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pathetic-tboy · 3 months

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erotica‼️ cnc scene

im running through the woods away from the woman chasing me. i got a head start but i can hear her every now and then shouting something akin to "youre not gonna get far, puppy." im hardly wearing anything, just a collar and a pair of panties she let me keep just so she could emasculate me a little. i got myself out of the binds easily this evening. of course now its dark and i dont know how long ive been here for, or how i got here. beyond that, i dont know how far away from the rest of the world i am. the amount of time ive spent running tells me im pretty far.

im trying to stay quiet, but eventually i trip on the root of a tree, and yelp as i tumble. i hear her then. she found me. by the time i try to get up again she pushes me back to the ground.

"aw, we're not even that far yet." she teases me as she grabs my collar and yanks me so that im sitting down, looking up at her with wet eyes. "dumb little cuntboy isnt that fast, huh?" she coos at me while pulling my face so that my nose is pressed up against her hot bulge in her jeans. i turn away from it.

"ugh, please!" i cry out, failing to notice that shes fishing her cock out with her free hand. "let me g-" im interrupted by her warm meat in my mouth, pushing past my lips and down my throat. i choke around it while she fucks my face rough, as if she doesnt care if i can breathe. im whimpering but it just sounds like moaning from how fast shes fucking my mouth.

"aw, dumb little puppy, what was it you were saying?" she teases as she pulls my head down all the way onto her dick. i cant breathe anymore. i try to back up and push away, but shes much stronger than me. she holds me there for far too long. im getting a little dizzy.

"if you really wanted to get away, youd be fighting back harder." she finally releases me, i cough on the floor of the woods, gasping for air. "or are you just sooo weak that you just CANT get away?"

"ugh- please-" i whine as she covers my mouth with her hand, her other one breaching the waistband of my underwear. i gasp as she pushes a finger into my pussy, wet from the struggle.

"fuuuck, youre so wet, puppy, you must really want this." she takes her hand off my mouth and to my collar, and before i can argue, pulls me into a sloppy kiss. she pushes her tongue into my mouth while she expertly fucks my pussy with her fingers. i moan into her lips as i try to push her away, but i cant. im not strong enough.

eventually, she releases me, but only to yank down my panties, and grab my waist. she pulls my hips up flush against hers, and places my ankles on her shoulders. i cant even move away as i freeze up like a prey animal, only making obscene noises as she rubs her cockhead on my tdick. she notices.

"aw, wheres that fight? i love it when you fight, you dumb little puppy." she chuckles, spreading my wetness from my pussy to my dick.

"ugh, no!" i cry out, trying to move away, but she pins me down anyway. "im not a dumb puppy....."

"oh, youre SUCH a dumb puppy. so wet when im about to breed you." shes not even fucking me yet and i could cum. i freeze again at her words. i feel my tcock twitch against my will at the thought of carrying my attacker's baby.

"no, dont!" i buck my hips, trying to move away. "i cant get pregnant! not right now! testosterone isnt birth control please-" but i trail off into a moan as she pushes her cockhead inside my wet pussy.

"well thats the point of breeding, you dumb fucking puppyboy." all i can do is gasp loudly as she pushes inside me, filling me up. "fuck, youre so wet." she plants her hands beside my neck and begins pounding me. i moan as my pussy makes obscene noises around her cock violating me. using me. breeding me.

i push against her shoulders with all my might but she doesnt even move an inch. she just laughs at me. "fuuuck, youre so weak." and i feel her fuck me even harder. "i love it when you try to resist me."

"uhhhm, no!" i can hardly even voice a protest anymore as i moan. it feels too good. shes right, i realize. she was right all along. i do want it.

i grip her shoulders, dragging my nails down her back as i buck up my hips to meet hers. "f-f-fuck-" i stammer out between moans.

"what was that, puppy?" she doesnt stop fucking me like she owns my pussy, and she does. i know she does.

"feels- good-" i gasp out. i feel her pound into me even harder after i say that.

"fuuuuck," she moans out breathily, "yes, it does."

i grip onto her upper arms hard as my first orgasm washes over me. "im cumming! im cumming!" i cry out as my pussy spasms around her cock, trying to milk it for everything it has. but shes not ready yet. she keeps pounding into me, and i feel an even more intense orgasm rushing to take its place. "fuck- its too much!" i whine as i try again to push her away.

"aw, but you wanted it so bad before." she didnt stop. she keeps fucking me until i feel tears in my eyes. i cum again, crying out.

"fuck, youre cumming AGAIN?" she acts appalled as if she wasnt the one forcing me to. my pussy keeps making disgusting wet sounds around her invading prick. "fuck, i might just cum, puppy."

i gasp as i remember her threats to put a baby in me. "no! not inside!" i cry out between moans, but i scream as my third orgasm comes, even more powerful than the first 2.

"fuck, gonna cum, puppy." and i cant even voice another protest as i lay limply, pliant for her to pump her semen into.

she lays on top of me for a while, her cock still twitching inside me, making me moan quietly as i lay completely limp, still gasping for air and coming down from the powerful orgasms she made me have.

eventually, she pulls out, standing up and putting her soft dick away. she leans down, brushing a wet strand of hair from my face.

"aw, baby, was that fun?" she coos, rubbing my cheek with her thumb.

"mhm.... wuff." i mumble. she giggles.

"aw, ok, baby." she bends down and scoops me up into her arms. "lets go get you cleaned up, ok?"

"mmmm" i mumble tiredly, shutting my eyes and snuggling into her chest.

"aw, ok." she kisses my sweaty forehead and walks us home.

#this is ab my gf btw (fantasy w her) <3 #t4t nsft #ftm nsft #trans nsft #st4t nsft #ftm bottom #ftm sub #ftm breeding #ftm cnc #ftm preyboy #mtf4ftm nsft #mtf4ftm #ftm4mtf #tf4tm #tm4tf #mtf domme #mtf top

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p1errost4r · 1 month

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☆ | author's note : hello ! Im so sorry for not posting for so long. :33 I have been feeling bad lately , but now that i spent most of my pocket money on energy drinks ... or vapes ( i have been drinking one per day for 20 days straight ) so it gave me an idea.

★ | warnings : gn!reader ; fluff mostly ; cursing ( from reader mostly ) ; modern!human!alastor ; might be un canon ; can be seen both as planotic and romantic ( no specifics ) ; reader is in university ; alastor and reader are both in their early 20s ; in this AU alastor is not a murderer.

Well it has been a while since you properly slept.

Your grades , for the most part weren't great so you spent hours to days studying without a stop until you were just dizzy from not eating for days on end. And not only that but your grades were still hot shit , which worried you since you didn't want to lose your scholarship. It wad already rare , so you were "blessed".

As you opened the apartment door the sounds of jazz met your ears , Alastor was already home. You didn't want to make your boyfriend upset , mostly about your habits , but you didn't know what to do to keep yourself a bit fresher than you wanted to be. You drifted into your thoughts as you took of your coat and hung it , then stepped into the apartment... well , stumbled. It would be much more fitting.

"Ah , dear , didn't notice you there ! How was your day?"

Alastor said with a smile as he helped you with your bag.

