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suzukiblu · 4 months

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Ko-fi thank-you sentences for Lux; Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good! I, uh, was only supposed to write nine sentences for this, buuuuut I didn't only write nine sentences for this. 😅 LOOK, I HIT A GROOVE, I'M NOT SORRY. Enjoy your read-more, y'all.

“Do you want some ideas for names?” Billy offers. Most kids don’t get to “legally” name themselves quite this way, so he feels like helping Superboy pick a good name is important. He wants him to have one he really likes. “I know a lot of them. Or we could look some up online? Batman got us a desktop and got you a laptop and a tablet, in case you need one for anything. Oh, and there’s phones, so we can keep in contact! I should grab you yours, actually, it’s . . . somewhere in the kitchen, I think.”

“‘Ideas’?” Superboy repeats, looking a little uncomfortable. “Like . . . what?”

“I just mean suggestions,” Billy promises, immediately distracted from the phone by Superboy’s apparent discomfort. The phone can wait. “You can pick any name you want, it’s up to you. I’m not gonna, like, veto you or anything.”

“. . . sure,” Superboy says. He still looks uncomfortable and Billy still can’t be sure he really means it, but . . . well, he just has to do his best, he guesses.

“You don’t have to decide right away, you can think it over for a bit,” he says. “But we at least need something to put on the paperwork. You can always change it later if you decide you don’t like it.”

“Whatever,” Superboy says, his mouth thinning. Billy thinks Cadmus was sort of terrible for not giving him a name. Actually, no, Cadmus was really terrible for that.

“How about I just list some, and if you like any of them, you can just say?” he suggests.

“Whatever,” Superboy repeats, looking away. Well . . . it’s not a “no”, at least, so Billy figures they can try, and if Superboy gets annoyed, they’ll just stop and try again later.

“Okay,” he says. “Um . . . let’s see, what are some good ones . . . David, Asher, Zachary, Parker, Otto, Levi . . . um . . .”

Superboy’s jaw tightens. Billy stops listing names and bites his tongue. Okay. The name thing is a sore spot, maybe. Or maybe Superboy just doesn’t like any of his suggestions and thinks he’s lame, he guesses. That might also be, like . . . a thing.

“I’ll try to think of some more later,” Billy says, repressing a guilty wince and grasping desperately for a new topic. “Do you, uh . . . have any questions? Or anything like that?”

Probably he should’ve asked that sooner, come to think.

"How often are you gonna be here?" Superboy asks, still looking away. Billy can’t really read what he can see of his face very well, but hopefully once they know each other better he'll get better at that kind of thing. Like, he’ll have to, right?

"Oh, like–pretty much whenever I'm not doing hero stuff or on any League missions," he says. "I'll make sure and tell you if I'm ever gonna be gone overnight or anything like that, okay?"

Superboy . . . blinks. Looks back at him.

"You're going to live here?" he asks in confusion. Billy blinks too, tilting his head.

"Yeah," he says. "I mean, it wouldn't be very nice of me to just ditch you here all by yourself, would it?"

"I can take care of myself," Superboy says, his expression shuttering. Billy frowns.

"Well, sure, but that doesn't mean anybody's gonna make you," he says. Just because Superboy’s physically old enough to take care of himself doesn’t mean he’s not technically still a baby. He deserves to get taken care of and have somebody help him figure out, like . . . everything, pretty much. Civilian life and superhero stuff both.

That’s why Billy’s doing this, so . . . yeah.

“Why?” Superboy says.

“Because that’d be really mean,” Billy says. “And we’re the good guys, so we have to be the good guys.”

Superboy’s jaw tightens again, and then he folds his arms and looks away again too. He looks upset. Billy wishes he knew how to fix it. Like–even just a little bit. He knows sometimes that stuff just doesn’t “fix”, but . . . still. He’s trying to be a good dad here, so he feels like he should fix things like Superboy being upset.

Well–he guesses just letting him work through being upset is okay too, if it comes to it. For when things aren’t that easy to get distracted from. Billy would also have a lot to be upset about if he’d been made in a lab and told he was supposed to be somebody he’s not and gotten mind-controlled the first time he’d ever woken up for real. Like, that’s a really shit first day.

Superboy must feel really weird, too. Cadmus probably didn’t really teach him how to be a kid or a teenager, since they were trying to make an adult Superman, so it’s no wonder he thinks they’re gonna make him take care of himself. Billy’s gonna have to help him learn how being a kid works, he’s pretty sure.

Well, he can do that. And, well, Superboy’s friends can cover the “teenager” stuff, he guesses. Like, probably.

. . . maybe he could find a couple parenting books or something. A parenting book might be a good idea.

"I just don't get it," Superboy says after a long moment staring at the wall, tensing his folded arms. "What about when you have to get back to your real life? Like your . . . your job and your house and your . . . family. This is keeping you away from all that."

"Oh," Billy realizes, blinking at him in surprise. He guesses Superboy probably would expect him to have that kinda stuff, huh. "No, I don't really . . . have any of those, technically? I mean, I am human, I wasn't lying or anything, I just don't have a job or another house or anything like that. Actually the Justice League is paying for all of this, 'cause we were all talking about the best place for you to live and Superman asked if maybe I could take care of you, and I had to tell him I couldn't 'cause I didn't actually have anything to take care of you with, but Batman said the League could set up a stipend to pay for stuff and help me get a place and all that if I wanted to do it, sooooo . . ."

". . . Superman asked you to take care of me?" Superboy asks hesitantly, shifting in his bean bag and finally glancing back to him again.

"Yeah," Billy confirms with a nod, a little relieved that Superboy’s looking at him again. Well–close to him, anyway. He’s not quite making eye contact, but that’s fine. "Well, him and Batman. Because my powers are kinda close to yours so I can help you train and stuff, but also Kryptonians are vulnerable to magic so if you've got any mind control triggers in your head that we missed I should be able to stop you without having to hurt you. Like I could restrain you until we could help you or until you could snap out of it on your own, I mean."

"Oh," Superboy says, blinking slowly. "I just figured somebody had some kryptonite somewhere in case something like that happened."

"No," Billy says, frowning at the thought. Geez, what kind of an awful dad would he be if he did that? He's seen what kryptonite does to Superman and it totally sucks. "Kryptonite hurts. I'm not gonna let anybody use kryptonite on you. Er–well, probably eventually a bad guy will when you're on a mission, that's kind of how those go, but we're definitely not gonna keep any here.”

"Why not?" Superboy asks, frowning back at him. "It's more efficient than actually fighting me. And I might injure you if I'm like that."

"Yeah," Billy says. "But also somebody bad could use it against you if they ever broke in and found it. And this is, um–well. This is your home now, so I don't think there should be things that could hurt you in it anyway."

Superboy stares blankly at him again. Billy tries not to fidget.

"There were lots of things that could hurt me in Cadmus," Superboy says, his face staying very, very blank in a way that Billy immediately hates.

"Well, this isn't Cadmus," Billy says firmly, trying to look as sincere and trustworthy and dad-ly as he knows how to. He had a really, really great dad. He can pay that forward. Superboy deserves a great dad too. "I'm taking care of you now, and I don't want kryptonite or anything like it around you. Ever."

Superboy stares at him. His expression is really complicated-looking and Billy doesn't understand it, so he just keeps trying to look as dad-ly as possible. Hopefully that'll help, or at least won't hurt.

". . . what about your family, though?" Superboy asks after a long moment, flicking his eyes away uncomfortably. Billy really hopes he's doing this right. "Or do you, uh, not have one of those either?"

"Um," Billy says. "Well, I have the worst uncle in the world who I really hope is rotting in prison somewhere by now, but otherwise it's just you."

"What?" Superboy frowns again, looking confused. "What's just me?"

"Uh . . . my family?" Billy replies, a little embarrassed. He hasn't actually had any family that he could still want to be around in . . . well, a really long time now, so it feels sort of weird to say it, but it is true. Dubiously-legally true, given all the fake paperwork Batman’s been putting together, but still true.

Superboy gives him the blank stare yet again. Billy feels like a moron, but–well, he's not gonna take it back. Even if Superboy thinks he's presuming too much too quick or something, which admittedly he kinda is, Billy also can't imagine how awful it'd be hearing someone call you their family and then say they weren't really or hadn't actually meant it or just . . . whatever.

Superboy might not even care if he did, but . . .

Well. Billy would care. So he's not gonna.

Ever.

#rinfic #lux #wip: billy adopts conner and it actually goes pretty good!

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 4 months

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Hi!! I absolutely love your fanfics. I was wondering if you could do a Gideon (Gordon) x reader fic that’s kinda angsty to fluff? Maybe the reader and him were close, but he ended up leaving because of how successful G-Man studios was. Then, when Matthew humbled him, he realized that he never should have left?

Awh thank you! For this one, Reader is just replacing Julia more or less

..............

"Are you okay? That looked pretty rough.."

Blinking in surprise, Gordon gazed up at you for a brief moment, seeing the look of concern written all over your face. Yet he didn't have the courage to say anything, as he just sniffled and shook his head, trying to bite back tears.

He thought you were going to make fun of him..just like the rest of this stupid school did after he tried asking out one of the popular girls.

Finally, he had gotten such a burst of confidence, thinking his "fearless" nature was going to score him a date.

But that was all gone now.

He made a damn fool out of himself in front of everyone.

"I think this is yours, Gordon."

Looking back at you, he was shocked to see you kneeling down, the book dusted off and being handed over to him. He quickly snatched it back, cradling it to his chest. "Th-Thanks.." He mumbled. "I'm surprised you even know who I am in all honesty.."

"Well, we do share classes." You mentioned, smiling a little as you both stood up. "You know, they can laugh all they want. But I bet none of those jerks would have the balls to ask her out like you did. I'd say you're truly living up to the "fearless" title."

He was frozen in-place, unsure of what to say as you alluded to his shirt, which he bashfully covered with his oversized coat. When you footsteps walked past him, however, he spun around and saw you going to your locker.

He stumbled after you. "W-Wait!"

"Yeah?"

"You know my name, but I'm afraid yours has slipped by me. What was it again?"

"[Y/n]."

"[Y/n]...well..thank you for the kind words, [y/n]. I wish more people in this stupid school were like you." He tried mustering a smile, although at the moment he seemed self-conscious about his braces. "Would you...l-like to come by my place to study for that test we have tomorrow?"

"...damn it's tomorrow? I was working on a whole flash card set but I kinda fell behind and-"

"Oh I have my own set, too! Maybe we can exchange them and quiz each other!"

"Sounds good." You chuckled, entering your lock combination to grab your notebook. Once you shut the door, you glanced at him, smiling. "I'll catch you after school then, G-Man."

Gordon blinked, jaw-dropped in disbelief as you walked away from him. He just stood there, watching you vanish into the crowd of students on their way to their next class.

A few people whispered and giggled at the way he was staring at you, some even calling him a weirdo or creep.

But this time, he didn't pay them any mind.

You just gave him the coolest nickname ever.

G-Man..

"Wait, the G-Man Empire has fallen, you said?"

"Yeah! Don't you ever watch the news? Apparently Matthew Patel is the new CEO!"

"...hah, I figured karma was gonna catch up to that son of a bitch sooner or later."

"Woah, [y/n]..that's kinda harsh. Didn't you go out with that guy and start on it together? I thought you'd be pissed off about it."

"Why would I be pissed off? He pushed me aside when it got successful and claimed he didn't have "time" for a relationship anymore. And it made me think "well shit, maybe it was never a real one to begin with...maybe he saw us as business partners and nothing more"."

"...damn, I didn't know all of that. My bad."

"No, it's..." Pausing, you held the phone away from your ear for a moment, taking a deep breath before you could get too upset. "Look, I'm over it. I'm not glazing over everything I might've done wrong..it was all him. He turned into a rich douchebag."

"Right, and now he's a broke douchebag." Your friend laughed. "Anyways, if I see him on the streets..I'll deck him in the face for ya, alright?"

"Thanks. Maybe I'll do that, too, if I happen to see him.." You joked as well, already feeling a bit better after ending the conversation, hanging up the phone.

With a small sigh, you turned back to the TV and put on some anime episode, relaxing as you focused more on the show and less on the rainstorm outside...

And Gideon.

But unfortunately for you, a name like that was hard to forget.

Especially as you once knew him as that aloof yet sweet nerd who used to hang out with you after school and on the weekends. Most of your days were spent either studying or watching anime while he explained every bit of lore under the sun.

Sure, highschool had its cringy moments, but other times it was great.

Gid--Gordon made up the best parts of it.

He was the first person you ever saw the Sparks(tm) with.

You two were close, graduating and going into college together, and ultimately helping him form the G-Man business from the ground up. He was inspired by that cool nickname you've given him in highschool, assuring you that you deserved all the credit.

At some point, however, he suddenly changed his name..apparently because he felt like "Gordon Goose" was dead to him.

You agreed that being addressed as "Mr. Goose" was one way to ensure he's never taken seriously, so you accepted his name-change to Gideon.

Then...even more about him began to change.

And soon you barely recognized the man you fell in love with.

As soon as he discovered something called "The Glow", his wealth skyrocketed, but he refused to let you in on what this little secret of his was. And he barely gave you his fair share of the earnings anymore.

It wasn't long before you got shoved aside, and he stayed up on his high horse alongside all the other millionaires and billionaires while you worked at your drastically lower-leveled job that was connected to his business empire.

Yep. His empire.

Not yours and his.

He didn't speak to you again unless it was through some random agent.

You were livid for the way he just left you in the dust, and right as you thought you couldn't hate him even more...

He went out with Ramona Flowers, got broken up with, and formed some bizarre group that apparently included her six other "evil" exes.

Oh, how furious you were.

Not at her, though. You felt terrible after she told you about how controlling he was, but it made you wish that you had a time machine so you could go back and warn her NOT to date that prick.

Or better yet..go back and stop him from turning into a prick.

Now according to your friend, Matthew Patel--Ramona's first ex--won the rights to all of Gideon's properties after a tough fight. But oddly enough nobody knew of his current whereabouts.

They emphasized the point that he was kicked out and not killed..

That made you wonder where he is and if he's-

'Wait..why do I suddenly feel sorry for him?' You blinked, before shaking your head and deciding to pause the episode, realizing you weren't even focusing on the story anymore.

Only that jerk.

Okay, so maybe a small part of you did miss him..and hoped that Gordon would come back. But you had a feeling things won't ever change nor return to what they used to be..

