#to the point where i almost feel dizzy when i lie down

[linopls]

kinktober day twenty-eight

daddy bangchan x gn!reader warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, daddy kink (obvi), unprotected sex, spanking (a bit) 0.7k words

it just slipped out, you didn’t even mean to say it. you’ve known that people call their partners that but it was never something you thought you’d enjoy calling chan. 

“what did you just say?” chan stops mid-thrust.

“i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean to! it just came out! i’m-” apologizes pour from your mouth.

“say it again.” his voice drops an octave and his jaw clenches.

“what?” 

his hands tighten around your waist and he leans down, pressing his back to your front. his lips gently press against your ear.

“say it again, please,” it comes out as a groan but you can hear the whining beg in his voice. 

“daddy?” you whisper into the pillow, unsure of if chan can even hear you. 

you can tell by the way he begins to move his hips again that he did. it’s slower and more gentle than the way he’s been pounding into you for the past couple minutes. his head rests on your shoulders and a loan deep groan comes from his throat.

“jesus fuck, y/n.”

“more, please,” you plead as you wiggling your hips back into his.

“beg,” he spits, standing back up off your back and pulling your hips closer to his.

“channie, please i-” you start but are quickly cut off by a harsh smack to your ass.

“what’s my name, baby?” 

your face gets hot, you’re extremely grateful that it's buried so deep in the pillows that chan can’t see it. you know for a fact he’ll tease you about this afterwards, but at this point you’re so desperate to cum that the embarrassment is overtaken by lust. 

“daddy, please. i need you to move.”

“my good, slut,” he coos before returning to his previous pace.

his hips slam harshly against your ass. his black fingernails dug so deep in your skin you wouldn’t be surprised if he drew blood. the whines and cries that pour from your mouth are completely incoherent.

“you’re so good for daddy, baby.”

you feel so weak beneath him, your legs are begging to give out and your drooling onto his pillows. hearing chan call himself daddy was definitely hotter than you saying it, and he must have realized you felt that way.

“oh, clenching on daddy’s cock, hm?” chan moans, moving one of his hands to your ass. “you like it more when i call myself daddy, don’t you?”

you nod into the pillow, your cries muffled by the fabric. he continues to fuck into you, the tip of his thick cock slamming against the deepest parts of you with every thrust. the pain of him stretching you out is gone and replaced with an overwhelming amount of pleasure. you’re beginning to slowly drift off to the warm and empty headspace where your only thought is chan but are abruptly pulled away by chan grabbing both of your arms and holding them behind your back.

one of his hands his still firm on your hip, but the other is tightly holding your wrists to your lower back. you feel dizzy at the way he has so much control over you and you can feel the familiar knot brewing in your stomach.

“daddy, g-gonna cum!” you whine, lifting your head with whatever strength you had left so your voice was muffled by the pillows.

“yeah? gonna cum for daddy? gonna make a mess for daddy?” chan groans. his voice sounding so deep and rough is what finally sends you over the edge.

“mhm! cumming, daddy!” you almost scream, not even worried if the other members are home.

“fuck,” he howls. “daddy’s gonna fill you up, baby.”

you feel his aching cock pulse deep in your hole before he paints your walls white. your eyes roll back in your head and you clench around his cock, milking it dry. you bite down on the pillow as chan continues to fuck you both through your orgasms. 

“channie, channie, channie, too much.” you squirm your hips in desperation.

chan loosens his grip on your wrist and slowly pulls his softening cock out. his places a soft kiss on your reddening ass before helping you lie on your side. he lays down next to you, on his back, and you quickly curl up into his chest.

“you’re amazing, love,” he says, rubbing gently circles on your lower back. “daddy loves you.”

“shut up!” you cover your face with your arms. “never saying that word again. you never heard me say it!”

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[gremlingottoosilly]

Your ride is here (dark!Ghoap x fem!Reader)

CW and tags: Non-con, poly, group sex, size kink, daddy kink, power imbalance, kidnapping, dead dove do not eat, forced orgasms, praise, humiliation I really really adore @ohbo-ohno and @ceilidho for their amazing takes on writing dark fics with Ghoap and fem!Readers Word count: 3794 AO3

You were already way too drunk when you got out of the bar. It was an annoyingly loud party, too many people you never even knew – you thought that it would be nice since it’s a nice bar and not some weird tech music club, but it didn’t really matter in the end. You were still wasted, head spinning around and headache already forming with bile in your throat every time you opened your eyes. Your phone is dead, your brain is barely working, and the only thing you wish to do right now is to curl down in a small ball and cry. 

You barely managed to call for an Uber before your phone blinked one last time and turned off – and judging by the fact that the somewhat kinda, big-ish car was the only one in the dim alleyway, you assumed it was your ride. Hopefully, you’ll get home as soon as possible, get a shower, clear your stomach from alcohol slowly brewing into nausea, and fall asleep. 

You’re far too drunk to notice that the driver didn’t even ask for your name when you got inside. 

— H…hey there. You’re my driver, yea? 

You force the words out of your mouth as you slowly duck your head into the car and settle on the backseat before the guy even says anything. He is pretty, somewhat – a weird fucking haircut for sure, but has a roguish charm of a boy you might meet at the nearest gas station shop. You’re way too buzzed to think of him in any romantic way, but he is nice to look at, and you’re staring to the point of being inappropriate. 

He smiles, and you feel your cheeks heating up – probably just alcohol working its way up your system. But he looks nice and probably would feel nice in bed, too – he clearly forgot about shaving for a few days, and you almost think about the way it would feel on your face. Or between your legs. Or just right on your…

— Aye, it’s me. 

You can see his cheeks getting flushed as he stares back at you. The situation becomes slightly more weird with each passing moment, but he taps on his phone, probably searching for a map. You turn your head to look at the blurry image – not like you have any knowledge of the area, transferring here for your big girl job and trying to make your way in the city that couldn’t care less about you or your feelings. 

You press your cheek against the car seat, leaning over to help him. 

— It’s on…yeah, um, Maple 37-12. I think I might have typed the address incorrectly on the app. 

— Thank ye, lassie. 

He quickly turns on the map to head over to your house, and you smile, happy about your management skills even as you’re still drunk as hell. You allow your head to fall on the backseat headrest again, closing your eyes just for a second. It’s a long ride home, and you already regret every decision that made you go to this fucking party. 

The driver is chatty. 

Really fucking chatty. 

— So, where do you work? Ye shouldn’t be up in that hour. 

You grumble something in the answer, not wanting to speak too much. Your brain isn’t built for this kind of pressure right now. 

— Yer boyfriend goin’ to pick ye up? 

You slightly wince at the words, another reminder of how utterly alone you were. Of course, if you had a boyfriend or even some close, responsible friends, you would ask them to help you with a ride home – you never trusted public transport at this hour, and uber is often varies between a last resort and a stranger danger on wheels. 

— Don’t have any. 

Your brain is far too drunk to even comprehend why you didn’t just lie that a mysterious boyfriend will meet you. Somehow, the expression of the driver – he called himself Johnny with such a beautiful boyish smile that it made your toes curl – made you feel dizzy and light in the head. God, you don’t want to act like a high school sweetheart, but all of those drinks made you feel lonely. 

— No way. A wee bonnie like ye shouldnae be alone. 

You lick your lips, trying not to sound too miserable. You’re failing. 

— I’m focusing on my career. 

He actually laughs at that, and you feel even more embarrassed. 

— Career? How does that work out for ye? 

You just grumble at the answer, not wanting to bury yourself even deeper. Truth be told, it’s not what you expected when moving to a new city – you don’t know anyone, don’t have any friends here, your life has started from a blank point, and there is really nothing for you to do besides trying to connect with some uptight work buddies in a grimy bar. 

Driver says something else – just general questions, something about the weather. Silly jokes that make you snort and reconsider your sense of humor – he is really nice for a cab driver, and you kinda want to just listen to him talk over and over again. You kinda just want to close your eyes and sleep, but you suddenly realize that you need to charge your phone in order to check the payment – you don’t think you have enough cash in your purse, and you don’t want to make the driver’s life even more miserable. He must be low on money to work at this hour, and you kinda feel bad enough to leave him a big tip after all of this, especially if you would end up throwing up all over his nice, big car. It's suited for some brutal man from war movies, not an Uber driver. 

— Hey, sorry. Can I charge my phone for a bit? 

He smiles even more, getting you the required cable – you plug your phone finally, for the first time in the past few minutes, seeing your home screen again. God, this is late hours – you never got home at this time before. 

The car takes an unexpected turn, and you swing your head to look at the window – you don’t recognize the area. Of course, the road was dark, and you lived far away, but even with your blurry mind and hazy memories of the street you moved to,  you knew this wasn’t right. The driver is nice and all, but you feel like he made a mistake by relying only on Google Maps. You hope he made a genuine mistake, at least. 

— Um, sir? 

— Aye, lassie? 

He looks so innocent it immediately drops you off guard. You lean closer to him, a phone still in your hand – you were trying to refresh the Uber app quite a few times already, but it somehow never showed you the price you were supposed to pay for the trip – and try to sound as chill as possible. No use in making a scene, you both are tired, and he probably wants to get done with you as soon as possible. 

— I think you took a wrong turn. My street should be on the right side. 

— Didnae think I did. 

— What do you mean? My home isn’t…

The app blinks, and you look at it, trying to concentrate on the obscenely bright screen, punishing your eyes for simply having those. You lick your lips, blood running cold. 

You stare at the “Your driver will be here in 5 minutes”. With a description of a car that couldn’t be more different than the car you were in. 

With the driver, whose name wasn’t even remotely “Johnny”. 

***

Soap wasn’t intending to bring a girl home. What he intends is to find a nice chip place near the bar he and Simon used to go to together and then bring something home to eat because, of course, Lt came home before him, and his cooking skills are almost as bad as his jokes. Simon is a mad dog that will probably eat anything provided and isn’t against chewing on his shoes in case of an emergency, but he doesn’t want him to do this off-deployment. 

Johnny literally just wanted to buy some grub, get it home warm, and take off drinking beer and watching some mindless shit on the TV. Preferably with Simon by his side because their relationship cannot be defined by any labels, and he as a nice fucking ass. 

Well, turns out random drunk girls who slammed into his car just when he got the takeout bag securely on the front seat have nice asses too. And Soap can’t think of the last time he had his dick smothered by a woman’s lips and not his fist or, somehow, Simon’s hand. 

You’re pretty, drunk, and kinda dumb – just like he loves them. Silly girl, really, what did you expect when your phone is dead and you have no other means of contacting safety. He saw you approaching the car, not even looking at his plate – you probably wouldn’t remember when he would dump you in the morning. Not that he would, of course, pretty dumb girls like you should be protected, and his job is, well, protection itself –  he can drag you to his and Ghost’s apartment like a trophy in his teeth. 

He licks his lips, enjoying the expression of fear slowly creeping on your face. You’re so drowsy, so adorable, he can’t help but smile widely when you’re panicking. You try to open the door, but, of course, it’s child-locked. Fitting for someone who behaves like one. 

The last time he tried to convince a girl to have a threesome with him and Simon, she preferred to just watch them awkwardly jerk each other off. The last time he tried to convince a guy for a threesome with him and Simon, Johnny spent the whole night in the corner, blue-balled and lonely, as the twink preferred to suck Lt until he’d cum like two times in a row. 

Johnny knows that if he wants a chance for something other than a sloppy seconds, he will have to accept a quick car fuck, possible kidnapping, and forging marriage documents for a pretty girl he just locked in his car because why the hell not, why can’t a handsome Scotsman just kidnap a drunk girl who mistook him for an Uber driver. 

He stops the car in a more or less secluded area – poor bird, you’re still trying to bump your way out of the door with your shoulder, only risking dislocating it. The car was a fucking tank in disguise, the only thing that could survive Ghost’s driving skills – there is no way you would be able to get it to open without the owner wanting you to. Soap licks his lips, turning to you. Hell bells, you look divine. 

Tears in your eyes, panicked expression, hands curling into fists as you’re trying to get out of your personal nightmare, no matter how drunk you are. Poor baby, he really feels bad for you – you’re so sweet, so trusting, there is no way he was the first guy to ever try to harm you like this. Sergeant might like to think of himself as being more or less in touch with normal people, but when he sees a pretty girl in trouble, he wants nothing more but to become her trouble. 

He opens the car just for a second from the driver’s seat – he needs to get to you, after all, just looking at you, trapped in the backseat, won’t be enough for the throbbing erection he has in his pants. You try to fight him as he heavily lingers on you, almost crushing you under his weight. Car isn’t nearly big enough for someone like him to comfortably sit in normal position on top of you, so Johnny uses one hand to drag you back, deeper into the seat, and the other hand – to unbuckle his belt, proving to be fucking beautiful with his fingers. 

You look so pretty, he can’t help but snap a few pictures for the group chat – dumb idea at first, as he thought, but now he can’t wait for the Captain to see what a pretty catch he has on his arms. The last mission was pretty rough, and they all deserve a pretty thing to cover themselves in fear and tremble under them after they fuck her, one after one. Might even bring you to Captain’s house, show you what a good girl you can be for your daddy if given a chance. 

Soap smirks as he drags his hard cock out of his pants. Your eyes are wide in shock – he might not be the biggest of the group, Lt has the crown rightfully and deservingly, but it doesn’t mean that the Scot is small. Thicker than average, leaking pre-cum already – has been since you first got into the car, all cute and disoriented. He had to waste quite a few minutes driving you as far from civilization as possible without alarming your pretty, dazed head about anything – now he can reap his prize. A part of it, anyway. 

You cry and squirm, trying to fight him off when he pushes his hand into your hair and tugs angrily – you’re simply too fucking weak to be a reasonable challenge, so Johnny only laughs when he can put your fight with a single press on your windpipe. You cough, struggling again – soon enough, you learn to just stop and allow him to lead. Good girl, can be trained so well – you’d make a good soldier if you weren’t so pretty and so vulnerable. 

— Don’t make me break yer nose, lassie. Open up, aye? 

He smiles, too warm for the situation – you don’t understand what you did to deserve this, his hand presses your throat in a tight embrace, and you can’t do anything but squirm and try somehow to use your legs to fight – but oh, you’re far too drunk to do this. You whimper, and your head spins and aches with each hiccup, leaving your lips. Such a pathetic sight to see, you could almost feel bile in your throat as he pressed his cock closer to your lips, smearing bitter liquid all over your closed mouth. 

— Pl…please, don’t do this, don’t… what do you want? Money? I will give you money, or my phone, or…

He groans, the waiting time for this pretty girl is far too long already. He doesn’t want to hurt you, you’re too soft for this – a thought of slapping your face lingers in his mind, but ruining your pretty cheeks won’t be efficient in this case. Johnny tugs on your hair, hoping it will be enough to set you straight – he doesn’t want you to pass out from pain, after all. Already too merciful with just using your throat and now that tight ass hiding underneath your dress. 

