suddenly having their windpipe close off while you wonder if this is your time to die.

Connected to the Laryngospasms, is the weakened throat and mouth muscles I now live in constant fear whenever I eat or drink that I will choke. We were out to a restaurant with another couple recently and I spent the entire time extremely stressed that I would choke and make a big scene, embarrassing me and everyone with me. I ate slowly with small bites and was still eating when everyone else's plates were empty and had been taken away. I envy those who can eat and drink without giving a thought to the risk of choking.

I envy those who can go out, get in and out of a vehicle easily, can climb those stairs into that really nice restaurant, just walk through that door without struggling to hold the door open and maneuver a wheel chair through the opening. I envy those who can go out and just use the washroom, that don’t live in fear that maybe they drank too much and won’t make it home before needing a washroom. Very soon my wife and I will not be able to go out in the van anymore because I won’t be able to transfer between the wheelchair and the van. I will be trapped in my Condo, only able to go where my wheelchair will take me.

I envy my friends who are living their best life, travelling or living their dream, friends that have a world full of possibilities in front of them. I envy people who don’t have a major struggle to make it through every single day.

I envy people who can communicate easily. You see my arms and hands are becoming non-compliant to the directions my brain is sending them. Most of my writing on my laptop is now done with either one or two fingers. Everything takes longer, and I don’t know that I will ever get the writing done that I wanted to get done before I die.

I envy people who can talk clearly. You see for years I spoke very well, I had great diction, spoke clearly and intelligently during many Press Conferences. I also felt I had a great voice, I used to joke that when I turned it on that I had that Late Night Radio Talk Show Host Voice. Now I mumble because of the muscle degeneration, I dislike the sound of my voice, I don’t like talking on the phone now because I am hard to understand. Now at Social Events I am more inclined to just sit quietly hoping no one tries to converse with me. It’s not worth having to repeat myself two or three times and even then still not be understood. No one wants to be a spectacle, yet that is what I have become.

Now that I have confessed my sin of Envy I hope you will forgive me this continuing transgression. Despite all these challenges I continue to consider myself a very fortunate person, Robin and I will continue to do our best until….well until we can’t anymore. I don’t want your pity, or you feeling sad for me but what I do want is for you to realize just how fortunate you are. Perhaps my situation can help make your more mindful, to be aware and grateful for all the little things that you do without giving them a second thought. Savour every minute because one day the sand in your hourglass will run out, perhaps when you’re not looking, or perhaps when you are upset over some trivial matter, or perhaps when you least expect it. Strive instead to be in a happy, content and mindful state when your time runs out, after all isn’t that how all great journeys should end?

#envy #als #gratitude

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peachybun-bun · 2 years

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All Mine

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pairing; boo seungkwan x m reader

genre; smut (minors dni)

notes/warnings; sub!seungkwan, dom!reader, mlm, ass play, rimming, dirty talk

word count; 320 and some change

a/n; this is written for @peachytangerines. please reblog our work and let us know what you think. reblogging makes tumblr go round.

Your hands glide along smooth flesh before you hear a soft moan from the man laid bare in front of you. A smile crosses your lips before you press a kiss to one cheek then the other making Seungkwan press his face into the pillow as his cheeks flush and go warm.

“So pretty and all mine. Isn’t that right?” Seungkwan nods into the soft fabric and mutters your sentence back to you but his tone is much whiner than yours. It’s like music to your ears how whiny he gets when he has his ass up for you and he becomes putty in your hands.

Seungkwan gasps as your thumbs glide along the plump flesh just missing where he wants you most. “Please?” You can’t help but scoff lightly at his request even as you watch him clench around nothing in anticipation. “So greedy baby boy but you look so good I can’t resist a taste…”

The sound that leaves his mouth goes straight to your cock as your tongue runs along his opening. His hands grip the sheets as he gasps out tiny words of affirmations as you use your thumbs to keep him open so your tongue can go in deeper. He was so delicious you could look past the artificial flavor of strawberries left from prepping him.