Deciding to clear your thoughts, you threw on your coat and opened the front door, stepping out onto your porch. You didn't go any further, as you simply wanted to take in the sights, sounds, and smells of the rain.

Of course it was windy, too, making the air feel chillier than it actually was.

Through the downpour, however, you could make out a figure that was seemingly limping down the sidewalk.

They were barely lit by the streetlamps, but your heart sunk into your stomach the moment you realized who that was exactly..

"G....Gideon..?"

Sure enough, it was him.

Gideon Graves. The rich asshole who now looked as though he was dragged through the mud several times in a row..completely disheveled with bruises on his face and tears in his usually pristine clothes.

Not to mention he seemed utterly defeated.

Upon hearing his name, he stopped and looked over, stunned to see that you were still living on this same street. "[Y/n].."

You scowled, the words you've exchanged with your friend from earlier coming back into your mind. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen."

"Please..don't remind me.." He rasped, his voice sounding so broken and tired.

"I think I will, actually. Now you know how I felt when you kicked me to the curb."

"...I'll admit it..that was a stupid thing for me to do. And I'm sorry.."

Blinking, you were surprised by his sudden apology. But your guard remained up, as you just huffed. "What? Just because you lost your big empire..you finally decide to grovel at my doorstep in the cold rain and apologize? Where was this last year? Two years ago?"

"........"

You sighed. As much as you despised seeing how sad and pathetic he was acting...it did tug on your heartstrings a little bit. You were starting to catch glimpses of that sweet kid you once knew..

"Gordon?"

He perked up. "Yes?"

"...I see. You haven't entirely killed your old self, then.." You quietly mused.

"You were right, [y/n]. I..I-I never should have left you." He took off his glasses as he sniffled and put them in his pocket, shivering. "I don't have any right coming here, but..I used the last of my money to catch a bus. Just to see the one person I still care about...and...hopefully cares for me, too.."

You blinked. "You...still care about me?"

"I know it didn't seem like it, but...I never stopped.." He mumbled. "I got greedy, ambitious...and lost sight of who really loved me. Now I'm back to where I was before.."

"And that is...?"

"..being a loser.." He was even quieter this time around. So much so, you barely heard him at all...although you knew what he said exactly.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"I said...I'm back to being a loser."

You smirked. "One more time?"

"I said I'm a LOSER!!" Gordon snapped, tears finally streaking down his sunken cheeks as he scowled at you. His shout was hoarse, yet pained at the same time. "I-I'm a loser, okay?! A loser who doesn't deserve to grovel at your doorstep like this. A loser who should just lay down and die-''

Then he heard your small laughter and stopped his pity party, sniffling as he stared at you. "Wh-What's so funny?"

"You are a real loser for leaving me...but I'm just as much of a loser for wanting to let you back into my life.." Sighing, you shook your head before you grabbed the umbrella beside your door, opening it and heading down the steps.

He stared at you, now seeing that you two were standing under the umbrella together, totally sheltered from the rain.

Why were you doing this?

You looked at him. "You know, I thought about decking you in the face earlier..but I'll take you admitting you're in the wrong any day. Now let's get out of this rain."

A small whimper left his lips as he shuddered, practically clinging to you while you wrapped an arm around him, leading him back into your house.

In that moment, sparks flew, and Gordon realized he was finally seeing them at their strongest.

#clanask #anonymous #scott pilgrim x reader #scott pilgrim takes off x reader #spto x reader #gideon graves #gordon goose #gideon graves x reader #gordon goose x reader #hurt/comfort #angst/fluff #angst to fluff

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lovingseventeen · 1 year

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hi! i just discovered your writing and you are so so talented. if possible, can you write how the members would react to finding out their s/o is sick? maybe with them trying to hide it, or the members are so busy and their partner didn’t want to tell them :)

svt when they find out their s/o is sick *ੈ✩‧₊˚

a/n: we are here for soft svt feels. also this got hella long because i have no chill LOL. also things may seem a little redundant bc the reader is always at home BUT you SHOULD be staying home if you're not feeling well !!

ALSO ALSO THANK YOU all for 700 followers! i hope this is a good present ♡

seungcheol:

❥ you knew he tended to have a lot on his plate as a leader of one of the most successful groups

❥ so you figured you didn't have to tell him you weren't feeling great. it's just a little cold after all

❥ you decide to take a nap, maybe sleep will lighten how you feel

❥ meanwhile, seungcheol sends you a little text, just his usual habit of checking up on you when he can, when you don't respond

❥ they're probably busy, he thinks, though it's a little out of character when 2 hours later, you haven't even opened his message

❥ somehow he gets out of practice early that day, so he decides to surprise you, bringing over some pastries from a bakery near the company building

❥ he's shocked to see a very fatigued you open your door

❥ "cheol?"

❥ immediately, his body fills with so much worry he almost doesn't know where to start

❥ "y/n? are you okay- wait, actually lets get you to sit first" he rambles, heart breaking when he sees you walk so slowly to your couch

❥ "what brought you over here? don't you usually have dance practice today?" you asked, voice quieter than usual

❥ "we got out early, but that doesn't matter, you're sick? why didn't you tell me?"

❥ "it's not that bad and you have so many things to worry about-" you try, only to be interrupted by your very concerned boyfriend

❥ "forget about all those other things!" he says with a slight pout, "i can't believe you've been alone when you're like this, that's it, i'm cancelling my day tomorrow"

❥ "you don't need to do that!" you protest, but he's already shooting someone -his manager probably- a text

❥ he partially wants to scold you for not telling him sooner but he can't argue with you in this state. his eyes look at you softly, noticing that you're leaning your head on the couch as you sit up, concluding that your head probably hurts too

❥ "y/n, i want to take care of you, okay? it hurts to see you like this, so just let me, okay?"

❥ definitely starts researching on home remedies and what medicine to buy as you lay your head on his lap

jeonghan:

❥ he was looking forward to your date at the end of the week, up until you sent him a text saying that you didn't think you could still make it

❥ hannie something came up so i don't think i can still go out on friday :(

❥ oh? are you alright at least? he replies

❥ yeah yeah i am, just work things :((

❥ he still wants to see you that day though, so he decides to try to surprise you by picking you up at your job with a little bouquet of flowers

❥ little does he know, you haven't been to work for a couple days, taking your sick leave

❥ um i'm here outside, can it at least drive you home? he sends

❥ at the sight of this text, you're calling him

❥ "hi baby" he says, and you can already tell he's smiling on the other end of the line

❥ "hi" you replied softly, "um, i'm not at work"

❥ this catches his off guard, "you're not?"

❥ "i've been home all week because i haven't been feeling well, but i also didn't want to worry you.." you explain, feeling awful over him being outside of your job

❥ "you're sick?" he asks, getting back into his car to continue the call

❥ "a bit, but it's not that bad!" you try to tell him

❥ "i'll come over" he tells you, but not before stopping by at a restaurant to bring you some hearty soup

❥ you greet him at your door with a mask on and even then he can tell that your eyes are tired. "sorry you went all the way over there"

❥ "that's okay i just wanted to see you, but you know it's my job to worry about you, right?" as he says this he holds out the bag of noodle soup towards you.

❥ "you should eat up so you get better" he urges, motioning for you to walk into your house

joshua:

❥ you guys have gotten into the habit of sending each other occasional pictures of what you're up to

❥ this particular day, he was recording and he sent you a cute little selfie from the recording booth. he even took a picture of the boys watching him record too, and of course, they all posed for the picture LOL

❥ you send him back an innocent selfie from home, but you weren't slick enough to hide the box of tissues and the bottle of medicine form the background

❥ he's calling you after his session is done (with a thumbs up from woozi). "hey darling, are you feeling alright? i noticed the medicine in the back of your photo?"

❥ "oh it's nothing," you assure him, "just a cold, not a big deal"

❥ "that's not nothing" he says softly, "do you need anything? have you eaten yet? are you drinking enough water?"

❥ after you answer yes to all of his questions, telling him not to worry, he concedes partially, but he still thinks about you throughout the day

❥ he checks up on you throughout the day, occasionally sending you random life hacks and home remedies to make you feel better

❥ you have to text him that no, you are not putting garlic in your socks or ears

❥ josh i really really appreciate the concern but it's really not that serious

❥ but if this works! you could feel better by tomorrow! <33

❥ he unfortunately can't come over because his schedule is a bit swamped, but he tells you not to cook anything tonight and orders food for you so you can take it easy

jun:

❥ when he surprises you on one of his days off, he winds up very surprised too

❥ when you open your door you raise your eyebrows as he takes in the sight of you. frankly, he can tell you might've not gotten enough sleep and that your nose is a little red (probably because it's runny?)

❥ "you're sick? why didn't you tell me?"

❥ he's ushering you to your bed and tucking you in

❥ he sits on the floor, facing you as he slightly tilts his head to the side and places a hand to your cheek

❥ "does your head hurt?" a weak nod. "throat too?" another nod. "do you want me to make you some tea?" you nod again, "okay baby"

❥ he's walking out of your room to go brew some tea and eventually he comes back with a mug and places it on your nightstand, "it's still really hot so maybe give it a couple minutes"

❥ as he's walking out of your room he pauses, "hey, call me if you need anything okay? you should probably rest up for now, i won't bother you, but i'll just be in your living room" he tells you, pulling your blanket up a little higher

❥ "thank you junnie" you say, voice barely above a whisper

❥ "of course"

❥ a couple hours later, he practically tip toes into your room just to retrieve the empty cup of tea from your nightstand, careful not to wake you

❥ you were falling in and out of sleep anyways, so you woke up to see his figure so carefully lifting the mug

❥ when he catches you watching him he goes, "oh shit, did i make a noise or something?" and you're shaking your head

❥ "is it okay you're spending your day off like this?" you asked, feeling bad knowing that he didn't have a lot of free time

❥ "like what?"

❥ "you know, cooped up inside with someone who's been sleeping all day"

❥ he crouches down to run a hand through your hair. "baby it's not your fault you're sick, it's really okay. if anything, it's a rest day for me too and i get to catch up on some shows" he assures

hoshi:

❥ you know he's been busy creating choreography recently, so you haven't seen him in about two weeks

❥ (you also don't tell him because you know he'll try to kiss you without regards to himself getting sick)

❥ but when you say no to him coming over your entire plan of getting better by yourself goes out the window

❥ "baby! i'll come over after practice today, i think we'll wrap up early!" he says when he calls. this causes you to rack your brain for excuses for him not to

❥ "oh that's okay you don't have to, aren't you tired, baby?"

❥ "never too tired to come see my baby" he gushes and your heart aches because you can hear the smile in his voice

❥ "but don't you have to be up tomorrow too?" you try

❥ his voice turns a little less excited. "do you not want me to come over? what's wrong?"

❥ "no! no, it's not that, it's just i don't want you to be too tired" you're really fighting for your life here

❥ "i'm not too tired, i'll see you later today" he tells you, but you can't miss the change in his voice

❥ as he's driving over he's thinking over how you were speaking. why didn't you seem excited about him coming over? usually you were.. were you tired of him? was there someone else? he tried to fight his racing thoughts and the little hurt in his heart

❥ when you open your door he misses the mask that you were wearing, as he makes his way inside

❥ "where is he?" he asks and suddenly you can see the tears welling in his eyes

❥ "soonyoung, where's who?" you ask frantically

❥ "someone's here, aren't they? does he make you happier?" and there's a heartbreaking crack in his voice

❥ "what? no!" you grasp onto his arm, "what are you talking about?"

❥ "it's why you didn't want me to come over right?" he asks, eyes searching yours, when he finally sees the mask, "why are you wearing that at home?"

❥ "baby i'm sick, no one's here. there's no one else at all" you explain, closing your eyes for a moment because this is the most you've walked all day and your head is pounding

❥ he softens at the sight, "oh i'm so sorry" and he's immediately helping you walk to your couch, "i'm so stupid"

❥ "just didn't want to get you sick too" you explained, gently pushing away from his chest because he's pulling you into him, "probably shouldn't get too close to me"

❥ "i don't care" he dismisses, "let me hold you"

❥ you're too weak to escape his hugs on a regular day, much less now, so you give in

❥ you lightly smack his arm as your head is against his chest, "did you really think i was cheating"

❥ a gentle squeeze. "no, but the thought really scared me"

❥ "well, you shouldn't ever be scared of that. where else are you gonna find a horanghae supporter as loyal as me?"

❥ finally, the two of you are laughing

wonwoo:

❥ i don't think he'd be the type to get super upset at you not telling him sooner, but he does make every effort to make your life easier as soon as he knows

❥ why potentially argue with his love when they're already sick? he figures

❥ when he comes over to see you walking around with a blanket wrapped around you he already knows

❥ the two of you spend the day on the couch not doing much, he's just keeping you company, giving your leg some random rhythmic pats as you just lay there

❥ but as soon as you're starting to sit up, he's on alert

❥ "what is it? do you need something?"

❥ "just gonna get water" you reply, but he's getting up already, patting your leg again

❥ "i got it, just stay here"

❥ and it's a series of small things that day, water, tea, your medicine, he'll get all of it so you can rest and recover

❥ almost helps you get up to walk when you laugh and tell him you have enough energy to walk yourself to the bathroom

❥ though he doesn't scold you for not telling him sooner, he does remind you at some point, "i'm always here for you, for anything"

woozi:

❥ a tad bit whiny when he has to find out that you're sick through your story

❥ you get a text that says you know you're supposed to tell me these things y/n

❥ what things? you asked, brain working a little bit slower than usual as you were indeed feeling a little bit clouded

❥ that you're sick >:( and not being taken care of >:((

❥ i can handle it, it's okay

❥ then you receive a simple no, followed by a it's not okay

❥ will search up a good shake to make for sick people and drop it off at your house before he has to go back to the studio

❥ gives you a disappointed look for not telling him sooner but this facade breaks before he leaves you. he still asks, "but really, y/n, are you okay? because i can probably tell the company i have an emergency-"

❥ you wave off the offer, "jihoon, go make your music," you chuckled, "frankly i think the worst of it has passed, i'm okay, really"

❥ he nods, but still looks at you a little skeptically, "are you sure?"

❥ "yes, yes"

❥ "okay, so i'll head out for now, but i'll try to come by again when i'm done," he says, starting to walk down the hall towards the elevator, "i'll text you first and if you don't reply i'll assume you're sleeping and i'll just come back tomorrow, okay?"

❥ "okay, that works" you agree, chuckling as he keeps turning back as he walks away

❥ "you're still sure?"