Your words are slurred, hazed, your tongue can’t move quite right enough – still too drunk, and lack of fresh air only makes you go dumber by each second. Soap only lets go of you when he is sure you’re far too gone to try and bite him – still, he pushes his two hands in your mouth, opening you wide as you gag and cough. 

— Don’t worry yer pretty head ‘bout it. Just take me, and then we’ll go home. 

He will ride you home, make you ride him, and make you some really nice breakfast later. He will carefully wipe away the damp makeup from your face – poor girl, you’re crying too much and ruined all of your hard work on this skin – and send some pretty pictures to the group. But, hey, he can snap a couple right now. 

With one hand still in your mouth, he awkwardly moves his hips so his cock can point right against your lips – and presses down, making you gag more and more as he slowly but surely pushes his cock inside of your tight, warm mouth. God, this is the heavens – he can’t remember the last time he had such an amazing blowjob from such a cutie. Gaz would fucking love you. 

You’re so pretty from this angle, coughing on his cock, tears streaming down your cheeks – Johnny tells you to smile for the camera and snaps a couple of pictures. Group chat was an amazing idea, after all – he can’t wait to share some more cute videos once you’ve settled it. The feeling of your warm mouth on his cock is absolutely divine – you’re tight, probably inexperienced, and he relishes in the fact he might be the biggest cock you ever took in your pretty lips. 

You try your hardest to pull away, but he keeps you close, a hand tugs on your hair again, making you cry harder. Soap is so sorry, bonnie, he will make it up to you later – will eat your pretty cunt sloppily, maybe mess with your ass a bit, making sure you’re all wet and open for the members of his team and their members. He snorts at the thought. smiling as you’re still fighting the urge to puke. 

— Like this, aye? Don’t fuckin’ try to bite me, I don’t want to prick yer teeth off. 

Threat lingers in your panicked mind as he drags his hips back before slamming in your mouth again, his balls slapping your chin with an obscene sound. The drool is leaking down your lips, creating a mess on the car seat – it’s not a problem, really, he will clean it later. Maybe would have to change the fabric of the seating for something less damp if he plans to fuck you in the car more. And oh, aren’t they all planning to do this? 

His phone rings when he was least expecting it – skull emoji on the display. No name, no photo – of course. He must have predicted that Lt would like some of the fun beforehand. Well, Soap isn’t the one to hoard every trophy to himself – even if he really wants to be the first with a pretty girl. 

He loves his team – and they will love you as much. 

He picks up with a smug grin on his face, staring at the screen. His moans become louder, grunts that make your cheeks burn as you just know he is faking it for more theatrics – pressing his phone between his cheek and a shoulder, leaving his friend to listen to his pleasure. Licking his lips as Ghost groans, a familiar sound of an unbuckled belt clanging somewhere in the background. You sob, trying to trash out of his hold again – he only presses you deeper, your nose flattening against his pubic bone. 

— Couldn’t fuckin’ wait, Jonny? Simon sounds tired, angry, jealous even – his sergeant smiles wider, slowly removing the phone from under his cheek and going into video call instead – showing your pretty face, all smothered with pre-cum, ruined makeup, and tears. You look so pretty, so perfect, he moves his hips more to remind you to suck on his cock and not just stare at him like a pretty kitten. He loves you like this, of course, but his dick twitches without proper movement, and Johnny was never the one for patience. Only for bombs, maybe. 

Well, you’re a freaking bombshell, aren’t ye. 

— Sorry, Lt. Dumb thing thought I was her ride. 

The other man snorts. They both laugh – a cruel sound, taunting your ears. You whine and cry, feeling the cock in your mouth pulsating. You try to turn away from the camera, but it’s impossible with a hand still pressing down on your head – you can only close your eyes, poor attempt at saving your dignity. God, you feel absolutely trashed. Soap adores that defeated look in your eyes. 

— And you aren’t? 

— Still a better driver than you, sir. But no, not this time. Can give her a ride, though. 

You hate their laughing, hate the way he is gently caressing your head like you’re a threatened animal and not a living, breathing being. He is being soft with you, like he isn’t forcing his way into your mouth – like he isn’t showing your fucked face to his friend. You hate the way your pussy burns, wet from humiliation, and the soft retirement you’re receiving. Bastard isn’t even thinking of your pleasure, and maybe that’s good. You don’t want to like it. 

— Goin’ bring her home? 

— Aye. Would look bloody adorable on our bed. 

They both snort while your blood runs cold. You hoped, you prayed he would let you go after this – traumatized, but mostly alive and well. You have a job, you have a life, and you can’t be fucking “taken home” to some bastard’s bed while he is using you like a sex toy. You try to squeeze your teeth on his dick, maybe do at least something to make him let you go – but Soap strikes your cheek with unknown anger, making you squirm in his grasp. You sob. 

— Don’t break her yet, Johnny. 

— Sorry. Dumb thing tried to bite me. 

— Doesn’t know any better. Gaz had a special muzzle for dumb girls. 

— Too tight for my dick. 

— Bloody hell, Mactavish. Don’t get too cocky. 

— Never intended to, sir. 

He pushes his dick deeper into your mouth. Your cheek burns from the slap, you can almost feel the bruise forming – and the bastard just tugs on your hair, filling your throat with sticky, disgusting cum. You drink it all, no use in trying to choke yourself on his seed when you’re already set in his hold. 

— How is her mouth? 

— Fuckin’ heaven, Lt. 

— I noticed. You finished fast, even for you, Johnny. 

— I’ll try better next time. Maybe get our dollie off after. 

— Selfish, Mactavish. 

— We all deserve to be selfish. 

Soap has the fucking audacity to wipe your mouth after you finish drinking it all, pushing the remaining cum and drool back on your tongue. He gently patted on your head, then made a small apology for being too rough. Was never his intention. 

— Sorry, bonnie. Don’t try to fight again, aye? You’re too tired to answer, and he just cradles your head against his chest. You whimper and cry, pleading senselessly for him to leave you – he only snaps even more photos of your tear-stained face. God, he can’t wait to bring you home. You’ll look heavenly as a fucktoy for the whole team. 

— L..let me…

— Naw, lassie. Shut up and let me take you where you belong. You’ll love it, promise. 

He kisses your forehead before moving to the front seat again. 

You clutch to the seat in silence, bitter taste of his cum still lingering on your tongue. 

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can i request a jj x reader where she keeps saying she's sick but jj doesnt believe it and thinks it's just an excuse to not go to the midsummers or whatever u choose, but then when they both go, she passes out and jj gets worried and protective. thank uuu smm!!

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Summary: JJ thinks you're lying Pairing: JJ Maybank x kook!reader Warnings: JJ kind of being an ass lmao, sickness, mentions of headaches, reader faints and I think that's it, lmk if I missed any! Word Count: 2.6K Requested: Yes

A/N: Took me a while to figure this one out cause I think J wouldn't be like that in the first place but let's try!! Hope u like, nonnie<3

Everything sucked. There was no way a human could have this bad luck, and Y/N had begun to think the universe had it against her at this point. She had spent almost a month finding the perfect dress and headpiece for Midsummers' night, two months in convincing her parents to let her bring JJ as her plus one and a solid three weeks in convincing JJ.

Only for a mind bending migraine to come storming its way right in the morning. She tried ignoring it for a while, taking some pain-killers to try to ease the pain, but they did absolutely nothing. Her parents had left early to help the Camerons set everything up (sitting around and ordering people) and the party started around five, so she opted for sleeping to see if the headache would subside.

It didn't; she realized right when JJ's booming voice rang through her ears, waking her up. "Figured I'd come down here so we could get ready together!" Her boyfriend said with a grin, holding the tuxedo she had bought for him in his arms. She incorporated from her bed. Standing up with a little dizziness, she couldn't let slide and kissed him as a greeting.

"For an event, it took me days to convince you to go to, you truly are excited." Y/N smiled, feeling a little light-headed. "Did you shower?" She asked as she buried her head in his chest as JJ's arms wrapped around her waist "'Course mamma, just for you... but by the looks of it you haven't" he smiled as his girlfriend hit his chest playfully.

"You're right though, be right back". Y/N stepped in her bathroom as she heard JJ play some music on her speaker. Hopefully, the shower would help the pain she could no longer stand. She tried massaging her scalp and breathe in the scents of her soaps, relax in the water and whatnot but it didn’t help.

She felt as if someone was pushing her eyeballs into the inside her skull while pounding the sides of her head with a hammer, the worst migraine she ever had. Now, this whole thing was important for both Y/N and JJ, as it was the first time they’d be attending an event of this nature together… but she wasn’t sure the headache would allow her.

The thought made her sulk a little, but in the end, the migraine was stronger. She stepped out of the shower wrapped in a towel as well as her hair, watching JJ play around with her necklaces and rings. “J, I-I don’t think we can go” she muttered, disappointment clear in her shaking voice when she noticed how his face fell.

“What do you mean?” he sounded almost shocked. “My head’s been hurting like a motherfucker since I woke up, I-I tried taking some painkillers but they worked for shit and-“ “Y/N you ain’t gotta lie… just say you don’t wanna go with me”.

She couldn’t bear thinking JJ thought it had to do with him “Baby no, I-I’m serious! We could stay in and cuddle if you want, maybe watch Top Gun or-“ then he laughed. “Stop pretending”

“What?” “I know you don’t want me to meet all your kook friends and I know you're kind of ashamed of dating me even though you say you aren’t and-“ “What are you talking about!?”

This was a very JJ thing to think. And no, he wasn’t being manipulative. Y/N knew he meant every word he was saying. And that’s what hurt the most. He could get insecure and honestly, she couldn’t blame him. He grew up in a place that condemned him for the blood running through his veins, hearing things like “he’s just like his old man” or “a Maybank after all” when he fucked up.

Yes, he was reckless and stupid, but he was also kind and a good man. Y/N knew he had some reservations coming into this entire relationship with her because being friends differed completely from being boyfriend and girlfriend. The judgments they were to face were clear, but she always reassured him that as long as they were together they’d be okay.

She could see why he’d think that way. “It’s not like that, baby-“ “Except it is” he said, running his hands through his hair and pacing around the room. “Let’s go then” she gave in. Physical pain hurt way more than knowing JJ thought she was embarrassed to be dating him. She could handle it.

“Oh, so suddenly your headache goes away?” He snapped, throwing air quotes in the word headache which made Y/N, who was already getting her hair done, give him a look of “drop it” and he did, kissing her in the cheek before changing into his suit.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

When they got there, Y/N’s headache was nowhere near better, but she tried paying no mind to it; what mattered was she was walking down to the party with JJ holding her hand. She squeezed his fingers gently as they approached her parents; him squeezing her's back.

“Hi sweetie!” My mom smiles, hugging her tightly with the sweetest grin and then moves to hug her boyfriend. “JJ, we’re so glad you could make it! Go ahead to our table. It’s four over there and I made sure to seat you with Sarah and Kie”. The woman was always kind to J, making sure he felt welcomed in their lives.

Who was really hard to convince was her dad, always wary of the boys Y/N brings home. Now, him being a pogue well… that stir shit up to say the least. “Thank you” the boy answered her mom, then turning to her dad. “Hello, sir”. Her dad gave JJ a stern look and held out his hand “Hello JJ”. And that was it for him.

As they were walking to their table, Y/N realized her boyfriend’s face fell a little at the interaction with her dad. “Hey hey, it’s okay… you know how he gets,” she quickly assured and he directed those sad blue eyes to her “I just don’t get why he doesn’t like me” he sighed, a sad chuckle leaving his lips.

“You don’t usually care what people think of you, J. Why do yo-“ “I care because he’s your dad! I don’t care if Pope’s parents or- or Kie’s don’t like me, I couldn’t give less of a fuck but not with you. He’s your dad and as much as we know he’s unfair with me for being a pogue, I-I would like him to like me”

Y/N’s heart broke at his words, making her feet stop next to the dancefloor, her headache pulsating at the strong wave of emotions. “We can’t make him like you but when we get married…” JJ laughed at that, placing big hands around her waist and smiling “When we get married, he’ll realize I couldn’t wish for a better person to be with me forever. Because you love me, and I love you.” She grinned, pecking his nose to then resume their way to their seats.

When a waiter approached them and Y/N ordered water instead of some champagne, JJ looked at her funny. "Water? Who are you? Kie?" He joked, the aforementioned throwing a small napkin to his head "At least I'm not going to die of some weird liver disease like you J!" Kiara countered, giggling slightly. "I told you I'm not feeling well" Y/N mumbled, and before he could say anything, she joined Sarah and Kie's conversation.

As the conversations flowed and laughter filled the air, Y/N valiantly pushed through the discomfort, not wanting her condition to dampen the joyous occasion. Engaging in lighthearted banter with her friends, she managed to mask the underlying pain she felt. Yet, behind her radiant smile, an unrelenting throbbing persisted, casting a shadow on her otherwise vibrant spirit.

As Y/N's voice intertwined with the playful chatter, a sudden surge of dizziness overwhelmed her senses. Her head felt heavy, as if wrapped in a dense fog, and her vision blurred around the edges. The familiar pain that had been nagging her intensified, clawing at her temples.

She desperately clung to the facade of normalcy, but her body betrayed her resilience. Y/N's grip on the conversation faltered, her words becoming muddled as her mind struggled to keep pace. Her friends noticed the change in her demeanor, a fleeting flicker of concern crossing their faces. "You 'kay Y/N/N?" John B asked.

In that moment, Y/N's world seemed to spin out of control. Sensations of disorientation and weakness cascaded through her body, leaving her feeling adrift and vulnerable. The sounds of her friends' voices morphed into a distant echo, as if they were calling to her from a great distance.

The once vibrant party faded into the background, overshadowed by the overwhelming intensity of Y/N's migraine. Her focus narrowed to a single point of struggle, her every instinct urging her to find solace and relief from the torment that gripped her. "Baby?" She heard JJ mumble as her consciousness teetered on the precipice. Y/N's body succumbed to the overpowering sensations, causing her to lose consciousness.

A profound stillness enveloped Y/N as she drifted away, suspended in a momentary limbo between wakefulness and oblivion. Time became a fleeting concept, and the outside world ceased to exist for those brief moments.

In that suspended state, Y/N's body rested, unaware of the commotion that unfolded around her. JJ held her full weight in his arms, shock written all over his features. "Y/N! Baby, wake up!" he hopelessly pleads, the attention of the nearby tables focusing entirely on him. Kiara rushed over to her as well as Sarah and John, all in a frenzy, knowing nothing of what was going on.

"John, go get the twinkie! Ambulances will take a while to come to this side of the island." JJ hurried, feeling everyone's gaze on him but caring only for the peaceful look on his girlfriend's face. John B nodded and left quickly to get the van as close as he could. Then, guilt came rushing through J's veins like injected adrenaline; this was hois fault.

Y/N had tried to tell him she wasn't feeling okay, but he was too petty and way more inside his head when she was just being honest. He felt a sting in his eyes and as soon as he blinked; the tears stained Y/N's dress. "I'm so sorry baby" he whispered, Sarah and Kie looking puzzled at him asking for forgiveness at a time like this.