"Shitty , as usual. I think i'll fail geomtery this semester."

You exclaimed. Alastor chuckled as he led you to the kitchen.

"Well i think if you actually were healthy your grades would be much better so i-"

"Al. Babe , you don't have to take care of me , im not a child. It's only a month until the exams so i need to study non stop."

You gave him a gentle kiss on the head. He always cooked for you , every evening so by now your humble little apartment was nearly a food storage. You felt guilty and ungreatful , he worked hard and you just ended up brushing it off.

You went to the fridge and took out another energy drink... for gods sake it was the 3rd one today. Alastor took your wrist before you could open it.

"Darling i insist... and i'd prefer that you stopped drinking those ,it's bad for the heart ! And i don't want you getting more sick. Besides , it's saturday and i think you should give sunday out to take care of yourself."

You stared at him with your tired eyes. It was ... true. Everything he said was true. You barely payed attention to him even , which made you feel worse. You sighed before you brushed off his hand.

"Last one , Al. I swear i'll eat later."

You opened the can and took a gulp.

You realized it barely even helped you at this point , even though you had like a whole stash in your fridge. It was now a mere apitizer for your pathetic little life.

"Ugh , fine."

Alastor calmed down a bit and as you sat down at the table he placed a plate in front of you then sat across you , just watching you.

"You're not gonna eat ?"

"Oh , i already did."

"You know you don't look any better than me."

Alastors expression became annoyed. You looked like a skeleton and could barely lift up your bag, which wasn't that heavy because it was all just notes and papers.

"Fine , fine , im sorry."

You said before a shaky chuckle escaped your lips.

"You better be."

"Oh nooo , im so scared of mister thin tall and bad."

He forced out a laugh.

"Be greatful that mister thin tall and bad keeps you fed."

You couldn't complain about that. Your boyfriend was an absolute charmer. You decided to continue eating in silence.

"Maybe i'll have the honor to sleep with you tonight instead of you sleeping on your desk ?"

You just nodded. The idea was great ... but you'd lose 8 hours of studying.

"What do i get in return?"

"Oho , what do you get ? I think you got enough. Consider it... payment."

You laughed at your boyfriend.

Honestly you sometimes thought how'd you even get him into your arms. He was the one to initiate every move at first. Gifting you various gifts and even helping you with your home task, which you failed... plenty of times. He was such a charmer , and you were a clean paper. It seemed irrational

You snapped out of your thoughts... literally , ad Alastor snapped his fingers in front of your face.

"Eat up. We have to go to bed soon."

"I love you."

Alastor stared at you for a good moment before he slowly chuckled with a sweet voice.

"I love you too... but you still hsve to eat."

His hand lifted up to your face and wiped the corner of your mouth with a napkin.

What a sweet night.

♱ | ok but i would LOVE to live like that. I cry for 2 hours straight when i come back from university or work. ( average adulthood life )

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #has been #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #hazbin alastor x reader #reader fic #alastor x reader #human!alastor x reader #alastor x gn!reader #gn!reader

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kaeyx · 7 months

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In any monster au chuuya would 1000% be a vampire. Blood in wine glasses, dark moody reds and black, hates bright lights, lives in extravagance with a night time job. Hes the refined, elegant type that has successfully integrated into human society but misses being an old romantic. Chuuya closely monitors the modern era, absorbing all kinds of information from technology to ethics. Initially it was to better blend in but now he has an appreciation for human tenacity and ingenuity. When he falls in love he falls hard, he cannot bare to part from you but he cant stand turning you into a cold monster such as himse-"but if im a vampire we can fuck forever" .....you make a good point and he will think on it. In all seriousness though he is a gentleman who considers your happiness and wellbeing above everything. If you come to the conclusion that you want to remain human he is absolutely going to dedicate an entire mausoleum and garden to you inside his castle- he leaves the city behind to stay with your corpse until he also returns to dust. Its the hardcore romanticism in him. For as long as your alive though, dont expect him to ever leave you alone

Dazai is harder for me to pin down but i feel like he would be genuinely unsettling/inhuman. Thinking drider/jorogumo, kelpie, jinkininki. I think kitsune also fits very well for the trickster aspects but the monster side needs to be beefed up for me to appreciate. Regardless he is found in the dark, dangerous, and empty corners of cities. On the surface he is completely adjusted to life as a human, especially when he is able to present in human form. But at his core he is still a monster who doesnt expend empathy or kindness to humans. His tricks, his traps, his appetite for human flesh are still alive and well. Thankfully at some point someone instilled in him the idea of morals so dazai's diet consists of human scum. He isnt romantic like chuuya but is devoted and tender. Unfortunately a true monster fell in love with you and he will find a way to make you immortal. There are plenty of talented witches and taoists that owe him favors. Theres no existence without you, he will bind his soul to yours so he never has to be alone again

Suffice to say both monsters are yandere and the sex is intense

LMAOOO CHUUYA WOULD BE SO TAKEN ABACK POOR THING

But yes that's me you're telling me I get to sleep during the day and wander around in low cut shirts with puffy sleeves?? Forever??? And also this hot man will bite me??? Sign me UP I'll work graveyard shift somewhere

Ugh it suits him so well tho,,,, big cold corridors, nice clothes, fancy wine glasses, yearning from a distance, love letters sealed with wax, lots and lots of blood,,,,,, ehehehe I need him

And YEAH KITSUNE DAZAI LIKE THAT ONE MAYOI CARD

This bastard definitely embraces the more unsettling, inhuman aspects of himself. Being a little too tall, limbs a little too long, teeth a little too sharp even if he's mimicking a human. You look into his eyes too long and get a little dizzy, like looking over the edge of a cliff. Weird shit is always happening around him, though it's unclear whether that's because of his magic or because he's just Like That™.

And my god the sex. Absolutely insane sex on both sides. Chuuya has endless stamina and would want nothing more than to turn you while he's fucking you, drinking your blood until you're lightheaded and can barely move, letting him go as many rounds as he likes. Dazai digging his sharp teeth and claws into you, fucking you in weird places like alleyways or in the middle of the forest, chasing you through the city before pinning you to the ground and fucking your brains out. Plus he has a knot

#chuuya.bsd #dazai.bsd #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya smut #dazai smut #vamp!chuuya #kitsune!dazai

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arianaroman · 11 days

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Savior

Note - THIS IS MY DEBUT FANFIC- SO DONT BULLY ME 😭🥹🤍 hope y’all like it😭😭🫶

Summary - Rafe saves Y/N from a guy trying to take advantage on her

Warning - Mention of sa, Alcohol, Drugs, etc. lmk if i forgot something

It’s been 3 years since Y/N rejected Rafe. Ever since she rejected him, he never talked to her again. Every time she approaches him or even say hi, he will just ignore her or give her an angry look.

Valentines day is approaching and y/n’s friend is hosting a valentines party at their house. Y/N is excited to attend the party and already bought outfits for the party.

~At the day of valentines~

Y/N arrived at the party looking flawlessly. Everyone is talking about her. Y/N approaches her friend and hugs her “Omg Alexa.. You look sooo good!!” Y/N compliments her. “Girl you look so divineeee!!” Alexa compliments her back.

