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secretobsessionstuff · 2 years

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I know you've been getting tons of requests lately but can I suggest for later a very burpy Blair please? (no emeto, sfw) something is bothering her stomach and it gives her a really bad belly ache, just lots of tummy rubs and fluff :>

Thank you so much for your patience, anon! I hope you like it.

This is sfw but the ending got me feeling some type of way ;)

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Blair started the conversation on the other side of the couch. She and Dakota weren’t even touching. Halfway through the conversation, she had somehow appeared right next to him. But so far only their hands were touching.

She wasn’t big on PDA, and this was Shawn and Mateo’s apartment after all—it wouldn’t be polite for them to be on top of each other. Besides, the conversation was lively enough that Dakota was more focused on what they were talking about. He held her hands in his lap, but that was all.

Normally, Blair would be okay with the minimal amount of touching. She was content to just have his hand on her thigh or on her lower back. It was the little touches that reminded her that even when they were with other people, his mind was still on her. But that night she felt clingy and achy. And sleepy. Her head kept lolling forward and she had to resist the temptation to rest it on Dakota’s arm.

Heavy meals always made her tired. They had eaten fish and chips. Shawn had battered the fish himself and fried potatoes wedges to make homemade fries. Perhaps he was trying to make up for the last time they had dinner together. That night had ended early with Shawn on the kitchen floor, breathing through a panic attack.

The food was good, but Blair found it greasy. Of course, Dakota had cleaned his plate and moved onto Blair’s plate when he saw that she still had fries leftovers. She had not hesitated to push her plate closer to him. She was grateful for her boyfriend who never seemed to have a limit to his appetite. This way, Shawn and Mateo wouldn’t question the food leftover on her plate.

“Do you cook from scratch often?” Dakota asked Shawn as they ate ice cream in the living room. Blair had declined, saying she was full which wasn’t a lie. She just didn’t mention that the fullness came with a twinge of nausea.

Shawn looked down at his bowl of ice cream, “Only the easy stuff. We had a cook growing up and I picked up a few things. I used to make bread, cream soup, and pasta with my siblings but not so much anymore.”

Dakota gave Blair a nudge. “Damn, Bee, we need to make these dinners a weekly thing.”

Blair winced at the movement. So apparently, she hadn’t been able to resist the temptation of melting into her boyfriend. Her head was properly planted against his arm, and she could feel herself slowly sinking lower. Pretty soon she’d be using his lap as a pillow.

The rumbling in her belly was making her sluggish and uncomfortable. All this talk of food was not doing her any favours. She waited until Dakota’s attention moved back to Shawn and Mateo before letting out a burp, using his body to muffle the sound.

Dakota kept on talking about food, occasionally glancing down at her whenever she burped. He didn’t mention anything in front of their friends, but he gave her hand a small squeeze.

For most of the conversation, Blair zoned out. Dakota’s deep voice moved through his body, creating a muffled background noise from having her ear pressed up against him. She didn’t think her eyes were closed until someone said her name, snapping her out of her bellyache-induced daze.

“You sure you don’t want anything else, Blair?” It was Mateo asking. He was standing now in front of them with empty bowls of ice cream in his hands.

Blair sniffled and blinked her eyes open. “I’m good. Dinner really filled me up. I could fall asleep."

“Fair enough,” he said. “You do look quite tired.”

“Sorry,” she said, sketching out her neck.

“No worries. You can lie down in my room for a while if you want.”

Blair hesitated. The offer sounded nice, but she didn’t want to impose. “I’ll think about it.”

Mateo grabbed Dakota's dishes. “Sure, whatever you want.” He looked at Shawn.” “Will you help me in the kitchen?”

Blair and Dakota found themselves alone in the living room. In the sudden silence, Blair felt like the entire world could hear her belly gurgle as it tried to digest the greasy meal. Trapped air and food shifted nauseatingly inside of her. The momentary quiet was peaceful, and then Blair killed it by burping wetly into her hand.

“You’re doing that a lot,” Dakota remarked. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I think the food upset my stomach a little.”

“Do you want to leave?”

“No, it’s not that bad,” she said with a hand on his leg to keep him from standing up. “Besides, seems like you’re having a nice time.”

“I am, but if you’re sick—”

“—I’m not sick, just tired and full. I might actually take Mateo up on his offer.”

“What’s that now?” Mateo asked, walking back in the room with Shawn behind him.

Blair had to admit that she was exhausted so she explained that lying down for a bit would be nice. She was also exhausted of hiding how she felt. Mateo led her to his room. It was very clean and monochromatic. The bed was made with the sheets tucked in tightly. Nothing was out of place.

“It’s so tidy,” she said as she slowly sat on the edge of the bed.

“I mostly sleep with Shawn in his room.” He looked away awkwardly. “It’s not this clean, I assure you.”

Blair nodded. She bowed her head when another burp travelled up her throat. Mateo was politely staring at the ground when she looked back up. She cleared her throat and shuffled to the head of the bed where crisp clean pillows awaited her head.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked. “You’re paler than usual.”

“Yeah.” Blair didn’t want to say anything about the food because they had been nice enough to make it. “Thanks for letting me rest here for a bit.”

Mateo gave her a smile. He understood his cue to leave, turning off the light as he did.

Blair sighed and curled up on the mattress. She didn’t get under the blankets because that seemed invasive somehow. And she was warm enough as it was. That whole ordeal left her cheeks pink and hot. Each burp that escaped past her lips made her anxious that someone would notice how uncomfortable she felt. Dakota noticed obviously, but it was her friends that she worried about.

Now as she rested in Mateo’s room, her worries drifted to the ache in her middle. It was a dull pain that radiated up her throat. Her stomach was not used to overly greasy food and it was vocal about its disapproval. Each burp made her shiver and hug her knees tighter to her chest. There was a throw blanket at the end of the bed which did she did end up using to cover her legs.

Blair wasn’t sure how long she slept for—or if she even slept—when the bedroom door creaked open. The persistent ache in her belly told her it must not have been a long nap. Dakota’s head peeked into the room.

He silently came in and crawled his way up the bed. He dragged his hand along her body and let it come to a rest in the dip of her waist. “You awake?” he whispered. Blair mumbled a yes. “How are you feeling?”

“Bloated,” she said. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to check on you,” Dakota replied as if it were obvious. And it was obvious because she had clearly been feeling very bad. As he rested his hand on her stomach, he realized that he was right to check on her, and that she was right about being bloated. He reached further down the side of belly, feeling just how full she really was. “Oh Bee—”

“I know. It hurts a lot and I keep needing to burp but it’s not helping much.” She shifted around on the bed, making the blankets bunch up under her. Then she remembered that this wasn’t her bed. “You left Mateo and Shawn by themselves?”

“Well, who else was I going to leave them with?” he chuckled but Blair did not laugh back. Her body stayed as rigid as a stone. “It’s fine. We were playing a video game, so they’re distracted.”

“You should—hic—go back,” she mumbled in between a hiccup. The hiccup got caught in her chest and came out as a strangled burp. She moaned and put her hand over Dakota’s that was on her stomach.

“Mhm,” Dakota hummed, “I think I should stay right here.” His voice was husky as he continued to whisper. Blair shivered at his breath on the back on her neck. “Let me help.” And he started making circles with his hand.

Blair closed her eyes again. His touch was soft and soothing. She let Dakota rub her stomach for a while. Her breathing was beginning to even out when a loud wet gurgle moved through her belly. Without warning, a burst from her mouth. “Ugh, I’m—”

“—Shh, don’t say you’re sorry. You’re fine.” The soothing circles slowed down as Dakota thought about something. “Did that help?”

“A little.”

“There’s a lot of trapped gas in here, isn’t there?” Dakota said, unaware that Blair’s face was heating up. “Maybe I can make it happen again.” He gave her tummy a small push which immediately elicited another burp from the pit of her stomach. Blair exhaled deeply, feeling the first taste of relief.

“There you go,” Dakota said. He traced more circles on her middle before daring to push again. “Let’s see if there’s one more.”

Blair gasped as he pushed harder this time. This one worked wonders. She let out a deep belch that brought with it the taste of dinner. But it made her so much lighter. She swore she could feel her belly deflate and relax against Dakota’s touch.

“Good girl,” Dakota said, kissing the back of her neck.

Blair sighed and melted into her boyfriend. She felt as if she would float off the bed if it weren’t for Dakota’s arm over her body. He stopped pushing and simply traced along her tummy with his fingertips until she was ready to leave.

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whumpshaped · 2 years

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an rp forced me to realise that seth can in fact be a very good bf. very stupidly in love. and bc i think pumpkin wouldve deserved that love, heres an au where they get it. almost. kind of. i'd need a few hundred more words to get to the part where pumpkin becomes a very trusted pet and they kinda become official and all that and some lovey dovey shit and pumpkin (dub)consensually getting whumped- anyway. idk dude this is just to give u a vague idea if ur interested

tw general ksw stuff, kidnapping, pet whump, implied dubcon, manipulation, intimate whumper, stocholm syndrome, no idea what else my brain is fried

“Can I help you?”

The person on Seth's doorstep was tiny, made to seem even smaller by their baggy clothes. They were fidgeting with the hem of their sweater anxiously, looking anywhere but them. He would've lied if he'd said they weren't a little cutie, though.

“I… I realise this is very weird, I do, and I’m so sorry in advance. We, we know each other…” The kid took a deep breath, trying to compose themself. “I… I’m pumpkin anon? I… I started messaging you on Halloween night and so I started signing off with a pumpkin, and we kept talking, and, and…”

Seth leaned against the doorframe, a lazy smile on their lips. “It’s you, huh?”

Pumpkin anon. The little freak who kept sending all those asks about wanting to be his whumpee. A toy, a punching bag, a pretty doll on a shelf. When he leaked his address that day, he wasn't sure Pumpkin would truly bite, that they'd just up and leave whatever city they were originally from to meet a stranger from the internet who had only ever said that they would love to hurt them.

Intriguing, at the very least.

"Come in."

Their eyes snapped up to meet his, confused but so, so hopeful. Oh, they looked like a little fawn. Adorable. "C-Can I really?"

"Is this too light a start for you? Should I have grabbed you by the hair and dragged you inside?" Seth raised a brow, and Pumpkin quickly shook their head, a blush spreading across their cheeks.

"Thank you," they said quietly as they sneaked past him, allowing Seth to finally close the door. And lock it. Discreetly.

"So you caught my address that day. When I leaked it for you."

Pumpkin spun around with their eyes wide. "F-For me? Wh- I-"

"Oh, don't act so innocent. You told me you would come here, I said I would take you in if you did. And then, coincidentally, I leaked my address. You couldn't have possibly thought it was just your luck." Seth backed them up against the closed kitchen door, grinning. "I must say, I didn't think you'd actually do it. I didn't think you were so fucked in the head. Fucking stalker."

"I'm sorry," they squeaked, and it took all of Seth's willpower not to just rip them apart right then and there.

"That's not gonna cut it." They slammed a hand against the door, right next to Pumpkin's head, the wood rattling loud as thunder. The poor kid teared up.

"I'm sorry, I'm, I'm s-so sorry, please, S-Sir, I- I really am sorry- please..."

Seth's other hand quickly found its way under Pumpkin's chin, tilting their head up. God, they were so fucking small. Fragile. Breakable. Just asking to be used and ruined. But there was also something else beneath the innocent look... something rotten. The darker part that allowed them to take full advantage of an 'accidental' doxxing, the sick masochist that wanted to be hurt so badly that they were willing to risk Seth calling the police on them.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" they asked, softer, coaxing the truthful answer from them. "That's why you came here in the first place. To be talked down to. To be threatened. Would you even care if I was a twisted serial killer, about to brutally murder you?"

Pumpkin swallowed thickly, struggling to form the words. They were terrified, terrified that it was all true, terrified that he really was a serial killer, and terrified to give the wrong answer.

"Don't even think about lying to me, Pumpkin."

The nickname made them break out in goosebumps all the way down their neck, paired with the implications of the statement. They jerkily shook their head. Not enough.

Seth shifted their hold on them, grabbing their face properly. "I said, would you, sick little stalker freak, even care if I turned out to be an equally as fucked serial killer?"

"N-No, S-Sir," they choked out finally. "I- I don't-" Tears started running down their rosy cheeks, staining both their own clothes and Seth's hands. "I don't have a-anything to go b-back to. D-Don't- d-don't have anyone. N-No one w-would even-" their voice broke and they hiccuped, looking like they were about to have a panic attack. "m-miss me... n-no one- no one would-"

Seth mercifully clamped a hand over their mouth, shutting them up and sparing them the agony of having to say any more out loud. "Poor thing," he cooed, slowly letting up and instead pulling them closer, into a gentle hug. "Poor, lost little thing. Whatever shall I do with you?"

Pumpkin clung to them desperately, now openly crying into their shirt. Now that Seth was holding them, really holding them, he could feel just how thin they were under all those layers. Not an ounce of fat, not an ounce of muscle, nothing but bones and misery.

"We'll work something out, hm?"

Pumpkin had spent that first night in the tiny cage utterly ashamed and horrified. But the feelings melted away quickly as the hours turned into days, and the days into weeks. Seth was keeping them in a cage for the nights, chained by the ankle at daytime, forcing them to do all the chores and slapping them around when they were too slow.

Surely, that would've made anyone else go insane. So why? Why was it making them fall deeper and deeper in love with the man?

The cage was safe, and Seth allowed them to have the comfort of keeping their plushie. The cuff secured to their ankle was padded, a small mercy they could only be grateful for. The chores made them feel useful, like they were in a way paying for the roof over their head and the scraps of food on their plate. God, they wished they could at least be mad about being hit, instead of blushing and muttering stupid apologies and-

"Fetch me something to drink, won't ya?"

Pumpkin scrambled to obey, almost tripping over their chain. There were several options readily available, and they didn't want to bother their captor by asking which one they wanted. They grabbed a monster and hurried back, presenting it with shaking hands.

They flinched when Seth reached for them, expecting to be hit once more. Instead, he ruffled their hair absentmindedly.

"Thanks, love." Pumpkin's heart skipped a beat. Love. "Wanna read through what I have so far?"

"Y-Yes, please."

Seth grabbed them by the wrist and yanked them down, positioning their small body however they saw fit. In just a moment they were already sitting on his lap, staring at an unpublished draft, titled 'Carving pumpkins'.

They were sure their heart was about to stop forever.

"Let me know what you think," Seth murmured into their neck, making them shiver. "Wouldn't wanna disappoint my number one fan."

Pumpkin forced themself to focus, reading through paragraph upon paragraph about a whumpee eerily similar to them. Seth had never cut them like that before. Was he making them read this as foreshadowing? Was it a threat?

They were anxiously bouncing their leg until Seth placed a hand on their thigh, making them freeze. They couldn't concentrate. They were scared, they were terrified, they didn't want to be a carved little pumpkin with a candle shoved down their throat. Please, god, please don't let that all happen, just this once, let this be an empty promise-

"Is it good?" Seth slipped a hand under their shirt, tracing tiny circles onto their skin.

"V-Very," they whispered.

"Mmm... Glad you like it." Seth rested his chin on their shoulder, skimming through some lines before turning his head and burying his face in the crook of their neck. "I've always been bad at it. Pumpkin carving."

Pumpkin didn't believe that for a second. Seth was perfect. Seth was good at just about everything. They had no idea whether they wanted someone good or bad scooping out their insides, though. Preferably neither.

"Relax, Pumpkin. This one's not getting carved." Seth knocked on their head, and Pumpkin could feel their smirk against their skin. "Would be easy, though. Not much to scoop out."

They let out a shaky sigh, the insult completely escaping them. They would live another day. Seth chuckled and kissed their neck, making them instinctively bare it even more for easy access.

"Y'know what I'm good at?" Pumpkin whimpered in surprise as Seth bit down, eyes fluttering closed. "Pumpkin craving."

#anyway #is this coherent #idk #head hurty and spinny #meh #writer whumper #pumpkin baby #kidnapping #pet whump #dehumanisation #intimate whumper

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drfitzmonster · 3 years

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Since your brain is too deep fried for mommates right now maybe if you still feel like writing something do a deep fried crack fic. Fried chicken, chicken fried steak, fish fry, fried turkey, fair food in general, etc. Just all the fried things a Kryptonian with an iron-clad stomach and the metabolism of a god might mow through and her long-suffering wife's search for one. Single. Vegetable. Somewhere. Please.

The unmistakable smell of deep fried food hit Lena as soon as she entered the building, and it only increased in intensity the closer she got to the apartment she shared with a journalist from another planet who had a particular propensity for junk food. The smell was particularly strong in the elevator, and Lena couldn’t help but imagine her favorite Kryptonian trying to press the button for their floor while loaded down with an obscene number of precariously stacked fast food containers.

When she opened the door to their apartment she was hit with the scent of fried things, full on, which was emanating from the mountains of food that were piled on every available surface in the kitchen. In the middle of it all was Kara, with a drumstick that could have come from a small theropod in one hand and what appeared to be an Archimedes’ screw made out of potato in the other.

She wielded them like a rod and scepter. Sitting on her throne at the bar, she was Lena’s very own king of Candyland.

“So,” Lena said as she shrugged her jacket off and tossed her purse and briefcase onto the couch, “what are we celebrating or lamenting this evening?”

Kara shrugged and smiled, her face shiny with grease. “It’s just been a long week,” she paused to take a bite off her drumstick before continuing, “and I figured we could use a treat.”

Lena toed off her heels and came to join Kara, standing behind her and wrapping her arms around her midsection. “This is quite a treat you’ve amassed here,” she said softly, kissing Kara’s temple and resting her chin on her shoulder. “Tell me what wonderful things you got us.”

Kara knocked her head gently into Lena’s and sighed happily. “Smoked turkey leg,” she announced, holding it up, “and twister dog!” Kara held it out for Lena.

She took an experimental bite, surprised by how good it tasted. “Wait, I want another,” she said, as Kara tried to pull it away.

