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ask-the-clergy-bc · 1 year

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What about the Papas x reader where it’s a young sibling of sin (About 18-19ish) that looks up to them and helps them out around the ministry whether it’s bringing them snacks/drinks when they can tell Papa is stressed or knows they haven’t eaten to helping out with paperwork. They also know when Papa needs someone to talk to leading to many conversations. Perhaps to a point where they become close friends and trust each other completely?

I can't see this specific scenario turning out in a romantic way because of how young the reader is. So this will be written with the reader being seen as a younger sibling/adopted type of platonic relationship! (Which I believe you were asking for platonic, Anon. I just need to make it clear with the use of 'x' as the relationship dynamic for other readers. :) )

This didn't quite end up coming out exactly like the prompt, so I hope this still fits what you were looking for! I tried to keep it as realistic as I could see it occurring in the ministry. With each Papa having a different type of role!

Please enjoy some wholesome goodness!

Mentor/Big Brother Papas x Student/Little Sibling Reader (Platonic/Familial)

Papa Nihil: For you, it was just supposed to be a job to help rub elbows and get some ass kissing points. No one REALLY wanted to be a caretaker for an old fart like Papa Nihil, right? There were very few opening positions for someone your age in the Ministry, and certainly FEWER for serving a Papa! So you were excited when you could snatch it up! You were the youngest in a group of siblings that would rotate watching over Nihil. Honestly, you were expecting him to be an unbearable grumpy old asshole... You couldn't have dreamed of practical Satanic Royalty being the wholesome grandpa you never had. Yes, Nihil could be grumpy and needy. He had constant wants of his movies being played, of his food prepared right, and never wanting to sit down. But he treated you and his closest staff like family.

Specifically you when he found out that you were still just a young pup in the clergy! Nihil constantly informed you that you were practically a baby and had much more important things to do than attend him. During his times when he is more mellow he has admitted you remind him of his own children when they were new to the world. You suspect he misses his sons, so you don't put up a fuss when you end up watching horror movies with him or taking dinner breaks with him. Nihil asks about your life all of the time, wanting to know about you and your interests. Sometimes he even brags to the visiting Sister Imperator about the accomplishments you've had in your life! (Sister has made it clear she watches you like a hawk, but is pleased at your ability to pacify the old man.) Eventually, it becomes less like a job to you and more like getting to hang out with your grandpa all day! And everyone who sees you both together actually just assumes Nihil has a grandchild no one knew about!

Papa I: Being recognized for scholarly merit or magic comes with incredible benefits. When you joined the ministry you had no idea that you were so gifted in the occult. You were instantly chosen for higher tutoring. When you excelled at learning you were handed off to one of the most prestigious circles in the entire Ministry- Papa Emeritus I's personal apprentices. This both excited and terrified you, considering how dark and serious the eldest Emeritus Brother was. Papa spit fire and brimstone during every sermon he preached, and rumors of his deadly magic were known to every clergy outpost in the world. Being inducted by Papa, you were expecting to get dunked in blood and needing to offer flesh to unlock your training. Instead, you met with a rather blunt yet pleasant Papa. Who was well articulated during his interview and gauging where your abilities would best be nurtured.

You discovered this scary old Antipope was very calm and eager to speak of knowledge. You and the other apprentices would gather weekly under the watchful eye of your mentor. Papa overseeing your collective academics and tests. You two especially became close in time due to your own thirst for knowledge and natural aptitude for magics. Soon you found yourself a proud direct apprentices to the Papa, who was happy to teach you more one on one. He was a brilliant mentor and your bond solidified considerably. He spoke to you closer to an equal than most others, watched over your well being in and out of studies. And sometimes you both shared meals just to speak about life and your personal interests. Papa is a proud mentor to such a fine student! And you found one of the people you trust the most in the entire ministry!

Papa II: You weren't exactly Papa's ASSISTANT! You were more like the errand runner and coffee maker for Papa's Assistant. Either way, it was a good job to have in the ministry with amazing pay and tons of perks! But you'd be lying if you said you weren't terrified in the beginning. Papa II was adored widely but that didn't mean people weren't afraid to work for him. He had a reputation for being precise, detail oriented, scheduled, and unwilling to work with those he deemed incompetent. His assistant even had to teach you his precise espresso order before allowing you to go into his office. You MUST have impressed Papa with your coffee. The first time you actually got to speak to the man was giving him his espresso. He took a sip, offered a 'hmm', and politely thanked you before you knew to leave. According to his assistant... THAT'S THE BEST REACTION YOU COULD GET!

The more you worked the more you joked about being in the Satanic version of The Devil Wears Prada. Your boss was this incomprehensibly powerful man everyone was afraid of. But, you were relieved to find he was quite the gentleman. Just no room for slacking. The more time you worked and proved yourself the more chances you had to speak to Papa. Sometimes he would go out of his way to ask you questions about your thoughts in the ministry and Ghost project. And you had his routine down to not even needing to be told when he needed a break, paper work filed, or to make reservations. His assistant ended up being let go, but you were told directly he trusted you to pick up the pace. So far you are his youngest assistant in record history, but you do your job well. You're not sure if you'd call your working relationship a friendship. But for him, it's pretty darn close. Considering how private he is, that's more than many can claim! And you know that means he trusts you more than he would any other sibling!

Papa III: It's no secret that Papa is the most popular among the younger generations of the clergy! His unconventional approach to tradition and open manner makes him the easiest to relate too. Papa loves to be hands on with his congregation and build rapport and trust with every sibling he meets. In fact, you both met during one of his many meet and greets after his sermon to speak to his adoring fans flock. This was your first time receiving a blessing from THE Papa III. You were so nervous you blurted out how he inspired you finishing your seminary courses and that you wanted to work hard to join the ranks. Papa laughed and offered you a job on the spot. Truthfully, you thought he was just being funny as he immediately gave you a blessing and you went on your merry way. Nothing could prepare you for receiving the paper work to apply for a spot in his direct administration.

You were floored that all of your seminary qualifications could even LAND you an entry level position for a PAPA! According to the hiring ghoul, Papa liked your spunk! You worked your ass off from being lower administration help to fighting for the opening of one of Papa's many assistants. He always considered you the junior and almost mascot of his personal office. Your relationship grew from friendly to sibling like the more you interacted. Papa had a soft spot for your bright eyed optimism and wanting to do good in the world. He often asked for your opinion when it came to relating to the younger siblings and learning new trends and technology. You found Papa to be a surprisingly guarded and private man- but he was honest and direct when speaking with you. But he always made time for you and even took lunch breaks with you. Papa is happy to have you around, and you in turn grew to have a protective and loving big brother figure in him.

Cardinal Copia/Papa IV: You were more or less adopted by Copia years before he ever became Papa. Back before you graduated seminary and had your induction into the Clergy. Copia was a very involved Cardinal in his home cathedral, where you grew up in your final teenage years. Despite being awkward and a huge dork to your peers, you had a soft spot for the Cardinal. He was like having a very nervous uncle who helped fund all of the best field trips. When you were having some difficulties during your studies Copia's office was opened to you. It went from a few check ups to you visiting whenever you needed the support. He listened to you during your bad days, times you needed advice, or were just feeling lonely and like you needed family. Hell, you even did a small summer program that was like an internship working for him!

You both became as close as he checked on you, helped you with your homework, and even volunteered to oversee your class events. You felt safe with Copia and he grew to adore you like his own child! You knew he wasn't able to have kids for a while, and you weren't really close to your own relatives. It was nice going into Seminary feeling like you had a real parent backing you up. He's practically still your dad these days, even with his new Papa schedule! Copia keeps up on your life, your new position in the ministry, and you've both joked about him adopting you so you could put 'Emeritus' on your driving license.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost reader #reader insert #young reader #wholesome #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #papa nihil #sister imperator #teen reader

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riahlynn101 · 6 months

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Whumptober Day Thirty: "Not Much Longer Now."

Takes place in the FNAF movie universe.

This is a work in progress, but I've been so busy. Day 29 (which I'll post sometime today) and day 30 are basically the same story told from two Point of views. This one is Garrett's POV. And day 29 is Mike's.

I'm going to put the story under a read more just in case I decide to include spoilers.

Trigger warnings: Child death, major character death, blood, gore, implied/referenced kidnapping.

Edited 10/31/2023 - added onto the story. Minor grammar and spelling edits.

Garrett can still recall the pain he felt. The knife ripping into his flesh. Uncle William staring down at him with a cold expression, not a hint of remorse in his eyes. He remembers calling out for his brother.

Mike never failed to show up before. Rushing into his bedroom during a thunderstorm to make sure Garrett’s okay. Checking under his bed for monsters every night without fail. And letting Garrett curl up next to him whenever he got scared.

But that day, for one reason or another, his brother never showed up.

Garrett died…scared and alone and-

The next couple decades are an endless blur of nightmares. Terrible beasts with claws and forked tongues chasing and lunging at him.

Sometimes, though, he’d get lucky. Instead of beating back monsters with a flashlight, Garrett would find himself being forced to reenact his last moments with his family. It should frighten him, being forced to do anything. But he gets to see his family again, and it’s the last good memory he has.

He likes being able to play again, zooming around the picnic table with his toy airplane. Mike bought it for him with his birthday money. Garrett loved that toy until the day he died. Quite literally too, he died holding it.

The only bad part of the dream is seeing his big brother so distressed. Watching Mike run after the car, calling out his name, hurts. His heart aches terribly. He longs to reach out to his brother, hug him and tell him that it’s okay. That despite what happened, it’s not his fault. None of it is Mike’s fault.

But slowly, over the years, that wish changed.

It morphed into something more permanent.

A simple hug and some meaningless words wouldn’t suffice. His brother spent years ruminating on his kidnapping. Sure, it might work in the moment, but what happens when Mike wakes up? Will he be satisfied, or will his self-blaming tendencies come back in full swing?

Garrett puts his plan into motion.

It starts with the reopening of a long abandoned pizzeria. When management starts talking about hiring a security guard, Mike’s file ends up on their desk.

He talks with the other children, and makes sure that they know not to mess with Mike. They listen to him-for the most part-but Cassidy glares at him. Not that Garrett cares. As long as they leave his brother alone, they can hate him all they want.

The next part of his plan is left to chance. It’s hard to maneuver the marionette, so leaving the pizzeria is hard. And it’s not like he can threaten his brother into taking the position anyway. Well, he can-if he could leave-but Garrett doesn’t want his brother to take the job out of fear.

Instead, he calls his brother, dialing the only number that he could ever remember. His voice isn’t picked up by the receiver, so Garrett has to get creative. A customer left a speak and spell, so he uses that to communicate.

He doesn’t have a lot of time, so he chooses his words carefully. Something that can’t be confused with anything else.

“C…O….M….E…..F…I….N…D…..M….E….”

His brother always just hangs up the phone. Which Garrett finds to be a little bit rude. Their mom raised them better than that. He’ll have to remind him of that when they meet again.

Mike takes the job, thankfully. And the kids do their part and stay away. Cassidy is noticeably absent most of the week, but Garrett has bigger things to worry about.

The one and only thing that gets in his way during the week is the stupid music box. Whenever it’s played, he’s forced into a deep slumber. A deep slumber with the same monsters that have tormented him all these many years. And there’s no way to disable it, Garrett’s tired - many times.

Fortunately, his brother slips up. He falls asleep at the security desk, head pillowed by his arms. The music box slows down until it stops entirely.

Garrett maneuvers the marionette, maneuvering it through hallways and into the main office. He watches his brother sleep, a peaceful look on his face. Putting the marionette down, he creeps closer.

He touches Mike’s forehead, setting the final part of his plan into motion.

