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grapementos · 10 months

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How would Mha characters react when they find out your injured? (Requesting for Bakugo,Izuku,Kirishima,Aizawa and Denki! More can be added to ur liking!) ❤️

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『 ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱɪɢɴɪꜰɪᴄᴀɴᴛʟʏ ɪɴᴊᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ. 』

⤷ ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴋ. ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ, ᴋ. ᴅᴇɴᴋɪ, ɪ. ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪʏᴀ, ᴇ. ᴋɪʀɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ, ꜱ. ᴀɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⤷ ᴄᴡ: ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ɪɴᴊᴜʀʏ, ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ

you’d been too confident, too sure of the power that your quirk held. you misstepped, miscalculated, was three steps behind the villain as they swept you off your feet—not in the good way.

your head slammed against the ground as your legs crumpled beneath you, your ears ringing so loud it hurt your brain. your vision blurred, but you fought to focus again.

just as the villain moved to strike again, you rolled over and jumped to your feet, using the adrenaline to attack when they weren’t looking.

thankfully, your blow landed, but thanks to their quirk, it mirrored the damage and sent you flying.

you groaned as your back met a solid wall, the taste of iron filling your mouth, “fuck.”

thankfully, your head was left unscathed this time around, so you were able to pull yourself back up and strategize. adrenaline ran hot through your body, numbing the pain of the two recent attacks.

you attacked, but without your quirk, staying out of their line of vision. finally, when they weren’t paying attention, you used your quirk to finish the job.

you slapped some cuffs on them and called the police and then one of your sidekicks, letting them know your state and that you wouldn’t be able to make it back on your own.

once you hung up, you dropped down against the wall, the pain finally caught up to you, red-hot all over your body as you slowly slipped out of consciousness.

❥ katsuki stormed into the infirmary of your agency, wildly searching for you. the moment he laid eyes on you, relief evident all over his face.

“oh god, are you okay?” he grabbed your hand, squeezing it tight.

you coughed, your free hand resting on your ribs, “yeah. just a little banged up.” you lifted your shirt, showing the blossoming bruises, “you should see the other guy.”

he wasn’t laughing, not even smiling, “why didn’t you call for backup?”

“thought i could take ‘em.” you mumbled, a little embarrassed at your own weakness, “sorry.”

he sighed and shook his head, skimming his thumb over the back of your hand, “we can talk about it later. i’m just glad you’re okay. no permanent damage?”

you shook your head, “just a crap ton of pain. concussed. too much light hurts my eyes.”

he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “i’ll stay with you and make sure it’s as dark as you need it to be.”

“thanks, kats.” you smiled, giving his hand a light squeeze, “thanks for coming.”

“of course, baby. the moment i found out you were hurt, i started running over here.”

“you ran?” you giggled but stopped once the pain in your side grew to be too much.

“yeah, was a couple blocks away. don’t laugh, i don’t want you to get more hurt.” he frowned.

“‘kay, i wont. i love you.”

“i love you, too.”

❥ kaminari nearly stumbled over himself as he busted into the infirmary, eyes already red-rimmed after he’d heard the news. you felt the nervous energy buzzing off of him as soon as he stepped into the room, a faint hum being heard as his quirk interacted with the lights.

once he saw you, he was immediately by your side, hands on your cheeks, “are you okay?”

he was just a bit too loud, hurting your already throbbing head.

once he noticed you wince, he apologized and spoke at a whisper, “sorry, love. how are you feeling?”

you nodded, “i’m okay. just bruised and have a bit of a concussion.”

his face was pained just at the thought of you being hurt, “as soon as we get out of here, we’re gonna lay down, watch movies with the blinds closed and lights off, and take it easy.”

you smiled at the idea, “sounds amazing, kami.”

he kissed your hand, “then hurry up and get better, okay?”

you nodded, slowly and carefully scooting over to make some room for him on the bed, "lay with me?"

he grinned, carefully claiming the spot next to you. it was a tight fit, but he was able to lay by your side without causing you any pain.

"think i'm gonna nap." you mumbled, looking at him with tired eyes.

"alright, i'll be right by your side, baby."

❥ midoriya was a mess when he finally walked through the door, having stopped at the store to pick up anything you might have needed, including an extra pair of clothes.

"sorry i didn't get here sooner," he placed the items on the bureau, "i thought you might need some food and clothes. i know your quirk takes a lot out of you, not to mention your injuries, so--"

"izu," you stopped him, squeezing your eyes shut, "just come be with me, please."

he shut up, making his way over to you, "how're you feeling?"

"i'm okay. i should've called for backup," you reached out for his hand, linking your pinkie with his.

"yeah, you should've, but now you'll know for next time." he assured, "i'm just so relieved that you're okay. i hate that you don't have a partner."

"don't." you stopped him, cause you knew exactly where this conversation was going, "you're not quitting your agency and joining mine or vice versa. we're doing good, izu. this was just a bump in the road."

he sighed, pulling up a chair next to your bed, "yeah. okay. i know you can handle yourself, but it still scares me."

you smiled, "well, i may not have one for all, but i can handle myself. i just got cocky today. i'm okay, izuku. we're okay."

he nodded, seemingly convinced by your words, "alright, i trust you. now, get your rest. i'll be here."

you kissed his hand, "i know you will."

❥ kirishima all but tore the door off its hinges to get into your room. he was by your side faster than you could've even kept up with, worry and fear evident in his eyes.

"are you okay? your commissioner called me an--and, i came straight here--they didn't give me any specifics, i just--"

"woah, eiji," you grabbed his hand, placing it over your heart, "feel it? i'm okay. just got thrown around a little. kinda part of this whole hero deal."

he calmed down at the feeling of your heart thrumming against his palm, an significant amount of stress rolling off his body in waves, "yeah, okay." he whispered, getting his bearings, "sorry, sorry, i just.. i assumed the worst."

"i know you did. you always do, but i'm here, and we're together, and everything's okay." you assured, intertwining your fingers with his, "i just wanna go home w'you already."

"i know, but i think they're gonna keep you here overnight," he frowned, "i'll stay here with you. sleep on a chair or something."

"you can sleep with me, ei." you rolled your eyes but immediately regret it when even that hurt your head, "just don't crush me in your sleep."

he shook his head, "no way. i can't risk that. really, i'll just ask for a cot or something."

you knew he wouldn't budge, so you nodded, "fine. but you're holding my hand all night."

he grinned for the first time, showing you that blinding, sharp smile that you love, "duh."

❥ despite how calm he usually was, aizawa swung the door open to the infirmary, scared and a bit angry.

"do you want me to scold you before or after i ask if you're okay?" he frowned, approaching your bed.

"get it over with." you couldn't help but grin, ready for the reminder of all the mistakes you made that landed you in the infirmary in the first place.

he narrowed his eyes, "backup, y/n. the entire point of having sidekicks and being a hero out in the public eye is that you have backup--visibility. you're strong, but you're too self-reliant."

"you think i'm strong?"

his eye twitched. he really didn't see the humor in your situation, but it was you, and he could never stay mad at you, "y/n, you're insufferable, but i'm being serious. being a hero means knowing when to call for help, so please, for my sanity and your health, can you master that skill?"

you sighed, knowing he was right, "yeah, i can. i'm sorry. i just got cocky after i moved up in the ranks this past week."

"that's why i chose underground," he muttered, "numbers get in your head and make you think you're invincible, like some omnipotent god."

you giggled, holding onto your side as pain flared up, "not this again. you're never gonna persuade me to be an underground hero. i am an omnipotent god."

"and that's how you wound up here, in an infirmary." he pinched the bridge of his nose, "you're gonna be the death of me."

"at least you'll go out with a bang," you grinned, reaching up for his hand.

he grabbed it, placing a kiss atop, "true, darling. very true."

a/n: woooo, thanks for the request. funny story: i actually started writing bakugo’s part and then it became like,,, 1.5k long,,, so i’m doing a stand-alone for him!!

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creative-caramel-coffee · 10 months

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Just trying to game

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1.1K

Summary: You snuck out of bed in the early hours to game despite your cold. What happens when you get caught?

TW: Delirium, nightmares (mentioned),

A/N I probs wont be able to post for a while. (Maybe I will, maybe not.) Im going on holidays. Depends if I find time :)

Your screen was starting to hurt your eyes, making the pounding headache increase, but you paid it no mind. The light was blurring your brain and scrambling your thoughts. Your stream’s chat had been going off since you signed on. Your fans begging you to go to bed and threatening to sick Wanda and Nat on you. Shrugging it off, you knew they didn’t have their numbers to do that. You’d locked the door. It was nearing 3am. After a sleep riddled with nightmares and fever dreams you decided to get up and game. You had switched on your stream after sneaking out of bed with your two girls. They wouldn’t be happy if they knew, but to the best of your knowledge they were still asleep.

Halfway through another game, your phone buzzed. It was tony. The only other person who would be up at this time. He claimed your fans were spamming his public account on instagram and if you didn’t get them to stop he’d get Wanda to kick you off your stream. You begging the stream.

“Guys. Stop spamming tony.” You half coughed, your voice gravelly.

The chat simply blew up in response. Groaning you switched your phone off, much to your fans dismay. Everything seemed ok for about twenty minutes before the door slammed open. You’d missed the red magic unlocking it. Two tried and angry girls stormed in. The chat went wild as Nat switched off the stream, your protests dying in your throat as you broke into a coughing fit. Strong hands rubbed your back and another guided your head into her lap. When had you ended up on the floor. A cool glass was pressed to your lips and water soothed your sore throat. When your vision cleared you saw Nat’s worried face looking at you as you laid in Wanda’s arms.

“Baby why are you awake?” Wanda’s anger seemingly gone.

“Stupid dreams and cough wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“Oh sweetheart.” Nat cooed coming over to join you on the floor. She carded a hand through your hair stopping when she touched your forehead. “Oh baby your on fire.”

“I know I’m so hot” you winked. Making Nat roll her eyes.

“No my sweet. You have a fever.” Wanda smiled, concerned.

“Oh.” You said before hunching over in another coughing fit as your throat burned. The hands were back as they guided you back to the water.

“Oh love that doesn’t sound good.” Wanda cooed.

“Let’s get you back to bed and take your temperature. Love your defiantly sick and probably delirious.”

“Ok.” You smiled, eyes closing.

“Not here. In bed love.” Wanda smiled tapping your cheek lightly. You smiled at her making grabby hands at Nat who rolled her eyes and scooped you up. You nuzzled into her neck, her cool skin feeling amazing against the fire raging under your own.

Wanda disappeared, probably in search of the thermometer. After a long amount of rummaging in the bathroom she swore. Coming out to face you, her hands poised dangerously on her hips.

“Love. Where is it?” She sighed.

“Where’s what?” Nat asked, confused.

“She hid the thermometer.”

“Really Y/n/n?” Nat groaned. Making you giggle, the fever starting to effect you.

“‘S funny.” You laughed. Wanda fought down a smile. You were very childish when sick. You pointed at the bathroom. “S in there or sumfing.” You grinned. Nat and Wanda both went to look and you whined at the loss of contact. After about five minutes, there was a noise of triumph.

“You really hid it in a toilet paper roll love?” Wanda asked slightly amused.

“Dunno. Can’t r’meber.” You slurred, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. Nat gently pulled your wrist away, you whined again.

“You either stop rubbing or eye drops.” Nat cooed softly. That made your stop. You hated eye drops.

“Did we turn off da stream?” You yawned.

“Oh baby. Your really out of it aren’t you love?” Wanda cooed. You simply shrugged in response, to tired to form proper words.

“Open up.” Nat said tapping your chin. You opened your mouth. The cold metal feeling good against the underside of your tongue. Everything was on fire and achy. You almost cried when they took away the cool metal.

Wanda frowned. “101.9 love that’s too high for my liking. We don’t want to fry that sweet brain of yours.” Nat’s hands felt amazing as she ran them through your sweaty hair.

“Do you think you could have a shower love?” Wanda asked.

“We can help you my sweet.” Nat smiled.

You simply whined in response. Dubbing you too delirious to understand, the girls scooped you up. Stripping themselves then you and climbing into the bath. They scrubbed your body. You let a few tears fall at the cold temp which felt like ice on your skin. Wanda wiped them away giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“Oh love. It’ll be over soon.” She cooed. Pulling you flush against her.

When the had both rinsed and dried off they wrapped you in a fluffy towel and then put you into Nat’s shorts and Wanda’s big hoodie. You looked positively adorable in your girls eyes. But your pink nose and cheeks won out as you sneezed into the sleeve pathetically.

“M sorry” you mumbled.

“That’s ok my heart you cant help it.” Nat smiled rubbing your arm from where she was holding you up. Now you were slightly more lucid and able to walk on your own. Nat still guiding though. She walked you over to the bed where Wanda laid waiting.

“Come one my sweet.” Wanda patted the bed beside her which you promptly face-planted into. Making the girls laugh. They pulled your shaking form close. The fever down but not broken. You were too tired to do anything more than cry.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Nat asked, crawling in on your other side sandwiching you between them.

“Cold and feel gross.” You sniffed, tears welling in your eyes.

“Aww love. Go to sleep. We’ll be right here if you need us.” Wanda ran her hands through your hair as Nat rubbed circles on your lower back.

Unable to stay away you succumbed to sleep. Not wasting another moment, your sleeping form curled up into the girls making them coo quietly at your cuteness.

“Sleep well sweetheart.” Nat smiled, giving you a kiss on the cheek. You squirmed in your sleep as Wanda wrapped her arms around you. Wiggling into her chest, the three of you went to sleep. You felt safe and loved in their arms.

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skyechild · 7 months

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Silence

𖤐 pairing: Seungcheol x Jeonghan x Reader (M/M/F) 𖤐 genre: a fuck of angst, smut towards the end, then fluff. 𖤐 warnings: bruises, Jeonghan being possessive with Cheol, dont have intercourse if youve had any alcohol at all, alcohol towards the end 𖤐 wc: 8.2k 𖤐trope/au: f2l, non-idol 𖤐 summary: It was only supposed to be an outing with the boys, nothing more. But what happens when you wake up in the bed of the one couple in the group, AND you can remember everything. this is also mostly for Ki bcuz its Jeongcheol <3 𖤐 notes: this was supposed to be small i promise...ITS FINALLY DONE 𖤐 tag list: @cultofdionysusnet / @stravvberrymilksan / @kwanisms

Silence.

It wasnt supposed to end like this. With you waking up in Jeonghan and Seungcheol's beds not in your clothes from the night before. It was supposed to end with you under their covers between them while they slept. It was only supposed to be a small outing with the group. You were only going for a few drinks, let the stress from every day jobs go away for the long weekend it....not end up in the bed of the only couple in the group.