❥ "i'm sure" you confirm

❥ "are you really? i can call right now" he says, keeping the elevator open for one last question

❥ "go to work, jihoon!" you say, both of you chuckling as you both wave goodbye

dokyeom:

❥ feels like the worst boyfriend ever to not have known, as if by dating a telepathic connection would automatically be formed between the two of you

❥ doesn't even complain about how you didn't tell him in the first place

❥ somehow he finds out through your best friend, who sent him a text asking if they could drop off your medicine at hybe since they were supposed to stop by your place but then couldn't

❥ (your friend knew you didn't want to worry him amidst his approaching comeback, but they had an emergency)

❥ when you open your door, you're very surprised to not only see your boyfriend, but to see your boyfriend on his knees, holding the bag of medicine

❥ "baby i'm so sorry" he looks so genuine in his apology too HELP

❥ "for what- wait, get up first" you stutter, helping him back to his feet

❥ "you're sick! i should've been taking care of you" he says with a pout, holding onto your forearms

❥ "but you have your comeback to worry about-" you try but he's already shaking his head, he checks your temperature by placing the back of his hand on your forehead before cupping your cheek

❥ "we're perfectly on schedule for that, i could've taken care of you regardless. c'mon baby, let me make it up to you" (when he literally has nothing to make up for)

❥ will baby you and there's no stopping it until you're fully back to regular health

❥ almost insists on feeding you, keeps track of when you should take your medicine, and also routinely checks if you're staying hydrated

❥ even when he has to leave your apartment (which you have to convince him that you can survive on your own) he checks up on you through texts

mingyu:

❥ appalled that you didn't tell him as soon as you were starting to feel under the weather

❥ he discovers that you're sick when he calls you and you try to answer, only to start coughing. the smile that he always has when he calls you is soon wiped away

❥ "you're not feeling good? since when, baby?"

❥ "uh, i don't know 'gyu, maybe monday?" it was thursday, so you've been feeling sick for a couple days now?? it's definitely news to him

❥ "i'm gonna make you something to feel better," he promises, telling you that he'll be over soon before you could protest

❥ when he arrives you see that he has a bag of groceries in one hand and he's automatically moving towards your kitchen

❥ "'gyu you really didn't have to," you say trailing behind him, "besides, what if you get sick? then you can't practice and perform..."

❥ "company? hybe, who?" he asks, and for a moment you almost believe the fake confused look he's giving you (they're really getting better with acting on that don't lie series)

❥ "i only have one job right now" he deadpans, "and it's to feed you well today"

❥ you sit in the kitchen as you watch him work, resting your head on your table because it feels too heavy to lift it

❥ mingyu occasionally glances towards you too, heart aching over your lack of usual energy

❥ when he finishes cooking, he scoops out your portion and lightly garnishes it before setting your bowl down in front of you (you managed to lift your head for this)

❥ frankly, the entire kitchen was starting to smell good, but the bowl being directly on front of you smelled even better

❥ "thank you for this, i love you, you know," you say before scooping some of the hot soup and blowing on your spoon to cool it

❥ he doesn't even serve himself yet, he just watches you as you take your first bite, smiling when you excitedly prepare your second, then your third

❥ "this is really good 'gyu"

❥ he smiles even wider, "yeah?"

❥ "i love it, and you" you repeat

❥ "i love you too," he says, "and i'll always make you something so you can feel better"

minghao:

❥ i think by the time he finds out he's giving you a scolding while simultaneously walking around your house and adjusting things better for you

❥ he makes you sit down and rest your head back as he puts a wet cloth on your forehead

❥ "you, sit. the sick person shouldn't argue" he tells you, but not without running a hand down the side of your head

❥ you close your eyes for a moment, hearing minghao things shuffle around. you wonder what he's up to but you actually end up falling asleep

❥ when you wake up, the wet cloth is gone from your forehead and the living room seems a little neater. then when you walk around, you see that he's already gone out and bought some medicine and organized them on your table

❥ on your fridge there's a note that says what medicine you should take when, a reminder to drink water, and a reminder to call him if you need anything

❥ he's coming out of your room when you see him, "oh you're up? i just made your bed" (in fact, he tidied your entire room)

❥ "do you want to have a bath?" he asks, and if you do, he WILL wash your hair for you and give you one of the most soothing massages. you can literally just sit in the tub and not have to lift a finger

❥ will pat you down with your towel and get you into new pajamas (that he threw into the drier right before so they're extra toasty)

❥ detangles and blow dries your hair after, and this whole pampering session does somewhat lift how you feel

❥ makes you eat some dinner, but not too much so your stomach can handle it

❥ "thank you for all of this, hao" you tell him as you sip your soup

❥ "you don't have to thank me, it's my job to make you feel better" he tells you, "you don't ever have to hide not feeling well from me, okay?"

❥ will indeed tuck you into bed that day before he leaves too

seungkwan:

❥ unfortunately he's on tour when you get sick, so you really don't want to add to his stress

❥ but your boo is the kind that gets fussy even when you get a papercut

❥ he's the kind to insist on being the person to wrap your finger up with a bandaid

❥ so when he hears your groggy voice on your daily phone call it immediately catches his attention

❥ "somethings up" he concurs

❥ "what's up?" you ask

❥ "you're voice" he notes, "it's different than usual"

❥ "no it's not" you say, attempting to sound as normal as possible with your throat so scratchy

❥ "y/n, are you sick?"

❥ "no this is just my voice"

❥ a deep sigh. "you should really tell me when you're not feeling well..." and the lecture on why you need to keep yourself healthy ensues

❥ really, within this lecture you can tell he isn't mad, as his voice is really laced with concern and you have to tell him multiple times that it's just a cold and no he should not abandon the rest of his tour

❥ on top of the lecture, he asks you about your symptoms like he's a doctor while also making you promise to go see a doctor the next day (with a virtual pinky promise)

❥ he's still a bit pouty as you end your call but of course he still tells you, "you know i'm not actually mad and that i love you but i will be if you get sick again and don't tell me when i'm actually around" >:(

vernon:

❥ i feel like i write vernon as a confused person a lot but here it is again, he's confused

❥ why would you not tell him?

❥ obviously, he's also concerned when he comes over and you're coughing like crazy

❥ he's rubbing up and down your back as he asks, "why wouldn't you tell me about this?"

❥ "didn't want you to worry about something small"

❥ "well clearly, this is not something small" he says somewhat matter-of-factly, and after a moment he asks "are we not dating?"

❥ he's speaking so casually and without a single trace of annoyance

❥ "of course we're dating"

❥ "then you tell me," he says softly, "it's part of my boyfriend duties. it's like one of the immediate ones"

❥ this made you giggle, "you're disappointed you couldn't fulfill your boyfriend duties?"

❥ he scoffs but softens when you cough again, "well, yeah"

dino:

❥ "how could you not tell me! y/n" he exclaims when he comes over and sees your coffee table scattered with tissues and with you wrapped up in your duvet like a cocoon

❥ "didn't want to worry you, you have that comeback soon, right?"

❥ "that doesn't matter!" he partially whines, "not when you're home like this!"

❥ "i can't dance when i know my baby is sick!" he continues, dropping his body weight on the couch next to you

❥ "i'm fine i can handle myself-" you try with a voice already muffled by your runny nose, only to be interrupted by your own body needing to sneeze

❥ "but you're not fine! that sneeze made your whole house shake!"

❥ "chan you're making my head hurt more with your dramatic ass!" you whined, wincing at the volume of your own voice too

❥ this makes him calm down lmao, reaching over to you wrapped like a burrito to pull you close, "okay okay, i'll stop yelling, i'm sorry" he chuckles, "but can you promise to let me know next time so i can take care of you? please?"

❥ you rolled your eyes jokingly, but agreed

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forever-rogue · 10 months

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ou i have an idea for javi x dulzura! 5 kids is definitely a recipe for disaster and what if they're trying to get in some action and spicy time but every time the kids just c0**bl0** them every time they try and it's just super chaotic and sprinkled throughout the day 👀 bonus if they manage to do something to get away with it the whole weekend;)

AN | Say no more! This is basically smut with our faves and minimal plot but some humor! 18+ only! Can be read as a stand alone or part of the ‘verse! ❤️

Pairing | Javier x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language, Smut [oral - m/f receiving, unprotected piv],

Word Count | 3.8k

Masterlist | Main, Javier, A Good Man ‘Verse

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“Javi,” you whispered his name softly as you snuggled up to him, gently brushing your knuckles across his cheek. His grip around you tightened as he made a small sound, “baby. I know you’re awake.”

“Five more minutes,” he huffed softly, causing you to giggle at him, “I’m an old man, I need my sleep.”

“Javier,” that caught his attention and made him peek an eye open at you, “we have five children, that I love very much, but still. They are all asleep and it is the weekend so we don’t have to get up. It has been almost two weeks since we’ve had sex. Do the math.”

“Oh,” that captured his attention and caused him to fully wake up, “oh.”

“I’m not pressuring you into anything, obviously, if you don’t want to just say so-”

“Not a chance,” he was already sitting up and pulled you into his lap. The sudden shift caused you to beam at him as his large hands settled on your waist, “would never pass up an opportunity with you, Dulzura.”

“Me neither,” you leaned in and kissed him, morning breath be damned, “‘ve missed you, amor.”

“Me too,” he agreed, biting down a moan as you rocked yourself along his hardness, “you’re so good to me.”

“Mhmm,” a small gasp of surprise escaped your lips as he kissed along the column of your throat and collarbones, “Javier, please.”

You felt like you were about to explode as you searched for any sort of friction or release that you could get from grinding on his lips. He started reaching for the waistband of your sleep shorts, “need to be inside you.”

But before you could go any further, you heard the knob of the door twist. The two of you looked at each other in surprise and annoyance as you slid off Javi and laid down next to him, trying to act as natural as possible. You should have locked the door.

The door creak opened in and walked a very sleepy looking Diego, wiping at his eyes and holding onto his stuffed puppy.

"I had a nightmare," he sounded so upset that it was impossible to be mad at him, "can I stay with you?"

Javi looked at you as you nodded softly. He held out his arms and motioned for him to come closer, "come on, mijo."

He scrambled over to Javi, who easily picked him and settled him in between the two of you. He offered you a sheepish look, clearly worried about having disturbed you. You kissed his forehead before snuggling with him, "its okay, my love. We've got you."

It wasn't long before he was out again, leaving you and Javi lying awake and very frustrated.

"We should have locked the door."

"We should have started sooner."

"Soon," you told him, and nodded through a grimace. You could still feel the desire in your bones, "very soon."

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"Dulzura," Javi practically sprang through the door as he sang your name. You were just coming out of the bathroom and looked at your watch in surprise. He was so supposed to be for another hour and a half.

"Javi?" You raised an eyebrow, "why are you home?"

"I canceled my last class," he admitted sheepishly, "figured I could use the break as well as the students."

"Oh?" You couldn't deny the fact that you were happy to have him home, "and the kids?"

"With Pops for another two hours," he grinned, "I didn't tell him I left early so I'll swing by later to get them."

"Javier Peña," you sighed contentedly as he pulled in for a hug before kissing you softly, "you are an evil genius."

"Want me to go?" He teased as you shook your head fervently, "I can go until the time I normally come back-"

"Don't you dare!" You almost jumped into his arms as he kissed you fiercely. The desire was obvious for both of you; one of the many things you loved about Javier was that the two of you never lost that spark.

"God, I've missed this," you laughed as he picked you up and carried you to the kitchen. You were wrapped around him like a koala, peppering every bit of him in kisses. He set you down on the counter, and stepped between your legs, "I've missed you."

"I missed you too," you reached for his tie and pulled him back to your lips. You could feel him smiling against your lips as you worked on loosening his tie and undoing the top buttons of his shirt, "amor."

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" His hands worked their way under your shirt, tracing over your soft skin.

"I think in the eleven years we've been together you might have mentioned it once or twice," you teased. Javier pretty much mentioned it once a day, even when you insisted it wasn't true, "but hearing it from you is just as special every time."

"Well it's true," he kissed along your jaw as you practically melted into him, "the most beautiful girl, the most wonderful mother, and the best friend."

"You just had to go and make this romantic," you blinked back the tears that had welled up, "this was supposed to be an illicit affair."

"Is that what you want?" He laughed softly, brushing your hair out of your face.

"No," you took his face in your hands and studied him gently, "I love the romance. I love you being all soft. You're my best friend too, Javier. You're my everything."

"Baby, I-"

A sharp knock came at the door, causing you to pull apart. With a groan you slid off the counter and walked to the door, ready to tell off whoever it was.

"How can I-"

"Mama!" Thea immediately bounced up the step and hugged onto your leg.

"Hi baby," you smiled at her before looking up and finding Chucho standing there, flocked by the rest of the kids, "Pop? What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, mija," to he fair he did have an apologetic expression on his face. The kids started running inside, with the exception of Bella who was in his arms, "they really wanted you. Especially the baby."

"Oh," you tried to contain your heavy sigh as you took Bella into your arms, "its alright. They tend to get there way sometimes, don't they? But that's okay, huh Bella?"

"Is Javier home?" He looked at his son's car in the driveway as you grimaced, "I thought he had a late class today?"

"Class was canceled," you confessed as your face flushed with warmth, "he came home early. He was going to get the kids soon, but was just…taking a break."

He raised his eyebrows before humming in understanding as he gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze. You turned to walk back inside, motioning for him to follow, “are you sure?”

“Of course,” you promised, “come on, stay for dinner.”

When you made it back inside you found a very surprised Javi surrounded by his children. You caught his eye and shrugged lightly. He repeated the gesture before mouthing at you, soon.

“Soon,” you whispered in response, “hey kiddos, who wants to help with dinner?”

The small brood cheered in response - they loved getting to help whenever they could. You were pretty sure that they loved getting bits of food as it was all being put together…but they also just loved hanging around with the two of you.

You walked back over to Javi and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “I love you, Javi.”

“I love you too, Dulzura.”

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“Javier?” you poked your head out of the bathroom and looked towards his office, “can you come and help me with something?”

It was only a few minutes before you heard his footsteps coming down the hall. There was a look of concern on his face but you simply grabbed his hand and pulled himself in, closing and locking the door behind you.

“What’s wrong - oh,” he got the idea immediately as you leaned up and kissed him, snaking your arms around his waist as you pulled him close.

“I think we’ve got about ten, fifteen if we’re lucky, minutes before one of the kids needs us,” you reached for the waistband of his jeans, quickly undoing the button and pulling down the zipper, “whaddaya say?”