"JJ, this is not your fault" the blonde said, rubbing his back reassuringly but before she could continue, he began shaking his head "Y-You don't understand, she told me her head was hurting but-but I was stupid and thought she didn't wanna be seen with me and-" a sob interrupted his sentence, making Kie hug him tightly. "It's still not your fault".

He cried for a few more seconds, holding Y/N close so he could feel her still steady heartbeat against his ear until John B came rolling down in the twinkie. JJ noticed Y/N's dad approaching when he lifted up his girlfriend, but he needed to get her to the hospital quick. "I'll get her to the hospital sir, meet you there," He said in a panic, his friends and him getting in the van and speeding off to the emergency room.

He felt his heart sink as John drove and he could notice Y/N's breath quicken, then falter. JJ rarely felt guilt, but this was the way the universe was punishing him, he figured. "Hurry" he mumbled, knowing his best friend was doing his best not to crash while getting his girl to the hospital as soon as he could.

Eventually they got there. Everything from when the car stopped to him sitting next to her bed was a blur for JJ; he had a vague memory of the doctors saying she passed out from the migraine and dehydration, nothing fatal but if JJ hadn't been there to catch her when she blacked out it could've caused a concussion.

The pogues stayed there against the professional's advice, saying they should go home and sleep, that Y/N would be awake by morning and they would be able to talk to her then. They refused. Kie and Pope (who got there as soon as he heard the news) cuddled on a couch. Sarah and John did the same as JJ just sat next to Y/N's bed, holding her hand.

The doctors instructed her boyfriend to give her water as soon as she woke up and notify a nurse that would help her immediately, but in the meantime, all they could do was wait. Her parents walked in to find a room of teenagers sleeping at around eleven. Her mom woke JJ up so he could fill them in.

"Mrs. Y/L/N... hi" he sleepily mumbled, rearranging the wild mess his hair was by brushing it back to later rub the sleep out of her face. Her father was standing behind her with an angry expression, and before Y/N's mother could speak, he approached JJ menacingly. "You explain to me right this second why you didn't ask me what was to be done as soon as she passed out! We were so-" the man whisper yelled so the others wouldn't wake up.

"I'm sorry sir, and with all due respect, I could not care less about what you thought would be appropriate other than bringing her to the hospital. I couldn't care less about how you both were feeling; she needed help, and she needed it right that second. I'm sorry if I crossed any boundaries but, as you would be able to tell if you gave me a chance, I have no limit when it comes to your daughter's well being" JJ declared, not once getting his eyes off Y/N's dad.

And he was telling the truth, too. He would go to the ends of earth for her and if her being safe meant her dad would hate him more, it was okay for him. Suddenly, Y/N's mother engulfed him in a tight hug. "She couldn't be with someone better than you. We're just glad she's safe and to know our girl is with someone who will look after her. Thank you, JJ" she smiled.

He smiled wide, returning the hug. "No problem, ma'am. The doc said she'd be just fine. Apparently she had a migraine and hadn't drunk enough water... we're all just waiting for her to wake up". When the blonde raised his eyes to the man behind her, there was something different. Respect, maybe. He didn't really care in this moment.

Her parents stayed in some chairs outside, and, at around midnight, Y/N woke up. JJ was the first one to notice when her hand moved to wrap around his finger while he mindlessly scrolled through twitter. He dropped his phone, almost falling to the ground when he tossed it somewhere as he turned to look at Y/N. "Hi, hi baby" He cooed, pretty y/e/c staring at him just like he needed "Mmm, my hero", Y/N's voice was hoarse.

JJ giggled, handing her a bottle of water and stroking her cheek softly. "I'm sorry baby, I-I should've listened to you when you tried to tell me" He sighed the apologies he repeated like a prayer hours ago "S'okay J" "It's not. Shouldn't have let my mind get in the way. I'm glad you're okay" "Yeah me too... I'm also glad to see you, baby... Dreamt about you while I was out" "As you should," he jokingly said, both of them laughing and sharing a sweet kiss.

The story after that is short. Y/N recovered, JJ was finally allowed at family dinner (and exchanged pleasant conversations with his soon to be father-in-law as he called him). ♡

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If you sleep with your window open, then you can't complain when I creep in during the night and use you to my own ends. I pin you to the bed with my body and force my fingers into your mouth to silence you when I see your eyes widen and a scream begin to form in your throat. Don't be afraid, darling. I won't harm you. I only mean to breed you.

My eyes and sharp teeth glint in the pale light of the moon, but I'm a silhouette otherwise. You can't see who's taking advantage of you in what you thought was your safest place. I start by grinding against you, working myself up, using your body to massage my clothed cock until it's hard and throbbing, straining against my trousers. And then I'm under your covers with you in the blink of an eye, and we're both naked. My body is pressed against yours, my soft lips against your neck, peppering kisses along your pulse point and collarbone as I use my cockhead to prod at your entrance. You grab at me, nails raking down my back, trying to turn your head to get my fingers out of your mouth, but it's no use. I'm much bigger than you, darling. You're not going anywhere. You don't mind if I fuck you, right? You don't mind if I use like a toy, getting off on your warm, tight hole. You feel so good...

My cock fills you completely, stretching you almost to the point of pain, and you struggle against me harder as panic sets in. I'm inside of you, buried deep, and I'm throbbing with the need to unload. But not before I've had my way with you. I took the time and went through the effort to get in here without an invitation and I fully intend to make good use of it.

I buck my hips, setting a steady pace, hammering against your insides with each thrust of my girth, massaging all the best spots. You try and fight the pleasure that's bubbling in your core, but your body betrays you and you clench around me, earning a low growl in your ear. I nip at your pulse, and as you feel the weight of my body on top of you and my cock forcing its way inside, you realize that your struggle is folly, and fall still beneath me.

There's a good little human. The fight was fun, I'm sure, but now it's time to relax as I pleasure myself. You're not getting away from me. Just lie back and let me take care of everything. You left your widow open. You wanted this, didn't you? Oh, I'm sorry darling, I can't hear you with my fingers in your mouth. That's okay. I already know the answer.

The spring in your stomach tightens as my pace grows erratic, and it's your climax forcing you to squeeze my cock tight that finally pushes me over the edge. Your muscles contract and you curl into me as I bite down hard on your neck, my fangs piercing deep and drawing sweet crimson. You taste so good when you cum. I drink as my cock twitches and throbs, releasing thick, hot ribbons of fresh cum deep inside of you, again, and again, and again.

You start to feel dizzy and your hands fall away from my back. I pull my red lips away from your neck and nuzzle into the space where they had been as I thrust my hips once more, fucking my cum deeper, even while my climax still shakes my body and more of my seed floods into you.

I can feel your stomach swelling, pushing against mine. You feel so incredible, I just can't stop cumming, and you're squeezing with each twitch of my cock, milking me hard. Your body is drinking me up as tears run down your cheeks. There's nothing you can do now. I have claimed you for my own, made you my pet, and bred you thoroughly.

And this was only round one.

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[so-boredtoday]

Medical appointment

Trafalgar D. Law x fem!reader

Summary: After dealing with menstrual pain for the last few months, you decide to make an appointment with your captain for a check-up.

Word count: 4K almost 5k

Rated: M / NSFW

Tags/warnings: Medical Kink, Doctor/Patient, Dubious consent in the beginning, Sexual health, Fingering, over stimulation, slightly use of pet names, She/Her pronouns, No beta reader we die as cowards, this is not good don’t let the tags fool you.

Author notes: I was thinking about it since forever so here it is ✨ I changed the quotes to hyphens this time and I don't know if it's the best idea but I hope you can understand it. Let me know if it's horrible hahaha… And remember to go to the doctor for a check up at least once a year even if it is not as attractive as Law

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You had been to the medical wing a couple of times, it had always been simple things like checking some minor battle wounds or for the annual exams, however this was your first time for consultation. Law was sitting at the desk with his white coat on, there were a couple of things that didn't belong to the medical wing: Some half-opened maps, a notepad and a den den mushi, he had brought all those things to keep up with his work while he waited for your arrival for the medical appointment.

– Hello Captain – You said smiling as you approached – I hope I won't take up too much of your time –

He looked at you while shaking his head – That's what I'm here for, I'm the ship's doctor, don't worry about that – His hand went across the desk to point to the chair – Come on, sit down – He continued – How can I help you – He said kindly but without changing his characteristic serious countenance

– I was talking to Ikkaku about my menstrual period... – It wasn't a topic that would embarrass you at all but it was a bit strange to talk about it with Law – I have pain every month and I thought it was something normal you know? But apparently it's not and I wanted to see if you can help me with that –

– You are right, it is not normal however I need more info to be able to determine the cause and give you a treatment – He said while taking notes without looking at you – Does it occur every day of the period? –

– Most of the time yes, however it is stronger on the second and third day – You answered.

– On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate your pain? – He asked looking at you without taking his hand off the paper.

– On a good day... a 6 and on a bad one an 8 – I said grimacing – It's hard to stand up and I feel dizzy, I usually put on some heat and take an analgesic to continue with my tasks – You answered

– It's not very good to self-medicate... – He continued writing without looking at you – That's what I'm here for – He continued as he got up and walked towards the stretcher – Please lie down – You walked, got on the stretcher and looked up at the ceiling.

– I'm going to pull up your blouse to locate the pain zone, are you okay with that? – He said approaching the edge of the gurney.

– Sure – You said without taking your eyes off the ceiling.

– Do you have a regular cycle? – He said as he began to press on your lower stomach.

– Not really... I have spurts of months where it only varies for a couple of days and others where it skipped by almost a month – You answered while his fingers run across your lower belly it was a pleasant feeling – I'd say it's right there – his movements stopped.

– Okay... You can get up – He walked to the desk again – When do you think your period will start? – he asked

– I think in about a week if it's not delayed – you told him as you sat down on the stretcher.

– I need you to record some data for me: The start date, number of days, symptoms such as nausea, night sweats, fatigue but mostly pain and its intensity – He said while opening one of the side drawers to take some gloves – Active sex life?

You blushed a little – Not as active as I would like but yes – You replied automatically regretting your words right after you said them, he gave a small amused laugh in response.

– I'm going to do a little exploration – He said approaching, you looked at him a little alarmed – It may be a little uncomfortable, but it shouldn't be too painful... There are gowns in the first drawer of the bureau. I'll prepare the stretcher you can change behind the screen – He pulled one of the stretcher’s levers as you walked to the bureau and took out the gown.

You started to take off your clothes unsure, this definitely had not been your best idea. It was necessary but you weren't ready for Law to check you. You took a breath as you pulled down your underwear and folded it along with your other clothes, put on the medical gown and walked out.

Law was finishing placing the equipment as you walked to the stretcher – You can go seat now, place your legs on the supports... – He said as he took the chair to sit right in front of the stretcher – This test is called cervical cytology – He said as he put on his gloves without looking at you.

Your legs were open in front of him, again you fixed your gaze to the ceiling without saying a word – For the moment it will only be manual since I don't have the necessary equipment but this way we can check things like the position of your uterus, sensitivity or pain... are you ready? – He ask

– Not really – You said, he didn't say anything but looked at you raising his eyebrows. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath - Okay... I'm ready -

The wheels of his chair rattled against the floor as he approached – I'm going to touch – He began to move his hands across your crotch – I'm going to examine the outside.... Normally this is not painful but please let me know if you have any discomfort – His hands ran over your labia majora slowly, after a few seconds he started to move to the minors, you were breathing slowly trying to imagine anything to distract you until his fingers touched your clit. You opened your eyes and moved backwards with the help of your arms making his hand move away from you - Pain? - He said in a totally professional neutral tone.

– No... it's not painful…it was just a reflex... sorry – You said embarrassed.

– No problem, try to relax and we will finish faster – He said kindly, you went back to take the initial position while breathing – I'm going to touch again. Try not to move – His fingers went back to your clit. He ran it in up and down movements and then a couple of circular movements – It seems that everything is fine – He said while he went down a little towards your entrance that was now a little wet and then give a couple of more circles on your clit, your heart was beating fast inside your chest while you felt how his long fingers rubbed your most sensitive spot.

You closed your eyes and tried to stifle any sound that might come out of your mouth, none of this seemed abnormal to him so you calmed yourself everything is fine. He returned to your entrance and moistened his fingertips to give you a couple of more strokes on your clit, you gasped quietly and then he moved his hands away and turned on the chair to take a bottle from the side table – The flow seems normal for this stage of your cycle – he said as you heard the sound of the liquid coming out of the bottle – I will check the inside now… I’m going to press on your pelvis at the same time... if it needs more lubricant feel free to tell me – he continued – If there is any kind of pain please let me know.

– Okay… – You answered as you took a breath, a warm familiar feeling was forming in your lower belly and you began to feel embarrassed to feel that way.

Law is just doing his job You thought I just have to breathe and it will pass soon

It was then when his fingers brushed your entrance, you swallow nervously trying to stay calm. His left hand rolled your pelvis, his fingers entered without difficulty thanks to his lubricant (and your own wetness).

– Very good – He said suddenly – I'm going to press ok? – you felt how the fingers of his right hand began to digit inside you while the left one pressed on your pelvis – I may have to go in and out a couple of times but it's normal – After a few times of pressing inside he pulled his fingers out and went back in in a slow movement and repeated a couple of times more, an involuntary moan came out of your lips when he brushed a sensitive area inside – Is it painful?... I'm going to press again and let me know the intensity – before you could answer he curled his fingers inside you again pressing that sensitive spot and you let out a needy sigh.

– Law... it's not pain... – You said while breathing heavily.

That he knew perfectly well he had been looking for your sweet spot for a while, he smiled to himself as he saw how your body reacted to his touch. Then suddenly the pressure on your pelvis disappeared, without another word he withdrew his fingers and turned the chair around to grab a towel.

– Everything seems to be excellent – He said in a casual tone ignoring how your chest was rising and falling rapidly – I'm going to clean you so you can change – He passed a paper towel over the area in circular movements with special attention on the upper part – We are done now... I think we have all the drugs available… I'll get them while you change, I'll be back in a second – He said getting up.

You lowered your legs from the supports with difficulty and sat; your cheeks were red and your vision blurred. Clearly it was all part of the examination but your body did not agree with the lack of contact and longed for release. You walked over to the screens to put on your clothes trying to ignore the forming wetness between your legs then you sat in the chair in front of the desk while looking at the stretcher and unconsciously squeezed your thighs together, you let out a frustrated gasp as you waited.

He had entered the medical storage closet, a small room inside the medical wing that was normally kept locked; you looked at the maps to distract yourself from the warm feeling that was tenting your cunt. You slightly heard the tinkling of the glass through the closed door while he was looking for the medicines, a few minutes passed and you heard a little frustrated sigh from Law; maybe we didn't have the drugs after all but after about 5 minutes the door opened. Law entered the office again with a frown on his face with a small metal box in his right hand, but something was missing... his white coat was gone and he was just in his usual attire.