Kara just laughed and let her take another quick nibble before she took her own, massive bite. “I knew you’d like it.”

“What else do we have?”

“We have,” Kara used her potato scepter to point at various items as she spoke, “cheese on a stick, donut burger, funnel cake, fried pizza, fried beer, fried butter—”

“How do you fry butter?”

“Magic?”

“And beer?”

“Dark magic.”

“I’m sure it’s not magic. Witchcraft maybe.” She hummed, considering the deep fried feast before her. “Let me try the beer. That can’t be real.”

Kara passed one her way.

Lena took a bite and by god it tasted like beer— a weak American lager— but beer nonetheless. “That was interesting, ok.”

Kara popped two in her mouth, chewed once, and made a face. “Gross.” She swallowed and then shook her head.

Lena laughed. “Why did you even get those? You hate the taste of beer.”

“I don’t know. I thought you might like them, since you drink and everything.”

“I like properly poured Guinness and single pot still whiskey, not raviolis filled with Budweiser.”

“Well, how about some bacon to cleanse your palate?”

Lena tried chocolate covered bacon, chicken fried bacon, and bacon wrapped mac and cheese balls before they moved on to other fare. Lena had no idea so many types of candy could be battered and deep fried. She finally had to throw in the towel after the jelly beans, which were, in a word, abominable.

She did, however, enjoy the oreo, especially since Kara zapped it with her heat vision so it was nice and gooey and warm when she tried it.

“As lovely as all of this is, I think I need to eat something with a vegetable in it.”

“Don’t worry I got you vegetables.”

“You did? Well that was sweet of you.”

“Yeah, see,” Kara presented a box to Lena, beaming proudly.

Lena cautiously opened the lid, and then immediately shut it again. “What is that?” she asked, unable to keep herself from frowning.

“Porkabella bombs!”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s a portobello mushroom cap, stuffed with chicken and cheese, wrapped in bacon, battered, and deep fried.”

“Kara, no.”

“I thought you loved mushrooms,” Kara said, pouting.

“I do, Kara, and it was so sweet of you to think of me, but that is not what I meant when I said I needed to eat something with a vegetable in it.”

Kara burst out laughing. “I know! That’s why I got you one of those gross salads you like. It’s in the fridge. I just wanted to see the look on your face.”

Lena scowled.

“That’s the one,” Kara turned and pulled Lena onto her lap, kissing her messily.

“You’re covered in powdered sugar,” Lena laughed into Kara’s mouth as they kissed. She tasted like grease and chocolate and everything Lena had ever wanted.

Kara stood with Lena in her arms. “Time for dessert.”

“What could you possibly want to eat after all of that?”

Kara smirked. “You.”

“Oh. Carry on, then.”

#supercorp #i wrote a little ficlet #thank you deep fried anon i hope you like what i came up with #drfitzmonster writes gay stuff sometimes #Anonymous

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some-messed-up-writing-for-you · 3 years

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Hi! I'm the anon that asked for any requests you are comfortable or not with, first of all, thanks for answer my question! And second, would you be so kind to write about a male villain confessing his feelings to a female hero with some sexual tension in the middle and then if you want that the thing ends up in something nsfw, please?^^

Request #24

Warning: nsfw.

Man, this one came out long, but I'm hella happy with it! Also, having the characters have different genders really made the writing easier, so I'm probably gonna be doing that more often, lmao.

Enjoy, dear anon!

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"Ugh! Why are you like this?!" - Hero exclaimed, frustrated as she threw another punch in the villain's direction. He dodged it with ease and caught her wrist, swiftly bringing her closer and landing a hit on her face.

Disoriented, the hero couldn't do anything as Villain pinned her against the wall, her arms held above her head. They were both panting, gasping for air from the exhausting fight that had led them to this point. She tugged at her wrists, trying to break free, but his grip was unyielding.

"Why am I like what?" - the villain asked, making Hero's blood boil even more.

"Don't play dumb!" - she growled out, snarling angrily. "You've been doing this shit for weeks now!"

Before Villain could question her more, the hero lunged her head forward and bit him on the face, catching him off guard. His grip loosened, and his nemesis was quick to take advantage of it. She freed her arms, grasped onto him, and threw them both to the ground.

They thrashed around, rolling all over the dusty floor of the abandoned warehouse they were in until eventually, Hero found herself on top of her enemy, straddling his hips, pinning down his wrists on either side of his head.

Now, even more tired, they glared at each other. The woman decided to voice her frustrations further. "Every. Fucking. Day." - she started.

"Every fucking day, you've been doing whatever you can to waste my time and force me out into the field."

The villain grit his teeth. "I'm not doing this to waste your time."

"Oh, yeah? Then why-" - the hero was never able to finish talking as Villain jutted his hips and threw her off balance. He rolled them both over, swapping their places so that he was on top.

"BECAUSE I WANTED TO SEE YOU!" - the villain exclaimed without thinking, too frustrated to think twice before speaking.

She gaped at him, trying to understand his words. "You-? W-What?"

He faltered, regret starting to eat away at him. He should not have said that. He should not have said-

They switched places again. Hero was on top of Villain, and- ah, shit- he hadn't realized just how close she was- how- how intimate this felt...

A blush threatened to take over his face, but he fought against it, successfully keeping it at bay. Or at least, he was successful until the hero decided to hover her face right in front of his own.

Suspicious, she questioned, "What do you mean you 'wanted to see me?'"

"I- I uh..." - what the hell was happening?! Since when did he stutter?! He couldn't come up with a reasonable answer, and he refused to tell the truth. So, he just shut his mouth.

She waited a few more seconds, hoping he would answer. But silence and shifty eyes were all that she got.

"Villain, c'mon! What is up with you recently?" - Hero tried again, but the villain still refused to talk. He wasn't even looking at her anymore.

Annoyed, she held down his wrists with one hand while the other grabbed his chin, tilting his head and catching his attention. Their eyes locked, and she swore his pupils were more dilated than usual.

"You've just been acting so weird lately! And, I- I just-" - she stopped, furrowing her eyebrows as she got lost in thought. Was... Was Villain blushing? This was all so- so unlike him!

His pupils are wide, he doesn't want to look at her, and he said he was doing all of this because he 'wanted to see her?' What did any of this mean?! And what the hell is poking her in the-

A blush assaulted her face as the dots suddenly connected, her lips forming into a thin line as she looked down at their touching crotches.

She looked back at him. His face was even brighter, a look in his eyes.

Hero's brain scrambled to break the silence, but her words did not want to cooperate. "I- Do- Do you- Are you-"

"I like you!" - Villain blurted out. He could feel the sweat going down the side of his face as the hero above him became stunned.

"I- I really uh- really like you." - he said again.

Breaking out of her daze, she responded, "Uh... Yeah, I- I can tell."

...

Holy shit, this was awkward.

...

The hold on his chin had loosened at some point, and he looked away again. She broke the silence once more. "How long?"

He almost choked on his spit, looking back to her. "H-Huh?"

"How long have you uh... had feelings for me?"

Oooh, right.

"I- I don't know..." - he admitted. "It just... kind of... happened somewhere along the line...?"

She took a deep breath as if steeling herself for something. Oh, God, what will she say? This is the part where she calls him a weirdo and runs away, isn't it?

"It's... nice to know I'm not the only idiot around here then."

...

"What?"

Clearing her throat, Hero shily muttered, "I- I like you too."

Villain was pretty sure his brain had just short-circuited. Did- Did he hear that right?

"I- You- You like me back?"

She nodded in reply. He was still shocked that this was happening. What were they supposed to do now? Fight? He didn't really want to fight. He had some... other activities on the mind.

Sighing internally, Villain did his best to collect his thoughts. Someone had to move this conversation forward, and it seemed like the hero wouldn't be the one to do it.

"Do you... still want to fight?" - he asked. She looked at him a bit puzzled before her equally fried mind caught up. "I mean- I just... don't really feel like it anymore."

"Uh... Y-Yeah, alright." - she responded, releasing her grip and carefully moving off him so that their crotches wouldn't brush against one another. The villain sat up, and they both remained there on the ground, playing with the dust to keep themselves distracted.

...

It was quiet again. Villain almost groaned, angry with himself. He wanted to say something, but- How was he supposed to say this? It's not like he could just-

"Do you wanna fuck?" - Hero suddenly blurted out, and he sputtered, unable to respond like a functioning human being.

She panicked a bit. "S-Sorry! Uh- Too- Too forward?"

"Y-Yes! I- I mean no! I- I mean-" - he buried his face in his hands. Why was this so difficult?! He was an adult! Both of them were!

Wait- An adult, yes! Just- Think, Villain. How would a sensible adult proceed in this situation?

He uncovered his eyes, taking a look around. They were both on the ground, covered in sweat, dirt, and decades-old dust. They had gotten some good hits on each other, so they had some bruises and cuts.

So, if they were to... have sex - he still couldn't believe this was happening - the most responsible thing to do would probably be... going elsewhere...? But where? To one of their houses, perhaps?

Villain sighed audibly, catching the hero's attention. "Do you... want to come over to my place?"

Her eyes widened, and her face burned brighter at his question. He added frantically, "O-Or we could go to your place! Or- Or no place at all! We could just forget this ever happe-!"

He froze as fingers pressed against his lips, silencing him. He looked at her again. She smiled nervously before saying, "W-We can't forget about this. We could try, but..."

Her eyes traveled up and down his body quickly, studying him, and he couldn't help but shiver under her gaze. "...I'm pretty sure we would both fail miserably."

She pulled her hand back, and he already missed her touch.

"So..." - she started. "...Your place...?"

"S-Sure." - Villain managed to answer. He lifted himself off the ground and offered her his hand, which she took. Upon pulling her up, their bodies lightly collided, Hero's hands landing on his chest to steady herself and one of the villain's hands catching her by the waist. They silently stood there for a moment, blushing as if they had never touched another person, before swiftly separating.

With some awkward coughs and clearing of throats, they were on the move again, working together so they wouldn't get seen.

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"This is your house?" - the hero asked, looking around. The tension between them had eased a bit since they left the warehouse. "I won't lie, I always imagined it to be... a lot less normal than this."

Villain snorted at that. "What, were you expecting red string and cork boards?"

She didn't answer, only biting the inside of her cheek and crossing her arms, making him chuckle a bit before getting back on track. He led her through the house, arriving at a bathroom. "I think it'd be best if we got cleaned up a bit since we've been rolling around in dirt and whatnot all day."

"Why, Villain. Are you being responsible?" - Hero asked playfully. He gave her an "Oh- shush." before showing her where everything was. A smile crept onto his face regardless; he had missed their casual banter.

"Now, I have another bathroom upstairs connected to my bedroom, so once you're done, you can uh... you can join me... I guess..."

"Smooth." - she replied teasingly, getting a blush from him. "I got one more question, though."

"Yes?"

She grinned, looking forward to his reaction. "What am I supposed to wear?"

Villain seemed to freeze for a moment before it registered in his brain that Hero did not, in fact, have any spare clothing to put on. His blush worsened tenfold, and she laughed.

Through her giggles, she asked, "Do you want me to just come upstairs nake-?"

"Bathrobe! Yup! There's uh- There's one right there!" - he blurted out, not letting her finish. She looked to where he was pointing, and there was indeed a bathrobe hanging there, next to some towels.

She gave another small chuckle. "Alright."

Turning back to him, she lightly bit her lip and gave him a look, tracing a finger along his jawline. "But you better wear one too~."

Hero didn't realize a person could blush this badly. For the poor villain's sake, she kept her giggles in this time, letting him respond. "Y-You got it!"

With that, Villain left. He walked out calmly, but a few seconds later, she still heard him sprint down the hall and couldn't keep her laughter to herself.

As he moved up the stairs - way too quickly for it to be normal - he silently cursed himself. Why was he acting like such an idiot?! He had sex before! This was nothing new!

No, no, it's not that this was new or something. It wasn't his fault! It was Hero's!

Hero with her stupid smile that made his knees weak, and her dumb laughter that made his heart flutter, and- and...

...

Has Villain ever felt like this before? Has he ever... fallen for someone like this?

Perhaps before he had become the villain, but... that was a long time ago. He no longer remembered anything from that part of his life. He only remembered the now. He only remembered his fights with Hero.

As he arrived at his bedroom's bathroom, he smiled. The woman really had taken over his mind, hadn't she? She was incredible, no other like her. And amazingly enough, she returned his feelings too.

The villain stripped free of his ruined clothing and hopped into the shower. Rubbing soap onto his dirtied skin, he pondered on that thought. Did she truly feel the same way? What if this was... just some elaborate trick...?

He faltered for a moment, having not considered such an option. What if the hero wanted to catch him off guard...? While he was vulnerable...?

He shook his head. No, that couldn't be the case. He knew her. He knew how her real laughter sounded. He knew how she looked when she was acting, pretending to be happy. And this... this was no act.

Hero loved him back.

Villain knew that. His mind just enjoyed tormenting him sometimes.

As he scrubbed at his scalp and hair, he returned to the present. Hero was here, in his house, and they were basically about to have sex together. His face flushed red again as another thought crossed his mind. Who...

Who would be on top...?

...

Honestly, the villain was fine with being either but... he'd be lying if he said Hero didn't look hot as hell on top of him.

Dear Lord, he was getting turned on just thinking about how she had pinned him down earlier.

...

He really needed to get out of the shower already. Getting back on track, he fully rinsed himself and turned the water off. Hurriedly, he grabbed a towel and dried himself off. Once done with that, he wrapped himself in a bathrobe identical to the one downstairs. It was soft and warm. It helped calm him.

Taking a deep breath, he gripped the door's handle and opened it. Upon doing so, Villain was met with the sight of Hero casually lying on his bed, loosely wrapped in her bathrobe. He could see her cleavage and- shit, he was staring-

Looking away and clearing his throat, he closed the bathroom door.

"Took your sweet time in there, huh?" - she asked with that playful expression back on her face once more. The villain went to respond, but she smirked and continued. "Didn't start the fun without me, did you~?"

"N-No." - he said, and she chuckled at his nervousness. Why was he like this? This was his house and his bed that Hero was lying on! She was just being so confident and... and taking charge and...

She grinned wider, amused as she looked at his crotch. He also looked.

...

Shit.

Well, if that didn't make it obvious he was enjoying this...

...

He looked back up at Hero, and she wiggled her finger at him, beckoning him to come and join her. He silently obliged, crawling onto the bed and sitting in front of her. She was leaning against the headboard, soft pillows arranged so that they would support her back.

The hero scooted forward a bit. Feeling daring, Villain copied her and gasped as he suddenly found himself under her. She had grabbed him and switched their places before he could react, pressing him against the headboard and straddling him.

He stammered, trying to come up with something to say, but grew silent as Hero cradled his cheek. Her thumb rested on his lips as she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "I hope you weren't planning on being the top~?"

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he answered, breathless, "No... I wouldn't have this any other way..."

She grinned at him, eyes half-lidded as she tangled her hands in his hair. He sighed, relaxing under her touch as she brought their lips together in a soft kiss. Villain's arms wrapped around her waist, bringing her closer.

A moan hummed in his throat as Hero's hands trailed down his chest and landed on his bathrobe's belt. Slowly, teasingly, she untied it, the fabric loosening around him, letting her slip it off him, exposing his body to her.

Shivers coursed through the villain as her hands glided along his bare skin. He wanted to feel her too. His hands traced her curves, sneaking towards her belt. As his fingers brushed against it, she caught his wrists, scolding him lightly. "Ah, ah. Not allowed~."

He opened his mouth to protest, but only a gasp left him as one of her hands went to his cock. The hero's fingers brushed against it, her touch feather-light, experienced. Villain grasped at the bedsheet below them, breath coming out uneven as she slowly stroked him.

Even as she drew pleasured mewls from him, she took a moment to admire his shaft. It was a decent length, not the biggest one out there, but certainly above the average. It was just right for her, and she complimented so, whispering in his ear again, "You're the perfect size~. And it looks so nice too~."

He shuddered at her words, and she moved her face in front of him once more. Their mouths locked again, her free hand grabbing the back of his head, pulling him in. She seized his bottom lip in her teeth, nibbling on it gently. Her tongue asked for entrance, and he let her in, deepening the kiss. She explored the inside of his mouth, memorizing every nook and cranny.

Villain sucked in a sharp breath as Hero's hand stopped, and her thumb began running small circles on the tip of his dick, smearing pre-cum across it. As their lips parted again, they gasped for air. Another smile graced her features as he begged. "F-Fuck! Hero, please, can I touch you? Please."

The woman hummed, considering his plea. She adored the needy look on his face, the way his fingers twitched around the clutched bed sheets, desperate for contact. The hero gave a small chuckle. "Well, since you asked so nicely~."

With the permission given, the villain's hands immediately moved to strip her free of her robe. She laughed some more at his haste before kissing him again. Low moans left them both as they touched and teased each other. His hands trailed down her spine, making her arch into him and raising more pleasured sounds from her.

Showing her approval, Hero stroked Villain a few times, her movements swift and firm, drawing another shudder from him. They separated for air again, her hands moving up to cradle his face as she suggested, "How about we get to the fun part now~?"

His hands trailed to her hips, his mouth opened to reply, but he suddenly pulled back, looking as if he just remembered something. "Oh, hold on."

The hero watched curiously as he leaned to the side of the bed towards a nightstand. The villain opened one of the drawers and pulled something out of it. She gave an amused snort once the two objects entered her vision.

"What?" - he asked as she giggled again, looking between her, the bottle of lube and condom in his hands.

"I don't get to see you being a responsible adult very often. It's cute." - she admitted, making him blush once more without fail.

He grumbled under his breath, but the smile on his face told her there was no bite behind it. She took the small bottle from him and moved back a bit. Villain paid her no mind, focused on getting the condom out of its package and slipping it on. Once he successfully finished his task, he looked up again.

