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jamneuromain · 9 months

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Highway to Hell - Shared

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Series summary: A failed mission brought you once again back on earth, a punishment that’s more pleasurable than you'd normally expect punishments to be. Your punishment? Corrupting people’s thoughts. It’s easy, in a very simple way: sexual pleasure. Turns out no man can resist such a beauty like you.

And who were you? Oh, just the devil's child.

A/N: This is a drabble of what would the four men do when they find out you have been dancing among them. Spoiler alert: they decide to share. Applause to the amazing @rogerswifesblog / @rogerswifesblog-updates who help me write this series and provide many excellent ideas to put in the fic <333

Pairings: Cop Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Priest Steve Rogers x Reader, Bartender Ari Levinson x Reader, Uncle Curtis Everett x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Gangbang, Dub con, Double Penetration, P in V, Anal, Oral (Male Receiving), Handjob, Unprotected Sex, Age Gap (implied), Power Imbalance, Spanking, Threesome (implied), Overstimulation, Creampie (implied), Cum Play, Dummification (just a little), slightly dark(?

On second thought, you shouldn’t have trusted Steve, who told you he needed to speak to you in somewhere private.

And you trusted him. Following him to where he said it would be “peace and quiet”.

Or else, you wouldn’t be cornered by four fuming men in a hotel room, all knowing that you have slept with them separately, while thinking they must have been your only one.

Who would doubt an innocent girl that did nothing than to accept their “generous” offer?

Lloyd, obviously.

“Smart move, sunshine.” The man with a moustache twitches his lips, far from amused, “Telling us that you are shy and rather we won’t tell anybody? Intimate moves forbidden in public? Too bad your little plan didn’t work out.”

“I didn’t plan anything.” You lie to their faces. While in fact you did, carefully choosing your “target”. Lloyd was the unexpected one of them though, since he asked you to pull over as you should have gotten a speed ticket.

“Public?” Steve grinds his teeth before growling, his temper on the thin line of exploding, “I fucked her right in the church. There were only two of us. But still…” Drawing a cross in front of his chest, Steve murmurs a few prayers silently, regardless of the other three men watching him in curiosity.

Lloyd snaps his head back to you, flashing a wolfish glint in his eyes, “The point is, you made us feel very bad about ourselves, sunshine.”

“Yeah, well, you should be proud of yourselves. I wasn’t planning on expanding the list of the men I’ve slept with.” You snap back.

“And we’re supposed to … what? Gloat?” Curtis casually says, taking off his coat, blocking the window, and probably your only hope of escaping, as Lloyd leans on the door.

“If you don’t like it. Feel free to cancel my monthly subscription.” You retort his sarcasm, crossing your arm in front of your chest.

“Gentlemen,” Ari hums in a low voice so that everyone could pay him some attention. He’s been silent ever since Steve led you into this room, “obviously we need more than a ‘monthly’ drop-by.”

The men nod in unison.

“Although we haven’t clarified the specific terms, I believe we should use her whenever we please. And, of course, as we all agree to, share.” Ari smiles at you, but says the darkest thing you could ever imagine.

This was definitely not part of your plan.

“I’ll ask Jake whether he wants to be part of this.” Curtis throws an icy glare at you, “I doubt he would be a problem though. He has shared with me before.”

Lloyd mutters a “fuck”. While Steve is still mulling over his sin-clarification.

“Shall we start?” Ari is shrugging off his leather jacket as he speaks, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt.

“You can’t-” You cry in panic as the four men close in, surrounding you in the middle, “this is against the law … or something at least.”

“Oh sunshine, I am the law in this town.” Lloyd grabs your chin, his psychopathic grin gives you shivers down to your spine, “and you should be glad we decide to forgive you and share you. Or I could tie you up in my basement and invite my new friends over, occasionally.”

You draw a deep breath.

Tears burning. Your jaw hurting. Your dripping holes spreading wide open for two cocks.

“You like that, don’t you?” Lloyd groans as he squeezes your hand tighter, guiding you to stroke his hard cock.

“Yeah she does.” Steve agrees quietly before you could answer. He knees on the couch to push his cock further in your swollen pussy, “Christ. She’s so tight.”

“Wait till you’ve tried her ass, Priest.” Ari brings his hand firmly down your ass cheek, painting it red – as if it weren’t pink and hand-printed already, “that ass is fucking heaven.” He chuckles darkly, kissing the sensitive spot behind your ear, gripping your waist, making sure you are fully seated on his thick member, “or should I say hell?”

Stuffed to the fullest with two cocks in both of your holes, you couldn’t do more than let out a mere whimper.

“Can’t believe I’ve bought her stupid acts.” Curtis spits out through gritted teeth as he feels your throat takes his cock again as far as it could, your whimper vibrates his cock. In return, he tugs your hair without mercy, “all those innocent girly acts. Fuck.”

“We all bought it.” Lloyd eyes Curtis, raising his eyebrows, mocking Curtis, “and speaking from a man that has shared her with his son before, seriously? Innocent?”

Curtis huffs but does not bother to answer.

“My turn.” As Lloyd pulls your hair, and choke you on his cock, leaving Curtis slightly irritated.

You were used by these four men for hours. Each has painted your body, both inside and outside in milky-white substance, bringing you orgasms after orgasms. Your holes red, leaking, and abused.

“No more.” You grip Lloyd’s thigh to keep balance, sniffling when he lets your head go and breathe, battling your eyelashes, but they are heavy with tears that you can’t see his expression, “hurt too much.”

“Heard that?” Lloyd barks out laughter, wiping his cock on your face, leaving traces of your saliva and cum on your rosy cheek, “she said she can’t take it, boys.”

Ari grunts out of disagreement, his fingers dancing around your rim, attempting to squeeze one in alongside his cock, “she was screaming and moaning just fine for hours. Lies.”

“Ari, please,” The helplessness inside you bubbles and fuels to your tears, “I just can’t.”

Steve peppers a trail of kisses down your throat, nibbing your shoulder, while toying with your sensitive clit, “I guess you have to be a strong girl for us then. Don’t you want to be good for all of us, hmm? We’re prepping you. More might join, you know.” He speaks softly, comforting you as always. The panting on the joint between your neck and shoulder increases when your pussy grips him. Still, he mouths your breasts, sucking little red marks on them.

“Steve-” You feel torn apart. The four men bringing you pleasure, but in their own way. As if your body belongs to them separately. And the coil in your stomach threatens to snap with greater pain and pleasure than you could withstand.

A rough hand grips your chin, forcing you to turn the other way.

The hand that has hold you for countless times, on your back with a friendly pat.

Curtis.

“She’s not dumb yet. She can still talk.” Curtis talks about you as if you are an object in front of him, having you clench down your thigh involuntarily. It’s degrading, but it arouses you so much than you should admit. “I’d say she could take more.” The dark brooding man inspects your teary eyes and your cum-stained face, “yeah she’s alright.”

“Heard that, sunshine?” Lloyd taps your forehead with his knuckles, “not brain-dead yet.” He grins, “but it does sound empty, folks.”

Steve wipes the cum from your pussy lips, a mixture of the previous men who has thoroughly used it before he did, onto your soft stomach, which compliments your pretty skin and your cute bellybutton. He smiles warmly, though you are not even certain at this point, “she’s always the smartest. I’d say we work harder to satisfy this little devil, hmm?”

With the element of surprise, Ari starts bouncing you on his dick, shamelessly putting his flexing biceps to use, which earns him a few strangled sounds between cries and moans from you.

He simply shrugs, on receiving three other men’s looks, “I am working.”

And you gulp in fright. When Lloyd, with his sadist grin, taps your lips to open for his heavy cock as you still struggle for air.

This would be the start of some many long nights with men more than you could handle.

Taglist: @rosedpetal @dankoiseori @katcutie @peachlle @mrs-marc-spector

#highway to hell #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers smut #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson smut #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen smut #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x you #curtis everett smut

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illicitlimerence-writes · 1 year

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this feeling | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x best friend!reader word count: 2k words request: nope, at least i don’t think so. prompt: my birthday party is in full swing but it’s too much for me right now, so I grab a bottle of wine and go up to the rooftop. that’s where you find me eventually. found here! warnings: talks about anxiety, social anxiety and themes like that. also, drinking. a/n: it’s my birthday! and as a gift, for both me and you, here’s a 100% self indulgent fic. hope you like it!

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never a big fan of her birthday, it wasn’t a surprise when her surprise party turned a little too overwhelming for her. she was happy her closest friends were there, even some of her best friend’s friends, who eventually became her own.

charles had been the best friend anyone could ever ask for. having known each other since their teenage years, when he was still in f2. because of her father’s job they’d been invited to the f1 abu dhabi grand prix, and it was also the last race in his category.

whilst her father was more focused on the main event, she was interested in the junior category, too. mainly because there were less people gathered around to watch it, which helped with her anxiety when she was around big crowds.

she’d met charles after his race win, he was surrounded by his friends and family, and someone grabbed the bottle of champagne from his hand and started spraying it at him, but she was caught in the crossfire as she was walking by right at that moment. she couldn’t help but yelp, which caught their attention.

“sorry!” charles’ little brother, arthur, said as he took a step back and gave the bottle to the oldest leclerc, lorenzo.

“uhh, no worries,” she sighed, looking down at her wet jacket. it was useless to have it on to try and fight the night chilly wind, so she took it off and held it in her hand as she turned around to walk away.

“hey, wait,” someone caught up to her. she turned her head, seeing charles in front of her a shy smile on her face, “i’m so sorry about my brother, it’s just… the euphoria and all-”

“it’s okay. i saw the race, it was really good. congratulations.” she said, and at that moment a particularly cold gust of wind made her shiver, “i have to go.”

“thanks. um, here-” he zipped down his own jacket, filled with the team and sponsor’s logos. “take this, so you don’t get cold.”

“oh, uh, there’s no need, really-”

“please, i insist,” she sighed, looking down at his hand.

“okay. thank you,” she smiled, taking it and putting it on. she had to bite back the smile that was threatening to appear on her face as the warmth of his jacket enveloped her.

“i- i’m charles, by the way.” he said, extending his hand. she smiled, shaking it.

“(y/n),” she said.

and that was it. they’d ran into each other later that day, while the f1 race was going on, since everyone was gathered at the same spot to watch the race, it left the paddock free to wander around. charles called her name, and they talked the entire time, he opened up to her and she did the same, they exchanged numbers and promised to keep in touch.

flash forward five years later, she hugged charles as a group of fifteen people surprised her in charles’ apartment. it was the only place she’d agree to go without being suspicious. plus, it was where she was staying for her week in monaco.

“thank you, cha,” she smiled, rising to her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his cheek.

“ah, it’s nothing. only the best for the best,” he poked her sides, emitting an adorable yelp followed by giggles. she was quickly approached by her friends waiting there.

throughout their years of friendship charles insisted she visited him at least once every two months, which caused her to start getting to know people on her own and expanding her friend group in that small country.

she said hello to everyone, and felt a small pang in her chest when she received a few gifts. she didn’t like the idea of people feeling pressured or forced to spend time and money on her, but the people there made her forget about that thought for a little while.

it wasn’t until two hours later, when her shoulders started feeling tense, that she knew it was time to take a step back. she slid into the kitchen, opening the fridge door and grabbing her bottle of wine. even though charles lived a life full of luxuries, in which he could buy the most expensive things known to mankind, she always made sure to bring him down to earth. her favorite way was making him go to the grocery store and buy the cheapest bottle of wine he could find. a sweet rose that she’d grown to love throughout the years.

she slipped away unnoticed, everyone was too caught up in a story charles’ friend, pierre was saying. besides the harbor and charles’ apartment, the rooftop in his building was one of her favorite places in monte carlo. it overlooked everything, it had a 360 view of the entirety of monaco, and the night sky.

she stood by the edge, opening the bottle and taking a sip of the sweet wine. she smiled as she thought to everything they’d done that day, from a short ride on his yacht where they enjoyed breakfast, to a walk around, visiting her favorite shops and spots. and a nice dinner before making their way to her surprise party.

she was so lucky to have someone like charles as her best friend. he was so selfless, always putting people before himself, showing his love and appreciation for the people he cared about in any way he could. the monegasque was caring. there was no other way to describe him.

charles laughed as he remembered the anecdote pierre was telling, the frenchman loved having all the attention on him, and he knew how to keep a crowd entertained. charles looked to the kitchen, where he’d last spotted her, but couldn’t find her. he thought that maybe she was feeling hungry and wanted something small, so he stood up and went to the guest bedroom, knowing she didn’t like having people watching her eat. he looked for her everywhere, and looked at his watch once he realized she was gone.

it had been too long since her last alone time to recharge. he decided to wait a few minutes before going to the rooftop, wanting her to get enough time to think about her day and get ready to come back. it took him about five months to really get to know her, to understand her quirks, the things she did when she was nervous, stressed, happy. after that, he only had to look at her to know what she was feeling. he could read her like a book.

once charles decided it was time, he took the elevator up to the rooftop, she’d told him many times before that the view relaxed her, something about the way she could see everything but no one could see her.