Y/N sees Rafe talking to his friend Topper. Rafe sees her looking at him and rolled his eyes. “Oh wow, it’s been years and he’s still mad at me…”Y/N turns to Alexa. “Well, you were the love of his life and you just rejected him. I remember how he’ll always ask me if you were sick every time you weren’t at school” Alexa tells her.

“Anyways, i’m going to get some drinks.” Y/N leaves Alexa and goes to get some drinks. As she goes to the kitchen, she bumps to a guy and he accidentally spills drinks to her outfit. “OH NOO NOOO…” y/n screams as alcohol drips through her dress. “Sorry, I didn’t see you..” the guy tries to apologize but y/n just keeps screaming and crying. “Miss, calm down. It’s just a dress” he tries to calm her down. “Just a dress? ARE YOU INSANE???..” y/n screams at him. “Ok, Ok… look let’s get you cleaned up” he leads her to the bathroom and helps her clean her dress.

“UGH.. the stain won’t come off” y/n cries. “Well at least you’re not wet anymore. who cares about some little stain. It’s not even noticeable.” He tells her. Y/N rolls her eyes at his comment. “I’m Carter btw.” he reaches his hand for a handshake but y/n didn’t shake his hand. “Look i’m sorry.. i really am.. ok, i’m just gonna get you a drink to pay for what i did.. is that alright for you?” Carter asks y/n. “fine” y/n answers.

Rafe sees y/n with Carter and got jealous. Even though he's been ignoring y/n for years, he can't deny that he still has feelings for her.

Carter gets a drink in the kitchen while y/n waits and sits on the couch. Unbeknownst to y/n, Carter had spiked her drink. Carter gives y/n the drink and she immediately drinks it. Seconds later, y/n feels dizzy and everything around her starts spinning. Y/N stands up and almost fell but Carter catches her. “Are you ok?” Carter asks her. “I feel dizzy-“ Y/N falls again but Carter catches her. “Let’s take you upstairs, ok?” Carter guides her as they go upstairs to a room.

Carter lays y/n in the bed. Moments later, Carter goes on top of her and starts kissing her. “W - what are you doing-?“ y/n is confused and don’t know what to do. “Shh- just relax” Carter whispers to her. “Don’t you like it?” Carter is kissing her and cupping her breast. “Please- stop” y/n screams.

Rafe goes upstairs to get something his friend left. As he goes through the hallway he hears a familiar voice crying and screaming. Rafe immediately breaks in and punches Carter. Carter fell on the ground with a bloody face. “WTF, MAN?” Carter yells at him. “Get away from her, you pervert” Rafe grabs y/n and carries her outside.

Rafe brings y/n outdoor and gives her water to calm. “Are you feeling better?” Rafe asks her. “Thank you-“ y/n cries to him. “Hey, it’s ok im here for you” Rafe puts her head on his shoulder and kisses her forehead. “I don’t know what i would do without you” y/n tells him. “Me too..”

~to be continued-

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date - april 15 2024

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mrssabinecallas · 1 year

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Gekko as your Boyfriend |H.C.|

Pairing: Mateo “Gekko” De La Fuente/ GN! Reader

In which we take a dive into what Gekko would be like as your Boyfriend!

CW: Fluff, The Critters (❤️), Reader is assumed to be a part of VP

note: I LOVE GEKKO SO MUCH AND DIZZY AND WINGMAN AND MOSH AND THRASH HAVE MY HEART AND OMG IM GONNA DEDICATE MY WHOLE ACCOUNT TO THEM NOW

Ok starting off, you cannot tell me his creatures wouldn’t love you. If Gekko likes you, they like you.

(snuggles with dizzy, playing games with wingman, etc)

His love language is quality time, with physical touch as a close second.

He just wants to be around you 24/7, with you in his arms and just loving each other.

He doesn’t care what dates are like. As long as he gets to be with you and see you smile, hes the happiest man in the world.

Would def let you dye his hair, or ask you to help if he needs to dye it. He thinks it looks better when you do it (and he totally doesn’t just want to spend time with you)

Matching tattoos?

yes. matching tattoos.

Imagine he had a little heart of your favorite color on his wrist, and you had a matching one of his favorite color on yours (i’m melting)

Boba dates are a must

If you have never had boba, he is just so excited to introduce you to the world of flavors you can explore

If you do like boba, expect to have it a lot, he likes to come home and surprise you with it a lot.

Since your on the Protocol with him, you both like to train together

One time, Brimstone caught you both kissing in the commons area, he almost had a stroke.

(He had to go find Sage to tell you to both knock it off because he thought it would be awkward if he did it)

((it would be))

You’re both best friends with Neon, but you do get jealous of her sometimes.

Gekko and Neon just had this chemistry that can be mistaken for romantic, but they both assure you it’s totally platonic.

If you ever got hurt out on a mission, he would be right there to take care of you in any way he could, and vice versa.

He absolutely hated seeing you get hurt, so much so that he would jump in front of you to protect you

It was cute

Sometimes.

Once he threw himself in front of the line of fire and took a bullet to the shoulder, yet refused to get out of the way.

It was sweet, but you hated seeing him hurt as much as he hated seeing you hurt.

Sage was not happy that he was being so reckless.

In which Mateo would tell her it was his knight in shining armor moment.

I feel like he would brag about you a lot.

Like “I have the best parter in the world, they’re so caring and… ugh I miss them so much, Im going to call them.”

He wouldn’t talk to Reyna about you at first though, he was scared of her

When he did start to open up about your relationship to her, she started to like you more.

You always thought Reyna was constantly judging you, but when she came around, she protected you and Mateo like you were her younger siblings.

She secretly holds so much love for you both in that small heart of hers.

Did i mention skating dates?

They’re a must.

If you don’t know how to skate, Mateo wants to teach you so bad he literally drags you out to do it.

(It’s totally not an excuse to hold your waist as he keeps you balanced)

If you do know how to skate, y’all are constantly competing. Races, Tricks, anything you can think of, you’ll challenge each other.

You really do bring out the best in each other

Except for that one time that Mateo broke his board because he was angry you beat him…

He’s been super gentle with his gear since that day.

You also learned to let him win most of the time

welcome to my gekko arc.

I will write for other valorant agents, juuuust mostly gekko :>

My inbox is open! ask away people!!

#gekko x reader #gekko x you #valorant #gekko valorant #x reader #reyna valorant #sage valorant #brimstone #neon valorant #jett valorant #fade valorant #cypher valorant #kayo valorant #omen valorant #fanfic #gekko fanfic

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junggunz · 11 months

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Loved your taejin fic sm!!😫 sooo probs 33,31 and 8 for him please?🥴 (this is my first time requesting someone who isn't jake lol)

-Jake simp anon❤

“I called in sick. Now we can stay in bed and fuck all day.” + “I don’t have to be inside you to make you cum.” + “You better keep the volume down or I’m gonna go even harder.” + “Is that gonna fit?” “I’ll make it fit.”

Time isn’t something Taejin has a lot of with his important position at work, but he’s always willing to put his responsibilities on the back burner when you come to him and demand more of his attention.