– We have two options... – He said taking a seat while running his hand across his forehead – The first one is simple but has some side effects that could be quite strong and annoying – He continued looking at you – It consists of a hormonal treatment, specifically with contraceptive mechanisms there are several options we can review for you – He turned back to his notes – It would be the simplest way out however we also have option number two – He continued and looked at you again.

–We can try with supplements, changes in your diet and rest cycles, besides reducing stress there are some.... exercises that I would like you to try – His look darkened a little on the last sentence – We will give you a 3 month trial period and if that doesn't work we go back to option one, what do you think? –

You blinked a couple of times processing the information – I like the sound of the second one… I don't really lose anything by trying – You pondered

– Very good – He smiled slightly – Let's create a basic regimen – He opened the box and took out a couple of amber glass bottles – The supplements consist of vitamin b and magnesium that will help you with muscle compression during your period.... – He slid them slowly to your side of the table as he wrote on a new note – One pill of each a day and also recommend that you replace coffee with tea especially chamomile or ginger tea and avoid red meat – You took the bottles and watched him write down when he finished he looked up at you – There is something else... – You looked back at him carefully – I need you to touch yourself – You opened your eyes in surprise and looked at him in confusion.

– I beg your pardon captain? – You said while blushing

– At least once or twice a week… you will see… there are some studies on the effectiveness of masturbation as an agent in controlling the intensity and frequency of menstrual pain – His tone was still serious there was no trace of joking in it – If that doesn't work then we will evaluate hormonal treatment – In one motion he tore off the clinical sheet and handed it to you – Do you have any questions? –

– Is there... is there a problem if I don't... if I don't do the exercises – You asked embarrassed – I share a room with Ikkaku and there is not much time when I am alone – Besides you didn't want to talk about it in the future.

– You can do it here – He said lifting his shoulders – No one will bother you here… Just make sure you close the door and keep the area clean – You looked at him in shock. He was treating it as if it was something usual like putting a bandage or a blood pressure measurement – But…– He looked at you with understanding – If you find it uncomfortable you can skip it, however as a medical professional I suggest you consider it –

You looked away from the medical note – I... will think about it... thank you very much Captain – you said getting up from your seat.

– No problem – He said – Don't forget to monitor your period. I will schedule you for a check-up in two weeks to evaluate the effectiveness of the treatment

– Sure... I won't forget – You told him as you quickly left the room. Law let out a sigh as soon as the door closed, normally he wasn't this kind of person, the medical profession was sacred to him; he had promised his father that he would be a good doctor when he was a kid but it was hard to stay professional when it came to you.

When he scheduled you a medical appointment he never imagined he would end up with his fingers inside your pussy, just remembering it made his pants tighten again.

It had been hard to stop touching you when he could hear the little sighs coming out of your mouth or seeing how your body reacted to his touch and it had been even harder to keep quiet inside the medicine cabinet as he cummed in his hand imagining how he would take you on the gurney, hell he had even had to clean up the mess with his medical coat.

In spite of everything the suggested treatment was not a lie… you needed to relax and a couple of orgasms could help you a lot. He knew perfectly well that you hadn't slept with anyone for months and part of it was his fault; he had scared off most of the people who had any intentions with you and those who had escaped him weren't exactly your type, God knows you were a difficult one and you didn't hesitate to kick the ass of anyone who insisted too much. He gave a frustrated grunt and forced himself to get on with his work.

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Three days passed since your consultation and things were not going as you expected and that had nothing to do with the supplements or the lack of meatballs in the food. It was rather the fact that it was the second night you had woken up in the middle of the night thanks to a dream in which Law's long fingers were sliding over your clit and his mouth over yours kissing you tightly. The first time you woke up so agitated that Ikkaku thought you were going to die, you looked at her embarrassed and lied to her telling her it had been a nightmare and the second time you had woken up suddenly drenched in sweat around 4 am and couldn't fall asleep again.

You definitely had to do something about it or you would end up totally tired in the middle of the day. You had joined the heart pirates about a year ago, since then your only make out had been behind a bar after drinking a lot and it had ended in a not so satisfactory way; you thought that being a pirate would bring you more opportunities with men however there were not many who were interested in you and clearly you had no intention of repeating that experience so you avoided drunks no matter how attractive they were. It seemed pathetic but after a while you began to accept it, there hadn't been any problems so far.

Sure sometimes you felt horny, especially when you ovulated, however it was something you had coped with calmly but now you couldn't stop thinking about it and the situation got worse when the object of your desire was your captain. The metal floor felt cold on your bare feet as you walked to the medical bay, it was 2 am so you were sure you would be alone; you opened the door cautiously and walked in making sure to close the door.

– It's late... – A voice sounded in the darkness, you shivered even with your hands on the door lock.

– Ca... captain I didn't know you were here – Your gaze wandered to the desk to find him sitting there illuminated only by the dim flickering light of the outside light. What was he doing in the middle of the night with the light off anyway? – I’m sorry… I'll... I'll go back to my room – You said turning your gaze to the door.

– It seems wise but… – He said with a smirk – I thought you didn't want to do your exercises but here you are walking in the dark without shoes... I couldn't hear you until you opened the door – Your face felt hot with embarrassment – Have you had any strange symptoms? – His voice that until now had seemed casual changed to a more serious tone like the one you had heard during the medical appointment. You remained quiet still in front of the door – Well? – He insisted, you turned around to meet his gaze.

– I have a little insomnia, that's all – You lied.

– Then what are you doing here? You could go anywhere else – You opened your mouth to answer but he was quicker – It's not good to lie to your doctor… How will you get well that way? – He opened the drawer to pull out a pair of gloves and moved the chair a bit away from the desk and sat again – Come here – His tone still sounded professional yet there was a spark of mandate that hadn't been there before.

You walked hesitantly to the front of the desk as he put his gloves on. You looked at his hands carefully and after a few seconds you looked away, he did not move from his chair just looked you up and down. You felt totally vulnerable: You were not wearing a bra, just a light blouse with thin straps that barely covered your belly button and elastic shorts, you were on their way to a summer island so it was a little hot.

– I said come here – He tapped the desk a couple of times. You looked at him confused for a moment, but his look seemed serious so you circled the desk cautiously, you positioned yourself between his chair and the desk – Perfect, now sit please – He said looking at you from the chair and you bit your lip nervously while you leaned slightly on the table – Ideally we should do this on the stretcher but we don't want to make too much noise.... as I say it's late – He repeated and then his covered hand stretched towards you until it touched the inside of your knee – I suggest you sit or you will fall – You sat up fully and his hand started to move up on your bare thighs – I'm going to show you how to do it properly – Your breathing started to quicken.

His hand caressed your thighs going up slowly until he reached the bottom of the fabric that now it seemed to be too short – Oh pretty cute – He said while he played with the small lace that adorned the edges of the bastille and with a slow movement he began to caress your crotch on the fabric with his right hand while his left hand continued to go up and down on your thighs. After a few seconds a sigh left your mouth as his hands worked masterfully over your clothes, you closed your eyes.

It's not real You thought trying to flooded your mind I am dreaming

His hand went inside your shorts and caressed over your underwear that was starting to get wet – Let's take this off – He said in a neutral tone.

You opened your eyes and met him, there were a couple of things you hadn't noticed: his hair was a little messy and his shirt had all the buttons open. You leaned on your feet and slid the fabric down your hips to the floor, nervously you sat back on the desk with your legs closed – Excellent – He indicated, you hesitated a few seconds until you felt his hand on your knee – I need you to open your legs again – You opened them slowly. He positioned himself again in the center – I want you to watch carefully – His hands went up your thighs cautiously until they reached your pussy, the tip of his fingers began to trace the shape of your labia majora until he went to the a little up where he found your clit – We are going to work your clit today.... I'm going to show you how and then you'll do it for yourself – He made a circular motion over your sensitive skin and then down to your entrance – You're pretty wet so we can work with that – He moistened his fingers at your entrance and returned to your clit just like he had done during the exam.

– Let's play with a medium pressure in a circular way to stimulate you – you let out a sigh when his fingers started to move – Like this... it feels good doesn't it? – You nodded looking at him as his fingers were sliding creating a delicious friction – I prefer the answers to be verbal, let's try, shall we? – He said looking into your eyes

– Yes... yes captain – You said with difficulty.

– Very good girl, you are an excellent patient – He answered pleased – Now we are going to alternate with ascending and descending movements, these are going to be in a faster rhythm – As soon as his movements changed your breathing instantly became agitated, he looked at you and smiled. You started to feel more aroused, you fully open your legs to allowed him to moisten his fingers with your juices making the rhythm accelerate. You began to gasp and suddenly he returned to the initial slow gyrating rhythm causing an electric sensation to rise from your pussy to your lower stomach and you let out a low moan – How was that? Did you feel it? – He loved to watch you fall apart in his hands.

– We... well... yes it was very good – You tried to gather your thoughts but he started to pick up the pace again.

– It's called edging – He said – Let's do it a couple more times – With that you began to feel the pressure build up again – That’s it... very good – His left hand left your thigh and rested in his lap without stopping touching you.

You let out a needy moan – Are you close honey? – the pet name had escaped him as his professional side was beginning to slip. Then just as the knot was about to loosen inside you he pulled his hand away, a sound of frustration left your lips and you began to tremble.

– Please... – you said looking at him imploringly – please captain....–

– Look at this, you're soaking wet darling – he patted a couple of times over pussy and got his fingers wet from your entrance – Alright... let's make you cum – He started touching you again making circular movements in a medium rhythm, at some point the hand in his lap started moving over his length.

Your arms began to give out and you had to lean your elbows on the desk – Captain... damn it – his fingers moved mercilessly over your clit, you could feel the spasms of your orgasm building inside you. Your eyes closed, your hips shook and your breathing became erratic.

– Don't hold back – He told you in a growl, you let out a high pitched scream and then you saw stars. The warm sensation spread through your lower stomach and you flexed your knees trying to close your legs – No... let's spread it – his other hand came back to you to keep your legs open and he looked at you without stopping touching you, you were trembling from the over stimulation you couldn't hold yourself anymore and you leaned back completely on the desk.

One of your hands took his with a weak grip to stop the movements – I can't... I... it's too much – You said pleadingly, his eyes were darker than usual and looked at you hungrily, for a moment you thought he was going to get angry but he just smiled. He lifted his wet hand and put it in your mouth, you moaned into his fingers as you tasted yourself, he pumped a couple of times and pulled them out without further creating a trail of saliva.

– Perfect – He said as he settled back in his chair, took off his gloves and threw them into the trash can – Let's rest for a moment – You tried to understand his words as you regulated your breathing with difficulty – You have to show me that you can do it alone – A few minutes passed and just when the endorphins began to leave your body, reality fell upon you.

Clearly this was not a dream, you were practically naked in the medical bay in front of him, he had touched you and you had the best orgasm of your fucking life. You began to get up gingerly, Law looked up from the chair without saying anything; your feet touched the floor and your trembling legs struggled to support you.

– I'm waiting honey – He said without taking any notice of your attempt to run away – Show me what you learned and you'll be free to go –

The button of his jeans was open and the zipper down, his erection was noticeable – Law… – His name sounded glorious on your lips.

– Be a good girl and show me – He interrupted you. His hand began to move over his boxers revealing his erection, you lost your breath as he began to slowly stroke and it was huge and curved slightly upwards. You feel yourself craving for him.

The heat was starting to build up between your legs again, you licked your lips and closed your eyes to take a breath. You leaned back on the desk and spread your legs, your hand went to your pussy; you started to slowly caress it, feeling small shivers. Two of your fingers were making circular movements over your clit and you opened your eyes… He was watching you from the chair with his hand on his cock, you started to tremble as you accelerated the rhythm – That darling, very nice – His hand was sliding down his shaft following the rhythm of your movements – Now slower... – Your pussy protested with a spasm when you stopped to slow down the rhythm.

– Holy shit... – You said in a low voice while trying to recover your eyes couldn't stop looking at him. He was breathing heavily, his eyes were fixed on you, he let out a small sigh when you started again and ran his other hand through his hair to see you clearly.

You speed up the rhythm again at his image, that was all, you didn't intend to make it longer or you were going to faint. With linear movements you traced a fast rhythm over your clit, your legs trembled as the orgasm began to form inside you – Slowly – He said with a grunt, you could see how the pre seminal fluid adorned his tip.

You decided that was enough, your rhythm remained steady until you climaxed closing your eyes. You were a difficult person, he knew that and making you follow instructions sometimes was not easy. However he was also quite close, he stroked faster and after a few moments he cum at the sight of your body sunk in ecstasy, he could punish you later.

Both of you were breathing heavily as you recovered, after a moment you heard him get up but you didn't open your eyes. After a while you felt something soft between your legs: he was cleaning you.

– Not listening to your doctor can have consequences – He said seriously – Especially if he is also your captain –

– It was quite a difficult task… – you answered between breaths.

– You're going to have to put more effort into it tomorrow – he replied as he helped you up.

You looked at him as he lifted your clothes off the floor and helped you put them back on – 02:00 am – He said putting his hands on your hips and looked you in the eyes – Now rest and remember to drink plenty of water to recover fluids – With that he walked away.

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[allfortzu]

it's so sweet (you make me dizzy)

-- jihyo / tzuyu. 2.19k, smut ; first times // MEN DNI.

when has jihyo ever turned tzuyu down?

tzuyu has never been one to ask for help — she’s too shy, too quiet, and she doesn’t know how. 

especially not for something so sinful. 

yet here she is, in the living room with jihyo, watching the most filthy scene she’s ever seen playing on tv and very much failing to contain her imaginations.

jihyo seems less affected, face blank and unphased, and tzuyu wonders if she’s ever done anything like that with anyone before. 

the thought of it rouses images of jihyo she’s always tried not to entertain, and a fervid heat rises to her cheeks uncontrollably. 

“you okay?” jihyo asks, tone light, as if watching a scene like that together was second nature to her. 

tzuyu keeps her eyes on anything but the screen — the ground, the table, jihyo staring at her with those pretty eyes that she’s never really looked at properly before — 

curiosity gets the best of her. 

“can i… ask you something?”

“anything you need, tzuyu. you don’t have to ask me if you can ask me something,” jihyo laughs. 

tzuyu can tell jihyo's trying to play it cool, throwing an arm over the couch in some show of indifference.

she would feel guilty for making the atmosphere more tense than it already is, but the question gnawing at the back of her mind is unbearable. 

“have you…” she hesitates, trying to find the right words without sounding too vulgar. “have you done…that before?”

jihyo looks at her, bemused. 

tzuyu glances at the tv, the scene still ongoing, and glances back. 

“oh,” jihyo breathes, letting out a soft chuckle at tzuyu’s word choice. “yeah, of course. why?”

a beat passes. 

there’s an unexplainably sour taste in tzuyu's mouth at jihyo’s casual admission, and it’s a combination of jealousy and envy all at once when tzuyu murmurs under her breath. 

“teach me?”

another beat. 

“what?” 

tzuyu keeps her eyes straight forward. the tv has turned off from inactivity, but neither of them move.