His dick twitched at the sight that greeted him. Hero was sitting on the other end of the bed, her legs spread wide as she poured some lube onto her throbbing sex. She gasped lightly as the cold substance made contact and then used her hand to tease at her folds.

The villain watched as she slipped a finger inside herself, slowly moving in and out. His own hand went to his cock, stroking himself as he grew entranced by the show. He matched her pace, and she groaned quietly as she slipped a second finger in, stretching herself in preparation.

Their eyes locked, and they stayed that way for a little bit, pleasuring themselves and listening to one another's soft gasps and moans. Eventually, Hero's impatience got the best of her. She pulled her fingers out and crawled over to Villain.

Grabbing onto his shoulders, she positioned herself at his dick, and he held her by the waist, giving her some additional support. They inhaled shakily in unison as she took in the tip of his cock. She moved down slowly, letting herself adjust to his size, and he made no complaints, haphazardly leaving small pecks on her face, which got another giggle out of her.

Once he was fully sheathed inside of her, he ran his hands down her thighs, making her shiver and pull him into another kiss. Her touch trailed over his sides to his hips and then back up to cradle his head. His own hands moved up her body, one grasping her breast, squeezing and kneading while the other moved to get tangled in her hair.

Experimentally, the hero moved her hips forward, making them both moan against one another, the sound muffled by their connected lips. Leisurely, she began moving up and down, setting a calm pace, the slight pain of being stretched around him fading into pleasure. Their mouths parted again, and quickly, they got lost in their lust and each other's eyes.

She sped up, their skin beginning to slap together, sounding across the room but still drowning in their moans and mewls. As their pleasure began to build up inside their guts, their hands traveled without a set destination, wanting to feel as much as they could.

A gasp left Hero's lips as Villain's shaft hit the right spot, and she angled herself, focusing on it and moving even faster, her breasts bouncing in rhythm with her rapid pace. Thrust after thrust, their breathing swiftly turned shaky, chaotic. Their minds grew frantic as their orgasms approached them.

The hero's head tilted back, and she tightly held onto the villain's shoulders as release washed over her. His name left her lips in a low moan that echoed in his head, and it didn't take long for him to come as well, Hero's name leaving him in an identical manner.

Coming down from their highs, they slowed down, enjoying the pleasure for a bit longer with some calm thrusts and movements. They locked in a soft, short kiss before eventually parting and coming to a stop. Together they gasped for air and took a moment to rest as sweat dripped down their bodies.

Once she had regained some energy, Hero slid off Villain, making them both shudder at the feeling. She collapsed on the bed beside him, and soon, he copied her, lying down next to her. The two remained like that for a few minutes, calming their racing hearts and basking in the afterglow.

A small chuckle caught the villain's attention, and he turned his head towards the hero. She gave him a lazy smile before explaining her giddiness. "Looks like we'll need another shower."

He gave her a chuckle of his own before an idea crossed his mind. "Well, I do have a jacuzzi tub..."

With a grin that Hero considered too charming for Villain's own good, he offered, "Wanna take a bath together~?"

She giggled fondly. "Sure."

And then, together, off they went to get cleaned up again.

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machine-gun-casie · 3 years

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Funnel Cakes, Ferris Wheels, And Some Feelings

anon: A fluffy best friends to lovers concept with MGK where he and the reader spend the day at the carnival and end up admitting their feelings for each other on the Ferris wheel👉🏼🥺👈🏼

wc: 2.3k

tw: bad driving, food, a tik tok song if u squint.

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“Colson, please.” You whined, dragging out the ‘please’.

“I already said no.” He spoke monotonously without looking up from his phone. You pouted and gave him your best puppy eyes. “Stop with that shit you do with your eyes. It’s cute, but it’s not cute enough.”

“Then what is cute enough?” You threw your head back to add to the dramatics. “I really wanna go, but a carnival is no fun alone. I mean, I’m guessing.”

“You’re guessing?” Colson raised his eyebrows at you and only slightly lowered his phone. “If you’ve never been to a carnival alone, now’s a great time.”

“No,” you laughed and shoved his shoulder, “I’ve never been to a carnival period.”

“You’ve never been to a carnival?!” Colson asked a little too loudly in disbelief. “How have you never been to a carnival?”

You shrugged and made that hum people do when they have no clue. “I figured since this one’s in town, we could go together.” You let out a long heavy sigh and flopped onto Colson, pulling out an ‘oomph’ from the blonde haired giraffe boy. “But if you really don’t wanna go…”

“Alright, get up.” The words were short and clipped, and Colson only pulled out this tone when he was serious.

“What? Are we going?” Sitting up a little too fast, you looked at Colson with eyes that were incredibly hopeful.

“Yes, we’re going. Go put on your shoes.” He nodded and pointed to your shoes by the door.

“Aaah!” You squealed obnoxiously loud and smiled when you saw Colson wince. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Colson pushed you farther away from him with a gentle kick of his legs against yours and closer to the door. “Go! Before I change my damn mind!”

“You’re no fun.” You pouted, dropping to the floor to put on your shoes.

“I’m taking you, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” You rolled your eyes but a soft smile slowly spread across your face. You jumped up and looped your arm through Colson’s when you were done, hugging his arm close to your chest. “Thank you.”

Colson noted the genuine sincerity in your voice and his demeanor softened as he led you out of the front door. You and him were always bickering, but everyone, including the two of you, knew that it was only playing around. “You know I was gonna take you as soon as you mentioned it, right?”

“I know. I’m just- yeah, I’m just thankful. For you.” You chuckled and shook your head, stopping in front of the car. “Fuck. That was really sappy, huh?”

“Oh yeah, way too fucking sappy.” Colson nodded, a teasing smirk on his face. He opened the passenger door for you and held out his hand to help you in. When you put your hand in his, he grasped it and pulled you closer. You let out a sigh as he pulled you into a hug, your arms around his waist and one of his was around your shoulders while the other cradled your head. He placed a chaste kiss to your forehead and smiled. “But sappy isn’t always bad.”

The car ride to the carnival was about as hectic as any car ride with Colson. A few red lights ignored here, a few fire hydrants almost crashed into there, and a long hearty giggle fest at the tree Colson almost burned down not that long ago. You arrived faster than the google maps approximation of an hour, L.A. traffic surprisingly not that bad. Still very very bad. But less so than usual.

“Alright!” Colson slapped his hand on the roof of the car as soon as you were parked and out of your seats. “Rule number one of carnivals: Funnel Cakes!”

He pointed towards a stall right past the ticket vendor, and he was clearly right as people flooded from the ticket vendor right up to the food truck.

“I think we need to get tickets first.” You chuckled, rounding the length of the car and reaching Colson. You grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the ticket vendor.

“I know that.” Colson rolled his eyes. “Aside from the obvious, there’s rules to going to a carnival.”

“Oh, is there?” You asked, humoring him.

“Definitely.” Colson nodded as seriously as he could. “You have to eat funnel cake, you have to go on the carousel, you have to win a huge ass teddy bear, and you have to end the night on the ferris wheel.”

“In that order?” You asked once you had secured your place in line at the ticket vendor.

“And no other order.”

“Does the bear go on the ferris wheel or does it wait on the ground?” You asked, always the logical one. “It could fit on the ferris wheel, right? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure I’d steal a huge ass teddy bear left unattended. Can’t blame someone else if they felt those same urges towards our future abandoned huge ass teddy bear.”

“You make some great points.” Colson nodded, moving forward in line. Now only three other couples stood ahead of you.

You mentally scolded yourself for the use of the word ‘other’. You were not a couple. Colson is your best friend. Nothing else. You weren’t even sure if he considered you his closest friend. He had so many, it was hard not to compare yourself to them. All the clips online, the videos he posts late at night, the stories he’s told you of wild nights out. You felt like you could never compare.

Colson was always so calm with you. Made you wonder, did he slow down his usual escapades for you? Were you holding him back?

“-if not, we’ll put it in the car.”

“Huh?” You furrowed your eyebrows as you shook yourself out of your thoughts.

“We can put the bear in the car if there’s no space on the ferris wheel.” Colson repeated himself, eyebrows furrowing like yours. “Where’d you go there?”

“Hmm? Oh, nowhere. Yeah, bear in the car if need be.” You looked ahead in the line and saw that there were now two couples in front of you. “You know, if you really don’t like carnivals, we can head back. We haven’t bought any tickets or anything-”

“Hey, woah, what?” Colson interrupted you. “No, you can’t do that to me! Now I’m excited to win you a huge ass teddy bear! We’re not going anywhere.”

“Alright alright, I was just making sure!” You defended yourself. You felt the blood rush to your ears at Colson’s words. He was gonna win you the teddy bear. Like a sappy movie. Yeah this was definitely not helping your feelings.

Tickets were bought soon after, and true to his word, Colson’s first order of business was buying each of you a funnel cake.

“With this, there’s something you gotta keep in mind.” You nodded for him to continue. “You do not think of how ginormous it is. You just eat that shit. Every last bite. You gotta finish it, even if it’s too much.”

“I don’t think I can eat the whole thing, it’s huge!” You held the extremely large deep fried web of cake up to show him how truly gigantic the serving was.

Colson opened his mouth to tell you ‘yes, you still have to finish it. no exceptions.’ But then he saw your face. Fuck. He really couldn’t say no to you, could he? “Fine, you can give the rest to me. But only ‘cause it’s your first time!” When you smiled and nodded, Colson felt a wave of joy course through him. And after that a shock wave of fear.

This was not the time nor the place for his romantic feelings for you to come up. He really thought that he had successfully shoved those feelings deep into the recesses of his mind, but alas their heads keep rearing back into the forefront of his brain. He felt wrong about the feelings he had for you. Almost like he was taking advantage of you. He felt like you would regret all the time you spent together if you found out that during every movie night, every late night grocery run, and every early morning drive, Colson had a raging boner of the heart for you. He chuckled because he knew that his phrasing would bring you to a giggling heap on the ground.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothin’.” He smiled to himself and looked down at his funnel cake.

“No, now you gotta tell me.” You smiled, glad to see that your best friend didn’t seem to hate being here. “Spill, hot stuff.”

Colson flushed at the nickname and cleared his throat. “Just thinking about how Case would have loved this place.”

“Yeah, I bet she would.” You mused as you looked around at all the kids running around. “You should bring her the next time she comes down here. If it’s still around, I’m not su-”

“We should.” Colson corrected you, stopping you mid sentence.

“Hm?”

“We should take her. Yeah, she’ll like it if I brought her to one of these.” He shrugged. “But she’d go crazy if you came too. She’s obsessed with you, you know?”

“I can’t blame her, I’m amazing.” You shrugged with a smirk.

“Ha ha ha.” Colson dusted off his hands and reached over to pop the last piece of your funnel cake into his mouth. “Get your ass up, it’s carousel time mother fucker!”

Carnival activities took more time than you thought. The games took time because of the long lines at every stall, and the rides took time because the operator couldn’t start them until most of the seats were filled. In conclusion, when Colson said that you were to end the night with the ferris wheel, you really didn’t think it would be dark out by the time you were lugging the huge ass teddy bear towards the colorful manifestation of the fear of heights.

Thankfully the ferris wheel had four seater booths, so the teddy bear you affectionately named Wild Boy got to ride with you. You sat him on the bench opposite you and Colson and fastened his seat belt just to be safe. Once you were settled and the ride started moving, you let out a content sigh.

“That was so much fun.”

“Yeah?” Colson asked, placing his arm around your shoulders. You nodded and pulled yourself closer into his side. “What was your favorite part?”

“Definitely when you wasted six tickets to get Mr. Boy over here.” You giggled.

“Hey!” Colson raised his hand a little. “How dare you say that was a waste. It was an honor using up six of our precious tickets. I don’t think you get it, y/n. I had to get you this big ass teddy bear.”

“You had to?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yup.” He popped the p and nodded, looking straight ahead and trying his hardest to keep a neutral facial expression. “Them’s the rules.”

Your face broke out into a tightlipped smile as your giggled escaped as puffs of air through your nose. “Where is this rulebook of carnival trips?”

“Up here, baby.” Colson grinned, tapping his temple. “I haven’t gotten it published yet, but I don’t know if I will.”

“Mmm.” You hummed and nodded. “The information is too sacred for the public.”

There was a lull in the conversation, leaving you to review the last few spoken words between the two of you. You sat up a little straighter and furrowed your brows once you recalled Colson’s previous words.

“What?”

“Oh my god, did you,” you paused and turned to look at Colson, “did you call me baby?”

Colson had never called you that. Come to think of it, Colson has never called you anything but your name. Not that you were complaining, but the deviation certainly stood out to you. You couldn’t blame him really, you had to stop yourself from calling him something similar all day. Today’s activities felt almost too much like a date. But you thought you only felt like that because you had feelings for him.

Colson looked straight ahead and furrowed his brows in thought before he slowly turned to you. “Maybe.”

“Uh.” You felt a small smile sneak itself on your face.

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah, it’s cool. I like that.” You tried to respond nonchalantly, mentally face-palming yourself over the words you chose.

“Cool.” Colson smiled and relaxed, leaning back again.

You both stayed silent for a few moments, simply processing. Then you quickly snapped back to face Colson only to see that he had done the same thing.

“Wait, does that mean-”

“Fuck man, it better.”

Your eyes grew wide when you actually realized what just happened. You reached out and pulled Colson towards you so quickly that the ferris wheel booth you were sitting in shook. You looped your arms around his neck and quickly placed your lips on his. Before you could question whether or not he wanted this too, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss.

When you pulled away, you saw that you were halfway through your trip on the ferris wheel, leaving you and Colson at the very top. “Holy shit, I’d like to quote Mod and say ‘movie.’”

Colson couldn’t help but agree. It was the most cinematic moment of the day.

“So you’re telling me, this whole fucking time-” Colson couldn’t help but chuckle. “I thought you liked Baze!”

“Baze?!” You gasped. “No! It’s been you, it’s been you for a long time.”

“Good, ‘cause it’s been you for a long time for me too.” Colson grinned. “Does that mean I can kiss you all the time now?”

“You never even have to ask.”

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missskzbiased · 3 years

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Forget me not

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Oneshot, Drabble, Established Relationship! au

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Fem! Reader

Word Count: ~2,3K

Notes: The seventh fanfic for the Valentine’s request [That you can find here]

I don’t know anything about flowers language! So if it’s wrong, please blame google SUHAHUSAHUSHUAHUSA

Chan || Minho || Changbin || Hyunjin || Han || Felix || Seungmin || Jeongin

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Requested: Yes, by 💎anon [I hope you like it! I don’t think I’d ever think of something like scavenger hunt for a plot lol, so it was kinda challenging. I did like to write it, and I hope it meets your expectations! <3]

General Tag List: @channiewoo @aliceu @bythesunnotbythemoon

[If you wish to be tagged to the other Valentine’s requests, please send me an ask <3]

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You pouted at your empty bed.

You and Seungmin had planned to spend the day with each other, celebrating your fifth Valentine’s day together, and yet he was nowhere to be seen. You missed his warmth as soon as you woke up, a soft pillow under your arm instead of his body. You frowned, still kinda drowsy as you get up from bed, wandering around the house to look for him.

“Come one, Seungmin! This isn’t funny” You whined in the middle of your living room, swiveling your head to get a clue but meeting nothing else than a pile of waffles on your table. You approached them, poking the warm and soft pieces twice, humming as you tasted the syrup… He wasn’t long gone.

Maybe you should wait for him? Did he go out to buy some milk or something? Maybe he was trying to make you a romantic breakfast? You sat down, staring at the food before noticing a pink note attached to the plate. You would finally get some answers!

I made you some waffles… This time I didn’t burn them! Haha. Please, eat well. I love you. Yours, one (first) and only Seungmin.

You arched your brow, confused as to why Seungmin would scratch a correct phrasing to place a “first” there, but too tired to really care. You took a bite from the waffles, humming in appreciation. He did really get much better at this!

You chuckled as the memory came back to you.

The burnt smell spread all over the place, waking you up and alarming you. The panicked squeak that you heard from the kitchen didn’t help much to placate your fears, so you rushed there, stumbling all around the place. You would have expected anything but Seungmin standing in your kitchen ─ ashamed eyes snapping at you in a silent apology ─ with a plate of black pancakes, surrounded by a thin smoke.

The first time he slept over and wanted to do you a surprise.

You got better at this, hm? Didn’t even burn down my house this time! You messaged him, chuckling as you munched another piece, eyes fixed on your phone to not miss his answer.

There is a first for everything! He answered, making you roll your eyes playfully. What a silly guy. Ready to come and meet me?

I missed you here with me… You typed, pursing your lips as you sent him the message. Was it too cheesy? Are we going on a date today?

First, you have to meet me! He said, and you almost could hear him giggling excitedly wherever he was. It’s Scavenger time, kitten! I promised you this Valentine’s would be really special, didn’t I?

Scavenger as in a scavenger hunt? You chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. And you’re my prize? How conceited… You mocked him, getting up from the table to go to your room and get changed.

He didn’t answer your messages after that.

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You crossed your arms over your chest.

Were you being too naïve? You stared at the door unsurely, rubbing your chin in wonder. Seungmin was witty and he liked to drop subtle hints around… Were you being too conspirational or were you on spot? He wouldn’t keep repeating “first” all around if it didn’t mean anything, right? The “casual” choice of words was quite suspicious as well… He never called you a kitten before.

Coincidence or not, the first time you met each other was here.

A cat adoption center.

The first time you met Seungmin, you were going to adopt a cat to gift your best friend. They just loved cats and you couldn’t help but think it was the perfect gift. You were right indeed, but up to this date, your friend joked around saying that Seungmin was the best gift they could have given to you.

You gathered your courage to get in the place, looking around to see if you could see him anywhere. He was nowhere to be seen. Unsurprisingly, though, Minho came right in your way, an amused smirk playing on his lips. You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Do you know what is this all about?” You asked suspicious of him.