“thief,” he called her, walking to her, “you stole my wine.”

“it’s my wine, you just bought it,” she chuckled, smiling at him. “how did you know?” she asked.

“it took you longer than i thought, i’m proud of you,” he said, throwing an arm over her shoulders.

“thanks, i think the amount of people, and the people themselves, really helped.” charles nodded, he’d been afraid that fifteen might be a lot for her, but she loved each and every one of them. “we’re improving,” she said, even though it might seem like she was the one who was improving on her social skills, this was a team effort.

“i’m happy to hear that.” he leaned in, touching her head with his. “did you enjoy your day?” he asked, a smile on his face as he waited expectantly.

“yeah, thank you so much, cha,” she looked up at him, a grin on her face. “i loved today.”

“good,” he said, nodding to himself, making a mental note of everything they’d done that day and storing it in the ‘approved’ folder in his head. “we still need to cut the cake,” he nudged her hip with his, a playful gesture that told her they still needed to go back downstairs, but whenever she felt ready.

“you got me a cake?” she asked, bringing the bottle up to her lips.

“obviously! it’s not a birthday without cake.”

“not necessarily,” she said, handing him the bottle, “this whole day felt like a birthday, a good birthday-” she pointed out, “and there was no cake involved until now,”

“so you’re saying you don’t want that red velvet beauty from that place you like?” he said after drinking some of the wine, placing the bottle on the floor. her eyes widened at his words, that was quite possibly her favorite thing on earth, besides charles.

“i’m just saying… you don’t need a birthday to enjoy some good cake, and a birthday is more than that, it’s about the people and the love.” she said, turning so her back was against the ledge.

“did you feel loved today?” he asked. charles walked in front of her, placing his hands on either side of her.

“i did, yeah.” she nodded, a soft smile on her lips. charles grinned, too, and noticed her eyes flicking down to his lips. “and i loved spending most of the day with you, and everything you did for me. it really made me feel… loved.” she’d paused a little before saying the last word, the tone in her voice changed, it was lower… shy.

it took charles a few seconds to try and recognize what she was feeling, but he’d never seen her like this before. this was new, it was… vulnerable, open.

“you are. so loved. by me and everyone downstairs, and many more.” she gave him a tight lipped smile, nodding.

“i know, it just… nevermind, i’m not making any sense because of the booze and the sleep,” she chuckled, trying to move, escape his caging arms, but he didn’t budge. “let’s go back downstairs, i’m sure now that we’re both gone they’ll notice.”

“okay, but- we’re having this conversation later,” he said.

“sure,” she smiled, placing her hands on his shoulders. she stood up on her tiptoes and again, pressed a kiss to his cheek. “we should go back now,” she said, but felt charles’ hands on her waist.

“wait. just… i can’t read you.” he confessed.

“what?” she frowned.

“what is going on in your mind? i- i don’t… i’ve never seen this look in your face. what are you feeling?” she felt her throat closing, she was aware of how much charles knew her, but him admitting that just by looking at her he could tell what she was feeling… it brought a chill down her back.

“i don’t- don’t really know.” she admitted. “i just know that i’ve never felt anything like this before.”

she paused, staring into charles’ eyes, which seemed to shine like the stars lighting up the sky behind him.

“well… make sure to tell me once you figure it out.” he pleaded.

“is… it’s really that important? what if i don’t feel like this ever again?”

“then we’ll have to work on it. try everything so you have this same look on your face again.” he said, sounding completely serious. she wanted to laugh, it was almost funny how wrapped up in this mystery he was.

“okay. deal.” she agreed, for him.

“good.” he nodded, dropping his hands from her waist, reaching for her hands. “we really should go down now,” he started walking backwards, leading her to the elevator.

“you’re gonna fall,” she laughed, grabbing his elbows to help support him.

“you’ve gotta catch me, then,” he smiled, leaning against the wall as they waited for the elevator.

“fine. deal.”

charles looked at everyone, as they sang happy birthday and she smiled. she was feeling uncomfortable with so many eyes on her but they were all good people, people she trusted and loved. her eyes met charles’, an amused smile on his face as everybody gave their best performance of the simple song.

she raised his eyebrows, an action she’d picked up from him, in a way that said ‘it’s not fancy, but it’s what i have and i wouldn’t change it’.

he just smiled, and kept staring at her even after she looked away. there it was. that same look in her eyes. what was it?

as the song came to an end, it was time to make a wish. she thought hard about it. as she looked around the room, and met charles’ eyes briefly, she knew.

i wish to know what i’m feeling.

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starshipsofstarlord · 2 years

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Bing Bong Bing;

So I’ve seen a bunch of friends fics being written and I thought I’d give it a go so voila enjoy x

Summary - awaking in the middle of the night draws a fear to you, only for your best friend to find out your well kept secret

Pairing - Chandler Bing x Monica’s roommate!Reader

Warnings - dangerous use of frying pans, secret relationships

A racket reverberated from the kitchen, echoing through the hall and there was no doubt someone outside. You couldn’t help but walk out of your room which was next to Monica’s and plod through the living space through the dead of night, all to witness your roommate holding a frying pan suspiciously and Chandler cradling the crown of his head.

“What is going on here?” You groggily asked, screwing your eyebrows up at the situation, not knowing all too well how to intake the scene given the fact that you were still half asleep and wishing to god that all things remained sealed by any lips present. “Don’t tell me you hit Chandler with the pan Mon!”

“No I’m just holding my head for an entirely different reason and Monica hit somebody else on the head with it.” Monica had her arms crossed as she looked between the pair of you, her senses picking up on evidence of panic that was slowly growing from you as you awoke to an understanding state.

“Anything you wanna tell me y/n?” She asked, tucking her weapon of choice behind her elbow as she quirked a brow at you and crossed her arms. You could only imagine how her cooks responded to her but you weren’t ready to give in so easily, she’d have to cook you a little longer.

“I mean if it were Joey at least he wouldn’t be able to lose any more brain cells.” You offered with a sly smile, earning a eye roll from the younger Geller sibling. Chandler huffed, asking if anybody was going to fetch him something to ice his injury with before he walked to the freezer himself.

“About why Chandler was sneaking in at this time y/n? Got any ideas on that?” You bit your bottom lip for a second as you thought before the perfect excuse rang through your brain that hadn’t been rattled by a metal utensil or at least yet. You’d have to remember to leave your key at home if you went over to Chandler and Joeys otherwise you’d be caught red handed all again.

“Um I reckon he snuck in to steal food like he always does.” You shrugged causing Monica to silently turn to your male friend in question to see if that was really the reason.

“I’ve stolen food now to ice the lump that is gonna expand from my scalp.” He gestured to the bag of peas that he was holding to his head. “But yes I came here to get food because I love food, food is beautiful and I never want to spend a second away from food. I can’t sleep without food beside me because I worry about food and if I were in the same apartment as food I’d do the same thing to protect food if someone was trying to break in as Monica just did!” He exasperated breathing heavy from the metaphorical rant that he had just spoken.

“Food loves you too Chan.” You spoke, understanding all that he was putting across and as you had said that a weight was lifted from his very chest. “And food is sorry that Monica hit you with the frying pan.”

“Something tells me we’re not talking about food. I’m a chef and even I’m not this attached to it, I get it. You love him you love her, and you didn’t want anyone to know about this little affair behind closed doors, not even me…”

“Mon come on, it’s not like I didn’t want you to know, your my best friend of course I wanted you to. But-“

“Enjoy your food, I’ll see you guys in the morning.” She put the frying pan on the side and walked to her room leaving you and Chandler alone after the two of you had confessed your love for each other.

“Maybe next time I’ll get a takeaway at my place.” He suggested causing you to laugh as he walked closed and as he did so you grabbed the bag of peas and held them in place for him. “You know she’ll forgive you she’s just mad you didn’t tell her, all with pass and you’ll be as tight as magnets again.”

“Or as close as that frying pan was on your head.”

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sherwees · 4 months

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everything-is-fine-maybe-not-but-whatever (sequel to cflwasd)

cw : major character death, NONCON, violence, detailed-ish murder(s), kidnapping, torture, usage of drugs to knock out reader, descriptions of inflictions (bruises and scars) and just overall fucked shit.

side note : that one clip of Hendery saying “So pretty.” got me through this and I'll link it in the fic.

extra side note : ty for @ne0pearl and @imeunseoksbby for giving me this whole idea!! I tried not to disappoint.

Your mind maybe processed the rushing footsteps coming towards you along with the warmth of Hendery's cock leaving you but you definitely heard a strangled grunt from Hendery with a thud to the wall.

You fixed yourself or at least tempted to but seeing the scene of Hendery's face turning pale with Eunseok's unrelenting grasp on his neck from your peripherals irked you to do something. You were used to not interfering with Eunseok's usual quarrels with whomever.

Swinging your purse on your shoulder, you're met with Eunseok's dead stare with tears brimming, he seemed mad but actually upset for once. Hendery's veins protruded out of his hand as he slid up the wall, teeth clenched in hopes to control his breathing; his other hand fixing his crooked waistband to his underwear.

“Please go outside..” Eunseok says, tilting on one foot to grab his beanie from the ground.

You still and stare.

“Go. Outside.” His head was now turned to you and his voice cracked on the last word, he now shut his eyes with seething anger.

“But Kunhang–”

He slams the side of his fist to a wall, leaving a dent. “I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT– Just go outside.” He then smoothes his beanie out, huffing. Only then, you rush out the door; the summer heat causing your shirt to cling onto your body once more.

This was the only moment you could appreciate your house only being a block away, you could make it home fast and prepare for what he was going to do in a few.

You could only lay under your gray blanket, looking dejectedly at the scars on your thighs; lifting your thigh to observe the crimson heart from only a few minutes before. Hearing the door slam, you scrambled to run to the bathroom with an ache in your chest.

You grasped the oval pendant on your neck with a wince, sliding down the door with a sob until you heard calmer footsteps from the living room. The pendant now laid in your hand, the same pendant you honed on the marble basement floors when you were so fed up from the arguing, you wanted to kill the man.

You wanted to check but it might've been a trick just waiting to hit so you didn't even bother to peek outside until curiosity hit when you heard Eunseok's footsteps and a creak to the bed.

What?

Eunseok's gaze met your scared own immediately.

“Eunnie?” You mumbled.

“My sweet girl.” He rasped from the edge of the bed, arms wrapping around you once you came over with a weak crooked smile from his bleeding lip. The purple and blue splotches blooming amongst his neck and the slight tear at his shirt's neckline, your eyes widened in concern whilst you hugged his neck; smelling his strong cologne from his grey shirt whilst smoothing your hand to his torso.

He sighed, “Now what am I going to do with you..”

There was a sudden steel grasp to the base of your neck; Eunseok's veins leading from his shoulder to his forearm strained against the thin shield of tan skin. The spit accumulating in your narrowed esophagus caused you to kick and scratch at his back. Eunseok's eye twitched, his tense expression falling at once.

You felt something warm on your shirt... sticky.. He coughed concerningly enough to finally make you stare at the maroon emerging and painting his ribs. A profound narrow wound seemed to be stretching from his back to his center; It couldn't be?

Horror and concern jumped at your nerves, “No, no, no.” you murmured as Eunseok's eyes went dull, pupils expanded once he laid beside you. His eyes flickering from your frantic hands grabbing and gripping his shirt to the snot lining your upper lip, lips contorted as spit flew from the power of your strained cords.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” You straddled him into a hug, rocking his soon lifeless body as the blood spread on the sheets below you. His exposed rib knicked and scratched at your own, his heartbeat slowing at the rhythm of your curses.

It was now silent.

You couldn't even call the cops.

Feeling a sharp sensation poke into your palm, opening it there laid, your oval pendant, stained with blood.

You tossed and turned, what the fuck were you doing with a body only a few meters away, your significant other. You needed somewhere to go, he started to decay and every moment you checked on him; his skin got paler.

You couldn't take it. You then scowl and jump up to yank Eunseok's coat off the rack, his warm scent shooting up your nose; something to remember for some time. Where were you walking actually? was the only thing you thought whilst mindlessly walking through the quiet roads. The cold air brushed your exposed and torn knees, the street lights seemed a blur until you stopped at the same wooden door coincidentally.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

Your fist felt sore.

You bit your lip, enough for blood to draw. Your finger tips feathered the cold knob in hesitation, taking a shaken breath, you swung it open; the wind aiding it creepily.

One step.

Two steps.

Three–

“I've been waiting for you.” The grave voice scared you to the core, causing you to stop on your heel comically with a jagged breath. Stilling with a sigh, shoulders hunched as the door shut behind you with your coat sliding off slightly.

Hendery let out an exasperated grunt as his slender fingers trailed around your now-trembling shoulders. His pads rubbing smooth circles into your shoulders to soothe you, you felt like a statue within his presence once he turned you slowly. His eyes focused on your dismal ones as you attempted to look away at the sight of the red outline of Eunseok's fingers.