“sorry, it was nothing,” she says. 

maybe jihyo didn’t hear her, and they can just pretend this never happened. 

the silence is palpable. 

tzuyu reaches for the remote, if only to find something to do. 

but jihyo speaks again. 

“no way you haven't had sex before." 

it makes tzuyu wince a little when it's said so explicitly, but she's more overcome with relief than anything. "it's just never crossed my mind." 

jihyo tilts her head slightly, capturing the corner of tzuyu's eyes with her gaze.

"it's crossing your mind now?" 

"lots of things crossing my mind now." 

"like me?" jihyo perks.

"if you don't wanna help, at least don't tease me about it, unnie," tzuyu huffs. "you scared me." 

a laugh escapes jihyo, full and loud, the type where she grins and makes a sound and everything.

tzuyu suppresses the urge to turn around, intent on keeping up her facade, but jihyo makes it harder than it has to be. 

then, she feels a push on her shoulder, gentle but insistent. 

"lie down."

"huh?" 

"lie down, tzu," jihyo repeats. 

tzuyu turns then, eyes meeting jihyo's for the first time that day. 

"you wanted me to teach you, right?"

neither of them look away. 

"i'll teach you now." 

another gentle push and tzuyu falls back on the couch. she holds herself up with her elbows, but they go almost completely weak when jihyo climbs over languidly, straddling her torso with a smirk.

a breath catches in her throat, a knot in her stomach where jihyo sits. 

"is this okay?" jihyo asks. 

more than okay, tzuyu wants to say, but the words get stuck. she's never seen jihyo from this point of view before – hair curtaining her face as she looks down under lidded eyes, a hand on tzuyu's chest to keep her in place. jihyo looks like she knows what she's doing, and it simultaneously calms and speeds up tzuyu's heartbeat. there's blood rushing wildly to her ears, a subdued heat in her cheeks rising from jihyo's intense gaze, but she manages a meek nod. 

jihyo stays cautious of the racing pulse under her fingers, careful not to make too many sudden movements. "don't worry, we'll go as slow as you need," she reassures. "what do you usually like?"

"i don't know," tzuyu admits. "i've never done this before." 

she feels a little insecure about it, like she should know what she likes, or at least know what she doesn't. she's an adult, and jihyo isn't that much older than her. there's a strange sense of inferiority because of that inexperience, one she knows is unnecessary but she feels anyway. 

"that's okay," jihyo smiles, tucking tzuyu's hair behind her ear. "we'll try everything you're comfortable with and see how you like them. just tap me on the shoulder and we'll stop, okay?"

her voice is warm, full of affection – and it's like magic, the way tzuyu forgets her nerves instantly.

"i'm gonna kiss you now, tzu," jihyo says, leaning down slowly. it's suddenly quiet, her peripheral vision blocked by nothing but jihyo's hair around them, and the atmosphere of the room shifts.

tzuyu doesn't know if she says anything in response, but she doesn't start breathing until she absolutely has to. jihyo hovers before committing fully, breath hot against tzuyu's lips but still treading carefully. she watches for any reaction, any sign that tzuyu might not be as sure about this as she was before, any sign that it could've just been a slip of the tongue. 

but tzuyu tilts her own chin upwards instead, pressing her lips to jihyo's. the knots in jihyo's joints unravel, and she reciprocates gladly. 

tzuyu's too short circuited to move, sparks bursting in her chest and spreading all over her skin. a delicious warmth crawls from the nape of her neck and down her spine, setting out a low groan from the base of her throat. jihyo tilts her head for a more comfortable position, deepening the kiss ever so slightly, nipping lightly to test the waters. tzuyu sighs softly, raising her head for more. she clutches at jihyo's shirt when a tongue prods gently at her bottom lip, and she doesn't know what else to do but to open her mouth and let jihyo do as she pleases. 

it's unfamiliar for a moment, until they finally find a pace, jihyo letting her take her time with it all.

they stay like this for a while, but then jihyo pulls back suddenly, reopening the gap between them. tzuyu's eyes flutter open drowsily, confused. 

jihyo finds her gaze amidst it, asking, "how was that?" 

"good," tzuyu mumbles, still partially dazed from that kiss, the feeling of jihyo's tongue lingering. her eyes flicker down, quickly distracted by jihyo's parted lips. "i liked it when you used your tongue." 

jihyo chuckles at the insinuation, a puff of air released from between teeth. "mhm, i think you'll like it somewhere else more." she slides down tzuyu's body, settling in between tzuyu's spreaded legs comfortably. 

tzuyu doesn't really catch it, but jihyo's teasing tone sounds promising enough for her to gulp nervously. 

"but i'll save that for last," jihyo tacks on, winking cheekily for good measure. tzuyu gets all stupidly giddy for some reason. 

"for now, though," jihyo continues, fingers resting casually at the waistband of tzuyu's shorts. she tugs lightly, "do you wanna keep these on or off?" 

"off, please" tzuyu croaks, heat pooling at her belly steadily. 

jihyo lets out a pleased sound, then taps at tzuyu's sides. "lift your hips up for me?" 

tzuyu does as she's asked, and jihyo hooks her fingers over the band until she's able to pull the shorts completely off. there's an instinctual need to press her thighs together, especially once the chilliness of the air hits her core, but jihyo pries her knees apart.

"it's just me," she reassures, rubbing slow circles on tzuyu's thigh. "don't worry. do you still want to do this?" 

"t–talk me through it," tzuyu says, voice high and quiet. 

"i will," jihyo says, pressing a chaste kiss to her skin. it's gentle and sweet, and wholly unexpected. as requested, jihyo talks her through it, "i'm gonna touch you now, tzu."

tzuyu eyes fall close, but she nods her permission. 

her panties are pushed to the side, core fully exposed now, and tzuyu squirms at the coldness.

jihyo doesn't seem to mind though, sucking in a breath before she whispers, "you're so pretty like this, tzu." 

she dips a finger between tzuyu's folds, and the sensation that comes with is chest tightening and mind numbing all at once, tzuyu's back pulled taut and hips rising instinctively.

"ah–" she gapes, unintentionally crying out for a second before biting down on her wrist quickly.

looking down, jihyo's running a languid finger through her slit, gathering the wetness until her hand is covered in slick and squelching lewdly at each contact.

"have you fingered yourself before?" jihyo asks, still working tzuyu up but honestly, she's already more than ready to take jihyo. 

tzuyu shakes her head, still intent on muffling herself. 

jihyo chuckles . "that's okay, i'll show you now."

tzuyu's barely given a second to react before jihyo's prodding a careful finger into her cunt, slipping into her hole slowly, and tzuyu suddenly feels her everywhere.

this time, she whimpers so loud that her attempts at muffling it go futile, the sound escaping from her throat shamelessly.

"unnie!" tzuyu cries, abs clenching and toes curling into the couch, head thrown back.

jihyo bites on her bottom lip, and tzuyu can tell she's trying her best not to get too carried away for her sake.

"tell me if it hurts," jihyo says, making sure to watch out for any signs of discomfort. it's tzuyu's first time, after all, and she wants it to be perfect. 

"it's– good," tzuyu manages, albeit in stutters, despite her eyes being closed tight and desperately grasping for jihyo.

jihyo notices, so she leans forward, letting tzuyu curl her arms around her neck and pull her in for a messy kiss.

tzuyu groans into it when jihyo starts moving her finger, pressing the pad of it into a spot that makes tzuyu go mad. soon, she's too preoccupied to even kiss jihyo properly, mouth agape in silent moans and face buried into the juncture between jihyo's shoulder and nape. 

if it was anyone else, jihyo would find it in her to tease and edge ruthlessly, but with tzuyu's breathy gasps and weak clutches at her shirt, all jihyo can think about is how pretty tzuyu would look coming all over her, how hot she would sound. 

it sets a newfound eagerness in jihyo, one that grows into pure, genuine endearment for the girl below her, and a simple wish for her to fully enjoy this. she brings a thumb to tzuyu's clit, flicking playfully before rubbing at it, along with gentle thrusts up to her knuckles, praising tzuyu through the motions.

"you're doing great, tzuyu, so good," jihyo muses, peppering kisses across tzuyu's temple as she rolls her thumb unhurriedly, just to drag the pleasure out. "just like that."

tzuyu has half a mind to respond, too caught up in jihyo's ministrations, and it overwhelms every single one of her senses. she pulls jihyo all the more closer when a heat starts building in her tummy, and somehow jihyo knows too, slowly increasing her pace and helping tzuyu chase that budding heat. 

"i"ve got you," jihyo whispers, holding her tight, and tzuyu has never felt safer anywhere else.

her back arches as she digs her heels in, head pressed against jihyo's shoulder as she whimpers softly into jihyo's neck. it comes in gradual waves, rolling off her body pleasantly, a comfortable warmth spreading all throughout. jihyo prods every bit out of her tenderly, cooing all while tzuyu tries her best to ground herself.

once tzuyu comes down from her high, jihyo pulls her finger out gently, careful not to stimulate her oversensitive core. tzuyu's arms hang weakly over jihyo's shoulders, twitching slightly at the movement but smiling dreamily when jihyo looks up again. 

jihyo's lips tug up at the scene, finding tzuyu's afterglow terribly cute. "was that good?" 

tzuyu hums, still in a daze. "mhm, yeah."

she tilts her chin up to plant another kiss on jihyo's lips, giggling. 

"you're a lot more touchy after sex, huh?" jihyo teases. "maybe you should come to unnie for help more." 

she gets more giggles in return, tzuyu's mind completely out of it. "what was it you said about your tongue before?"

  jihyo laughs. "still curious?" 

without warning, tzuyu grins and flips jihyo over, putting herself on top with her tongue between her teeth, and jihyo's breath is knocked out of her lungs. the sight of tzuyu above her, forehead sticky with sweat and panting lightly, eyes dark and lidded with a gaze that wasn't there before — jihyo almost mewls.

"pretty please?" tzuyu asks sweetly, though her voice drips with sin. 

she doesn't even have to ask, really — jihyo's never been one to turn tzuyu down. 

especially not for something that feels this good.

oh... i don't know about this one yall... normally im bad at smut but this one was extra bad i fear 😭 definitely don't think i did jitzu justice at all, but nonetheless they're one of my favourite dynamics and i love writing for them!! it's a learning process, that's how i'm justifying this one 😴 and happy zyo's zone announcement!!

thank you for reading! interactions appreciated <3

MEN DNI.

#twice imagines #jihyo x tzuyu #twice smut #park jihyo #chou tzuyu #title: first time by twice #jitzu #this is such a good pic of them like they were matching each others vibes sooo perfectly i love them sm #so are they dating in this au now? are they fwb? unrequited love? who knows because i dont! goodbye #for someone who doesnt like writing smut that much i seem to be writing quite a few (albeit pretty bad ones! #twice fics

[yandere-romanticaa]

A little experiment for Tighnari if you will. While his design is all over the place and simply looking at him felt a little odd to me but I adore his personality and how gentle he is, especially with Collei. I'm still not too familiar with him but I did finish the first part of the Archon quest in which he appears. I hope I did him justice!

The scent of herbal tea and cooked food filled the room as you lay in bed, dizzy to the point where you can't stand on your feet and so sick that the food that would usually tempt anything and anyone into having a bite was doing the exact opposite for you. The choice of becoming a forest ranger was a sudden one but over the past few months you've been here you started to see the charms of this place despite the many dangers that lurked above and beyond the sky high trees.

As a forest ranger you had many different duties to perform, some mundane while others that could have almost cost you your life - but no matter what you took on all of the challenges with a bright smile, even if you did end up being covered in blood in bruises by the end of it.

The endless courage and optimism was something to be proud of but the same could not be said for the lack of your knowledge in botany and anything related to plans...

Forest rangers were required to take several different tests throughout different times of the year, ranging from their physical education and endurance, the strength of their emotional stability and general knowledge about the flora and fauna of Sumeru, possibly from even beyond that if the situation called for it. It would be a lie to say that you passed your tests with flying colours but you did manage to get by, just enough to earn a comfortable salary and stay close to your new friends.

Tighnari being one of them.

He was the best teacher anyone could dreamed of having - from his endless patience and understanding to his sharp wit and kind heart, it was impossible not to like the guy. There were times when you were more than tempted to rough up his tail and ears but you knew better.

It also didn't help that he'd catch you staring at him every single time.

Despite spending so much time with him you were still utterly clueless when it came to plants and Tighnari would do everything in his power to change that. Whenever your hand would be draped in thorn covered wines you'd come running to him, tears in your eyes and tears falling down your cheeks as he sat you down on the floor, always bandaging you and maybe even lightly kissing the pain away if he was feeling more bold that evening. It was a chase kiss that never lingered for too long, always on the inside of you wrist too, where your pulse was.

You never asked him why he did that. You simply took it as a token as his endless gratitude.

And that's why you were here now, in bed with a fever with Tighnari himself nursing you back to health. Like it or not he was ready to shove the harsh medicine down your throat if need be but you just decided to go down the path of least resistance and just went along with his rules.

Tighnari always warned you never to fully trust anyone and that you ought to watch you back lest someone tried to do something vile to you. He included himself in that statement too because at this very moment he was giving you just a third of the required medicine, to keep you docile but still just healthy enough to stand on your feet.

The forests of Sumeru hid many secrets but the one Tighnari hid was one of the biggest ones yes. His burning love was consuming him and unless he put his foot down, archons know what would happen to him.

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[darkstar225]

Twice’s 10th member passes out/faints

The moment she left the stage, after thousands of photos each with a different pose for her lovely fans, she started to feel the effects of the poor night of sleep she had the night before. Sleeping for only 2 hours because of her excitement to go to this concert and talk to ONCE after so long turned out to be a bad -terrible- idea. Well, when she said this would be a problem for the future Y/N it wasn't meant to be this soon. A tingly feeling made itself known but she couldn't identify what were the consequences of it. Not wanting to be alone in case something happened the maknae went to the changing room where 3mix and the J-line were (the SMC ran to get something to eat together as soon as the manager said the ok to leave the place and head to the dorm).

Y/N - Unnies, I don't feel good...

As expected, the unnies started freaking out the moment these words left their baby's mouth. (mama bears mode on)

3mix - What are you feeling? What happened? When have you started to feel this way?

Thankfully J-line noticed that Y/N wasn't that aware of what was going on so they quickly helped her sit on the couch at the corner of the room. It was mostly Momo carrying her but this isn't the point, they just wanted to have her resting somewhere so she doesn't pass out.  

Y/N - Thank you unnies, I was having a kind of weak feeling, idk what happened, answering one of your infinite questions lol

Jihyo - Don't joke around Y/N L/N, this is serious!

Y/N - Ok, ok, I'm sorry. 

Jeongyeon - Fine, we're forgiving you just this time and only because you're not feeling well.

Y/N - Amen

Nayeon - That's right little miss. Anyway, what are you feeling babe?