“No, Seungmin knew he couldn’t trust me with a secret” He chortled “The only thing I know is that he’s being cheesy and asked me to hand you this” He said, extending a small envelope to you.

The first time we ever met… Do you still remember it? Although you can never let him know, I’m forever grateful to Minho for dragging me with him there. Even if his whole point was for me to see that cats were better than dogs. They’re not. You can tell it to him now if you want. Still, it is thanks to him that I ever landed my eyes on you. It’s also thanks to him that we got our first date… You know where you should be going now, right? No need to worry, no one will spill their soda on you!

P.S.: If it does happen for some reason, I didn’t plan it. Please don’t hit me.

You chuckled, lifting your eyes to Minho playfully.

“Sorry, but cats suck” He scoffed at you, rolling his eyes.

“He’s brainwashing you, Y/N!” He jokingly complained, poking your forehead, “Go away!” He whined, pushing you to the door “And if he asks, I didn’t tell anything about Hyunjin”

“But you didn’t tell me anything about Hyunjin” You frowned, getting an unimpressed look from him “Oh!” You chortled “Thank you, Minho! It’ll help me a lot” You waved at him, getting out of the store.

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This time you just walked confidently into the store.

You looked around to find Hyunjin, already aware that Seungmin wouldn’t be waiting for you there. You peeked at the clothes displayed, chuckling as you remember your first date with Seungmin.

Although both of you were nervous back then, Seungmin was a whole new kind of a mess. The way he got startled when his fingers brushed yours over the shared French fries would forever be carved in your mind as his most hilarious reaction to anything ever. Unfortunately, the soda he spilled over you would also be forever there on your favorite blouse… One could not only win, right?

“Oh, you’re here!” Hyunjin smiled at you, walking your way “How is it going? Are you liking to play detective?” He chortled, looking for something through his pockets.

“He’s being too cute for a simple Valentine’s Day” You pointed out to see if Hyunjin would give anything away but he just shrugged “Seungmin was always the hopeless romantic, though” You acknowledged, getting a humming from him.

“I won’t tell you anything, I’m not Minho” He snorted.

“Come one! I want to know what’s going on!” You whined.

“Then solve everything and meet him!” He retorted playfully, handing you the next letter before walking away.

I hope no one had spilled anything on your clothes today… If someone did, though, I have a surprise for you. Hyunjin should be back with it in no time. Even though that first date was a mess, I’m happy we had so many others after that so I could redeem myself. I had never been so nervous in my whole life, and I think deep down I already knew you were special. I know I’m the one who’s doing this to me, but I wish I could be there to kiss you right now. For me, every single kiss we shared was as tender and full of love as the first one… But the first was what brought us together, and I hope it will bring you back to me once more.

You smiled softly as the warmth spread over your chest.

You didn’t even need to try and get this out of Hyunjin… You knew exactly where to go now. You raised your eyes to meet a goofy Hyunjin showing you an outfit too similar to the one you wore on your first date with Seungmin.

“Put this on before you go!” He chirped.

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The bus stop was empty.

You made your way to the bench, a sigh leaving your lips as you looked fondly at the place, a nostalgic Feeling engulfing you. The first kiss you shared was rushed and unsure, a bold way to make up for the words you couldn’t speak up. The insecurities were offset by the overflowing feelings that were enough to reassure both of your hearts.

You still remembered how you got on the bus, upset by the lack of attitude from Seungmin. Didn’t he like you? Because you sure as hell liked him! Couldn’t he just make a move? Anything? You sighed when you turned away, stepping inside the vehicle with nothing but disappointment in your heart. Maybe he didn’t like you as much as you liked him…

Then it hit you.

What if he felt just the same way as you?

When you snapped your body to turn away and get back to him, he was already there to catch you. Apparently, the same thought had occurred to him, and his arms wrapped you up as your lips met half-way. The initially rushed kiss turned into a loving and tender one rather quickly as soon as you realized that both of you weren’t going anywhere.

Well, except that the bus driver kinda needed you to go or stay.

The ride home was filled with a cozy feeling as you nuzzled each other.

You sauntered there mindlessly, sitting on the bench before looking around curiously, noticing a poster hanging on the wall. You narrowed your eyes in suspicion, noticing how familiar the couple on the picture looked like. It was you two. Seungmin held your hand, and it was painfully obvious how he was stiff and anxious there while you had no clue of what was going on, smiling brightly at the picture.

The restaurant where he confessed his feeling for you.

The place where both of you finally got together.

You chuckled, knowing exactly what bus you should be riding right now.

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Seungmin was waiting for you with a small flower.

“You’re here” He stated quite awkwardly, and you couldn’t help but tilt your head in confusion. It sounded like he wasn’t happy to see you “You’re… You look amazing” He said emotionally, and you burst out laughing.

“You don’t look bad as well” You teased, checking him out “I’d even say you’re the most handsome boyfriend I have ever met” You chuckled, getting closer to him to place a kiss on his lips.

He didn’t let you.

Seungmin extended his hand to you, shoving the flower in your hands.

“What is it? Another clue?” You asked confused, looking at the small plant. You didn’t know much about flowers, but you recognized it as a forget-me-not. Only Lord knows why you would know it, though.

“Y/N…” He cleared his throat, loosening up his collar “I brought you here today because…” He took a deep breath “Because here was the place I finally confessed my feelings for you” He finished, kinda proud of himself for managing to say that much.

He took one step ahead, holding your hands on his.

“I know you’re a big fan of Scavenger Hunts… But it wasn’t the only reason why I made this” He continued, a little bit more at ease as you smiled at him encouragingly “First, in this entire world… Meeting you was the best thing that could ever happen to me. Finding you? It was the right place and right time… And you’re the right person for me… On this scavenger hunt of life, you’re the only one I’d ever want” He pursed his lips.

What did you do to deserve him?

“I-I’m giving this flower to you…” He gulped down, eyes wavering as he tried to focus on yours “Because it means true love…” You cooed at him, expression softening as you felt your heart swelling “It’s to remember all those memories we shared… And how we’re here now, how our love grew with time… It’s to say that this isn’t a spark” He squeezed your hands, eyes finally fixing on yours.

“Seungmin… This is beautif—“ You teared up, but he didn’t let you finish.

“We had many first times together… And I treasure and remember every single one of them… They’re memories that I never want to let go” He continued, and you could feel his hands shaking “But more important than having first times… I want you to be all of my firsts and last times for everything… I want to have two, three, four… A hundred of experiences with you”

He let go of your hand, wiping his hands on his pants.

“I truly love you, Y/N” He choked, getting on one knee. You widened your eyes, startled by the slow yet too sudden motion, the tears immediately making their way to your eyes “There is no one else I want to share my life with… This was the place where I first asked you to be mine… And this is the place where I want to ask you to be mine till the end”

You tried to wipe your tears away, face twisting in a crying frown that would look awful on the photos people were taking of you. It didn’t matter though. Nothing else mattered because Seungmin was on his knee, showing you a small box that contained the symbol of all your love and connection.

“Y/N… Will you marry me?” He asked, tears rolling down his face.

You would never even dare to say no.

#skz fanfic #skz fluff #skz x reader #skz scenarios #skz imagines #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #kim seungmin fanfic #kim seungmin fluff #kim seungmin x reader #seungmin fanfic #seungmin fluff #seungmin x reader #seungmin scenarios #seungmin imagines #💎anon

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obligatorynasty · 4 years

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Prompt, if you're willing. Tony watches the Iron Man armor fuck Peter.

This is honestly just smut for smut’s sake. Hope you enjoy, anon. <3

Overdriven to your Limits

Peter wasn’t easy to please but Tony always tried his best. He may be a graying – very much human – old man but he knew his way around Peter Parker. He knew about the sensitive spot behind his ear that never failed to make him whine. He knew how he liked to be eaten out; a little tongue around the rim and the kid would become putty in his hands. He knew how hard he would come when massaged on the silt of his cock. He knew how to finger ten orgasms out of him, and make him beg and cry for another, even if it was dry. He knew exactly how to whisper in his ear; all the filthiest sweet nothings that would make his whole body shudder.

And those hours of foreplay were often enough for his young, super-enhanced boyfriend. The actual fucking part had become nothing but a twenty-minute reward to himself for getting Peter to that sensory overloaded state of bliss. Just rocking in and out of his boy’s flushed, trembling body and being begged to come because the feeling was just too much – hell, ‘reward’ might not do it justice.

Yes, with Tony’s practiced hands, the difference between their stamina was usually negligible.

Usually.

Yet, in the past few days, Peter had become obsessed with testing his limits; wanting to come just from being fucked. He was convinced, with his hyper-senses, no foreplay was needed. He brought it up every chance he got – in the lab, during dinner, in the shower, before bed, everywhere – and after a week, Tony knew he couldn’t talk his way out of this one. So, instead, he spent a night in the lab, working tirelessly on a special protocol for the suit’s nanobots. Something that would satisfy his young lover’s desires and make for one hell of a show.

The next morning, Tony texted Peter to come to the lab, asking the kid to arrive prepared and promising him a pleasureful surprise if he did. He knew from the sound of the shower turning on that his message was met with excitement and, only a half-hour later, Peter was eagerly strolling into the lab.

“Tony?” He called out, glancing around the quiet space. “I did what you asked. I’m ready for the surprise.” He took a few more steps. “Tony?” He repeated as he stepped exactly where Tony wanted him.

And, all at once, the five suits that were docked against the wall came alive and rushed Peter, gripping his arms and legs, bending him over and rendering him immobile.

Peter gave a flirtatious giggle. “Oh, this is a nice surprise,” He smiled, unfazed by the sudden ambush. “Fucking me in the suit, hm?” He asked, turning his head to glance at the only suit not holding him in place.

“You’re almost right,” Tony answered as he stepped into the room, the direction of his voice catching Peter off-guard. “I’m actually going to watch the suit fuck you.” He grinned as he pulled a chair from a lab table directly in front of Peter.

“What?” Peter squinted, clearly unsure about the specifics of Tony’s plan. “The suit? How? What did you do?”

“Wrote a little protocol just for you, sweetheart,” Tony leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Peter’s forehead, grinning as he pulled away. “Since you wanted to be fucked so badly. Fri, run protocol overdrive for me, would you?”

With Friday’s simple yes boss, Peter’s jeans and boxers were being dragged to his ankles by a cool metal hand.

“Tony,” Peter gasped and struggled against the strength of the suits, testing how strong they really were. “Tony, wait,” He whined, quickly realizing that his strength wasn’t enough to get free. “Tony,” He whimpered as lube suddenly fell against his entrance. “Tony-!”

“Color?” Tony whispered, his hand gently carding through his boy’s locks.

Peter blushed, staring at Tony with submissive eyes as he muttered a soft, “Green.”

“Good, let me know if that changes, and feel free to scream all you want,” Tony smiled and leaned back in the chair, getting comfortable while Peter tensed.

The suit had begun sliding inside. Its nanobot cock penetrating deeper than even Tony could reach and, just like everything the man built, the flexibly smooth metal cock was a feat of engineering that knew exactly where to thrust. “Fuck,” Peter breathed out, his voice pitching higher as the suit wasted no time in brutalizing his prostate, falling into a restless pace that showed no signs of faltering – it was the perk of machines.

Tony licked his lip, staring at Peter’s already dripping erection. He wondered how long it would take to utterly wreck the boy. Turns out it would be quicker than he thought. After only ten short minutes, Peter’s first orgasm came with a deep moan, trembling legs, and two thick streams of cum against the floor.

That was when the fun began.

Remember, Tony knew his way around Peter Parker and, in his experience, the moment after that first orgasm was everything to his hyper-sensitive little spider. “Let’s pick up a pace,” He commanded and the suit obliged, speeding its thrusts despite Peter’s protest.

“Tony, that’s-” Peter’s voice caught in his throat as the intensity of the pleasure burned through his senses.

“That’s what?” Tony teased,

“Too much,” Peter whimpered, his face flushed pink and damp with sweat as his curls bounced back and forth with each thrust. “It’s too much, I’ll—” He paused, eyes squeezing shut as the next one hit him, shock-waving through his frame like the aftermath of an explosion. “—come.” He groaned through clenched teeth, his head weakly drooping down and his body weight slumping against the other suits.

“Color?” Tony asked, reaching to tilt his young lover’s chin upwards.

Peter bit his lip and exhaled slow, “Green.”

“Then let’s continue.”

And they did. For two hours. Milking Peter for untouched orgasms, seemingly, with no end in sight. The first two were white, sticky, and made a mess of the floor. The next few were just clear squirts that paired with the most addicting moans Peter could muster. The recent two were nothing but dribbles. And Tony could tell that they were getting there – to the dry ones.

“Faster,” Tony commanded.

“Tony, wait, I can’t-!” Peter screamed as another orgasm rocked through him and left him breathless. It had come to that point, where even his enhanced body was convinced it couldn’t handle anymore. His skin felt scorched by pleasure, nerve endings sparking with a sweet pain as his muscles spasmed in a dry climax. “Tony,” He whimpered, just barely able to lift his head and lock eyes with the man in front of him. “No more, stop, I can’t, I-”

Once again, like a broken record, Tony asked, “Color?”

And Peter took a deep breath as the suit momentarily slowed its pace, “Green.”

Tony smiled, “How many times now?”

“W-What?” Peter spoke through a ragged breath.

“How many times have you come?”

“I-I don’t know,” Peter stuttered as the suit picked up speed. “A lot.”

“Count the next three,” Tony ordered. “And then we’ll stop.”

“T-Three?” Peter repeated, wide-eyed and exhausted.

“Three,” Tony leaned forward, cupping Peter’s face in his palms. “They’re going to be fast, okay?”

“Okay,” Peter muttered, eyes full of trust as he tilted his cheek against Tony’s hand.

“Max speed,” Tony called out, and much to his surprise, Peter managed to climax after just two of the high-speed thrusts.

“One!” Peter loudly groaned, his voice echoing against the lab walls and mixing with the pistoning sound of the suit’s rapid motions. The over-stimulation had him tearing up, staring at Tony with wet eyes.

“Color?”

“Green!” Peter screamed as those tears started escaping down his cheeks and the next orgasm punched him in the gut. “T-Two!” As his voice shook, so did his resolve. “Tony, I can’t, no more, too much-”

“You keep saying no,” Tony whispered. “But how do you really feel, hm?” He asked as he thumbed away the tears. “Go on, tell me.”

Peter was panting, “Tony, I’m not-”

“And be honest, sweetheart,” Tony leaned forward, pressing his forehead against Peter’s. “Or I’ll keep it going for another three.”

“It-” Peter whined. “It feels so g-good!�� He cried out, more tears rolling down his cheeks as he whimpered and moaned. “It’s so fucking good, Tony!” He inhaled sharp, breathing out a strained, vulnerable and desperate, “Thank you, thank you, thank you...fuck!” His eyes shot open and, just as quickly, squeezed shut, “Tony, I’m coming-!” He choked out as the intensity of the pleasure left him completely still until it didn’t, and tremors of ecstasy flooded his muscles, and he let out a scream louder than all his others.

“Fri, end protocol overdrive.”

All at once, the suits released him and let his wrecked frame drop into Tony’s open arms. He had bruises that were already starting to heal, and his legs were shaking, and his breath was heavy, and his big brown eyes were so far blissed out that Tony wasn’t sure if he was even present anymore. “Hey,” Tony whispered, threading a gentle hand through his boy’s curls and holding him tightly with the other. “Come back to me.”

Peter gave a low groan and slowly lifted his head from Tony’s shoulder. “I can’t walk.” His voice was hoarse, “And I want water and a bath and ice cream and—“ He dropped his head back down. “—a lot of affection too.”

Tony smiled and lifted Peter into his arms, carrying him bridal-style towards the lab’s elevator. “I think I can arrange that.”

“And Star Wars,” Peter quickly added with a lazy smile. “I want to watch Star Wars.”

And Tony just nodded, “Anything you want, Peter.”

#starker #obligatorywrites #nff #thanks for the ask anon #starker prompt fill

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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MIEMBRO DE HONOR

Mayans MC + Reader

Anon asked: can you do a platonic mayans mc imagine where the reader (gender neutral or a girl) is a street kid (preferably a teenager) who steals wallets and stuff and they break into the clubhouse to steal money/food and one time they get caught. at first the reader is timid and doesn't really trust anyone but after some time they became part of the family? thank you! 💙 (! if you don't do platonic imagines then you can make this into angel x reader (with the reader over 18 of course!)

Word Count: 1.2k

Author comments: This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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You had been watching the scrap yard for five days. You were sure that there would be food, because of the time the riders used to spend inside, being super easily entering by night. The walls weren't too high and there was a tree close to the limit, so you just needed to climb it and jump. You were doing it since you were eight, when your family abandoned you and you had to survive in the streets. So, you waited for the last motorbike to leave and the man with strange hands to close the main door.

Past half one in the night, you checked that it wasn't no one close or looking to cross the road. Putting on the hoodie of the black sweater, you climbed the tree to have one look among the trash. There was somekind of house at the end of the yard, knowing that that was your objective. Jumping to the wall, you whistled waiting for some seconds. No dogs. No danger. Supporting your hands on the edge of the wall to leave your body goes down, your legs muffled the jump, shaking after your knees to take off the dust.

You were walking from row to row to avoid being caught, until you reached a green door that separated the house from the scrap yard. Grabbing from your bag some needles, you opened the padlock to open it and come in. Everything was dark inside, having to use a lantern to guide your steps through the yard to the porch. The fact that the door wasn't locked surprised you, open it slightly to stick your head out and check that there wasn't anyone inside of it. Lights off and all clear. You came in, finding the kitchen at your left like a miracle.

There was a lot of food inside, having a sandwich and so many fried potatoes, even if they were cold. At this point, you didn't care about the temperature. You also grabbed a beer from the fridge, one of these mixed with tequila, over the other classics. You were sixteen, but you weren't stupid. The problem was when you had another. And another. And another. Until you had the whole six pack. You were too drunk to leave, deciding to have some rest on the comfortable leather sofa. Just some seconds.