Garrett stands in the same forest that he was kidnapped from. The sun is out, shining down through the treetops.

“Mike!” He calls, cupping his hands around his mouth. “Mikey!”

“Garrett!?”

Garrett whirls around to face his brother. “Mike!” He shouts, practically launching himself at his brother. It has been way too long since he could hug him.

His brother hugs him tightly, body wracked with sobs. Tears stream from his eyes, but Garrett chooses not to mention it. Mike has always been weird about crying, especially in front of people. Which strikes him as odd, given that their parents used to encourage them to cry if they had big emotions.

“I…I’ve missed you,” Mike murmurs.

“Missed you too.”

“And I’m sorry. I should have-”

Garrett cuts him off. This is supposed to be a happy moment, and he isn’t going to let his brother spiral into unhappy thoughts. “Nope. Not here. Not today.”

Sniffling, Mike nods. “Okay…yeah. Sorry.” He returns to hugging Garrett.

Eventually, when they pull away from each other, he takes his brother by the hand. “I want to show you something.”

And his brother accepts his hand without thinking twice, because of course he does. Mike has no reason not to trust him. They walk through the forest, underbrush crunching under their feet.

“Uh…Gar…where are we going?”

He smiles at his brother, who now looks exactly how Garrett remembers him. A child only five to six years older than him. “Not much longer now. You’re going to love it.”

His brother mutters something under his breath, but he ignores it.

They arrive at a clearing. It’s full of flowers. Daisies and roses and sunflowers as far as the eye can see. Garrett turns to his brother.

“Do you like it?”

“It’s…pretty…” Mike says, sounding a little unsure of what to say. “Did you do this?”

“No.”

“Then who-”

“Do you want to stay here forever?”

His brother looks at him, confused. “What?”

“Do. You. Want. To. Stay. Here. Forever? With me, I mean.”

“Gar, I…can’t. We have a sister now, and she still needs me.”

That’s what he thought Mike was going to say, but it doesn’t hurt any less. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Mike asks, backing up a little bit.

“Okay. I understand.” He doesn’t. It’s not fair. Why is Abby more important than him? He knew Mike first. “Before you wake up, can I have a hug?”

“Sure,” Mike says, though there’s a slight hesitation in his words. Like he’s afraid of Garrett, which is ridiculous because he wouldn’t hurt his brother without a good reason. He wraps his arms around Garrett.

“I’m sorry, Mike,” he whispers. Before his brother can ask what he means, Garrett plunges a knife in his back. His brother falls back.

Garrett stands over him, watching him wraith around in agony. “It’s going to be okay,” he tries his best to sound reassuring. He steps forward, knife poised in the air.

“N-no! Stop, Garrett! What are you doing?” He scoots backward, using his arms to shield his face.

“It’s going to be okay. I promise.” Garrett strikes his brother’s chest with the knife, making sure to hit his heart. The less suffering he puts Mike through, the better.

His brother cries out one last time.

He smiles down at his brother. All the pain will be worth it, he silently promises Mike.

We can finally be together again….forever.

#whumptober2023 #no.30 #not much longer #tw kidnapping #tw child death #tw major character death #tw manipulation #tw blood #tw death #mike schmidt #garrett schmidt #mike and garrett #the puppet

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darkangel1791 · 10 months

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Please could everyone post show recommendations for anyone who needs something new to watch during the strike?

Either add to this post, or create your own!

I'm going to limit myself to 3. And these are all shows that had an ending.

1. Shadowhunters. I believe it is showing on Hulu. It originally aired on Freeform. This show is based on a series of books. I saw the show first and then read the books. I would say the characterization deviated somewhat from the books, but it a good way. It aged up some characters, it fleshed some out. The plot deviates greatly from the books.

The premise is that Shadowhunters have angelic blood and they are on the earth to protect mundanes (regular human beings) from demonic monster attacks. They are trained to be warriors from childhood. But there are also Downworlders, who have some demonic blood, but aren't demons: werewolves, vampires and warlocks. Then there are the Seelies, half angel and half demon. They are like the Fae, they have their own world. But they have representatives who walk the earth.

There are a lot of pairings, but I personally am recommending it because of Malec! Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn, and Alec Lightwood, oldest son of the the family that runs the New York Shadowhunter Institute.

You kind of need to hang in there with this show, it gets better in the second season, and better than that in the third season. It is on Blu ray and dvd.

2. The Untamed. This is a Chinese show. It is based on a book which I have not read, but I understand that in the book, the romantic relationship between the main characters is far more obvious and blatant. But they couldn't go quite that far on Chinese TV. Also, if you do not speak Chinese (I think it is in Mandarin, but I'm not positive) you will have to read subtitles.

The main characters are Wei Wuxian, a charming, mischievous, guy who likes fun and drinking! He is sweet and cute and just a darling. And Lan Wangji, he has been raised to be very serious, there are many rules in the place where he lives and he follows them all. He was raised to be upright, obedient and perfect. He lives in the Cloud Recesses. Others his age are sent there as students to learn philosophy, combat, and such. This is how they meet. And as they grow, they can see through their differences and appreciate each other. And though the series wants it to look as if they love each other only as friends, the actors have great chemistry and you can see through that.

I saw it on YouTube, but I think it is on Amazon Prime right now. It is on Blu ray, but it is a several disc series, there is also a movie called The Untamed, make sure you get the right one.

3. The Sentinel. This is an American series from the 1990s. A police detective, Jim Ellison, finds that his senses are suddenly very acute, annoyingly so. He finds an archaeolgist/cultural anthropologist at the local university who is a TA, working on his doctorate, Blair Sandburg. Blair explains to Jim that he has these senses because ancient cultures had a Sentinel, who would protect the group and and alert them to danger. This is something Blair had studied and what he is doing his doctoral thesis on. He says he can help Jim learn to control his senses, if Jim will allow him to test his senses for his paper. Jim agrees, though Blair is his complete opposite, talks all of the time, long-haired hippie type, into new age sorts of philosophy. Jim is a straight arrow, ex-military, strong, silent type. Blair moves into Jim's place and starts riding along with him when he is at work to help him control his senses.

With the way TV has changed since the 90s, you might feel a bit like you are being queer baited. But nothing homosexual was allowed on mainstream TV yet. But all of the fans saw the slash between the lines.

The Sentinel isn't playing anywhere as far as I know, but it is on DVD. There are 4 seasons, 65 episodes. There are a couple of movies called The Sentinel or Sentinel, so make sure you choose the right one.

Each of these are probably better described on IMDb or somewhere else on the web, but these are my descriptions because these are why I love them.

Next?

#series recs #looking for something new to watch during the strike?#different series to check out

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aloneatpeace · 9 months

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Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 10

Isaac watches as you and stiles and guy he didn’t know get inside stiles jeep and drew away. You didn’t come in today’s chemistry class you and him are paired up to do upcoming project on organic chemistry for the next week.

“You good man?” Isaac turns to see Danny and Harley walking to towards him to get their bicycle. He node at danny.

“Hey you guys are friend of y/n, right?” he asks danny and Harley, they both node at him

“Yeah, why you ask?” Harley asks him

“It’s for the project, right? You paired up with her right?” danny voiced and Isaac node at him “I tell you what she sucks at organic chemistry and you both need to start now if you want to finish it at least the day before submitting”

“Yeah, you and her usually get paired right?” Harley question looking at danny he node at her

Isacc frowns “is that why she didn’t come to class today, she doesn’t like chemistry??” danny shrug

“No, I had assignment due today she was helping with it in the library. Sorry” Harley said “I have her number I can give to you”

“No, I have it”

“Well, you better tell her now” danny offers before starting to walk away with Harley

“yeah “

“Does Northern Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?” stiles asked as you and set derek on a chair

“It's a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet.” Derek tugs his Henley and toss it away

“Why?” you asked

Derek weakly said” Cause I'm gonna die without it.” His face pales

Gagging stiles step away from him “Okay, you know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of...”

Panting derek look down at his wound “When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me.”

Exasperatedly stiles look at derek then glance at you with a worried look “Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?”

“no one is going to die; you just hang on till scott comes” you said calmly even though the sight of his arm makes your stomach turn.

Derek glance at you for a moment before standing up “If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time-- last resort.” And look through the cabins

“Which is...?”

“One of You are going to cut off my arm.” And toss the cutting machine to the table

You and stiles look at derek as if he grown two heads groaning “Oh, my God. What if you bleed to death?” stiles ask

“It'll heal... If it works...”

“Derek just wait okey scott will come we don’t have cut of your arm” he just shook his head you throw your hands in the air

“Ugh. Look, I don't know if I can do this.”

Derek impatiently looks at stiles “Why not?”

“Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!”

“You faint at the sight of blood?”

“No, but I might at the sight of a chopped-off arm!” stiles yell he felt like throwing up imagining it “I’m gonna throw up” he gages and flee out the room

“Stiles wait” when you try to follow stiles derek grab your wrist halting you

“You have to cut my arm off” Derek’s face was pale sweating and cloudy eyes you shake your head and derek moan in pain, pulling you closer “if you don’t, I will die”

You take derek face in your hands unknowingly your eyes shifting brightest green that derek ever seen, in haze he got lost when he felt sudden relief from the pain stiles also come in when in when he heard no sound came from the room you turn to stiles “you alright?” stiles node at you

Derek suddenly turns to side and vomit blood making you and stiles sick to the stomach now you felt like you’re going to puke. Seems like watching gore in movies does not help at all

Gagging at the sight of blood stiles exhale “Holy God, what the hell is that?”

“It's my body... trying to heal itself...” derek look up to you with an unreadable look on his face, internally derek struggle to come up with questions did your eyes really change? The relief and effect of sudden triggering in heal factor caused by you? Did you do it purposefully? Seems like you don’t know? Or was it all his mind playing trick on him

“Well, it's not doing a very good job of it.”

“Now. You gotta do it now.” Derek urgently pushes the saw towards you both you

“Look, honestly, I don't think I can—” panicked stiles look at you

“Just do it!”

“Okey, I’ll do it” you said making stiles sigh. You don’t know where did the came from but you grab the saw and look at derek he gives you a node and Shakely take a breath

“Oh, my God.... All right, here we go... hold him steady” you ask stiles and he move to derek side and close his eyes shut as you bring the saw down to his arm

The sound of scott yelling your name make you pause stiles yell his name out loud, scott came to the room and stunned to see you standing with a saw in hand as stiles hold derek arms down on the table

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Cutting his arm off” you said with a smile

“Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares!” stiles said joyously

“Did you get it?” derek ask

“What are you gonna do with it?” you and stiles ask at same time

“I’m gonna... I'm gonna...” he weakly said next thing you know that derek falls unconscious on the ground

“Oh god” you mutter as kneel down next him

“No! No, no, no, no...”

“Derek! Derek, come on, wake up!” panic settle in the three of you

“Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?”

“Clam down stiles, scott did you get the bullet?” you ask as you lightly tap on derek cheeks to wake him up “wake up Derek? Dude wakes up”

“I can't reach it!” scott anxiously said

“He's not waking up...” stiles said look at in panic “what do we do?”

You now aggressively start to tap his cheeks. “Come on...”

“I think he's dying... I think he's dead!” stiles yell at scott

“Just hold on! Come on...” scott let his nails grow and try to grasp the bullet “Oh! I got it! I got it!”

“Please don't kill me for this.” Muttering stiles hit derek on his face as you watch in half in amusement and anxiously. But it did the work derek wake up as stiles shake his hand in pain. You and scott pull up derek

“Give me—" derek take the bullet from scott’s hands and break down the bullet, letting it lit he takes the that and rubbed in wound, you three watches with wide eyes as the wound completely heal up all the blood and darkened vein disappears.