Y/N - So, you know when you get when you're trying to stay awake but are too tired or that feeling you get right before you fall asleep when you're super drunk? Not that I've ever drunk but anyway- that's what I was feeling

Mina - We should put her legs up so we get the blood back to her brain.

Sana - Let me get some cushions, lay down lovebug.

Y/N - It's not necessary unnie, I'm feeling a lot better-

Getting up from the sofa was another stupid decision Y/N took that day, she felt her vision get blurry and the ground seemed to not exist. After that came the dizziness that made her stand still and voices full of worry from her sisters came from all around the room. However, her hearing and sight just shut off and the only thing she could see was the black dots that appear when you close your eyes very hard and everything turned into a mess of unclear sounds, almost as if she was submerged underwater.

Meanwhile, her sisters tried to talk to her and get her to lie down but she was already gone. When she fell while passing out, Sana being the closest to her, got her and helped her to the sofa with Jihyo who was holding Y/N's cheek taping it to see if she answered. 

Jihyo - Y/N, Y/N, Y/N... 

Sana - Come on darling, this isn't funny.

Nayeon - Wake up baby. 

After 10 agonizing minutes, Y/N started moving and the unnies all sighed in relief.

Y/N - Jihyo unnie...? What happened?

Pulling her child near her chest she whispered a small thank god and replied.

Jihyo - You fainted sweetie... Don't you remember?

Y/N - Not really *rubs eyes*

Mina - That's fine honey, do you think you can get up? Actually, never mind. Can someone take her to the couch?

Momo - Fine for me, let's go babe *groan*

Momo gives their maknae a kiss on the forehead and puts her down on the couch. Sana gets the cushions and settles them below their baby's feet, giving her a huge hug afterwards. 

Sana - You scared us sugar, what made you faint?

Y/N - I didn't sleep that well last night... Too excited to do so...

Nayeon - And you didn't go to one of our rooms because?

Y/N - I don't know... There was a lot on my mind and you're all sleeping.

Jihyo - Wake us up, I don't care boo. If we weren't here you'd fall headfirst on the floor and hurt yourself more.

Y/N - You're right captain *salute* lol

Nayeon - Pfffffffff- HAHAHAHAHHAHA sorry, Jihyo. That was funny.

Jihyo - I'll let it go, I'm happy to see you feeling better, doing idiotic jokes again.

Jeongyeon - Don't do that to one of my No Jam bros. Slay kiddo!

Y/N - Thanks unnie 😎

Mina - Drink this water hon, I don't wanna see a single drop in this glass. 

Y/N - Okay boss :P

Mina - Less talking, more drinking Y/N L/N.

Putting her hands up surrendering Y/N drank the whole cup and started sitting up since all the tingly vibe she was feeling went away with the care of her unnies.

Momo - Do you feel better?

Y/N - Yeah! Much better, maybe I just needed some sleep and my body did without my consent lmao

Sana - Don't joke about that! The first thing you'll do when we get to the dorm is lie down and sleep. Cuddling with me of course!

Jihyo - No way! It's my kid you're talking about.

Nayeon - What? She's gonna wanna cuddle with me!

Momo - Don't be silly grandma, she loves me more remember?

Nayeon - That's definitely not true, she said it to you first, that's it.

Momo - Screams volumes for me.

Nayeon - Shut up, pabo.

Momo - YOU'RE THE PABO-

Jihyo - SHHHHHHHHHH, she ended up falling asleep. Let's allow her to get some rest.

Jeongyeon carried her to the car and when they got to the dorm took her to the SMC room where everyone was sleeping in a puppy pile. It was adorable and she didn't wanna miss the chance to get there with Y/N after she took a photo and send it to the group chat which made everyone flood it with messages but their thought was the same. 

We love our dear maknaes. 

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

#twice x y/n #twice 10th member #twice x reader #twice #twice fluff #kpop gg #kpop imagines #twice scenarios #twice imagines #twice added member #nayeon x reader #nayeon #jeongyeon x reader #jeongyeon #momo x reader #momo #sana x reader #sana #jihyo x reader #jihyo #mina x reader #mina #dahyun x reader #dahyun #chaeyoung x reader #chaeyong twice #chaeyoung #tzuyu x reader #tzuyu

[leatherluxe]

whumptober day 1

Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”

When they got back down to the ship – well, when they crashed back down to the ship – Rooster could hardly feel his limbs out of terror. He couldn’t quite brace himself for the net to catch them and stop them so abruptly, and his head slammed first into Mav’s seat and then the back of his own. 

It wouldn’t even register, though, because suddenly he was on the ground, or something like it, and he was climbing out of the plane. And then there were so many hands, grabbing onto him and in his hair and pulling him down and pushing him through the crowd. 

Then amazing, beautiful, wonderful Phoenix was in front of him and he never wanted to let go of the hug she pulled him into. But then she’s letting go and stepping back and then he’s turning and then there’s Jake. 

Jake Seresin is right there. 

Jake Seresin, Hangman, golden eye of Apollo and flying prodigy of Hermes, is right in front of him after saving his life and he’s putting out his hand as if Bradley doesn’t want to crash into his arms. 

But he doesn’t. He takes a step back and shakes Hangman’s hand and trades goddamn quips. 

And the adrenaline is so high, and then he’s being turned around again and now it’s his uncle in front of him and this time Bradley does crash into his arms. 

Bradley kind of blacks out after that. It’s dizzying, the commotion and celebration and camaraderie. At some point he looks up and he’s in a hallway, being ushered along with Mav and Jake to God-knows-where.

Turns out it was the infirmary, because now there’s a medic in front of him shining a light in his eyes and saying that he doesn’t have a concussion. 

The same medic, minutes or hours later, is signing a paper and shoving a pen in Bradley’s hand and then he’s out the door with a cheerful, “You’re cleared!” 

And suddenly Rooster’s in a dark hallway all alone, and it’s the first silence he’s heard in days. 

It’s broken by his own bootsteps as he shuffles towards what he assumes is his bunk. The ship would still be on the water until the next day, and it felt important to lie down. Or at least take off his shoes. Stumbling through the ship was getting embarrassing, even if he was alone. Really, when did this ship get so unstable?

He reached his door after only getting turned around once, which he counted a success. He heard shuffling behind the door and figured Bob had gotten tired of the rec rooms and come back to their bunks. 

Upon opening the door, though, he was met with both the first and last person he ever wanted to see. 

“Seresin? Fuck are you doing?” 

Jake seemed startled, like it wasn’t Bradley’s fucking room that he was poking around in. For whatever reason. 

“Uhh, I sleep here?”

“No you–this is my room!” Bradley stopped short because as he looked around it dawned on him. It wasn’t Bradley’s fucking room. And the walls just kept fucking swimming and the floor kept fucking tilting and now Bradley was confused. 

And then he was swaying forward just a little too fast and Jake rushed forward. It was almost ironic, considering not even six hours ago Bradley had wanted to crash into Jake’s arms. Now he really was crashing.

“Rooster! Shit! I gotcha, come on, sit down, what the hell…” Jake was basically shoving Bradley onto the lower bunk, and he sat down with less grace than was appropriate for a grown man used to being on a ship. Everything was spinning, and he finally registered the pounding at his temples and the pain in the back of his skull.

Jake squatted down in front of Bradley and waved in front of his face. 

“Bradley, do you know where you are right now?” 

“Well I’m trying to be in cabin 354. With Bob, not some fucking white knight.” 

Jake’s face pinched like he wanted to laugh but was too worried. “White knight? No, actually, not the important thing. You’re in cabin 345. Close enough.” 

Bradley’s eyes were getting heavier with the conversation, and the pain in his head was getting nearly overwhelming. And he was already on a bed… 

“Hey, no! Do not lie in my bed! Bradshaw! What the hell is wrong with you?” Jake was starting to get more frustrated than worried. 

“Nnnnghhh…” was the only answer he got from Bradley. 

“No, no, open your eyes. If you have a concussion I am not letting you die in my bed.” 

“That’s a myth, dumbass.” Bradley opened his eyes.

“You’re awake enough to call me a dumbass but not enough to find your own damn room?” 

Still lying, Bradley gave a half-hearted shrug. 

“Ok, then how many fingers am I holding up?” Jake held up two- no maybe four? No, it was definitely two going back and forth. 

“Three?” 

“So you definitely have a concussion, then. Come on, we’re going back to the nurses.” Jake grabbed Rooster around the waist and yanked him off the bed and to his feet.

“Fuck, Hangman, ow.” 

“I did not risk getting court-martialed to save your ass from fucking 5th Gen fighters just for you to drop dead in my fucking cabin.” 

“That’s still a myth.” 

“Not the fucking point!”

#whumptober #whumptober 2023 #hangster #hangman x rooster #bradley bradshaw #jake seresin #lux writes

[zaceouiswriting]

Hardening hatred

Character: Theo Raeken x male reader

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: Use of degrading words

Once again, celebrating our victory over our rivals has to be the most fulfilling feeling. How could it not be to see this smug, arrogant asshole staring at me so intensely? His hatred evident in his eyes. At this point, he's not even trying to hide it anymore.

Glancing over at him as my teammates threw me in the air, I gave him a smug grin, letting him know that he is actually inferior to me.

His disgust-filled eyes and neutral face quickly turned to hatred and anger. My attention was quickly diverted from my team calling my name.

But when I looked over again - to where Theo had been standing - no one was there. As I searched for him, I only caught a glimpse of him walking toward the locker room, fists clenched.

I felt even smugger when I saw that. But I couldn't let it get to me too much, even though I love to see the pain on his face.

Before anything could be done, my team dragged me into our locker room, where we had a little celebration before most walked out, promising to see the rest at the real party that night.

Slightly tipsy, my feet carried me over to the next changing room instead of taking a shower. Still, I walked in there with a smug expression, but sadly I couldn't hear a thing, thinking Theo's team was already gone. Moving around, I saw a leg still in his football gear.

Going around the corner with my bare feet gives away my position. I immediately caught Theo's eye. However, when he saw me, his face darkened. "What the hell are you doing here?" he asked through clenched teeth.

I chuckled while also looking down at him, grinning one-sidedly. "Not only are you a sore loser...you're ugly too!" My words felt different from my usual speech. But at the moment, I didn't care. My head slowly started to swivel a little. It got so bad so quickly that I put a hand on the lockers at my side to stabilize my stance.

Still giggling to myself, I slowly raised my eyes again. But to my shock, Theo stood up instead of sitting, his face angrier than I had ever seen. He looked so hot! It took a second for the thoughts to register in my head. But when I did, I felt weird. Theo is attractive, yes. I can say that much. But hot?

Deep in my own head, I didn't see him coming any closer - at least not consciously. I only got out of my daze because of the heavy footsteps rushing in my direction. Within a second of coming back, Theo was face to face with me: my back pressed against the lockers, and he pulled me to his eye level with his hands.

"I'm the better player, asshole!"

Although I was shocked, my smug smile returned upon hearing this. "Maybe," I slurred now, "but I'm the better leader!" As I stroked his cheek, I witnessed the exact moment his patience broke.

Before I could even react, his fist collided with my jaw. A throbbing sensation made me groan in pain. Dizzy, I tried to regain my footing, but another hit made that impossible.

Suddenly a third blow hit me, this time in my stomach, like a train. Anger bubbled up in me as I saw blood dripping from my face. It was as if my mind had cleared from the alcohol swimming through my blood. I looked Theo straight in the eye and headbutted him. As he stumbled back, it was up to me to grab him and smack him with punch after punch. "You are as useless in battle as you are on the field!" I yelled in his face. My teasing brought him back almost immediately: leading us to exchange punches like idiots.

We rolled across the floor until he landed on top of me and gave me a final punch that almost knocked me out.

But he suddenly stopped. Even through my blurry eyes, I could see him looking down. Unable to do the same, there was nothing I could do but lie there.

"Are you fucking hard?" His deep disgusted voice caught my attention. I tried to raise my head unsuccessfully. "You are, aren't you? You fucking fagot!” Instead of the expected slap, he pulled me back to my feet. "I think I know how you can repay me!" His neutral face cracked, and a sinister, disgusting grin broke. It looks way too hot than it should be.

"Wha-What do you mean?" My voice cracked, trying to stay strong.

Instead of speaking, he pushed me back down, this time onto my knees. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. When I finally saw it, all his hubris suddenly made sense. Impressed by the fucking size, I couldn't take my eyes off it. I was mesmerized.

He obviously saw my eyes. Now it was his turn to caress my cheek. "You're a fag, aren't you?" He stuck a thumb in my mouth and forced me to look up. "You could have told me earlier. Not that I'm like you, but a hole is a hole. And after I'm done with you, both of yours are mine!"

He pulled my face right up to his crotch and laughed out loud. "A fag like you should worship a guy like me!" he said smugly. Not even his split lip and slightly swollen eye could distract from his attractiveness at that moment. His boldness made me even hornier, but I didn't care if Theo could see it.

I've suppressed my lust for him for so long, always hoping that one day I would get him to the point of exploding. But I never thought he would be one of those typical Alpha Doms. I never found it attractive but with him? He could potentially make everything seem hot.

“But now,” he continued to say, “suck my fucking cock. If you choke, I'll hit you, understand?” Submissively, I nod eagerly. Satisfied, he stuffed my face with his massive limp cock. "You're useful for something, after all!"

Slowly his cock grew inside my mouth. But even this is happening. Theo sternly looked down at me, not letting out a single sound.

His cock got so big my jaw started to hurt. Without any hesitation: he started mouth fucking me rather sloppily. Eventually, he threw his head back. "Shit! The boys were right. A gay mouth is sooo much better!" He groaned loudly. As soon as he put his hand on the back of my head, I knew immediately what was about to happen. I've seen it enough times in adult movies. Recklessly he started fucking my mouth like some kind of sick machine.

"Yeah! Damn it, you whore! Fuuuck!" Theo kept ramming his cock down my throat, seemingly realizing there were no gags... at all. "Shit, don't you have a gag reflex?" he asked, mouth wide open, pleasantly surprised.

"I bet you dreamed of that, didn't you? Like one of those bitches bugging me 'til I snap? Yes... I'm right, aren't, I? Ughhh, you don't have to answer me. I know I'm right!” He groaned, flexing his free arm and showing me all his muscles, accompanied by his signature smug sideways grin.

If I hadn't fallen in love with him years ago, I would right now. Maybe a second dream could come true, with him being mine. But I think that will remain a dream forever. I can only be thankful he, at least, will fulfill my sexual desires.

[Masterlist]

#theo raeken #theo raeken imagine #Theo Raeken x male reader #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf x male reader #male reader #x male reader #male reader imagine #x male reader imagine #theo raeken appreciation

[diageticaromantic]

DP WIP

He comes to awareness without any conscious intention of doing so. 

With a dull ache thrumming throughout his body, and something icy cold and slick trailing its way up his left ankle. A barely there tapping against his skin that quickly turns to harsher nudging when the figure doesn’t see him move. Moments later, buzzing from the tips of his fingers to deep within his chest, he feels a wholly awakening sense of panic. 