“There's no need to be ashamed baby, it's just a little boo-boo.” He coaxed in your ear, using his backhand of his navy sleeve to move your strands from your pretty face.

“You need to calm down, come with me.” In a trance, you did. You were mesmerized by his sweet voice down the hallway, the darkness didn't concern you until you felt a smooth, comfortable surface that laid behind you. Your eyes darting around the room until a cool air of wind hit your sweaty forehead, the moonlight then alluded through Hendery's window; illuminating half of his face. His eyes low and gazing deep into your own, his lips parted and plump.

You then felt something poke at your neck and a force, the substance causing you to go limp, your peripherals went black and you could only focus at Hendery's smirk tug at the corner of his lips. He waved his hand in your face, wincing at the pain forming in your retina; it was now that every time you would blink, it would hurt.

“So pretty~” was the only thing you heard until you fell into the abyss.

“How long has it been?” You mumbled as you scratched at your knees. You could barely remember what you've done in the past 24 hours, he hasn't been down here for about 3 days. The insanity nearly consumed your soul into nothingness, you started seeing figures run across the dimly lit room and noises from the corner. You only spoke back once and now he was overdoing it.

Did he want you to suffer? You now raised your knees to your chest but the shock of pain and exhaustion from the scabs and scars and days of starving just made you go limp. Raising your attention to something else, you stared at the jeans, jackets, stuffed animals, sweatshirts that Hendery considered “gifts” and lied saying that they were brand new. They were all Eunseok's but when you questioned him, he left for a few weeks but then brought a decaying finger in a bag just to leave you in hysterics.

Leading you to go into straight havoc; shredding clothes, ripping the stuffed animals and doing anything to get his attention but you eventually regretted it once he screamed at you for an hour about your ungratefulness and that you were going to be buried and forgotten right alongside your scum of a boyfriend.

The thought of being forgotten still itched the crevices of your mind till this day.

You wriggled your skirt off with scathed digits, the same one stained with the blood of your dead lover to examine your blemishes, fading and new. The bile raised at your throat and the tears overflowed your waterline as you copied Hendery's trail that he made on that same fateful day. You regained the feeling of your legs fully because of the pain that he inflicted on your lower region in general. Just being stubborn got you here and now you couldn't even escape, the times your punishments got worse just for “disobeying” him.

The times that you were paralyzed as he pounded his anger into you as his gruff voice would just spit all types of curses in your ear with his nails leaving prints in your plush thighs, when he would shove some type of pill down your throat just to wake up to an ache in your abdomen just to raise your shirt; met with scars and engravings of profanity, he even hyper extended your arm to make sure you were defenseless against him.

Footsteps came from above.

Locks twisted from the door that your eyes were glued on since the beginning of your stay, something warm flowed through your stomach. The excitement shooting an unexpected grin to your face, he's treated you so well, what could go wrong?

The light peaking from the door for a quick second then fading away. You didn't even notice Hendery walking over until he placed a harsh kick to your side, your legs went numb again.

“What did I tell you about ignoring me–”

“But I'm not.” You interrupted sternly but immediately shooting your hands up in front of your face with a whimper once he raised a hand.

“Still flinching? You know I'm not him.. I'm your true love.” He lowered to your level in a squat, the scar on his eyebrow fading from a previous struggle. You never realized you were spaced out until he boomed a “Hey!”, your attention back on the fuming eyes of his; causing you to shrivel away a bit.

“I believe I have a gift for you, I know you'll love it~” Hendery singsonged the last part of his sentence with a hug as he was now on his knees. “Sometimes, I think about knocking you up.. S’ you could be mine forever ya’ know.” The color drained from your face, your teary orbs meeting Hendery's intimidating ones.

“Come on~” He whined like a kid, his willful expression meeting your sore eyes. The pads of his finger were cold once they made contact with your shoulders, trembling.

“Imagine a little you and me running around our happy little home! I mean just think about it..” His tone becomes as soft as his other hand trailing up and down your thigh, massaging it.

“But I don't think I can.” You blubbered, looking down in shame.

“But you will.” Hendery swiftly pulled out something from his slacks, you could barely react once the familiar stinging of a needle penetrated your skin. Only a hiss could emit from your mouth as your body laid slack, everytime you would move your head even a bit; shapes flooded your vision.

“Y’ think you could talk back?” He manhandled you to the floor, the force felt painfully numb to your hipbone. The sound of a zipper resounded off the walls, your cries felt stuck like a cork in your throat. This might've been the end, you were weak and you felt as brittle as lead.

“You must've been just waiting for me, honey?” His digit toyed with your pantie line then shoved it down, you let out a miniscule screech once his cock nudge at your impaired hole. His tip then exceeded slowly into your heat, his hand slowly trailed up to your jaw gripping it as he lowered his upper half to your back.

“So fuckin’ tight, just how I remembered.” He choked in your ear, his pace became feverish as your face rubbed on the ground. You felt the life leave your body moderately, mumbling a “Kunhang, please..” as your fists closed and clenched.

“Fuck, you're bleedin’ but you'll stay f’ me alright?” He teased in your ear but slapped one of your bruises, causing you to discharge more blood on his member.

You missed the fine breezes from when Eunseok would take you on a walk at a forest preserve as an apology after hurting you similarly but only this time; nobody could save you from the inevitable coming closer with every blink.

You missed him so much.. His topaz eyes that matched his pretty wisps of hair and that same basketball jersey with his name embroidered on it but you'll never see him again.. alive.

But now, the only memories you had of him were fading with your own life.

#nct smut #kpop smut #smut #wayv smut #nct scenarios #riize smut #eunseok smut #hendery smut #nct drabbles #hendery scenarios #hendery x reader #eunseok x reader

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quotidian-oblivion · 11 months

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Wouldst THou be okay with questions???

What’s your favourite thing to do at 2am (follow up question, fic recs??????)

Love

'Course! I has puts blanket permission it on le pinned post.

Read/write fics. Unquestionably. And eat junk food (like ferrero rochers *cough cough*). If i was alone in the house at 2 am, i would probably be singing out as loud as i could.

But *sigh* I end up doing schoolwork half the time. The other half I'm laying in my bed, and sleep-deprived me takes over and magically produces a fic and its outline leaving daytime-me to write it out and expand on it.

Fic recs... hmmm... Lemme go visit my bookmarks and link the links here.

Okay, so Repletion by sardnoic-sprite is rlly good. Actually lol, im providing analyzations + some minor info and ideas on the 2.0 version of the fic to sprite rn. In this one, Uncle Edward does exist and is a certified asshole and abuser. He tries to control Tim and keep him away from the Bats and threatens to hurt Tim real bad if the Bats try to contact him.

Zugzwang by sardonic sprite is rlly good too! Very hurty. Much angst. Ra's captures the batfam and challenges Tim to a game of chess. Each move is dangerous. A small mistake puts any of the Bats at risk. And Tim has to predict which batfam member will get hurt depending on which chess piece he moves.

And the whole series of Celebrity Batwaynes by sardonic-sprite is rlly good too! It had me cracking up so much. But ofc there's angst there too, but mostly crack and i adore this series with my life. It's about the Gotham vigilantes, some rogues, and the Waynes doing internet challenges like Buzzfeed quizzes and other stuff too.

My Mummy Has Tattoos by I_is_a_fangirl_yee is v v angsty. And yes, im being prejudiced rn but what im not being prejudiced abt is the fact that i screamed out loud in class while beta-ing this fic.

Now, The Dream Of Flight by A_Canceled_Stamp is an excellent fic I will never stop yakking about. The plot is literally just Tim falling off a building. But the writing? The emotions captured within the writing, the pure act of storytelling through actions described by text is something out-of-the-world.

I adore Instead Of All The Colors I Saw by SilverSkiesAtMidnight. It deals with Tim dealing with the aftermath of Titans Tower and his relationship with Jason and oof- the angsty dialogue is PEAK.

All of Vamillepudding's works. Well, at least the Batman ones, those are the only ones i've read. But they are all. Just. So. Good. The writing and oh- the ideas especially. Definitely some of the greatest Tim joins the batfam early fics to ever have existed.

Living Dead Boy by Terranphuem. *SCREAMS*. This fic. Let me tell you, this fic. It reached into my heart, grabbed it and teared it out then bandaged it and put it back in again. It's about Tim encountering Jason from when he just rose from the grave. And Jason's catatonic and everything and Tim helps him all by himself (with special help a little later) to make him "good enough" to return back to Bruce. SUCH A GOOD READ ISTG.

untitled titan's tower fic #89268439 by Ashynarr. It's, as the title says, a TT fic, but in this one, Jason finds Tim's old fanfiction account and tortures him by rereading some stuff from there to Tim XD Doesnt get the attention it deserves imo.

come back home please by PurpleHeartsOne. Gosh, the writing in this one... it is Up There with the Greats. I love how the emotions is captured so well here and also how smoothly the progression of chapters goes! The character development and- oh! The character reveal! Ahhhhh! Please do mind, it is still incomplete 8/10 chapters rn.

sipping the piping hot tea by BlueTee. In this one, Tim sips tea and destroys Jason instead of Titans Tower happening. Gosh, i loved the nonverbal reactions so much 😂

Conference Room 2B by motelyfam. It's part of a series, but it's so good, it deserves its own special appearance. Big bro Jason Todd! And theater kid Jason Todd! They're both in here!!

of crime lords and literature by adelfie. Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! The writing! The fucking- *slams table* THE WRITING!! It's a TT AU where Tim asks help from Jason for English h.w. There's more obviously, but that's where the plot starts. It is. so good.

don't drop the baby (i'm the baby) by Ms_Trickster. I will never ever ever shut up about this. I read this twice and both times I teared up. Both times. This fic means a lot to me on a personal level. Basically, Tim accidentally time-travels and meets a baby version of himself.

Late Night encounters by paperxcrowns. Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh! I adore this fic! Not only is the writing especially good, but the story line, the slow and smooth and excellent progression of events and character! Ahhhh! It's about Tim meeting Jason accidentally at a cafe and him somehow accidentally helping Tim with his homework and becoming friends.

just be there by TaraLaurel is so so good. I wrote a fic inspired by it (it's Shiver btw, the title of the inspired fic). Heck, I love all the batfam fics written by them (I haven't read the other fandom fics). This one is touch-starved tim drake and who doesn't love touch-starved tim drake! But more particularly, the writing. The fucking- writing. I'm like, the person who reads fanfics, but the ones with good fucking writing become my favorite cuz then i can kinda read it again and learn from it yk? It's like, looking up to people. And I look up to this author. How they describe emotions through nonverbal actions and verbal actions and subtle actions but also the inner monologue as well. Love it all.

Lastly, I've been saving this for the end. Rebel Without A Clause by DangerBeckett. This fic covers topics like classism and has Deep Stuff in it which is so so fun to read! I started commenting from the third chapter. Then by the fifth chapter, my two-sentence comments turned to two-page comments. As did with so many other commenters. I love the author and their writing. It is truly top tier. I love the character development going on too and the retrospection of topics and events through fiction and fandom. Truly excellent. Honestly. I can go on and on. And I have! It's about Tim meeting the batfam through galas and slowly getting adopted by them. It's in-progress still.

Those were too many fics probably lol. But I kept going through my bookmarks like "Oh! I forgot about that one! It was so fun". Happy reading! Thanks for the ask! ^^

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 1 year

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heyyy so i was wondering if you can do eddie munson x fem! reader and she shows him how a tampon works. i think it’ll be really funny like the challenge on tiktok a while ago. thank you 😂❤️

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRxTF8yp/

i love this idea so much 😂 lol i’ve actually been seeing those all over my fyp too and i’ve been looking for an excuse to write something about it!! i don’t love the ending on this but i thought it was cute :p and when do i ever like the endings for my request fics? 😂 (also these types of requests are my absolute favorite to get, i love getting to write about random things like this 🥰)

Now You Know

Genre- Fluff (?)

Warnings- Talking about periods and tampons, but i’m pretty sure that’s all :p

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @whiplaaaaaaaaash @ladyapplejackdnd @tayhar811 @wistfulwisteriawitch @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @zoeyquinn94 (crossed out names wouldn’t let me tag)

Words- 0.8k

You giggled as Eddie sat at the kitchen table, holding the little paper wrapper in one hand and the applicator in the other.

You weren’t sure how this thought popped into his head, and it was pretty funny the first time he asked you about it, but you figured if he was curious and wanted to know then you should be the person to show him.

You had grabbed a tampon from the box you kept under the bathroom sink and filled up an old beer bottle with water from the faucet and set them on the table in front of Eddie.

He sat there staring at them for a moment, his cheeks flushed as he started to feel embarrassed about even bringing it up, though he was curious as to how things like that worked.

He knew what a period was, or at least the basics of it, and whenever he had any questions about it or about girl things in general he always asked you.

It was cute, and you loved knowing that he was interested in learning about ‘girl stuff’, even the things that some guys might consider to be gross.