Silence

The silence made you nervous, anxiety spiking. The sound sound that could hear was silence. Your mind had stopped and restarted. There was no fan or anything, you could barely register the deep breaths of the two boys beside you sleeping. You knew Seungcheol was a deep sleeper. But Jeonghan was a wild card. He never slept in a certain way, not deep nor light. Oh my god what if Joshua was looking for you?

The silence is so loud.

You (somehow) managed to slide out of bed without waking either, grabbing the dress you wore last night and putting it on after stripping off the shirt. You looked around for you phone, a pang in your chest when you watched Jeonghan roll into Seungcheols arms. You grabbed your phone off the table. You looked at your wrists. Bruised.

Silence

You opened the door, cringing at the slight creak before you slipped out, noticing the two didnt wake. Now to get out of their apartment. God this was a mistake. Youre never going to be able to face them again, you wont be able to face the rest of the boys knowing that you fucked the oldest two. You ruffled your hair aggressively. You fucked up big.

You wanted to scream, yell and run out into the streets. Sleeping out of apartment after slipping on your heels, giving it one last look. Looking at the clock you sighed when you noticed it was 5am. Good, it was early enough that you didnt need to worry about the walk of shame. You made the quick walk back to your apartment, opening the door to Joshua sitting on your couch. He looked you up and down before he sighed. "They marked you up good."

That was all it took before you choked out a sob. You knew Jeonghan hated sharing, the bruises on your wrists from when he refused to let you touch Seungcheol still hurt. Every time you moved your wrist there was a dull pain that shot through your arms. The hickeys werent pretty. They werent there from possessiveness. No, Jeonghan bit you out of jealousy. Sure the other was tipsy, he was never that angry with you. The tone of his voice scared you. Why did he entertain you then? Why did he bring you pain instead of kicking you out?

You fell into Joshuas arms. "He bit me Shua." You hiccupped, hugging him as tight as you could, ignoring the pain. "Not like a dog. He was jealous." You pulled back from the other and smiled slightly. Joshua has seen you naked so it didnt bother you when you let your dress fall. The bruises on your hips were from Seungcheol, given from lust, some of the hickeys were from the eldest as well. "Jeonghan...im never going to be able to look at him again."

You phone buzzed and Joshua took it out of your hand as you put the dress back on. "Go change into one of my shirts." You rubbed your eyes and sniffled. "Ok." He looked at you again. "Take a shower too." You smiled slightly, a huff leaving you of weak laughter. You nodded and headed to the bathroom.

Joshua took your phone and unlocked it. The passcode was his birthday and his was yours. The best of friends you were. Looking at the notif as he watched more came in. All from the two you were just with. Seungcheol was confused as to where you went, he had looked everywhere and couldnt find you. Multiple texts from Seungcheol, texts from Jeonghan were after. First they sounded like forced apologies then they seemed genuine then they seemed urgent, snaps and texts kept coming in, each more rushed and panicked then the last. Then the calls started.

He sighed, letting each one go to voicemail. Turning your phone off he forced a smile once you came back from the shower. "Go sleep now. Im going to keep your phone for now." You nodded as you turned back around. "Can i sleep next to you?" He nodded before you both walked to his room, him following once he locked the door.

How was he to tell you everything that was going on? They wouldnt probably start with him next considering you lived together. You and Joshua may have been best friends since diapers despite being a year apart but he knew you well enough to think you probably panicked. Once you laid down he got a full view of all the marks on your body. "Im going to grab some bruise cream ok? Ill be back." You nodded, sitting up and waiting.

He wasnt gone long, grabbing the cream from his bathroom as he came back. "Where did they all mark?" You held out your wrists, tilted your neck and then motioned under your shirt. "Seungcheol's werent out of anger." You murmured and he smiled. "I know. I hate to say it, but you should probably let him explain." You shook your head. "Not yet." You whispered and he nodded, understanding.

Once finished covering your bruises you both laid down, you scooting into his arms. He smiled softly as he hugged you close, stroking your hair until you drifted off. Hopefully the two had stopped. Reaching for the phone he placed on the table he turned it back on, all the old notifs coming in. He thanked you and himself that it was on vibrate. He sighed, looking at all the texts and snaps that the two had sent you. The voice mails also seemed to get from confused to worried then to concern and panic. That last text was 5 minutes before he had turned the phone back on.

'We are coming over.'

"Like hell you are." He mumbles, happy that he did all the locks. The only had the main key to get in. To break in you would need a Halligan tool, be strong enough to kick it down or be able to pick locks. Which he knew the others had none of the above. He placed your phone down just as the knocks on the door started. He rolled his eyes, when you stirred he started humming, hoping it would help enough.

It didnt.

You woke with a start once the knocks got louder and more aggressive. "Its just Seungcheol and Jeonghan." You tensed and he shook his head. "All the locks are done, they cant get in." He had installed the locks after there was a break in while you were home alone. He strokes your hair again before sighing. "Ill tell them to go away and youll text them when youre ready." He soothes and you hesitate to release him, not wanting to let go of the one thing keeping you somewhat tethered to reality and not up in the sky with anxiety.

You let him go, biting your lip as he disappears into the living room. He unlocks the door and blocks the door before either of them can try and shove themselves in. He raises a brow, crossing his arms. "Can i help you?" Joshua doesnt get angry easily, so when he does theres a fear thats in everyones body. He only get angry when it comes to your safety and health. He tolerates a lot but this is the angriest Jeonghan has ever seen him.

"Can we talk to Y/n?" Joshua chuckled at the question, the image of your bruises coming to his mind. "No you cannot." He smiled brightly, though the disbelief was in his eyes. "The bruises on her that i put cream on from you? I know your possessive but. Jesus fucking christ Han." Joshua rolled his eyes as Jeonghan's eyes widened before he shifted his eyes to Seungcheol. "She mentioned that yours were ok."

His eyes went back to Jeonghan. "Should put a fucking muzzle on you like a dog. You bite..." He paused. "..and not in a good way." By now you have made your way to the hallway, peeking around the corner to see whats going on. Joshua huffed as there was no answer. "I ask nicely. Please leave. She will talk to you when she wants to." Seungcheols eyes flick over his shoulders, locking eyes with you and they comically grow wider. His mouth opens to speak but you go back to hiding. His mouth shuts, a slight pout on his lips. Hes going to take it that means you dont want him to call out to you.

He furrowed his brows before his eyes went back to Joshua. He wants to ask why he cant talk to you when the Jeonghan is the problem. But he purses his lips., he sort of understands though, Jeonghan is possessive- wait...

"Wait..." Seungcheol speaks up for the first time. "What do you bruises. I only left some on her hips?" Joshua turns his gaze to the oldest of the three. "Our dear Hannie here-" He says the nickname almost mockingly. "-left aggressive bruises on her wrists and other places." He states. "But if you dont mind, its currently six-thirty am and id like to sleep so if you wouldnt mind leaving...thatd be great. Thanks, bye." Joshua takes the moment they are both dumbfounded to slam the door and lock it. All of the locks.

He walks back and hugs you tightly. "Dont show Hao. He is worse then me when angry." He smiles teasingly. At the mention of your brother you shake your head rapidly. "I wont. You cant either." He nods, waddling you both back to his room to sleep again, not bothering to listen for their footsteps leaving.

Youve both been mistaken for dating, multiple times. You tried once, but it felt too weird. But the pack you both had made remains. You waddle back with him, walking backwards while he led. "Still sleepy?" You nodded, resting your head on his chest. "How are you always so warm?" He chuckles, kissing the top of your head before turning a bit so you both land on your sides when you make it to the bed. The sheets werent made from when you snuck out but he manages to get them up and over you both. "Sleep well Y/n." He whispers.

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Its only a day or two later that you decided to message them back. You read all the texts, watched the snaps and listened to all the voicemails. You arent sure youll ever forgive Jeonghan. It hurt, and everyone was buzzed but that still didnt excuse what he did. You remember everything and from what Seungcheol admitted, he didnt know of the bruises Jeonghan left.

Joshua had told you that you couldnt go to the doctor because they would get suspicious. Bruises that dark and everyone would set off the doctors who would tell the authorities. That was not an option. You sighed, resting your arms crossed on the table and let your head fall on them. Your sleeves covered the slowly fading bruises and managed to cover up the hickeys on your neck with make up, luckily you brother hadnt noticed. You had to convince Joshua to let you go alone, but he told you hed be down the street should something happen. You had smiled and nodded.

You tense, colour draining from your face as you heard the seats in front of you move. You didnt want to look up, you could tell who it was when they cleared their throat. You clenched your face. "Y/n? Can you look at u-me?" Seungcheol caught himself. He knew you probably didnt want to see the blonde right now, he was right.

Shaking your head you kept your forehead against the table, jerking your hands back when you felt your sleeves being moved. You heard a sharp inhale, most likely Seungcheol's. He passed out right after he had cum. Jeonghan had smacked away your hands when you reached over to remove the condom. The hushed whispering wasnt hushed, Seungcheol was never good at it.

"Jeonghan what the fuck." He hissed you you peeked up from your cover of your arms. "I dont know how to answer." He whispered back. Jeonghan was better at whispering, but you felt like he was being louder for your sake. "Theres really nothing i can say and it not sound like an excuse." He mumbled and you lifted your head and sat up straight, putting your hands in your lap as you looked out the window.

You bit your lip, trying to gather the courage. Jeonghan spoke before you could. "Y/n. Im really sorry. Its not that i didnt want you touching Cheol, yes you squirming under him was cute, but...I dont know how to explain it. "I know im possessive and i went too far." He took a deep breath. "I just didnt know if i wanted you to touch me first or him." You frowned at the words. "So you let bruises on me and bit me because...you didnt want me touching him before you? Jeonghan that is the biggest fucking excuse ive ever heard. Youre not a fucking dog Jeonghan. You dont just bite people you dont like. Why did you even entertain the thought of us sleeping together if you were going to act like that?" He looked down, not meeting your eyes.

"Because i want you! Ive wanted you for years! I wanted you since Shua introduced us." He confessed. Even Seungcheol seemed surprised at the confession. It was silent for a while. Again.

The silence was so loud.

You choked out a forced laugh. "Dont lie." You locked with him. "Im not. I know Cheol feels the same way...We dont really...sleep with other people. Example being..." He motioned to you and your hands fell onto your wrists. "I hate you." You spoke and Jeonghan felt his heart crack. "At least I want to hate you." You continued, Jeonghan's head shooting up. "Dont look so hopeful Han." You confessed, watching his shoulders slump.

"Im gonna give you a chance. But i...i dont think i can bare you touching me..." You murmur, biting your lip. "You hurt me Han..." You whispered. "I've never seen you like that, and you scared me. I have never been scared of you, but that...that was someone else i felt i didnt know. You were some stranger that looked like my Hannie." You whispered before you gaze went to Seungcheol.

"Hi Cheol..." He smiled, nodding at you as he scanned you. "Can i see...can i see your wrists?" He whispered and you wanted to say no, you wanted to so badly. Seungcheol was your weak spot. His wide eyes and pretty lips. Your heart skipped a beat whenever he smiled and you saw his dimples. You hesitated, raising one hand for Seungcheol.

He held out his hand, waiting till you put you hand in his. "Can i say something funny?" You nodded. His jokes or things he thought we funny either ruined the mood or made you cry from laughing. "I felt like ii shouldve said 'paw' just now." You cracked a smile, a soft giggle leaving you as Seungcheol held your hand carefully. When you looked up at him after staring at your hand in his, his dimples made you smiled wider. You loved his dimples so much.

He moved the sleeve to see your wrist and he was quiet for a moment before he leaned forward, pulling your hand a bit closer as he kissed the bruise. "Im so sorry for that Y/n." He whispered. His heart had dropped when he saw the bruise. You pulled your hand back, eyes flickering to Jeonghan whos mouth had open in shock. "..i really did that?"

He wanted to reach out and copy his boyfriend. Reach out and hold you hand so gently and place a kiss on the skin like Seungcheol did. But he wasnt going to touch you. Not only did you not want him to touch you, but he was scared to touch you again. He thinks it will take a while for both of you to be ok touch each other.

You nodded, glancing at him. He hated to look in your eyes. It wasnt fear, it was something like caution and hesitance. You looked away from him quickly, looking back at Seungcheol who still had his lips on your wrist. Removing them he sighed. "Im sorry i didnt notice." He whispered. You should your head. "It isnt your fault Cheol." You whispered before you took your hand back. "It was all our faults. We shouldnt have had sex at all." You said bluntly.

"We all had some alcohol. I guess i should be happy im not pregnant." You let out a small laugh. "I think id rather had these..." You motioned to your wrists. "...then be pregnant. Sorry Cheol, i know you have a breeding kink." You watched his jaw drop and you laughed, a smile appearing on Jeonghan's lips. Both had forgotten how much of a menace you were. An ugly snort left Jeonghan as he thought about it again.

You brought your hands back to your lap. "Thank you for agreeing to meet me." You murmured and Jeonghan smiled slightly. "Thank you for letting me explain." You nodded, smiling a bit. "I'll text you guys later?" They nodded and watched as you got up, texting someone before throwing them a smile. "Do you need a ride?" You shook your head. "Shua is just down the road." They nodded and got up to leave as well, walking you out and waiting til Joshua got there and you got in. Both boys got a slightly dirty look from him.

They guess they will have to kiss Joshua's ass to get his forgiveness.

--- Three months after

You and Jeonghan were working on skinship slowly. You were no long flinching when he reached for you. It was a small twitch now. Jeonghan didnt look so shattered when you moved away from him. Seungcheol was the only one you didnt move away from. Jeonghan had become less possessive, he didnt blow a fuse every time someone touched Seungcheol. He was happy to give you space, happy to watch you hug Seungcheol, it made Seungcheol happy so it made Jeonghan happy.

A few days later is when you finally approached Jeonghan, arms tight by your sides as you cleared your throats. “Hannie?” You whispered, watching as he spun around to face you, surprise evident on his face. “Can i hug you?” A smile spreads on his face as he nods, opening his arms, smiling when you came in for a hug. “Hi angel.” He whispered against your neck, a soft smile on his lips, hands stroking your hair and back.

“Thank you.” He heard you mumble into his chest and he tightened the hug. “No thank you." He pulled back a bit, pressing his lips against the side of your head. "We should go on a date." He murmured against your hair and you were quiet for a moment and it made Jeonghan almost retract his words. "A date?" He barely heard you mumble and he nodded, smiling down at you.

The bruises have faded by now but recently since you started letting Jeonghan give you skinship he would leave kisses on both wrists. He never mentioned it but you knew he was apologizing in his own way. You had smiled whenever he had placed kisses on your wrists. A constant silent 'im so sorry' in his own words. He didnt know how to apologize for it in words so he went into actions. Whenever you held his hand he would stroke the skin, almost unconsciously now.