“Turn around, “ he effortlessly flipped you around so you had to brace yourself on the counter. You looked in the mirror and caught his eye; both of you looked frantic and wild that it was almost laughable. You exchanged a sweet smile before he rucked up your dress around your waist. There was definitely a reason you wore that particular dress today, “you had this planned, didn’t you? Little minx.”

“Maybe,” you sang innocently as he pulled down your underwear before pulling down his jeans and boxers, “it’s been too long, Javi.”

“Trust me, I know,” one of his hands settled on your waist as he finally touched you with the other, dragging a finger through your wetness. You could barely contain your moan as the feeling, so desperate and needy for him, “so wet already. All for me?”

“Always,” you promised, backing into him so he’d get the idea and hurry up. You weren’t going to be interrupted for a third time in one week, “please, need you.”

“I’ve got you,” he kissed your bare shoulder before taking himself in his hand and stroking himself a few times. He lined himself up at your entrance before slowly pushing in, not stopping until he bottomed out. You both made small sounds somewhere between relief and ecstasy as you took a moment to adjust to his size, “you feel so good, so perfect.”

“I’m aware,” you couldn’t help but tease him, “that’s how we got five kids. You fill me so well, Javi. Feel so good.”

“Baby,” he groaned softly, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from completely losing it. It had been two-weeks too long since he'd been buried in you. He loved taking the time to be patient and gentle with you, and would spend hours making you come apart, but he knew that today was not the day. He pulled out before quickly thrusting back in, setting a hard and brutal pace, "baby, baby, baby."

You held onto the counter in order to keep yourself steady, doing everything in your power to keep from being too loud. You were pretty sure that you might die if you were interrupted once again.

"Fuck," you looked up and studied the blissed out look on your face combined with the concentrated and enamored expression on his face. You leaned into him and reached behind you, touching his face gently, “more please.”

“So polite,” you could hear the amusement in his face as he gripped your hips tighter. You just knew that you would be sporting bruises in the shape of his fingerprints tomorrow, but you had no problem with that at all, “good girl.”

Now that caused you to practically melt; you were definitely a sucker for his praise. You felt his hand going around to your front as he touched your clit, rubbing it gently as your legs started to shake. You were already coming apart, but you could tell Javier was right behind you; it had been too long for the both of you.

“I’m close,” you managed to get out in between breaths, “Javi.”

“Me too, baby,” he grunted, slamming into you a few more times, and mesmerized by the way your ass jiggled so perfectly as he fucked you, “where do you want it?”

“You know where,” you managed to laugh softly, “inside.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” was all that reached your ears as he thrust into you a few more times before reaching his peak and filling you up. It didn’t take long for you to catch up and you made the sweetest sounds for him. Your legs were shaky and if he hadn’t been holding you up, you would have fallen to the floor, “I’ve got you, baby.”

“I know,” you grinned at him, eyes lusty and hazy as you looked back at him, “that was good.”

“Very good,” he agreed, slowly pulling out of you, to which you made a small sound of protest. He pulled your panties back up and fixed your dress before turning around kissing you, “let’s never wait that long again.”

“Agreed,” you put your hands on his shoulders and gently kissed him. Leaning in, you whispered in his ear, “and I like knowing you’re inside of me.”

“You’re killing me,” he growled lightly before pulling his pants back on, “this was a good idea.”

“I had to figure out some way for us to get alone time,” you admitted sheepishly, “it can be our little secret.”

“I think-”

Before either of you could say or do anything else, you heard a few soft cries coming from down the hall. You inhaled deeply and slowly let it out, “I guess that’s our cue that adult alone time is over.”

“I’ll go and get Bella,” he insisted, “you take a few moments for yourself, Mama. I love you, Dulzura.”

“I love you, Javier.”

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"Get in the bed," Javier darted into the bedroom and closed the door behind him, catching you completely off guard. You looked up from where you were sitting at your vanity and raised an eyebrow, "kids are asleep and I think we've got half an hour to an hour before the baby wakes up."

"I like where this is going, Professor," you put on the last of your nightly skin care in a hurry before moving over to the bed, "did you lock the door?"

"One step ahead of you," he came over as you sat against the headboard and waited for his next move, "spread your legs."

"Pardon?" The demand caught you so off guard, "Javi?"

"You heard me," he grabbed your ankles and slowly spread them apart, "want to taste you. It's been too long since I've gotten to eat that sweet pussy."

"Oh, you don't-"

"Dulzura, you should be well aware by now that it's never a chore," he trailed his fingers softly along your calf, "I want to do this."

"Okay," your eyes widened in pleasant surprise as you nodded happily, "please."

His hips turned up into a sinfully wicked smile as he took a moment to kiss you. Before you could say anything else, he trailed his lips down your body, settling himself between your legs. A pleasant shiver of anticipation ran up your spine at the sensation.

His large hands gripped your thighs as he pressed gentle kisses to the soft skin, slowly working his way to your heat. He tutted before quickly looping his fingers through the waistband of your panties and tugged them off and tossing them to the side.

"There we go," he hummed, quickly diving in and licking a stripe through your wet folds. Your back arched at the feeling; you could feel him smirking against you as he worked your sensitive clit, "good girl."

“Y-y-you’re not playing fair,” you barely managed to get the words out as the pleasure started to course through your veins. Javier always ate you out like a man starving, like you were the only meal he ever needed, “o-oh - right there.”

“It’s not about playing fair,” he paused for a moment as you reached down and pressed him to your core, running your fingers through his hair, “it’s about making you cum all over my face.”

“Fuck,” you closed your eyes for a moment as the blissful haze started taking over you, “so good.”

He hemmed against you as he pushed two of his thick fingers into you, crooking them just right and hit that spot that made you see stars. Between him sucking on your clit and using his fingers, you were close to the edge almost immediately. It probably didn’t help that you’d been aching for his touch for some time now.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” there was a teasing lilt to his voice as you whimpered at him, “that’s right, good girl. Cum for me.”

“Javi,” that delicious warmth bloomed and blossomed through your entire body as you arched into his touch and and your toes curled. Your sweet sounds were like music to his ears and he worked you through the entire thing, only stopping when you were overstimulated and trying to push him away, “you’re amazing.”

“I’ve heard that a time or two,” he smirked as you laughed at him. He kissed up your body before leaning down to kiss as you tried to catch your breath and come down from the blissful orgasm he'd just given you. You looped your arms around his neck and gently rolled him over so you were straddling him.

"My turn," you rolled your hips against his painfully hard erection, causing him to hiss, "hmm, amor?"

"You're killing-"

"Mama!" You heard some screeches from outside the door, followed by fervent knocking, "papa! Santi's being mean!"

"Your kids," you groaned, pressing your forehead against his. His expression was nothing short of pained, "I'll get them. You, umm…yeah."

"I'll be in the shower," he sighed softly. You opened your mouth to protest but he shook his head gently, "its okay, Dulzura. I mean it."

"I'll get you back soon," you promised. You dropped your voice and leaned in to whisper in his ear, "I'll let you do whatever you want, Javier."

"Baby-"

"Mama!"

"Soon, amor. Promise."

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You kept looking at your watch as you waited for Javier to walk into the garage. Almost like clockwork he arrived home from Chucho's, where he'd been helping on the ranch.

You dropped the laundry back into the dryer and bounced over to him. Not even a moment was wasted as you threw your arms around him and kissed him sweetly.

"What are you up to?" He knew you way too well, "not that I don't love this welcome."

"The kids are playing over at the neighbors and the baby is down for a nap," you were breathless with excitement. You reached for his belt and tugged him a little closer, "that means it's my turn to get you back."

"You don't have to-"

"I want to," you insisted, "please let me take care of you."

"I don't know how I could-" he cut himself off with a low groan as you popped the button on his jeans and hastily pulled the zippers, "say no to that."

"You don't," your smile was the picture of innocence as you sank down to your knees. But before you did, Javier took a moment to grab a few towels out of the laundry basket and put them under you so you wouldn't be too uncomfortable, "my clean towels?"

"Rather than your poor knees," he watched with eager eyes as you pulled his jeans down and boxers down, "I'll do the laundry later and get you all the new towels you could want."

"You make domestic things so sexy," you winked at your husband before spitting on your palm and taking him in your hand. His pretty brown eyes closed as you slowly stroked him, "don't be shy, Javi. Let it out."

"Fuck me," he sighed through gritted teeth as you slowly licked up his shaft. You stopped at the head of his cock, swiping up the beads of precum and licking them off your finger, "baby, you're killing me here."

"I don't want that," you leaned in and pressed kisses to his hips, stopping just shy of where he was aching with need, "I want to make you feel good."

You quickly took him in your mouth, using one hand to stroke what couldn't fit in your mouth. Javier gripped onto the edge of the washer as he cursed quietly under his breath. His other hand was in your hair and you could tell that he was trying to control himself.

You pulled off him for a moment, a string of spit connecting you to his cock. The way you looked up at him was enough to make his mind reel; flushed face, swollen lips, and bedroom eyes.

"Don't hold back, amor," you whispered, "fuck my mouth."

"I don't want to hurt you," he gently stroked your cheek as you shook your head.

"You won't," you insisted, "please?"

He searched your eyes for a moment to make sure you were positive. You opened your mouth and he took the hint, guiding his thick cock into your mouth. A loud, unabashed moan escaped him as he pushed in until you had him entirely in your mouth.

You hummed around him as he gathered your hair in his fist. He thrust in slowly at first, but soon lost the last bits of restraint. He fucked into your mouth, a slew of curses left him as you put a hand on his hip to keep your balance.

"Always take me so well," his praise might have been one of your favorite things in the world, "so good to me."

It didn't take long for him to get close to cumming. It had been a while since you'd had the chance to blow him, and he'd forgotten how much he missed this.

His thrusts soon grew messy as you felt him start to twitch in your mouth. His head lulled back as he moaned loudly, "gonna cum and you're gonna swallow, yeah?"

You did your best to nod as you caught his eye. He thrust a few more times before you felt him spill in your mouth and down your throat.

You swallowed it all before showing him your empty mouth and licked him clean.

"Dulzura, fuck," he took your hands in his and gently helped you to your feet. He grabbed a clean washcloth and wiped the tears that had run down your cheeks and your mouth, "almost gave me a heart attack."

"Good," you quickly kissed him, sighing softly as he ran a hand through your hair and lightly scratched at your scalp, "love you, Javi."

"Yeah, I can see that," he kissed your forehead, "I love you, Dulzura."

And then - you heard the soft cries through the baby monitor. The two of you exchanged a look before laughing.

"I'll go and get her," he pulled up his boxers and pants, "and I'll be back for you."

"Promise?"

"Always," he confirmed as you beamed at him, "always Dulzura."

#javier peña #javier peña x reader #javier pena x you #javier pena x fem!reader #pedro pascal #javier pena imagine #agm #happy fathers day to javi 🥰

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atwas-meme-ing · 7 months

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HEY ALL!!! If you haven't heard, Unity is gonna start charging devs 20 cents per download. Not per sale, but PER DOWNLOAD. This applies to not only big-name games like Hollow Knight and Ori, but also smaller projects that might be free. This includes mobile games made with Unity, Undertale fan games like Undertale Yellow and Deltatraveler, and also, get this: Murder of Sonic! It was made in Unity, and so far, it's still free, but Sega's gonna hafta start charging for it sooner or later- IF they don't decide to take it down completely.

So, on this note, I have 2 things to say:

Get your favorite games NOW. Some devs, like Team Cherry, are talking about "taking their games down" (so much for Silksong- thanks A LOT, Unity!!!). I don't know if that means you'll still be able to play these games- like on Steam, for instance- if you already have them downloaded.

Please, please, PLEASE, support those games that are made with Unity. 20 cents adds up when there's a million downloads, and if it's like a mobile game, where people don't necessarily have to pay for it, that's going to COST the devs money- a LOT of money. I know we all hate the paywalls and "pay-to-win" schemes in mobile games, but let's be real- crap like this Unity thing are the whole reason those paywalls exist! These devs aren't doing this for free, they're trying to make a living! Even if you only spend $1, only 1 time, that is STILL going to be an 80 cent profit over the new Unity costs, and maybe, just maybe, give some game devs enough incentive to keep the game around.

I know Unity has a bad rep because it's easy to use and allows devs to release games that control poorly because you don't have to be good at coding to do it (*cough* Guardian of Lore *cough*). That's why I haven't used Unity, despite having several game ideas in my head, because I don't know how to code (yet), and I didn't want to release a game like that- and now I never will use Unity. But games like all the ones I've mentioned are proof that Unity CAN be used for good games, in the right hands. So please, if you love a game made with Unity, please support it, so the game doesn't go away. Don't send the devs into bankruptcy just because Unity is a money-grubbing so-and-so.

(Oh, I should also mention, for browser-based games, apparently this "per download" thing also includes "per BROWSER REFRESH". So, yeah, please don't blame the devs, support the devs and blame Unity.)

EDIT: It's not quite as bad as I'd thought. I knew Unity had a threshold, but I thought it was an either/or thing- either a certain number of downloads, or a certain amount of money made from a game. And, it's not, it's both.

So free games (like Murder of Sonic) apparently won't be affected.

Here's their pricing schedule once the threshold is met:

It still adds up for the smaller projects, with Unity taking all or most of the revenue from smaller games.

And one thing that's still bothering me: the install threshold is "life to date" and Unity is charging per install over the threshold. So, if a game's been around for years and had a million downloads and has made 200,000 dollars in the last year, they're gonna end up paying that 200,000 all at once.

At least, that's what I'm reading.

So, ok, I was wrong. Free projects won't be affected. But this is still awful, especially when it's first starting out.

EDIT 2 (2023-09-23): They've lessened the fees:

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I'm still not using them. They never had a good reputation- I mean, there's good Unity games, but there's also a lot of bad ones because people can just release games with Unity with no coding experience. I want to make games someday, but I want them to be a good quality, so I'm waiting until I can actually figure out C++ (heck, I'm still wading through HTML, I'm nowhere near real programming languages). As long as I have to learn coding to make something good, I might as well find an engine that I can trust. I hear a lot about Godot. I also think I'll want to look at Monogame, because Monogame was used to make Axiom Verge and Celeste, and it's apparently based on the defunct XNA that was used to make Stardew Valley. Or I'll find something else. But not Unity. I just don't trust them.