“So how does it work?” Eddie asked you as he opened up the paper wrapping and removed the little plastic tube from it, “Do you just like… Do you put the whole thing up there?”

“No!” You said with a laugh, moving the bottle closer to him, “You can’t just shove the thing in there, it’s uncomfortable, you do it slowly. And you don’t put the entire thing in, it’s got those little grips on it to help you hold it.”

You placed his hand onto it in the same position you would when using one, his thumb and middle finger on the little indents and his pointer finger just at the top of the applicator.

“Ok… Now what? How do you do it?”

You sat and watched as he curiously looked at the applicator in his hand, almost like he was inspecting it,

“Put it in the bottle, not all the way in! And don’t drop it either,” You watched as he did what you said, carefully placing the tip of it into the bottle just above where the water rested, “and you use your finger to slowly push it out into the bottle. Slowly! It’s not a toy.”

He did as you said once more and as soon as he removed the applicator his jaw dropped as the cotton at the end instantly expanded as it absorbed the water, getting itself stuck in the neck of the bottle.

“That’s what it does?! Really?!” He said it with both shock and surprise being heard in his tone, just staring at the tampon stuck in the bottle.

“Yes really!” You said in between your fit of giggles, “How did you think they worked?”

“I don’t know! I thought that it like…” He silently gestured to it, still a bit awestruck, “I thought it just blocked it in you know? Like it just kept it in there until you had to take it out.”

“Oh, sweetie, no,” You put your head in your hands and couldn’t contain your giggles, Eddie giggling to himself next to you, “it absorbs it! They don’t just block it in, the blood can’t stay in there.”

“How was i supposed to know? I don’t get periods, you do!”

“Well now you know how tampons work, you put it in, it absorbs the blood, you take it out. But i can understand why you would have no idea about this stuff, i was a little surprised you asked me about it, some guys think it’s gross.”

“I mean…” He said with a laugh, “i guess to me it’s kinda gross but that’s just cause i don’t have them and you do. I don’t know how all that stuff works, but i know you’ll tell me if i ask about it, right?”

“Of course! I know you’re just curious.” You smile to him and start playfully hitting his arms and chest, making him giggle and try to playfully push you off of him, “If you want i can show you how cramps feel.”

He laughed and quickly stood up from his seat trying to playfully outrun you as you chased him through the trailer, each time you caught up to him your hands moving to his torso and trying to lightly hit his groin.

He always meant well when he asked you little questions like that, but you loved that he was comfortable enough to ask you. You loved your big dumb boyfriend and all his silly questions.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson drabble #request

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urcuteharrington · 2 years

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corroded coffin🕊

pairing- eddie munson x fem! reader

summary- watching eddie and his band practice then seeing them play at the hideout with a bigger crowd then usual has you smiling ear to ear!

word count- 1k

warnings- language, lil cheesy, weed talk

a/n- i was inspired by a specific lana lyric from the song brooklyn baby so if you’d like listen to it while reading. something light and fun for you guys but i plan on writing a steve fic next so look out!

masterlist

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"hey eddie, can i come to todays practice?" i ask handing him is guitar from off his wall. "of course, you think i'm gonna leave my girl behind" he says while grabbing his guitar from my hands. he gives me a kiss, resting his free hand on my hip. i melt into his touch and his soft lips. "let's go before we are late" i say as i pull away, "awe but they can wait, we can be a little late" he says with a smirk on his face. "not this time eddie" i say as i pull him outside. "after you my love" he says as he opens the car door for me. i thank him and get inside smiling.

we arrive and watch as jeff and gareth set up for practice. "hey guys!" i say as eddie and i walk up the driveway hand in hand. i give eddie a kiss and let him set up with everyone else. i walk past them grabbing my usual chair setting it up to watch them play.

sitting down i wait to tell them the news until they are fully set up. i try my best to hide my excitement until i catch eddies eyes. once they are all set up i decide it's time.

"i have a quick announcement to make before you guys start" i say as they all look at me waiting for me to continue. " so you know how you guys are suppose to play at the hideout next tuesday?" i say smiling. "well i made a few calls and spent way too long convincing the manager but..." i trail off and eddie joins in" babe spit it out" he says excited. "i got you guys a gig for next friday instead! so more people will be their and you guys can play for a bigger crowd!" i say as i hear cheering and thank you's from the boys.

eddie puts his guitar down and tackles me in a hug, "god you're the coolest girlfriend ever" he says smiling and planting kisses all over my face. "it's the least i could do for you eds" i say to him. "now go start practicing for friday" i say as he walks back getting ready to pick a song.

in a few days from now corroded coffin will be playing at the hideout. i managed to get a friday instead of the usual tuesdays, and they were all so excited about it. "this could be a chance to expand our audience from our 5 drunks" eddie says smiling ear to ear. i was proud of him and attended every practice they had.

it was the day before the bands big performance and eddie was nervous. sitting on his bed i watched as he paced back and forth. "eddie you'll do great tomorrow, i'll be watching like i always am!" i say as he falls onto the bed. i begin playing with his hair and i feel his relax into my touch.

"i'm just nervous princess" he says and i grab a nearby lighter. "well i think i have an idea to take away those nerves" i say as he faces to look at me and i light up the lighter. i give him a wink and he says "now you're onto something".

it was the day of their performance i am getting ready at eddies trailer. "look babe, i made a shirt with the bands name on it" i say as i show him the corroded coffin shirt i made. he smiles and gives me a kiss, "how did i get so lucky?". "hmm i don't know" i say as i get back to finishing up.

"how do i look?" he says as he sprays his cologne and puts out his blunt. "you look hot, kinda scared the girls will fall for you" i joke with him and he laughs. "my eyes are only on you y/n" he says as we walk out and head to the hideout.

we walk backstage and start getting ready to set up. " i'll be in front cheering you all on" i say to the group as i wish them luck. i find my way to the front as i see the place crowded. it's completely opposite to the tuesday sessions they play.

they are set up and eddie looks at me smiling from ear to ear. he mouths 'i love you' to me as the manager walks on. i blow him a kiss and he catches it. "for tonight's musical guest we have corroded coffin" the manager announces and i cheer loudly.

they play and the crowd seems to be enjoying it while a few have gathered around me cheering. most of them drunk but it still counts in my eyes. "hey do you know them?" someone asks me as i cheer them on "yeah, the lead guitarist is my boyfriend" i say as i point to eddie. "that's so cool, he seems really cool" they say as they continue rocking out.

after the show eddie couldn't stop telling me how excited he felt seeing a bigger crowd. the whole car ride consisted of him talking about it and i swear i've never seen him so happy. we got back to his trailer and he puts his guitar away. "they loved you eddie, someone even came up to me saying how much they enjoyed it and called you cool" i say giggling. he laughed "...but sorry eds, you're not as cool as me" i say as i wrap my arms around his neck kissing him. " you're damn right" he says deepening our kiss.

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m-jelly · 11 months

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Undead honeymoon - Chapter 2

Pairing: Husband!Levi x Wife!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, married life, honeymoon, zombies, gore, survival, fluff, romance, mentions of blood, smut, lovemaking, passionate.

Concept: Levi and you set out on your first mission to get more weapons. While out you meet up with Erwin and your maid of honour. Now reunited, the four of you expand your base at the huts and begin to plot your next move. In the middle of the night, Levi wakes up to find you sitting away from him. He beckons you closer and the two of you make love.

No tagging due to zombie fics not being for everyone.

Ao3 link

Part 3

Levi fixed your clothes a little and ensured you had everything needed. He sighed a bit and felt nervous all over again. He cupped your face and made you look at him “Are you sure about this?”

You nodded and walked over to your little map that came with the hut. You unravelled it to see the huts in the area and the best one to go to for you and Levi to get better weapons. “We need to do this. I don’t want to send you out there on your own.”

Levi looked over your shoulder at the map. “It’s kind of you to come with, but what if you get bitten?”

You folded the map up and put it in your bra. “I won’t.” You picked up a cooking pan and smiled at Levi. “We’ll be okay.”

Levi pulled you close and kissed you. “I trust you.”

“Thank you and I trust you.”

He grabbed the pole weapon you made him and sighed. “Let’s get going then.”

You walked with Levi to the back of the hut. “We’ll go under the huts through the water. We should be safe that way.”

“I’ll go first.” Levi jumped into the clear warm water before turning and opening his arms to you. “Jump down.” He smiled when you jumped into his arms. “Perfect.”

You giggled as Levi kissed you and hummed in delight. “Thank you for catching me and the kiss.”

“You’re welcome.” He held your hand and walked with you through the water. “At least the water is warm.”

You hummed in agreement. “It’s lovely.” You sighed. “You know, I’ve been thinking about our situation.”

“Yeah?”

You looked over at Levi. “I think if we find the others, we could work together to make the huts our base. All we need to do is build a wall at the entrance and clear out the huts of any zombies.”

Levi kissed the back of your hand. “So smart. I think it’s the perfect idea.”

“Thank you.”

He pulled you along and under different huts. He looked up and watched the reflection of the water dance on the ceiling and the wooden posts. He moved his gaze to you and softly smiled at how beautiful you looked with the light from the water dancing off your skin. Levi admired you and thought you were so incredibly beautiful.

You frowned when Levi stopped you. “Something wrong?”

He pulled you close and kissed you. “Sorry, you’re just so beautiful.”

“Says the most handsome man in the world.”

Levi blushed and chuckled a little. “Thank you, but you didn’t accept my compliment.”

You pouted. “Damn, thought I got away with it.” You laughed a little. “Thank you for calling me beautiful.”

Levi held you against him and walked with you under the huts until you reached a spot. “This the one?”

You pulled your map out and counted under your breath. “Yeah, this is it.”

Levi walked over to the back end of the hut and looked at the baloney. He lifted you and sat on you the decking before climbing up. “Okay, I’ll unlock the door and go first. I need you to stay behind me at all times. There might be a zombie inside.”

“Got it.”

He held the handle of the door and pressed his side against it so he could listen closely. “I think I hear something inside.” He let out a long sigh. “Okay, let’s go.” He slammed his shoulder into the door three times before it busted open. He shouted your name when you ran in. “Wait.”

You smacked a handyman zombie in the face. “Levi! Spear!”

Levi twisted his spear and thrust it into the zombie’s face and pushed it against the wall and pinned it there. He panted as blood dragged down the wall he had him pinned against. “Tch, shit.” He yanked the spear out and watched the body drag down the wall, leaving a trail of blood and brains behind. He panted and looked over at you. “Are you okay?”

You nodded as you gripped your pan. “Sorry I ran in, but I had a gut feeling.”

“You are fucking incredible.”

You gazed at Levi and gulped hard. “You feeling it?”

Levi slammed his spear into the ground. “Oh, I’m feeling it.” He tangled one hand in your hair as his other grabbed your breast. He pushed you against the clean part of the wall and began kissing you passionately, his tongue moving with yours as you clung tightly to him. “I fucking love you.”

You panted and mewled as Levi bit and sucked your neck. “I love you too.” Your legs shook as you were overwhelmed with arousal. “Levi.” You panted and purred at Levi’s touch. You gasped when you saw something amazing. “Holy shit!” You slipped from Levi’s touch and ran over to a fire axe. You bounced up and down. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Levi! I want it.”

Levi moved over to you and released a long sigh. “I’ll get it for you.” He smashed the glass and yanked the large fire axe out. “You know, it might be too big and heavy for you to use.”

You pouted. “But Leviii.”

He kissed the top of your head and grabbed a machete. “Why don’t you play with this?”

“Ooow!” You held it and grinned. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’m going to gather materials and pack the backpack we brought. Use that amazing brain of yours to look for other things.”

You slapped Levi’s bum. “Got it.” You put your machete down and looked around the maintenance room. You studied the dead body and took the keycard from them. “Oh, perfect this is an all-access pass. This card will help us.”

“Perfect.”

You tucked it into your pocket and looked around the room again. You grabbed a map of the massive hotel town and rolled it up to use later. You walked over to the door to the front of the hut and opened it slowly and gasped when you saw two people walking closer holding weapons. “Levi! Our friends!” You threw the door open and waved at Erwin and your maid-of-honour Kate. “Hey!”

Kate ran for you as she called your name. She tackled you into a tight hug. “You’re alive!”

You squeezed her. “So are you.”

Erwin slipped into the room and closed the door. “Levi.”

Levi shook Erwin’s hand. “Good to see you’re alive. Where did you run to?”

“To my hut out here. I saw the wall made near our hut, that you?”

“Yeah.” Levi chuckled. “Guess we thought the same thing, huh?”

Erwin ruffled his hair. “You’re right. I guess we should talk about what to do.”

“Wife says we can build a wall of things at the entrance of the huts path and make this the base.”

Erwin’s brow raised. “That’s a fantastic idea. We’ll build the wall and clear out the zombies and make this space ours.” He sighed. “We need to look for the others as well. The phone signal is down too, so I’m assuming something happened to the tower on the island. We’ll need that fixed. We need medical too.”