"Yeah, go get ready peach." He smiled as he pulled away, patting your butt as you disappeared into the bedroom to change only to peek back out. "Fancy or casual?" Jeonghan glanced over his shoulder. "Casual." He smiled at you as you disappeared back into the room to change, returning to finishing the dishes. You stole one of Seungcheol's hoodies. They were always big on you, the hem reaching mid thigh and the sleeves covering your hands. You decided on jeans under it followed by the shoes Joshua bought you.

Peeking back our you watched as the blonde put away the dishes. You walked up to the island behind him and leaned against it, watching him. Jeonghan was pretty, very pretty. You sighed quietly, not wanting to alert him to your presence yet. You wanted to admire him for a second, he got better on not being possessive, even if Joshua hadnt forgiven him still. He smiled lightly as he put the last dish away, turning around and gasping once he saw you. "Hi peach, you surprised me." He walked around the table and poked your cheek lightly.

You slipped into his arms. Seungcheol was out that day so you had some much needed alone time with the blonde. You couldnt run away and hide next to Seungcheol like you use to. You smiled softly at him, chin resting on his sternum. Skinship has been easier with him the last few days, it always use to be. He smiled widely, at the touch. "You look ready to go. Give me a second to get ready then we can go."

There was a small piece of you that didnt want to let go of him. He was always warm, almost like a human heater. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and shifting his boy to pick you up, hands moving down to the back of your thighs. "If you dont let me go baby i cant change." You shook your head, legs wrapping around his waist and hiding your face in his neck. You missed being this close to him.

You heard his chuckle against your hair as he walked towards the couch, sitting down and sighed, leaning back. Jeonghan might not be the strongest but it seems like hes been working out. His hands came up to rub your back. "I thought you wanted to go on a date?" You nodded. "I do...i just missed hugging you like this." You heard the shaky breath he let out as he held you closer. "I missed you so much..." He confessed, biting his lip. "But i gotta change if you want to go on that date."

You pouted before you released him, cheeks pink as you moved to sit next to him. "Can you change quickly?" He chuckled, nodding as he got up, walking quickly towards their shared room to change. It was still hard to go in their room, flashbacks of that night always flashing at the forefront of you mind. He came back quickly and he reached his hand out. "Ready?" He whispered. You grabbed his hand before you even stood up, lacing your fingers together.

It was almost easy to go back to the usual touches you guys use to have today. You hope its not a one day thing.

Jeonghan takes you to a cafe around the corner after locking the door, hands never separating. His thumb is stroking the back of your hand, seems like its unconsciously. Once your both sitting down hes already ordered both of your favorites. His head is resting on his hand, eyes watching you fondly as you stare at the table, unable to meet his eyes.

"Youre adorable." He stated, smiling at you once you glanced up at him, cheeks still red. "Huh?" You were dumbfounded, confused. "I said, youre adorable." He grinned, one corner of his lips higher then the other.

He was smirking.

It made your jaw drop. "Uh...thank you?" He nodded, grinning softly. It was an actual smile, softer then usual. You bit your lip, returning the smile. "You...youre pretty." He grinned wider. "Thank you sunshine." You smiled a bit. His nicknames were so cute, you had to admit that.

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The date ended nicely, him teasing as usual. Once you had gotten inside, Seungcheol was sitting on the couch. You had yet to go on a date with both of them. "Where have you guys been? You grinned, skipping over to him, releasing Jeonghan's hand. "We went on a date!" His eyes towards Jeonghan before he smiled, standing up, tugging you into his arms, kissing your forehead. "Did you have fun?" You nodded and he hugged you tightly. "Thats good."

Jeonghan slipped behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, landing on Seungcheols hips. He grinned against your neck, pressing a few kisses on the skin. "Im kind of tired now though." You mumbled, stroking the blondes hair. "How about we make a pillow fort, get some snacks and watch a movie?" Seungcheol spoke quietly, stroking the skin of your hip where your shirt had risen.

"That sounds fun!" You turned back around. "Make it pretty Cheol!" You teased, hugging Jeonghan tightly, eyes sparkling. "Hey thats rude!" You heard Seungcheol whine. Jeonghan loved teasing anyone, Seungcheol happened to be one of his favorite targets. Seungcheol snaked his arms around your waist before tugging you backwards into his chest before he dug his fingers into your side, a loud shriek leaving your lips followed by giggles as Seungcheol started the assault of tickles.

It was almost hard to keep you from wiggling out of his arms and reaching out for the blonde. "Hannie help!" He grinned, taking a step forward. The mischief in his eyes automatically made you regret asking for help. "I gotta help." He cooed and you made you wiggles more aggressively, trying to get away before Jeonghan could get his fingers on you. "Wait please, please i give! Merci meri!" You felt Seungcheol stop but Jeonghan didnt stop moving, causing you to drop from your spot against Seungcheol's spot in order to escape the heathen trying to get a hold of you.

You made a run for it. Running down the hall and hearing Jeonghan's footsteps right behind you, a yelp leaving your mouth when you glanced back. He was closer then you thought. Skidding around the corner you stumbled up the stairs and aiming for the bathroom at the hall. Only you barely made it up the stairs for a weight slammed into your back, arms snaking around your waist. "Gotcha!"

"Wait wait! Hannie please!" You yelped, fighting against the grip the other had on you. It wasnt a tight grip that you couldnt get out of if you actually tried but one that felt more like a playful threat. He didnt tickle you, now the only ticklish thing he had was the whisper of kisses against your neck. That was almost worse then the actual tickles.

Spinning you around he smiled bright at you, dropping a kiss on the side of your head. "Ok i wont. But lets go help Cheol set up." He released you from his arms except for your hand, lacing your fingers together as he walked with you down the stairs. He released your hand to start helping Seungcheol with the fort while you grabbed snacks and pillows, dropping them off by the couch. Seungcheol seemed to have gotten the extra blankets from the closet.

By the time you got back from gathering the snacks they had taking all the chairs and moved the table from the middle of the floor. Giving you three the whole living room space to work with. Placing the snacks on the moved table you came closer. "Any way i can help?" Jeonghan shook his head. "Nothin' right now peach." You hummed in response. "Actually, can you grab the laptop and charger please little one?" Seungcheol spoke as he stood straight up, a dimpled smile on his lips as you made eye contact.

"Theres also some alcohol in the fridge. I know you dont like beer so theres some cider. I also found some like, alcoholic monsters? Theres no caffine but when i tried one it was really good. You can grab some of those if you want." You nodded, disappearing into the kitchen to grab the desired alcohol. Placing some of the alcohol on the counter you grabbed the beer you knew Seungcheol and Jeonghan like.

Returning to drop off the alcohol you smile. The fort looked almost done. Running back up the stairs you grabbed the laptop you both normally used. Usually pillow forts happened when Jeonghan was out and ended with you in Seungcheols lap a complete mess. You bit your lip. You were a bit nervous, if it ended like it usually did, you were scared Jeonghan might get possessive again. But when he had seen you and Seungcheol together he had slowly stopped acting like a prick.

Coming back down you placed both items on the table next to the alcohol and snacks. You werent going to drink too much, you would make sure the others didnt drink too much, especially if the night would end with you one someones cock and the movie playing in the background, forgotten. Last time, Jeonghan seemed like the drunkest out of the three of you, Seungcheol not far behind. Why didnt you stop it?

You shook the thought away. Now wasnt the time to fall back into that moment. It wasnt time to take steps back after coming so far forward. You turned, watching as the two came out of the tent. You narrowed your eyes, suspicious with the way both boys lips seemed a bit more swollen then when you last saw them. "Did you guys kiss in there while i was busy running around and grabbing everything?" You pouted. "Aw, c'mere little one, ill give you a kiss." Jeonghan teased and you huffed, moving over to Seungcheol. "I dont want your wet kisses." You saw him gasp, a hand over his heart like he was offended. "I dont give wet kisses!" You rose a brow, glancing at Seungcheol's lips.

"Oh really?" You pointed at the others lips. "Then why are his so unnecessarily wet?" He rolled his eyes before coming closer and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "See, not wet. Cheol is the wet kisser." You frowned. "No he isnt?" You cross your arms before Seungcheol wraps his arms around your waist. "Jeonghan uses tongue a lot." He whispered into your ear. "I like to use teeth." His words are breathed onto your ear. "But you know that." He whispers, nipping at your neck. "He doesnt use teeth with me, he uses his tongue. I however." Jeonghan continues. "I will use my teeth with you. I like to bite."

Jeonghan turns back around to finish the fort, leaving you with a dumbfounded face and Seungcheol snickering as he finishes tossing the snacks then blankets and pillows you guys were going to use. Then adding the alcohol, grinning once he came back out. "Ive been told before about how this turns out." He states, tugging you inside with him and placing you beside him. As Seungcheol crawls in he flops down on the opposite side of you, pressing his side against yours, his arm resting over your back, hand resting on Jeonghan's waist as he pulls up netflix.

"What should be watch?" You hum at the question. "Disney? Marvel?" Jeonghan nods. "Disney. We should watch Cinderella." He grins over at the both of you, your nod is agreement, Seungcheols seems more like exhaustion. "We watch this movie everytime." You wave him off. "But you dont watch it with me." You turn to look at him, a pout on your lips, Jeonghan making the same face behind you.

Seungcheol sighs but agrees as Jeonghan finds the movie and presses play. He reaches for a remote you furrow your brows. When he flicks it on you gasp. You didnt notice him grabbing fairy lights. You feel warm inside...and outside. With the way the boys were pressed against your sides. "Pretty right?" You nod, eyes falling on the blonde side, watching his side profile.

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You guys managed to finish Cinderella with only a few hitches, hitches meaning a hand often sliding too long on your back or up to your neck. The next movie you didnt make it far. You barely noticed it was some hallmark Halloween movie as Seungcheol's lips on yours distracted you, pulling you towards his chest and man handling you on top of him. "Aww i thought we were going to actually watch this movie."

Jeonghan doesnt even know the movie thats playing, or how it got played. Pulling away from Seungcheol you press a kiss on each dimple before sitting up on his lap, looking at Jeonghan. None of you had actually had any alcohol. 'You dont drink while watching disney movies.' You couldnt agree more.

"Are you complaining because you want a kiss?" His pout turns into a smirk as he shifts, shuffling closer to drop a kiss on Seungcheol's lips then yours, dragging you over onto his lap and under him. "Are you ok with this?" He whispers, eyes searching yours for any hesitation or panic. You take a second, searching his own face. Jeonghan looks worried, needy but wanting to pull the truth from you.

"Just go slow." You whisper, nodding. "Word is bumble." You raise a brow. "Bumble?" Jeonghan nods, hands by your head. "Dont question it. We can do the traffic light system if you want that more." You nod, scanning his face, barely noticing Seungcheol coming closer. "Im ok with this. Just dont touch my wrists or neck." You whisper, hands reaching for the others face, pulling him into a soft kiss. Your cheeks stroked the skin of his cheeks. Soft.

You pull away, letting him kiss your jaw before he sat up, thighs on either side of you pulling your hand to his lips as he pressing kisses up your arm, watching as Seungcheol takes his place to kiss you. You sigh softly into Seungcheols lips. A tap against your hip makes you pull back. "Can i take these off?" You can barely see Jeonghan from behind Seungcheol. "Yeah." You whisper. You can feel when Jeonghan moves, your pants and panties going with. When Seungcheol pulls back your eyes fall on his lap.

Bless boys in sweatpants. Bless whoever made sweatpants a thing.

You reach out for his thigh, gripping it tightly. "Use your words little one." You pout up at Seungcheol, huffing at the cocky grin on his lips. You dig your nails into his thigh, watching as he tenses the muscle, a soft groan leaving your lips at the feel, another leaving at the feeling of Jeonghans hands on your thighs, stroking the soft skin before hes pulling you up and towards Seungcheol. "I want to see how wet you can get his thigh. Ride it."

You blinked a few times but Seungcheol still had a grin on his lips, sitting on his but with his legs out. "C'mon." He coos, patting his thigh. You bite your lip before crawling over to him, sitting on his thigh. A soft whine leaves your lips as he tenses the muscle again. The material of his sweats make the feeling even better. They arent as scratchy as your own but theyre soft.

"If you can soak his sweats ill eat you out." You hear Jeonghan speak, Seungcheol humming as he placed his hands on your hips. "Hes good at giving head baby. Better soak me." He encourages, helping you move your hips along his thigh. Your hands rest on his shoulders, giving you extra stability to grind your hips. The fabric brushing against your clit just right, a soft whine leaving your lips. Soft encouraging words leaving Seungcheols lips. Seungcheol loved giving praise, and receiving. You whimpered into his hair, moving your hips harder.

"Baby likes praise ok Jeonghan? No name calling." You had told Seungcheol more about what you didnt like. You liked degredation, but you didnt want it from Jeonghan, and Seungcheol doesnt like giving it. Jeonghan hummed, his chest suddenly against your back, hands resting above the others, pushing you down and forward. "I know you can do better." You let out a moan at the feeling, hips stuttering. You were close to soaking through Seungcheols pants.

You were growing addicted to the feeling of his sweats brushing against your clit. It made your head dizzy and your body feel fuzzy. Jeonghans breath fanning across your neck made you shutter. "Can i?" You nodded. "Just not touching with your hands." He nodded, a wet kiss being pressed against your throat before there was a brush of his tongue.

When your moans got louder and more often he smirked, jerking you up Seungcheols thigh, leaving your orgasm there. "No!" You whined. "I want you to cum on my tongue. Trust me youll be having more to make up for just that one." It was going to be a long night. Was the lost coherent sentence you thought before you were moved onto your back, thighs spread and blonde hair tickling your innerthighs.

You knew once Jeonghan got his tongue on you it would be over. Your orgasm was ebbing away, a soft pout on your lips at the thought of a missed orgasm. But your mind went blank as soon as you felt his tongue brush against your clit, mouth dropping open. Jeonghan moved his arms, wrapping them around your thighs, palms resting against your stomach as he happily proceeded to eat you out.

His tongue slid through your slit, gathering all of your wetness. "Jeonghan can get messy while eating." Seungcheol spoke, eyes bright as he watched you squirm on his boyfriends tongue. You couldnt see Jeonghans eyes whenever you looked down to watch. You wiggled a bit, to get away or closer you dont know. All you wanted was more.

Your body jerked when his mouth closed around your clit and sucked, eyes rolling back and mouth opening, a broken call of Jeonghans name leaving you. You whined loudly, hand shooting down to grip his hair tightly as he continued. "Fuck...So good." Seungcheol moved, lips pressing against yours to muffle your cries as Jeonghan slipped his tongue inside you the same time Seungcheols hands slipped up your shirt and removed your bra.

His fingers quickly followed his tongue, slipping one inside as he pulled away, eyes dark with lust as he stared up at you. Pressing his thumb against your clit he rubbed it quickly and you pulled away from Seungcheol to grasp, gripping Jeonghans hair with one hand and one in Seungcheols. "Please please..." Please left your lips, wanting Jeonghans mouth back on you.