“Wake up, querida”.

Those words sounded like a far echo, opening your eyelids with some blinks until you knew you had been caught by eight men; two of them pointing you with loaded guns. Sitting up on the sofa too scared to talk, you just looked at them, babbling with no sense.

“Were you hungry, ah?” The shortest man with a big black moustache, crossed his arms on his chest waiting for an explanation. You nodded, swallowing.

“Yeah, and thirsty”. A much younger one spoke this time.

“I-I'm so-sorry… I just…”

You decided to use the ‘cry-card’, hoping they would take pity on your life and let you go. But they didn't believe those crocodile tears.

It's five to nine in the morning and you're walking around the main Mayan's table like a locked lion. Nervous like never before. The guys are positioned around Bishop's chair, in front of your laptop, waiting to be nine o'clock. They know how much you're suffering, because you're like an open book.

You have to recognize that, at first, it was hard to trust that they just wanted to take care of you; because they locked you down for a week, until they showed you that you were safe. It was easy with the youngest. Angel and Coco were always making jokes and fun to see you smile, while Creeper and Gilly were too busy teasing you, according to them, to make you stronger mentally. The oldest used to treat you like a kid, until they saw that you never had the opportunity to be one.

Since that night when you came to steal some food, they practically adopted you after knowing your story. You hadn't a house, a job, a family… Anything. They were like angels fallen from heaven. Your salvation. They taught you to fight, to shoot, to be silent, to be loud, to fix a bike and a car. They taught you about self-love, about the meaning of having a family and friends. They welcomed you, just asking you for loyalty. Simple and clearly. And you did. Of course you did. You don't know what could be of your life, if they didn't ‘find’ you.

“Querida, come here”. Bishop says offering you a hand, while Taza makes himself aside to let you catch it.

Sitting you on his lap, he urges you to look at him. That man. That man who turned into your father, in all the aspects you could imagine. He gave you, literally, all. Even the time he hadn't. Leaving a kiss on your temple, he surrounds you closer with his arms.

“You will pass it. You will be the best doctor ever, okay? Trust yourself as we trust you”.

They made you continue your studies. They all paid your years at college, a house in San Diego and all your bills, as if you were one of them. And even if you swore to give them the money back, you know they will never accept it. They love you. And you love them.

“Vamos, mija, es la hora”. (C'mon, ‘daughter’, it's time). Marcus says, feeling more nervous than before that you can't even type your name.

Angel does for you, entering into the college database. Having a deep breath and receiving a kiss on your head from Tranq, you look for the final grades. There are a lot of students on the list, licking your lips while you type your surname on the searcher. Clicking enter, the database shows you the results of your exams, and the final grade. You find yourself crying like a child, while the guys cheer you.

You did it.

You did it after long nights studying, falling asleep on top of some bike, on the billar, on the Templo's table, on your bed… everywhere. After days being obligated by Creeper and Gilly to eat, just because you didn't want to lose a single second of study. After tedious mornings teasing EZ to help you with maths. After all this time, you did it.

“You took me off so many bullets, to fail, mami”. Coco laughs, don't trying to remember that crazy ride.

“Congrats', princesa”. Riz says hugging you, as soon as you get up from Bishop's lap.

“Call the charters, prospect, we're having a party tonight”. Angel sings somewhat loud.

“That's my decision, not yours”. El Presidente turna at him, pointing his chest with a finger. “Call the charters, prospect, we're having the best party ever tonight in honour of our beautiful doctor”.

#mayans mc x reader #mayans mc #mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader

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makebank · 4 years

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right timing

Summary: Being in the right place at the right time can have its pay offs, like meeting a kind and helpful stranger.

Topper Thornton x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: none just fluff

Note: Request- “You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?” i hope i did this justice anon!! thanks for sending it in. also, i think i have one more jj fic in me before school starts in a few days, we’ll see

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The night sky was filled with stars and laughter. There were colorful lights flickering, flashing, and shining in every direction. The air smelled of buttery popcorn, sugary funnel cakes, and deep-fried heart clogging food. You couldn’t conceal the smile on your face as you waited in line. The carnival had arrived in town, an event you longed for all year. Something about sticky hands and rigged games got you excited.

You were trying to be patient as the line inched along to buy tickets for entry. Unfortunately, you were alone because your best friend cancelled on you last minute. But you weren’t going to let anything deter you from going.

While mindlessly scrolling through your phone, you jumped in shock. The people behind you had a baby that just started wailing. The shriek was so loud it could break glass. They were trying to console the hysteric child, but to no avail it threw its temper tantrum. In the midst of flailing their arms, the baby threw goldfish crackers from its little grip in every place that was reachable. A couple hit you in the back, but you just politely turned around and dusted them off. The parents apologized profusely, but you weren’t worried. Nothing was going to ruin your night or mood.

Finally, you entered the chaos that you adored. You immediately strutted over to get your favorite giant lemonade drink and a soft pretzel. It was your tradition to get food first, then rides, and lastly games. You weren’t sure why in that order, because it always made your friends nauseous.

After paying for your treats, you heard someone awkwardly clear their throat behind you. “You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?” the blond boy nervously asked. You whipped around and your hand immediately went to your hair. Your face turned sour after being met with soggy crackers.

“Ew!” you yelped. It felt so gross. “I can try to help you get it all out.” he offered. You weren’t sure why a complete stranger was being so kind, but since you couldn’t see the back of your head you were in no position to refuse. “Yes, please” you nodded your head at the boy.

He started to walk towards the family restrooms where you followed. Since you weren’t thinking about your hair for a second, you had a chance to check out the boy. He was decently tall, tanned from the summer heat, and extremely broad and toned. His blond hair looked so soft and not a hair was out of place. His clothes looked expensive, but still casual. His sparkling watch could probably pay for a semester of your college. The light blue three-quarter length sleeve shirt was fitted to his body and his white shorts didn’t leave much imagination. You giggled at your own thoughts.

Once inside he walked over to the sink and turned on the water while he grabbed paper towels. He motioned for you to stand near the sink. He wetted the paper towels and started to wipe the crackers out of your hair. You were facing the mirror so you could watch how intently he was focused. He looked up for a moment and caught you staring. You felt your face heat up at his gaze. He smiled and you could see his cheeks start to blush. You were both being so shy

He cleared his throat, “I’m Topper by the way.” he introduced. ‘I’m y/n. It’s nice to meet you.” you returned. “So how did you get goldfish in your hair?” he questioned with a chuckle. You huffed, but then couldn’t help yourself from laughing too once you told the story.

“You really don’t have to do this. You can get back to whoever you came with” you felt guilty tearing him away. “Actually, I’m here alone. I used to come here with someone… it's a long story. Anyways, I didn’t want to miss out this year because of it.” he confessed. You caught yourself from smiling, “Oh cool. I mean not cool. B-but me too” you stuttered getting flustered. He smiled at how adorable and endearing you were.

After you were both done laughing at your luck and he finished cleaning up your hair you both moved to leave.

“Well it’s better than it was before” he teased. “What? You didn’t like my look?” you faked shocked while motioning to your still wet hair. His smile took up his entire face, “No, I love your look.” You bumped into his arm with your shoulder “Thank you. Really.” you responded more seriously. He started to fiddle with his hands, and you gnawed on your bottom lip both wanting to say more. You two awkwardly sent the other a small wave and started to turn opposite directions.

“Wait!” he turned around and shuffled back towards you. You spun around and beamed at him hopefully. He stared into your eyes and got lost for a moment, before remembering what he was going to say. “Do you maybe want to hang out together. Since we're both alone?” he asked softly unsure of himself. You couldn’t nod your head fast enough.

“Yes, I’d love that.”

He reached out his hand for you to take. “C’mon then.” You eagerly accepted, welcoming the warmth of his large hands. He led you back to get your snacks and didn’t let go after. Instead, he intertwined your fingers and guided you to the ferris wheel.

You were almost thankful for the screaming baby, because you got to meet the sweetest boy.

#topper thornton #topper #topper x reader #topper thornton x reader #topper thornton x y/n #topper thorton x reader #topper thorton imagine #fluff #des writing #*me #obx #outerbanks fic #outerbanks x reader #outer banks #outerbanks netflix #austin north

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you-are-crazy-beautiful · 3 years

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What is something that you'd like to see on the next seasons? What were your Top 5 scenes and/or dialogues? Who's your favorite character? Why? What's the character you relate to the most? What's your favorite friendship dynamic? What are some of your headcanons for Kieutou? Cashqueens? Instas? Maybe a mix between all three? You don't have to answer all of these questions, you can pick the ones you want to answer to aldhs

Anon, I f*cking love you! 💛😂 These questions are all amazing, so I will answer them all. I'll make separate posts for them 😉

Top 5 scenes:

1. NYE clip 2

I absolutely love the clip itself, but I also remember all the emotions that I felt the 1st time, and they come back everytime I watch it! When the music fades out when Kieu My bumps into Fatou when they're dancing, my heart nearly came out my chest it was beating so hard!😲 The first time Kieu My spoke and was revealed as a Space nerd on screen! Kieu My once again being vulnerable and sharing her dreams while being shy and avoiding eye contact. While Fatou does that signature look with the head tilt🥰 Kieu My calling Fatou 'butch' by mistake😂. The production of the blow torch (I still have so many questions...😅), the hand holding. Kieu My's reaction to the gum in her hair. I got such a fright when they kissed that I screamed out loud! Fatou looking up to space afterwards and the shot of the moon 👌

2. Museum date. I have to. This is one of the best clips of all time. Although, no.2 and no.3 are interchangeable for me. The cute awkwardness at the beginning. The tango under the blue lighting while the audio is talking about young galaxies colliding. The blue and red galaxies colliding when they kiss symbolizing the Ice queen and the warmest person. Kieu My opening up about her different fears and dreams. The bonding over being 3rd generation immigrants. The song and them just messing around! Lieu My saying she likes the person standing in front of her in Vietnamese. The dance and twirl into the kiss paralleling moments in S5. The freaking birthmark throwback!!! I will never be over it! I burst out crying and it was during this I truly realised they were like no other couple before! ❤

3. The reunion/ R+J clip. My galaxy brain predicting this as soon as Mailin posted the IG content of the axolotl 😂

The song 😭 I don't think I've seen a more beautiful clip! The direction of Fatou hiding when she heard Kieu My enter, Kieu My looking at the fish though the hole in the coral and then meeting Fatou's gaze. The vulnerability that Kieu My displays when she looks down avoiding Fatou's gaze and when she looks up, Fatou is just staring at her with confidence and gives a smile and the nod. She's finally secure after her dyscalculia diagnosis and so sure of her and Kieu My. Again, the blue lighting!👌 The line 'love when you laugh because then I see you and how much love there is inside you' is my favourite line in Skam history. The 360 shot of them and running past where they were 1st clip of the season. The happiness and laughter, the explicit consent, the way the sex scene was handled. The whole thing was just stunning!!

4. Gay silence. This clip has it all, tension, cuteness, vulnerable Kieu My. Imo, Kieu My knows she has a thing for Fatou but didn't realise it was that serious until this moment. She knew exactly what she was doing. My girl totally tried to Fingersmith Fatou 😂 I love how Kieu My shares her insecurity about talking to girls, and Fatou's reaction 😂 She's like 'this is the best moment of my life'. The playful Zombie bit, joking about stereotypes, Fatou reassuring Kieu My when she's sees Kieu My feels insecure about her nails💞 The camera panning to Kieu My when Fatou says about 'just kiss her already' showing that's what Kieu My is thinking 💀The staring, especially the Peter Pan moment when Kieu My is staring intensely and when Fatou turns to look at her, she quickly turns to the tv😆 Kieu My asking 'purely hypothetically' who would Fatou date out of their friends, hoping Fatou would say her. Then the annoyed look she gives Fatou at the end because she thinks Fatou doesn't want to date her and she shakes her head, and angrily takes popcorn. While Fatou is avoiding eye contact and you can see her realising her mistake 😂 Idiots!

5. Tie between dyscalculia diagnosis and it's a match!

I love the dyscalculia test clip so much!! The way it's shot is again beautiful with Fatou using the different counters. It didn't just rush into the dialogue. Fatou being cute and nearly getting the right answers by using really complicated tricks 🤗 Sira's acting when he said she had it, and the tears just filled her eyes with relief, realising that's why she has struggled. The alarm bit when she said she thought she was stupid killed me!! 😂🤣 Nora and Mailin being there with vanilla fries and Fatou smiling and saying she's not stupid. It brings me so much happiness that clip 💛

It's a match being dropped at midnight unexpectedly. The way Fatou stops breathing when Kieu My's profile comes up. Kieu My swiping right first! And Fatou caressing her phone with happiness and relief that her instinct has been right! Kieu My messaging 5 seconds later. Bringing back the comment about the guys with pets, and Fatou having to slap herself and squeal into her duvet (same!❤) Them just being the nerds they are and coming up with Axolotlgirl and Zombiewoman. They talked for 11hrs!!! I actually think this was one of the smartest decisions I've seen in Skamverse. That one interaction, which Kieu My wasn't even physically in, expanded upon their connection, and for me that's the moment they really fell head over heels for each other into deep feelings territory. Especially with them having to keep the eps shorten than S5, it was such a clever decision 👏👏

Thank you so much for your questions!! I will look forward to answering the rest tomorrow 💛

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pettyprocrastination · 3 years

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queer and feelin longing emotions and thinkin bout shortcake and the harleyyyhhh: when she first sees you shes like 👁👄👁 speechless, How could you possibly get hotter??? ure driving into frankie's driveway because you all are carpooling to meet the guys for a night out. she meets u in a daze at the end of the drive while youre taking the keys out of the ignition.

"i didnt know you owned a motercycle" she says, her face growing warm while u kick out the kickstand.

"oh um, yeah! i do!" you say with a nervous chuckle; your heart always races when youre around shortcake, but you've never seen her look at you Quite like this.

"why do i never see you riding it?" she asks, glancing down every so often as you absent mindedly start fidgeting, rubbing ur hands against the seat and the handle bars.

"ummm, i really only ride it when i need to think on some stuff or when i need to calm down," you explain. "its also really impractical for days i have a certain way i want my hair to look" u chuckle as u unclick the buckle to your helmet and hope, as youre taking it off, that your helmet hair isnt unseemly today.

"is everything okay? have you been on edge lately?" she asks, her brow furrowed. you smile at her but it doesnt quite meet your eyes.

"a little, but i'm working through it" you respond, you grasp the handle bars a little harder, u hadnt meant to let That slip.

shortcake seems unsure but after a moment she reaches out to gently lay her hand atop yours and u loosen ur grasp. "is there anything i can do to help?" she asks softly, kindly. you feel so Seen, so Loved; shes only touching your hand but you can feel the warmth of it through your entire body. "i'll uhhhh i'll let you know?" you leave it open ended, because you dont Think its possible for her to help you with your growing feelings....But you Never Know. the answer seems to appease her, for now at least.

youre together in this moment quietly, contently, a single innocent touch and your gaze at one another are all that connects one another to the present. you hear the front door of the house open and shut, you both suddenly move your hands away; the self depricating thoughts, quickening heart rates, and warm faces are all that you share now.

"hey, nice to see you bringin the ol girl out for a change" frankie says while walking towards the two of you. he raises an eyebrow at you, "you good?"

you nod, "i will be." he nods back, knowing. that sometimes you arent ready to talk about what thoughts ail you.

"oh hey your hair is a little..." he starts, moving his hand up to you head before stopping, "can i uhhh-" "oh yeah sure, thanks" you say, quickly. as frankie messes with your hair, you feel your stomach do flips and shortcake admires how sweet you look together.

he steps back admiring you- his amazing skills as a hair stylist, "better than ever" he says with a grin.

"oh wait hold on, you missed something can i just real quick" shortcake says, searching for consent. you nod you head at her and now she hands taking back stray pieces or smoothing out others. you shiver slightly as she tucks your hair behind your ear? you arent sure she actually moved anything that time. frankie is watching the two of you intently; he loves the careful way she tends to you and the way your eyes flutter shut every so often.

she moves back, and says "there, now we're good" with a soft smile. frankie smiles at her and gives her a quick peck on the cheek, "i love your attention to detail," he says, adoration in his eyes as she giggles.

"thanks," you whisper. you dont want to ruin this moment with your feelings butting in; they are so happy together, you wish so desperately you could make Them that happy.

frankie pats his pockets until he finds and fishes out his keys, "i'll go start the car, you can set your helmet inside the garage if you want?" he offers. "that'd be great thank you," you say, unstraddling the bike and the couple, unbeknownst to the other, watch a tad too intently as you do.

shortcale shakes herself out of slightly inappropriate gaze and decided to walk you up to a garage, "i've never ridden a motercycle before, it seems like fun" she says, just to fill the silence.

you're quiet, comtemplating for a moment. "would you like to?"

she laughs out a breath "oh i would love too. its a shame you dont have a second helmet, we could ride together"

you glance at her and grin a little before turning around to call out, "hey frankie? you still got that helmet i leant u?"

(idk why im writing i Got homework to do and like i keep thinking tumblr is gonna cut me off with a word count or a character limit but No they just let me Keep Going for like AN HOUR, anyways 👄👁👄

Anon I offer you my hand in marriage the dowry is easy: just keep sending me asks (also go do your homework babes!!)

I absolutely LOVE THIS AAAAA

Also the thought of shortcake going for a ride with you hhh. Her arms are tight around your waist and the engine is rumbling in her ears as shes pressed against your back, it makes you grip the handlebars tighter and at a stoplight you have to take a deep breath to calm yourself. She's never ridden a motorcycle before but in the moment, cruising down the road with her arms around you, she feels safe and secure and wants it to last forever.

Frankie walks outside just as you pull up the driveway.

"How was it?"

Shortcake tugs the helmet off with a giggle and he takes in her wild hair. "So much fun! I never knew it'd be so relaxing."