#unity #unity engine #unity3d #game design #game development #indie game development #murder of sonic the hedgehog #hollow knight #ori #undertale fan games #deltatraveler #undertale yellow #Youtube

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imtrashraccoon · 3 months

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Whew! It's over...don't mind me but I'll probably be taking a few days off writing again. Thank you so much for coming along on this journey with me! I learned so much and had so much fun! It's definitely given me so many ideas for future projects...

There will probably be an announcement post coming soon... (ﾟ⁠οﾟ⁠人⁠)⁠)

@owl-bones

First Day & Previous Day.

Bad Sansuary: Free Space - Snuggle

Word Count: 3,301

Feat. Everyone!

You were relaxing in your room with a book you'd borrowed from the library after dinner. This high fantasy series Nightmare recommended was seriously good and once you'd started, it was incredibly hard to put down. Well, unless someone interrupted you that is...

There was a playful knock at your door, pulling you out of the story and back to reality. You knew exactly who had chosen to bother you and a part of you wanted to just pretend you had gone to bed early so he'd leave you alone. But...that wouldn't be very nice and you could always read later on before you did actually go to sleep.

With a sigh, you slipped a book mark made from laminating the pressed flowers Axe had given you between the pages and hauled yourself off the comfortable couch to go answer the door. The knocking grew more insistent until you finally threw it open and fixed Killer with your most exaggerated grumpy face.

"What's so important that you would drag me from the realm of Middle Earth just to see you?" you grumbled.

Killer shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and smirked. "hm? oh i was just bored out of my mind, angel face~"

You sighed and ran your hand down your face. "So, you want me to help you?"

"nope."

"What? Then...why did you come see me?" Now you were really confused and you stared at him for a few seconds, waiting for him to break and claim he was just messing with you.

"i wanna have a movie night and almost everyone else has already agreed. so...?" He wiggled his bonebrows in a playful way until you finally relented.

"Alright, I guess that sounds like it could be fun."

No sooner had you agreed did Killer take your hand and nearly drag you into the common area. You protested from the suddenness, but he only laughed and barely slowed down at all. It seemed you'd have to revisit Middle Earth another time.

"she said yes!" he announced to the other three skeletons.

Axe and Dust seemed to have been trying to figure out which movie to watch, but by the looks of things, they hadn't been able to come to a decision. Nightmare was casually lounging on one of the couches watching the two of them. All three looked up at the news and Axe smiled at you.

"guess i could whip up some snacks. do ya wanna help, lil' chip?" he asked.

You shrugged and glanced over at the tv to see what they had narrowed the choices down to. "Sure, but what movie were we going to watch anyways?"

Dust, Axe, and Killer glanced at each other before saying different titles at the same time, none of which you'd ever heard of before. They then proceeded to start arguing over which was the better movie.

Nightmare sighed and shot you a look that seemed to say "See what I deal with?" You gave him a sympathetic smile before clapping your hands to get the other's attention.

"Why don't we watch all of them and just turn this into a movie marathon night?" you suggested.

Thankfully, your idea seemed acceptable and they nodded in agreement. Even Nightmare seemed suitably impressed which made you quite happy to have solved the argument.

"guess we should start on those snacks then," Axe hummed and started for the kitchen.

"dusty and i could go pick up some pizzas and pop if you're fine with that?" Killer suggested and glanced at the aforementioned individual, who merely shrugged.

"sure, do what ya want," Axe rumbled, not even bothering to stop and look at them.

The two disappeared to presumably go get the food and you went to follow Axe into the kitchen, although not before glancing back at Nightmare. He gave you a bit of a disinterested look before getting up and leaving the common area.

You frowned and started to go after him to figure out if something was wrong, when Axe called out for you.

"ya comin' lil' chip?"

"Yeah, I'll be right there." You hesitated for a moment before hurrying to the kitchen. It seemed you'd have to check in on him later.

You helped make some buttered popcorn, cut up some fresh fruit, and arrange some cookies that Axe had made earlier on a plate. By the time you were done, the other two skeletons had returned with a couple of still hot pizzas and two bottles of pop. You didn't question where they'd likely pilfered them from and neither did Axe, as the answer would likely be either unpleasant or exactly what you suspected they'd done instead of paying like proper monsters.

Just as you were helping to arrange the food where it would be easily accessible, Nightmare reappeared with his arms and tentacles full of various cushions and blankets. While you were a little surprised, you were also glad to see that he was interested in participating in the fun afterall.

It didn't take long to make the floor by the tv extra comfy and get situated. Axe was content to lean against the couch where his large frame wouldn't be blocking anyone. Dust claimed a beanbag chair, which practically swallowed him up, and you were pretty sure he wasn't planning on moving anytime soon. Killer, being the absolute gremlin that he was, went about stealing as many pillows as he could to make a makeshift pillow nest for himself. At first, Nightmare chose the couch, but when you all but insisted that he should join everyone else, he relented and eventually chose to copy Axe, leaning against the couch instead.

Two problems quickly became apparent though. Problem one was that no one could agree on whose movie choice to watch first. Problem two was that you could tell each of the boys wanted you to sit with them.

You really didn't want what was supposed to be a fun evening devolving into a jealous fight. So before anyone could actually get upset, you decided to try and take charge.

"How about this... To keep things fair, I'll just swap places for each movie so that I can sit with all of you in turn," you suggested. Unfortunately, your attempt at a solution wasn't nearly as effective as you'd hoped.

"sooo...who gets to have the cutie to themselves first?" Killer asked. He had a dangerous look on his skull as he spoke and while his tone sounded light, even like he was almost teasing, you knew him well enough by now to know that he wasn't playing around.

"definitely not you," Dust growled and sat up a bit, his gloved hands digging into the bean bag.

Even Axe seemed to stiffen up and his good eye socket narrowed into a harsh glare at his loud-mouthed colleague. His clawed phalanges twitched slightly, as if aching to wringe a certain someone's neck or curl around the handle of the weapon of his namesake.

While Nightmare remained silent, you could tell by the way his tentacles were twitching restlessly, that he was at the very least mildly annoyed by this situation. His cyan eyelight flicked to you and the intensity of his gaze was almost enough to make you want to shrink into yourself. His expression held something else though; a look that you couldn't quite place but one that seemed to suggest he was scheming about something.

You swallowed and managed to tear your eyes away from his piercing gaze. Raising your voice again, you cried out, "No fighting! I have another idea...you should all play rock, paper, scissors to determine the order."

They glanced at each other but no one protested. After playing a few rounds, an order was established, minus Nightmare, who claimed he didn't care when his turn was. Killer won each time making him first, Axe was second, and Dust was third, much to his frustration. Nightmare was content to go last, which of course nobody protested over.

Killer was all too happy to welcome you into his nest. His arms fit snugly around your waist, teasingly close to your pelvis, although he otherwise kept his hands to himself and just continued spooning you during the first movie.

Speaking of, the movie was one of those corny horror movies. It was full of gratuitous violence with plenty of obviously fake gore. Still, you couldn't help but cringe whenever the monster attacked the very doomed side characters. Killer was quick to soothe your nerves with soft whispers of encouragement and occasionally making fun of the many cliches present in the film. Overall, the experience left a sort of thrill coursing through your veins and you were admittedly a little disappointed when the movie was over, a sentiment Killer seemed to mirror, although he attempted to hide it.

Axe had picked a tamer movie, although that wasn't saying much as there were more jump scares than the previous one that never failed to startle you. Still, Axe was also very good at comforting you and multiple times throughout the movie, you felt his eyelight watching your reactions just to make sure you were okay.

You ended up snuggled up against his left side with his hand around your back and resting on your left hand which was on your thigh. You wrapped your right arm around his broad back and laid your head against his ribcage, which inadvertently meant you could listen to the soothing hum of his magic that emanated from his soul.

At some point during the second movie, you glanced over at Nightmare and were a little surprised to find that he seemed a bit bored. It was odd because you had assumed he'd actually get some sort of satisfaction from witnessing how terrified the protagonists of the film were.

He sensed your gaze and glanced over, tilting his skull in a silent question.

"Are you okay?" you mouthed.

His eyelight flicked back to the screen and he shrugged. "It's manufactured fear... I can't gain any benefits from attempting to absorb it," he murmured. When he glanced back at you though, a subtle smirk formed across his skull and he went to say something but stopped himself when Axe took notice of the conversation.

You were momentarily fascinated that there was that much of a difference. Would it be any different if it was a live broadcast and the actors didn't know what was going to happen? You'd have to ask him about it sometime.

You glanced at Nightmare a few more times throughout the movie and occasionally caught him looking a little amused. The boys weren't easily spooked but the rare times one of them was seemed to coincide with those little moments. You figured he was the one who hadn't exactly wanted to have a movie night, however he'd seemingly decided to go along with it anyways. Probably under the guise of this being a group bonding activity like any good boss would host. The thought was actually kind of funny to you now that you knew them all a lot better.

Dust's movie of choice was definitely a thriller, and while you didn't mind the change, it made you feel really anxious, which you hated. It was about an old cop trying to solve a series of murders apparently perpetrated by the one criminal he had failed to bring to justice years prior. The plot was certainly intriguing at points and you could see why he had picked it.

You'd been right on the money earlier when you'd assumed he wasn't planning on budging from the comfortable beanbag for a long while. That was fine of course since he didn't really need to move in order to actually cuddle with you. His idea was for you to sit in his lap so you'd be as close as possible, which you'd expanded on and chosen to sit side saddle. It meant you could both hold each other and he'd get to watch your face, so he didn't protest at all. You wrapped one of your arms around his shoulders and he sort of mimicked the gesture, except he supported your back, leaving your other hand free to hold his other one.

By the time of the fourth movie, which was a classic monster movie about a mad scientist and his creation, you noticed something strange. Save for yourself and Nightmare, everyone else seemed to doze off, almost at the same time too.

Turning to the only possible perpetrator, you narrowed your eyes suspiciously. "Did you...put them to sleep?" you hissed under your breath.

His grin seemed only to grow more smug and even without him saying anything, you knew your suspicions were correct.

"Indeed~" he purred. "It is said that good things come to those who wait. They had their fun, so now I get to have mine..."

Your heart skipped a beat at the deliciously dark tone of voice he'd used. It was at that moment that a flock of butterflies decided to assault your insides with their delicate wings. You'd managed to control yourself with the others but now that you were technically alone with him...well, you weren't sure if that was possible anymore.

He pressed his skull against your hair and growled low in his throat. "I had to watch them hold you so close all this time... Have some empathy, dear..."

A chill went down your spine from the possessive tone of his voice and your tongue felt heavy like it was made of lead. Even if you could complain, he probably wouldn't even listen to you.

Nightmare pulled you into his lap yet again, which seemed to be his preferred method of holding you for whatever reason. Maybe it was because he could cage you in with his arms and tentacles so you couldn't escape. Or maybe he just liked the feeling of having you so intimately close to him. You tried not to dwell on it, partially because you liked it too.

Neither of you said much of anything for a little while, being content to enjoy the closeness and intimacy of this rare moment in time.

He was the one to break the silence first. He seemed to grow restless the longer you went without saying anything and his tentacles twitched with pent up energy, leaving you wondering what was really on his mind today. Then his clawed phalanges hooked under your chin, gently turning it so he could make eye contact and ensure he had your full attention before he even attempted to say anything.

"My dear, I cannot see into what the future holds, but I believe with all my soul that you'll fit in here. You've won over each of my boys in your own way and they've come to care a great deal for you in return."

He paused to take a breath before continuing. "I'm not normally a very...romantic person... But, even I can admit that I care a lot for you. No matter what you think, you matter to us and you've made a difference in our lives...for the better. I hesitate to use the word 'love' as I don't, and maybe can't, exactly feel that...but you will always be safe under my care."

He drew closer to you, his touch growing more tender now, and his tendrils slowly undulating against your clothing. "I promise, dear..." he murmured, almost against your lips, before closing that final distance.

For a moment, you were frozen in place as your brain tried to process what all he'd said. You caught on quickly though and wrapped your arms around his cerebral vertebrae so he wouldn't pull away too soon. You felt him stiffen ever so slightly but he soon relaxed into your embrace and actually deepened the kiss further.

It was over much too soon. You had to separate to catch your breath, although he didn't seem winded in the slightest. There was a soft cyan glow colouring his otherwise dark cheekbones and you could also see a small spark of what you thought might be true happiness in his eyelight.

Neither of you said anything for the short remainder of the film and you snuggled up against him as close as you possibly could get. Your soul was practically leaping for joy in your chest at the implications of what he'd said. You'd been assured by the others, but now you had definitive proof that he really did like you afterall.

Whatever magic he'd used to put everyone else to sleep seemed to fade as the end credits began to roll. One by one, the boys stirred before waking up, although you could see they were still a bit drowsy from the effects of the spell.

"Nice of you all to join us," Nightmare remarked with a chuckle and lightly squeezed your body against himself one last time.

They could only seem to respond with a cacophony of various tired grumbles, which even you had to admit was a little amusing.

Dust was the first to move and his mismatched eyelights scanned the room before locking onto you. The intensity in his tired gaze was nearly breathtaking but you couldn't read what could possibly be going through his mind right now. He dragged himself to his feet and managed to shamble his way over to you like a dead man walking. He ended up collapsing half on top of you so that his skull was resting just above your knees.

As soon as Killer realized what he'd done, he dragged himself over to you as well, plopping himself down on your shins with his skull resting on one of his arms so he could still look up at you. Interestingly, the black ooze that always leaked from his eye sockets had slowed to a meer trickle now, possibly from sleeping?

You were slightly flustered by all this contact at once but there was still one skeleton missing. Glancing over at Axe, you saw that he seemed to be conflicted. His eyelight flicked from his two colleagues to you and back again, while his large hands clenched and unclenched at his sides.

You couldn't exactly reach for him but you motioned with your chin to try and reassure him that you didn't mind if he wanted to join in. That little push was all he needed to scoot over and wrap both you and Nightmare in a big hug.

The aforementioned god let out a low growl of annoyance at basically being smothered and his claws pressed into your waist in a vain attempt to keep you to himself. Yet, he didn't shove any of them away, even though he was plenty strong enough to, as demonstrated when he used his tentacles to move some of the boys and yourself into more comfortable positions.

You couldn't move even if you wanted to and definitely wouldn't be able to for a while. Your eyes were finally starting to grow heavy, but still, you resisted the tempting allure of sleep to enjoy what had turned into a snuggle pile.

It was obvious that all four of them felt strongly about you and if the events leading up to the movie marathon were anything to go by, this wouldn't be the last time you'd need to intervene. Each of them were equally stubborn and also quite dangerous when provoked, which could quickly lead to hurt feelings or injuries.