A panic that is not his own. He makes an attempt to crack open his eyes, twitching numb toes in a belated response to the tendril cautiously writhing it’s way between his skin and the manacle that circles it. His body feels like lead, a heavy deadweight he cannot separate himself from -but something at his very core is tearing at his inability to comfort whatever has distressed the being.

The entity struggles with the restraint for just a moment longer before moving on, snarling out an inhuman whine as it moves up his body to where his arms lie, stretched taught by the cuffs at the head of the cold surface he lays on. A returning chitter rises from his throat, he has to help -has to let it know that it’s okay. It gives one last harsh tug at his restraints.

 And it’s at this point that Danny realizes where exactly he is. 

The entity, the shadow-y figure encircling him, is Johnny's Shadow. Johnny’s Shadow who shouldn’t be anywhere near here, because god forbid the one ‘heroic’ thing Danny did- he can’t even do it right. 

But that doesn’t matter right now.

What matters is that Shadow has to leave. Danny makes another attempt at opening his eyes, head lolling with the effort to shake whatever it is that's making him feel so heavy. “Sss...shhhghh.h...” He starts, and stops instantly from the sharp pain that follows. Shadow practically radiates relief at his response. Growling and chittering and projecting okay okay awake awake as it crowds in closer to him. Now directing its efforts to pet at and poke his face, pushing his eyelids up and nudging his head side to side. 

It would be almost endearing in any other situation but now it just leaves Danny panicked and dizzy. Talking isn’t really something he wants to take another shot at, ‘Which is,,, okay,,’ he tells himself. ‘It’s probably because I haven’t had anyone to speak to in a little while’ and not for any other more horrifying reason that he can’t even feel, let alone want to remember at the moment. 

His core sputters okay okay here why in response but Shadow, assured from the pat-down he’d given to Danny’s head, moves away. 

Danny jerks to follow. Panicked nonono-s and a litany of paranoid what if’s echoing in his head. ‘What if Shadow sets off something, what if he gets hurt, what if they come back’. Blinking his eyes open, he is greeted by pitch darkness. With only the faint outlines of tables and medical instruments backlit by an emergency light in the corner of the room. ‘Great,’ he thinks. ‘Ancients,, just have to locate the shadow monster in a dark, dangerous lab’. 

Taking in a deep, stabilizing breath. He suddenly smells a tang of iron and the smooth, cold surface of the operation table slowly becomes rough and flaky beneath his body. The metal growing spotty and warped, ‘how unlucky’ he thinks, realizing what Shadow has done. The table abruptly drops, and Danny barely has time to panic before he’s falling with it. 

The metal of the table screeches as it folds in on itself and crumbles. One leg snaps -quicker than the others, and Danny is briefly airborne. His restraints becoming laughably breakable with the rapid oxidation. Danny flips over himself, like a gymnast's first backbend, and sluggishly raises his now free arms up to try and catch himself. 

Obviously, this does not go well. Danny crumples to the ground, knocking his head on the unforgiving tile, and promptly blacks out.

#current wip #wip wednesday #dpxdc pending #its gonna be long if it does end up a crossover #not a prompt #danny phantom #dp #dp johnny 13 #my writing #writing wip

[cryingisnecessaryfanfics]

Xiao x GN Faerie Reader P. 5

sorry it took almost nine months lol working on the next part rn.

TW: brief mentions of blood, vomit, and injuries.

double post today :D

Part 4

The faerie wakes up exhausted and confused. No longer are they sleeping on the cold hard roof but in a bed with warm blankets and a familiar body next to them. The faerie suddenly becomes aware of every tingling spot on their body, all points of connection, places where their skin meets the skin of another. They fight the urge to lean into this odd yet pleasant feeling, knowing on the other side of the bed was a very injured and grumpy Adeptus.

The memories return slowly, a blur of motion becoming clear in their mind. First, it's the fear that suddenly comes to mind, flashes of blood and black, vomit being swallowed down and working through the dizziness. It hits the faerie in a rush, a sudden nauseating feeling growing in their stomach at the memories. But more follow right behind them, a different sort of nausea, one that screams embarrassment and frustration. They recall the image of Xiao’s shirtless body and with the lack of adrenaline to mask the attraction a burning feeling creeps up their neck and spreads on their face. They knew Xiao was strikingly handsome beforehand, just looking at him from a distance could tell you that much. But now- now they had seen what is not usually shown, had seen his skin without censor, only marred by injuries that made the faerie's stomach stir.

They push the arousal out of their mind reminding themself yet again that Xiao was no more than a patient, just someone in need of healing. Another flash of memories plays out in the faerie's mind, snippets of awoken slumber, stirred by the karma surrounding them. The faerie remembers an argument in snapshots, broken lines of dialog blurred by exhaustion. Only one instance was clear, a scene burned so clearly in their mind it almost hurt to recall.

“You need to rest! No slipping by me while I’m sleeping!” The faerie's voice is uncharacteristically angry, their eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

“You have no respect for the Adepti.” Xiao’s words are cold and stubborn.

“I would disagree considering I’m trying to keep ‘the Adepti’ from killing himself!” The faerie has no filter having awoken from their sleep to the sound of a certain Adeptus limping onto the roof. “I did not work myself dry keeping you alive for you to fall off some roof because you’re too stubborn to lie down!”

“I wouldn't-“

“For archons sake Xiao! You better get back in that room or so help me I will get Rex Lapis himself to make you!” The faerie looks downright terrifying like this, their wings which usually rest in a downward-facing manner are now spread to their full height and Xiao has to strain his neck just to look up at them. The faerie’s natural instincts have taken over to appear more threatening though they are unaware of it, and Xiao is quite frankly too tired and weak to fight with them any longer. Not to mention the fact that the faerie is definitely crazy enough to hunt his master down and threaten him into making Xiao rest.

“Fine.” The Adeptus mumbles and the faerie shouts a cry of joy in response.

The two approach the spare room for the second time that night. Xiao sits on the uncovered bed stiffly and the faerie hums happily as they take a seat on the floor in front of the door.

“W-what are you doing?” The Adeptus can't help but ask.

“Making sure you can't leave.” The faerie replies with a smug smile. Xiao bites his lip as he debates asking the faerie to sit with him on the bed. He blames his temptation on his physical impairments and clears his throat awkwardly.

“It’s, uhm, less painful when you are close.” He mumbles and the faerie's eyes widen at the statement.

“Oh.” They shake their head as if to rid themself of embarrassment. “Right, I’ll sit on the bed with you then.”

The faerie remembers only awkward glances and movements after that. They realize they must have fallen asleep while sitting on the bed with Xiao and try to hide the groan they let out in embarrassment.

After the faerie is through having a mini breakdown over the fact that they are in a bed and touching Xiao, they slowly peak over to the side where he lays.

His eyes are open. Shit.

"Good morning, Xiao." The faerie says and their voice barely even shakes.

"Good morning." He responds, blank and unaffected.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Adepti have no need for sleep."

"Xiao." The faerie sighs, "Your whole Adepti speech is really getting old."

Xiao only frowns in response to that. The faerie and Adeptus share a moment of silence before Xiao suddenly clears his throat.

"How did you sleep?" He asks slowly as if he had never inquired about another person before.

"I slept well, thank you for asking." The faerie answers.

There is another awkward silence.

"I must be going now." Xiao stands abruptly and in an instant, he's vanished into a flurry of anemo particles.

The faerie just sighs again.

"Suppose I should've expected that." They say to themself.

On the roof of Wangshu Inn Xiao stood with his head in his hands. He had never felt so... good. Though it sounded odd to say, it was true. He was finally leaving behind centuries of pain and suffering. For the first time in so long, he finally felt something other than pain. That horrible feeling nested into his stomach was starting to lift. Instead of misery, instead of the heavy burden he was carrying, he felt something new. Something he couldn't quite name.

Something... good.

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@itzashnow

#genshin #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #gender neutral reader #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #xiao x reader #x reader #genshin xiao #adeptus xiao #genshin impact xiao

[land-of-birds-and-comics]

so about four years ago i wanted to spend twelve years torturing scrooge (in a funny way, probably) about that one time donald disappeared. since it's just a series of vignettes i will try and see how far i get :) hopefully not in real time.

part 1:

Electricity crackles through the air, and then all Gyro can do is stare at the spot where Donald used to be. For just one millisecond, he thinks, he must have left a Donald-shaped vacuum behind. Now, there's nothing at all to prove he was ever there.

Gyro doesn't even flinch when the door is flung open. His mind is going a mile a minute, a minute a mile. Moving through time is nothing like moving through space.

"I've got you cornered!" Scrooge yells, and he yells it from the other side of an information gap so deep and wide that Gyro feels dizzy at the edge of it. "No excuses, Gyro! Where'd that boy run off to?!"

Donald is, of course, well and truly, gone. He's broken the laws of conservation of mass as we currently understand them, that's how gone he is. No one has ever been so fundamentally not here anymore. "He isn't anywhere," Gyro doesn't say. "I would tell you," he settles for, "if I had any idea."

Scrooge only snorts. "You should know better than to play innocent with me, Gyro." He begins to search the laboratory, dragging a frankly frightening wooden club behind him, his bill twitching from one hiding place to another like he's literally trying to sniff his debtor out. He regards the furnace with particular suspicion, winding up to put a dent in the thing.

"He's not here!" Gyro blurts out. That seems like a good enough start. Not the terrifying truth, not a placating lie. Scrooge freezes, shooting him a questioning look. He takes a deep breath. "He was here..."

"And then he snuck out the back, right?" Scrooge interrupts him. "And you’re not technically lying, because you don't know where he went from there." He fully faces Gyro for the first time, pointing the club in his face with a flourish. "I still consider that conspiring against your employer, you know."

Gyro blinks down at him.

"He took my time machine."

The tension leaves Scrooge's stance, taken aback by the confession. "He... stole it?"

"No, no..." Gyro shakes his head, then, helplessly, lets the gesture trail off to rub his temples. "He took a ride on it. He hopped on my unfinished, untested, unsafe prototype of a time machine to get away from you."

That impulsive idiot. Wasn't it always like this? Wasn't there always someone, and, more often than not, a certain someone, who wasn't capable of exercising basic caution and restraint when handling his inventions, and wasn't it always Gyro who was left to try to fix their mistakes?

This might have been the last time, Gyro thinks. He tries not to let the manifold consequences start unfolding in his mind.

"The cad," Scrooge spits. "Thinks he can just wait this one out. Thinks he can just lay low and go about his merry existence..."

Scrooge starts tapping his foot. "Time may heal all wounds, Gyro, but it won't get me my thirty million back." He stops. "Where is he now? Or when?"

It's almost impressive that Scrooge can stand right in front of him and be just as hard to reach as someone lost to the physical plane. "I told you, I don't know! All I know is that it was a one-way trip."

"We’ll have to go pick him up, then." He taps the side of the machine with the club. "Can’t we just-"

"No!" The thing is in Gyro's hands before he knows it, gripped by a hot rush of outrage. "There's no way to predict where it'll go! It doesn't have a control unit yet!" He clutches it to his chest. "There's no way to know where he went."

Gone, but not gone forever. Gone to the future, which is happening right now, moment by moment. Any one of them could be the one Donald reappears at. It could, of course, also happen to be the moment the sun expands and swallows us all.

Gyro slumps against the console. "He doesn't exist at all right now. He won't perceive his own non-existence- He'll just stumble into the Duckburg of the future-"

Scrooge gets a funny glint in his eye. "The future?"

"I- Yes. It can't go backwards in time, either."

"Then..." There's a pause. Scrooge looks at Gyro like he's just snapped out of a daydream. He snatches the club back, hoisting it over his shoulder, and adjusts his hat. "This is his chance at redemption."

Scrooge turns to leave, looking as pleased now as he looked furious when he entered. "Tell him to bring back anything potentially profitable. Advanced technology, promising stocks, consumer trends, that kind of thing. Then I'll welcome him back with open arms."

Gyro stumbles to his feet. "I can't tell him anything! I just told you, I can't-"

"Of course you can," Scrooge says, looking back one more time. "I'm not letting two golden opportunities slip through my fingers in one day." And with that, he closes the door behind him.

Gyro curses Scrooge, Donald and himself in equal measure. Then he rolls up his sleeves. This is far from the first time he's been asked to do the impossible.

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part 2

#tfw employed by world's tiniest mobster #duckfic

[sabyfangirl16]

Chapter 4: An Obstacle of a Fear

A couple of hours had passed since the blue Kratt's near-drowning experience.

Looking out from the top of the ship and on the angry sea, waves roaring in his ears, Martin sighed as he took another sip from the mug full of tea that Jimmy had brewed for him, a saddened expression on his face.

He was too lost in thought, when a hand suddenly squeezed his shoulder. Startled, he looked around to find his brother's concerned face.

"Hey, bro," Chris said warmly, adjusting the blue blanket around his shoulders, having been there from the moment they brought him inside the Tortuga, a coping mechanism of some sort. "How are you feeling?"

The question almost caught his breath, pausing as if he needed to think deeply of an answer. "A lot better," he lied, faking a smile.

"You sure?" Chris frowned, looking into his eyes as though sensing something was wrong.

"Yeah," he placed the mug on the edge, before taking off the blanket from his shoulders. "In fact, I feel like going back surfing!"

"You do?!" Chris couldn't believe his ears. He was so stunned that he reached out a hand to feel his brother's temperature, fearing a probable fever might have something to do with it.

Martin immediately backed away. "I'm fine bro, really." He tried to sound convincing, but deep down, he had no clue why he was so tempted to go back, especially after what he went through-

He mentally smacked himself, trying to get rid of the thought that was haunting him. "Besides, it'll help me feel even better," he added, trying not to make it sound like a lie.

Chris was studying him for the longest time. "Fine, but make sure you take it easy," he finally said, sighing in defeat. "Koki said the waves have calmed down a bit so we should be good to go."

Martin nodded enthusiastically, before heading down to his room, where he could change back to his swimming gear. He then met his brother outside on the beach, marching toward their surf boards where they had left them.

The closer they got to the water, the louder Martin's heart pounded.

As soon as Chris grabbed his board, he charged right at the water, carrying a gleam of excitement in his eyes. Martin, on the other hand, just stood still, his toes brushing his surf board. He kept staring at the water motionlessly, eyes wide and unblinking, even swallowing became hard all of a sudden. It was as if the whole world had stopped, as if it were just him and the raging waves. At some point, he was beginning to feel dizzy, the world shaking beneath him.

A faint voice, which he immediately recognized as his brother's, snapped him out of it. He shook his head before squinting his eyes to see him already pulling off a rad trick.

"Woohoo!" Chris cheered. "Martin, aren't you gonna jump in?"

Martin felt unsure, his eyes darting from him to the Tortuga. "Uhh, I-I forgot something in the Tortuga, I'll be back in a minute," he stammered, then headed back to the HQ before Chris had the chance to ask any more questions. He shrugged, not thinking much about his brother's strange attitude, as he carried on surfing.