Pulling back you lick your lips and watch his hole spasm at the loss of your mouth. “Fuck you are such a good boy tonight. I wish you could see yourself. See how pretty this little hole is.” A muffled whine leaves his lips as you run your index finger along his opening pressing in up to your first knuckle, not giving him nearly enough before taking your finger back.

“Please sir…” Your cock twitches at the name and your hand comes down on his ass making him moan before you settle back in, your breath teasing him. “Whatever my baby wants. Since you asked so nicely.”

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jordyn-degas · 2 years

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Hiii!! May I request a naruto x fem!reader please? Can it be aftercare naruto like him and his s/o we’re done being intimate together and naruto taking care of his s/o after.

Hiiiiiiii! 🥰

I'm a bit late to the party unfortunately as it took me a while to resume writing for my asks 😩 but i pulled through -

Here it is a bit of sweetness with our foxy boy we love so much 😌 Hope you'll enjoy 😇

Head hitting the pillow, your body spasms from the overwhelming orgasm were yet to subside, panting bouncing off the walls, stars shining on the bedroom's ceiling as a serene smile curved up your lips, eyes filled with nothing but pure ecstasy. Words were simply evading you, brain unable to put two and two together just yet as it was still in the process of absorbing all the pleasure, twisting and turning it into shiver remnants of what has been unfolding in the room for the past two hours. Your husband's body dropped onto the mattress, glistening with the sweat of a job well done, his hand reaching for yours and pulling you closer to him, lips meeting the feverish forehead, bodies molding together once again. A sigh rolled off your lips at the touch, unable to move up and meet his eyes that were solely trained on your form.

"That was .." Naruto whispered, letting a deep breath that has been nestled into his chest since he came, taking in the peacefulness of the moment.

"Oh, I know!" you replied, voice coming out in waves of various tonalities due to the panting that was slowly starting to resume into normal breathing. "Argh!"

"What's wrong?" Naruto jumped, carefully settling your body on its back, softly bushing away every hair strand out of place. "Was I too rough?"

"No, baby." you replied, fingers brushing lightly across his cheek while getting lost into those beautiful baby blue eyes that have stolen your heart more than 16 years ago. "There is no such thing as too rough with us."

Naruto did not reply, frowning slightly seeing how your back would arch in a not so subtle movement, trying to alleviate the discomfort of him bending you in abnormal positions. Lips capturing each other in a loving kiss, the hunger being all consumed for now, Naruto stood up from the bed and went into the bathroom. Laying there, fingers brushing along the freshly kissed lips, you thought about how lucky you were for having him standing by your side, all of the moments since being children rushing before your tired eyes, flashing as if it was a past life.

The bathroom door opened suddenly, Naruto's naked and sculpted form approaching the bed, eyebrow raised at the way his eyes traveled up and down your body. Bending over the bed, his strong arms picked you up bridal style, carrying you into the bathroom where the heavy warmth sent shivers down your spine. The bath was all settled, watermelon and bubbly white foam coating the water that filled up the tub. With the way the steam was slowly dissipating into the air, you realized he also chose the perfect, scorching temperature in which you always showered or bathed. Naruto placed a quick kiss on your cheek before descending your body into the water slowly in order to easily adjust to the warmth pinching all the soreness.

"Oh, God .." you sighed deeply, feeling the way each limb stretched under the caress of watermelon scented water.

"This good, baby?" Naruto asked, his body sinking into the bathtub behind, legs opening to welcome you in between them, back resting against his chest.

"Perfect." you replied, eyes closing in to take in the moment.

As you relaxed into the feeling of warmth untangling all the soreness he gave you, Naruto took each arm into his hands and slowly began massaging along them, adding a bit of pressure in order to release yours. Humming, body sinking slightly deeper into the water, he placed a kiss on your shoulder before moving to the neck. Head bowed forward, Naruto grabbed a hair tie placed on the edge of the bathtub, where you kept some specifically for this, swiftly pulling all of it into a messy bun, and began rubbing gently on the most tensed part of your body. Small groans and sighs escaped, Naruto chuckling softly at how much you were enjoying this. He could not help himself from peppering kisses all over your neck and shoulders, placing the most in between the shoulder-blades, one of his most favorite places to press his cheek when sleeping.