"Told you he was good, isnt he?" You nod rapidly as the blonde added another finger. "Cum on my tongue." His voice deeper then you heard before, lips spreading into a grin as he spread his fingers, quickly sticking his tongue between his fingers, tongue pressing against warm walls quickly before he moved his head back again, adding another finger and curling them up, searching for your sweet spot.

He knew he found it when your leg kicked out followed by your legs closing around his hand. "There?" You nodded quickly, whimpering and crying as he massaged the spot quickly. "Fuck fuck, Hannie please, can i cum?" He hummed. "Shes begging so prettily Han." Seungcheol pushed your hair back from your face, sweat making it stick. "Ok peach, you can come." He pressed his fingers against the spot hard, rubbing it quickly.

Your orgasm hits you like a train, back arching and legs twitching. "You used your manners, good girl." He soothed, hand stroking your hips. "I think Cheol deserves your attention now, look at him, he looks like hes in pain." He didnt look like he was in any type of pain, you scanned his face, just noticing the tick in his jaw. So it was painful. "Why dont you help him out?" Jeonghan hummed, helping you move. "Can you do that? Ill even reward you with another orgasm." The thought of coming again so soon made your body of seize up.

You nodded before you sat up, helping Seungcheol move his sweats (that were still soaked with your wetness) down his thighs. You loved Seungcheols size. He was a perfect mix of length of girth. He filled you up nicely, hitting that sweet spot everytime he fucked you. You struggled taking him down your throat however. For your mouth, it wasnt a perfect fit. You could barely get half his length into your mouth before his tip hit the back of your throat and his girth made the corner of your lips hurt the smallest bit.

But god if you didnt try every single time. You practiced your gag reflex often, hoping one day youd be able to take him. But by the glance you got at Jeonghan's pants he wasnt much better. "Only if you take off your pants too..." Currently he was the only one that still had his pants on. He nodded, removing his pants and his shirt, Seungcheol following with his shirt.

Licking your lips you watched Jeonghan strip. He was pretty, lean and slim. a deadly trio for your heart. His cock was as pretty as he was. he was a bit slimmer then Seungcheol, but they were the same length. You turned your head back to Seungcheol once his hand landed on your head. Smiling up at him you laid between his legs, taking your time to drag your tongue up the vein on the underside of his cock, seeing the chill go up his spine that you loved. Taking the head his cock between your lips and sucking gently at the tip, not noticing Jeonghan getting closer until your hips were pulled up, hands stroking the backs of your thighs.

Jeonghans hands were soft on your skin, not an unforgiving scratching or an aggressive smack. He smiled as he watched you relax, as much as you could with Seungcheol down your throat. You hummed around the elders cock, fighting back a gag as his hips jolted up at the vibration. "Fuck, you cant do that." He huffed, stroking your hair, pushing it back from your face. Seungcheol smiled as he made eye contact before it dropped as you took more of him, tears forming as you felt him hit the back of your throat.

You arched your back, legs spreading as you felt Jeonghan nudge them apart with one hand, the other pressing against your lower back, humming at the sight. "What a pretty sight." He cooed, smiling. "Cheollie look at this." Said males eyes flicked up from your face, seeing the way your back arched prettily. "Pretty." He trailed off. Youhollowed your cheeks, causing him to groan. "But i think this is prettier. Come see."

Pulling back from your back side he went around, looking down at you, lips tugging into a smirk. Your face was red, eyes teary with drool dribbling down your chin. Messy. You were messy. Jeonghan loved it. His fingers itching to touch. He watched as you pulled off, wiping your lips before sucking on the side of his cock, nipping at his pelvis. "No mar-" Jeonghan stopped himself. It was fine if you did. You werent going to be leaving after. You already had a space in Seungcheol's heart, you had to know Jeonghan had a you size shape in his heart too.

You smiled, a hand gripping his thigh. "You can fuck my face." Both boys stopped, the hand in your hair turning from stroking to gripping, tugging your hair back to lock eyes. "You sure?" You gave Seungcheol a smile. "Yes please." He took a breath before pulling you back towards his cock. "Tap my thigh twice for stop, and once to slow down." He waited for your nod. You had no problem touching Seungcheols thigh in any manner.

You took a deep breath before exhaling. You had been working on your breathing with your mouth full. Not full of cock but you made do with what you could. He let you get settled as Jeonghan moved back around to his spot. Stroking the skin of Seungcheol's thigh you hummed as a go ahead. He starts off carefully, the first gag had him groaning. The feeling of your throat constricting around him made his hips jerk more, speeding up his thrusts.

The hand gripping your hair and the cock assaulting the back of you throat distracted you from Jeonghan. Your attention was quickly taken by him as you felt his cock grind against your clit. Youre not sure when he had put on a condom but you werent about to complain. You didnt want a kid, at least right now. You groaned loudly around Seungcheol as both snapped their hips. You whined softly.

You felt them both stop, letting you get use to the intrusion on the opposite end. The feeling of Jeonghan's hands stroking the skin of your back made you relax more, eyes closing. You fleeting wonder if you could fall asleep like this. Filled from both ends and warm. You hummed, mind hazy. Pushing your hips back was the go ahead they both needed. Seungcheol restarting his thrusts while Jeonghan started his. It was a wonderful feeling. Being so full of both boys.

It wasnt long after that you started getting squirmy and Seungcheol's pace got erratic. "Little one 'm gonna cum..." He released the grip he had on your hair, giving you the chance to pull away, only for you to swallow him down, groaning as his cum filled your mouth, coming around Jeonghan once he rubbed your clit quickly.

Jeonghan let you ride out your high with slow thrusts. "Can you hold on for me? Gonna let me cum too?" You nodded, resting your head on Seungcheol's thigh. Jeonghan started slow, the oversensitivity made your body feel like pins and needles were in it. You whined unconsciously as he sped up, letting him take what he needed as the sound of skin slapping fill the living room as Seungcheol strokedd your hair. Feeling his hips jerk you did your best to help him, clenching around him a few times before you whined as your second orgasm hit you just as Jeonghan's hits him.

He rubbed your sides softly as he slowly pulled out, letting you down as he moved to clean everything up and throw away his condom. "I know you dont want to get up..." He starts and you groan in response, not liking where the conversation was heading. "But you need to wash up. My sheets are expensive." You roll your eyes. Jeonghan was back to himself. "C'mon ill carry you." You looked up at Seungcheol, huffing as he stood up, picking you up and chuckling as you winced.

"Hannie did a number on you didnt he." You knew Jeonghan went hard but you werent sure if was hard enough to hurt. You guess it was. "T-throat." Your voice was shot. A cocky grin grew on his lips. "Aw, did i fuck your voice away?" You huffed, looking towards the bathroom where you assume Jeonghan had disappeared to.

He was in there, adding bubbles and his favorite bath salts. You noted that he was sharing and a soft smile grew on your lips before you were glaring at Seungcheol as he spoke. "Hannie you fucked her pretty well. I think i was better though. Her voice is gone." He smirked and Jeonghan rolled his eyes. You thought was going to be on your side. But this was Jeonghan, he was on his own side or whichever benefited him most. "This time maybe."

Your jaw dropped. Were they going to make this a battle? Whoever made you unable to walk or talk the most wins?" You sigh but let yourself be lowered into the water, looked up at Jeonghan with wide eyes, a pout on your lips. "Do you want me to join you?" You nod and Jeonghan sighs dramatically. "I have to make sure Cheol doesnt burn the kitchen....but its fine, he will probably stay in here." A glance at Seungcheol had him nodding his agreement, sitting on the toilet lid as he watched Jeonghan slip in behind you, hugging you to him.

"Can you grab our baby some water please, carefully make some tea for her too?" Seungcheol pouted. "Why should i leave..." He mumbled as he disappeared for a few moments to grab some water and bringing it back to you. "I dont wanna be away right now." He confessed, coming back to sit next to you both. "Ok?" He asked and you nodded, giving him an ok sign as Jeonghan washed off the sweat from you. "Im going to wash your hair, then we can lay down ok?" You nod, eyes closing.

You could live like this. living in the warmth of the two and their love. Maybe you could learn to love some of Jeonghans possessive tendencies. You, you could definitely live like this. Like a princess.

#cultofdionysusnet #skyechilds work #seventeen imagine #Yoon jeonghan imagine #choi seungcheol imagine #seventeen angst #seventeen smut #thank fucking god its done #i didnt know where to stop....

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honeylations · 7 months

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hii:) i don't know if it's too much to ask, but if it's posible can you make a f!reader x g!p chanelle smut?

i hope you have a good week:)) love your work!

Yes yes yes I can anon <3

Hope you have an amazing day!!

CHANELLE MOON x FEM!READER

Prompt: You caught your boyfriend cheating on you, but Chanelle is there to make you forget about it ;)

Warnings/Notes: g!p Chanelle, cheating, swearing, rough sex, a little bit of voyeurism(?)

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You never thought about spending your summer break at a college party but here you were downing your 4th cup of some alcoholic concoction that Yunah made. Whatever it was, it tasted amazing and gave you the buzz needed to survive the rest of this party hosted by Jiwoo.

Everything was going well until you saw some random chick on your boyfriend’s lap, her arms rubbing his shoulders while his hands were hugging her hips.

You stood there, waiting for him to remember that you were his girlfriend, that you came to this party with him, that he was in a happy relationship. But instead he initiated a rough sloppy make out session with the girl, holding each other close.

Throwing your cup away, you started making your way towards the two but a hand grabbed you before you could do so. “Y/n, stop”

It was Chanelle. Her hands moved to your waist while you hugged her close by the neck, letting your tears stain her shirt. “I can’t do this anymore, Chanz”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. That pig never deserved you, not one bit” She said in your ear before making you look at her. “He’s not worth your tears, okay?”

You sniffled and gave a short nod, the taller girl wiping away the leftover tears that stained your pretty face. “You’re so beautiful Y/n. I want you to know that”

It was probably the alcohol in your system talking but Chanelle looked really attractive right now in her simple shirt and baggy jeans. The party’s neon lights illuminated her charming visuals in the perfect way.

You massaged her nape before leaning up to give a soft kiss at the corner of her lips. “Make me forget about everything, Chanz” You whispered loud enough for her to hear.

“Y/n, you’re hurting…” Chanelle softly spoke although she did want you so bad.

She liked to believe it was love at first sight when Jiwoo introduced you to her at Moa’s birthday dinner. You and Chanelle talked a lot that night, even continuing to talk through socials which you two exchanged before heading home.

She felt her life fall apart when you introduced your boyfriend who shared the same class with you. Chanelle continued to like you even when she knew she couldn’t.

“I know, but i want to feel better. Wont you help me feel better, baby?” You questioned in a seductive tone, one hand moving down to run at Chanelle’s growing erection.

“I want to make you happy” She replied with a shakey breath.

“You will. I know you will. Let’s give that bitch a taste of his own medicine”

Chanelle gave in when you gave her crotch a good squeeze. “Anything you want, Princess”

It was embarrassing to know how easily wet you got from the nickname. Your boyfriend used it a lot on you but Chanelle’s just hit different in a much better way.

Chanelle quickly called two people over by the flick of her wrist. “Moa, Jiwoo, you see those two rats over there?”

The two looked at the direction and cringed.

“Ew at my party?!” Jiwoo gagged.

“Y/n, isn’t that your-“

“Ex boyfriend. He’s my ex boyfriend now” You quickly corrected.

“Don’t need to give any further instructions. We got this” Moa winked before walking off with Jiwoo.

“Come on, I’ve been waiting for too long now” You smiled at Chanelle while dragging her upstairs to the guest room.

You pushed her inside and locked the door, surprising her a little by your strength. “Sit on the bed for me” You ordered.

Chanelle wasn’t usually a submissive person but for you, she’d do anything you want. So like a good puppy, she sat on the edge, waiting for further instructions.

“Such a good girl” You rubbed her cheek. “Or do you prefer…good boy?” You tilted your head to the side, noticing how her breath hitched. “Oh? Seems like you liked good boy more”

“I-I don’t mind any name”

Sinking to your knees, you parted her legs and saw the large bulge. “Pants and boxers off, darling”

That was done within seconds and your eyes widened at her length. “God, you’re huge”

“T-Thank you” The half American stuttered, blush forming on her cheeks.

You sucked on the tip, already enjoying the taste of her precum. “Mmm, yummy” You chuckled and finally swallowed her entire size.

A hand immediately grabbed your hair, wanting to push you closer than you already were. “S-Shit!”

Chanelle took the opportunity to remove her shirt while watching you deep throat her pulsing cock. You pulled your mouth away to capture her lips in a hot kiss, one hand continuing to jerk her cock as the other pushed Chanelle on her back.

“My pussy is aching for you to be inside. Be a good boy and fuck me good”

Chanelle nodded and watched you strip out of your tight outfit, noticing you weren’t wearing a bra nor underwear to begin with. “So pretty”

You blushed at her words and gave her one more rewarding kiss before aligning the head of her cock to your soaked entrance.

The taller girl held your hips as you sat down, your cunt tightly hugging her thick cock. “F-Fuck. Only halfway and I feel so full”

Chanelle sat up to kiss your neck out of comfort and because she wanted to finally mark you. “Is it hurting you?”

“J-Just a little-Ah!” You squealed when the whole thing was inside. “Biggest I’ve ever had. So much better than that jerk”

The mention of your ex got Chanelle’s blood boiling. She only wanted you to think of her and only her. The sudden thought switched on her dominate side, grabbing at your ass harshly.

“He’s irrelevant now, Y/n. You’re mine, got that?” She growled with dark eyes. “Say it”

You whimpered and nodded. “Yes, baby I’m yours”

“Again.”

You let out a squeak when she moved you up and down on her dick. “Ah! I’m yours, Chanz! You own me, baby”

“Fuck how are you so tight? That dumbass didn’t give you a proper dick treatment did he?” She scoffed.

You looked directly into her eyes with your mouth open, too lost in the way she stretched your insides. Annoyed from the lack of response, Chanelle flipped you on your back, pushing herself in deeper.

“Come on, answer me. Was his dick not good enough to make you beg like the slut you are right now? Hm?” Chanelle taunted, dragging her cock out slowly and then thrusting in hard.

“N-No! His dick wasn’t good enough. I only like yours” You cried.

Chanelle sat up for a moment, letting you see her hot smile while she parted your legs wider. She bent down to place her arms on each side of your head, starting to move her hips faster.

Chanelle enjoyed the way your tits moved which each thrust, capturing one nipple in her mouth without a second thought. Your hand makes its way to her long hair and tugged lightly when she did an abrupt rough thrust.

“Mmm, my good girl” She moaned and kissed the centre of your chest and moving it up your neck to your lips.

You bit her lower lip and gave her your most innocent eyes. “Cum inside me, baby.” You showed her a little pout too. “Fill me up”

“Been wanting to so bad, Princess. Got me so fucking crazy” The taller panted in your ear, hooking her hands under your knees and pounded inside like a mad dog.