As soon as he walked into the main room, Martin let out a long and loud sigh, loud enough to catch the crew's attention, before sinking in his hammock, face buried in his hands.

Abandoning their tasks - Aviva her invention station, Koki her computer and Jimmy his video game - they went over to check on their friend.

Martin looked up to find worried faces circling him, instantly straightening up and faking a smile. "Hey guys, what's up?" He tried to chuckle, but failed miserably.

"Martin, are you okay?" Aviva asked, suspecting something was troubling him.

"Sure I'm okay, nothing's wrong, everything's just fine..." His voice trailed off, the fake cheerful look on his face quickly shifting into an upset one. He looked down to avoid his friends' concerned expressions.

"Hey," let out Koki while placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Whatever's bothering you, you can tell us."

Martin looked up to find reassuring eyes looking down at him, then sighed as he mustered up the courage to finally confess his fear. "Truth is... just thinking about swimming is making my knees lock up. It's like I've come down with-" he stopped, not daring to finish that sentence.

"A fear of swimming?" Aviva supposed. Martin barely gave a nod, looking down with sad eyes.

"Hey Martin, I know a lot about fear. I'm afraid of the dirt between my toes, losing my controller and heights. But check it out, that's why I play with this." Jimmy took out his controller and started playing a video game on the big screen. "Martin Kratt's surfing extreme. I programmed in all your moves." As he spoke, a pixel Martin could be seen pulling off all sorts of surfing tricks. "That's a bottom turn, cut back with a snap. Just play this, see, you'll get all your moves back!"

"Oh yes!" Martin gladly took his controller and gave the game a try, but just as made the first move, his persona fell from the surf board, causing a huge game over to appear on the screen. He sighed as he looked down, feeling hopeless.

"Nice one, Jimmy. You just made him feel worse," Koki frowned.

"I'm gonna go for a walk, not a swim, just a walk." Martin said with a sad tone, returning the controller to its owner. The crew watched as he headed outside, exchanging sad expressions as they felt empathy for the poor Kratt.

Meanwhile, the Kratt in green was having a blast surfing his heart out. With the wind in his hair and the water splashing on his body, he tempted one last quick, sharp turn off the top of a wave before diving, disappearing into the sea foam.

It was only after a few seconds that his head emerged from the now slightly calmer sea water, gasping for air for a brief moment before breaking into laughter. "Now that was fun!" His laughing fit slowly started dissipating, getting replaced by a frown. "But it's not the same without Martin." He looked at the blue ship, hoping to see his brother walk out of it and fully ready for another dive.

Ever since he nearly drowned, he hadn't been himself, he thaught. It wasn't like him to turn down one of his most cherished activities. After all, he was the swimming brother. He couldn't give that up so easily... Could he?

Too distracted by his persistent thoughts, Chris hadn't noticed a familiar creature swimming beneath him. He flinched as his foot brushed against an unknown smooth surface. Curious, he dove his head, his whole body upside down, and scanned his surroundings.

Nothing.

Just when he began to think his mind was playing tricks on him, he felt an unexpected bump behind him. Startled, he quickly flipped around to meet eye to eye with-

"Emerald!" Chris let out, the name coming out through bubbles, muffled and indistinct in the water.

As in sudden remembrance, he returned to the surface as fast as he dove in, gasping for air after having been under water for a little too long. Then, he felt the turtle's shell brush against his leg, and giggled. "Stop! That tickles!"

Emerald was practically swimming circles around him now. "Looking for Martin?" Chris raised an eyebrow, the turtle coming to a stop as a response. "Yeah, he said he'd be back in a minute, but he's taking forever..." He paused as the image of his brother darting back to the Tortuga flashed before his eyes. "I hope he's okay," he finally said with a sad tone, stealing a glance at the blue ship.

Yet again, Emerald started swimming around Chris, as though attempting to cheer him up. He couldn't help but cackle.

Suddenly, through his laughter, a familiar tune pierced the air. Chris' laugh stopped short, the sound becoming more and more audible, until recognizing it as none other than...Gourmand's voice.

"Sea turtle gratin, sea turtle soup. Wherever you're hiding, I'll find you."

Chris' eyes widened. "Oh no!" He turned to his fellow creature and tried to think of a way to keep him safe, but nothing came to his panicked mind. After all, it wasn't like he had enough time to think, because before he knew it, Gourmand's boat was heading straight towards them.

For a split second, Chris felt like his heart stopped in his chest. Just then, Gourmand's boat came to a stop only a few meters away from his face, Emerald still swimming beneath him.

Good. Stay where you are.

Heavy footstomps, followed by an evil laugh. Chris looked up to find Gourmand walking up to the edge, sniffing harder than before. "Ah, I can smell one right he-" His jaw dropped as he looked down to find Chris smiling nervously at him. "You?!" He had a look of disgust on his face.

"Hey, Gourmand..." Chris' voice trailed off, adding a nervous laugh. "Uhh, what are you doing here?" The fake smile on his face was so wide, his cheeks hurt.

However, the villain wasn't buying it, his eyes narrowing. "Well if you really wanna know, I'm looking for a sea turtle for my new recipe." He rubbed his hands diabolically.

A suffocated gasp squeaked out of Chris' chest. He couldn't let him spot Emerald. "Well that's too bad, there aren't any sea turtles around here," he faked a chuckle which made the villain raise an eyebrow.

"This nose is never wrong, I smell a sea turtle and I know it's close." He sniffed again. "Very close."

Chris gulped, sweat running down his wet face. And at that moment, Emerald's shadow became noticeable underneath the green Kratt.

A scary smile made its way to Gourmand's face...

During their encounter, Martin walked out of the ship, feeling down. He was practically dragging his feet in the sand, arms wrapped around himself. He couldn't believe he was scared of swimming. SWIMMING! Out of all things.

He suddenly came to a stop, sighed...then flinched as the sea foam crawled up to his feet, the roaring waves agravating his anxiety.

He took a few steps back, swallowing hard, heart pounding fast. "I-I can't stay scared forever," he clapped his face, "I gotta get back out there."

He looked longingly at the sea...when his eyes caught something strange in the distance. "Is that a boat?" His eyes squinted and that's when he spotted a familiar figure. "Gourmand!" he gasped, before realizing that his brother was right in front of the boat.

It was too much to take in. Then he tried calming himself down, thinking there may be no reason to panic. But when he saw the villain take out a huge net, and his brother gesturing frantically, shouting his lungs out, he knew something was wrong.

He watched as the net got thrown on Chris, Gourmand pulling him up along with...a sea turtle?His eyes widened, realizing it wasn't just any sea turtle.

"Emerald!" He watched in horror as his brother kicked and fought to break free from the net, but in vain. Gourmand just threw him and Emerald in the corner of the boat where he could keep an eye on them, then walked over to the steering wheel, laughing loudly, getting ready to propel out of there.

"No, stop!" Martin yelled out, following the direction the boat was going in, not daring to step one foot into the water. He couldn't swim. He. Couldn't. Swim. All he could do at that moment was run, as if that were going to help.

"What's the matter blueberry, afraid of a little swim?" Gourmand taunted him after spotting him.

The insult felt like a stab in the stomach.

His newly developed fear forced him to watch as the boat with his brother and sea turtle friend onboard got farther and farther...until disappearing far into the other side of the beach.

"Chris! Emerald!" He slowly came to a stop, processing what had happened, processing the fact that he didn't try to save them... Then he dropped on his hands and knees. "No."

He looked up, staring at the sea, anger building up within him.

"NO!"

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#wild kratts #kratt brothers #chris kratt #martin kratt #aviva corcovado #koki #jimmy z #gaston gourmand #wk fanfic #hurt/comfort #adventure #Afraid of a Little Swim? #fandom #fangirl power!

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Would you be able to do a sickfic/hurt comfort with Aragorn and his rangers as his care takers. I read the sick doc u did about Legolas and thought it was so well written!!!

Sure! Fair warning, this might suck

Sickie: Aragorn

Caretaker: rangers

(so background/context: in lotr he's 87, in this he's 40-50 so he's younger/young)

Aragorn had been riding alongside the others, they had been riding for days straight and the youngest of the squad was exhausted, he was dizzy and was feeling nauseous.

It was starting to get dark outside, and Aragorn was dizzy, and being on the swaying horse wasn't helping at all. The house jumped over a branch and the dizzy ranger wasn't expecting it, and almost fell off of his horse, having to grab on the reigns. The others noticed and were quick to ask if he was alright, Aragorn nodded, but had to swallow down a gag as he was very nauseous. "Let's stop for the night" the eldest of the rangers said, noticing how out of it Aragorn looked.

The rangers stopped for the night, Aragorn, being true to his team, began helping set up camp,but found the pain in his forehead increasing tenfold, to the point where it was pounding and every sound felt like it was pulsating through his brain. He had to stop for a moment, he made sure no one was looking and he slipped away into the dark.

He hid behind a rock and threw up, his nausea and headache were making his vision blur, he knew he was at a point of weakness, so when he saw a figure approaching in the dark he began to panic.

He ducked down, and took a few quiet deep breaths, trying to force away the nausea that was growing.

"Aragorn?" The voice was familiar, "where'd you go?" Another voice joined, "I know he went this way"

"I hope he's ok" Aragorn swallowed down a wave of nausea and came from behind the rock, "hello" the other two rangers looked at him, "hiding?" Aragorn looked at the ground, he was fighting the nausea, he swayed slightly feeling dizzy, "what's wrong? You're never unsteady on your feet" Aragorn kept his eyes fixed on the ground, "I feel sick" as soon as the words were out of his mouth he gagged and threw up. The two rangers exchanged glances and went over to Aragon, once his nausea calmed he stood up straight again, "let's get back to camp, you need to lie down" Aragorn nodded, his lack of protest only alarmed the others more.

Thankfully they were close to the camp, and once they got back things were already set up, so he was able to go straight to bed.

#lord of the rings #fluff #sickfic #lotr #sick #emeto #emeto tw

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Toxic Love | Erik Killmonger

Chapter 2: ~Imagination VS Reality~

For Chapter 1: ~The Grim Reaper~ click here.

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Her head shot to the side, afraid she would get caught with a man standing this close to her and she wanted to push the stranger away only to find out he was gone.... completely gone. There were no trails of anyone being with her at all.

Was she going crazy?

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After the strange encounter in the hallway, Delaney couldn't stop thinking about the mysterious stranger. Even at the important meetings she had to attend with her father or at the party itself after that, she couldn't focus and her mind kept wandering back to the man. His scent was following her everywhere she went, making her dizzy and urging for more, and his voice was imprinted into her brain.

Does it really matter?

Shaking her head, she tried to stop the repeated question in her mind as she stared at her father's guards from a distance, hoping they would get drunk enough for her to sneak away. She was currently just leaning against a pillar far away from everyone, AirPods in and humming to Love Riddim by Rotimi since she hated the classic music that was playing.

"Stop avoiding me." Her head shot to the side, shocked by the sudden appearance of the stranger next to her again. "Calm down, girl. It's just me." He reassured her, removing one of her AirPods to make sure she could hear him better.

"Me avoiding you? You're the one playing hide and seek." She stopped her music and gave him an annoyed glare.

"I'm not playing a game with you just yet." He shrugged, his hand finally making contact with her body when he held onto her hip. It made a strange feeling of ecstasy shoot through her body at the contact and her pupils dilated. "Not until you give me permission, but it's not just simply saying yes. You have to do some shit to be able to give me permission."

"Like what?" She furrowed her brows, her hand going up to touch his chest.

"You'll figure it out." He gave her a slight smirk and bowed his head, his dark beautiful eyes closing.

"Delaney! Who are you talking to?!" She looked up at Jay, the head of her father's body guards, and then pointed at just air.... right where the stranger just was. "What in the hell are you pointing at?" He walked up to her while watching her hand in the air.

Delaney panicked slightly and made a small wrist movement to make it look like she was stretching her wrist before pointing up at her left airpod.

"Calling Reyna to ask where she is because she's way too late." She whispered and then laughed at a 'delightful response she got from her best friend', faking a response back so it would look like she was really talking to her.

"She's having traffic problems?" He raised his brow, crossing his arms too to try and intimidate her in the hope she would make a mistake. The woman didn't though because she was used to the lying and playing along since she grew up with way too many rules and she nodded.

"Yeah, it's very busy on the roads around this time." She lied with a smile and the man nodded back.

"Tell her hi for me alright?" He narrowed his eyes and turned his back to her, waving at her for a second before returning to his former position.

"I will." She shouted back and sighed out of relief after Jay left, saying hi to 'Reyna' to make her lie even more realistic before 'hanging up'. After that she looked around her surroundings, feeling like she was getting more and more paranoia with the seconds passing by. However, she knew she couldn't be hallucinating.... she had felt the man, smelled the man, heard the man.... Reaching up to her right ear, her right AirPod was gone too and she rubbed her eyes, feeling like she could pass out by the frustrations.

She had no idea what was going on.

When she thought it couldn't get any worse though, Reyna arrived with the widest grin she had ever seen. Her eyes were almost popping out of her head from excitement.

"Why is everyone acting so goddamn weird today?" Delaney sighed and Reyna chuckled as she stopped beside her.

"If you hear what I heard, your face will turn into a smile too girl."

"And what's that?" She crossed her arms while waiting for the answer, but her friend shook her head.

"You have to see it for yourself.... and you were planning to sneak away anyway so let's go." Reyna grabbed her friend's arm and dragged her away from the courtyard, signing to the guards they were going to the restroom. It always made the guards uncomfortable and so it was the perfect way to sneak away.

"Where are we going?" Delaney struggled for a second before she followed Reyna by herself, in the meantime letting her hair down from the messy bun after her head was starting to hurt.

"The mansion's attic." She rolled her eyes at her friend who was dramatically shaking her hair back and forth like she was a model. "Come on, hurry girl. I promise those curls are still fantastic." She grabbed her wrist again to pull her onto the staircase. Slowly, they both made their way up to the attic, a group of different strangers appearing to be sitting in a circle in the dusty and vintage room.

"What is this, Reyna?" Delaney watched the black and red candles lighting up a path to the circle that they walked to, the rest of the room robbed from its light.

"We found an Ouija Board here...." She whispered, clearly not wanting to disturb the creepy group's peace.

"This looks like a fucking cult." The woman whined softly while playing with her curls before she was pulled to the floor by her friend to sit down. "I prefer to go."

Do you?

Delaney's eyes widened hearing the hot stranger's voice echoing through her head once again and she bit her lip, quickly checking her surroundings. He was nowhere to be seen though and she slowly shook her head to see if he would react again.

Ask it something. Go ahead. Don't be afraid.

"How does this work?" She tapped someone of the group on their shoulder, curious to how the board worked and to see if she could use it too. "Do I just ask it for something?"

"If you want something, then yes." He whispered back to her and the whole group turned silent when they heard her question. Like they were all programmed to listen to the one who wanted to use it.

"Um, okay, well." She scooted closer to the ouija board. "I want.... uh.... I want to give permission to a certain man who asked for it."

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