“That. Was. Awesome!!! Yes!!!” stiles cheers throwing his hands up

“Are you okay?” scott asks

“Well, except for the agonizing pain...” derek sarcastically said making you frown at his attitude, derek groan at your judgmental eyes and sighs “I’ll live”

“I’m guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health...”

“Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone. You got that? And, if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad, and I'm gonna tell him everything—” scott said after the conversation with argent family he is conflicted where there he should trust, clearly alison doesn’t know her family business is werewolf hunting. kate maybe after anyone who associated with derek then again, she kind of suspicious of him, you are already in her raider and it won’t do you no good

“You’re gonna trust them? You think they can help you?”

“Well, why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are.”

You and stiles sigh as the two bickers “guys we talked about it can we not fight again”

“I can show you exactly how nice they are.”

“What do you mean?” scott asked puzzled and glance back at you and stiles.

“What are we doing here?” scott asks as you and him back behind derek, stiles didn’t want to come as he felt nauseous, scott not so subtlety asked you to come with him

“Who is he?”

“My uncle-- Peter Hale.”

“Is he... like you? A Werewolf?”

“He was. Now, he's barely even human. Six years ago, my sister and I were at school, and our house caught fire. Eleven people were trapped inside. He was the only survivor.” Derek turns peters to towards while scott gasp at peters half burned side you watch it silently

“So... what makes you so sure that they set the fire?” scott asks you grip his wrist silently pleading to don’t say anything stupid

“Cause they're the only ones that knew about us!” you wince at derek’s angered voice

“Well, then... they had a reason...” awkwardly he answers glancing at you, you shake your head at him making him frown

Scotts words only made derek more annoyed and angered that much clear “Like what? You tell me what justifies this. They say they'll only kill an adult, and only with absolute proof, but there were people in my family that were perfectly ordinary in that fire. This is what they do. And it's what Allison will do”

“What are you doing? How did you get in here?”

“We were just leaving.” Derek grab both off you and exit the building. You three get into the elevator with silently. You pinch scott in his arm and point to derek who watching you two through the reflection.

Apologies you mouthed to scott eyes narrow at derek, derek watch the two with frown, God the three of you are stupid. Scott shook his head you lightly hit him and glare at him making him sigh

“I’m sorry for being insensitive about what happened” scott earns a proud smile from you as derek look at him with blank face. You give him a thumbs up to continue “like we talked earlier we both need each other, so let’s not fight more”

“Yeah, lets starts with breaking up with alison” derek state

“Derek, she doesn’t know anything about what her family does. Why should I break up with her?”

“You are a werewolf and if she is not her family is hunters that’s why” derek walk out the elevator and you and scott follow him.

“Alright can we all stop for moment” you said when you all get out everyone’s eyes ears “you guys we are going back to circles here. I thought its clear that we need each other. So let stop the fighting. Can I talk to you in private?’” you ask scott he node at you glance back at derek “don’t vanish we have to talk”

You look at scott with tired eyes “I hate to say this but scott you are acting like entitled prick here” scott gasp at this derek also surprised at your admission but you quick to continue “what were you thinking when he was literally dying, he is an asshole but we can’t dismiss his life as if it was not valuable at all. What happened to derek family was not okey, and if that’s happened to you would you able to handle that all alone” scott look down in shame you are right and that’s hurt you take his hands in yours “I’m not blaming you for the way you handling things, I’m just asking what if in derek place its you and you lost mom and us because of the argents wouldn’t you be hold grudge against them” he node at you “that’s just it is, and now you are turned by this alpha that we know nothing about and your bloodlust and all we needed derek, you need derek,scott and I thinking its time we all accept that fact”

“Yeah?” you ask him one more time swinging your interlocked fingers

“yeah”

“Come here” you open your arms to hug him, scott bring his hands down your waist holding on tight, he tucks his face in crock of your neck closing his eyes and let out a sigh. You run your hands through his hair letting out a chuckle “what would you do without me”

He smiles into your hair “probable die”

Derek watch as you both share your affection towards each other with a bitter sweet feeling, he doesn’t remember when someone hugged him with pure love and affection. Seeing you, stiles and scott share pure innocent affections remained him all things he could have if he all the bad things didn’t happen in his life. He embarrassed to be envy of them.

“Are you both finished?”

You glance at derek with a cheeky smile “why do you want one?”

“don’t make me throw up again” he glares at you but you just smile back to him annoying him further

“Anyway, wanna tell us who shot you?” you ask crossing your arms Infront of your chest

“Kate argent” derek said voice lased with venom dripping before nodding at you “the one who meet the other day”

Your eye wide as well as scotts “you meet her?”

“Yeah, she is kind a creepy” you shudder involuntarily “did she suspect you or anything when you were at the argents?”

“Well, it was pretty…. Intense to say the least”

“So now that you’re not dead, what are you gonna do other than threaten us” derek give you unimpressed glance before glancing at scott.

“You will help me find the alpha”

Scott perplexed at this frown “how??”

“Yeah, he can’t we properly control himself, how are you going to do that?”

“that’s I will teach you how, and you will lead me to him that’s all you need to know now” with that he gone without any other words.

“That guy needs to work on his communication skill” you shook your head.

“So how did you meet kate?”

“After dropping of mo.…. Your mom food, I saw them outside the hospital” nonchalantly you answer scott give you smug smile “what?”

“You know you can call her mom right. I wouldn’t mind and I’m sure she would be delighted too” a boyish grin was plastered on his face. He knows you see his mom as mother figure and she treated you such as the same with stiles, but you where special to her, she loved painting your nails and dressing you up and doing your hair all the little things. But you being you afraid of losing what you have never tried to break the boundaries.

You roll your eyes at him “whatever, I’m going home now”

“Yeah, I’m going to check on mom then” he emphasized the word with a cheeky smile.

Bonnie goes to her grandmother the incident at the carwash shocked bonnie to the core, she could have hurt someone. Bonnie looks for you but doesn’t find you she doesn’t know how to tell you this would you be afraid of her? Will you treat her differentially. But you said there is supernatural out there she was skeptical even if saw the marks she was clinging to the normal life as much she can but now, she feels like it’s all over something new coming. Maybe you and grams where right from the start she might me a witch.

Bonnie look at her grams with desperation “I don't know what's happening to me.”

“I know, dear.” She embraces bonnie running hands down her back

“Oh, Grams.”

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heydudeillshowyalater · 2 years

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a series of fantasies, starting from tamest and most plausible, and working my way towards the stuff that isn't possible in this reality

literally we just hang out as friends, catch up, maybe do some pokemon go together, and then i doze off with my head resting on you. told you it starts tame.

same as above but as i doze off you get to grope me. i probably won't be able to keep my noises to myself. let's see where that leads.

demonstrating the mouth watering mints face to face with you. let me drool on myself... and maybe if you want to try one we can see if i'm actually into someone else spitting on me in practice, or is that just a theoretical kink still?

when my partner and i have our own place, we invite you over for brunch/gaming/movies/whatever and bondage cuddles happen. i have a vision of me tied up with my arms and legs bound, watching something while snuggled up next to you, and maybe you kiss me or something and we'll see where that goes.

we just happen to meet up at a dungeon and you beat me in front of an audience. even better if you degrade me, make me beg, rip my clothes, and make me degrade myself... in front of an audience.

ttrpg scenario where our characters fuck

above but we actually fuck, in character. even better if you're dming or guest-playing an unearthly villain, i'm my pc, and we use toys to represent whatever nonhuman stuff you've got going on. whatever ttrpg we are playing at the time. we can get creative.

hotel room break-in rape fantasy. i'd love a weapon involved. be violent with me. threaten me. hurt me. i'll beg you not to hurt me, not to rape me, not to breed me. you don't have to listen.

same as above but 1) break into where i actually live, and 2) start while i'm asleep

sexy witcher cosplay photoshoot where you, as geralt, have gotten fed up with me, as jaskier, and have me bound, gagged, and beaten. oh god i had that idea back when season 1 dropped and a friend of mine was writing fic about them and it just reoccurred to me.

we go to a blood drive together. i have a remote control vibrator inside me. the more blood they take from me, the woozier i get. the woozier i get, the more you tease me with the vibrator. if i pass out, even more fun.

use an ovipositor toy to overstuff my cunt and watch me suffer with feeling too full, then having to push out whatever you put inside me

gape me with massive fantasy dildos. a tentacle. something with a knot. some wild alien-looking monster cock. maybe multiple creature cocks per hole, even?

facefuck me while i ride a sybian (less plausible than above stuff due to the fact that i would 100% get overstimulated and just cease to function)

get some of the post-surgery pain meds i had, and keep me on the edge of consciousness while you use me however you like (implausible due to things like... the law)

choke me until i pass out, let me wake up, and then do it over and over again. especially if i wake up once to see my blood on your hands and face (implausible because that would eventually end in me dying)

this is the threshold for where things get fantasy only because it's not really doable and/or survivable in reality

when i get my hyseterectomy, the first thing i see when i wake up is you fucking my removed uterus

cut my pelvis open so you can see what it looks like from the inside when you fuck me (take polaroids and/or video please)

stab a new orifice into me and fuck it (wouldn't that be a fun new way to fuck my tits)

cut my real tits off, keep them as a fuckable trophy, and replace them with fake ones, whatever size you want

create a whole entire fake bimbo body for me so that you can switch my consciousness between my real body and the bimbo body. let me watch you fuck whichever other me i'm not in, completely empty and lifeless. if i can get some of the sensation of it somehow, double the fun.

if by some regenerative magic we can let parts cut off of me grow back, let me beg for you to cut me up and feed me my own flesh because that's all i'm allowed to eat (oooh, maybe the magic works that in order to regenerate i HAVE to eat my own flesh??)

murder me. fuck and mutilate my body. and let me somehow still feel what you do to me. (and then maybe let me come back so you can do it over and over?)

you as a centaur. me as a succubus. hide your horsecock in my massive tits. fuck a centaur tiefling into me. and when she grows up to look like ginny, enjoy her too.

fulfill every twisted, lethal, fucked up, terrifying fantasy younger me had... for younger me.

full body tentacle rape. multiple in every hole. nipple penetration. impossible stomach bulge. so many wrapped around my body, all over, so you can barely see my skin. overstimulation. an obscene, disgusting amount of cum coating me inside and out. and if the tentacles somehow connect to you... even better.

#this post has an audience of one and it is that audience's birthday by the time i post this #happy birthday hon this is what i managed to come up with as a present #this post will self destruct in some amount of undecided time bc aint no way this gets to stay up

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beelzlikes · 6 months

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Well. It's Halloween.

I was thinking of going to see the Five Nights at Freddy's movie because people seem to like it and I am not invested in the FNaF series at all so I don't have much to "lose". But I also just... don't care.

Like... I don't like watching movies and shows by myself. I want to be able to talk to someone about it. An experience isn't worthwhile if it can't be shared. No one wants to hang out with me, even if it's just sitting silently watching a movie for two hours.

The number of anime I wanted to watch with friends is incalculable. I wanted to watch Chainsaw Man WITH you guys. Not just binge and "catch up" so I know how to engage in conversation about the show... I wanted to hear about your favorite parts and see you get excited about a scene that's coming up or we pause the episode to order a pizza and you gush about what just happened.

But no. You wouldn't watch it with me, even when I asked you to. You were too busy, had other more important things to do, besides you've seen it already why watch it again after all?