“I called in sick. Now we can stay in bed and fuck all day.” He tells you, waltzing back into your shared room, carelessly tossing his phone on to the nightstand before rejoining you in the sheets. “Don’t you have something to say?” He questions, climbing on top of you and looking down at you with narrowed eyes when he’s only met by a small hum that falls from you in response.

“Why waste time with words when you should be inside me and making me cum over and over?” You sass back, unphased by the menacing expression cast upon his face even after he pins your wrists above your head with just one of his large hands.

“Fucking brat, I don’t have to be inside you to make you cum. You should know that by now.” Taejin growls, pressing the underside of his length against your core; the contact being enough to crack your mouthy attitude and make you whine every time the swollen tip bumps against your clit. “Now, what do you say?” He asks you again, dragging his cock along your folds at a snail's pace just to make squirm beneath him.

“Ugh—thank you for taking time off work.” You groan out in annoyance which only prompts Taejin to take hold of the base of his cock in his free hand and smack your moistening cunt with the heavy length. You repeat the words, more politely this time and look up at him pleadingly as you not so subtly roll your hips up toward his. Gathering your wetness along his cock, your puffy folds part as the tip swipes up and down your pussy.

“Is that gonna fit?” You mumble softly, worried about your lack of prep.

“I’ll make it fit. I always do, don’t I?” He replies in a mocking tone right before ramming his length into your little hole, his hold on your wrists tightening to keep you in place but it’s still not enough to keep your hips from lurching forward. You know Taejin is big, but the sheer size of him filling you up always surprises you and has you moaning obscenely loud.

“You better keep the volume down or I’m gonna go even harder.” He warns you, a shaky groan escaping him when he feels your walls clamping down on him at the sound of his words. “Aw, does my little brat like the idea of being split open by my dick?” A moan of affirmation pours from your lungs as he roughly bucks into you, setting off a brutal pace that has your pussy drooling around him; easily molding to fit his cock just like he said.

“F-fuck, it’s too deep.” You babble, writhing beneath him while you endure the animalistic pace he ruts into you at. Half lidded eyes bleary from how dizzy you get from the way he fucks into you start to brim with tears each time the tip of his cock kisses your cervix.

“Weren’t you the one who wanted my dick inside you so you could cum?” He taunts. “Be good and take it when I give it to you.”

an: whattttt im so honored to be writing your first non Jake request !!! thank u so much for sending in some numbers for this hunky man uwu size kink with taejin is always a yes in my book.

#[closed]#the lonely empath prompts #lookism x reader #lookism smut #cheon taejin x reader #cheon taejin smut #taejin cheon scenarios #junggunz.txt

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chvnnie · 2 years

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no bestie coz, i've been thinking a fuck lot about a lazy makeout sessions with chan and im losing it. like he's just having his fingers wrapped around your neck, his knee pushed up between your legs, and you just grind against him, a smirk forming on his lips when you let out a whine, but he hushes you, his lips pressed against yours, and he just mumbles "tell me what to do, doll."

BESTIE UGH IM LOSING IT MY BRAIN ROT IS JUST GOING KSHDJEJD WATCH ME SCREAM ABOUT IT TO YOU IN OUR DMS

BESTIE I STG YOUR BRAIN >>>

it was only supposed to be a little peck. just to feel his lips against yours before you head to bed. you move to pull away, but he catches your lips again, and like, what’s the hard in extending the kiss just a bit? his lips moving lazily against yours, and it feels so good you can’t help but sigh happily into the kiss.

chan takes your parted lips as an invitation, and it’s only a matter of time before he pulls you onto his lap, hands cupping your face as your tongues lazily spin around each other. you have your hands on his upper neck, fingers twirling around his brown curls in the back. it’s such a gentle moment - two lovers finding solace in each other after long, busy days.

it was only supposed to be a little peck, until you “accidentally” nipped at chan’s bottom lip.

his moans filled your mouth, one hand falling from your face and finding home on your throat. chan squeeze it with just enough pressure to make you dizzy, the gold chain of your necklace (which was decorated with a “c”, the one chan gave you for your last birthday) was digging into his palm.

muffled whines fell from your lips, fingers tugging on his hair as heat began to pool in your lower belly. you were slotted on chan’s thigh, legs hanging over either side, so why wouldn’t you start dragging your hips? only damp panties separating you from his firm thigh.

chan smiled into the kiss, hand tightening just slight as he kissed you deeper. what was soft and gentle was now rough and hard, spit connecting you two as the kisses grow sloppier.

you move your hips, the speed at which you were riding his thigh increasing as his hand tightens. you’re whining, everything too overwhelmed yet not enough.

how did a peck turn into this?

“tell me what to do, doll.” chan mumbled against your lips, groans following the sentence when your nails start to dig into his scalp.

but it’s too hard to talk, not when you need his lips against yours, not when you’ve grown so needy you can’t even think straight.

chan pulls you away from him by your throat, pressure easing. “words.”

you whimper, lips trembling as you forced the words out. “ne-need channie.”

he chuckles, the thumb on the hand around your throat reaching to stroke your cheek. you look so pretty - lips red and swollen, puppy dog eyes staring into his as you silently use them to beg. “need me where, baby?”

of course he would make this harder on you.

your hands fell from his hair, each moving in a different direction; the right took his free hand, moving it to your clothes core. chan’s eyes rolled back when his fingers touched the damp material, his groans making your legs quiver. the left hand took found his shorts, gently stroke his hard length.

“fuck.” he hissed out, hand around your throat tightening from your touch.

“need you everywhere.” you whisper, breaths deepening as chan slipped the hand on your cunt inside your panties.

chan reconnected your lips, all tongue and teeth as he used two fingers to play with you. “have me.” he grunted, your grip on his cock matching the tight grip he had on your throat. “ ‘m yours.”

the amount of times i used the word “grip” im so sorry

#skz smut #stray kids smut #skz hard hours #skz hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #bang chan smut #chan smut #chvnnie thots #chvnnie moots

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fatuismooches · 9 months

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Skipping classes with Zandik post awakened something in me, lol. Imagine it, but with flagile!reader (yes I'm delulu so what)

At first reader feels a bit dizzy, but mostly fine and thinks it's because of Sumeru heat. Zandik is annoyed by you being slow, but you're lucky you befriended him, otherwise he'd abandon you in woods

As your condition worsens and he warms toward you, you faint while he fights Ruin Guard that he wanted to take apart and Zandik panics so much!!! He gets you to safety, so-so worried, before that happened you didn't realize how much he cares about you

Fragile!reader skips more and more classes because of your condition, but you don't get to spend your time alone. You tell Zandik to not skip classes, but he says he knows all the stuff they're teaching already. He may even become your personal tutor if you're interested, heh (or maybe he just doesn't want to leave you alone when you're so weak..)