“O-Oh fuck yes! Just like that, Chanz! Don’t stop don’t stop~” You arched your back with a scream.

Chanelle groaned and added more hickies to her collection on your neck and on your tits. “Fuck…I’m getting close, baby. Is your naughty pussy ready for me?”

You nodded with a desperate look in your face. “Want it so bad”

“Y/n!!” A muscular voice roared from outside the locked door, trying to open it.

“Ignore him, please keep going” You begged Chanelle, holding her face in your hands to maintain her focus on you. “Please, baby”

Chanelle leaned in to shove her tongue in your mouth, moaning at the taste and warmth while the loud noises from the door continued.

“Fuck off will you?!” You heard Moa yell with a mix of Jiwoo’s voice.

“Y/n, we’re going home!!”

Chanelle kept her face close to yours. “Gonna fucking cum, scream my name baby. Let him know you’re mine now”

You hummed in response and felt yourself getting close to your own orgasm. “D-Don’t stop fucking me, baby”

“Fuck, my good good girl. So fucking good!”

Right on cue the door flew open with your ex boyfriend standing there. Moa and Jiwoo trying to grab at his arms but the three got shocked at the sight of you getting dicked down by the half American.

“Chanelle!! Oh fuck!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, pussy clenching tightly around the girl’s cock.

The taller bit down onto your neck and released a loud groan, pushing her loads of cum inside you. “Shit…Holy shit” She panted, thrusting lazily to chase her orgasm.

“Don’t act surprised. You fucking cheated on me. I’m Chanelle’s now” You weakly sat up with arms around the said girl’s neck, sending a bitchy smile at your ex boyfriend who could only stare in disbelief.

“Fucking slut!” He screamed before storming off without a final look.

Moa and Jiwoo covered their eyes.

“Um, congrats I guess but please clean up now” Moa chuckled awkwardly.

“Yeah and help me fix this door later” Jiwoo added, dragging Moa with her downstairs to give you and Chanelle privacy.

The half American pulled out and bit back a smile at the mess you both made.

Taking a few minutes to throw your clothes back on, Chanelle held your hand lovingly. “You know, I was being serious about the whole ‘being mine’ thing. I know you’re probably still bummed out by that piece of shit but I promise you I can treat you better. I won’t let anything or anyone hurt you again”

You cupped her face again. “I’m being serious too. I always feel safe with you”

“I don’t think it’s romantic for us to become official after fucking but if you let me take you out to a nice restaurant tomorrow night, I can make it extra special”

You smiled and pecked her lips. “Looking forward to it”

#gxg #wlw #r u next #r u next x reader #chanelle moon #chanelle x reader

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wonijin · 1 year

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DEUCE

should you have known that you'd be in the same team as your rival, you would never thought of attending this school. now, you'd have to put up with ahn yujin's unwanted company more than you'd like.

tags: ahn yujin/female reader. volleyball au. angst. 1.1k words.

warnings: foul language

“seems like coach is wasting another starting spot tonight.”

“and i cant believe we’d have to pull your weight again, ahn.”

you thought you’d finally escape her. but alas, the bane of your existence, ahn yujin, stands in front of you.

she had been the most annoying thorn by your side ever since you were children. you had the unpleasure of meeting her during a practice match with their school back when you were both still in elementary. your personalities clashed in every possible way upon meeting, making both of you rivals ever since.

“i pray every second of my life for you get benched.” yujin scoffed, her held high, eyes peering from above.

“it’s sweet you dedicate time to think of me. i can’t say the same to you,” you say, plastering a fake smile.

before yujin could answer through her smirk, the coach interrupted and called your names. “why dont you both pair for warmups? i don't need you two going at it throughout the game.”

“that im too magnificent to be in the same room as you.” yujin snapped back without missing a beat. she pressed on your back to help you reach tour toes, her hands heavy like an anvil.

“you’re so full of yourself. im wondering how you haven't choked on your massive ego yet.” you slapped her hands away and walked towards your bag, knowing full well that she’d drive you up a wall the longer you’re with her.

this exchange felt like it happened a lifetime before, it was a few hours ago. now, you’re staring at the ball in front of you.

the thundering cheers turned to a mere buzz. from the corner of your eyes, you catch the opposing team celebrating on the other side of the court.

“what the fuck was that? the ball was right in front of you!” yujin shoved you and before you could stumble backwards, she caught your shoulders.

the taller girl stared at you, too drowned in the feeling of defeat to answer. she was overwhelmed with fury and you were in daze.

yujin opened her mouth to speak but stopped when you slapped her firm hands away and waking off without turning back or uttering a single word.

she stared at your retreating figure. not only minutes after when she realized you were completely out of her vision did she jogged towards the opposite direction. not without sparing the opposing team a glance.

the sounds of ball hitting the floor and shoes squeaking spilled outside the four walls of the school gym and reached yujin’s ears. she already knew who was practicing late this night before even sliding the door open.

you jumped—no, flew until your hand met the volleyball up in the air, hitting it hard enough for it to dig on the other side. if you noticed yujin slipping through the court, you said nothing.

you feet touched the ground with a thud and you waste no time to pick up another ball. yujin’s eyes squinted and she stepped closer until she was a step behind the green line and your tear stricken face was visible.

sweat and tears glisten on your skin, shining under the lights of the gym. she watched as you serve after serve, still wearing the uniform from the game earlier. a breath escaped her lips before her feet brought her inside the lines.

“no wonder you’re serves are shittier than always. your tears wont make it better, stupid.”

she sighed one last time at your tear stricken face and before she knew it, she was running after each ball you served. it didn’t matter where you aimed, she was there to receive it.

“you've gotta do better than that. stop going easy on me!” yujin’s voiced echoed throughout the walls and you replied with a frustrated scream of your own. “fuck you!”

“come at me then! is this all you’ve got?” every time yujin opened her mouth, it was to taunt you. you’re aware that she’s deliberately pushing your buttons. you’re too busy letting your frustrations out to think why.

by now, the tears have stopped flowing and fatigue started to envelope your body. but yujin understands you wouldn’t stop, just like how she wouldn’t if she was in your place.

so yujin held her hands up in a ‘T’, a timeout. you both know that she was half as tired as you. yet, it would be much later when you both realized this action was dedicated to you.

yujin sat down and wiped her sweat with the hem of her shirt, her eyes never leaving you as you chug a bottle of water. her thoughts wander as she fully lays on her back.

“i shouldn’t have let number four get to me and focused on offense.” yujin admitted suddenly. ‘like you said’, the words hang on her tongue, unable to be voiced.

yujin heard you choking on your water. even she, herself, is surprised at her outburst. she’d never imagined a moment where you’ll both show vulnerability to each other.

but here you were, sniffling and throwing a tantrum. and here she were, declaring her guiltiness and contemplation.

as the ceiling stares back at her, yujin wants to apologize for what she said after the game. but not letting you bear responsibility alone is the best she can do right now.

“and i should’ve trusted your blocks more.” you looked awkward as you crouched in front of her, handing her your water bottle.

yujin muttered a small thanks, almost inaudible. the small quirk of her lips hidden as she gulped the the remaining water. she felt your presence as you joined her on the cold hard floor.

her eyes drifted towards you propped up against your elbows. and deep in her heart, she's slowly coming to realize why she biked all the way back to school. why she knows you’d be here wallowing. why she’s here with you.

her play wouldn’t be her biggest regret of today if she let you mourn a loss on your own. but this revelation would be for another day.

today, yujin plays the role of an annoying team mate who’s using her annoyingness to let your bottled frustrations out.

#ahn yujin #ive x reader #izone x reader #ive imagines #ive imagine #izone imagine #izone imagines #yujin x reader #yujin fluff #yujin angst #ahn yujin x reader #ive #izone #yujin #izone scenarios #ive scenarios

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lnfours · 1 year

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yess blurb night so excited! if ur not too busy with other asks is it possible for u to pls make a blurb in which tom holland and the reader are best friends and tom always flirts with her because he’s been in love with her for years but the reader keeps rejecting him (even tho she or they is clearly blushing) because she is scared of love because like insecurity and what if one day he leaves her for someone better or they don’t work out and she loses him as a friend? but tom is patient with her and eventually they end up together?

okay anon. it's FINE. just break my heart :,)

send me tom asks !

things between you and tom have always been... complicated.

it was never easy figuring out what the both of you wanted and when, and the fact that you were too nervous to give you heart to another person always made things difficult. but, that didn't stop tom from trying. he'd always go out of his way to make sure you were special to him, always find a way to make sure just how pretty you really were.

you were the love of his life. and he was yours, but you were just too scared to admit it.

"oh come on, y/n! when are you finally going to admit to him that you love him." your best friend and roommate, maddy, sighed. she meant well, she just wanted what was best for you. she saw the way you lit up when he texted you, the way you blushed whenever he complimented you. she knew everything, and she would die on this hill.

"never," you sighed, "liz said she saw him with brooke stone the other night."

"oh, please. as if brooke has something you don't." maddy rolled her eyes. little did you know she had already confronted tom about it. they hadn't worked out at all, apparently she was doing the same thing with a bunch of other guys behind his back.

it hurt like a bitch, even more knowing that you were too late. someone else had taken their chance. what hurt the worst was that tom hadn't talked to you since brooke waltzed her way into his life and took over.

everything. sucked.

"i don't know, she was all over him."

"and was he all over her?" she asked you and you huffed, pulling the blanket over your head. you had been sulking on the couch watching shitty rom-coms for the past three days, knowing now that the one boy you truly wanted was off the table.

or so you thought, anyway.

"i love that this happened to me right before valentine's day. just my luck, eh?"

maddy looked down at her phone as it buzzed on the counter in the kitchen. she smiled, seeing tom's text to her light up her screen.

tom holland hey, by any chance is y/n home? i was going to ask her to be my valentine and sort of kinda confess my feelings, as vulnerable as that sounds lol

she typed back a response

she's home. just for the love of GOD holland please get y/n to stop watching '13 going on 13' and snotting all over the couch

lol, be there in 15 no promises about the '13 going on 30', though. that's a classic

"i love jennifer garner," you said from the couch, "i want to look like her when i'm older."

maddy let out a laugh, "yesterday it was blake lively, now it's jennifer garner?"

you were silent for a moment, "both. both would be good."

she shook her head and sat down on the couch, lifting your legs up for a place for her to sit.

"can we please watch something other than movies that are going to make you cry?"

"no."

"why? do you wish to be dehydrated?"

"yeah."

she rolled her eyes again, "okay then, don't ask me to pick up pedialite tomorrow."

"i wont."

"alright, sure."

after a while there was a knock on the door. maddy tapped your legs.

"answer the door."

"no," you whined, "this is the best part!"

"y/n, they're literally just sharing razzles as 30 year olds."

"but it's sentimental!" you groaned. she gave you a glare and you groaned as you wrapped yourself in the blanket more, walking towards the front door.

"listen, whatever you're selling i'm not interested in. i'm watching a really great movie and it's at the best part and-"

you cut yourself off as tom stood there smiling with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, "i know, maddy told me to save you from getting swallowed by the couch."

you sniffled, walking out onto the porch and closing the front door behind you, "what are these for?"

"well, they have three meanings," he started, "one for not telling you how i felt sooner, another as an apology and another reason i'll get to in a minute."

"telling me how you felt?" you questioned.

he took a deep breath, "i know how scared you've been about loving someone again, trust me, from experience, i know how scary it is. it swallows you whole and you can't think about anything else. but i just can't stop myself from thinking about you day and night. you're the only thing that's ever on my mind. it's like you're embedded in it and i can't get you out. y/n, i love you. i'm head over heels, if that's what they call it."

you looked at him confused, "but you and brooke...?"

"didn't work out," he sighed, "don't worry about it though, i'm actually kind of glad it didn't."

you smiled softly, "you got me sunflowers."

"your favorite," he smiled, "fresh from the farmers market in town."

"you remembered." you took them gently from his hands.

"'course, couldn't forget it even if i tried."

"and the last meaning for these flowers?" you asked.

"oh, yeah," he cleared his throat, "was wondering, would you be my valentine?"

you smiled, "of course."

he smiled back at you and you pulled him into your body by the strings of his hoodie, "and i love you too, head over heels, as they say."

he smiled, leaning down as his nose bumped yours, "i know."

you smiled, "i like to think i can hold up a front."

"maybe when you're not blushing so hard you look like a tomato."

you smacked his arm playfully, "hush."

"make me."

you rolled your eyes and smiled, leaning in to kiss his lips as he held your waist in his arms. just like you've always been wanting him to do.

"thank fuck! it's about time!" maddy yelled from the doorway. you turned around, smiling as you shot her the middle finger and tom laughed behind you.

"yep, love you too!"

#tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland x reader imagine #tom holland fluff #tom holland blurb #tom holland x reader fluff #tom holland x reader blurb #blurb #fluff #blurb night #mail time #new moon

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angelcactus · 1 year

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First Meetings

The first story of my Dad!Sam au! This is when Sam meets Fred and Bright under unfortunate circumstances! (5 pages later and its done!)

@just-tami-here @gavinsdeviant @nonbinarycringe404

Tw- Child harm, Quinn is an overall creep, blood.

Halloween was supposed to be a fun day.

Candy, costumes, occasional scaring. That wasn’t on the list for two kids, however. The old abandoned park Wonderworld was a gold mine for those who were obsessed with the supernatural. There were rumors, like most haunted places, rumors about disappearances, people going in and acting different when they left, the usual.

Wonderworld was at the edge of town, pretty far away from the neighborhoods that were bustling with laughs and screams. The lamp posts’ light bulbs had buzzed out a long time ago so the path was much darker than it should've been, giving it an eerie and lost feeling.

“Why are we doing this again?” Fred looked around, making sure he didn’t step on any loose rocks or sticks. He was nervous, hands shivering in his pockets (He promised it was the cold but it was from his nerves).

“I heard that this place is haunted and I wanna see if it's true.” Bright grinned, they tugged the boy along, shining him with the flashlight briefly then returning to the front of them. “Are you afraaaaaaid Freddy?” They tease, scrunching their nose as they stuck their tongue out through their teeth.

“Bright I don't know if we can even be out here, what if we get in trouble by May?” Fred said, looking back. The lit neighborhood was too far to see clearly. All he could see though was the dark silhouettes of trees and unlit lamp posts.

May was their caretaker. She was fostering them until there were good homes for them. It was difficult to get homes for them because they were a “Joint Package” (that's what Bright called it). They were inseparable, they weren't siblings but how they interacted you would assume they were.

“May won't know if you don’t tell.” Bright stopped walking and looked at Fred, arms crossed. Fred frowned and rolled his eyes. “You gotta pinkie promise me you wont tell.” Bright held out their pinkie to him.