I WANTED to play Flesh and Blood with you guys. I was researching the rules and paying attention to how you played and asked clarifying questions. But then you never wanted to play. All of a sudden - even though you were so excited to teach me - now you can't be bothered, or even bring it up anymore. I guess you thought I didn't care enough so you gave up asking but... I NEEDED you to ask. I NEED to be invited or else I am blatantly and objectively unwelcome.

I just wanted you guys to come over. I wanted to show off my house. I kept it clean and I did the yard work and I planted flowers to make it look nice. But nobody wanted to come. Nobody wanted to drive an hour and a half to my place, even though I was making that same drive to them EVERY Friday and I never once complained about it. Gods, it was like pulling teeth getting you all to come to my birthday party, and then you cock blocked me and left with all the guests so everyone had only been there for like two hours when you all got up and said "we're leaving now" and took everyone with you. I fucking cried myself to sleep that because I had convinced myself everyone was having a good time, but in retrospect I could see how they were all miserable to be there... And Nich cock blocking me and was only right cause I was flirting with a straight guy, so I guess he was only "looking out for me" by keeping the two of us on opposite sides of the room the entire night.

Looking back on all those interactions... YEARS of DnD. What was it for? What did it mean? Was it worth ANYTHING to you? I'd go and some nights it felt like I was the only one who wanted to play. Which made me think everyone else was just doing it to be nice to me, they'd all rather watch a movie or go out and do something, but they were forced to play DnD because that's what they thought I wanted. But I honestly just wanted some friends. And to see you all SO bored sometimes it just sucked the fun out it. I... gave up trying to be clever, I gave up acting in character, I gave up coming to each session prepared with a plan for what I was going to do next because it didn't matter anyway, none of those plans ever worked out the way I wanted so it was just a waste of mental effort to think about.

And THEN everyone shipping my character with the NPC Bishop?? "Ooh you two are so cute together, you're made for each other, what a romantic tale of star crossed lovers." NO! NO NO NO! I am NOT going to sit at a table and FLIRT with my ex boyfriend vicariously through NPCs. I refuse and I told Nich as much, "Don't encourage the boyfriends thing between my character and the NPC because it makes me uncomfortable."

They don't care. They don't care now, they didn't care then. They're glad I'm out of their lives so they can actually hang out with people they like and who will be honest with them. My other friends are getting married and have an entire family to look after, so they're never going to invite me over for a movie night anymore because they have kids and jobs and responsibilities that I simply can't relate to.

Cause I'm a ghost. I'm not actually here. I never was. I've been dead for years, I'm just haunting the living.

#personal #public private journal #Halloween

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mushroomsandwritingthings · 2 years

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I love maximalists

I love minimalists

I love the people who collect lots of different things on various shelves and boxes

I love the people who collect one thing and it lines their room in a devoted religious cacophony of love.

I love the tiny little spaces we carve out for ourselves

I love the figurines on office desks

And the stickers on work lockers.

I never stop smiling at the keychains and novelty toys hanging off of school bags, home keys, work lanyards.

I love the tiny little pieces of ourselves which we scatter across every aspect of our life.

I love the cactus air freshener in the car of the girl who’s room is overflowing with greenery

And the cuddly fluffy bunny on the desk of the man who loves his daughter more than seeming cool in front of the other office workers.

I love the singular rainbow badge on the collar of the Tescos worker who smiled at me in my full gay regalia at pride.

I love the human condition of having to have a piece of ourselves in every aspect of the world we inhabit

Our favourite books line the shelves of friends who might never read it

Our favourite movie is half watched by a complete stranger looking for a recommendation

Our favourite band is currently playing live to a friend from secondary who managed to get tickets when you didn’t even though you introduced them to the music.

We scatter ourselves amongst our friends, our work lives, our journey through this strange existence.

Is it something we do to prove that we exist?

To prove that we are more than our own thoughts?

Because we want those reminders so that we can prove others have sentience?

Because we love people enough to share pieces of ourselves to them?

Because we want to scream to the world

I am here.

I exist.

I am in love.

I am more than what I started out as.

I am more than the flesh on my bones

And the blood in my veins.

- human beings can be pretty spectacular when we’re not hurting the world around us

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neopuppy · 2 years

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Sit Down (M)

Preview: “I thought I taught them better than that.” His lips move over the cut, stinging. Dizzily stirring your thoughts around. Sultry eyes stare down at you as if he already owns you. “Never let your opponent win.”

‘Rumors traveling that even coach Suh had a tryst with you at some point.’ Gasp. The rumors are true.

Pairing: Johnny x female reader

Word Count: 4k+

Genre: baseball AU, pwp…what plot, explicit smut, M/F, established fwb, sadistic dom Johnny, Coach Suh™️

Smut Warning: degradation, humiliation, voyeurism, blood licking, thigh riding, ass play, choking, oral(f receiving), dumbification, strength kink, multiple orgasms, breeding

Bottom of the 9th. 3 men on base, and Haechan hits a home run, soaring out of the field. An uproar of cheers erupts. Screaming in celebration from the front bleachers, nearest the dugout area. Close enough for the team to hear your noisy praises.

Jeno catches your eye on his way out, sparing you a suggestive nod. A familiar one that says ‘come find me’.

Excitement buzzes through your chest waiting for the crowd to clear. Fresh cut grass tickles at your nose as a lawn mower explodes to life. Signifying another game over, a successful one as usual.

Jeno hasn’t texted, probably occupied with cleaning off before he heads out to meet up with you. Another visit to the locker room seemed hard to resist after last time. Your feet carrying you in the direction the team had disappeared into not long ago.

“What’re you looking for?” Coach Suh spots you near the dugout. Lurking around after games as usual. “..I mean, who?”

He smirks knowingly, hoisting a bag full of bats over his shoulder. Bending at his knees to scoop up the mess left behind. The team had gone off to hit the showers as he instructed them to after another winning game. Missing the scolding he’d give them with an alternative outcome.

“Uh, Jeno?..We’re s-supposed to l-leave together..” you start to stutter. Johnny- or Mr. Suh, as you’d come to know him, turns around, standing up straight. Giving you a full view of his overpowering size.

“Yea, he’s in the lockers. You’re familiar.” He smiles again. More arrogant and full of himself than the team combined. They had to learn it from someone after all.

“Hah..” you step back nervously. Eyes darting around for your clear escape. Catching a glimpse of Jeno’s mitt on the edge of the bench. His initials etched in bold lettering, something about it being his ‘lucky glove’. You pause to reach for it, Jeno would be upset if he’d lost this thing. “Ow what the fu-..”

You hiss dropping the stitched leather. Thumb catching on the edge of sharp metal protruding from the corner of the bench. Nicking your skin enough to draw blood, accompanied by a throbbing pain.

“Ah, I keep telling the maintenance crew about that.” Coach Suh takes a hold of your wrist. His eyes squinting, scanning the damage. Clicking his tongue, he brings your hand closer to his lips. “We better get this cleaned up.”

Brown eyes land on yours, flicking up, turning his playful expression serious. His cheeks sink in, tongue hanging out lapping up the trickle of blood from your thumb.

“Coach…Mr. Suh..” you gasp, jerking your wrist. His large palm encasing you completely leaving you with no room to budge. “It’s…it’s okay..I..”

“Saw your little movie you know.” He goes on speaking over you. Dragging the tip of his tongue up and down. Gaze boring past yours, never breaking contact. “It’s no wonder you’re walking around getting into trouble like this. Fucked so stupid, surprised you can even stand up after that.”

Your jaw hangs, humiliation draining through your face. Coach Suh only taking your moment of shock to suck down the entirety of your thumb. Lips swallowing down to where your fingers align. Teeth tug at your flesh with every pull. Your eyes water, burning from the heat rising up your cheeks. The vulgar display too much after hearing he’d watched you. Saw you tossed around like nothing but a..

“Slut.” He finishes, kissing over the cleaned off cut. “Letting all of those guys fuck and use you like that.”

“I..”

“I thought I taught them better than that.” His lips move over the cut, stinging. Dizzily stirring your thoughts around. Sultry eyes stare down at you as if he already owns you. “Never let your opponent win.”

“It’s not like that..” you try to defend yourself. Not that it mattered anyway, Johnny didn’t actually care. “Who showed you?”

“That’s not important. We need to get this properly sealed up.” Johnny observes your thumb, still bleeding profusely. Waving off your curiosity. Pouting his lower lip in ridicule. “Poor baby, it hurts doesn’t it?”

“Coach..” you squirm, taking a step back. A hopeless attempt to calm yourself.

“Shh shh..” Johnny’s cheek wrinkles to one side. He has to bend in to meet you at eye level. Tilting his chin in to keep you rendered docile under an intense gaze. “You always want it to hurt. Beg me to keep going even when you’re crying? Biting back those pretty screams for me until your lips look raw?”

A pitiful garbled sound jumps from your throat. Johnny quick to cradle the back of your head. Almost too gently, cooing as you arch forward into his torso. Clutching at his sides for some sort of traction. Reality fleeting the longer he speaks. Older, wiser, too suave and mature compared to what you’re used to. Johnny knew how to control your strings, turn you into a pile of putty off mere words.

“Nothing to say already? So soon?” Long eyes blink down at you with a mocking glint. The perfect person to lead a team to victory. Strategic and observing, picking up on weaknesses and strengths off body language alone.

Johnny knew from the first time you’d met from the way your breath hitched how he’d affected you. Hiding a knowing smirk with a charming smile. Raking your figure with a conspiring look. Asserting an almost sweet dominance with the way he controlled any conversation. The vibrato in his vocals lowering whenever he spoke only for you.

It was chance, fate, or Johnny figuring out your class schedule through some eavesdropping. Bumping into him abruptly as you raced to your car. An apology that swerved into smoky thinning eyes, faint fingertips on your skin. Johnny was 29, experienced, too enticing to pass up the chance for more. As he expected when you’d agreed to ‘hanging out’ that night, and many more.

“Fuck..” you manage to utter. Earning a displeased click of his tongue. The palm splayed at your nape jostles you a bit, enough to make your brain rattle. Emptied already, filled with blood pumping in a rage through your chest.

“Is that how you talk to me?” He tuts, turning you around too fast. Sure enough to lose your balance and fall right on your face without his hold. A lick of whisper traces a path down the shell of your ear- “You know better than to use language like that with me. I’m not one of those stupid little boys you fuck around with when you’re bored.”

Drool gathers at the corners of your lips, too embarrassing to suck down. Johnny’s deep voice travels over your spine, passing through your gut. Releasing rapid shots of dopamine better than any high. That’s what he did, that’s what he was best at.. winning, getting his way. Control, manipulation, pulling strings on a puppet. Losing never really felt like a loss with Johnny.

“I’m sorry, coach I-.. I’m sorry.” Your vocal chords tremble. Maneuvered through the dugouts hallway leading to the locker rooms. Johnny presses your front to the wall, clear in the open where anyone can catch you. Thick girth nudging at your backside. Squatting a knee, he shoves between your thighs from behind. Forced to mount his flexing muscle, a burly arm circles your ribcage. Lifting you with ease to straddle his thick thigh comfortably.

“Actions speak louder than words. You’re sorry?” Johnny blinks slowly. It’s all just to further fuck with your head. Get you sloppy and stupid how he likes. “Then show me how sorry you are.”

“Fu-..” your lips purse into a thin line. Johnny really emphasized how ‘ladies’ never use such foul language. That was ‘childish bullshit’, you want something? Then use your words correctly. Speak up, put on a real show for him. “Johnny..”

The sound of his tongue clicking along the backs of his teeth accompany a shake of his head. Grabbing a hold around your jaw, jerking your neck back to look at him. Trapped between the wall and his body covering your entire frame. “I won us that game. It’s coach today.”