YES YES OMGF EDBEDE IM DISINTEGRATING AHHHHH. Ugh him being cold and annoyed at you and then slowly warming up to you is so <333 PERFECT. It's fascinating to look back on his transformation to you... like the guy who's letting you sit in his lap all cuddly was the same one who threatened or ignored you every minute hundreds of years ago 😭

The fragile reader angst/fluff... you're scared of being a burden to him especially after you made it this far, but the fact he's still here (a bit begrudgingly) makes you a bit relieved that he likes you a little bit at least. But you never thought you'd ever see an expression like that on his face - panic. You don't even know if you were hallucinating it from your tiredness, but it felt so real. So real that even Zandik couldn't fake it even if he wanted to. You don't wake up in the forest but rather in your bed. Then it all escalates when you realize he skipped out on his valuable research time to come back and take care of !!! you !!! And he continues to do so despite your protests!! Checking on your condition and paying more attention to it than you. For some reason seeing you weak and defenseless, a stark contrast from your usual self, makes him feel upset and irritated. You don't know whether your face is warm from being sick or from blushing.

He's genuinely surprised at his reaction too, he didn't think he'd react so strongly, probably thinks he's sick at first too until he finds out he's not. (He finds out later he's in l-l-ov- nevermind, he refuses to admit it)

Tutor Zandik is the kind of guy to use the most drastic analogies when explaining stuff to you- idk how but he uses dead bodies and things along that line 😭 (Oddly it still makes sense... strange)

#smooches talks #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #writing akademiya dottore is such a pleasure for me bc #i ADORE the pre-relationship/pining stage like its my fav thing #like both of u r so clearly in love and trying to show affection without being obvious n waiting for the other to make the first move...#AHHH ITS SO GOOD

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resi4skz · 1 month

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A little drabble I wrote. I'm not in love with it :/

Pairing: Chan x fem!reader

Title: In Sickness and Health

On my way home from work, I felt my energy slipping and I knew something was wrong because as soon I stepped inside my apartment, I made a beeline for rhe kitchen. I popped 2 pain meds and took a huge gulp of water. Quickly changing into a shirt and shorts, I made myself comfy in my bed. I shoot a quick text to my boyfriend.

Y/N: baby, i dont feel so good. i think im gonna nap

Chan: do you want me to bring you porridge? Meds?

But I couldn't reply as I had fallen asleep while waiting for his message.

Chan: baby?

*Few hours later*

It's hot. It's cold. Why am I shivering? Ugh, why do my eyes feel heavy? I feel something cold on my forehead and it feels nice, refreshing. I try to open my eyes but it hurts. Everything hurts. "Mmmm," is the only sound comes out of me.

"Y/N?"

That voice....."Chan?"

I hear him release a breath of relief. "You gave me a heart attack."

"What's going on?" Jesus, what's wrong with my voice? "Why does everything hurt?"

"That's because you have a fever."

"What?"

"Sleep."

I didn't have the energy to speak so I went back to sleep.

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The next time I open my eyes, they open with ease and everything doesn't hurt as much. Slowly sitting up, I glance around. But no sign of him. Wait, did I hallucinate him being here? In need of water, I walk into the kitchen only to be met with a view of the back of a man in front of the stove.

I scream bloody murder, making him jump and turning around. "Y/N! It's me!"

I put a hand over my heart, my heart beating faster than a bicycle. "Jesus!" Once my breathing and heart beat calms down, I suddenly feel dizzy bur he's quick to catch me. "What's wrong with me?"

"Well, considering you've been asleep for two days, this is bound to happen."

"Wait," I blink at his words. "2 days?" How the hell was I asleep for two days? I can't even fall asleep, even if my life depended on it.

He raises his hand and touches my forehead. "Well, your fever seems to be down so that's a good sign. What about other symptoms?"

"Other than starving, I'm good."

He chuckles, and oh, I've missed him. "I'm making porridge, kimbap and stir fried noodles." The moment he mentions the food, my ears perk up. He notices the change in my expression and laughs as he pinches my cheek. "How are you still this adorable even after waking up?"

I pout, rubbing my cheek which makes him laugh even more. "I just wanna," he doesn't finish the sentence, cups my cheeks and steps forward smothering me in kisses all over my face.

"Ah, stop!" I giggle, which turns into laughter. "Channie!"

But he doesn't stop. He keeps smothering me in kisses, not realizing he's walked me back against the kitchen island. "I've missed you."

My cheeks are warm and I feel good. I smile, poking his cheek. "I missed me too."

"Hey!" He protests by pouting.

I giggle, sliding my arms around his back. "Missed you too, big boy."

Smiling, he reaches down and places his lips on mine. The sudden heavy lingering odor goes up my nose as I scrunch it. "Is something burning?"

His face turns into fear and sprints to the stove. "No!" He shouts, his shoulder sagging.

"What happened?!" I asked, walking over to him.

"The porridge."

"Oh no," I say peeking inside the pot. "Baby, it's okay. I can survive on kimbap and noodles."

"But-"

I cup his cheeks, squishing them. "I'll wear your favorite lingerie if you make me the food."

His eyes gets a twinkling shine and his body reacts before I can step back. His hands reach the back of my neck, his mouth breathing on my neck. "Fuck, baby if only you weren't sick, I'd show you how much you really mean to me."

I grip his arms, giggling. "I need a shower first."

"Fuck, you're gonna be the death of me."

Giving him a kiss on the cheek, I walk into the bathroom and immediately turn on the shower. Getting all my good stuff, I take my time slathering and scrubbing my body till it's raw. Once finished, I wrap a towel around me and another around my head. Stepping out and into our shared room, I change into a comfy shirt and shorts before heading to the kitchen.

The table is filled with noodles, kimbap and various other side dishes. "Wha- Channie, this is so much food."

"And?" He says sitting in a chair across from me.

"You do know that I won't be able to eat all of it, right?"

He chuckles. "I know." He fills my plate with a little bit of everything before putting it in front of me. "Eat."

And I do just that. I even go for seconds. When I've finished, I slump in my chair with a hand on my tummy. He snickers and I glare at him. "This is all your fault."

"I didn't do anything?" He says, shrugging his shoulders with a mischievous look in his eyes.

I roll my eyes. And I instantly regret doing that action.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?"

"No," I replied, slowly getting up from my chair.

"Yes, you did," he says, his eyes on me as I slowly back away, making a run for the room. "Hey! Get back here!"

In a split second, he's after me. I shriek, getting on the bed. For a moment, he stops sprinting and looks at me before lunges for me. But I'm quick to dodge and make a run for the living room. I quickly move behind the couch, giggling. "Hey, Chris. Did you lose your touch or something? You can't even catch m-Hey!" I had forgotten that he was quick and threw me over his shoulders. "Put me down!"

"Nope," he smacks one butt cheek making me gasp.

"Channie, please," I plead, squirming on his shoulders.

"Say sorr-"

"I'm sorry. Please put me down."

"Good girl."

He sets me down but I don't let go of him. With my arms wrapped around his neck, I plant my lips against his catching him off guard but he soons melts into it. I rake my hands through his hair, eliciting a moan from him when he breaks the kiss. "Y/N. What are you doing?"

His voice was low and deep which made me rub my thighs together. "What do you think I'm doing?" I asked, tilting my head as I slide my hand down to his grey sweatpants he was wearing and giving it a little squeeze.

"Fuck," he groans closing his eyes. "Babygirl, you're in no condition to-"

I shut him up with a kiss. "Shut up and take me to bed before I change my mind."