You would have to either get good at breaking up future arguments or simply pick one of them and stick with your decision. Unfortunately, you didn't want to pick one over the others as you liked each of them equally. You'd have to give this matter a lot of thought.

You were confident you'd make the right choice though...

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beastofburdenxo · 4 months

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A Familiar Pain

You start your period in Emmett's bed, and he takes care of you. No smut, just a small mention of blood. First fic of the year!! 774 words. @your-nanas-house

You had woken up to familiar stomach pain and cursed yourself for not being more prepared. To make things worse, you weren’t even in your bed; you had spent the night with Emmett. You raised the covers to see the unwelcome blood all over his sheets. You wanted to cry right then and there. Would Emmett be mad? “Well good morning sweetheart.” he says, rolling over to face you and giving you a kiss. “What’s wrong?” he asks, noticing the look on your face. “I’m sorry Emmett, please don’t be mad...” He raises the cover to see what you are apologizing for. “Oh sweetie, it’s okay. Don’t apologize, I'm not mad. Let's get you cleaned up, yeah? Let me take care of it.” Emmett gets out of bed, and you hear him running a warm bath for you. “Come on, in the bath you go.” He scoops you up in his arms and takes you to the bathroom. You want to hide in shame as he helps you undress and sits you in the tub. “There you go sweetie,” he coos, “You’ll feel better once you get clean. The nice warm water should help with your pain too. My poor baby.” Your eyes fill with tears at his gentleness. “Don’t cry.” Emmett sits on the edge of the tub and washes your back for you. “I’m an adult, and I know you can’t always predict these things. I figured it would happen sooner or later. Now sit and relax, I'll take your clothes and the sheets and wash them, okay? Don’t worry about a thing I got it.”

Emmett strips the bed and puts everything in the washing machine while you soak in the tub. He comes back with a pair of his shorts and a shirt, “Just until everything is good and dry.” You smile at his kindness towards the situation. “Thank you, you didn’t have to do all this. I should know better; I've been at this for years.” Emmett chuckles as he holds up a towel and wraps you up in it. “Being mad and throwing a fit doesn’t help a thing. I know it wasn’t on purpose. Besides, it’s what I'm here for; to take care of you and make things easier.” After fixing yourself up you go to the living room while Emmett checks on the laundry. “You look miserable sweetheart.” he tells you as you're sprawled out on the couch, “Anything I can do for my girl?” You look over at him, not wanting to be any more of a bother than you already are. “No.” you reply with hesitation. Of course, Emmett picks up on it. “Don’t give me that, you are in pain. I can see it. What do you need from me?” With a sigh you answer, “Will you come and rub my belly please? Your hands are always so warm, maybe give a little pressure?”

Without a second thought, Emmett has you in his lap. You both are leaning back on the couch, your back to his chest. He takes his big hands and gently puts them underneath your shirt, right where you need it. Your eyes close at the warmth. His hands are like your own personal heating pads. “Like that, beautiful? Your tummy is so bloated, bless your little heart. I can’t believe you go through this every month. I'd be crying by now.” You lean over and nuzzle his arm. “Yes Emmett, thank you. You are always so good to me.” He slowly starts to rub your poor tummy, giving the slight pressure you asked for. “You deserve it sweetheart; you are so good to me as well. How about I fix the bed up and we take a little nap? I’ll even let you keep my hands.” You give a smile in response as he gently moves you off him. An unknown amount of time passes, as you almost drift off to sleep on the couch. Emmett picks you back up, “Come on, back to bed for you. We’ll take a little nap, and when we wake, I'll fix us something to eat. You’re choice.”

Emmett gently places you in the bed, sheets nice and cozy warm from the dryer. “Come here, lovely, let me squeeze you some more.” You fall into his arms as his hands go back to their previous location. “I’ve got you; get some rest. I’ll be right here when you wake.” Between his lovely massage and the clean sheets, your eyes can’t help but close. The pain a faint memory as you wonder what you did to deserve a man like Emmett.

#emmett quiet place #emmett a quiet place #emmett x fem reader #a quiet place 2 #emmett fanfiction #cillian murphy

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ravixen · 1 year

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tw: anxiety, panic attacks

hi, ive been feeling really down lately, so would you mind writing a svt reaction to you having a panic attack in front of them? its ok if you can’t for whatever reason, but i really like the blurb style you do for 3-5 members, so if you choose to do it, could you do it for the8, jeonghan and any other members of your choice?

svt + comforting your panic attack

➔ reaction || requested

➔ warnings: anxiety, panic attack || 418 words ➔ notes: fluff, comfort ; panic attacks are exhausting — i really hope things look up for you, anon. until then, i hope this provides a bit of comfort. some of this experience comes from me having a panic attack and collapsing in front of my choir, though i didn't know what it was at the time

SEUNGCHEOL: he walks into the room during the tail end of your panic attack, right when weariness starts to set in your bones, and he pushes his self-bashing for later. there's no way he could've known that you were going through one, but if he didn't go to the kitchen first, he could've found you sooner...pulling you gently into his arms, he holds you until you stop shaking, your fingers curling into his shirt. "I'm right here," he tells you, cheek against the top of your head. "take your time. it's okay." he repeats that, squeezing your hand, until you sit up by yourself and give him a tired smile.

JEONGHAN: he catches your elbow right before you hit the ground. "hey!" he didn't expect this when he walked in. his grip on you is tight. "hey, i got you. it's alright. breathe with me, okay?" he presses your palm against his chest as a guide, and you bury your face in his shoulder, forcing yourself to take deeper breaths through the thick material of his sweater. "in and out. one more time. you're doing so well." he rubs your back. he doesn't know if it helps, but he stays there with you until it's done, even when his body starts cramping with how he's sitting.

MINGHAO: he notices the signs quickly. waving off everyone's concern, he guides you into another room with comfy chairs. as you sink into the cushions, he sits by your feet, chin resting on your knees, thumb rubbing circles into your skin. "I'm just going to count," he murmurs, looping from 0 to 10 until the rushing in your ears eases. you focus on his gaze, which never breaks from yours. he waits until the tension leaves your shoulders before offering to get you water and a snack. "don't worry, I'll just tell everyone that you need a few minutes."

VERNON: at first, he looks at you with a furrowed brow, trying to figure out what's going on. when it clicks, his face morphs into his signature silent oh, eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. he isn't sure what to do by himself, so he does the next best thing. he texts one of the boys who's better at helping and asks you what he can do in the mean time. "just hold my hand tight?" you manage. he sits in front of you, one hand clutched around yours, the other light on your cheek as you lean into his touch.

#caratwritersclub #seventeen scenarios #seungcheol scenarios #s.coups scenarios #jeonghan scenarios #minghao scenarios #the8 scenarios #vernon scenarios #g: svt #t: reaction #s: request #m: seungcheol #m: jeonghan #m: minghao #m: hansol #anonymous #ravixen

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deadbydangit · 9 months

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I found you recently 🌸

Can you do Pyramid Head, Ghost Face, and Legion (Frank) with an S/O virgin, no experience at all and quite nervous about it? 🫣

I'll show myself out 🫡😳

No worries at all, I'm going to add another killer to it if that's alright. Let's see what I can do. I really hope this is what you wanted. Please enjoy.

With a virgin reader NSFW

Ghostface, (Legion) Frank, Pyramid Head, Deathslinger

Ghostface

He's ready to get down and dirty.

But you've been so skittish about it the last few times he's stopped.

He thought you were nervous about being fucked by the great Ghostface that you couldn't handle it.

Once he figures out the truth, then he's a lot more understanding of the situation.

Danny might need some advice from some of the more friendly killers.

Sally and Evan might be the ones to offer advice.

He may be kind of an asshole.

But he isn't a monster.

Next time you go to see him, he puts up the most romantic setting he can manage in the realm.

Flowers, candles, the works.

"Don't worry baby. Deep breaths. I promise I'll go easy. Okay?"

He's obviously holding back.

And it's for you.

He's going to verbally walk you through every step.

"You're doing good."

He's going to play it up a bit.

"God, you're amazing. You feel so good."

He wants to boost your confidence in it.

He won't cum inside or on top of you.

He doesn't want to make things too stressful.

He might not be a pro at aftercare.

But for this special moment, he's really going to try.

Water, a warm bath, anything you'd like.

He's so proud of you for overcoming your fears.

He is going to cuddle you all night.

That part isn't an option.

But you can't say no to his cuddles.

Legion (Frank)

Why didn't you say so sooner?

Yeah, he's got a lot of experience.

But he remembers his first time.

He remembers the jitters and anxiety.

But he also remembers how his partner wasn't making it special or easy for him.

He is going to make it special for you.

As much as he'd love to fuck you in the snow or by the fire place or some other crazy location, he won't.

At least, not this time.

He'll take you to the bedroom.

And Frank will take extra measures and make sure the rest of the Legion members know what's going on.

They'll find somewhere else for the night.

They're understanding enough to give you and Frank privacy.

He'll start with some kisses.

Slowly trailing them down your body.

And he'll ask you before he does anything

"I'm going to take your shirt off, okay?"

He really is a gentleman about it.

And he will sing praise to you the whole time.

"God, you're beautiful. I mean just look at you."

He could tell you were finished, so he pulled out early.

He didn't get to finish, but that was okay with him, he can take care of that later.

Right now, it's all about you.

Ask him to get you whatever you want and it's going to be there.

He'll tuck you in and wait there till you fall asleep.

He just can't figure out how he ended up with someone as perfect as you.

Pyramid Head

Oh. Really?

He was so touched to hear of your purity.

His own special angel.

But he really wishes he wasn't your first.

Everyone is small compared to him.

Naturally, he's going to be big.

He also isn't too well versed in human needs.

He won't know what you need if anything should happen.

What if he hurt you?

He'd never forgive himself.

Just the idea of hurting his angel made him weak.

You don't have to do anything you don't want to.

And, if you'd rather try it some other way, he'd be happy to help.

And, maybe that would be a better start.

Let's start with just fingers?

That sounds safer.

At least till you've both gotten a better feel for it.

He'll ease in one finger and start moving.

Nice and easy.

You tell him if you want more or less.

He's here for you.

He is rock hard, but he can take care of that later.

He can tell when you're finished.

He's going to hold you to his chest in the sweetest hug.

He can't believe you'd give him your purity.

He might not have taken your flower, but that's something you both could ease into.

Until then, this was nice.

Deathslinger

Caleb can be a little rough at times.

But with how much his body can ache he's usually pretty soft.

But now he's going to go softer.

After all, you get this only once in your life.

His place isn't the most romantic, so going to at least try and make the room more comfortable.

Cleaner sheets, cover up that big open window with whatever he can find, provide some lighting.

And he's going to find you some flowers before hand.

You deserve it.

"Now Darlin', you tell me if anything hurts. You promise me that."

He's a bit strict about it. But he really just wants to make sure you're enjoying yourself.

And, more importantly, that you're safe.

He'd prefer to be on top, but if that scares you too much, he'll take the bottom.

He's going to guide you through it the best he can.

"You settled in. I'm going to start moving, okay?"

He'll keep praising and kissing you as he goes.

Anything to make you feel better.

He isn't going to drag this out.

He'll make sure you finish before he does.

And, as much as he would love to, he won't cum inside of you.

That might be too much the first time.

He'll sit you down next to him, make sure you're feeling okay.

Need anything? He's got you covered.

"Now lay down Darlin', you did real good."

And he's going to stay awake till you fall asleep.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd ghostface #dbd deathslinger #dbd pyramid head #dbd frank

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I need to know that you're ok

This is my first fanfic, I hope you like it.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53663482

1849 words

Adaine x Fabian

Mostly fluff and a bit of hurt/comfort

Summary: Fabian doesn't want to go home, Adaine wants to help him

(Junior Year spoilers)

"You guys wanna go to Basrar's?" Fabian asked, as nonchalantly as possible.

It was the end of their first week back at school and Seacaster Manor had only felt lonelier day by day. He didn't want to make it obvious, but going back to that empty home was something Fabian desperately wanted to avoid.

Fig was the first to respond, “Sure, I got nothing else to do!”

Each of the others responded in turn, until it came to Adaine. She paused for a moment, knowing that they all did in fact have quite a lot of work to do. However, as she looked at Fabian she saw something in his eyes that convinced her to agree.

As they all climbed into the Hangvan, Adaine sat next to Fabian. She bumped his shoulder to get his attention.

“You good?” she asked with a kind smile.

“Yeah… yeah! I'm good.” he responded, in a not very convincing tone.

She nodded her head, “Alright.”

She had decided to let it rest for now, but Adaine was determined to figure out what was troubling her friend and to help him though it.

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They all sat around a table at Basrar's, sipping milkshakes and eating ice-cream.

“Do you guys think Squeem will make it back here?” Kristen asked.

Fig responded, “I believe in him.”

Gorgug nodded along.

Riz pushed some papers towards Kristen and she picked them up to read with a sigh.

“Oh, is that for the campaign? How's it going?” Adaine inquired.

“Yeah, it's going great. I really think we have a shot at this.” Riz answered.

“We're going to destroy that Kippercopper Whatever-the-fuck.” Kristen said excitedly.

“Hell yes!” Fabian yelled.

The bad kids went on discussing life and school, but every now and then Adaine shifted her focus to Fabian. She just couldn't get the thought of that look in his eyes out of her head. It was lessened now, but it still worried her. She needed to know that he was alright.

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Later, they were all sat around the TV in Mordred Manor. They'd picked out some fun, shitty horror movie to watch. The sun was setting by the time the credits rolled and Gorgug got out of his seat.

“I better be getting home.” He announced to the group, “Fabian, Riz, you two want a ride?"

“Yeah, sure.” Riz responded.

“Ehh, I don't need to go home right away.” Fabian said, leaning back in his seat on the sofa. “I think I'll stick around here a bit longer.”

Gorgug and Riz said goodbye and the others went back to chatting. After a while, Fig jumped out of her seat, announcing that she had just come up with an idea for a song. Without another word she ran off to her room.

About half an hour later, Kristen left as well to do her pre-bed workouts, leaving only Adaine and Fabian in the living room.

“I can leave if you want to go to bed soon.” Fabian said.

“No, no, I actually wanted to talk to you about something.” Adaine responded, turning to face him on the sofa. “What's up with you?”

“Huh?”

“You've been acting weird all week. You brushed me off when I asked about it earlier, but I know something’s wrong.”

“Adaine, I…”

“If you really don't want to talk about it that's fine, but I really just want to help you.”