She never knew how nice it felt to have you in her arms.

Frankie ignores the way his heart hammers wildly in his chest by seeing the way shortcake, his girlfriend, stares as you lean on the handlebars of your bike. He sees her flushed face and hears the hitch in her breathe when she looks at you.

He tells himself it's from the weather. It has to be. Theres no way she feels the same way for you as he does. That's just his own mind taunting him with a fantasy.

That's just him being selfish.

"I should probably head out." Your voice breaks them both out of their own head. Both members of the couple you dreamed of each night wearing a face like a kicked puppy.

"Are you sure? You can stay for dinner if you want-"

"We can order takeout and-"

You hold your hands up in an apologetic gesture. "As fun as its be to watch you guys argue over pizza toppings again, I'll have to pass. I've got an early shift tomorrow. I should get home before it's late so I can get some sleep."

The hand that frankie held on his girlfriend's waist tightened as you backed out of the driveway and into the street with a final wave.

He knew you didn't work tomorrow

"Is she gonna be alright?" Shortcake's voice was tiny, barely heard over the roar of your engine as you drove off.

Frankie knew you were going to spend the whole night driving without a destination.

"Yeah." He pressed a comforting kiss to her temple. "She's alright, just needs to clear her head. We all get like that."

He knew at somepoint in the night you'd stop at that one 24-hour dinner you loved, he would probably stay up and meet you there. If you didnt want to talk about what was bothering you that'd be fine. He would simply order himself a burger as the two of you spoke about whatever nonsense came to mind at 3am before leaving, usually with you following him home and crashing on his couch.

You hadn't done that in a long time. He wonders why.

"I worry about her."

Ah. Right. That's why.

Shortcake leaned her head on his shoulder and he felt a steady thrum in his chest.

"Me too."

Maube he would take her with him tonight. She'd like the fries.

#ask #asks #babe ur KILLING ME WKTH THESE I LOVE THEM #anyways i wejt slightly angsty with it but i cannot compare to your skill #also i hipe you get that homework done so you can relax!!!#you deserve to chill!!#shortcake tag

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jiminscaramel · 5 years

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cream of the crop | changkyun [mx]

[GENRE] smut, fluff

[COUNT] 4.4k+

[PAIRING] fem. reader x Changkyun (I.M)

[WARNINGS] f2l, unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), fingering, cream pie, hair pulling, overstimulation, cockwarming, choking if you squint, multiple orgasms, edging

[AU] f2l au

[A/N] as requested by anon however I’m not too keen on how it turned out? I think maybe i crammed too much in such a short space of time and a small word count. I hope you still like it though and who knows! It might be up for a rewrite or a part 2

Something isn’t right.

Changkyun frowns, watching you speak within yourself – your chin lowered to your chest and your eyes avoiding contact – which is highly irregular. He knows something is eating away at you but for reasons unknown, you hadn’t yet shared what it was. He leans forward to take a sip of his milkshake before settling back in the booth and nudging Jooheon beside him.

“...so yeah. Dinner was whatever.” You shrug nonchalantly, picking at a basket of fries, which had gone stone cold.

“Don’t eat those,” Jooheon slaps your hand away and flags up a waitress. “I’ll get some more.”

“So how is he? Your boyfriend? You’ve been dating for what, a few months now? When do we get to meet him?” Changkyun pries gently into the sensitive topic of dating. Being your best friend, he’s been there through pretty much every relationship you’ve had – casual, serious and one night stands – and vise-versa. But he’s also seen the grisly sides, comforting you through the worst breakups, the most recent one happening just before you’d met David.

You shrug again, stirring the melted ice cream in your glass with your straw, staring lifelessly into the chocolate concoction. “He’s not my boyfriend. David is David. And I’m sure we can arrange something soon.”

Though Changkyun remains unconvinced and the further the conversation takes you all, the more he thinks he understands. “You don’t seem so happy about the whole idea.”

“It’s a great idea.” You deadpan, staring out the window.

An awkward silence fills the space as the waitress places a fresh basket of fries to share between the three of you. Changkyun thanks her before leaning forward, trying to catch your attention. “Something’s wrong.”

“No shit,” Jooheon quips, eyes glued to his phone screen.

“You’re not helping,” Changkyun fires back, pushing the fries in front of him. “Shut up and eat your fries.”

“Fuck you.” Jooheon laughs and tosses his phone on the table, pushing the fries back to the centre. He leans in too, his attention no longer preoccupied by the device in his hand. “So... What’s on your mind?”

The answer to that is a lot more complicated than you’d like to admit. Your hesitation isn’t because you don’t trust them and isn’t because you feel uncomfortable sharing your worries. In all honesty, you have no idea why you’re so hesitant; you’ve always been able to tell them anything. Absolutely anything. So why is this so different?

You take a deep breath and eventually open your mouth to speak. “I’m frustrated.”

Changkyun and Jooheon both stare back at you blankly, silently blinking as they wait for you to elaborate.

“David... is nice. I suppose. He’s just...” you blow out your cheeks, trying to find the right word. “Boring. In every sense of the word.”

Changkyun cocks his head to the side, studying you intensely, while Jooheon slouches back in the upholstery, arms folded over his chest.

Unsatisfied with the lack of reaction, you lean in closer. “His idea of fun is sitting in and watching cheesy sitcom reruns until late, with or without me. His ideal date is always some snobby, posh restaurant on the other side of town. The other day? I set up a blanket fort in my front room for us to cosy up in for when he came round and you know what he said? ‘I’m not a kid anymore’. I felt like such a fucking idiot.” You trail off, already aware that you’d shared much more than intended. But the embers still burn, all the frustration and upset igniting the flames.

“Not to mention that on the very few occasions we’ve had sex, I’ve never– never– you know...” you clear your throat and gesture with your hands to insinuate what you can’t voice aloud.

“A little TMI, but yeah,” Jooheon nods and you notice a little pink tint across his cheekbones.

“He just... rolls off me and falls asleep. And it’s always the same, mandatory, routine, boring sex. Pull my hair or something, choke me, I don’t know–”

“Ok, that’s definitely TMI,” Jooheon picks up his phone and starts scrolling through his feeds, but you know it’s more out of embarrassment than ignorance. You know he’s still listening.

Changkyun remains silent, his jaw clenching as he listens to your complaints with an understanding ear.

“But you know what I mean, right? There’s no passion. There’s no spark, there’s nothing. There’s just David. And me. It’s like we’re not even an item. We’re just two separate people who meet up to ‘fuck’ and pretend there’s a relationship outside of that. Christ, what a fucking mess.” You slump back, deflated but feeling a lot better than you had a few minutes ago.

“You’re right,” Changkyun says, smirking. “He is boring.”

Your heart stutters as you interpret his response the wrong way, implying that Changkyun is more than capable of fulfilling everything your date lacks. But you can’t possibly think of your best friend that way. That was crossing too many lines, despite the fact that Changkyun had become the standard to which you held men up to. And David was sure not up to standard.

“He seriously turned down a blanket fort?” Jooheon questioned, peering around his phone.

You nod, a little sadly.

“You know what this calls for?” Changkyun rapidly taps his hands on the table top in a quiet drumroll.

“I can’t, I’m working.” Jooheon mutters.

“David won’t–”

“Y’all haven’t even heard what I’m gonna say!” His shoulders drop and his hands stop tapping. “And honestly, fuck that guy. Fuck his opinion and fuck what he has to say. I know he’s your boyfriend–”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You interrupt.

“–but I don’t like him. Just to be clear.”

“You and me both.” Jooheon adds.

There’s a pause before you finally voice aloud your true feelings. “Me three.”

Your phone rings and the caller ID displays his name. Plain and simple; no love hearts no emojis. No commitment. You decline but shoot him a text with the dreaded four words ‘we need to talk’.

“I need to go,” you sigh and stand up to gather your things, hugging each friend goodbye. Changkyun reaches down to embrace you and squeezes tight with affection, silently worried about how things will turn out for you. He starts to pull away but you hold onto him for a minute more, savouring his warmth and comfort.

The week passes by, with little importance. The breakup had been easy, effortless and it had definitely affected him more than it had you. If anything, you feel liberated, no longer obliged to suppress parts of your character to please someone else. You feel good about the whole thing.

But it doesn’t help the feeling that tugs at your heart in the small hours, the loud thoughts that crash around in your head. Why is it so difficult to find someone who understands you? Why do all your dates end up less than expected or just simply incompatible?

Your phone jumps to life beside your keyboard and your hands freeze in midair. You save your work and close the window, getting up to answer the call elsewhere. “Kyun, I’m at work.”

“I know, I know,” he sounds a little out of breath. “I’m sorry. Are you free after work?”

“Well I mean, I had a date with Netflix and my ice cream tub so I don’t know...” you tease, a small smile working the corners of your mouth.

He laughs into the receiver. “Well how about Netflix and ice cream at mine?” If you’d known any better, you’d think he sounded nervous.

“Sure,” you agree, surprised. It had been a while since you’d spent time at his and a frisson of excitement courses along your skin at the thought of possibly being alone with him. “Is Jooheon coming?”

“I’ll call him but he’s been really busy these days. I’ll let you know.”

You thank him and say goodbye, wary about your unattended desk and how that might look should your boss walk through. But before you can hang up, Changkyun shouts into the phone, “Oh! And wear something comfy!”

You arrive a lot earlier than expected, out of nerves or excitement, you can’t tell, fully kitted in sweats and a loose-fitting pullover. But Changkyun answers the door all the same, smiling broadly and sweeping you into a tight hug, before inviting you in. The place seems a bit dark, lights dimmed and blinds drawn before nightfall. You reach up to flick the light on as you slip your shoes off in the hallway, offering the bag of ice cream for Changkyun to take and freeze.

“You a vampire now? Why is it so dark in here?”

He immediately flicks it back off. “It’s a surprise.”

“You should know me by now. I hate surprises.” You mutter, following him into the kitchen. The door to the front room is closed, blocking your view and you grow more suspicious.

“I’ll freeze this for a bit before we bring it. We can dig into this instead.” He pulls out a sharing tub of chocolate fudge ice cream and places yours in the freezer.

“Sounds good,” you reply absently, heading towards the closed door. “Can I see what’s in there now. My curiosity is killing me.”

“Close your eyes.” He instructs, pulling out two spoons from the drawer and coming to stand behind you.

“No.”

“No one’s gonna jump out at you, I promise.” He reassures you, thinking back to the many times he and Jooheon have pranked you.

“That’s what you said last time.” You remind him.

“I promise.”

“So Jooheon isn’t on the other side of that door, ready to pie me when I walk in?”

“He’s coming later, he’s on a late shift.” Changkyun seems genuine enough and despite his history of pranking you, you trust him.

“Fine.” You give in and close your eyes, letting his cold hand slip into yours.You try to ignore the way your heart picks up at the simple contact but he squeezes your palm reassuringly and without thinking, you squeeze back. He gently pulls you along instructing you to be careful where you place your feet, but you know the layout by heart. You hear the door open and squeeze your eyes shut tighter.

Just as promised, there was no one else here. You faintly hear the sound of trailers playing on the Netflix start screen, waiting for a movie to be selected. He closes the door behind him and lets go of your hand. You feel his presence leave and move elsewhere in the room, fabric rustling.

His voice is low and inviting as he instructs you to open your eyes. They flutter open and you blink several times to adjust to the low light – or lights. Several fairy lights are strung up around the room, glowing softly, giving the impression of lit candles. They wrap around the sofa and curl around the fort in the middle of the room–

The fort.

Changkyun lays inside, his long legs poking out from the makeshift entrance, his weight propped up on one elbow. The blankets are pulled over several pieces of arranged furniture to create a colourful canopy and countless cushions line the inside. He’d somehow moved his tv and draped more blankets across it so you could both watch movies inside, without having to cram around a small tablet screen and there was plenty of room in there for all three of you.

Your hands fly up to your chest as you take in the sight, the sheer effort he’d put in to create the perfect blanket fort... just for you. “This is... so much better than the one I made.”

He laughs, a sound so refreshing and so ebullient. You crawl in beside him, a wellspring of praise falling from your lips, complimenting each and every detail. You feel tears well up at the back of your eyes but hold them back. You don’t want to ruin the moment.

“I figured, you know... that you should... embrace the things that make you happy. And so what if it’s a childish thing? Some of my fondest memories have been in blanket and pillow forts.” He shrugs and tears the lid off the tub, tucking into the already soft ice cream, avoiding your gaze.

You nod in agreement and feel your throat tighten again. It’s only a simple thing, a simple act of kindness, yet it means so much more than he could possibly imagine. You’re lost for words as you stare at his profile, in the least subtle way. He notices and holds the tub towards you in offering.

But instead you lean in and plant a tender kiss to the corner of his mouth.

It’s tentative, yet daring, a toe over the line to test the waters. Though you don’t know what it is you’re supposedly testing. Your friendship? Your boundaries?

“Thank you,” you breathe, pulling away to sit up but his hand slowly threads itself in your hair, behind your head. He holds you there for what feels like forever, finally meeting your eyes and boring into them. They sparkle with questions, the reflections of the fairy lights masking the raw emotion behind them.

And so to answer the first of his many silent questions you lean in again, kissing him for the first time.

He’s hesitant but gentle, his lips soft and secure. You press deeper into the kiss, eager and sure, ready to speed things up. Your mind races a million miles per hour, your heart struggling to keep up. You feel light headed but his grip tightens in your hair, the sharp pull grounding you.

A little whimper escapes your mouth in response and Changkyun takes the opportunity to pry your mouth open wider, his tongue tracing along the swell of your bottom lip. You lightly nip at his own, your teeth grazing the pillowy flesh.

When you pull away this time, your chests heave in unison, deep and laboured breaths. You stare at each other, the air thick with something indescribable, static and heavy.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stutters and yanks his hand away, clenching it into a tight fist.

Your head spins and your eyes droop, your voice luculent and confident as you reply, “I’m not.”

“Please–”

“I want you.” And you surprise yourself with how easy it is to admit it, to say those exact words.

Things happen so fast, it all becomes a blur. Your lips had locked again and somewhere in the sinful chaos, your pullover had been shed, your sweats well on the way to joining it in a haphazard pile. Your hair splays all over the pillows behind you, framing your face like a halo and all Changkyun can do is marvel at how perfect you look.

“Safe word.” He says, almost breaking the mood.

“Huh?” You pant, trying to sort through the muddle of things in your head to make sense of what he’s saying.

“A safe word. You know, something you say if I do something that’s too much, or vise versa. I don’t want to hurt you... or make you uncomfortable.”

You think of all the possible things Changkyun could do to you, most of them probably requiring a safe word, and blush beneath him. “Uh– vanilla?”

He laughs breathlessly overhead at the irony which draws a shy smile from you. “Vanilla it is.” He groans before diving in and tenderly kissing a trail from your neck all the way down to your panties, his tongue swiping delicious circles on your skin. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

Those words, uttered in the most sincere way, have your whole body quivering in delight and wanton anticipation. Another whimper sounds at the back of your throat, your eyes transfixed on his head between your legs.

He doesn’t even bother taking them off, but pushes them to the side and dives right in. His tongue is warm, experienced as he licks a stripe between your folds, his plush lips suckling at your nub. You cry out at the direct contact, sparks of electric running up and down your spine. His thumb rubs little circles on your clit as his tongue dips into your entrance, the salacious sensations driving you wild.

“Oh god,” you whisper, your eyes squeezed shut as the familiar warmth gathers in the pit of your stomach. Your hands find themselves tangled in his chestnut brown locks, your back arching off the floor as you press him deeper into your core.

His tongue replaces his thumb on your clit and before you realise what’s happening, he plunges a finger inside you. He pumps in time to his mouth working wonders in between your folds and his groans against your pussy send you tumbling into oblivion.

Your hips buck up into his mouth, your cries rising in a steady crescendo. “Changkyun, I-I’m gonna cum–” your voice breaks on the last syllable, much like your self-control.

But he pulls out and away so suddenly, leaving you empty and cold and teetering on the edge of your peak.

“No,” you gasp, a sob escaping your chest in protest. “No.”

“Turn around.” His voice is dark, laden with authority you don’t dare disobey. You scramble on all fours, still dizzy with your denied climax. “You’re so beautiful. So perfect and all for me.”

You feel his hungry gaze crawl all over your body, head to toe, lingering on how pretty your pussy looks from this angle. He pulls his shirt over his head and shimmies out of his own sweats, but what you’re expecting doesn’t quite follow. Changkyun repositions himself on his knees and reaches forward to grab a fistful of your hair, tugging with a lot more force than before. His other hand snakes back into your core from behind, his fingers sinking deeper and deeper with every stroke.

Endless compliments and groans fall past his lips, watching as you fall apart with each passing second. His erection presses against the confines of his boxers, eager to spring free but not yet wanting to move on. He wants to explore you, devour you and savour every last part of you. He knows exactly which buttons to press and from the look in your eyes rolled back to look at him, he’s hitting every single one.

Your walls flutter dangerously around his fingers as his grip in your hair tightens, on the brink of your first orgasm. But you’re denied it a second time, tears pooling and threatening to spill over as you cry out loud again. “Changkyun, please!”

“Hm?” He pulls your head all the way back so your body is flush with his, his cock pressing into the back of your thigh. Had it not been for the cushions and blankets lining the floor, your knees would’ve given in. His lips graze your ear, a cold shiver rippling across your skin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His fingers pry your lips apart, the pads pressing onto your tongue, letting you taste your essence. You bite down gently on his fingers and he hisses again in your ear. “I can’t let you cum, baby. Not yet. Not like this.”

His hands fall from your hair and your mouth, finally freeing himself from his underwear. His fingers rush, almost clumsily, to pull your panties down, leaving them around your knees. He slips his member between your legs, sliding back and forth between your folds, coating his cock in your arousal.

“You feel so fucking good, y/n,” he groans deep in your ear, nibbling at your lobe. “So fucking good for me.” He gently lowers you back down to all fours, his hand pressing your head into the pillows, before slipping inside you.