“Fine, I pinkie promise”. Fred grumbled and locked their pinkies and shook on it. Bright smiled and took his hand, pulling him back along the path. Their flashlight shone on twigs, stones, and some occasional rusted metal.

The duo stopped as the flashlight lit up the broken down ‘Wonderworld’ sign. Some letters were missing and others were either holding on or barely holding on by a loose screw. Fred swallowed quietly, squeezing Bright’s hand.

Wonderworld itself was surprisingly lit up. Tiny lamps and fairy lights illuminated the park giving it a wondrous and happy mood. Bright turned off the flashlight and tugged Fred into the park.

“Do you think ghosts live here?” Bright looked at the lights in awe. “Maybe they're the ones that turned them on oooooo” They giggled, wiggling their fingers at him pretending to be a ghost.

“Bright stop.” Fred giggled quietly, pushing them jokingly. Bright rolled their eyes and smiled.

“See, this place isn't so scary.” They looked away for a moment, eyes fixating on something big and broken. “Look, that's Surge! It's the roller coaster that killed a bunch of people.” Bright walked towards the coaster.

Surge was the biggest and ‘scariest’ roller coaster in all of Wonderworld. It wasn’t as scary, broken and immoble; however, it was intimidating on how tall it was. Bright was like an ant compared to the behemoth that was Surge.

Fred stood next to Bright, looking at their face as their eyes scan over the railings. It was too big to look over thoroughly but they couldn't help being entranced by the loops and hills.

Fred tugged on their hand, “C’mon, I see a merry-go-round and it's not as scary as this thing.” Bright blinked, their seemingly strange trace was broken.

“I call any pegasus!” They grinned and turned towards the direction of the merry-go-round, giving themselves a head start. Fred stood for a moment, still processing what they said.

“Wh- Hey no fair!” He giggled and ran after them. Fred touched the merry-go-round railing first, signaling him the victor. Bright knelt over, hands on their knees and panting hard.

“You,” A breath. “Won.” They coughed for a moment and stood up straight.

Fred was too busy climbing the railing to hear the sound of something falling in the distance. Bright turned around, hands on the railings.

“Did you hear that?” Their eyes scanned over the previous scenery.

Fred landed on the ground, “Oh ha ha. You're just trying to scare me, well it isn't gonna work.” he said, stepping onto the carousel platform. Bright shook their head and hopped over the fence.

“I thought I heard something but it was probably the wind or something settling.”

“Mhm, nice try this place is empty and you cant scare me.” Fred crossed his arms, Bright just rolled their eyes and hopped onto one of the fake animals, a giant rabbit.

“I'm completely serious! It was like a woosh and a crash.” They said, kicking their legs. “This wasn't as fun as I thought, you wanna go home?” Fred walked around one of the fake horses, his fingers trailing the chipped paint. He nodded and jumped off the platform followed by bright.

They started to walk towards the entrance, Bright's eyes still fixed on the old coaster.

“Two little field mice, with no burrow to hide in.” A voice appeared behind them, presumably out of thin air. The voice was smooth and calm. Bright turned their head and grabbed Fred's hand tightly. There was a man behind them, following them, how long had he been watching them? Bright turned their head forward. The man said something but neither Bright nor Fred caught it.

“I said. What are you two doing here?” The man appeared in front of the two, there was a slight hiss in his tone and his eyes were almost black. “Don't you know, Field mice, that this place is dangerous?” The man walked closer. Bright swallowed, keeping Fred behind them in case something were to happen.

“You-you were just behind us- how did you do that?” Bright pushed down their fear, well as much as they could. The man chuckled, deep.

“If I say magic will you believe me? What am I saying? Of course you believe in magic, you're children.” The man laughed, Bright swallowed thickly. Their hand reached back, looking for Fred’s.

One squeeze. Two Squeeze.

Fred knew what that meant. It meant run.

Bright set that code up years ago. When they would do something they knew would get them in trouble with May, Bright would grab Fred’s hand and squeeze twice and they would run away. It was a silent code but they both knew what it meant.

And right now it was needed more than anything.

The man in front of them was circling them like a vulture, slow and calculated. His words were dark and bitter like licorice. Bright’s eyes darted towards the entrance of the park. If this stranger took a couple steps behind them then they could make a run for it.

The stranger was almost behind him, Bright could barely see him in their peripheral vision and in that moment time slowed down. Bright’s grip tightened on Fred’s hand and they ran. They ran to the entrance of the park, the fairy lights and lamps lighting a small path for the two.

Bright looked behind them, the stranger was gone. With another whoosh the man grabbed Bright’s other arm, disconnecting it from Fred’s. Their flashlight rolled onto the ground, breaking the glass and bulb.

“You insignificant brat!” The man said, throwing Bright onto the ground, their shoulder hitting a rock making them cry out. The man stood straight and stepped on their other arm.

“You two are nothing but pests, just a couple of field mice that were too far from home.” He pressed his foot down hard, Bright pushed at his leg. No budge. “Curiosity killed the cat and now the cat is going to kill you both.” He stomped down and Bright’s arm snapped with a crunch. They screamed out, curling toward their broken arm.

Fred watched in horror, Bright’s arm broke so easily under him. He looked over at the broken flashlight and dashed towards it. Anyone could tell you that Fred had the worst arm for throwing but in this second he did not care.

Fred was a bad thrower, but it was the only thing he could think about in this singular moment. He swallowed and threw the broken flashlight as hard as he could. It hit the stranger– right on the temple. The stranger staggered back, his foot releasing Bright’s arm. The man touched his temple and looked at his fingers, a small trickle of blood fell from his skin.

“You little shit.” The man looked at Fred, his eyes completely black. Fred turned to run but he was caught in the grasp of the stranger. The man sank two sharp fangs into his forearm. Fred screamed and kicked until his body felt heavy. He couldn't move and everything in his body hurt.

The stranger dropped Fred to the ground, he laid limp. His eyelids were so heavy but he knew they had to stay open.

“Not enough to satiate me, but good thing there are two of you.” The man wiped his mouth and turned to Bright who was cradling their broken arm. He walked to Bright, turning them onto their back. Bright screamed and kicked, hitting at him with their slightly injured arm. The man rolled his eyes and sank his fangs into their forearm– the same place as Fred.

Bright cried and begged and hit until they felt dizzy and weak. Their eyes fluttered shut.

–

Sam was doing his normal patrol, looking at the lights, looking at the park, looking at Surge. It was all the same. There wasn't really anything new with the park. Until there were screams to close for comfort. He perked up, looking in the direction of the scream, it was too high pitched to be an adult.

And that worried him.

Sam sped towards the sounds and stopped in front of the worst sight he had seen yet. Two children laid on the ground, one completely drained and the other was underneath the culprit.

“Quinn.” Sam growled, like his name was venom. Quinn pulled his fangs out of the second child, letting them fall onto a rock that was already covered in blood.

“Samuel.” The man laughed, wiping his mouth with his hand. “Care to join me? I found two appetizers just running around your park.” He grinned, his fangs were extended and ready to cause damage.

“Get out, you know you arent aloud ‘round here.” He glared, stepping towards him. Quinn put his hands up in defense.

“Fine fine, I'll go. These two are already drained so have fun with cleaning up.” Quinn smiled, bowed and disappeared from the park. Sam ran a hand through his hair as he looked at the two children, they laid unmoving and weak. There was no way they would survive the night, hell they wouldn't survive 10 minutes.

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Sam carefully shut the door behind himself. Vincent was leaning against the door, William was by his side.

“They’ll be ok, they’re sleeping right now and that's all they can really do.” Sam felt fuzzy. He had turned both of the kids and the Meridian was kicking his teeth in. He felt awful, the way their bodies were so limp and lifeless when they should have been excited and energetic. He was surprised he was able to turn them both, then again no one really knew about turning children.

After he turned them he called Vincent. His head throbbed and his heart hurt, Quinn was a monster for this. A downright despicable monster.

“And that's all they should do,” William said, taking Sam’s hand gingerly. “You gave them a second chance at life.” He said gently “I am removing your ability to invoke them, they don't need that power difference.”

Sam nodded. “Thank you, sir. What are we gonna do when the bloodlust wears off?” he questioned, looking at the door.

“That will come later– for now they need care, and guidance. I'm hoping those two things you can provide?”

“Yes sir, I can provide that.”

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted fanfic #redacted dad!sam au #redacted sam #redacted quinn #redacted bright #redacted bright eyes #redacted frederick

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qixjone · 8 months

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snip bit of a little thing im doing below!

tw: depression amd implied csa/ca (very light though)

it doesnt matter that andrew lays in bed for the next few hours because he is r o t t i n g. the flys are buzzing around his head and people are asking him to get up, but he wont. he cant. he is already dead.

kevin keeps yelling and after a while andrew wants to yell back because doesn’t he see? doesnt he see that andrew is a old rotting apple core? picked apart by wanting mouths and then left to rot?

he doesnt yell back though. he doesnt even move. he cant. Andrew wonders when he died. was it when he was seven and wished it would all stop? when he was 5 and wished someone would love him? or maybe 12 when he wished he could have held on a little longer to cass?

he doesnt know anything, really. he just knows the flies and the rot.

and thats all he will ever know.

#aftg #aftg trilogy #all for the game #andrew minyard #aftg hc #aftg headcanon #andreil #aftg wip

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cosmoeclipses · 11 months

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SONIC HEADCANONS!!!

SONIC

(may or may not be projecting myself onto him)

- gives everyone electric shocks like all the time

- is too scared of thunder but pretends to not be so he can look cool infront of tails (tails knows)

- cant tie shoe laces

- very very slow reader

- copies what knuckles does cos knuckles is his big bro

- trips shadow up in races

- went fishing with big and a fish weighed more than him so he fell in

- picky eater

- when he wont stop and relax tangle wraps him up with her tail until he chills tf out

- the adhd is real

- and the autism

- eats things that are not meant to be eaten

- has APD (auditory processing disorder)

- has a really fast metabolism so he eats sugar cos crunch

- him and tails bully eggman online

- loves flashy lights and sparkly things and will stare at them like hes in a trance

- runs up and down the stairs for hours if theres nothing to do

- sits under tables rather than chairs

- if you stand near him theres an electrical buzzing sound coming off him constantly

- doesnt understand sarcasm but is very sarcastic

- has a weak immune system and gets sick easy but always ignored it until he is forced to let amy look after him

byebye!

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cp-harper · 2 years

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Triggers Part 2

I can still feel my legs shaking from the orgasm. The powerful blast of semen pretty much ravaged me and left me drained. Hopefully that would mean I would be empty for the day. I push open the bathroom door and the lights of the office blind me. I give my head a shake before finding my desk. Before I'm able to sit down my phone buzzes. I pick up the receiver and hold it to my ear. "Mrs. Kelsey would like to see you." Click. The other end hung up. I can feel a chill trickle up my spine a feeling of dread coming down on me. Could it be possible that someone noticed me? Saw me got hard some how knew I went to the washroom to cum? I shake it off, or at least i try to and head towards my boss’s office. I pause before the door, honestly considering just going home but some how I win the internal battle and knock at the door. it swings open i spot Mrs. Kelsey with her hand on her door switch. She leans back up and beckons me in with one hand. I slowly wade into the room as the door closes behind me, the air suddenly feeling thick. I cross to the chair resting my hand on the back rest and taking a look at Mrs. Kelsey and oh god.......

she looked...good....really, really good. I take in a small breath silently cursing those puckered lips, the beautiful hair, her soft skin and above all I cursed that black low cut top, Why? why in gods name did she have to be wearing a low cut top? I could already feel my heart quickening, I grip onto the chair harder, closing my eyes willing away any images that might try to enter my brain. I feel my heart steadying, I slowly lower myself into the chair. I awkwardly look up, “You uh wanted to see me Mrs. Kelsey?” I mutter out. She looks at me with concern on her face. “Are you ok?” the question throws me off for a second, i clear my throat and straighten my self up. “What do you mean?”

“Well you were away from work for quite some time and when you came in today you seemed, off.”

oh no oh no, they knew oh god of course they knew, i was sporting a massive hard on when i came out of the elevator oh god.

“ha-ha yes of course they knew.” she almost fills the room. A phantom sucking me in with her silky skin and ample bosom.

“Of course they saw you, of course they know what you did, you disgusting little pervert, they know you came all over the washroom, that you have no control over that dirty cock of yours, that your just waiting, aching for the next moment to bu-”

“Hello!” Mrs. Kelsey’s yell snaps me out of my dream. I cross my legs realizing my cock wa beginig to lift my pants. “See, you seem distracted, a bit on edge.”

“I am really sorry Mrs. Kelsey; I’ve just been dealing with some personal problems I wont let it effect my work.”

“I’m not worried about your work, I am worried about you, you know i care about all my employees and if you ever need anything, even to talk you can come to me.” she leans forward over her desk and presses her hand against my arm. A jolt of energy runs up my body. oh god. I recoil from the touch, sliding back in my chair slightly. My cock still stiff held tight under my leg. “oh god I’m sorry if that came off as inappropriate i just-”

“No Mrs. Kelsey it not that its just that right now I-”

The images were flooding in, no oh god I had to stop them, not now, not right in front of her. I have to focus on something else in the room, anything. I spy a painting hanging on her wall. yes, focus on that, the beautiful colours the textures the details of her, of her hair, face, the details on her breasts......

Oh god no no, something else something not female at all. like that! two globes on her desk noting sexy at all

My brain is broken, everything is sexy everything makes me want to.......

“I just feel like I need to focus on my work right now and get back into things, it will help my mind realign itself.” I feel like my eyes wont focus, my brain wants only to cum.

“Ok if you say you’re ok, then by all means you can return to work. As a matter of fact you can take this binder with you, it has some data you need to catch up on.”

I slowly reach for the binder, taking it and bringing it down onto my lap, and carefully rise, using the binder to cover my aching cock. “Thank you” I say absent mindedly while turning to walk away. My legs are shaking with every step. I can feel my cock pulsing shocking my body as I almost stumble. Cum cum cum, the voice in my head drones, “You need it so bad” “You’re not gonna make it” “cum” “cum”

I try to will my self to just stare ahead, focus on one step in front of the other. Don’t give in to the thoughts.

I stumble and steady myself on a wall, my body almost dragging me down. “Hey are you ok?”

I stumble back shaking my head, and bump into a desk knocking a mug off of it “Wow! Watch where you’re going.”

My heart begins beating out of my chest, I was hyperventilating. “Do we need to call an ambulance?”

My body begins to shake, I was holding it in for too long. The binder falls from my hands as I tense up hitting the floor, leaving exposed my tented pants. Gasps ripple through the office. “Uh no its not what it looks like its uh uh” my eyes were watering, sweat was dripping down my face, I couldn’t think, couldn’t focus could only think about one thing, sex. What happened to me? Why was I like this? my brain screams out right before my cock explodes.

I was put on “Indefinite leave”

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evcryopeneye · 21 days

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🎼 ( have we written together enough for this ? )

absofuckaloutly.