His thigh nestled between yours bounces up, manipulating you to grind down. Wet panties cling to your core, pushing down with an experimental roll of your pelvis. His nose buries against your cheek, nodding with approval. Flexing his muscles between you for assistance.

“Rubbing your little cunt on me like some brainless whore.” He starts mumbling, patting your chin roughly upon releasing you. Large hand skimming down beneath your casual summer dress. He seethes underneath, tracing up and down the crevice of your ass. Pressing kisses over your cheek with his speech- “Do you even know how wet you are already? It’s leaking right through my uniform. You’re worse than some dumb slut aren’t you? Good for nothing but taking cock.”

“Uh-huh” you stammer out, lacking the brain cells to form anything coherent anymore. Johnny’s hardened size digging into your lower back distracting you from forming any real thought. Frothing at the mouth, such a mess already. Begging for more with a fiercer swivel of your hips. Clit dragging against your underwear roughly as you move faster.

“You want more. You need more.” Johnny says adamantly. Collecting wetness spilling from your entrance. Thick digits trail back and forth. Meanly teasing at your hole, enough to feel your heat pulsating. “You want everything. Greedy little slut is what you are.”

He sniggers, tracing your rim with wet fingertips. Satisfied by the breathy hiss you let out, working back faster into his touch despite the areas evident swelling. He almost pities you, recalling how Jaemin had taken it out on you in the video.

“That hurts doesn’t it baby?” Johnny croons softly. Deliciously rubbing around your rim in succession with your incessant grinding. “But that’s how my little pain slut likes it..”

“Ugh..f-..” you muffle the string of curses attempting to escape. The idea of Coach Suh punishing you with another hour of edging was more than enough to contain yourself. Your palm smacks against the wall, hissing from the burn of your cut brushing along the plaster. Vibrant streaks of blood stain in their wake, catching Johnny’s attention.

“You gonna cum like this? Like my good slut. Fuck yourself faster on me, you can do it.” He rasps, tangling a hold in your hair. Encouraging you with a jerk of his thigh. His digits lower back to your pulsing hole. Sleek movements get him knuckle deep.

Gasping on a choked breath as your eyes roll up. Bouncing down on his thigh with speed, stimulating your sensitive bundle of nerves at a needier pace. Johnny continuing to murmur praises through your first orgasm.

“That’s it.” Hot lips press a trail of kisses along your neck. Settling you to stand up straight and catch your breath.

He lifts you with ease, as if you weigh nothing to him. You duck into his chest as he kicks through the locker room, expecting to be met with a bunch of sniveling bratty faces. Steam clouds and a familiar pitter-pat of water droplets hitting tile floor fills the entire room.

Johnny walks the pathway to his office, not even bothering to glance around for any curious bystanders. He sets you on your weak ankles upon entering, shoving open the door with his shoulder.

“Sit down.” Johnny says, earnestly. Nodding ahead to his chair. You stand, paused, unable to rip your eyes away from the very open blinds. Blinds meant to cover a window facing toward the entire locker room. Pondering how Coach Suh could have had quite the view if he hadn’t already left for the day. You chew at your lower lip, shifting around nervously.

“But..”

“Don’t make me repeat myself. You know I don’t like when you don’t listen to me.” Johnny comes up behind you. Chest flush against your back until you begin to step further in. The shutting click of his office door following suite.

It’s not much of a shove at your shoulder that has you planted in his fancy work area. An expensive leather chair, ergonomically equipped for long hours spent seated. Planning out tricks and techniques to ensure the opposing team never saw them coming. Johnny the real mastermind behind a continuously successful team.

He starts unbuttoning his uniform slowly. Divots of defined abdomen peaking between the opening garment. Meticulously unveiling faint marks of now barely there scratches. The last time you’d hooked up had been a couple of weeks ago. Enough time to heal over the areas on his hips you’d dug your nails into.

His shoulders drop, shimmying off the sleeves. Hovering above your awestruck gaze. Cock twitching in response to how you always seemed at a loss for words in his presence. Obsessed and weak, re-evaluating your life to dedicate everything to him.

He slinks down onto his knees. Leaning back proudly showing off the physique he works hard for. Taking a hold of your wrist to drag your limp fingers down the center of his chest. Smug smirk growing, taking in the rapid pace your breasts rise at. Sucking down air on a choked breath, letting you trace over the lines of defined muscles down to his navel.

“It’s been too long..” Johnny winks, passing your hand across the faded marks adorning his pelvic bone. “Miss catching fresh traces of you over my skin.”

He reaches for a drawer nearby, long arm flexing. Bicep contracting delectably, biting down on your lip harder with anticipation. Johnny pulls out a first aid kit, returning his attention to your other hand.

“Ah, look at this mess.” He mumbles to himself. Cradling your wrist gently to get a good look at your thumb. Cleaning up the now dried blood that made its way down to the middle of your forearm. His brows furrowed in concentration, handsome as ever even under hideous cheap lighting.

He makes it look simple, covering your wound with gauze and tape. Gazing up with a pleased smile- “All better?”

Johnny tugs your bandaged thumb to his mouth. Passing you over slow enough to catch on little lines between the skin of his lips. Blinking up curiously, he whispers, deep and low- “Or does it hurt anywhere else?”

You nod, controlling yourself to not act over eager. Parting your thighs open, giving him a full visual of your drenched underwear. Johnny sighs. Licking up your inner thigh with an intense gaze trained on you. A practiced gaze that always worked to weaken his opponent.

“Hurts here? Doesn’t it?” His forehead wrinkles in question. Pouting a press of his lips against your hole. He sucks on the material with vigor, moaning at the essence dribbling down his throat.

“H-hurts..s-so much..” you nod, writhing up to meet his mouth working over your covered mound. Tongue sinking in, shoving the strained fabric into your hole. He slurps obscenely, rolling his eyes shut as if you taste too savory to not fully enjoy. “Ah, Coach, please. Need more.”

Johnny nibbles down on your clit, pinpointing exactly where it is. Making you twist up with a suppressed shout. He nuzzles in, growling through his chest. Ripping your underwear off in one go, face burying back between your thighs full of hunger. Tongue gathering the wetness sopping onto his chair. He groans, rubbing his nose around your clit. Repeatedly landing kisses on your convulsing entrance. An apology for what was about to take place.

“Are you that desperate for me?” He mouths over your cunt. Engulfing you entirely, laving his tongue all over. Breaching inside with a pointed wiggle until your thighs tremble around him. His nose huffing at the top of your mound as you ride out another climax. Falling back bonelessly into the seat. Dizzy from heavy lungs making it harder to breathe.

“Yes yes, please! N-need it, need you!” You whimper, wheezing for air.

“Wanted to get fucked so bad didn’t you?” Johnny pecks over your clit. “Doesn’t even matter whose dick it is. Such a nasty slut.”

“No, no no!” You whine, grabbing onto his broad frame. Johnny squatting, scooping you up from your bottom. Setting you on the edge of his desk. Pulling at your dress until you’re nothing but exposed flesh. Surprised you’d even had a pair of panties on to begin with. Too slutty for that from what he’d come to learn.

His hands wrap around your thighs, tingling all over with a harsh press of his fingertips. You glance up over his shoulder, noticing sets of eyes watching you through the parted blinds. Some look familiar, too familiar. Especially as a camera flashing through the glass brightens up the cloud of darkness masking smiles. Bright teeth, a mischievous curled up mouth, that had to be Jaemin..

“Coach, the blinds..” you mention again, blinking rapidly. Dropping your face to hide in his shoulder. Skin aflame from bubbling excitement, or embarrassment. Most likely both.

Johnny props you to sit up straight, cupping your jaw until you’re blinking up at him under the fluorescent office lights. The gleam making it all the more difficult to keep your heavy eyelids from drooping down further. He slaps at your cheek, hard enough to have you hissing. Biting back a sound of pain, a risk he may stop if you let it out. Johnny never really wanted to hurt you, no more than you wanted him to.

“They stay open. A pretty thing like you needs to be seen. On full display, give the boys a real reward for winning today.” Johnny grins, bumping the tip of his nose against yours. “Besides, you love that. So pathetically desperate for your loyal servants to worship you. I know you just love thinking about it later when you touch yourself. The way they all submit to you, wrapped around some invisible leash.”

“That’s not—“ Johnny interrupts you with another scoff. His mouth hovering right above yours, close enough to follow his words without listening.

“You’re thinking too much about it still.” He sounds upset now, convincing enough. Circling your windpipe with a large splayed out palm, he pecks you gently. Licking between your pressed lips for entrance. Impelling you to let him inside, in more ways than one. “You’re thinking too much.”

He mumbles between languid laps of his tongue. Easing your nerves, massaging through your hot greedy cavern. Thick lips that command dominance, spine held up only by the hand now gripping your throat. Stifling breaths pass, swallowed down by the much larger. A squeeze at your throat that reminds you how easily he can fuck you up, ruin you, if you allowed.

With a firm kiss, Johnny stares you down. Brown irises blown wide beneath bulky eyelids. Features sharp enough to cut you deep, as deep as the metal bench had earlier.

“So beautiful like this..” he smiles, a real smile. Trailing a finger along your cheekbone. “Head empty, nothing but a stupid hole to fuck, hmm?”

He’s fixated for a moment, toying with your loose neck. Tapping along the edges of your jaw and chin. Admiring the lost look in your gaze. He takes a hold of your cheeks, pushing your lips into a pout. Shaking your face side to side- “Nothing inside that pretty fucking head. You know why? It’s all mine. Can’t have it back until I’m done with you.”

He nods your head for you, cheeks glowing happily. With one last hard grip around your throat he tosses your arms over his back. Circling your waist, picking you back up. Cupping your ass in his large palms. You let out a sound of confusion, met with a chuckle. Johnny setting your bottom down on the tiny window ledge. It digs in uncomfortably, making you shimmy forward.

“Don’t move.” His tone drops back to a serious one. Keeping an arm wrapped around you as he shoves his bottoms off with the other. “You wanna cum on my cock don’t you baby? Be a good slut for me?”

You keep nodding, not fully understanding what he means. Johnny throwing your arms back over his frame to get you in position.

“Don’t let go.” His nose hits your forehead with enough force to bend your neck back. Cock drunk gaze staring up at him. Johnny’s chest rumbling loudly, reaching his own desperation.

He’s got you pressed up against the window. Your sweaty skin painfully pulling on the glass. Hoisting you up, he grabs around your thighs. Cock seething fully inside making the crown of your head knock back. Screaming more off the deep penetration than the throbbing passing over your skull.

“Your loyal following showed up.” He grunts. Lifting and lowering you on his length. Overwhelmed by his mass every time. Already too stupid and incoherent to understand anything he says. Amused laughter travels through window crevices.

Lights flashing behind you, illuminating all of Johnny’s working muscles. His chest glistens with a small amount of alluring sweat. Making it clear how hard this isn’t for him. Throttling your limp body up and down on his dick effortlessly.

“We’re gonna have a whole fucking collection of you by the time seasons over.” He stammers. Bending at his knees for extra power.

“C-cum, just wanna cum.” You whine, enraptured by the thick body in front of you. Feeling smaller than ever under his strength. “So fucking big. You’re so fucking big!”

Your mouth hangs open breathless, sputtering nonsense. Johnny tossing you up and down like nothing.

“So so s-so b-big..” you stutter between sucking at drool that won’t stop spilling from your lips. Dazed by the way Johnny reshapes your insides. Dazed by his flawless firm muscles. Displaying brute strength with each piston upward. Cries and whimpers escape you, kneading at his chest.

“Stuffing your slutty hole full just how you love.” Johnny growls disrupting your thoughts. Thrusting faster, pulling you from the ledge until your nails are burying into his collarbone. Cutting through his flesh as you scream.