He grins, his dimples popping out. "Yes, ma'am." He then slides his arms under my hips and lifts me up with such ease. "Just so you know, I won't be able to stop myself."

"I never asked you to," I replied, smiling down at him.

That day, he showed me how much he loved me. We came out of the room to eat and drink, only to go back to our room hours later with me on top of him this time. He whispered sweet words in my ears and I indulged him with treating me as he wanted. Halfway through, he flipped me over and I lost count of how many times I went over the edge before he finally reached his peak.

I guess you could say he took care of me in sickness and health. And I was grateful for it.

#bang chan #christopher bang #chris bang #stray kids bang chan #stray kids #bang chan fanfic #fanfic #oneshot #straykids #skz fanfic #skz scenarios

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neet-elite · 2 months

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even more little bro seb thoughts: slipping an aphrodisiac into his drink at the saloon when he's not looking. reveling in watching the flush slowly spread across his face and barely holding back a giggle as he lets out one of those cute little whimpers that you love so much. smoothing down his sweaty hair when he lays his head against your shoulder with a whine and whispers that he needs you. you turn to his friends and tell them that you're taking him home so he can rest.

poor baby can barely even walk straight, he's so hard, leaning on you for support the entire time. you barely make it behind the saloon before you're pinning him against the wall and shoving your knee between his leg. telling him he's being such a needy little brat that this is all he's getting. it only takes a few humps for him to cum in his pants. -🌸

yesss keep em coming ugh... im such a brocon please any brother content is good content <3

MDNI ♡ Warnings: (step)bro seb, stepcest, incest, psuedo incest, depends on how you wanna read it tbh, submissive sebastian, exhibitionism, public, implied drugging

WC: 1125

More than anything he feels dizzy. Alcohol coursing through his veins in consistent thrums, making his fingertips all tingly and his knees all wobbly. Or, maybe that's because your knee is right between them; forcing them to part for big sisters viewing pleasure as he shivers against you with needy gulps of air. It can't all be the alcohol, right? Like... He's always wanted you, for sure, but there some sort of deep rooted instinct in the pit of his stomach that simply screams you. Like he'd die if not for the fact that you're holding his weight in your harsh hands. A need so desperate that he's never felt before, all for you.

His voice wavers too, all softspoken and pretty like, pliable under your rough hands currently tugging his shirt up, bunching it towards his mouth for him to suckle on in the meantime. Which is a shame, cause he'd have liked to have rambled on and on about how much he wants you, how nobody but big sister can make him feel better, that it feels sooo good to have your knee resting right under his balls that he might just cum from rubbing himself on you like this— but alas, you know him better than that.

Of course you do! You're his beloved big sister, been watching over him for god knows how long and tormenting him for even longer. You know that without the makeshift t-shirt gag that he's liable to cry out for you, alerting the saloon visitors and passer-by's to his deplorable predicament. You know that without the cloth barrier he'd be far too loud for your liking, a whispered shut up ringing in his ears when a whimper escapes him at the mere thought of getting caught like this, pinned to the wall and as horny as he's ever been for his own flesh and blood. With his legs spread, tummy out, and cock straining so hard against his tight skinny jeans that it'd be hard to miss it. How eager it is to be pressed against you already, his hips jutting forward in an attempt to seek your bully touch because nothing makes him feel quite as good; you've even ruined his own hand for him. And the burning need to be ruined by you is hard to ignore, setting his skin alight with yearning.

"You're so gross, y'know that?" You sneer at him, a pretty smirk on your face for him to gawk at, his brows furrowing in sheer desperation to prove you wrong.

But you're right, aren't you? Always are, as you so often have to remind him. He is gross. He is disgusting, rocking his hips back and forth on your thigh, barely experiencing much friction at all but just knowing that your knee is under him is enough to get him going. Only you, he thinks to himself. Only you could have him this destitute, so completely fraught with need for his perfect big sister that he can't help himself bet get off on her, both hands holding on to your leg for dear life and for better purchase to hump himself with.

"Dirty," you taunt him, one hand resting against the saloon wall, the other digging into his scalp so nicely that a moan crawls up his throat in response. "Fuckin' brat, pulling me out here just to get off? How pathetic can you get?" you laugh, and the sound goes right through him; all the way down to his profusely leaking tip that he wants to warn you is about to shoot a fat load in his pants, but he knows better than to remove the gag. And if anything, the thought of soiling himself like this—though embarrassing, fuck, that'd be just sooooo humiliating, wouldn't it?—has his tummy doing flips with butterflies. Lust pooling in his pants just for you. For his pretty sister and the way you hike your knee up higher, a sharp whine dripping from his tongue for you to laugh at some more. And it's sick how happy he is to hear you scold him in the form of laughter, dizzy with desire to debase himself in public for you like this, where anyone can see him acting out in such a lewd manner, fuck he's so close, it's silly how close he is in such a short amount of time, the feeling of your nails tugging on his hair proving to be too much for him to handle as he mimics the dig on your thigh.

"You're lucky I'm even doing this for you."

And God, you've got no idea how right you are. How his heart swells with love at your admission, eagerly nodding yes, yes! I'm so lucky to have you, big sis. So lucky that you've given me your knee to get off on, and that you're happy to let me hump myself stupid on it. But he can't offer you such praise with the spit soaked shirt in his mouth, so he instead narrows his eyes at you with a silent beg. Please let me cum. Angling his hips more downward to feel his red hot tip grind against the rough fabric of his jeans, and by extension, also his favourite thigh in the world. You must know how close he is by how tightly he grips you, right? If not, then certainly from how hard he shakes in your unfair grip, how he inches closer and closer to you, quite literally fucking himself towards you with every greedy thrust of his hips. He's never felt so needy before, and his perverted act only serves to turn him on some more.

Until he eventually follows through with his gross actions and cums in his pants. Right in front of you too, since you've provided him no means of escape. Teeth clenching down hard on his shirt as strings of saliva drip from his lips and onto his hands, falling forward into you to rest his heavy head on your shoulder, thankful that for once you don't pull away from him and instead allow him a moment to ride his orgasm out fully. Except, he just keeps cumming. What feels like an absurd amount spilling from his spent cock as he cries against your neck, dropping the shirt from his lips just to huff and pant as he towers over you, and yet still leans on you for some support.

He struggles to catch his breath, the wind knocked out of him from cumming so hard and so much, so much so that he barely registers your hand on his still rock hard cock until you harshly tug on it, a clear indication of one thing only: you want more.

#💌mail #🌸 anon

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fantasydaydreamers · 2 years

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💜7 mins in heaven with Dabi: Pt. 2💙

Continuation of Part 1

A soft gasp fell from your lips feeling cool metal sliding against your clit. Your eyes snap down to turquoise irises gazing up at you, lidded with desire. Touya was on his knees, staring at you with hooded eyes, his tongue currently spelling his name on your throbbing clit.

"Mine."