"Don't fall asleep on me, my love." he whispered into your ear before releasing the hair from the bun. "I'm not done."

Reaching above his head, Naruto grabbed a bottle of shampoo and another for conditioner, placing them both on the corner of the bathtub. You hummed in pleasure sensing the cold liquid being poured on top of your head, Naruto's fingers expertly massaging the scalp and spreading it all over, not missing a single strand.

"s good .." you whisper, tongue losing into the perfect, tingling sensation of his fingers working with such skill.

"You've been so good to me tonight." Naruto said, going in to remove all the shampoo from your hair. "Now it's my turn to be good to you."

Somehow, his words only made you shiver even more, hairs raising on your body, breath hitching at what the first sentence implied.

"Later, I promise." Naruto chuckled, noticing how your body responded to anything remotely sexual that came from him.

After shampooing and applying conditioner, he let it set while watching your fingers aimlessly tracing along his legs, back arching from time to time as all the soreness was not uncomfortable anymore. When your body was soaked properly, hair and body washed without a single intervention from your side, Naruto cleaned himself as well and got out of the bathtub, helping your tired body into a plush bathrobe. He made sure every bit was covered, tying it around hard enough to not fall but also to not apply too much pressure on your skin. After all these years, Naruto was completely familiar with what creams, lotions or oils you were using, choosing your favorite night lotion, applying evenly all over the skin of your face, pinching playfully a bit at the cheeks, wanting to see that childish smile of yours whenever he was taking such care.

"Thank you." you said with a small blush, fingers intertwined with his as he led you back into the bedroom. "It was perfect."

"Not yet." Naruto grinned over the shoulder, your eyebrows shot up in surprise seeing how he was pulling you past the bed, out of the room and into the kitchen.

Naruto was the type of husband to use the height he possessed to his advantage, enjoying every single time you could not reach one of the glasses set into the top cupboard. Therefore, hands went under the armpits as you were lifted up the same way you are picking up the children now and placed on the high stool by the kitchen island.

"I am not that small." you sighed, nose scrunching up.

"For me you are." Naruto chuckled, quick kiss pinching your reddish from the bath steam nose. "Short stuff."

Picking up one of the clean dish rags laying around, you threw it at him only for your husband to catch it and laugh. His bare form turned around, only a towel carelessly hanging on the hips, offering you an image that could easily turn relaxation into desire, into that deep want you always had for him, muscles tensing beautifully as he opened the freezer. The brightest smile that one could have, looking as if touched by the sun itself, split across your face seeing what Naruto was holding.

"Is that .." you gasped noticing the label, water pooling into your mouth rapidly.

"Yes." Naruto wiggled his eyebrows, grabbing two spoons from a nearby drawer.

"With the big chocolate chunks?" you asked, mesmerized by the ice cream tub being placed in front of you.

"Yes." Naruto replied tapping the sealed lid.

"And the swirl of salted caramel and dark chocolate syrups?" you went again as if seeing it for the first time, face displaying nothing but surprise.

"Mhm." your husband laughed, taking it away and walking towards the couch where he sat cross-legged.

"B-but .." you rushed, jumping off the stool and settling immediately into his lap, always sitting like this when sharing food or sweets. "I have searched in all Konoha."

"I had it delivered from another village." Naruto replied handing you a spoon and taking off the lid.

"What?!" you asked in shock. "You didn't had to."

"Are you happy?" he asked, watching how you took the spoon to your mouth and tasted the ice cream, a pleasured groan escaping.

"Yes, yes I am." you replied leaning into his back.

"Then I had to." Naruto smiled, fingers working up and catching your chin in between them, turning your head to face him. "I'd do anything to see you happy and smiling."

"Naruto .." you whispered, faint blush pinching your words as if it was the first time hearing these words.

"I love you." he said, lips brushing softly against each other.

"I love you too." the reply came instantly, deep and full of nothing but love kiss ensuing between a happy, adoring wife and a beyond in love husband.

Sixteen years since you chose him. Fourteen years since he made you his.

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