Fucked thoroughly and precise, pussy clenching harder the longer he stirs your insides. Johnny’s hips snap roughly, muttering through exertion- “Wet, so fucking wet and tight for me. Taking all this big dick.”

“Ah! Johnny!” You let out a drawn out noisy whimper. Stiffening up when Johnny pierces in at a new angle. Shuddering in his hold as a powerful orgasm rips out. This one rendering you completely weak, full and empty.

He chokes on a breath, lower half coming to a still. Eyes fluttering through your convulsing heat. Just enough, listening patiently for your breathing to regulate

He turns, keeping you slotted on his length. Thigh muscles pronounced, bulging out ridiculously as he returns you to his desk. You fall back into a high arch, fucked up into again the second your ass meets table. Reaching around yourself for some type of purchase, something to keep you connected to reality. Lost in the sound of low guttural moans above you.

“I ca-can’t, can’t!” Your eyes crunch shut, gritting your teeth with a scream. Filled up to your belly button. You can feel Johnny’s size jabbing deep inside with each thrust. Spinning your mind further and further away.

He slaps at your cheek, snaking around your neck with a tough grip. Your eyes shooting open, coughing on dry air.

“Eyes on me.” He instructs, throwing his lower half into rapid action. Coughing up more, a burn of tears painting down your face. Steaming as they roll down your heated skin.

“Love that don’t you?” Johnny spurs on. Ruthlessly hammering his hips down. Wasting no time to chase his release. Jostled up his desk with each impaling thrust. “Fuck you so stupid. All you know is my cock baby. It’s all you can think about.”

His staminas insane, sounding hardly short of breath even as he throws your legs back. Adjusting your limbs over his shoulders to pin you down, keeping you in place with the weight of his merciless pistoning hips.

“Y-ye—can-can’t…too…s’too good..” you stutter, eyes rolling far back. Leaving nothing but the whites surrounding your pupils visible. “Cu-cum…again..g-gon, cum!”

He gives you no warning, no time to even get your garbled words out. Thumb slithering between your smashed together torsos. Johnny presses down on your clit with a growl. Rolling your bundle of nerves around roughly, biting through your gripping orgasm.

“That’s it pretty baby, cum around me just like that.” He grits. Fucking through your pulsing cunt. His ramming pace never slowing. Chest flexed as he grabs your ankles holding you down. Folded up in a complete half. Johnny letting out a throaty animalistic scream as his cum spills free. “Fuck fuck!”

His hips don’t falter, pushing hot spurts of cum deep inside your walls. Expeling grunts that sound near painful, earning another orgasm out of you through his messy thrusts. Cum trickles out under the sloppy slams of his hips. Smeared over your bottom and his desk.

“Coach..” your throats scratchy, coughing up as he finally begins to slow down. Delivering one more filthy thrust before drawing free. The lewd wet pop as he pulls out lighting a scorching heat under your cheeks. Johnny sighs, easing your legs down slowly. Cock nestling back inside still like a plug.

“Did so good, even if you lost, again. Good game as always. Valiant effort.” Johnny smiles, a comforting soft smile. Rubbing large palms up and down your sore aching thighs. “Ready to hit the showers?”

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sukirichi · 3 years

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make some noise. (m)

in which you have to be quiet when spending the night at shinichiro’s dorm.

⊹ explicit smut, minors dni. face fucking. dom! shinichiro. size difference. reader is smaller than shinichiro. extreme dom / sub dynamics. orgasm denial. choking. suffocation. fingering. boyfriend hoodies. cigarette play (?) shinichiro burns your thigh with his cig. oops. unedited.

⊹ i watched ep16 once and here we go. i can’t get him out of my head. he’s...so handsome? help me omg

Nights spent with Shinichiro in his dorm are a part of your routine.

Whether its studying for upcoming finals, hanging out to binge watch his favorite movies or baking new snacks for his younger siblings to try on the next time you visit ― nights spent with Shinichiro are always cherished.

Tonight is no different. You’ve crashed into his dorm right after class, eager to relieve the stress final papers brought you and finalizing theses. And what better way than to snatch one of his hoodies left on the back of his chair, snuggling in the warm material that smells so freshly of his soothing scent, falling deep into his covers while Shinichiro fucks you in his hoodie much too oversized for you?

“Mmh, Sh-Shin!” you mewl, sweater paws hiding your face from view.

“Don’t do that,” he scolds lightly, using one hand to pin your hands above you. Exposed to his greedy and lust-filled gaze, you clench around him harder, biting down on your lip at a certain thrust that hits your g-spot. Shinichiro’s dark eyes cascade from a stormy night into a blank midnight, tightening his grip around your wrists. “Why’re you being so naughty, huh? Who said you should muffle your moans? Let me hear you.”

“Don’t wanna,” you pout.

The last thing you want is to annoy Shinichiro – he’s the sweetest boyfriend you could ever ask for, though he doesn’t tolerate brats – but the walls are thin. One mewl and his peers next door would hear. As if it’s not evident already with the audible squelches of your pussy trapping his cock into you, lace panties pushed aside from his neediness, and the bed frame hitting the walls over and over again. Still, you need to keep quiet. Shinichiro can’t be kicked out from his room, and your dorm was a no-man’s land. He’d be kicked out the moment he steps through the hall.

“What, you worried someone’s ‘gon hear?” he snickers, to which you nod in response, teeth sunk down hard enough on your lip you taste blood. Shinichiro’s eyes flitter down to the muscle, tapping your lip with his thumb to release it.

Shinichiro being the sneaky bastard he is, thrusts inside you harsh enough the bed shakes and punches to the walls. The moan he pulls out from you is instantaneous, legs falling open as you clutch on his shirt with desperate, pleading eyes. “Shin—” shaking his head at you, Shinichiro shoves his thumb inside your mouth, finally shutting you up as the sounds of your moans vibrate onto his finger. “That should be enough to keep you quiet, so I’ll fuck you however I want now, yeah?”

His name is muffled by his thumb, but to Shinichiro, it’s fine. As long as he can your grunts and have your legs swing up and down his back from the pace he’s going at, he feels somewhat satisfied. But still, there’s something that’s different about you, something he can’t quite place his touch at.

Gazing down at you, Shinichiro relishes in your half-naked body underneath him. Skin slick with sweat, cunt glistening with your juices and clit hard and throbbing, your arms trembling from exhaustion of keeping them up the whole time – it finally dawns on him.

You’re wearing his fucking hoodie.

His university’s name written in bold letters across your chest, the material long enough that it covers the flesh of your thighs, leaving nothing but the pussy he’s so addicted with into view; Shinichiro now understands why he’s so eager to fuck you the moment he came home. Drowning in his hoodie, his thumb in your mouth, you’re every piece of the fantasies he’s had of you ever since he’s dated you. You see, Shinichiro would never say it loud, and you wouldn’t quite expect it from his calm, mysterious nature as well, but Shinichiro’s quite the possessive man. Languid as he may be, his need to mark you up, grant you as his, use his own dick as a pen to write his name with his own cum in the inside of your thighs if it meant claiming you as his – Shinichiro basks in the fact he owns you.

Now that his scent is sticking onto you like a second skin, his balls only tighten with desire. “You sneaky little thing,” he smirks, pushing the material of his hoodie until your breasts bounce right in front of his eyes. Tempted and called upon by the hardened buds, Shinichiro leans down to suck at your tits. “Such a pretty baby. You want me all over you, hm? Want to smell like me and painted with my cum before you sneak out this morning?”

Eyes widening at how he easily caught on, Shinichiro chuckles at you. A string of saliva connects your nipple and his lips when he lets go, the sight lewd enough you moan under him, sucking harder around his thumb the same way you’d let his dick fuck your throat.

The sensation of your warmth wrapping around him makes him forget he’s inside you for a moment. In a split second, Shinichiro’s mind blanks. His dick commands his next movements as he pulls out of you, dragging you by the collar of his hoodie before you’re on your knees at his cold floor, Shinichiro standing in front of you the next instant. The chains around his neck stick to his skin along with sweat, adding onto his undeniable handsomeness when he stands above you, pumping his cock with his right hand.

“I’ve got a better idea,” is all he says before he’s grasping at your head, keeping you frozen in place as he slides his cock in your mouth. Above you, Shinichiro throws his head back with a groan, fucking your mouth mercilessly until you’re gagging around. “Yeah, that’s it, such a good fucking girl.”

The praises do nothing but spur you on.

Hollowing your cheeks, you match his motions of thrusting into you by sinking down on him, lips closed for a tight suction. Your ministrations cause Shinichiro to hiss from the sudden sensitivity, while you lay leaking on the floor, unsatisfied from fucking his mouth.

“Enjoying yourself down there?” he grips your hair tight, relentless in his pace with his balls slapping against your chin. Despite the drool forming around your lips and eyes crossing from how heavy he laid in your tongue, you manage to pleasure yourself with two fingers stuffed inside your tight cunt. As expected, Shinichiro doesn’t miss, his eyes twinkling with amusement at how you’re helplessly bouncing at your digits right now. You look so desperate he almost feels bad. “Do you need me, baby? Your fingers can’t compare to my cock – I can only imagine how frustrated you must feel.”

Glaring at him playfully, Shinichiro coos. “Aw,” he chuckles, eyes soft and touch on your jaws gentle you nearly melt around him. Shinichiro, despite being the clear dominant one in bed, could never resist your puppy eyes. So you flutter your lashes at him, wiggling your hips at nothing in particular, hoping you’ll get the release sadly deprived from you.

Or so you wished, because Shinichiro had other plans in mind.

Leaning down until his nose nearly grazes with yours, the new position sliding his cock deep at the back of your throat you choke, Shinichiro’s dark smirk taunts you. “Make me cum once, and I’ll give it you three times as much,” he offers, the deal too generous to turn down. Face lighting up in silent glee, your pussy dripping further if possible, you prepare to nod in agreement – until Shinichiro grabs the ties of his hoodie and tugs. The hood now tightened around your neck, Shinichiro fucks your mouth, knowing full well your airway is clasped around an invisible chain. “That’s if you don’t pass out first, angel. So stay still for me and be good. I’ll reward you afterwards.”

With tears pooling in your eyes, you’re left with no choice but to whimper in agreement.

Satisfied, Shinichiro caresses your cheek, pulling a cigarette out of nowhere before he starts smoking above you. His gaze is almost derogatory if you didn’t know better. Eyes narrowed in pleasure, his chest heaving from the pleasure of your mouth engulfing him whole along with your tongue eagerly licking at any drop like a lollipop – he sure hit the jackpot with you.

“You know why I love you so much, angel?” he exhales a puff of smoke, watching as you quite literally choke on his cock the faster you bob up and down his length. “It’s that you’d do anything for my cock, even if it meant passing out soon, yeah? You want me in you so bad?”

Shinichiro pushes your head away from him. Coughing, your palms covered in his sleeves fall flat on the ground before you caress your neck, loosening the strings to allow air into your system. Your boyfriend is behind you a moment later, caressing your waist to gently lead you back to bed, the soft mattress more than welcome in light of your sore knees from kneeling too long. Just like that, Shinichiro’s switched to kissing you lightly. From your eyelids, the crown of your head, the tip of your nose and right beside your lips because he doesn’t want you to actually stop breathing, you almost forget how pale you’ve become, how sore your mouth feels.

“You didn’t make me come, angel.”