Fabian sighed. “No, it's fine. It might actually be good to talk about it. So, you know how my Mama and Gilear went on holiday?"

“Yeah.”

“Well, I have no idea how to live on my own. I don't know how to cook, I don’t know how to clean my clothes… I don't know how to do anything.”

“Oh, you should’ve told us sooner, we can help you learn how to do all that stuff!”

Fabian lit up a little at this, but there was still something bothering him. “That's wonderful, thank you Adaine.” He said with some hesitation.

Adaine moved a little closer to him on the sofa. “There's still something wrong, what is it?”

“Well…” He sighed, “God this is pathetic.”

She put her hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eyes. “No Fabian, it's not pathetic to ask for help. Please, tell me about it.”

He looked away from her, fidgeting with his hands. The feeling of her hand on his shoulder made him calmer, yet somehow more nervous at the same time.

“I don't think I want to live alone. Each night in that empty house makes me more and more miserable.”

“I see, well I’m sure Jawbone and Sandra Lynn would be more than happy for you to stay here. Tracker’s old room is free now, or I have a spare bed in my room if you’d prefer that.”

Relief flooded Fabian’s body as he felt as though a weight was lifted. Though, his heart still raced for some reason that he couldn't quite understand.

“Oh, Adaine, you’re far too kind.” He said, but then he took a moment to think. “I thought Aelwyn was staying in that bed.”

Fabian’s question caught Adaine off guard, now it was her who couldn't look at him. She removed her hand from his shoulder as she stared at her reflection in the blank TV.

“Uh, not anymore. She moved out before we got back.” She paused for a moment. “I wish I could have spent more time with her before that.”

Fabian wished he could help her the way she had helped him, but there was no easy solution to this problem. So, he tentatively put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a hug, in hopes to at least comfort her.

His touch was warm and soft, breaking through the brave face she had being trying to put on. She leaned into the hug, struggling to keep her composure.

“We save the world and I reconnect with my sister, only to have to go out and save the world again and not get to spend any time with her. And to top it all off, I'm going to need to get about 10 jobs just to pay for school supplies.” She started crying as she buried her face into his chest. “I feel like we never get a goddamn break.”

“Adaine.” He said softly as he hugged her tighter. “I'll pay for your school stuff if you want.”

She sobbed softly. “I don't want to burden you.”

“It's not a burden. I have plenty of money, why not use it for something good?”

She was silent for a few moments, thinking it through, before she responded quietly, “Thank you, Fabian.”

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They sat there silently in each others’ embrace for about 10 minutes, until they both suddenly became rather aware of their current position. Adaine could feel Fabian's heart racing and her mind wandered back to a memory that it often did, a memory that she was always trying to forget.

It was about two years ago when they had fought at the Durinson Mithral Factory. Fabian was talking to the Hangman and he made a comment about her that she wasn't really supposed to hear, but she did.

"She is rather cute”

It shouldn't have stuck in her mind the way it did, they were just friends. When he started pursuing her sister she tried to completely shove any other possibilities out of her mind. Though, that was extremely difficult to do when so much of what he did still made her heart pound.

At the same time, Fabian was trying to push away similar thoughts. That's what he had always been trying to do, attempting to find distractions that could keep his mind off her. First with Aelwyn and now more recently with Ecaf. He could let himself get caught up in those toxic relationships to keep himself from the possibility of getting his feelings truly hurt by someone who actually mattered to him.

However, he couldn't stop the fact that every time he saw her cast a powerful spell he would get a little flustered. He couldn't deny the fact that so often when he was showing off it was in an attempt to impress her. He wished these things weren't true and that he could just see her the same way he saw the rest of his friends, but they were and he couldn't.

Neither of the two knew the other’s feelings and they were both so sure that their feelings could never be reciprocated.

Adaine pushed herself away from Fabian as she felt her face flushing. His heart sank as he felt the space grow between them, but a part of him was thankful for it. However, as she turned away from him, he noticed something that made him a little worried.

“Adaine, are you feeling alright? Your whole face is red. Should I go get someone to help?”

“N- no no, I'm fine, it's nothing.” She stammered.

She stood up and moved a few paces away from him. He followed behind her, but stayed a little back, not wanting to overwhelm her.

“Adaine, seriously, what's wrong?” He asked softly.

So many thoughts were rushing through her head as she desperately tried to figure out some way to brush this all off. Without thinking, she suddenly blurted out the loudest thing on her mind.

“Do you still think I'm pretty?”

Fabian just stood there in stunned silence, trying to figure out how to respond. As soon as Adaine realised what she had said she began to panic.

“Oh, no no no no no no no.”

She started walking away, not able to face him, not able to face the look of disgust that was surely on his face. But before she could, he gently grabbed her. As she stopped in her tracks, he turned her to look at him.

“Wait, Adaine, I… yes.”

As he looked into her eyes, Fabian knew that he couldn't run from it anymore. Still holding her hand in his, he gently placed his other hand on her cheek and took a deep breath.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked quietly.

Adaine’s heart pounded in her chest as she heard those words and nodded her head. It felt like nothing mattered outside of this moment with him.

He leaned forward and kissed her softly. It was different to any kiss he'd had before. Not as intense, but just as, if not more, passionate.

As he pulled away they both took a second to process what had just happened. They each felt like they had been freed from something that had been trapping them for a while now. However, Adaine was still slightly anxious.

“What will the others say?” She asked.

“That's an issue for tomorrow.” Fabian responded, leading her back towards the sofa. “Let's just enjoy this right now.”

As they sat back down, they kissed again, this time more sure of themselves. They held one another tightly. After a while, they fell asleep in each others' arms, nervous and excited for what this change in their relationship might bring.

#fantasy high #fantasy high fanfic #fhjy spoilers #dimension 20 #fabian seacaster #adaine abernant #fabian x adaine #adaine x fabian #fabadine

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anteroom-of-death · 3 months

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Teacher's Pet part 5

Synopsis: After a good long talk with an old friend, the Doctor catches Reader out on her lie. And figures some things out.

A/n: I feel so indebted to you all. The praise and likes and reblogs feels good, my guys. Also, this weekend, I'll have maybe not as much output but you know...gotta work on big issues instead of work and vibin. But ahhhh. Hope you like it.

(Y/N) called out of class. Maybe she really was sick. Humans leaked a lot. Especially when sick.

Rose once had a common flu and she cried until her temperature came back down to normal. It was hard to hold her, his body being so cool in comparison to hers, he felt like, in that time and body and place, it would relieve her nearly 39 degree fever. The tender grasp he held her body in made her cry and sweat even harder. Mickey apparently never held her like this when she was sick. It overwhelmed her shocked system even more…

Suddenly the thought of him, in this body, holding (y/n) to cool her down invaded his mind.

Ideas of different ways and reasons to hold her left his mind awry. He imagined how it would feel, her skin against his. Her lips against his. The feeling of him looking in those nervous, doe-scared eyes as he thrust de- he stopped himself before he could finish the fantasy.

Her empty seat later that day haunted him.

Another mystery woman from the universe. Hell-bent on driving him to madness.

It was always the women, the one’s that seemed so mundane, yet glimmered in a way that their essence caught his eye. Drove him wild. Even when he wasn’t initially attracted to them. Sooner or later he’d become so.

A fatal flaw.

The class ended.

He visited Missy in her Vault.

If anyone could understand madness, it’d be her. Despite the cost it’d bring him.

“Ignore the blindingly obvious irony. But you need to help me.” He half-pleaded, half-ordered.

“Oh? Wee Ickle Me? The great Doctor needs my help?” Missy cackled an awful grin. “Whatever bothers you, my sweet?” She purred. “What can I do that you don’t, besides serve.” She straightened herself up and gave a snap of her fingers above her head and put herself in almost a ballet dancer’s poise.

“A girl I teach in my class. Why do I keep thinking of her. I have all these primal, base instincts when I see her. Frankly way beneath a member of our species…” He confessed to his oldest friend and greatest foe. And ex-lover. “She is ruining me and my focus.”

Missy fell over laughing and pointing. Her petticoat flashing wildly through the air.

“It’s always the Earth girls!” She exclaimed.

“Though, I did marry that poor Lucy girl.” She had a moment of lucidity.

“These Earth girls are going to kill us. And hey- why not just let them! Get me a perky little thing to ruin me too! Let’s commit suicide and genocide in one fell swoop!” She cackled even harder, her booming voices echoing throughout the Vault.

“No, you shouldn’t.” She seemingly sobered up.

“Assuming that you don’t kill her, as you usually do with these little flings.” She made a hand and body gesture that resembled herself being flung. It hearkened back for the Doctor how physically emotive (y/n) was…

“You’re her teacher. And in position of power! If things get wonky in a marriage bed sense…well doctor, can you handle the storm? Con your way out? You’ll be the one holding the dirty diaper. Not her.”

“And wherever will you put me… I’ll have no good place for your prison to be?” she became sing-song and gave a sarcastic pout.

The Doctor put his hands on his face and rubbed hard. This was both too much help, and not enough.

Missy was right.

And seemingly taking a moral stance, an action previously unheard of for many a millennia.

He decided that he’d go and take this all with a grain of salt.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right.”

“Oh.” She seemed shocked into silence.

Giggling ceased.

They stood in silence.

“You might be fucked.” She said after minute.

He crouched deeper into his despair. The weight of his grief and Missy’s well-balanced advice echoed in his skull.

“Oh, off you go Teacher! Go get yourself a new Pet!” She seemingly understood and definitely read his mind.

He found himself at odds.

He left her and vanished further into the day fading into the dark of the night. Refusing to leave the planet and irk Nardole’s ire.

He chose to walk the streets of Bristol.

The cold air whipped around him. It was a blustery day. The air had a bit of winter’s last ice in it. Dying season for a dying ethos. The freshly birthed night was adding a layer of chill.

He could feel the turn on the planet under his feet as he turned a corner.

What was this?

He swore he saw (y/n) turn the adjacent corner into a street ahead of him. He took a few quick steps and curved into an alley. It was definitely her.

Go into a large detached building with a sizeable car park. She had her big, over stuffed tote bag with her. She looked in perfect health.

Whatever happened to her sickness?

A lie? Or did she feel his encroaching gazes and seclude herself from him.

He wouldn’t blame her…

It didn’t appear to be flats or even a room-share or sublet situation. Maybe it was her elusive job?

But what was it, in this seemingly askance residential building? With the car park that seemed a bit too big, even for the size of the house.

He stood on the corner of the street and gazed at it. He was clever enough to find out what she did now. Obviously.

But did he want to break her trust? Even in this little way? She was obviously quite guarded about her source of income.

Was it shame? Was she something that was shameful?

That narrowed it down, what jobs held stigma?

Down to a few.

What job would necessitate a huge bag such as that?

Seldom more.

He came to two or three careers.

Now which would be held in this suburb?

Two left.

What one would be in a place with a large car park and- he noticed all the windows were blacked out. As if coated in the same tint a car would have on its..

One.

He couldn’t honestly be shocked. It could prove lucrative. And it was flexible for her schedule. Not a common choice, but one trillions across the universe and time had made…

He crooked his head.

“Ah, bingo!” He felt himself saying aloud.

No wonder he felt sexually charged and drawn to her, he rationalized. She was changed by this career. Even in her normal, day-to-day, her mind was probably racing on ways to keep this concealed. The psychic cues probably just meddled with his mind.

She was probably scared shitless that a peer or a professor, or someone on administration would see her here. The stigma around this would damage her chances at a civilian career once she graduated.

Or even worse, request her to service them…

Though, yet he couldn’t fault her for the risk…

He’d taken billions.

Especially when the economy was fascistic.

All these humans had to make do to tread water.

And this was her attempt…

He felt liberated over this. Just psychic cues and her own internal warfare! Not him!

Or was it?

How easily was it for him to accept these fantasies, despite how much he tried against them?

Was it so simple? Or was it deeper? He enjoyed the brief time they had shared. She was intuitive. Empathetic and, if the last class they shared, valued everything from humans to microbes at the same level…

He decided it was a combination of all of the above.

She’d definitely make an interesting companion, of not a romantic partner.

Why not?

Precious little to lose, except her…

He said he’d email her about meeting on Monday. He whipped our his phone, and shot her a nice, professional sounding email requesting her presence at the same time.

Let the seduction of (y/n) begin…He thought as he made his way back home.

He had to prepare.

#personal #doctor who #the doctor #12th doctor #12th doctor x reader #reader x 12th doctor #12th doctor x you #you x 12th doctor #doctor who fanfiction #self insert #teacher student #i wrote this #i thank gd and my poor mental health for this #missy doctor who #im getting better #but you know #enjoy

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littlemorsel56 · 9 months

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Alastor x Chris (Vore)

Summary: Angel asks Chris if she could babysit Fat Nuggets for a few hours while he's away. She accepts because Fat Nuggets is an adorable pig in all of hell after all. Now, she must make sure Alastor, the Radio Demon, doesn't try to eat Fat Nuggets and to protect him, she either makes a deal with him or perhaps joins him for dinner.

A/N: I haven't figured out what kind of a demon Chris would be, so, just use your imagination about what you think she'll look like for now. I'll eventually come up with it sooner what her demon form looks like.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing, Chris?" Angel asks her again for the fourth time.

"Angel, you know I'll protect Fat Nuggets with my fucking life, right?" Chris smiles, trying not to squeal too much while watching Angel and Fat Nuggets being cute to each other as Fat Nuggets licks Angel's cheeks. "You'll only be gone for a few hours. So don't worry a thing, alright." Angel sighs.

"Okay. Just make sure he stays happy." He said and handed over his pig to her.

"Don't worry. I will." Fat Nuggets snorts before he boops his nose with Chris's nose. You are so precious, Fat Nuggets!

Minutes later, after Angel left, Chris took care of Fat Nuggets by feeding him some cherries she stole from Husk while he wasn't looking. Sitting on the couch in the hotel, petting his cute little head as he oinks.

"Fat Nuggets. You are so lucky to have Angel. Even though he's a total dick and an asshole, but I can already tell you make Angel’s life sweet." Fat Nuggets respond by nibbling her fingers. I would fucking die for you. She smiles until she hears someone humming a song. Oh FUUUUCK! Chris cannot let him get his hands on Fat Nuggets. She looks around for a place to hide Fat Nuggets and herself. Nothing in here will keep them safe from him. She picks him up, leaves the room before rushing to the kitchen, opens one of the cabinet doors, and crawls inside before shutting the door.