His lips lifted away to kiss your inner groin, making you twitch from the ticklish sensation, before returning back to your core. His hands run up both of your thighs, both his thumbs moving inwards to spread your puffy folds apart. A low groan came from his throat at the sight of your slick pussy. Your head was thick and foggy with lust, want, and need. Dizzying pleasure washes over you as his tongue piercing slides against you again, a low chuckle leaving his throat as you shiver against his mouth.

"Yeah? I'm going to make you count how many piercings I have when I finally push into-"

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

The loud alarm cuts through your sleep, your hand blindly reaching over with a groan to hit snooze. Silence fills the room again and the dull throb in your underwear was enough for you to furrow your eyebrows in annoyance. With your eyes still closed, you turn over and try not to think about last night.

...It was hard not to.

After getting a new drink in the kitchen with your friend, you didn't return back to the group; opting to wander around the party a little more, chatting with friends before telling your bestie you were going to head back to the dorms.

Thank God you controlled your drinking last night because you didn't wake up with a hangover but the ghost feeling of Touya's tongue-

Stop, (Y/n).

That damn dare...you still have no idea as to why he picked you. Before last night you've never interacted with him and purposely stayed out of his way.

Ugh...fuck...

He's just so hard to resist and you almost gave into him. The idea of kissing him...you're not even sure if he even has a tongue piercing!

Groaning, you flop back over again and reach for your phone to check your notifications. Dismissing a few app notifications and replying to your friend who mentioned spending the night with the guy they gave a lap dance to, the last notification catches your eye.

bvrnt.eros followed you

Tapping on the notification, it opens to Touya's page and your mouth opens slightly in confusion, scrolling through his pictures which mostly consist of thirst traps or aesthetic pictures of places he's been to. His captions were minimal, the black heart emoji his most used, but the comments were filled with thirsty girls begging for attention.

It was a worthless attempt though because it looks like Touya only bothers replying to his friends.

Of course. One-and-done like usual.

As you scroll back up, you contemplate following him back when another notification pops down.

bvrnt.eros sent you a message: hey

Cheeks flushing hot, you tap on the message that opens your dms.

you: what do u want?

Immediately the three dots pop up to show he's typing.

bvrnt.eros: well someone didn't sleep good

The dream flashes in your mind again and you've never been more relieved that he couldn't see your face. He starts typing again before you could respond.

bvrnt.eros: i was wondering if u wanted to go get a coffee sometime. either at the campus cafe or i can take us someplace off campus...

What exactly is he trying to do here?

you: im literally not going to sleep with you so this lil date trick you're doing isn't working

bvrnt.eros: i had a dream about u last night.

The sudden change in topic had your heart beating faster, not liking where this conversation was heading. Him too? No...he's playing a mind game.

you: uh huh....are you sure it wasn't the girl next door? that's room 3B hun.

bvrnt.eros: ooh it's been a while since i tamed a brat~

You roll your eyes.

bvrnt.eros: and it was definitely u. when u said last night about you being "on your knees" and "worshipping me like some God"....that gave me a pretty good nights rest dollface.

Asshole. Thoroughly finished with this conversation and beyond embarrassed, you tap out your goodbye.

you: go shove it.

bvrnt.eros: wait! do you think they're going to ask for part 3?

You close out of the app and toss your phone aside.

Not if it ends like this.

→ Part 3

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sicjimin · 4 months

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— Not Even Witchcraft Could Help —

a.n : hi! wow it's been like .. 3 months. it took a lot from me to muster up this supposed to be drabble .. i think i have lost my touch for writing lol because i dont even know what is this or is this good or ... whatever 🥲 i hope anyone that read this .. like it ? i guess ? this supposed to be a silly little drabble where Yoongi is a witch and trying to help his little sick human Jimin, but i got carried away as always so it becomes long .. im so sorry if this absurd or make nosense in anyway 😁

tw : emeto

To his defends, Jimin can say he has a quite strong immune. Well yeah, maybe isn't as strong as Seokjin, or Yoongi—his boyfriend—that could still function even after get rained on, living off 3 hours of sleep, and other quite sick-inducing habits. He got his fair shares of flu, but it's never bad. Maybe a nightly fever, congested nose, few days of cough, and then he's better.

It started when Jimin got home from his practice session with fever this afternoon. Stumbling into his apartment with half conscious mind as dizziness muddled his brain. He plopped into the couch, curled himself small there—tugging his coat as far as it can be to cover himself because the act to get a blanket properly is waay to exhausting for him. He just wanted to sleep. It didn't take long for him to lost against sleep, and only being awakened by a panicked Yoongi, as his boyfriend fussing to touch his forehead cheeks and even arms.

So, he can't really blame Yoongi to be this ... awkward tending his emotional-sick traits, as he currently sniffling after a whole good minutes of crying after throwing up bouts of the older (supposed to be) healing teas.

"Jimin-ah .. love .. you're sick? You're burning up! and why you still in this clothes? How long have you been here? Have you eat anything?"

Jimin groans, burrying his face further into one of their fluffy cushions as he felt even groggy after his short naps. "Mhm .. i think so?", he managed to croak out before his throat decided that the effort to speak was too much and burst into a fit of coughs. "My head hurts .. and cold ..", he added after sucking a big gush of fresh air. "I feel awful hyung"

He barely remember anything after that ; he vaguely remembered Yoongi fussing around him with warm chamomile tea, making him eat few spoonful of food, then he remembered getting drawn into a warm bath and suddenly he was on the bed. He also remembered Yoongi cuddled up against him, tucking the blanket high up under his chin, and play with his hair until everything is pitched black for him.

Jimin didn't know how long he has been asleep. But his distorted-feverish mind know that it's still night time or maybe dawn, judging from their dim bedroom with no hint of sunlight from the curtains—and soft snores from his boyfriend. Jimin stirs a little, feeling his stomach rumbles, except its not in a hungry way—but in a "i'm about to puke" kind of way. He winces, trying not to let out any moans or groans of discomfort as he shuffles away from the older sturdy chest. He huffs, grabbing his phone to check the time, but his eyelids seem to weigh a ton. His brain is foggy and lethargic as he rolls further.

"Ugh..." he mutters, putting down his phone and trying to get comfortable—coming into a realization that he's not awake by his own will. Not that his body decided to wake him up because he already got enough sleep; but because he's reaching the peak of his sickness.

Unfortunately, the little movement only worsens the feeling churning inside his bloated stomach—it keeps roiling around, making him feel like he'll be sick to his guts any minute now. The faint sense of dizziness that makes the bed spins a little when he moves also did not help his predicament.

With great effort, Jimin tries to move and sit up properly. His stomach rumbles more fiercely with each movement, the cramps growing in intensity. It's taking everything he got not to vomit, as the acidic bile keeps churning around inside of him. He takes a deep breath, trying to hold it all down as he slowly gets to his feet—he's going to be sick, and it's better safe than sorry. He didn't want to make Yoongi cleaned up the sheets right when he wakes up later.

Everything hurts.