Levi smiled as he watched you and Kate excitedly talking with each other. “We’ll do this for them.” He sighed. “We found a keycard that gives us all access. I’ve got a bag full of tools and weapons.”

You ran over and held up the map. “I have a map! It’s a map of the whole hotel town. We can plan out a lot thanks to this. I’m guessing in the main hotel there will be an island map, but the issue is the main hotel.”

Erwin hummed. “That’s where the main attacks started. It’ll take a lot of planning to go there.”

You grabbed your machete. “Next aim is the restaurant. There will be a great food supply there for us.”

“You’re right.” He frowned. “How did you both get here.”

Levi put his hand on your head. “Her idea. We went under the huts through the water. We avoided fighting by doing that.”

“We’ll go with you.” He pulled out his map and looked. “I’m guessing you had this as well to look at?”

You nodded. “That’s right. We had one in our hut.”

“We’ll grab a few things and go with you. Levi, can you help me build a little wall so the four of us can start a commune?”

Levi nodded. “Sure thing. We’ll need to clear out the other huts though.”

Erwin hummed as he looked at his map. “Five between yours and yours. Three on my side and two on yours. Kate will be at your hut with your wife and we’ll clear out the rooms.”

You blew a raspberry. “Over my husband’s sexy ass, you will. I go with Levi to clear out the rooms or nothing else. I have the zombie knowledge!”

Levi laughed. “She has a point. I have been leaning on her a lot from her. Who knew video games could be so useful?”

You cuddled Levi’s side. “You gonna play more with me now?”

He nuzzled his nose against yours. “You know I love playing them with you. I have to play the character that protects my cute little honeybun.”

You squealed a little in delight before kissing him. “Love you.”

“I love you so much.”

Kate giggled. “Nice to see that this zombie stuff hasn’t changed how you two feel about each other.”

Levi blushed a little. “We’re still very deeply in love.”

You hummed. “I would say this sort of thing makes relationships stronger. You’re relying on each other and communication is so important.”

Levi pulled you close. “It is, my little honeybun.”

“We should head out.” You held Levi’s hand and pulled him along to the back door. “Let’s go.”

Levi jumped down before reaching up for you. “Pass me the spear and machete first.”

You put them on the deck. “I can just leave it here.”

“All right then, just jump into my arms then.”

You jumped into his arms and kissed him. “Thank you.”

He lowered you into the water and grabbed the weapons. “Here.”

You took your machete and admired your husband holding a spear and axe with a backpack on as his body dripped with sweat. “I think I’m drooling.”

Levi looked over at you. “Drooling?”

You gulped hard as Erwin scooped up Kate and jumped down into the water. “Uhh…forget I said anything!”

He smirked and moved closer to you. “Oh, I heard you.”

You squeaked a bit before hurrying through the water. “We better get moving!”

Levi hurried after you. “Honeybun.”

“Mm.”

He smirked and sang the next word. “Bunny.”

You felt your heart flutter at the playful pet name that he’d use in the bedroom. “We need to get home, okay? When we do I’ll tell you and you can punish me for being naughty.”

“Exciting.”

You stopped by your hut and climbed up onto the decking and sat on the sunbed. You smiled as Erwin lifted Kate and sat her on the decking before climbing up with Levi. “You two can stay here. We’ll leave you our backpack so you can go through it, along with the map of the hotel complex.”

Erwin sat next to Kate. “We’ll look after this place and get to work while you’re clearing out and making a wall.”

You jumped up and down. “Come on Levi!”

Levi hurried after you as you ran through the hut. “Slow down. Pump those breaks.”

You skidded to a stop. “Sorry. I’ll wait.”

“Good girl.” He opened the front door and led the way to the wall he’d made of things. He looked over the wall at the path and hummed when his eyes searched for where the next wall needed to be. “Ah, over there. We’ll make the wall there so all four of us have more space and we can inspect the other huts for supplies.”

He climbed over the first wall and helped you over. He climbed over the second and held his hand up to you so you stayed. He checked the area to make sure it was safe before turning to you and helping you over. You both worked together and broke down the outer wall and hurried to the new location for the wall. You stacked everything up slowly and created your clearing zone.

He readied his axe and sighed. “You got the keycard?”

You pulled the card out of your bra. “Right here. Let’s clear these five huts.”

Levi approached the first one. “Let’s go.”

“Wait.”

He looked over at you. “Don’t be nervous.”

You sighed. “I’m not, it’s just you need to move.”

He frowned a little. “Move?”

You nodded and gripped your machete handle. “You need to be careful. I’ve seen and done countless times in a game where you open the door and go right in and a zombie attacks and bites.”

Levi rubbed your cheek and hushed you. “I understand. Tell me where to stand, okay?”

“Side of the door. I’ll put the keycard in the slot and pull it out. You push the door open and we lean against the wall and let whatever is inside run out. Once it’s out, we attack.”

“Understood.” He pressed his back against the wall. “Ready.”

You slotted the card in and out and moved out of the way. You shoved the door open and waited a moment and thought maybe you were too cautious. You held your breath as a zombie ran out of the room snarling and biting the air. Its skin was grey and discoloured, almost like it’d been dead for days but the outbreak was only two days ago. It looked like decomposition had accelerated and the veins were thick and standing out from the skin.

You gasped as the blade of Levi’s axe connected with its neck. He yanked it out causing its dark blood to coat the floor and wooden railing. He slammed into his neck again and took his head clean off. Blood spurted from the neck as the head landed with a heavy thud and rolled across the floor leaving a trail of blood with it. Levi panted a little as sweat and water dripped from his body. He turned and looked over at you as he gripped the axe.

Levi smiled a little at you before flinching when a female zombie launched at Levi. He held up his axe and blocked them from attacking. He winced when they bit the air in front of him, its teeth discoloured and spit flying. “Tch, disgusting.”

You dropped to the floor and sliced her legs clean off with the machete making her fall to the floor and off your husband. You growled and stood up before slamming the blade into her head. “No one touches my husband but me!”

Levi blushed. “That was hot.”

You fiddled with your top a bit. “Really? It wasn’t too crazy?”

He pulled you against him and kissed you. “Not at all. I have a strong and deadly wife, it’s very hot.”

You blushed hard. “You were hot too. Oh, um good reaction of putting your axe up.”

“Thank you.” He released you and pulled out the machete from the zombie’s head and handed it to you. “We’ll need to dump these bodies somewhere so they don’t rot near us.”

You hummed. “We’ll figure it out in a bit. Let’s check this hut out and move on.”

Levi went inside first and checked every room and found it was empty. “There are good supplies in here.”

You smiled softly. “Good eye.”

He left the hut with you. “Do you think we might find a gun?”

You hummed in thought. “Maybe, but guns are noisy. One bang could attract many zombies. It’d be good as an emergency weapon though.”

Levi pulled you close. “You’re so smart.”

“Thank you.”

You and Levi moved from hut to hut and found only the first one had zombies in. You moved the wall by your hut and moved it near the new one so you had a two-wall defence in place. You returned to your hurt as you held hands and felt the love bubbling away between the two of you. As you gazed at your husband with zombie blood on him you felt endless love for him and thought he was so brave and strong. You smiled with pride as he talked with Erwin about the huts being cleared and the two of them talked about what to do with the bodies.

Levi pulled you close and kissed your forehead. “Stay with Kate. Erwin and I are going to get rid of the bodies, okay?”

You nodded as you gazed at your husband. “Be safe, okay? If you need to, stay low and sneak around. Zombies are rather stupid and won’t notice you. A lot of the normal infected don’t run so you can outrun them, but there might be mutations with time…”

Levi cupped your face. “Breathe.”

You let out a long sigh. “Sorry, I’m overthinking.”

“It’s okay.” He hugged you tightly. “This is the first time we’re gonna part during this. We’re just going to take the bodies to the beach. You can watch us if you need to, but I worry about you being in the sun that long.”

You clung to his back as you held back tears. “Mm.”

He pulled back a bit and cupped your face. “You can wear the nice pretty big hat I got you, okay?” He wiped your tears away. “As long as you wear that, it’ll be okay for you to wait outside and watch me.”

“Mm.”

Levi kissed you. “Go take a bath, okay? I’ll be back soon. Kate is going to nap.”

You lowered your head. “Mm.”

“I love you.”

“I love you.” You kissed him and sighed. “You better come back to me.”

“I promise.”

You gripped your top as Levi walked away from you. You welled up as you watched him leave and felt your heart aching. You grabbed your big hat and plopped it on your head. “Kate, I’m going to watch.”

Kate smiled a little. “He’ll be all right. You should take a bath and relax.” She took your hat off. “Levi said he’d be back. He’ll be back.”

You sighed. “I just…I don’t know what I’d do without him.”

“I know. Erwin has become my rock and the two of us…well…we’re a couple now. This situation gave us a push to be together.” She sighed. “I don’t want him to leave me alone, but it has to happen sometimes, okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“Can I use your bed to nap?”

You smiled a little. “Yeah, it’s clean but there’s no privacy with the bath.”

Kate laughed. “I’ll sleep on the sofa. It’s massive.”

“Are you sure?”

“Go get into that bath!”

You bowed your head and walked into the bedroom. You ran the bath and peeled your clothes off your sweaty body. You stared at the heap of clothes and wondered how you and Levi were going to wash it all. You knew there would be a maid’s hut somewhere that would allow you to clean everything up. You were sure Levi was looking forward to finding that room the most so you could get some fresh bedsheets.

You climbed into the bath and sat there hugging your legs for a while. You cleaned up before changing into a cute summer dress and placed the summer hat on. You quietly walked past a sleeping Kate and went out the front. You walked to the end of the decking and looked over at the beach to see a fire had been made. You hugged yourself as you watched Levi and Erwin moving around before they were gone out of sight.

You hurried down the decking and moved to the back of a hut to look out over the beach again to see movement around the beach bar. You nibbled your lip as you watched a few zombies. You gasped and clutched your chest when you watched someone run and a zombie jump on them. You welled up and begged it not to be Levi, but at this distance, you couldn’t tell who it was. You wanted to jump down into the water and run over and save them, but you couldn’t.

You stared hard as you watched Erwin hurry over and smack the zombie off the person with a bat and knocking them off the person. Erwin then hit the zombie over and over until it was dead. You gripped the railing and gulped hard as you felt like you should have been there with Levi. You wanted to be there and you wanted to protect your husband.

Relief washed over you when you saw Levi walk out of the bar and walk over to Erwin, the two talked before moving the bodies out of view and what you guessed was towards the fire pit. You pulled away and went to the wall made by you and Levi and waited. You fiddled with your dress as your heart raced with worry. You perked up when you heard chatting getting closer and the sound of footfall on wood.

Erwin climbed over first and smiled at you. “Hey. Nice bath?”

You nodded. “It was. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, everything went well. We got a bit distracted, but it paid off.”

Levi climbed over and sighed. “Tch, that was something I never thought I’d do.”

You welled up and dove into Levi’s arms. “Levi.”

Levi stumbled a bit. “Honeybun, I’m all sweaty you’ll get your pretty dress ruined.”

“Mm.”

Erwin smiled a little. “I’ll leave you two alone. I’ll grab Kate and take her to our hut. We should rest for today and get planning for more things tomorrow.”

Levi picked you up. “Perfect. Thanks for your help.”

“And thank you. I’m glad we all ended up together.”

“Same.” Levi smiled at his friend before carrying you to the hut. He sat outside the back and under a sunbed. “Honeybun, you need to let go of me so I can give you kisses.”

You released Levi and gazed at him. “I watched from the decking. I thought you were attacked.”

“Oh, bless you. No, that wasn’t me. There was a survivor from the hotel. He’d gone to the bar and got drunk. He was drinking all the expensive stuff. We told him to come with us, but he started screaming and shouting. I told him to shut up but he wouldn’t and it attracted a zombie.” He blushed a little. “I remembered what you said about making little noise. He ran even though we told him we’d protect him. Zombie went after him only.”

“I thought it was you.”

Levi rubbed your tears away. “It was some drunk idiot.”

You sniffed. “I thought it was you.”

Levi took your hand and placed it on his chest. “Darling, it wasn’t me, okay? Feel that? That’s my heart beating. I am alive and I’m right here with you.�� He kissed you and smiled softly. “I love you.”

“I love you so much.” You kissed Levi and hummed in happiness. “You’re safe and you’re with me, that’s all that matters.”

Levi rocked you in his arms. “That’s right, my love.” He kissed your forehead and smiled against your head. “I’m right here. I’ll always be here.”

You rubbed your tears away. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Levi. You’re my everything and if you died I wouldn’t be able to keep going.”

Levi massaged your thigh. “I’m the same. I cannot live without you. I need you. You are my everything.” He tapped his forehead against the side of his head as he fought tears. “The thought of losing you has been on my mind a lot lately. I don’t think I could live on without you. We have to stay positive though, okay?”

You nodded. “Yes, Levi.”

“No matter what this place throws at us, we’ll make it through.”