You both sigh in content as he pulls out and thrusts back in, fully sheathing himself within you. The pace begins torturously slow before he begins to speed up, his hips eventually pistoning in and out of you relentlessly.

Your cries of pleasure make his head spin with fulfilled desire but only eggs him on to pleasure you further, not stopping until you’re a whimpering, shaking wreck beneath him. The sound of skin against skin sounds terribly out of place in a setting as sweet as this but you’re incapable of feeling any sort of shame or remorse when Changkyun is buried this deep inside you.

He twists one of your arms behind your back, the other hand tightly gripping your waist, pulling you back to meet every thrust. “You’re so tight, baby. I can feel every inch of you.”

He leans forward slightly and rolls a pebbled nipple between his thumb and finger, the sensation directly arousing your clit. The head of his cock finds the little magic spot within, and with every hit, you climb closer and closer to your previously denied release. “I can’t– I need to cum!”

Changkyun grunts, in acknowledgement or effort, you don’t know, and pulls out, flipping you over onto your back in one swift motion. “Not yet,” he rips the panties off and around your ankles before plunging back into you, one leg thrown over his shoulder.

He leans forward on his forearms, his nose inches away from yours, the soft light illuminating his striking features. His lips find yours again and this time it’s frantic and frenzied, completely lustful and and crazed, needing to feel and taste each other.

You gaze with glassy eyes into his and never before had you felt so at home. Your throat constricts with emotion as you grasp his face between your palms and savour every thrust, every touch and caress. And in the moment, with pent up feelings and a desperate need to to cum directing your thoughts, you utter those forbidden three words. “I love you.”

It wasn’t a complete sex-crazed confession. You do love him and had done for many years, though not in this way. It was a deep fondness that extended the realms of friendship, a fondness you had misinterpreted. Because Changkyun, was in every way, perfect for you.

“Fuck,” his jaw clenches as he holds himself back. “Say it again.”

“I love you, Changkyun,” you gasp as his rhythm changes, sharp and intermittent. “Please, I–”

He cuts you off, crashing his lips down on yours and lets your leg fall to wrap around his waist. The final sprint, you cant your hips up into him to meet in the middle, blubbering and babbling, a sobbing mess. You feel a mixture of your essence and his spit from before seep into the blankets below as he glides in and out of your sopping heat.

“I-I’m cumming,” you cry, loud enough for the whole street to hear. “God, Kyun, I’m cumming–”

He buries his head into the crook of your neck, suckling bruises into your skin, his sweat mixing with your own. Finally, the heat in your stomach unfurls and explodes, your core furiously clenching around his cock. After so many denials, your first orgasm is so strong it’s almost painful, blissful sobs wracking your frame.

You hold onto him for dear life as he grunts at the feeling, his pace relentless and unforgiving, the tip of his cock hitting your sensitive spot within. The overstimulation is almost too much to bear but beneath the slight discomfort and pain, you feel the promise of a second, continuous orgasm.

“Kyun, please–!” His hand comes up and quickly wraps around your throat, gently squeezing as you ride out your second climax.

“Baby, I’m– oh god, baby, I’m gonna cum for you,” his voice in your ear rises several octaves, his whines and whimpers getting you off even more. “You ready for me, baby?”

He feels your hair brush against his cheek as you nod and bites down on your neck as he thrusts sharply once, twice into your core, sighing loudly and letting go of a breath he didn’t even know he’d been holding, as he releases inside you, his cock twitching. He whimpers sweet nothings into your ear, your name falling from his lips like a blessing as he tries to catch his breath back.

He starts to pull away before you feel uncomfortable but you hold him in place, not wanting to be apart for now. Even holding still inside you proves to be too much, your fluttering and clenching walls overstimulating his softening member.

Changkyun knocks his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and inhaling your scent. He smooths your hair back away from your face and pulls back a little to look you in the eyes. “I love you too.”

The two of you stay as one, staring into each other’s souls, connecting on another level. This must be heaven, you think, the soft lights glowing around you in your little sanctuary. Your legs wrap around his waist and pull him deeper into you, afraid of letting go.

“I–” Changkyun is cut off by his phone ringing, shattering the delicate world the two of you had so arduously built. “Shit. I’m sorry.” He glances at you sheepishly.

“It’s ok,” you blush and almost wince as he slowly pulls out, his cum seeping out and soiling the blankets even further.

He scrambles for his phone and answers breathlessly, “Hello?”

You hear Jooheon on the other end, catching a word here and there.

“Uh– no, I– don’t think so. Rain check?” Changkyun glances at you again, this time with a glint of mischief. “Sure, I’ll let her know. Ok... bye.”

You open your mouth to ask about the conversation but something else occupies the forefront of your mind. “Kyun?”

He lays behind you, holding you flush to his chest. “Yeah?”

“How did you know...” you cover your face in embarrassment, but continue nevertheless. “How did you know... what things I like?”

You feel his heart thud in response before he answers. “I, uh–” he clears his throat. “I may have seen a certain page of your diary.”

“Kyun!” You turn around, your mouth agape with a mortified expression plastered all over your features.

“It was an accident, I swear!” He laces his hand through yours and apologises, kissing your nose. “It was a long time ago. I made sure to forget... until now...” his cheeks light up again and you giggle, high on euphoria.

“I should’ve added ice cream to that list.” You quip with an impish smirk.

He hoists your leg over his waist, his large hand squeezing your thigh. “Well, you know, it’s never too late to amend it.”

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Varric ~ I’m Glad You’re My Favourite

1,300 Followers Challenge!

Requested by Anon

Words: 1,641

Warnings: Human reader, mild violence, dragons, minor injuries and description of fighting, mild sexual references.

If there was one person that hated the deep roads more than Varric, it was you. Why anyone ever thought that any sort of quest down here was a good idea, you really wished you could answer, but, here you were again, for whatever reason.

Your tongue clicked against your teeth. “I don't want to be the one to say it, but it's awfully quiet down here.”

It was true, the four of you'd been walking for a while, but there'd been no sign of anything, let alone darkspawn.

“Don't test our luck that much,” Varric said. I prefer the quiet.”

“I thought you preferred a loud noisy tavern?”

“You know what I mean.”

“If you two are done,” Fenris said quietly. “I prefer the silence so I can hear if anything approaching.”

“Agreed,” Bethany said. “There's just something not right about this.”

“We could've insisted in Blondie coming,” Varric said back to them. “He is a walking darkspawn detector.”

Fenris snorts and Bethany rolls her eyes.

“Come on,” You said, grinning. “Let's just keep moving. The sooner we're in and out, the better.”

The four of you continued quietly, eyes scanning over every dark corner you came across.

You stopped and held up a hand, stopping them. “Wait here.”

Slipping into the shadows, you quickly disappeared from sight, leaving the three of them looking very uncomfortable.

Varric's finger twitches over the trigger of Bianca, eyes scanning the shadows for you, not liking you being too far out of sight.

Fenris's hand rests on his shoulder. “Easy Varric.”

“I don't like this,” Varric growled. “Something about this makes me very uneasy.”

Fenris just nods in agreement, following Varric's gaze on where you'd gone.

Bethany took a few steps forward, tilting her head a little. “Do you hear that?”

There was a low shuffling, barely audible, but enough that the sound carried through the empty halls, making all of them tense.

You reappeared, quickly pressing a finger to your lips as they all went question what was happening. Silently, you beckon them, but also signalling them to be quiet.

There was a large hall ahead of them, and within the hall was about three baby dragons.

“Shit,” Varric muttered. “Please tell me you haven't seen the mother.”

“She just flew off,” You said quietly, watching the dragons intently. “If we're careful, we can make it through without drawing any attention.”

“Is there no way around?” Bethany asked. “It seems like a big risk for little reward.”

You shake your head slowly. “All the other passages are blocked. This is it.”

The four of them watch for a long moment, watching the baby dragons move about, seeing exactly what the small dragons were doing.

“Come on,” You said quietly. “We shouldn't linger too long.”

They let you lead the way down and to the side, keeping as far from them as possible and all silently hoping that they wouldn't catch your scent.

“Almost there,” You whispered, more to yourself than the others. “Just a few more-"

There was a roar that caused all of you to freeze mid step, suddenly very aware that you may have just gotten a dragons attention.

“Here she comes!” Varric was first to call. “Can I suggest running?”

You quickly look at the distance between yourselves and the door, then at between you and the dragon. “I think it's going to be too late for that.”

No sooner had you said it than the dragon landed in front of you, roaring in challenge, all your weapons at the ready.

“I blame you for this.” Varric growled to you and you just shoot him a grin.

“Well, you can't complain there's a dull moment.”

With Varric and Bethany attacking from a distance, you and Fenris took the dragon head on. It hadn't been your smartest idea, but you figured that stealth wasn't going to be much good when it knew you were there.

The real problem came when the baby dragons attacked too, distracting you from the swiping claws, gnashing teeth and roars of fire from the big one. While they were young, their bites were still painful, a loud grunt from Fenris quickly telling you that, and even after he cleanly chopped its head off, it still remain clinging to his leg for a few a moments.

This then made the big dragon madder.

“I think she likes you Fenris,” You said, laughing, unable to help it, even as you leapt away from a furious swipe of its claws. “Maybe you can make her stop attacking too?”

“Or,” He snarled, kicking the head away. “You could stop joking and attack it too.”

“Where's the fun in that?” Varric shouted, taking out the other baby dragon with a clean shot, Bethany freezing the third one behind him.

“Don't start!” Fenris snapped and leapt back into the main fight.

Now that all attention could be directed towards the main dragon, the four of you were quickly wearing it down, which seemed to just be making it angrier, and it's attacks started to grow wild.

You bolted and slid underneath it to avoid an attack, your dagger coming up and embedding hard into the base of its neck, making it roar and raise up on its back legs. The dagger slipped from your grasp and you quickly cursed and dodged out of the way, glaring at the dragon as you spun your remaining dagger in hand.

“Don't do anything stupid Y/N.” Varric said, eyeing you carefully as you landed next to him. “We don't need you getting hurt.”

“That's my favourite dagger.”

“And you're my favourite human. I'd rather lose a dagger than you.”

You shoot him a grin. “Then you better cover me.”

Varric doesn't get a chance to answer as you dart forward, the dragon distracted by Fenris, going straight for your dagger, hoping to finally put an end to this fight.

Unfortunately, the quick movement seemed more than enough to get the dragons attention, its tail whipping out and catching you straight across the chest, sending you flying back, completely winded and you were sure with several broken ribs.

The dragon stalked towards you, unfazed by the shouts and attacks from the others. In a few short strides, it was over you, and before you can move a heavy foot pins you down.

All air is knocked from your lungs, you can't even scream as its head lowers towards you, a low, furious hiss sounding through its teeth.

You buried your remaining dagger into its foot, your only remaining defence, but this just made it bare its fangs, the hiss turning to a growl, and you had a brief moment of panic, thinking that this would be it.

Smoke began to billow from its mouth and you tried to squirm free, not feeling like ending up as a fried piece of meat today.

Movement caught the corner of your eye, but before you could focus on it, Varric was standing far to close for comfort.

“Eat this you over grown lizard!”

His shot was clean and accurate, and almost instant kill as the dragon roared, rearing up again, enough time for you to slip away, before collapsed back down, dust filling the air.

You drew in several deep breathes, coughing in the dust, staring at the fallen form of the dragon. “Good shot.”

Varric snorts and shoots you a look. “Was there much doubt when I was that close?”

Grinning, you shake your head. “It was still risky, rather foolish of you really.”

“I'll take that as a thank you,” he shoulder Bianca and heads to the dragon, tugging free your two daggers. “And see, your little daggers are still intact.”

You take his hand when he offers it. “Whole good, what about your safety?”

Varric shoots you a grin, his gaze earnest. “A man in love does not concern himself with safety.”

Behind him, Fenris rolls his eyes as Bethany gives a small giggle, you beaming as Varric.

“I'll try to remember that, I'd hate to have anything happen to my favourite dwarf.”

The snort cuts off Varric's story and his gaze quickly finds you seated a table or two away, your smirk hidden behind your mug of ale, the several patrons around Varric looking a little confused.

Varric grins. “As I was saying, we killed the dragon, found the treasure, and got ourselves free from the deep roads, hopefully for a long time this time, and that concludes our latest adventure.”

One patron was frowning at Varric. “Do you really expect us to believe that you and-"

“He's my favourite dwarf,” You cut over the patron. “So absolutely.”

They stared at you, a little in disbelief, but after a few more quick words from Varric, they moved off, seemingly impressed.

He joins you. “You almost ruined the ending.”

Chuckling, you drain the rest of your mug. “You're such a sap Varric, have I ever told you that?”

Varric smiles and shakes his head. “What do you want me to say? I can hardly use the words I actually said now, can I?”

“Well, it certainly would've gotten a rise out of them,” You thought on your word choice for a moment before breaking into a smirk. “Literally.”

Chuckling, Varric calls for two more drinks. “I meant it at the time, and, if my memory recalls, I made it up to you.”

“You mean I made it up to you,” You clink your mugs together. “I’m glad you’re my favourite, sappy dwarf, Varric.”

He leans over and presses a kiss to your cheek. “And I’m very glad that nothing’s managed to kill my favourite human yet, Y/N, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Tell less exciting stories, that’s for sure.”

Varric laughs and nods. “You know, for once I’m not going to disagree with you.”

#dragon age #dragon age 2 #human reader #varric tethras #varric x reader #short #drabbles #1300 followers challenge

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nose-bandaid · 3 years

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stud.hui.o fanatic

hello!! i see that your requests are open so,,, could i request a non-romantic gender-neutral reader & hui scenario where the reader brings food to the studio late at night and convinces hui to eat and get some rest bc everyone is worried abt him? maybe with some platonic hand-holding.........? thank u so much 😖

Hui (Hwitaek) x (gender neutral) Reader - platonic fluff:D | 2.1k words

synopsis: late night phone calls weren’t uncommon when you’re lee hwitaek’s best friend, because more often than not, the man is sucked into the void known as his studio, and it’s your responsibility to drag him out of there.

a/n: hey there anon!! gosh when i say that i loved this prompt i really do mean it, so i hope that you enjoy this fic and that it’s what you were looking for:) apologies for the multitude of italicized words they just felt necessary.

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Your phone had to buzz endlessly for a second time to bring you to your senses. It was far too early in the morning for a phone call, and typically, you would’ve just ignored it and gone back to bed. But when you read the caller ID, you begrudgingly hit the answer button.

“Wooseok?” His name came out slurred as you tried to rub the sleep out of your eyes. “What’s up? Everything okay?”

“Hi y/n, sorry to call you at this time, but Hui’s been in the studio literally all day, plus for like, half of yesterday, and we can’t get him to go home and rest. Practice ended like an hour ago, but he’s still in there.” His reply came out in a tired rush, and his voice was hushed as if he was trying to hide from someone. That someone probably being Hwitaek himself.

You caught onto what Wooseok was asking of you. This wasn’t the first time you had to drag him out of the studio. Being his best friend had many perks, way more perks that outweighed the few downsides that came along with it, and one of them was that you now carried the responsibility of kicking some sense into his overworking butt when he fell into this overloaded phase.

“I’ll be there in 20 minutes.” You answered without asking for any more details and bid your brief goodbyes before hanging up. Then, you got changed into some comfier clothes to match the chillier weather outside and grabbed your car keys.

It was late, and the only restaurant still open on your way to the studio was a small shop next to a karaoke bar, and you stopped by to pick up some fried rice. It wasn’t the most exciting meal out there, but for a 2am dinner run — or rather, breakfast-lunch-dinner run, if you were Hwitaek — it seemed pretty fitting.

When you arrived at the building and made your way to the studio floor, you saw the tall boy sitting on one of the benches in the hallways. He was hunched over, scrolling mindlessly on his phone and you could tell he was trying his hardest to stay awake for his leader’s sake.

You said a soft greeting as you approached him and he sent you a smile before letting a worried expression wash over him again. The door to the studio slightly ajar and Wooseok gestured for you to take a peek into the small gap, placing a warm hand on your back as he stood behind you.

“Just look at him.” He whispered, and you stared at your best friend working away on his computer, seemingly without any breaks to even think about what to do next. He simply clicked a few times, played something, shook his head, and then repeated the process all over again.

You turned back to Wooseok and began ushering him away from the door. “I’ll take care of this. I’m also guessing he hasn’t eaten much—” He nodded in agreement when you said that. “—so I brought some food with me. Go home and get some rest, I know you’re tired, just tell the others that I’ll bring him home... eventually.” You smiled reassuringly, but had to add in that “eventually” because deep down, you knew how just stubborn Hwitaek could be, and getting him out of the studio was a hefty task. Add in the upcoming planned promotions, then you get an even more stubborn version of him to work with — one that doesn’t understand the boundaries between work and self care.

Wooseok nodded slowly and your heart melted at the exhausted expression on his face. They’ve all been working so hard recently, heck, their packed schedules were a constant these days, and you could sense that it was taking a toll on them. Though no matter how tired they were, they always made sure to look out for each other, and you wanted to do your best to help ease at least some of the stress off the group. With a little more convincing, you finally got Wooseok to leave, giving him a hug before he did, and then you turned towards the task at hand. Even though the door was already opened, you knocked once to grab Hwitaek’s attention.

No answer.

You knocked again, this time calling out his name a couple times.

When he still didn’t answer, you gently opened the door all the way and let out a sigh when you fully took in his appearance.

“Hey, Hui.”

Still no answer.

You walked closer to him and leaned over to get a better look at his face. His eyes looked like they were seconds away from slumber, and his head rested on his hand like a makeshift pillow. “Hui? Hwitaek? Hui? Pentagon of Leader? Huiiiiiii?”

You placed the takeout gently next to his keyboard and then slowly nudged it so that it touched his arms resting on the table. When he didn’t respond to that either — and opted to mess around with the dynamics of the percussion in his composition instead — you stood straight up and let out a huff.