"Fuck... this... this is not good...", Jimin mumbles, as he hobbles slowly to the bathroom—hands circling around his mid section as his guts growling and gurgling louder and louder with each step. He can taste the food Yoongi made him to eat few hours ago on his tongue as he burps on the bathroom treshold. He closes the bathroom door slowly, not wanting to make such a commotion that could wake Yoongi up. He huffs, closing his eyes as he grabs the edge of the toilet—feeling his inside rolls like clothes in washing machine—and begins to cough and gag. It was empty at first, but its thicken the nausea until he can't hold it back anymore. The foulness pours from his mouth in a heavy stream. His stomach heaving violently, pushing and contracting against itself as water and half digested food rushing to get out of his body. It's horrible, but it feels like some kind of relief.

"Ah ..", Jimin moans once it's over. He closes his eyes, breathing hard and gulping air, waiting for the next wave to hit—knowing that it's only the beginning. His clammy hands reached over his stomach, he hissed a little as the coldness of his palm burns against his feverish body, and begins to gently rubs it.

It aches.

"Min .. are you in there?"

Jimin is too busy shivering and wiping bile off his face to respond to Yoongi's voice right away. He leans up against the bowl, his body trembling, as he tries to catch his breath. "I... I'm okay. Just... got sick. That's all. I'm fine." The sourness of his voice sounds like it was dragged up from his stomach.

Jimin hears the footsteps coming closer, but he barely could pay any attention to it as he instinctively hunch over to brace for the next wave of retching. The bathroom door opens and he shut your eyes—already feeling water creeping up to his throat.

"Baby .. why didn't you wake me up?", Yoongi's deep yet soothing voice drawn around him, followed by his hand tracing along Jimin's spines. Jimin shuddered at the touch.

Yoongi continuous mumbles feels like a spell against the ringing on his ears. "This ...", Jimin spits as he tries to catch his breath, "Is digusting"

"I—", as Jimin attempts to speak, another surge of vomit rises up in his throat. He gags and it pushes out, this time with even more force. It's almost like he has to get his stomach's entire contents out as soon as possible before his body calms down. He grips the toilet bowl and shuts his eyes tightly.

"Breathe .. Jimin-ah, breathe .. you're okay .. let it out"

He hears the older chuckles, before a tissue comes into his eyesight. Jimin slumps down, and mumbles a small thankyou as he cleans up his nose and lips.

Gosh .. he must've look like a whole mess.

"You're sick, that's justified", Yoongi hums, tucking the younger sweaty hair in, "Are you feeling better?"

Jimin doesn't answer him right away as he tries to regain his strength slowly to come back to him. The nausea has subsided. But he's still reeling. His head still feels woozy. Not to mention his body feels exhausted and shaky from what just happened. "Mhm .. still nauseous though", he croaks out as he pats his stomach, assessing if it's safe for him to move around. "I will wait for few minutes here .. i'm afraid i will puke again if i move", he decides with a sigh, leaning against his boyfriend that quick to accept the sudden add of weight.

"Do you want something?", Jimin closes his eyes as he feel Yoongi's chest rumbles, "Mhm ... can you be my witch boyfriend right now and musters up your tea? Anything that could make this sickness away in 5 minutes .. i feel like death hyung .."

Jimin didn't need to rolls his body to see that the older is rolling his eyes as the latter scoffs, then there's a pinch on his cheeks.

Jimin pouts.

"You're a brat, you know. You hate those tea"

Jimin peels himself away, squeezing his eyes when the bathroom tilts a little.

"Please hyung? I think it's better than anything now", he whines as he rubs his nose bridge, then grinning when Yoongi sighing and leans forward, "Okay .. i will try to make it", he mumbles, ruffling Jimin's hair as he stepped out toward the kitchen.

"Hyung! Can you make it sweeter? It was sooo bitter last time"

"Mhm, noted, Your Majesty"

It takes more than few minutes, as Jimin already successfully migrates towards the bed without hurling his inside and dozes off few times, when Yoongi shuffles into the room with warm cup on his hand. "Here ..", the latter helps him sits up and hands him the tea. "Don't force yourself to drink it .. i know it tastes awful", he mutters sheepishly, maybe borderline worried as his eyes never leave the younger—as if he wants to tackles the cups away.

"Thank you hyung", Jimin mumbles as he takes a breath from the steam. It smells normal, and he feels a bit of awe as he could feel his head getting clearer and not as fuzzy as before.

This gonna works.

He takes a small sips, an icky, syrupy flavour immediately glued itself to the inside of Jimin's mouth, enveloping his teeth and tongue in a syrupy goo. He bravely gulped down the dreadful concoction, doing his utmost to stifle a gag and not reveal just how horrendous the tea was. As he cautiously lifted his gaze back to Yoongi, that eyeing him worriedly, he offered a nervous smile and a single nod, "Thanks, love, it tastes...better"

"Really?", Yoongi lifts one of his eyebrows, doubting his kind by default boyfriend, but also there's a hint of hopeful tone in there.

Jimin hums, taking a deep breath and take another gulp.

But maybe a sick body really can't lie—the response was fast and immediate, barely giving both of them time to react, as Jimin suddenly lurch into a loud gag. Yoongi's eyes widen, quickly swiped trashcan from the corner of their room, and places it under the younger lips as Jimin looks like he's one second away from bursting.

"Hyung .. i'm sorry—", Jimin chokes out before all the concoction he just drank and whatever was left over from the earlier gushing out of him in a big wave. It doesn't take much energy to bring everything up as suddenly everything is nauseating for him. His mouth feels like it's coated thick with the taste of the tea and it's overwhelming. His stomach responding to it with eagerly twisting his guts out and about. For a solid minutes, it's only Jimin's loud belches and gags along with Yoongi's worried murmurs that could be heard in that room.

"Hyung ... fuck .. i'm so sorry", Jimin sniffles when he's out of the nausea spells. His eyes glassy as he watches the older quietly put away the soiled trashcan, and takes away the cup from his shaky hands.

Jimin is about to cry as his words meet with silence—he watches the older busying himself to clean everything up, and it's when Yoongi in the bathroom, cleaning the trashcan that the bubbles burst. He feels guilty ; knowing that it's literally ass cracked of time, Yoongi is definitely tired after long day of works just like him, he had taking care of him earlier and yet Jimin not only thrown up his food—but also the tea that he Asks for. He already promised to drink it and push the older to make it when Yoongi himself know how it will turn out—Gosh .. he's really an awful boyfriend. Yoongi has doing a lot for him and yet—

"Jimin-ah .. hey .. breathe baby", Jimin didn't even realized that his breathe has come in a short intervals until Yoongi caresses his tears-coated cheeks, "Breathe .. it's okay, why are you crying?"

Jimin sniffles, for some reason, the question only makes his guilt swells even more. He looks up, letting Yoongi get ahold of his eyes—hoping that the witch could read his mind even his sight is blurry with tears—before letting himself falls into his boyfriend shoulders as the latter pulls him in with a chuckles, "Baby .. it's okay .. like i tell you earlier, i know the tea is awful. It's fine", Yoongi tries to say gently but the words fall flat and Jimin whines again. "No ..."

"What no?", Yoongi giggles now, "You just have thrown up too, there's no way your body can handle a bitter liquid shoved up like that .. it's okay", he adds, "Now let's not get yourself worked up, and rest .. okay? I will make you chamomile tea later, a normal one, no witchcraft involved"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!jimin #caretaker!yoongi

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