“S-sorry,” you croak out, eyes fluttering shut from exhaustion. Nevertheless, your cunt throbs with need, to which you attempt to alleviate by rubbing at your folds helplessly. Ignoring Shinichiro’s questioning brow, you turn your head to the side, biting the insides of your cheek simply because his gaze is too intense. He’s eyeing your pathetic cunt with lazy eyes, as well, mindlessly playing with the hem of his hoodie now coated with your arousal. “Shin… no more, please.”

“No more?” he repeats incredulously, “Thought you wanted me to make you come?”

“My throat hurts, baby, I don’t think I can blow you anymore.”

Shinichiro fakes a sigh.

Pressing the head of his lit cigarette into the insides of your thigh, a few inches away from your burning heat, your boyfriend easily brings you back to life with the sting. You lean up and push his hand away with a cry, sending the stumped cigarette flying across the room. “Th-that hurts, Shin!”

“Shh,” he eases you back down on the bed again, his hands ghosting over the aching spot where he burned you. Eyeing the mark, Shinichiro shoots you a soft smile so romantic it nearly numbs the pain. Then, he disappears between your legs, his handsome face hidden from under the oversized material. “You’ve been so good for me, angel. I’ll make you feel good now.”

Before you could ask what he’s doing, Shinichiro begins to lap at your folds, swollen clit suctioned into his mouth so harsh you give him a run with your blowjob skills.

“Don’t you dare muffle your moans again,” his warning voice shoots tingles straight to your core, intense enough you nearly closed your legs around him. But you’re nicer – much sweeter – that you stay still as to not suffocate him the way he did with you. Not that you can try, anyway, because Shinichiro would edge you all night long, deprive you of your orgasm until you’re crying and begging at his punishment. The only difference is that he won’t care. He could go all night long.

“If you don’t moan for me, you’re leaving my dorm with just my hoodie on, mmkay? You’ll be walking around flashing my dorm buddies and I won’t be happy with that. So moan for me, angel. Don’t be shy.”

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trulylino · 2 years

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=> Build The Barrier - JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x gn!reader

Genre: Angst, horror (kinda), all of us are dead au, best friends to lovers

Summary: After losing Jungkook and watching your best friend turn to a zombie you don't know what to do until an unexpected surprise arrives.

Warnings: Swearing, zombies, angst, blood, death, nayeon that little bitch (not twice member lol), not really any spoilers for all of us are dead just character names mentioned

Word count: 1.7k

Read part two here!

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"Y/n?" You heard the scream from several feet behind you. Chae-yeon had her hand outstretched to you, bite prominent on her forearm. Zombies piled round her as you watched in horror, feet glued to the floor. You needed to help her but something was forcing you to stay still like you had been nailed in place. Your eyes began to leak, tears staining your face as you desperately tried to think of what you could do. Anything you could do. People always talked about fight or flight, but didn't seem to mention the state you were currently in, which appeared to be freeze.

"Y/n!" This voice was more urgent, and Chae-yeon's mouth didn't move. Your head swung round to see On-jo calling your name from the doorway of your classroom. Still you didn't move. Chae-yeon gave you one last look, one that you felt deep in your soul. But then her eyes changed. Bones crunching filled your ears and all of a sudden you were centre stage, the next meal. Horror and fear filled you as you watched your best friend make a beeline straight for your ankle.

Still, you couldn't tear your eyes away from her. You couldn't compute the fact that Chae-yeon, the girl that you had gone through junior school with, had laughed with and watched movies with and gossiped with didn't remember you. Every memory you had made together over the past eleven years, gone. Just like that.

While your entire life with her seemed to be playing before your eyes you almost didn't notice the fact that someone was grabbing your arm and dragging you over to the rest of your class. You stumbled into the room and the sliding door slammed shut and was locked by god knows who. You didn't even care because your best friend was on the other side and all she wanted was a bite of your flesh.

You drunkenly wobbled over to the corner of the room, emotions acting like a drug drowning everything else out completely. You couldn't stop the sobs which erupted from your eyes, it was too late.

But then it hit you. Where the fuck was Jungkook? You couldn't get the thought out of your head, although it should have been the last thing you were thinking at this particular moment in time. Your attention would be better placed on the horde of zombies thrashing violently around the corridor at this very second. But seriously, where the fuck was he? What if that had been the last time you were ever going to see him?

'That' being your little argument. It wasn't really your fault, not really. You had gotten angry at your best friend for ditching you to hang out with who you assumed was his crush, leaving you at the movie theatre by yourself. In the rain, no less. Not that any of that mattered anymore. All you cared about was having Jungkook standing next to you right now. You couldn't afford to lose another friend.

"Y/n? C'mon you need to help us build a barrier." Su-hyeok said, motioning to the door which was currently being held closed by Wujin. But you couldn't close it yet. Not when Jungkook could be just meters from it. Meters from you.

"But Jungkook is still out there! I can't let him die. Not after what happened to Chae-yeon..." Fresh tears brimmed in your eyes threatening to spill over at the mention of your other best friend's name. Ex-best friend considering she now had her face pressed against the classroom window; blood covering her face, fingers clawing at it with dirty fingers which definitely had some bite marks on them. How were you meant to process that while possibly cutting off your other best friend's only chance of survival.

"If we don't close that door properly now then we're all going to end up like Chae-yeon, please y/n." On-jo begged, eyes boring into your soul almost dragging you to your feet on their own. Reluctantly you stood up, knees cracking as you did so and you didn't miss the thankful smile that Su-hyeok offered On-jo. Nor did you miss the shy blush that she offered in return. You would give anything in the world to be able to have Jungkook look at you like that again. To be able to apologise, tell him that he could blow you off to hang out with whoever he wanted and you wouldn't say a word.

That didn't seem to be an option anymore and you accepted that fate as you loaded up the doorway with as many tables and chairs as were in the large classroom. Your muscles burned quickly, your biceps nearly giving out and dropping a desk on poor Cheong-san at one point.

By the time your classmates decided that the door was fully reinforced to the best of your abilities you were about ready to collapse into a ball on the floor. Again. In the space of a single day you had lose the two people who you cared about most in the world.

Reluctantly Wujin made his way over to you, opting to crouch instead of sit down like you.

"I'm sorry, y/n." That was all he said for a few moments. When you didn't reply he hesitantly reached out a hand to stroke your back in some attempt to be comforting but his touch made your head reel. It was like your were on a rollercoaster and only Jungkook being alive would ground you. Right now you were sixty feet in the air on an incline with no chance of going down at any point soon.

You shook his hand off and he withdrew it sheepishly, eyebrows furrowed in thought as to what to say to you to make you feel better. He soon decided it wasn't worth it and it would most likely be better to leave you to your own devices, given that you weren't likely to speak to him anytime soon.

Rightfully so, given that your brain was swimming with Chae-yeon and how you wished you hadn't yelled at Jungkook the last time you had seen him. It was that choice of words too. 'I never want to see you again.' Be careful what you wish for. Now if you could make any wish it would be for Jungkook to just hold you.

You zoned back in to the real world to hear your classmates chattering. How could they be so cheerful? At a time like this? Your best friend had just DIED for fucks sake and they were sitting around talking like it was nothing? Their voices died down soon after your thought when a tapping on the glass behind you drew their attention.

Almost scared to do so you craned your neck round, fully prepared to scream and run for your life. The sight in front of you, however, made you want to jump for joy. You rushed forward to open the window and let the boy through.

He climbed through, brushing off his knees at the dust and stone that had accumulated on his knees during the impressive trip to your room. You didn't let him leave his attention on his legs for long, encasing him in an encapsulating hug.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, "I'm so sorry." You repeated those words like a mantra, over and over until he squeezed you back, his hand in your hair and on your back offering you reassurance.

"Shh... it's ok. I'm here, I'm here." He comforted you, not letting go of you.

"Kookie, I don't know what to do. Chae-yeon," you sobbed into his shoulder, leaving a wet patch in its place.

"It's not your fault, okay. It's not. We're going to survive for her, you hear me?" You nodded, pulling away to look at your best friend, so much love for him evident in your eyes.

A harsh cough from behind you made you jump as Nayeon, clad in her pink bobbled jumper went to speak.

"How do we know he's not infested with that zombie thing. He just got here? Get him out now!"

You were taken back at her words, the implication that Jungkook would have come if he had been bitten offending you.

"He's fine, Nayeon, leave him alone." You snapped, reaching for Jungkook's hand next to yours.

"Nayeon has a point, y/n. We don't know if he's safe or not. How about he sits in the recording booth for twenty minutes, and if nothing happens then he's safe? How does that sound?"

You sniffed in annoyance at Su-hyeok's suggestion but Jungkook nodded in agreement.

"That's fair. I'll see you in twenty, y/n." He tried to drop your hand but you clung on, not wanting to lose him again.

"I'm going in with you," you said to him before turning to everyone else, "I'm going in with him. If anyone gets bitten it'll be me."

Before anyone had a chance to argue with you you dragged yourself and Jungkook into the separate room which you had apparently turned into a designated quarantine zone.

"You didn't have to do that you know?" He looked up from the seat he had chosen.

"I couldn't leave you again. I was so scared without you y'know." You replied shyly.

"I love you so much y/n, you know that, don't you."

"Of course, you're my best friend Kookie."

"You know I mean it in a different way. I love you y/n. I always have."

You were shocked. That was the only thing you could think. You spaced out for a moment wondering what it meant. You had loved Jungkook since you were little, and not as friends. He had been your first crush who you had told Chae-yeon about but you had never expected him to return your feelings.

You blinked to find Jungkook close to your face.

"I love you, please say it back y/n."

"I love you Jungkook."

With your words Jungkook leaned in, and you mirrored him. Instead of his lips meeting your lips, however, you felt them brush your cheek. Then teeth. Then your skin was being ripped and oh my god. What was he doing. Oh my god. This wasn't real. No. No. No. No.

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lovelybarnes · 3 years

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talk- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, mentions of other avengers like tony stark, sam wilson, natasha romanoff, steve rogers, etc. warnings: suggestive content, making out about: y/n and bucky come up with a code. a/n: i came up with this due to a completely unrelated scene in pll

the code was never officially set up. the first time he said it and dragged you out of the room, you genuinely believed you’d be discussing something serious in the confines of the quinjet closet. you had crossed your arms as you waited for him to shut the door, barely able to look up at him and open your mouth to start talking before his lips crashed onto yours. “bucky-” you had mumbled through his lips, reciprocating anyway while your eyes fluttered closed because the taste of him was so purely addicting. “i thought you-” his arms looped around your waist to pull you closer, making a smile pull on your lips while you kissed him back, “needed to talk-” your words were cut off by a squeak when he pushed you against the wall, “to me.”

bucky pulled away from you to catch his breath, dropping his forehead against yours, his deep breathing filling the small space you were both occupying. “you just looked so pretty, doll,” he explained, his hand rubbing circles into your arm, “i had to get you alone somehow.”

you laughed breathily, reaching your hand out to caress the side of his face and kissing his nose. “so naughty,” you teased, “pretending like you need to talk to me just so you have an excuse to make out with me.” bucky shrugged, chasing your lips again with his, “can you blame me? look at ya, doll.”

you chuckled before tilting your head at him and tangling your fingers together, “okay,” you decided, “if either of us needs to be with the other for a little while, we’ll say we need to talk and sneak away. deal?” you offered, grinning when he nodded and kissed you again.

the next time is after a stressful mission, when most of the avengers sit in the jet, dirty and each angry at the other for mistakes and stupid things done wrong during the mission. you and bucky are seated across from each other, silent and itching to be closer together. there’s another argument beginning between steve and tony, and bucky cuts in after noticing the anxious bounce of your leg, “y/n, i need to talk to you,” he says tensely, making all eyes land on him, “in private,” he clarifies, and you nod before letting him pull you up by your wrist, dragging you to the bathroom.

the moment you get in, you expect it, but the butterflies come anyways when his lips smash onto yours, hands touching every part of you they can and completely disregarding how dirty you are from the past events of the mission. your face is littered with small cuts and stained with blood, but it doesn’t stop his flesh fingers from running along your jawline, and the mixture of blood and dirt on his own face is completely unimportant to you when your hands pull him closer.