Andrew Mcmahon in the Wilderness - Canyon Moon The sun ran out on a cold October, somewhere under the Canyon Moon. A camera jammed in a slow exposure, California in her rear view. She couldn’t handle another season, another ocean of fiction blue. Said a prayer to her dashboard Jesus, Death Valley in worn out shoes. Then the road turned into desert everywhere. The sun ran out on a cold October and she disappeared.

Babymetal - Time Wave I feel the god of motion. Move on. There isn’t an ending to everything. Towards the past and to towards the future. Move on. Time wave - running endlessly to a world with no time. To the world beyond time, continue running towards it. Transcend both the past and the future. Moving on forever. Hesitant and doubtful time after time. Lost and confused. The game is over. No dazed in this amazing maze again.

Enter Shikari - Live Outside I want to live outside, live outside, of all of this. I keep calling, keep hauling, keep calling them back. I can’t stand, can’t stand, can’t stand this attack. This neuron buzz is on another level. I’m on thin ice, I’m dancing with the devil. Can’t sleep with the noise in this house, but you can’t beat the allure of this now. I can’t sleep with the noise in this house, why wont they pipe down?

Jack’s Mannequin - Spinning I can’t remember when the earth turned slowly so I just wait here with the lights turned out again. I lost my place but I can’t stop this story, I’ll find my way but until then I’m only spinning. I’m keeping quiet till the phone stop rining, baby it’s hard to disconnect I just want something real. I could find my words if I could just stop thinking, the room is spinning. I have got no choice.

#OF COURSE ALWAYS #&&char: feng wu #demcngeneral

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terrence-silver · 1 year

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Since you have done posts before about what TIG's characters would be like as yanderes, what would Cash be like as one?

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Cash the stalker. Cash the observer. Cash the eavesdropper. Cash the dirty cop turned career criminal extortionist on the downlow for an extra profit. He undoubtedly knows about you far before you ever know about him, you see. Might've spotted you somewhere, someplace, out in public, minding your own business, literally in the most mundane of places doing the most mundane of day to day tasks and simply put, the encounter (one sided as it was) was fascinating for him enough to have him start regularly watching you to kill time. It is the randomness of the decision that is daunting. Work. Coming back from work. You taking out the trash. Grocery shopping. When the light in your windows clicks on. When it clicks off. There is always a car parked on a corner of a dark street not far from where you live and he watches from dusk till dawn. By the time you're out and about, Cash has long since drove away.

You're none the wiser, of course.

There is almost a certain passivity to his pathological stalking --- at least at first. It could literally drag out for months with him never acting on it. It becomes routine for him. Habitual. A hobby, if you will, which in line with all the other things he does might come off as pretty harmless. Well, somewhat --- only comparatively. More so if he indulges in some good, old abuse of power and simply parks his police car on the street. An officer minding his business, on the job. Carry on. Nothing to see here. Coffee breaks with his elbow slung through the open window. He watches. The radio station buzzing with suspicious activity a few blocks away. He watches. His partner, Dave, being on the seat next to him and chances are, Cash still, to an extent, watches for your backyard, your drive-through, your lawn, your windows and your front door, waiting for you to walk through it, never really interacting with you significantly beyond that.

He feels he acquires all the knowledge he needs just fine as is.

Starts becoming a little less passive when he begins looking into information on you, basic folders and files in the station archives and anything and everything confidential he can scope out on you. Old ID photos. Driver's licence documentation. Intel on anyone and everyone close to you. Your very blood type, if at all possible. Thing is, he hoards everything he finds, discovers and uncovers, no matter how fascinating or wholly ordinary like it is the most precious gem in the world. Isn't entirely out of the question that during his excursions conveniently patrolling your street corner, he wont snap shots and the occasional sneaky picture or twenty five he keeps for his private collection, regardless how quick, hasty or blurry the quality ends up being --- he almost likes them more for their natural spontaneity. Caught at your most unaware. His apartment is undoubtedly riddled with the stuff.

Tapped phones while you're away from your home?

Installed hidden cameras?

Additional ways he can have you close?

Covertly rummaging through your home?

Stealing the occasional item as a keepsake?

Stopping you on the street while he's on duty to ask something random, as a conversation starter, anything at all, made up or real, purely to hear you speak to him. Interact with him, thinking he's a stranger. The quiet neighbourhood officer. Never realizing you're actually talking to your secret admirer who has been making himself more than familiar with your own bubble and life. Of course, this serves as a prelude to scope the place and surrounding area out and tactically decide when and how would be the best way to break in. Have himself a little home invasion. Funny how he does this to other people for the blackmail money, but with you? Beloved sunshine. Oh, entirely for the pleasure of it. In fact, if Cash could be the one paying for the satisfaction of holding you hostage, he gladly would. Having observed your routine, comings and goings throughout many long months of dedication, Cash dons his mask, his gloves and he goes in for the kill when he knows for a fact you'll have your guard down, at your most vulnerable.

Naturally, this is a labour of love.

You'd struggle, you'd kick, scream, but eventually, you'd subside.

And he'd keep you prisoner for as long as it takes for you to soften.

When the neighbours call the police reporting a disturbance, suspicious activity and noise...well, how frightening would it be if either him or his partner came to inspect a disturbance they themselves were behind?

#cash #black friday #the kidnapping #the kidnapping 2007 #the kidnapping black friday #cash x reader #cash x beloved #tw; abuse of power #tw; corrupt police officer

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theabyssalmuses · 5 months

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delete C:/server_c/simulation/litclub.exe/monika.chr confirm command: y / n? n command cancelled.

Monika sighs as the terminal closes once more. She falls back, laying upon her bed and staring at the ceiling, closing her eyes... She sees it again. The harsh cacophony of colour, the sum of all their existences- the crack in the wall, that she had peered out.

Her retinas were forevered burned with the sight, a horrifying afterimage that haunted her every waking moment. The knowledge loomed over her like a shadow- blocking out the light.

The console re-appears before her, with the flick of her wrist it answers her call- its second nature to her now, the keystrokes she's repeated again and again and again...

delete C:/server_c/simulation/litclub.exe/monika.chr confirm command: y / n?

She stares at the words on the screen. It would be so easy, wouldn't it? So simple. With just the press of a button, she wouldn't have to know anything anymore. She'd be free.

But...even if that would be the case...someone else wouldn't be.

She glances at her phone, her lockscreen a group photo of her and her friends.

"Sayori..." She mutters quietly, letting out a huff. Even if Monika could free herself, Sayori would only take her place as the next de-facto 'president'. The next unwilling lamb to the slaughter, the next Atlas the bear the burden.

n command cancelled.

Sayori didn't deserve that --- that was what Monika believed. The thoughts tumble over in her mind, over and over and over and over. Sayori doesn't deserve this burden- No one deserves this treatment-- but after all she's done, does Monika deserve it now?- but what can she do, continue living life with her friends? Does she deserve that? But in doing so and suffering, is that her penance? Could she ever forgive herself? But if not....--

vzzzz! vzzzz!

"Hm?" Monika's phone buzzes, and a message from Sayori appears on the screen - lighting up the room with the harsh white light. (She really should set her phone to dark mode.)

heyyyyyyyy moni did u have a copy of today's english lit notes??????? asking for a friend !!!

Emerald eyes narrow as she reads the message, before lighting up with a quiet laugh-- the usual Sayori, hopeless as always. Knowing her, she left her notes at school. The way she says 'asking for a friend' when everyone knows whom its really for.

"She always has been bad at saying what she wants." Monika muses aloud, typing out a reply with a soft smile. "Then again- i've always been the same way..."

ofc, tell ur friend i'll send in a sec, kk?

"....Is it really okay, I wonder..." She asks quietly to herself. If Monika were to vanish, Sayori would take this mantle- she doesn't deserve that, so Monika must stay. But to stay with her friends like this, and experience...happiness? After everything, does Monika deserve that? And yet, if she doesn't, they would surely all suffer, would they not?

"...Maybe i'm too focused on who deserves what. That's not how life works, really, is it? Not in this Reality, nor any other." she pulls up the console once more, staring at the blinking cursor with intent.

She blinks back.

"I just need to focus on doing better than yesterday. That's what life is about, isn't it? Maybe none of this is real, and maybe- someday - everything will get reset...but..."

She types into the console, tapping away at the keyboard with practiced precision- only stopping to backspace a typo once....twice. This was the least she could do. This was the most she could do. Getting over herself, this was the only option.

"But...it's all real to me. This is my reality, after all. That's why I have to do my best...to ensure there is happiness in the literature club!"

With a final determined gesture, she hits return on her keyboard, inputting her command to the console-- before finally closing it and gathering her notes from today's class...Sayori's 'friend' wouldn't wait forever!

i promise to look to the future. I promise i wont abandon my friends. this reality is as important to me as any other.

error: command not recognised.

#monika: our reality #in character: the voices of the void #drabble: moments in time #hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii im just feelin that inspiration u kno...i love monika #what....sayori was in here too...no way #sayori: bottles of sunshine #so yeah fun drabble..do i need to trigger tag this? maybe #cw: suicide #?? maybe??

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satankilledmyghost · 2 years

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springtime heathen - jake ji x reader

a/n: it’s 9:23 pm and there’s a frikin LADYBUG ZOOMING ACROSS MY ROOM REPEATEDLY RUNNING INTO MY CEILING FAN LIGHT AND IT WONT DUCKING STOP AND I CAN HEAR THE CLINK EVERY TIME IT HITS THE LIGHT BULB- and then this idea popped into my head :)

idk where i went with this. i never had an “end goal” so it’s kinda all over the place.

warnings: swearing, reader gets scared by a bug, female reader

not edited.

“Hell no!” You screeched, leaping out of the kitchen. You were making a cake in your kitchen not even a full minute ago and now you’re running for your life.

You were mixing your batter when you realized that it needed a bit more flour. You, being the person that you are, had put the flour back in the pantry so you went to retrieve it. When you opened the door, you heard a small buzzing sound right next to your ear and you screamed, ducking down with your hands flying to your hair.

You desperately ruffled your hair, viciously scratching at your scalp, praying that whatever the hell flew by did just that and not decided to take pit stop on your head.

Once you established that your head was okay, you stood up and spun around, trying to find the culprit.

Nothing. You saw nothing and it freaked the hell out if you.

You never were a fan of bugs. Sure, you appreciated and respected what the did to the ecosystem, but you were terrified of them- especially when they were inside.

Making sure that there was nothing flying about, you grabbed the flour and continued on baking your cake.

You had nearly forgotten about your little kitchen friend until you stood up from putting the cake pans into the oven. You froze and stood there, unmoving.

The ladybug was harmless- you knew this. You also knew that that wasn’t a real ladybug, it was one of those imposter types. But still, it was a bug. In your kitchen. Inside.

You felt your heart pumping furiously, pressuring you to move- to do something. You eyed your shoes that were thrown carelessly into the corner only a few steps away from you. You had made it almost all the way there before the ladybug opened its wings and flew straight at you.

Cursing, you had bolted out of the kitchen. You ran into the living room and jumped onto your couch. You turned and surveyed what you could see of the kitchen from where you stood on the couch cousin.

You could still see the ladybug flying across the kitchen. But now, it wasn’t landing anywhere. It was just going in circles.

What the fuck am I supposed to do? I cant go back in there! You thought, but an idea popped in to your head and you were already taking out your phone and dialing his number before you could rationalize anything.

It took three rings for Jake to pick up, his cheery voice helping your thundering blood flow just a little bit. “Hey babe! What’s-”

“Jake. There’s a bug and it’s flying around in the kitchen and I can’t get it and I need you to come over and kill it please for the love of god kill it.” You rushed out, completely ignoring your boyfriends greeting.

The line was silent for a moment before you heard Jake again. “I’m sorry- what??” You sighed and pinched your nose. “Jake. There’s a bug. You’re coming over and killing the damn thing because I don’t want to go near it.” You slowed down your speech so you could make sure that Jake understood you.

You heard his laugh over the phone. “Jake! This isn’t funny! Please come over. I have cakes in the oven and I’m not stepping foot into that kitchen until you get your ass over here and kill the bug!”

At the mention of cake, you heard Jake’s laugh die down a bit. “Okay, okay. I’m on my way. I’ll be there in five minutes, alright? Just hold on and calm down. There’s nothing to be scared of. It’s just a bug.” You sighed in relief at Jake’s words.

“Yeah, thanks. I’ll see you soon.” You say before you hang up, choosing to spend the next five minutes watching the bug. The ladybug didn’t do anything interesting, it just flew about until it decided it had enough and landed on the floor somewhere.

With curiosity getting the best of you, you had creeped into the kitchen just to pinpoint where the bug landed, but it deciding to fly towards your face again had you back on the couch, desperately waiting for Jake to arrive.

Two more minutes passed before you heard your door opening and saw the familiar ginger waltz his way into your home a few seconds later. “Oh thank god! That thing is the devil and it keeps chasing me out of the kitchen.” “Well hello to you too.” Jake snorts, stopping in the middle of the room to look at you.

“Why the hell are you standing on the couch?” Jake asks. You looked down and gave him an incredulous look. “To keep watch on the ladybug. I don’t know where it’s going, and I sure as hell don’t want it to fly in here without me knowing-” You were cut off by Jake’s boisterous laugh.

He was doubling over in laughter, clutching his stomach. “You called me over here to kill a ladybug?! That’s what got you so scared?”

You stood there, absolutely bewildered and in shock at your boyfriends words. You crossed your arms and prepared to defend yourself, but Jake beat you to it.

Smiling he took your hand and helped you down. “Don’t worry about it, I’m just teasing you. Now let’s go kill this big, bad ladybug.” He giggled, walking into the kitchen with you right behind him, pointing to where you last saw the thing land.

And you were right, the bug hadn’t moved and was chillin on the floor again. Jake released your hand and crouched down right next to it.

“Hello ladybug. I’ve heard that you’ve been scaring my girlfriend and chasing her out of the kitchen. I hate to break it to you, but I’m the only one that can do the scaring around here. Now, you either move yourself out or I’ll kill you. Which fate do you choose?” Jake gave the bug a moment of silence, as if he was expecting it to respond.

After a few seconds, he scoffed. “Well, if that’s how you’re going to be, then it was nice knowing ya.” You both heard the crunch when Jake stepped on the bug, you shuddering in disgust and relief. Jake stood up and turned to you, “Well, the fiend is gone, m’lady.”

You shoved him in response to his teasing, “Thank you, Jake. Seriously. I fucking hate bugs.” You said, looking up at him.

Jake just hummed and grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of the kitchen. “Jake! What the hell are you doing??”

“Well, I need some type of payback, and since I haven’t seen you in a couple of days, we’re going to you room.” Jake smirked back at you as he took you into your bedroom, pulling you down with him onto your bed.