Levi shifted in bed a little and felt something was off. He opened his eyes and saw you were sitting on the chair by the open double doors as you gazed at the stars and felt the cool night air on your skin. He sat up and smiled a little. “You look so beautiful.”

You look over at Levi and smiled as he was lit up by the moonlight. “Says the most perfect man in the world.”

He reached over to you. “Come here, pet.”

You slipped off the seat and walked over with your long silken dressing gown slipping off your shoulders to reveal the lace and silk short nightdress under. You smiled and took Levi’s outstretched hand and climbed onto the bed. You straddled your husband and sat on his lap allowing you to gaze at his godly face.

Levi slipped his hands on the outside of your thighs. “How come you were sitting on your lonesome?”

You rubbed your hands up and down his bare chest slowly. “I had a lot on my mind.”

“Such as?”

You pulled a little face and shifted on his lap a bit until you felt his semi against your heat. “That I am sure I’m due to change the implant in my arm. That we’re stuck here and no one will know because we booked a month. That I could lose you any day. That our friends could be dead. That we could die before having precious babies.”

Levi pushed his hands under your dress and smiled a little when you raised your body for him so he could move your dress up from under your bum. “Honeybun, I know it looks dark and grim, but we have to think of the positives. We’re together, we’re well, we’re healthy, we’ve found two friends.” He sighed. “There are positives.”

“You’re right.” You smiled and kissed Levi. “What about the implant thing?”

He blushed a little as he gripped your hips and stared at your pelvis. “Ah, well…I could find some condoms somewhere. Your implant has run out?”

“Not yet.” You frowned. “At least…I don’t think so.”

“You have so much on your beautiful mind, don’t you?” He cupped the side of your neck as his thumb caressed your cheek. “I’m sorry our honeymoon turned out this way. I know I’m not to blame and I don’t need to say sorry, but I just feel I need to.”

You leaned closer and kissed Levi. “I love you.”

“I love you so much.”

You softly pressed your lips together as you kissed passionately under the gentle glow of the moonlight. You rolled your hips slowly against Levi and felt his semi become a full erection. You moaned against his lips as you felt a tingle start inside you. Your tongues moved together as your passion and love for each other were overflowing. You felt emotionally naked to each other. Your hearts and bodies were open to gaze at.

Levi slipped his hands under your dressing gown to rest on your shoulders. His large soft hands with calloused parts caressed your upper arms. He released your lips and began kissing and licking your neck. He smiled against your skin as you shivered in delight under his touch. He bit hard and began sucking a mark on your skin causing a lovebite to blossom on your beautiful body.

You tangled your fingers in Levi’s soft hair and pulled his face against your breasts. You whined as he nipped and sucked on your sensitive skin. You looked down at your husband as he dragged the straps of your nightdress down and freed your breasts. You hummed a bit as Levi dragged his tongue over your nipple before taking it into his mouth. You gasped and gripped his hair tighter.

You admired your husband and felt your cheeks burn when he looked up at you and smiled a little. “I love you, Levi.”

He pulled back and sighed. “I love you too.” He moaned your name against your lips. “I love you so much. You’re everything to me.”

“And you to me.” You tapped your forehead against Levi’s. “Levi, I need you. I need to feel you.”

Levi kissed you as he pulled his hard cock out of his bottoms. He gripped your hip as you kissed him with all the passion you had for him. He ran his tip up and down your slick folds making you whine and whimper. He smiled at how needy you were for him. He wasn’t going to tease you tonight though, tonight was about making love and feeling alive with the most important person in the world. You both needed each other, you needed to feel each other, you needed to be connected.

Levi pressed the tip of his cock into you before tangling his fingers in your hair and massaging your breast with his other hand as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. You both moaned together as he filled you inch by perfect inch. Your hot silken walls wrapped so lovingly wrong his thick shaft and welcomed him deep within you until there was nothing left to give and his tip pressed your cervix. He grunted when you clenched him tightly a few times as if you were confirming that he was really inside him.

He pulled from your lips and kissed to your ear as you clung to him. “I’m here, honeybun, I’m right here.” He rubbed your back as you mewled at him. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here with you.”

You rolled your hips against Levi and left his dick press every inch of your pussy. You purred in delight at feeling all of him. You’d made love to Levi countless times and you never grew tired of it. He touched you in all the right places. He stretched you just right. He filled you and made you feel so perfectly full. Your bodies were made for each other. You were united and forever will be in love. Your hearts, minds and bodies craved and needed the other. You needed to be together.

You cupped Levi’s face and gazed at him. You admired his steel blue eyes and long eyelashes. You adored his sweet chubby cheeks and button nose. You felt compelled to shower him in love as you rode his hard thick cock. You peppered precious loving kisses all over his charming face as his hands gripped your soft body and aided you in your movements. Though you were leading and had most of the power in this moment, you felt so precious in his arms and gaze. He was looking at you as if you were a Goddess.

You moved your hands into his hair and tugged a little making him moan. “Levi. My Levi. Mine.”

“Yours, my darling. Every inch of me is yours.”

You whimpered and shivered. “I need you.”

Levi gripped you hard as he started to thrust up into you. “I need you, always. My precious wife.” He bit and sucked your neck as you leaned your head back to moan at the passionate moment. “All mine.”

You cried out in delight when he bit your breast. “Levi. Don’t ever leave me.”

He gripped your hips hard and started to pump himself up into you. “Never. I’ll never leave you. I love you.”

You whined. “I need you with me. Forever.”

He smiled and kissed you. “Forever and always. I promise I’ll stay with you.”

You crashed your lips against Levi’s and moved your hips desperately. You moved with him and felt pure breathtaking love and obsession between the two of you. You were addicted to each other and you needed to be together. You moved together as one as pleasure bubbled and burned inside your bodies. You chased your pleasures and felt coils tightening up. The warmth inside you was spreading as the spine-tingling euphoria was nearing.

Levi moved one hand between the two of you and gently caressed your clit. He smiled against your lips as you cried out in pleasure and clenched his cock hard. He grunted and growled as he felt the urge to cum but he resisted. Levi rolled his thumb against your clit causing your coil to tighten hard inside you. He moved against you and angled his hips so his cock pressed hard against your G-spot. He smiled against your lips when you let out moans that he knew meant you were going to cum hard around him.

You leaned your head back and cried out as you felt the snap. You sat down on Levi’s cock and shivered as you felt the warmth burn through you. You whined and mewled as Levi kept moving his thumb against your clit allowing your orgasm to last and keep burning through you. You bucked a little at the last pop before flopping against Levi and humming at him.

Levi cradled you before rolling over and laying you against the bed with your head on the soft pillows. He moved the hair from your face and smiled down at you as he slowly moved his hips. “My love. Mine.”

You wrapped your legs around him and gripped his back as you let out a small cute moan at each thrust. “Levi.”

He tapped his forehead against yours and began panting. “Promise me you’ll never leave me.”

You moaned in delight and clenched your toes. “I promise.”

“Promise me you’ll always be with me.”

You dug your nails into his back. “I promise.”

He moved his hips a little faster. “Promise me you’ll always love me.”

You nodded as tears ran down your cheeks and your heart filled with love. “I promise, Levi. I promise.” You cupped his face as he gripped the pillow on either side of your head. “Promise me.” You looked deep into his perfect eyes. “Promise me.”

He nodded as he began moving deep and hard into you. “I promise.” He growled at you as his hips slapped against your body while he made passionate love to you. He was driven by his love and desires for you. “I love you. I’ll never leave you. I’ll always be by your side.” He smiled against your lips. “Mine. All mine.”

You grinned and sniffed back tears. You kissed Levi and pushed as much loved into the kiss as you could. You moved your hips just a little to meet his movements, but Levi’s strong muscular body had you pinned against the bed. You melted under him as you enjoyed the pure love oozing from the man above you. You knew that you were the only woman in the world for Levi. The way he held you, kissed you and moved his cock deep inside you proved to you that you were truly everything to this man.

You shivered in delight as his bare chest covered in a light glisten of sweat rubbed against your hot body. You mewled as your hard nipples were rubbed by his chest. You leaned your head back as your body felt more sensitive to his touch and movements. You lost yourself in the touch between the two of you, how every inch of him was thrusting in and out of your wet sensitive pussy, how his pelvis rubbed your clit just right to add more to the pleasure building within you, how he moaned your name to you making you tingle all over.

Levi covered your neck in precious and loving kisses. He showered you in love and affection so you could feel it down to your very soul. His lips were saying how much of a darling you were to him, but the way his cock was pounding into your pussy and his hips slapping against your bum and thighs was obsessive and possessive. He listened closely to your sensual moans and felt energised by them, so he pounded his cock into you with all his need for you.

He moved his hand down your body to under your lower back. He raised your hips a little and smirked at the change in your moan. You were both ready now. You were ready for your next climax and for him to breed your pussy, like he owned it. He bucked into you making you cling and grip to his back so desperately. You felt yourself slipping away into pure pleasure. You were drowning in it and you loved it.

You panted against Levi’s lips. “You going to cum inside me?”

Levi grunted. “Yes. I’m going to fill your pussy with my cum. I’m going to give you everything I have.”

You gripped his cock with your pussy walls. “Fill me. Remind me who I belong to. Remind e that we’re together. Remind me that I am yours.”

Levi humped you roughly as he lost a bit of control of himself. He was driven by the need to fill your pussy up with his seed. You both had always had this kink which is why you got the implant, but your words earlier about your implant were swimming around in both of your heads. Both of you were more aroused than ever before. You needed to be filled with Levi’s cum and he wanted to keep filling you until he had nothing left.

You grabbed Levi’s bum tightly in your hands. “I love you. I love you, Levi.”

Levi panted as he moaned your name. “I love you so much.” He gritted his teeth a little. “Ngh, fuck honeybun I’m going to cum. Cum with me.”

You whimpered. “Yes.” You leaned your head back. “Mm, Levi.”

Levi crashed his lips against yours. Your tongues moved together as your love and passion reached their peaks. You thrust your hips up against Levi as you came hard around him. You cried into the kiss as your legs shook from the tidal wave of bliss coursing through your veins. You released Levi’s lips and leaned your head back and began pants as your body spasmed under him.

Levi slammed his hands against the bed as he bucked into you a few times as your walls massaged his cock. He pressed his cock in deep and moaned your name as ribbons of hot sticky cum shot deep into your pussy. He panted and shivered as his balls tightened as load after load entered you. He stilled his hips and lay against you. He shifted his arms and wrapped them around you and just held you.

You both didn’t say a thing for a while. You just held onto each other and shared sweet and loving kisses. You smiled and giggled together before kissing each other and slipping into something more passionate. You stopped yourself before it got more heated because Levi needed to clean you and him, he also wanted you to sleep.

Levi dragged his limp cock out of you and lightly kissed your lips. “Stay right there.”

You wiggled on the bed. “Mm.”

He hurried to the bathroom and cleaned himself quickly before running over to you and taking his time cleaning you up. “You are so precious to me.”

You sat up and kissed him. “And you to me.”

He fixed your dress for you. “How are you feeling?”

“Much better now.” You hummed a laugh. “I think making love was just what I needed.”

“Well, I’m glad I could scratch that itch.”

You nuzzled your nose against his. “You know you do more than that. You’re incredible in bed.”

“Thank you. You’re better though.”

You pouted as he went to the bathroom and cleared up. “Don’t argue with me.”

He ran over and helped you to bed. “Don’t argue with me.” He pulled you against him in bed. “Accept the compliment.”

“You need to accept mine.”

Levi chuckled. “I love it when you’re spicy.” He frowned a little when you stared at his pec. “What are you? Ow! You bit me.”

You pressed your face against his pecs. “I love you.”

Levi squeezed you. “I love you. Can I get a kiss?”

You shuffled up the bed and kissed Levi. “Always.”

He smiled against your lips and kissed you deeply. “Mm, we should rest, bunny.”

You nuzzled against him. “More sex in the morning?”

He played with your hair. “Of course. My wife gets anything she wants. Tell me how you want me to fuck you and I’ll do it. I want you cumming hard over and over until you’re a shaking mess.”

Your cheeks burned at Levi’s words. “Mm, pleasure dom.”

“That’s me.” He chuckled. “Making you feel good makes me feel incredible.” He kissed you and sighed. “You have no idea how fucking sexy you are when you cum. I love it. I want to see it all the time.”

You rolled in Levi’s arms with your bac to him and whined. “You’re flustering me.”

Levi hugged you from behind and began kissing the back of your neck. “So cute. Good night, sweet love of my life.”

You smiled softly and placed your hand on Levi’s. “Good night, love of my life.”

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0.5 PHOTOS || Todoroki Shouto x Reader

SUMMARY -> You discover the power of .5 photos, and your boyfriend is no longer immune to the absolute atrocity of these pictures. In which, you decide to take photos of your boyfriend for blackmail fun to show your friends on his birthday.

CONTENT/WARNINGS -> Fem reader, clueless Sho, crack fic.