She brings Fat Nuggets close to her as his spots and eyes glow bright pink. Fat Nuggets snorts at Chris as she shushes him to be quiet. She does not want him to find out she's taking care of Fat Nuggets while Angel is away. Surely, he's just passing through and then returning to his room later.

Wrong! She hears him coming into the kitchen as he continues humming the song. It is starting to become more glitchy and creepier. Why is he fucking here?! Fucking leave! Chris begs while bringing Fat Nuggets close to her chest. Imagine him opening the cabinet door; who knows what he'll do. Well, he'll make Fat Nuggets into bacon or force her to dance with him. She hears him walking around the kitchen like he's looking for something until she hears his footsteps coming close to her and Fat Nuggets' hideout. She stays still and quiet; praying is useless now since no one can help her. She and Fat Nuggets stay very quietly, listening to any signs of him either leaving or going to open the door.

Seconds later, they hear his hooves' steps leaving the kitchen, along with his creepy humming. Chris sits still for a second just in case until she hears nothing but silence. She slowly opens the cabinet door to peek out any signs of him and sees he's not there. Oh, thank god! Fat Nuggets snorts as Chris carefully crawls out of the cabinet. Once she is finally out, she sighs in relief before feeling a certain someone wrapping their arms around her. "FUCK!"

“Hello, darling~.”

“Fuck you, Al!” Chris yells before feeling Fat Nuggets slip from her hands. “Hey!” Alastor lets go of her before raising the pig higher from her reach with one hand while using her other hand to push Chris away from him. “Don’t you fucking dare try to eat him, Al!” Chris shouted, trying to reach for Fat Nuggets.

“And why shouldn’t I, dear Chris? He’s nothing more than a delicious meal.” Alastor said with a sinister smile.

“Because he belongs to Angel, and Fat Nuggets is the most adorable pig I’ve ever met!” Chris jumps up to try and grab him back but misses. “Come on! Alastor! Isn’t there anything else you want to eat besides Fat Nuggets?!”

“Hmm,” He hands over Fat Nuggets to his shadow before thinking. Chris looks at him with begging eyes. “How about a deal, dear Chris?” He smirks.

“…Vaggie told me not to make any deals with you,” Chris tells him. “Come on, something else, Al! Anything! Please don’t fucking eat Fat Nuggets! Hell, I’ll even take his fucking place if I have to!” Chris shouted.

“Really? Anything?”

“Yes! Name it!” Chris glares at him. Alastor takes her hand and pulls her close to his chest. She blushes before looking away from his gaze.

“Well, perhaps I’ll let the piggy live if you join me for dinner~.” Chris looks at him in confusion.

“Join you…for dinner?” Chris asks. Like a date or something? Alastor just smiles. “Ugh…Okay? I’ll join you for dinner, Al. Just let go of Fat Nuggets.” Chris said before he starts hugging her tight.

“Wonderful!” He said and snapped his finger to order his shadow to put Fat Nuggets down. Chris sighs in relief. “Meet me in the dining room at seven, dear.” He says and lets her go before he vanishes. Fat Nuggets waddles up to her before snorting. She leans down and pets his head.

“Fat Nuggets, whatever happens to me,” She said and picked him up like he was her baby. “Remember that you’re the most amazing pig in hell. And I mean it.” Fat Nuggets responds to her with a lick on her cheek. “Let’s just hope it’s one of those awkward dinner dates.”

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When Angel Dust finally came back from wherever he went, Chris felt honestly scared. She was in her room, trying not to be afraid of Al, but how could she? What is Alastor going to do to her? Calm down. Maybe he won’t try to kill you. You’ll be fine…Right? She thought and took a deep breath and let it out. “Okay. It’s almost seven. Better meet him now than later.” She left her room and heads straight towards the dining room. Whatever happens, stay calm. Stay calm. She could hear Alastor humming a song. Stay fucking calm, Chris! She walks into the dining room to see Alastor, setting down a huge pot, filled with jambalaya. Is he…serious about the dinner part? Alastor hears Chris coming in and smiles at her.

“Ah! Chris! Great timing, my dear girl.” He smiles and suddenly, she finds herself sitting right beside Alastor as he sits down very close to her. Making her extremely uncomfortable and a bit nervous about what is going on. “I thought you were planning on running away from our little dinner~.” He said in a seductive voice, causing Chris to blush a bit.

“I-I didn’t.” She reassures him. But maybe I should have. “A-Anyway, here I am.” She says before nervously staring at the food. “…It’s regular food, right? Not the victims or anything?”

Alastor shakes his head with a big cheshire smile on his face. “No, no. Of course not. Why would you think that?” He said before wrapping his arm around her shoulder, feeling her shake a bit from his touch. “Now then, are you ready~?” Alastor suddenly asks. W-What!? What is he talking about?! Chris feels her face heating up.

“R-Ready for what?!” Chris babbles for a moment as Alastor leans his head down towards her. I-I mean, sure he’s handsome! Sure he’s a fine gentleman, but…AHHH! What is going on!? Chris screams in her head.

“To be my dinner for today!” Alastor says with a huge smirk on his face.

“…”

“After all, you did say you’ll even take that little bacon place if you have to ~” He said before chuckling. “But first off,” He said as he releases his arm off her to pick a spoon to scoop up the food. “Why don’t you have a nice meal before-…Chris?” Alastor says in confusion to find the seat empty next to him.

“Nope. Nope! No! Nope! Hell no!” Chris yells out as she runs down the hotel hallway to get to her room fast. “I lost my appetite, Al! No, thank you!” Chris shouts out in fear as she continues to run. Oh god! Oh god! Fuck! I should have seen this fucking coming! I should have-! W-What’s going on!? Chris begins to notice as she continues to run down the hallway, she noticed how everything was getting…bigger. As if she was shrinking. She trips on the now giant floor and falls to her stomach before looking around in shock. “W-What the hell?!”

“Oh, Chris.” She hears Alastor’s voice right behind her, only…deeper and louder. She turns her head and feels her heart drops to her stomach to see Alastor, now a huge giant demon as he stares down at her with a twisted smirk on his face. “If you wanted to go straight to becoming my main course of dessert, you should have said so.” He said and reached down for her. Chris scrambles to get back on her feet to run again but was too late as he picks up her tiny body by her waist as she shouts.

“A-Alastor! Put me down!” She yells, struggling to get him to release her. “You can’t just eat me! Put me down!” She said as Alastor ignores her screaming and shouting, bringing her towards his open mouth. “No. Nononono! Al! Stop it! Don’t you fucking even dare! AL!” She yelps as Alastor gently throws her inside before shutting his mouth, sealing Chris inside. “No! Alastor!” Chris shouts in anger before feeling his giant tongue vibrating underneath her as it moves around, tasting her tiny body. She feels his tongue starting to swirl around her body, licking every chance he could get Chris hears from the back of his throat, moaning in pleasure as he tastes her body.

Chris groans in disgust and fear as she tries to get away from his huge tongue, but no matter how hard she tries, it’s impossible. She looks around to see what she could do to get him to stop tasting her like some sweet candy. She sees something dangling from above his throat before she shivers to herself. I can’t believe I’m doing this! Chris quickly pushes his tongue away from her before she takes a leap of faith and grabs onto his uvula, hanging onto it tight as his tongue couldn’t reach her. She suddenly hears and feels the vibration when Alastor suddenly chuckles very darkly. Chris held on tight to whatever he was planning until she hears a very loud static voice coming from…everywhere! Oh, come on! With her hanging onto his giant uvula, Chris has no choice but to let go as she covers her ears to prevent her from hearing that terrible sound, allowing Alastor to swallow her whole.

He sighs in relief as he places his finger against his throat, to feel his little dessert traveling down his throat he feels her struggling and shouting, attempting to stop herself from heading any further in his throat, but she couldn’t fight the strong current of his throat. Seconds later, she falls out from his esophagus and landed on the stomach flesh floor as she takes a moment to realize where she is. She reacts in anger, quickly getting up from the stomach floor and running straight towards Alastor's stomach flesh on the wall, hitting it with all her might. “Alastor! You fucking bastard! Let me out of here!” She shouts out as she bangs her fist at the stomach flesh. “Let me out of here!” Suddenly, she feels his entire stomach shakes due to Alastor laughing.

“And why should I do that? You agree to have dinner with me.” He reminds her.

“Yeah! Agree to only have dinner with you, not you killing me!” She yells out.

“Killing you?” Alastor says in a fake gasp. “Why, my dear, would you think I want to kill you?”

“Because you ate me! That’s killing me!” She shouts out. Alastor chuckles to himself deeply.

“My darling little rose, I’m not going to kill you. Your only my meal today~.” He said before gently rubbing his stomach. Chris yelps as she feels Alastor stomach walls react as it slowly closes around her, giving her some sort of a gentle massage, thus causing her to blush a bit in confusion.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying you’ll be let out later.” He says and begins humming himself to a tune. “Don’t worry, you’ll be safe in there.” Alastor reassures her. Chris groans to herself, having no choice but to trap in Alastor’s stomach for today. Feeling his slimly, saliva-wet stomach rumbling around her, as if it’s telling her to relax. She rests herself down on the stomach walls as she hears Alastor humming a song to himself. It sounded nice, soothing. She eventually begins to feel tired as she takes a nap, waiting for Alastor to later spit her out.

A/N: Kinda forget about Vore Day, so, here's Alastor. Had to rush a bit to finish this.

#vore day #8/8 vore day #g/t #giant/tiny #shrunk #hazbin hotel #alastor #gt vore #soft vore #v0re

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I was going through all of the writings that you have posted and rediscovered the Kelpie au. So if you have more of it that has not been posted, can we have another taste? I just love it

oh gosh so most of kelpie!au hasn't been posted because it's at like 20k and it's mostly smut.

so i'll have to post to ao3 and post links here probably

here we go! i picked something some that file with Cat & Alec since i wasn't sure if you wanted nsfw/sfw and i've only posted sfw for that fic so far i think

its finally named undertow because @saeths insisted

lumine

Brunch relaxes again and Cat thinks she could get used to this again, seeing her family happy and being happy with them

Later, when it’s more night than day and Ragnor has convinced Magnus to follow him to his library, Cat sits alone with Alec.

“Tell me?” She asks quietly, hoping he will. Normally she would ask Magnus directly, but she never wants to put that look on his face again.

“I’m not really sure I understand it. It doesn’t make sense to me. I mean I don’t know why Magnus does most things.” Alec pauses and takes a slow sip of his drink. .

“I’ve been mostly eating the foods Magnus is introducing me to, but it’s not quite the same. Most of it is delicious but it’s not filling. So he hunted me a meal, took me to a lovely little grotto and insisted on watching.

“It didn’t go well?” Cat asks in surprise. “Magnus has never been squeamish.”

She, Ragnor and Magnus have all participated in the deep rituals. They’ve all eaten still beating hearts and cracked the bones of the Elders to suck down the marrow and claim the power in them.

Alec scoffs and shakes his head. “No, he was actually pretty excited at first. And then I got about three bites in and got a mouthful of ash for the fourth. He disintegrated the body and dragged me home and then kissed the taste of blood from my mouth for hours before he let me sleep.”

Cat blinks.

This is not the problem she was expecting.

“He tried to explain it. Something about how he can’t stand me being so intimate with anyone else.” Alec actually snorts, a dry sound, “apparently, even if it’s a corpse. Which is normally fine. Except eventually I’ll need to eat and it’s going to upset him. He’s already upset that he ruined my meal. He just also doesn’t regret it, which upsets him more. I think maybe he’s not used to having so little control of himself.”

Cat blows out a breath and looks across to where Ragnor and Magnus disappeared.

“I’ll look into it, see if I can’t find something that will help keep you healthy until Magnus figures it out.”

Alec shrugs, like it doesn’t really matter to him.

“I don’t really mind. Magnus is the one who is really suffering.”

“Oh?” Cat asks with a raise of her brow and Alec grins, a mischievous little grin that just oozes smugness.

“No more blowjobs for him. I can’t control my instincts when I’m this hungry and neither of us want to risk his cock. He’ll break and find a way around it before I get too hungry.

Cat laughs and shakes her head, relief flooding through her.

“Alright then. I’ll send over some tinctures and supplements. They’ll keep you healthy until this gets worked out. Ragnor and I will intervene if needed.” And they would, because to keep Magnus safe and sane, they needed Alec healthy and whole.

Alec looks at her carefully and then he smiles, his-too-sharp-too-many teeth gleaming and Catarina remembers suddenly that he too is a predator.

And he chose to be prey.

“Thank you, Catarina. But we’ll be fine. Magnus will figure out his instincts sooner or later. I’m very good at waiting.”

There is a wealth of hidden meaning and Cat nods, looking at Alec with a new light.

“Call me Cat.” She offers, the first time she has and Alec nods, respectfully acknowledging the change.

He reaches out and presses his knuckles to hers gently, “I’m Magnus’ Alexander, call me Alec.”

Magic sparks between them and Cat smiles as the magic of names settles smoothly between them.

Alec withdraws his knuckles and raps them against the second, empty glass with a sigh.

“I liked this one. Which one was it?”

She summons a new one and tells him. Alec takes a moment to stare at the glass in betrayal before he picks it up with a sigh.

“Magnus is going to be obnoxious, just so you know.” He warns and Cat smiles at the dry humor in his tone.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I liked the barley tea.” Alec rolls his eyes, “Magnus is going to take this as inarguable proof that he’s right. Next thing I know, he’ll be trying to make me oats and molasses again. And I don’t think I’ll get away with accidentally knocking it off the balcony this time.” He gives her a morose, pathetic look. “He put up wards the third time I accidentally knocked food off. Apparently it landed on some mundane and nearly killed him. But Magnus was more worried about why I was being so clumsy than the mundane. I told him it was allergies and now he won’t even let me go to the park without warding me for protection… against pollen.”

And Cat laughs. She’s still laughing when Ragnor and Magnus rejoin them. The pair are red cheeked and bright eyed and Cat knows they’ve had a delightful and scathing disagreement about literature.

Ragnor is clearly pleased to see her happy and Magnus flutters like a hummingbird. He presses a delighted kiss to her forehead and hugs her from behind for a moment and then darts over to Alec. He’s hovering around him, little tiny constant touches and Alec merely leans into them, smiling up at Magnus with a softness that transforms his face.

Her boys are doing well and Cat finds she doesn’t mind adding another to the number she claims.

Not this time.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #malec #shadwhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood #ragnor fell #catarina loss #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets #undertow vs

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