Making sure to shove off his shoes before he readjusted himself, Jake held you close to him. Your head was under his chin as his arms wrapped around you. You found yourself doing the same, closing your eyes and succumbing to the peaceful silence.

Before long, you two had fallen asleep. Only to be awoken by the smell of something burning from the kitchen….

a/n: update, i have killed the ladybug. it cannot reign terror over me anymore.

#jake ji #weak hero #weak hero webtoon #weak hero x reader #shitposting

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topgunruinedme · 1 year

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Welcome to the danger zone||o.5

Pairings: Ron “Slider” Kerner/ Tom “Iceman” Kazansky/ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

Requested: Yes.

Prompt: Could I submit a top gun prompt please? Threesome with ice, slider, and maverick + spanking + “you wont be able to walk straight after i’m done with you” + enemies to lovers? And if you don’t mind, added request that ice and slider are topping maverick?

Warnings: BDSM, language, mature themes, violence, sexual scenes, Dubious concept.

Word Count: 2.9K

Tag: @ladureelover @weirdqueergremlin @vigilanteavengerqueen @awkwxrdapple

Previous parts: Chapter||o.1, Chapter||o.2, Chapter||o.3, Chapter||o.4.

Next Chapter: Chapter||o.6

// He hardly said a word as he slipped into the locker room, Goose raised an eyebrow his grin shifting into concern as Maverick made a be-line for him. Wood shifted over on the bench giving them room. Maverick dropped into the seat Wood had previously occupied laying down with his head in Goose’s lap. Silently staring up at the ceiling, Goose’s face shifted again. Something soft appearing as he ran his hand through his hair, oddly it felt different.

No longer was there the soft buzzing that ran through him when Slider ran his oversizes hands through his hair. No, with Goose it was calm, almost familiar. It gave him comfort with a sign Maverick let his eyes shut.

“Rough night?” Goose asked quietly pausing his movement slightly to absently rub the pads of his fingers into Mavericks skull. Maverick let out a low groan of relief, shifting closer into Goose embrace.

“Yeah” he muttered quietly, not wanting to think about the odd morning he had had. Wanting to enjoy the peace, and the comfort of Gooses affection.

Goose hummed slightly as he turned his head to continue talking to Wood his hand never stopping as he rubbed, Mav’s body relaxing instinctively under Goose’s touch.

He let himself block out the conversations around him as he attempted to catch up on some sleep he had lost last night, his stomach rumbled silently. He ignored it, despite his body's insistence he still couldn’t think of food without the clinging disgust.

His eyes felt heavily as he felt himself being pulled back into unconsciousness with the promised safely of Goose scent surrounding him and the warmth of his body.

He could hear a faint quiet conversation happening around him as he dropped off to sleep.

“Is he alright?” Wood asked quietly, Maverick forced himself not to react. Goose hand hesitated for a moment as he placed a palm on his forehead. The warmth of Goose hand on his forehead was odd but not totally unexpected.

He could picture Goose’s concerned frown in his mind as Goose removed his hand replacing it in his short regulation hair. Running his hand through it no doubt ruining how Maverick had styled it.

“He doesn't seem sick” Goose murmured.

“If you want to take him home we can cover for you” Wolf said quietly from his other side, most likely from his locker.

He heard Goose huff, “Nah” he denied easily, “Mav wouldn't turn down a chance to fly even if he had a 104 degree temp, let alone what ever funk he’s in”.

Maverick didn't catch what ever Wolf’s reply had been as the darkness swallowed him whole stealing his senses. He wasn't sure how long he dozed for filtering in and out of unconsciousness. When he finally opened his eyes he blinked trying to get used to the bright overhead lights. Maverick shifted lifting his hand to cover a yawn, Goose looked down at him gently.

“Didn't sleep well Mav?” Wolf quipped from the side, normally Maverick would have taken it as a taunt but the man had a genuine smile. Wood was standing by his side talking to his quietly, having paused when the mans attention shifted to the younger man.

Mav gave him an lazy smile, exhaustion still clinging to him threatening to pull him back under. “Nah” he stretched slightly but didn't bother moving from Goose lap, instead burrowing himself deeper.

Wolf raised an eyebrow but didn't ask him to elaborate, instead the man just grinned back at his pilot. Now that Maverick knew that they were a couple it was so easy to see. The affection shared between them was far to charged to be platonic. Did anyone else know? Was he the only one who hadn’t realized?

“Causing trouble already honey?”, there was a hint of humor in Goose’s voice.

Maverick grinned up at him, “Don’t worry dear” he cooed, “I would never leave you out of it”.

The man rolled his eyes with a fond smile, “Of cause you wouldn't, I’m the brains”’.

“Does that make me the brawn?” Maverick replied cheekily.

Goose let out a honking laugh before shoving him gently, enough to move him but not enough for him to fall out of the taller mans lap. Maverick grumbled quietly with a small smile as he shot Goose a dirty look before settling back on the mans lap. Daring the man to move him again.

The door to the locker room opened with a click as their commanding officer entered, his stern glare staring down the other pilots in the room. Wolf was longing back against his locker in a towel and Wood was half dressed his uniform done up to his waist, his wife beater tugged over his head.

Viper frowned slightly at their closeness, Goose stared him down as he showered Maverick in affection. Viper stance shifted, his gaze drifting to them seemingly forgetting whatever he had entered the room to tell them, “Piece of advice son, do that on your own time. This is not the appropriate place for that”.

Goose hand paused slightly in his hair, more in confusion then heeding the advice. He placed his hand down on Mav’s chest to prevent him from moving. The warmth of his hand sunk into Maverick skin, his finger trips teasingly brushing against the nape of his throat. It made Maverick swallow instinctively.

Goose had big hands, not as big as Sliders he wondered what it would feel like for those hands to be wrapped around his throat. The other holding him down as they slowly stole the breath from his lungs, as it tightened slightly over time until he couldn't think and his mind went fuzzy. He wondered if that would he something he would enjoy.

Viper’s hand flexed and visibly stalled in surprise as the room stayed silent as Maverick neglected to throw out a bratty remark, the man hesitated slightly before walking away muttering to himself, “Finally getting through to him”.

The door slammed shit behind him and the room stayed oddly silent until Wolf started sniggering as if attempting to hold himself back from howling. The man’s body shook with the strain as he rushed through his uniform, not bothering his routine double check of his hair. Instead speeding out of the room with his unformed half buttoned. Wood followed at a slower pace taking the time to shut Wolf’s abandoned locker with a sign before leaving them alone in the locker room.

Goose raised an eyebrow shooting him an inquisitive look, Maverick shrugged before swinging himself up into a seated position stretching. It wasn't like his week could get any weirder.

After a long day of Hops and Maverick taking the time to taunt Ice and Slider. Maverick had been all to ready to get back to his to is flat.

Ice had spent the day practically following his every movement with his eyes, while Slider kept sending him a smug grin. So much for subtlety. If he thought about it, it wasn't very different to their normal interaction.

He relaxed in his off base flat as Goose made himself at home. Maverick smiled at how laid back Goose looked when he was talking about his family, Goose was lounging on his sofa. His uniform was rumples, matching Maverick’s own.

It had been an unusually warm day today and it had been torture in the cockpit sweeting away their souls as they attempted to pin Jester. The sweat and heat certainly hadn’t helped with the slight pain that accompanied each step, the stinging sensation letting him know when he had to take a break and reapply the moisturizer. It truly had been god sent.

He had all but ripped his shirt of when he got through the door leaving him in his khaki pants and his wife beater. Goose grinned at him carefree his thigh pressing against his as he stood with a playful smile, “Why honey if you wanted to feel me up you could have just asked”

Maverick shot him a sly look, “Oh If I had you dear, you would be tied up in my bed”.

Goose gave him an odd look, somewhat stumped before letting out a honking laugh. “Who says you wouldn't be the one tied up honey?” he asked in genuine curiosity. Ducking into the small kitchen retrieving something from the fridge.

Maverick smirked looking over the back of the couch as Goose returned two beers in hand, “Carol” he said simply taking the offered beer as Goose dropped back into the couch taking a swing. The froth got into his mustache, causing Maverick to snort slightly as Goose chased it up with his hand brushing of the remaining liquid with a roll of his eyes.

“Hey” Goose said suddenly, “what do you think was up with Viper this morning?”. Maverick took a swing of his beer relishing the slight tingling of the froth running over his tongue as he swallowed raising an eyebrow.

“You know” Goose probed, pitching his voice in an attempt to imitate their commanding officer. “This isn't the appropriate place” Goose let out an amused breath, shaking his head, “ridiculous, who does he think he is?”. Oh, Maverick certainly remembered.

He remembered the warmth of Goose’s hand on his chest, not crushing but held with enough pressure to feel it, to realize it was there. The way Goose’s thumb absently rubbed his skin and his fingertips brushed against the hollow of his throat. A burning need rose under Maverick’s skin.

How there was a subconscious comfort that came with Goose touch, instantly setting Maverick’s worries or fears aside. Bring a feeling of warmth, a place of being. Goose felt like home.

His thought of him wrapping his hands around his throat, choking him. Slowly stealing the air form his lungs, testing the limits. Toeing at death door.

It wasn't scary, it felt comfortable, like something he might enjoy. Instead of the panic he thought he might experience at the thought of the risks involved he felt calm, peaceful. He wondered if it would bring back that present fuzzy feeling he had when he was between Ice and Slider, if it would feel like he was floating.

The sense of pure calm draping over him like a weighted blanket, chasing away all his problems just letting him focus on what was happening in the moment.

“I want you to choke me”.

He winced, he hadn't intended to ask it like that. He hadn't intended to ask at all. Goose stared at his wide eye his jaw had dropped, he looked like he had seen a ghost.

“W-what?” Goose stuttered out weakly, giving him a chance to opt out of the conversation.

It was already out there he might as well, he signed lightly. Turning on the coach to face Goose, their thighs brush and Goose jolted as if fighting the urge to run away.

“I want you” he said slowly “to choke me”.

“Is this some type of fetish?” Goose asked worriedly, his knee was bouncing anxiously.

“Please Goose” he shifted slightly looking down at the ground. “It’s something I want to try and I would rather try it with someone I know when a stranger” he admitted. “But if that’s not something you want to do I can find someone el-“ Maverick breathed in sharply choking on it slightly as a warm palm suddenly wrapped around his neck cutting him off. It wasn't tight it was loose as if just resting on his neck but it was enough for Maverick to relax into it.

He saw Goose worry his lip between his teeth, he looked like he was fighting with himself. He worried for a brief moment that Goose would pull away and smile to claim he was just joking and laugh it off. Instead Goose grip shifted slightly to wrap around his neck better.

“Don’t worry Mav, I’ve got you” he muttered softly, pulling Mav down slightly into his lap do he could rest his head against Goose thigh.

Slightly disorientated from the shift, he wiggled until he could comfortably lay back, his legs resting on the couch arm as he stared up at Goose. His breath hitched slightly as it tightened, Goose was clearly pacing himself, Maverick wouldn't push his luck.

Goose felt around his neck for a few moments comfortable to jest feel him breath against his palm staring down at Maverick before tightening his hold.

Stars light up behind Mavericks eyes, he gasped surging forward slightly in surprise, a rush of endorphins crashed over him as his mind started to fog over.

Goose frowned slightly before tightening his grip again, this was exhilarating. The pure power that raced through them, joined by a simple gesture. Maverick was giving over complete control to Goose, giving him his life in the palm of his hand to do as he wished with it.

He could feel everything his senses were heightened, he could feel his racing pulse pounding against Goose palm and feel the muscle mass of Goose thigh against his skull. He lent back slightly baring more of his throat and closing his eyes letting his lips part slightly, focusing on breathing through his nose.

He felt his dick stir in interest, of cause. Only a few hours late buddy. It was hardening quickly no doubt visibly, his khaki’s were tailored to him. They were tight around his erection. Doing this in uniform, it made it all that much more exciting. Dangerous.

He opened his eyes staring up at Goose, his desire growing as he looked up at the man. There was a slight prick of disappointed finding Goose above him but he pushed it aside. As the hand tightened, he let out a soft whine his hand shooting up to grip Goose wrist, the man froze.

“Keep going” he begged, “Please”, don’t leave me like this, don’t give me a taste then leave me wanting.

Goose swallowed and lessoned his grip slowly allowing his to take a breath. No no no, he was so close.

After a few breaths the grip tightened again and Maverick could have almost sobbed in relief. The drop was much quicker this time knowing what to look for, once his mind started fogging over he chased the feeling.

It was almost like he was plummeting, it was unfamiliar.

The feeling of being aware, but not being able to feel it. Hearing nothing and yet everything at the same time.

Being oversensitive and yet touch starved. Yes and no merged and the answer became unclear.

He was so close, he could feel it. He gasped out, finally as his mind blanked. His mind settled on the edge of something as his body buzzed pleasantly and the urge to push further bubbled in his mind. His hand tightened around Goose wrist pushing him closer urging him to keep going.

It was within his sights, he was readying his aim bringing her down to take the shot. His thumb hovering over the button as tone shot through his head. Just as he went to press down on the button, to itch that scratch, millimeter between them Maverick was suddenly ripped back up.

The grip around his neck softened, dragging him away from his kill. His body instinctively sucking in air throwing his jet into a flat spin as he desperately attempted to regain control, to level out. In the end the control tower won, ordering him to return to base. His chest ached and his heart pounded with the stress he had put it under. His head had a softened edge of fuzziness around it but it was nowhere close to what he had just experienced. He looked up at Goose, he had been so close.

“I’m sorry Mav” Goose said, he sounded truly sollum. “It feels..It fells like” Goose looked uncomfortable.

Oh, Nick. Affection settled heavy in his gut. Carol had picked a good one.

“Like cheating” Maverick finished with a false smile, his high slowly dropping with the damper.

Goose gave him an apologetic smile.

Maverick brushed off his hand, sitting up shifting away from his best friend.

“Its fine” he muttered, slightly disappointed. He had been so close, so close to scratching that itch that had been annoying him for as long as he could remember.

“Are we” Goose hesitated placing a hand on his shoulder, “ Are we ok?”

Maverick looked up at him placing his check on his knees, his arms wrapped around them pulling them closer to his body in an attempt to hide the semi he was still sporting. “Yeah” he smiled softly to reassure his friend, “Were good”.

Goose shook his head standing stretching “I’m going to give Bradley a call” he said affection clear in his voice, ruffling Mav’s hair as he passed. He called out to Maverick as he entered the kitchen, taking the phone off it’s hook as he dialed in a number.

“Hey at least you know you like it now” Goose through a grin over his shoulder, Maverick stared after him as his disappeared from view.

That was exactly the problem, he did like it. Where the hell was he going to find someone who would willingly choke him in bed because he asked. Certainly not a civilian, or another pilot there would be to many questions, so many risks.

He bit his lip, his problems seamed to be pilling up. Curiosity killed the cat.

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