AUTHOR NOTES -> I’m typing this on my phone because I had the greatest idea of all time and I cannot let it go to waste LMFAO, if you don’t know what 0.5 photos look like, feel free to search “.5 selfies” on Google! These are my favorite types of photos and are absolute chaos <3 forgive me if some of the story is gibberish, I just need to get this post out of my system bc I love the idea of heinous .5 selfies that include Shouto and his perpetual “quarter life crisis” face

Shouto really shouldn’t have trusted you for pictures after the first time it happened.

With the new iPhones, Apple had decided to include 0.5, which allowed expandable, wide range photos that looked immaculate when used correctly. The only issue? People quickly found out this lens size made foreheads, noses, and god knows what else within its lens massively disproportionate and warped.

Some people found the photos to be stupid, but anyone with a sense of humor knew these photos were prime meme material, especially in a group of friends and loved ones when you wanted the most outrageous photos of them for future birthday posts.

At least that’s what your mind went to first when you found out the power you held with this new discovery. Especially with your deadpan, coolheaded pro-hero boyfriend that the public had a hard time accepting knew anything beyond sparse vine references. He wasn’t that well versed in current social media trends, but Shouto was far from out of the loop. He was kept up to date with trends mostly by his friends, including you, who would send him a god awful amount of tiktoks through iMessage since he didn’t have a tiktok account himself.

You almost felt bad, taking these photos without him really knowing the absolute power they held. The first time you did it was a time you wish you had on video so you could remember it moment-by-moment forever.

You were both out doing some holiday shopping for Halloween, picking up candies, decorations, and even some costume props when the idea popped in your head after Shouto had decided to try on a pumpkin-themed beret that was on the sale rack. Turning to him, you smiled sweetly, looking as innocent as possible as you reveled in the adorableness of your boyfriend before taking what would be the first of many, and I mean many, .5 photos. “You look so cute in that beret, Sho! Could I get a picture?” You asked him as he was peering into a little compact spider mirror to adjust the hat on his head. “Sure, I don’t mind,” he murmured softly. You positioned the camera as least-suspicious as possible, quickly grabbing two or three .5 photos before taking a normal looking one so that he could look at it. You beamed up at him after you took the photos, kissing his cheek and laughing softly as he made no apparent move to take the beret off just yet.

“May I see?” He glanced over your shoulder, a hand lazily wrapped around your waist as you presented the normal photo to him. “I’m beginning to think my fans were wrong when they said I could ‘slay’ just about anything that I wore,” Shouto remarked with a smirk. You nudged him gently, “You slay absolutely every piece of clothing baby.”

He held a soft gaze towards you as you placed the pumpkin beret in the cart, claiming it was a necessity and making your way around the store, eventually getting all you needed.

The next time it happened, Shouto began to wonder why you cackled after getting so many strange photos of him even though the photos you took seemed normal to him. You were both out enjoying the annual Halloween party that Mina and Kaminari were in charge of every year, always finding a way to have the most chaotic decorations and yet somehow making the parties unforgettable when it came to letting loose and having fun.

You were dressed as watergirl, with a light, silky blue dress on and a pair of white fishnet leggings that had blue crystals on them, paired with your “going out” shoes. Your makeup also matched the light blue/water theme perfectly, and Shouto was dressed as fireboy, dawning a pair of red slacks, black dress shoes, and a silky red button up shirt that perfectly complimented him.

His hair was also fully red, with you having put some temporary hair color gel on his white hair to make the look seamless. You were both standing on one side of a beer pong table, going against Ochako and Izuku as the party lights provided a shitty but doable amount of lighting so that you could see the cups slightly. After Shouto threw in your winning shot, cheers and hollers erupted from the crowd watching you guys as you wrapped your hands around Shouto’s neck and pulling him down for a kiss attack, leaving gloss marks along his face as he laughed slightly at your tipsy state.

Gasping suddenly, you took two of the beer pong cups and placed them in his hands, instructing Shouto to pose for a winner’s picture. Your giggles soon turned to full blown laughter as you couldn’t hide the disproportionate .5 photo you’d gotten, with your boyfriend’s forehead taking up almost half the screen, his eyes slightly looking two different directions with his signature polite-cat smile he did for photos.

You quickly took a normal photo to hide your building treasure trove of photos. Shouto looked at the photo after you took it, chuckling at the way the flash on your camera picked up the slight color difference of red hues in his hair from his natural color on his left side and the temporarily dyed right side.

You continued to snap photos of him over the next couple months, including thanksgiving where Shouto was devouring the fuck out of some American-made pecan pie that you’d had specially ordered for the occasion, crumbs evident on the corners of his mouth making him look like when a dog gets caught eating something they shouldn’t be and then bolting all around the house to get away from you.

Your favorite .5 photos had to be during Christmas when Kirishima had somehow convinced Izuku and Shouto to dress as elves for the annual hero Christmas party, and the photos contained Shouto looking miserable but coping in the janky-looking stockings and t shirt, with the elf hat and ears being hastily placed on his head.

He was glancing up at the camera with a deadpan “what was the reason” look, his hair going in different directions, his eyes borderline bugging out of his head, and his hands coming up by his chest to give a thumbs up. You wanted to scream laugh after taking the photos but managed to pull yourself together. There was a reason for these photos being taken, after all.

Your most recent photo before Shouto discovered your secret stash of .5s was of New Year’s when everyone had gotten together once again to celebrate another year of being alive and doing what they loved.

Kaminari had managed to fuck up the decoration order from Amazon, resulting in misspelled party hats and cheap plastic necklaces reading “happy newer years” with the incorrect year on them, resulting in hilarious group photos with everyone that even included Bakugou grinning as he tilted his party hat towards the camera, making sure the photo caught the misspelled words.

Shouto of course had his fair share of photos taken, especially by you who took them from your height, making your boyfriend look gigantic with his hat, new years glasses, and stack of plastic necklaces on as he threw up a peace sign.

Your journey of .5 photos didn’t exclude everyone else from your chaos, as you had albums dedicated to all your friends with the most breathtakingly awful pictures from parties, galas, and public events.

Eventually, Shouto’s birthday rolled around, and this was when he discovered the hard way why you’d been kicking your feet and laughing at random times during the day when you were scrolling on your phone but not on tiktok since there was no audio coming from your device.

The day was a small celebration, with you and the birthday boy himself having a birthday breakfast in your shared apartment and then going to a small lunch spot to celebrate with his family before dinner rolled around and you would be meeting up with your friends to have a celebratory meal together to celebrate the big 22 for Shouto.

Once the dinner was under way and a few cocktails were had, everyone was lively and was sharing memorable moments during their time at UA and after graduation with the number 3 pro hero. Bakugou could barely get through the retelling of Glamouroki because he kept laughing so hard that it was hard for anybody to get words out without doubling over.

Even Shouto himself couldn’t help but laugh loudly out of embarrassment when the time he’d ripped his pants during an interview discussing citizen search and rescue methods came up, with the interview being broadcast live on television. Twitter had an absolute field day, trending the hashtag “greatglacierasscheeks” as a play on the name of one of his ultimate moves.

During the story recounting, the alcohol was creeping up on you and making you way more loose-lipped than you’d like to admit. After Izuku had mentioned something about unflattering press photos with Shouto at the start of his hero career, Kirishima let out a gasp and popped the question that would expose your little secret.

“Does anyone actually have funny ass blackmail-worthy photos of Shouto? This man is perfect in every single magazine shoot, even when he’s rescuing people he looks flawless!” The redhead exclaimed, pointing a lighthearted accusatory finger towards your side of the long booth.

Everyone then turned their attention towards you, realizing that with you being Shouto’s partner of nearly 3 years, you were bound to have some photos, right? “C’mon (y/n), you’ve gotta have some!” Sero shouted across the table. “Yeah! There’s no way you don’t have a photo or two of icyhot in a Scrooge nightgown or something!” Exclaimed Mina, throwing her arms around your shoulders as you let out a loud laugh. “I would be a terrible excuse if a partner if I didn’t have some blackmail-worthy photos of my dear boyfriend, wouldn’t I?” You soon started laughing uncontrollably with tears springing in your eyes as everyone started chanting for you to share them.

Shouto himself looked perplexed, trying to recall any time he saw you sneaking photos of him during rather ungrateful moments like the time he struggled opening one of those little fruit cups and ended up getting squirted in the face with the syrup. You clumsily grabbed your phone, unlocking it and opening up an album before leaning over the table to lock eyes with everyone. “Listen, Sho never realized but sometimes when I took photos of him being cute or when we were out together, I used the .5 lens,” you giggled, and as soon as those words came out of your mouth, everything turned to chaos.

“No fucking way you got candy cane in one of the shittiest camera modes,” Bakugou barked out, a shit eating grin being evidence that he was far too invested in seeing the endless possibilities of wide angle lens Shouto. Endless shouts of “show us!” filled the private bar room you were in, with the bartender on the other side of the restaurant glancing curiously at the predicament across from him.

You put a finger to your lips as you stood up, with your loving boyfriend putting his hand on your hip to steady you as you clicked on the first of many photos. “I present to you, my stash of wide lens Shouto photos!” Your phone was then subsequently passed around the table as howls of laughter and cackling consumed your friend group.

When the phone finally got back around to Shouto, his eyebrows shot up in surprise and he cringed slightly as the angles were anything but flattering. He scrolled through the photos you had collected and then put the pieces together that you weren’t just getting regular photos all those times before. “Please tell me I’m not the only one who got these types of photos taken,” he remarked with a chuckle as you leaned into him. “Gods no! I’ve got hoards of them for everyone else too!” You exclaimed proudly, causing the group to reach for your phone the nth time as everyone roared in more laughter at everyone else’s photos.

There was even a .5 photo of Kirishima when he was getting his hair dyed by Mina at her place and the angle showed him glancing up at the camera with a toothy smile which made him look like a goofy but hilarious version of the shark from Nemo.

The afternoon after Shouto’s birthday, you asked his permission to include some of the .5 photos in an obligatory social media post, because what kind of partner would you be if you didn’t get every single photo type of your boyfriend imaginable? Soon after your post, Twitter quickly trended “wideshouto” and thus began the shitstorm of memes that refused to die down even months after Shouto’s birthday.

#shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #shouto todoroki #my hero academia #my hero academia fic #x reader #x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha #ross works

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wakeofvultures · 7 months

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what is your writing process?

Alright, this is a bit long and a little all over the place. If anon would like me to expand on anything in particular, I would be happy to!

Step One: Spend a lot of time thinking about characters that I like.

Step Two: An idea grabs me by the throat (usually an OC that is metaphorically married to a Theme/Concept.)

Step Three: Daydream a lot, and when I realize the idea is not going away, I begin to outline an actual plot.

Generally speaking, I must know the ultimate ending of the fic before I begin getting serious about it. I don't need the exact details, but I need to know the conclusion in broad strokes.

My outlines are not very detailed either. I just want to have a general idea of what is going on. Usually, I brainstorm things that should happen to relate back to the Themes/Concepts that I associate with the character/story I want to tell. Then, I also outline the points that should happen to get from each major point.

Step Four: Begin drafting.

I draft pretty fast and loose, but I also draft chapter-by-chapter, edit, and then post. Move on to next chapter. Therefore, I have to look at the outline and where I want to go to make sure I'm laying the right foundations, but most of the fun of the process for me is the discovery while writing. The loose outline makes sure there is a lot of stuff I am coming up with in the moment while the strong Theme/Concept and loose outline are there to keep it all cohesive in the long run (hopefully.)

Step Five: Edit. This part is both the bane of my existence and the love of my life.

I begin editing after my draft of a chapter is done, (for Cracks in the Crypt, that is usually once I hit all the points I want to and get to 3,000 words. For Neither Snake nor Dragon, it was once I hit all the points I wanted to or I thought the chapter was going too long.)

Now, what happens while I edit depends on how rough the draft is. Sometimes, there is a lot of rearranging a lot of sections that I wrote out of chronological order. Sometimes, it is filling in sections and scenes that I just marked as "WRITE LATER."

I add more details to certain sections that I brushed over.

I also delete a lot of stuff. Usually, its information that I realize my POV character would not care about or would not notice (mostly in Myrtis' case) or stuff that they would think is self-explanatory and doesn't bother to go into depth about (in Elayne's case).

I feel like I delete at least 1,000 words while editing (most of the time more), but I add enough that it usually evens out or exceeds what is cut.

Then, I write a vague summary (if it's Cracks in the Crypt) and also write the Author's Notes.

Then, I internally go through a crisis before I remember that you just have to accept that you can work on anything forever, and sometimes, part of the creative process is knowing when to walk away. I hit post. Cue internal (sometimes external) screaming.

Occasionally, a minor thing will be changed when I am re-reading past chapters. This can be correcting grammar/typos, shifting a few small things around for flow, or changing a small inconsequential detail that I've changed my mind about.