“hmm, how do you still look so good after all of that?” he hums against you, repeatedly pressing kisses to your mouth while you giggle. “i could ask you the same thing,” you mumble in response, gasping lightly when one of his wandering hands collides with something loudly.

a knock interrupts his affection a minute later, making him pause, his face hovering above yours. “is everything okay in there?” natasha’s voice asks through the door, and you push bucky off you gently, trying to straighten you both up, “uh-” you clear your throat, “yeah, yeah, everything’s fine!” you assure, reaching out to fix bucky’s crooked collar, cocking your head in warning, although a smile grows on your lips, when he presses a kiss to your hand.

“alright, well, we’re landing in an hour, and tony and steve stopped arguing. you’ve been in there for a while.”

you cringe, squeezing bucky’s hand once more before nodding at him, trying to seem a lot more composed than you were.

you weren’t sure how a trained assassin and geniuses or enhanced individuals didn’t notice how your hair was a little more mussed up, and how bucky’s mood was considerably lighter after “talking to you” than before.

you were the one to give the code later, during a meeting where steve was trying to explain the logistics of a mission but couldn’t because everyone kept interrupting him to poke fun at his expense. bucky had his hair tied back in a bun you’d seen him make in the morning, a crooked smile on his face while he showed it off to you proudly. you hadn’t gotten the chance to tell him exactly how much you liked it, and, paired with the leather jacket he was wearing and the tight black jeans and shirt, your fingers were tingling to touch him.

bucky had just cut steve off for the third time to make fun of him, metal plates along his arm moving softly, making you swallow. “bucky. i need to talk to you in private,” you told him, ignoring the exasperated look steve was sending you and trying to make your voice as stern as possible. “uh, yeah, of course,” bucky nods, standing up. “we’ll be right back,” you excuse, sending a not-so-genuinely-apologetic look to steve and leading bucky out of the conference room. you can’t even wait until you both can sneak into a storage closet before you connect your lips, hand splayed on his chest as his own cup your cheek. “what’s gotten into you?” he questions, smirk playing on his lips while you peck them. “i like this whole look,” you inform him, fingers sneaking into his hair. “you know we could get caught?” he queries. you hum, continuing to kiss him, “we’ll just tell them the truth: that it’s your fault for looking so good.”

your ears catch movement in the conference room and you begrudgingly pull away from your boyfriend, the pads of your fingers rubbing at his kiss bitten lips in an effort to scrub the evidence of your own away. you hurriedly tell him to fix his hair while you smooth your shirt, other hand tucking away his loose strands behind his ear. you’re barely composed the second the door opens. “capsicle needs you both inside,” tony says, pausing and eyeing you both. you clear your throat and nod stiffly, walking back into the room with bucky at your tail. “what happened to telling them the truth?” he teases quietly enough for only you to hear.

you roll your eyes, your face heating.

bucky has been staring at you for the past half hour of the movie you and the rest of the avengers are watching. you can practically hear the words before they come out of his mouth, but your eyes remain glued on the screen, eyes nearly watering at the animated scene in front of you.

“y/n, i need to talk to you, alone,” he finally voices, and you force your eyes away from the screen enough to nod, avoiding the eyes of the rest of the avengers. you can hear sam’s quiet whisper of ‘ooh, someone’s in trouble,’ but choose to pretend you don’t as you leave the popcorn with wanda. “be right back,” you mumble, trailing behind bucky.

you’re in the kitchen this time, and his arms circle around your waist in no time, pulling you impossibly closer and slamming his lips against yours the moment he’s able to. humming, you wind your arms around his neck, fingers gently toying with the soft hair at the nape of his neck as his own vibranium ones rub circles into the skin of your waist. you squeak when he squeezes your hip, pushing you towards the counter until you are practically hanging off of his neck because of your wobbly knees.

neither of you hear when someone comes inside the kitchen, eyes on the floor while he begins talking, “hey you guys-” he cuts himself off when he notices the scene in front of him, grimacing. “oh,” sam realizes, before wrinkling his nose in distaste, “man, don’t do this in the kitchen, we make food here!” he complains, looking away while bucky puts you down, your eyes fluttering and lips swollen, hands wrapped around the counter.

“sorry,” you lie pathetically, still a little dizzy while bucky shoots a look at you and smirks. sam gags.

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Scotty Doesn’t Know

Pairings: Colson x Reader

Warnings/tags: smut, cheating

A/N: based off this old song Scotty Doesn’t know from the movie Euro Trip. Colson has a small lesser known band in this fic. https://youtu.be/7_AKr1BEajA

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��Does Scotty know you're here?” Colson asks as you unbuckle his pants

“No! What do you think I am? Stupid?” You question dropping to your knees.

“So, what’s your plan y/n, you just gonna string him along forever. C’mom already I want you to myself.”

You pull him free from the confines of his jeans “Can we talk about this later?”

“Y/N!” Colson scolds at your attempt to avoid the conversation for the umpteenth time.

“Sorry it’s not polite to talk with your mouth full,” you respond coyly before stuffing your mouth with him.

“God, you’re gonna be the death of me!” He groans, pushing your hair out of your face and wrapping it around his fist. “You’re lucky you’re so fucking good at this!” He grits between his teeth slowly rocking his pelvis as he holds you in place, your cheeks hollowing around him as you suck.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you quickly try to silence it with your free hand before Colson hears but it’s too late; he lets out an annoyed groan and you know he heard it— Knows who it is . You distract him, sucking him harder, faster and cupping his balls — you know he loves it when you play with them. He’s told you on occasion that your head game is so good it could make him forget his own name; you’re just hoping now that it’s good enough to forget your boyfriend just texted in the middle of it, because the last thing you wanna do is talk about it … again.

************

Long after you’ve swallowed him down, you’re content with yourself thinking just maybe you really did make him forget about the mid-head text from your boyfriend when all of a sudden he springs it on you. “Did you text him back?”

“Who?” You feign innocence.

“Y/N don’t play stupid, you know who!”

“Oh, Scotty?”

“Yes, fuckin-Scotty. Who else?”

“Yeah, I just said ‘sorry I missed your text I was at church.”

“CHURCH!” Colson chokes out a laugh. “Just because you were on your knees on a Sunday morning , doesn’t count as church. Why can’t you just tell him the truth and break up with him already?”

“He’s my best friend's brother. It’s complicated. She made me promise I wouldn’t break his heart.”

“Sooo fuckin’ me behind his back is your solution to that?”

“Until I can figure out a way to let him down easy and not destroy my relationship with my best friend, yeah.”

“Solid plan,” he says sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “Be a shame if he found out about us before then.”

“You wouldn’t!” You can’t tell if you're scolding or pleading .

“I might,” he smirks.

“Colson, please!” —Pleading, you’re definitely pleading.

“Oh, relax Y/N, I’m not gonna tell him— maybe just help the poor fuck figure it out on his own.

*********

By noon he’s got you on your knees again— hands and knees to be exact, pushing into you from behind.

“Oh fuck Colson, just like that!”

“Yeah, you like this dick, huh? Better than Scotty’s I bet!” He grips your hips roughly and snaps his hips forward. “Who fucks you better, him or me?” He taunts.

“You!” You answer without hesitation. He knows it’s the truth you’ve often complained about having to fake it with Scotty.

Just then your phone goes off blaring Scotty's ringtone

“Speak of the devil… Answer it!” He demands.

“Colson are you —?”

“I’m not playing — answer it or I’m not gonna let you finish!”

“Fuck— fine.” You reach down off the bed to the floor to retrieve your phone, while Colson keeps a firm grip on your waist, making sure he stays buried in your warm cunt. “Hel-lo” you answer, failing miserably to disguise how out of breath you are.

“Y/N? You alright?” Scotty questions.

“Sorry… umm yeah. I just—” you pause to suppress a moan “— I just ran to grab the phone.”

“Oh ok, I was just calling cuz the guys wanna take me out next weekend for my birthday but I didn’t know if you had anything planned for us already?”

Oh fuck, his birthday— you completely forgot. “Well… yeah, I did” you lie. “But it’s okay, go with your friends we can do something the weekend after.” You already have plans to attend one of Colson’s bands gigs this weekend anyways.

“Thanks, babe. You’re the best!”

Colson’s blood boils at the pet name. “Fuck” he drives his hips into you as hard as he can. Your teeth pierce into your lip as you bite back a moan.

“What was that!?” Scotty asks.

“The TV,” you answer quickly.

“Mmmm, you are so bad, baby,” Colson whispers into your flesh as he kisses between your shoulder blades. “I can tell you’re close, don’t hang up til you cum.”

“Oh whatcha watching?” Scotty inquires.

“Ummm… Horror movie— shit!” You choke out.

Colson brushes your hair of the nape of your neck and nuzzles into the crook.“C’mon baby, cum for me,”

“Must be really scary— you seem on edge.”

If he only knew how close to the edge you actually are right now .

“Yeah it’s really s— oh FUCK holy shit!” You scramble to hang up the phone as your orgasm hits; Colson’s following moments later.

“Uhh, Y/N! Fuck!” His moans are loud and exaggerated.

“I already hung up, dipshit!” You playfully punch him

In the arm after he pulls out.

You pick your phone back up and shoot Scotty a text ‘sorry, jump scare. I accidentally hung up.’

********************

“Five minutes til stage.” A voice announces from behind the backstage curtain. Today’s the day of Colson’s band's big gig, and coincidentally Scotty’s birthday.

“Perfect timing.” Colson smirks as he pulls his pants back up over his ass and you button your top. “Nothing like a little backstage quickie, before a show.” He kisses you then heads to the stage; you take side stage, hanging out near the crew and equipment.

“How we all doing tonight?!” Colson shouts into the mic. The crowd cheers lively in response. “Aight, that’s what I like to hear! I’m gonna start out with a new song about someone special; the sexiest little sex kitten I know!” He looks to you. “Y/N get your sexy little ass up here!”

You blush as you climb the few stairs that lead to the stage taking Colson’s outreached hand and he pulls you up. Your stomach sloshes with nerves and excitement, simultaneously eager to hear Colson’s song about you and concerned about this getting back to Scotty somehow. You try to push Scotty to the back of your mind and just enjoy Colson song about you … until it starts —

“Scotty doesn't know that Y/N and me

Do it in my van every Sunday

She tells him she's in church but she doesn't go

Still she's on her knees and Scotty doesn't know ”

Oh, Scotty doesn't know

So don't tell Scotty

Scotty doesn't know

So don't tell Scotty”

Your hand flies up to cover your gaping mouth as he continues to sing— each line more divulging than the last. You can’t help but laugh and decide to throw caution to the wind at this point and begin to jump and dance along. Colson sneaks up behind you as he reveals more and more of your secrets into the mic, wrapping a hand around your neck as he snaps his hips forward against your ass.

“I can't believe he's so trusting

While I'm right behind you thrusting

Y/N’s got him on the phone

And she's trying not to moan

It's a three-way call and he knows nothing, nothing”

It’s as Colson sings one of the songs most incriminating lines—“I did her on his birthday” — that you notice a familiar face in the crowd making their way to the front. “Which is today by the way” he ad libs.

“SCOTTY!!” You gasp.

“Oh shit it’s Scotty!” Colson announces and then opts for a lyric change — “Scotty does know , Scotty does know!”

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