“Lee Hwitaek!” You called boldly and for the first time that day, he took notice of your presence.

“Oh, hey y/n. Could you check if this sounds okay?” He greeted you nonchalantly as if you hadn’t travelled all this way in the middle of the night to see him, and proceeded to play an excerpt of what he had splayed out on the screen. You stood there speechless until the music finished blasting from the speakers and then just stared at his expectant face.

“Hui you need to snap out of it! I know this comeback means a lot to you and you want to get the work done but you can’t do it like this.” You told him exasperatedly.

“What do you mean I can’t do it like this? I’ve always been doing it like this, and it works every time.” He defended, and he replayed the section for you to hear, but you still refused to pay attention to it.

“You do this every time only to have one of us literally drag you out of the studio! And then you face the consequences days later ‘cause your body’s exhausted, your mind’s exhausted — don’t you think you’ll work better if you were refreshed?” You moved his hand away from the mouse when he tried to go back to work and ignore you.

“I just have a little bit left to do and I’ll finish up soon, I promise.” He muttered. It was almost as if he was entranced by the idea of never ending work hours, and Lee Hwitaek was being sucked into the void of his monitor right before your eyes.

“I’ll finish it up soon, my ass. We’ve been best friends for what? 12 years now? I know you’re lying when you say that, and I know that you’ll be sick by the time you ‘finish’ this and then you’ll regret it later. It’s the same cycle over and over again and you need to stop, please I’m begging you, we’ve been through this so many times already.” You tried to calm yourself down. Getting frustrated over his stubbornness wasn’t going to do any good, if anything, it’ll only make the problem worse. He finally gave you his full attention when he noticed that you took a deep breath to collect yourself. Taking a deep breath has always been a sign that you meant business.

And yet he still replied to you blatantly. “If I don’t finish it up all at once, I’m going to forget about it later.”

You rubbed your forehead, trying to get rid of the annoyance that was building up within you. “And then you’re going to finish that part, only to think of another idea to work on right after that. Like I said, it’s a cycle and you need to realize that. Please, I’ll give you 30 minutes to finish what you’re doing and write your notes down, and then we’re going to take a walk, no matter what you say.”

He nodded at your firm tone and quietly got back to work after muttering a small “okay”. You spent the next 20 or so minutes watching him work, occasionally feeding him spoonfuls of the rice you brought, until he finally shut everything down and turned to you to scarf down what was left in the foam container.

“I didn’t realize how hungry I was.” He pointed out the obvious when there was no rice left, and he stretched before getting up from his seat. You giggled when you heard his joints crack at the sudden movement.

“Geez, you really are getting old, huh? And that’s what happens when you get stuck in sitting in this chair for more than 24 hours.” You lightly smacked his head to get some sense into him. “You don’t take care of yourself and don’t realize that your body needs food.”

He rolled his eyes, giving in to your light scolding. “Okay, okay, you’re right.”

“Sir, I am always right.”

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Not too long later, you were both taking a walk outside the building, entering the quiet night life of the city.

The winter air had a chill to it and you shivered a little, taking Hwitaek’s free hand into yours. He responded by squeezing it gently.

Small physical affirmations like these have always got you through your friendships. As people who both relied on them as a source of comfort, it’s what allowed you to be as close as you were now. Though there were times where you’d have your disagreements — take the little argument you had earlier — holding hands especially, has always been what you used to remind yourselves that in the end, you still loved each other. That you were still best friends.

“I’m so proud of you, you know that?” You told him quietly.

He laughed. “What? Am I getting a pep talk now?”

Your cheeks heated at his words and you stopped walking, pulling him into a stop as well. “I’m being serious here!”

He gave you a teasing look. “I know you are, and I appreciate you always coming to take care of me. Even though I’m not in your shoes, I do know how stubborn I can get and how frustrating it must be for you guys to watch me make the same mistakes over and over again.” He let out a sigh and scratched the back of his head. “But some habits are hard to break, yeah?”

You let out a small hum in agreement. It was true, everyone had their own habits — some good, some bad — and while Hwitaek had a fair share of endearing habits, between you and the rest of the boys, his were also the most concerning. You’d all rather have him stay healthy than have him work his soul away on some songs that can ultimately, only do the group so much. And getting him to realize that was a challenge, but it was a challenge you were all willing to take.

Your walk didn’t have a set destination, and you crossed streets and changed directions on a whim, adding more thrill to your little adventure. At one point, you even stopped at one of the convenience stores still open so that he could buy himself a drink. Which ended up simply being a carton of milk after you insisted that no, coffee at 3 am is not going to help him rest at all. You allowed him to at least get chocolate milk though. And you spent your time talking about anything unrelated to his work, sharing stories that you’ve missed during your time apart.

The two of you pretended like it wasn’t the middle of the night and that you weren’t freezing in the cold because neither of you were responsible enough to have prepared layers for the weather. Because so what if it was pitch dark and the only sign of life were the lonely taxis that drove by? If the only sound joining the chirps of the crickets were your laughter and you couldn’t feel the tips of your ears anymore? Your best friend finally had the chance to rest and be himself once again, and you’d be there for him no matter what time of day it was. As long as you got to see his shoulders relax a little and his smile genuinely reach his eyes again. As long as you knew that he’d listen to you, as his best friend, and that he’d let you take care of him when you needed to. It didn’t matter how often that had to happen.

When you turned the corner back to the entrance of the entertainment building, you looked at Hwitaek and nodded your head towards the floors upon floors towering above. “You wanna go back to the studio and work for a little while longer to let me hear what you’ve got so far?”

Getting him to take a break was already a miracle, and as much as you wished he would at least spend the night resting, you felt bad for dragging him out like this. You understood that he probably worked best if he was allowed to follow his train of thoughts without disruption, as bad as that habit was.

Thinking that he would agree to your offer, you were already making your way towards the entrance. But to your surprise, he grabbed your wrist to stop you and instead gave you a relaxed smile.

“Nah.” He pulled you closer to him and slung an arm around your shoulder, leaning into it a little bit. His body was pleasantly warm against yours.

“Let’s just go home, work can wait.”

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sierracolorstheworldofwords · 4 years

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Am anon who wanted to request Dark and Eric x reader dnfjfjfjfj y/n getting overwhelmed by how much they love the two and just wanting express that love but not being sure how?? (Take as long as you need to write it no pressure cncncn)

ANON I WROTE IT AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! IT IS SWEET FLUFF and I really like how it turned how but yee I hope it is okay, especially the ending anyway here’s the story! :D

Love was an overwhelming, pink tsunami that dragged you out to sea in its foamy claws and swallowed you whole. It left you trapped in an underwater world filled with butterflies that swirled into your stomach and nestled there. You were shocked by heart shaped eels and they sent jolts of electricity down your spine. Love is torture, sometimes, people say, but all the people who’ve said that forget what it’s like to be in love. It doesn’t feel like torture, and it never should. When those eels electrocuted you it felt like your whole body was laughing, and when those underwater butterflies emerged from the deep, it felt like they left playful kisses inside you.

People have said love is torture because it’s so overwhelming, so joyful, and for the first time in your life, you felt it.

You wanted to show Eric and Dark that, wanted them to see how you felt-- how they made you feel, like you were full of blooming flowers and sunshine. You wanted them to know-- but how could you? There were so many things they did for you! Dark would always give you roses, and candy, or he’d give you sweets he brought from the bakery, or just little tiny antiques he’d thought you like. Eric was much simpler, he cooked breakfast for you, or cleaned the house when you were feeling down, and sometimes, he’d just go outside for a while and come back with a hand full of wildflowers. What gifts could you buy, or make, or find to compare to those?

There was always psychical affection, but when it came to them, it seemed that for every kiss you gave them, they’d come back for a thousand more! What could you do for them? Where would you even start? Maybe with kisses and hugs? Or flowers? Or maybe you could go to the bakery and get their favorite? Or.. you huffed in frustration, before throwing your phone onto the mattress you sat on and flopping down onto it. What could you do? The anniversary was a week away, and you didn’t know what to do. Dark had a restaurant reserved already, and all of you were supposed to go out to lunch on the anniversary, and Eric said he was making a special morning breakfast-- you were responsible for dinner.

What could you even do? You sighed, before deciding to google some ideas for dinner. You picked up your phone, turned it on, and then went online. There wasn’t much, nothing was enough! You groaned, before deciding to go to your gallery, thinking that maybe you had some recipes saved there, but instead, you found..a lot of pictures and videos of you, Eric and Dark. You thought for a moment, a foggy image of an idea starting to form-- you needed to save those photos to a hard drive, but you kept forgetting! Maybe you could do that, no wait! You should print them instead! Duh! It would make a great anniversary present, and you could always figure dinner out later, anyway!

Getting up, you grabbed your wallet and keys before heading to a local store, which luckily had a machine where you could print photos on your phone. You went out the door, to the car, and drove. Once you were there, you entered the building, taking in the white tile and the stocked shelves, before noticing the craft aisle. You..you could make a scrapbook-- no, scrapbooks! Why didn’t you think of it sooner? Eric and Dark would each have their own! You rushed over, grabbing an orange photo album and a black one, before loading up on stickers, colorful paper, paint, markers and glitter glue. You put that all in the small cart before going to print your photos (which..cost a lot, surprisingly) you then went around the store,buying a polaroid camera and two boxes of film. Then, you paid and went home, stashing the supplies under your bed.

The week passed by in a blur of late nights, coffee and energy drinks, cutting up construction paper, kitten stickers, glitter glue, paint stained clothes, and ink stained hands, but the day arrived, and by that time, the albums were done. You also ordered a projector, which also conveniently arrived on time.

You awoke on the special day to the smell of bacon.

Unwrapping yourself from Dark’s arms, almost rushing out of the room, before you realized you forgot your polaroid camera. You grabbed it and adjusted the settings, making sure it wouldn’t flash by taking a picture of Dark sleeping. You then went to the kitchen, where Eric was calmly making breakfast and brewing coffee, even making homemade muffins as he hummed through the kitchen, flipping pancakes. He saw you and smiled.

“G-good morning!” You gave him a sleepy smile, “Good morning Eric.”

He turned his back towards the stove, where you took a quick picture, you then turned away, hid the camera in the big shirt you wore, and then let the picture develop, before managing to hide the pictures you took underneath the coffee table, where the scrapbooks lay. You then scurried to the table, sitting at the comfy loveseat you three often used.

Dark then came into the kitchen, his hair a mess, “Good morning..” You chuckled, “Good morning sleepy head.” “G-good morning Dark!” Said Eric, turning off the stove and getting the muffins out of the oven, he then served three big plates for all of you, stacked with pancakes, eggs, and bacon. After that, he grabbed three cups of coffee before sitting in the middle of the both of you, receiving kisses on his cheeks as he did.

“Thank you for breakfast!” You cooed, giving him another kiss on the cheek, before reaching over for the syrup on the table, and pouring it all over your pancakes. “Thank you for breakfast, darling.” Said Dark softly, before giving him another kiss on the cheek you managed to somehow snap a photo of the two before hiding your camera again.

After that, you all were so full that you just.. Ended up going to bed and watching movies till lunch time came, Eric was in the middle again, and cuddling next to Dark, who was petting his hair gently. After the third movie, you noticed that.. They were both asleep. You smiled, before taking the camera out again and taking a quick picture. You then snuck out of the bed, going to hide the picture you took once more.

You all got dressed in fancy clothing before going into Dark’s car, and driving to the place.

When you arrived, you were greeted with the sight of a fancy building surrounded by trees, the outside looked like a mansion, and you could see the multiple chairs and fancy tables inside. Dark took both of your hands and led you down the path, going to a waiter and saying his name, after that, you all were taken to a private section of the restaurant and then sat down at an exquisite table next to a window, where you could see a view of a beautiful garden. After ordering a fancy version of your favorite meal, Dark ordered a steak and fries, while Eric ordered chicken fried steak topped off with gravy and with potatoes.

The three of you ate in relative peace, talking and chatting, going over memories. After the meal was done, Dark whispered something in the waiter’s ear, they then left, going to get something. After a few minutes, they came back with two huge bouquets of roses and two boxes of chocolate. You were given a box and bouquet, while Eric was given the same. You both smiled at Dark and thanked him, which caused him to smile as well.

After the roses, you all ordered dessert and chatted more, laughing-- your boys smiling, you managed to take a few secret pictures, since you took a handbag with you, you got the pictures and hid them once more, along with the camera. Then, once the deserts were eaten, you all went home. You felt nervous as you did, but you hid it the best you could, talking and chatting with them as you did.. You hoped they would like dinner.. You just decided to order from their favorite restaurants, and then also order a custom cake from a local bakery, which was also going to be delivered.

You immediately got to work setting up the bedroom by telling Dark and Eric you were going to take a quick nap, which was a lie. Instead, you decorated the ceiling with string lights, fixed the bed up, and hung a sheet on one wall, using bluetooth to connect the projector to your phone. By the time you were done sprucing the room up, the doorbell rang. You rushed to answer it, wallet in hand, as you gave the deliverers their money, taking the four bags. You got French cuisine for Dark and some good ol southern food for Eric, while also getting your favorite and a pizza too. Just in case nobody wanted the other food. Five minutes after that, the cake came. It was chocolate, and wonderfully decadent. You even had the top decorated in gold, with happy one year anniversary-- here’s to making more memories! Scrolled on top.

You set up all the food in the bedroom and put the cake on the desk. You then made sure the projector was working. After everything was set up to your liking, you lead Dark and Eric into the bedroom, told them to put on their pajamas, and then went to go get your scrapbook. You scrambled to peek underneath the coffee table, getting the scrapbooks and grabbing your handbag, you fished out all the pictures and camera before rushing off to the bedroom.

You came inside to the sight of Eric and Dark wearing matching pajamas, you smiled at how adorable they looked.

“Don’t look at these until I’m done changing!” You said, placing their gifts on the bed before going into the same pajamas they were wearing. Once you were done, you grabbed the scrapbooks, and sat in the middle of them, before giving them each of their scrapbooks, Eric’s was a soft orange, covered with cute stickers of kittens, puppies, and other baby animals, along with flowers, you then gave Dark his, a dark black book, covered with cute little kitten stickers and roses as well.

They looked at you in surprise, and you smiled shyly, your cheeks heating up as they opened their photo albums.

Eric gasped softly, “I-it’s the selfie we took on our f-first date together! And look! It’s us at the p-park! And at d-disney land!”

Dark looked at his, and you glanced at him, noticing the smile on his face, as he pointed at a photo of him with a dog filter on, “I thought I told you to delete that.” You smirked, “And I thought I told you I wouldn’t delete it!”

You all laughed and smiled at the colorful, lovingly made, albums, pointing and laughing at memories as you did. Pictures of Eric and You in messy clothes, covered in flour, brought up the memory of you and him trying to make Dark a homemade cake. Another photo had Dark and Eric cuddling on the couch, another was at the beach, of you and Dark playing in the water-- there were so many, many memories. All of them happy. You held the photos from today in your hands, Eric smiling at the stove, Dark kissing his cheek, the food you ate this morning and at lunch, the garden outside the restaurant..you had so many happy memories.

“Darling, these..are wonderful!” Dark whispered, rubbing his finger over a picture of you and him, which was surrounded by the date (thank goodness for your phone, or you wouldn’t have remembered it) and the occasion, all written in beautiful cursive. The page was also filled with stickers and glitter, and pieces of construction paper cut into hearts.

Eric meanwhile, was looking at the scrapbook with tears in his eyes, before sobbing out, “I-I love it!” and giving you a hug. You had put so much work into it and he loved it! You scribbled lyrics from his favorite song, and even the lyrics of the first song you danced to together! He couldn’t help but cry! You even put baby duck stickers! He loved baby ducks!

You hugged him back, smiling and almost crying yourself, feeling so, so happy!

You sniffed, and then turned to the projector on the floor, before turning it on and going to your gallery, where all your videos were. You selected one, playing a home movie. It was of all of you, having a mini sleepover together, laughing and giggling as you started a pillow fight with Eric.

The next video played, featuring you snickering in the background as you caught Dark and Eric kissing, and teased them. Dark ran after you, which caused you to shriek. The next one was of you and Eric pranking Dark, mostly you, though. You tickled his nose and put whipped cream on his hand as he slept. He ended up with whipped cream all over his face. Videos of all three of you played, happy memories, wonderful memories-- full of giggles and kisses, laughter and cuddles, pull of pure pink waves of love, the happiest moments.

The last one was of you, talking to the camera, “Happy anniversary, you guys-- I-I um, just wanna thank you for making this the best year of my life,” both video you and real you teared up as it played, “I’ve never been so happy before,even when times got hard, and we got into arguments.. I was still happy, because I had you. I want to thank you for that. Here’s to another year-- no, another ten years! Happy anniversary, Dark and Eric, I love you.” Then, you brought a hand to your lips and blew a kiss to the camera, which caused them to chuckle, teary eyed.

Then, the video cut off, and they both looked at you, Eric was crying while Dark tried to hide it. They both hugged you, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“I lo-love you so much!” Eric sobbed, “I love you both so much.” A few tears slipped out of Dark’s cheeks as he hugged the both of you, “I love you both so much.”

You smiled, looking at the both of them, “And I love the both of you. Happy anniversary!” “Happy anniversary!” They said, before giving you a kiss on the cheek.

Dark sniffed, crossing his arms, “Enough of this sappy stuff. Let’s eat.”

You and Eric giggled, cuddling close to him and opening up the food before digging in. You put on a movie as the three of you cuddled, gorging on food as you did. After dinner was done, you opened the cake up, and you three each got a slice, when everything was done, you all were too sleepy to put it up. Dark ended up snapping his fingers, and everything disappeared into the fridge, he also turned off the projector. You all cuddled close together in the cozy blankets, exchanging kisses and going over memories until you fell asleep in their arms, the happiest person in the world.

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