#my writing process #fic: cracks in the crypt #oc: myrtis #fic: neither snake nor dragon #oc: elayne tully #fanfiction #writing #fanfiction writing #me as a writer #me as an actual writer #asks #writing asks #anon my beloved #abyssal stuff #abyssal talks #fanfiction writer

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nitewrighter · 1 year

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dva for the niche questions? if you havent already, of course. thank you, and i love these so much!

a song that reminds me of them: "Death Thrice Drawn" by The Scary Jokes

what they smell like: She is a celebrity so it is with a heavy heart that I inform you that she does NOT have gamer stank. I mean she could, sometimes, but in public she actually smells pretty nice. Kind of like a strawberry-rose-hibiscus tea from a bougie boba shop.

an otp: Bunnyribbit and D.Vamon. but I also really like the idea of her with an Omnic partner. She said Bob was cute!! She has good taste!!

a notp: Eh none in particular.

favorite platonic/familial relationships: I had a lot of fun writing her hanging out with Zen in my fics! I also really like Dae-hyun.

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with: I've already talked about how the 'soldier 76 adopts her' headcanon was kind of weird and I'm glad it's fallen out of prominence, so I'm just gonna say it just feels kind of grabbing-at-straws-ish how she immediately gets shipped pretty much entirely based on age. It's like, "Oh look, a character who's roughly within a five year window of her age *plonk*" It happened with Brig and now it's happening with Kiriko. At least Brig had the 'mechanic' factor so they have something to talk about and bond over, but Kiriko makes it glaringly clear that it's really more about age than any really strong points of characterization. It just feels kind of cheap on both characters' behalves and it's the kind of shipping that makes me go, "Hey yeah people have a point when they say Overwatch fans only care about shipping."

the position they sleep in: Starfish sleeper, snorer, sprawled across several oversized plushies from fans, runs surprisingly warm despite how small she is, has big oversized tacky geeky t-shirts that were given away at e-sports events as pajamas.

a crossover au i’d love to see them in: God I'd love to see the Cruiser skin expanded into its own Rockabilly AU, it's just a fun --or--OR the cruiser skin is her skin for dangerous night racing on Route 66!!!

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn: I really like Cruiser. I really like it when they play with decades/genres in skins, and also I love all the unique voice lines for it.

#overwatch #hana song

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whats-k-popping · 2 years

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Hey! How are you? Would you mind writing 19 from the "Are you okay?" Prompt list for Jungkook?

Hello Hello! I'm doing so well. Hope you're doing well yourself, anon! Of course I don't mind! Thanks for your request! I did decide to try doing something new here (I've never written overindulgence before.)

I do hope you'll enjoy this! I've had this idea in my head for months now and thought this prompt would be the perfect excuse to finally write it. But if you wanted an illness based fic or aren't into overindulgence, you can request again.

Pairing - JiKook - platonic intentions, but open to interpretation.

Prompt: *wraps arms around belly and starts to cry* "No."

Words: 1947 (Went over my limit for drabbles, oops. I honestly just didn't want to delete any scenes.)

Warnings: Emeto || Overeating/Overindulgence (not gainer/f33dee content) || Graphic Descriptions of Illness || Public Vom!ting

Jungkook doesn’t usually deviate from his meal plans. And if he does, he’ll make up for it with extra exercise. He cares a lot about his health, he does what he needs to do in order to take care of his body. He’s proud of his physique. He maintains it with rigorous workouts and strict diets. It doesn’t even feel like a chore to him anymore. He loves it, it’s a part of his regular routine.

But he’s not perfect. Like anyone, he gives himself a cheat day. It’s rare. And only when he knows he has nothing major coming up on his schedule for at least a week. Because when Jungkook cheats on his diets, he cheats. Fatty meats, fried foods, heavy carbs, and sugary sweets. Anything he can get his hands on that isn’t a vegetable. Anything that isn’t on his meal plan. He fits as much as he can into his stomach in those designated 24 hours. For just one day, he wants to be lazy. He just wants to eat and relax.

Jungkook has just finished licking the remains of fried chicken off his fingertips. Three empty take-out containers sit before him. He leans back in his chair and puts his hands on his bloated stomach, rubbing over the bulging area. He’s on the cusp of feeling uncomfortably full. Just one more bite could send him over the edge. He lets out a string of deep belches as his stomach works to digest. He hopes to make room for a delicious dessert later in the evening.

Hunger effectively quelled, he scrolls through Netflix until he stumbles upon a new show to watch. He decides to just go with whatever’s trending at the moment; he loves to stay relevant. He’s starting the second episode when there’s a knock at his door. Jungkook stands to answer, noting that his stomach still feels heavy. He tries to take a deep breath, but his stomach is still too bloated. It hurts to expand his diaphragm. His efforts leave him belching in an attempt to make room. He shakes it off and cleans up the evidence of his feast. Just because he’s more than earned a cheat day doesn’t mean he wants anyone to know.

It’s Jimin. Jungkook looks at him with curiosity. He’s dressed in shorts and a muscle shirt. He’s dripping with sweat and panting as he stands in the doorway. “Can I come in?” Jimin asks, already sneaking past the maknae and inviting himself inside.

Jungkook rolls his eyes at the smaller member and closes the door, “Sure, hyung, help yourself.” And so Jimin does. He rushes right to Jungkook’s kitchen and pours himself a glass of water, gulping it down greedily. The glass is empty after one go. “Did you forget to bring a water bottle?” Jimin nods, refilling the glass. He works down the second glass, smacking his lips together in satisfaction when it’s empty.

Jungkook chuckles at his hyung, laughing any harder hurts his stomach. He goes back to the couch to resume his show. He expects Jimin to leave now that he’s hydrated. But Jimin washes the glass and sets it on the drying rack before wandering over to Jungkook. He grabs a banana on the way. “I’ve seen this. Want me to tell you how it ends?” Jimin chuckles, sitting down beside the younger member.

“Absolutely not.” Jungkook sounds offended at the very idea. He keeps his attention on the TV.

“Want to come run with me? I only have 5 more kilometers.” Jimin asks cutely, draping himself around Jungkook.

Jungkook’s lip tugs in disgust. He can’t even fathom the thought of running. Just walking to and from the front door made him feel nauseous. He shakes his head, “Not today, hyung. I’m not in the mood.”

“What’s this?” Jimin picks his head up, “Our muscle bunny doesn’t want to work out?” he teases.

He doesn’t want Jimin to know he’s feeling nauseous. He doesn’t want Jimin to know how much he ate. He doesn’t want Jimin to know anything’s wrong. So he quickly fabricates a lie, “I already worked out this morning.”

Jimin doesn’t want to finish the run himself. He gets bored running alone. He gets bored doing most things alone. So if he has to light a fire under Jungkook to get the company, then he will. “You scared I might be faster than you now?” he continues to tease.

Of course Jimin’s comment ignites Jungkook’s competitive nature. If he doesn’t go, Jimin will start telling the others that Jungkook was too scared to race him. He can’t have rumors like that running around. He hates losing more than he feels nauseous. Jungkook groans, “Alright, I’ll go running with you. Let me get changed.” Jimin immediately leans off Jungkook in victory.

Jungkook trudges to his room. He knows he’s going to regret this, but it’ll be worth it to leave Jimin in the dust. He takes off his shirt and looks at himself in the mirror. His stomach is still bloated, a noticeable curve from his otherwise chiseled physique. He rubs it; it’s still hard as a rock. He decides to wear an oversized t-shirt, so Jimin won’t notice, and his loosest pair of basketball shorts. When he bends at the waist to tie his shoes, his stomach gurgles. He knows it’s not a good sign. It’s going to feel like the longest 5k he’s ever run in his life.

Jimin’s waiting for him to leave, this time with two water bottles in his hands. He tosses one to Jungkook when they head out. Once they’re on the trail, Jimin starts off with a jog. Jungkook’s able to keep up for a while. He grimaces at the cramps forming in his stomach, but they’re all concealed behind his mask. The running shifts the contents of Jungkook’s stomach. He has to keep his mouth closed to prevent any belches from slipping out. He catches them all in his throat and swallows them.

Surprisingly, Jungkook makes it a full kilometer before he’s certain he’s going to vomit. His stomach is bubbling with rage inside of him. Every stride he makes sends sharp cramps throughout his entire middle. Jimin’s gotten ahead of him now yet he can’t bring himself to care. He’s hiccuping and burping more frequently, sometimes bringing up liquid with them that he quickly swallows back down.

He has to stop. He eyes a public trash can a few meters away and wills himself just that far. If he’s going to vomit publicly, he can at least make sure it lands in a garbage bin. He stands beside the bin in anticipation.

“What’s the matter, Kook-ah. Can’t keep up?” Jimin muses. He twists his neck to see Jungkook halted beside the trash. He’s hunched over, his mask pulled down and mouth hanging over opening. Even from several meters away, Jimin can see he’s looking positively green. He turns back and sprints toward his friend. “Jungkook-ah. Are you okay?” He asks, despite it being a stupid question.

Jungkook clutches his aching stomach and tears spill from his eyes. He can’t control them. “No!” His whining cuts through a sob. He knew this was a bad idea. He hates being sick. God, what if someone recognizes him while he’s spewing his guts into a public bin. The media would have a field day.

Hiccuping sobs trigger gagging. The gagging triggers retching. And the retching triggers heaving. Painful, productive, violent heaving. Thick streams of undigested food and stomach acid erupt from Jungkook’s mouth. Sheer volume doesn’t fit in his mouth and some comes out his nostrils. It burns. The waves are so large, they almost don’t make it into the opening of the bin. But he’s trying his best to avoid making any mess.

Jimin’s reactions are instinctual. He does his best to shield the maknae from the public eye. He then pulls Jungkook long strands of hair back to prevent them from getting caught in the crossfires. He’s amazed, to be honest, how much Jungkook forces out. 10 heaves in and he’s still going strong, no sign of relenting any time soon. “Hey, hey. You’ll be okay. Get it all out.” Jimin encourages gently, although it doesn’t seem like Jungkook’s having any trouble with that.

He’s struggling to breathe. The vomiting isn’t sparing a second to catch his breath. He can’t even take a breath through his nose because it’s filled with vomit. While in the throes of misery, he swears to himself that he will never overeat again. At this moment, he truly doubts he’ll ever want to eat again at all. He never wants to feel this gross ever again. His only solace is that he knows once he empties his stomach, he’ll feel better. But he wonders how long that will take.

He’s thankful he has Jimin there with him. His touches help to ground him, keeping him from passing out. But he recognizes he wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place if it weren’t for Jimin. Maybe he holds a small grudge about it.

It’s 12 long minutes of projectile vomiting before Jungkook can finally take a decent breath. And once he gets one, he greedily goes back for more. He’s panting hard; much too hard for only running one kilometer. Once he’s sure he’s empty, he lifts his head. Jimin coos, the maknae’s face is a mess with tears, snot, sweat and vomit. The older one opens his water bottle and encourages Jungkook to rinse his mouth. Jungkook does.

“You could have just told me you were sick. I wouldn’t have made you come.” Jimin sounds apologetic as he check’s Jungkook’s forehead for a fever. Jungkook drops the grudge. Afterall, his own competitiveness lured him into Jimin’s teasing. And it was only a problem because he overate. He’s really got no one to blame but himself.

“I’m not sick,” Jungkook explains. His voice is barely there, strained from the effort of vomiting. He takes a small sip of water to coat his sore throat. Jimin looks at him, unconvinced. Jungkook pulls off his t-shirt and pours the contents of his water bottle on the shirt. He uses it to wipe off his face.

Jimin eyes Jungkook’s torso, noticing the bump that was once Jungkook’s flat stomach. It’s still swollen, despite how much Jungkook’s thrown up. “Jesus, Kook. How much did you eat today?” Jimin asks, starting to make sense of the situation. He presses a hand to Jungkook’s stomach. It still feels hard.

“Too much.” Jungkook admits. He hiccups when Jimin applies a light amount of pressure. He fears he hasn’t seen the end of his meals yet. He just wants to be back in his own apartment to feel miserable in peace. “You finish your run, hyung. I’m gonna go home.”

Jimin follows him home, afraid that Jungkook’s stomach might start up again on the way back. Jungkook expects Jimin to leave once he’s inside, but his hyung stays. He eyes the blonde vocalist as he sits back on the couch. He’s afraid he’s going to get lectured for overeating, or not following his diet plan.

But instead, Jimin sits beside him and slips his hand under Jungkook’s shirt. “Want me to rub your tummy?” Jimin asks even though he’s already doing it. “It might help you feel better.” Jungkook just melts under his hyungs touch. Jimin’s small fingers move in comforting patterns along his aching tummy. He’s so entranced by the touch, he doesn’t even realize he’s caught a case of hiccups until Jimin starts laughing at him. “Sounds like you really overdid it, Kook.”

Jungkook nods, “It was ch-cheat day.”

A/N: As always, thanks for reading to the end! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!

#bts #bts sickfic #sick!jungkook #caretaker!Jimin #tw emeto #bts canonverse #jikook #platonic bts #tw overeating #tw overindulgence #tw public vomiting #aki sickfic #aki writes #aki requests

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