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buckybabieboy · 2 years

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So I've read several smut fics about Bucky's first time after 70+ years but never a combination of these:

- touch starved Bucky, him begging the reader to touch him where he needs it the most

- him being iper sensitive, just a simple touch makes him whimper

- cumming a lot, reader can't even manage to suck him or stroke him properly

- still being hard after cumming several times

- he's just a moaning mess who needs attention, his metal hand isn't enough anymore

- his thrusts getting harder and deeper while he loses himself in the feeling, not even able to form a sentence

...could you please write something like this? If the f!reader and Bucky are friends, friends with benefits, in a relationship, how it starts, how it ends... it's up to you.

Wow. Here goes nothin’ BAHAHA.

Starved.

⚠️TW: NSFW, sub!touch-starved!bucky, dom!fem!reader, blowjob(m!receiving,) p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slight overstimulation, cockwarming, Bucky being a touch starved and needy little thing, much more lol just read it

☁️Summary: You make Bucky cum for the first time(s) in over 70+ years. Your touch starved little baby.

📝A/N: Thx for this request babie. I tried my very hardest to include everything in here! P.S: I’ve been a very busy person lately, which meant no time for writing. I’m so very sorry! You guys sending in requests really motivates me though. <3 I even used some of your exact words if you look closely, anon ;)

You and Bucky had a relationship that was indescribable. He was honest and open around you, which was something that nobody else could ever say. Wherever you were, so was he, and you didn’t have a problem with that.

During the time you’ve spent getting to know Bucky, you��ve come to 2 conclusions; James Buchanan Barnes was a broken and damaged man, but that will never mean he’s any less worthy of love. You also noticed a certain desperation in him. The slightest touch would make him go rigid.

You can recall multiple occasions where you’d grab his hand, kiss his head, or simply pull him in for a hug and he’d be all flustered and glossy-eyed. He’d beg you to do those things again. To touch him literally anywhere. It didn’t matter where because to him, any sensation was a good sensation, just as long as it came from you.

Which led you to your second conclusion; Bucky was longing for touch. He was a touch starved, delicate, little thing that just needed to be taken care of. And you had no problem being the one to fulfill his needs.

As of right now, Bucky has made himself comfortable in your arms, eyelids shut and mouth agape as he indulges in your soft, delicate touch. He’s on your lap and facing you, so you notice even the slightest twitches of his beautifully flushed face. Your fingertips slowly scratch at his scalp, and you feel him fall limp in your arms, as if he’d given himself up to you.

“l- I love that, y/n. please don’t stop...” Bucky mumbles.

“when you touch me.. f-feels like m’ floating...” Bucky continues to babble and whimper from your simple movements. He’s literally shaking in your lap, which makes your mind wander into filthy places. You’re still awed about how the simplest touches from you make him go mad.

“yeah? feels good?” You ask quietly in response, and he nods his head yes. You feel subtle, but noticeable movements against the skin of your right thigh. His metal fingers were lightly tapping your thigh, as if he needed something to hold on to, to ground him here on earth so that his now ‘normal’ headspace wouldn’t become a fuzzy and floaty one.

“my sweet boy..” you whisper to him, brushing his hair away from his face and behind his ear. He gives you a weary and desperate look in response, and you give him a soft kiss on the nose as an attempt to calm him down. You began to feel something on your thigh again, but it wasn’t his metal fingers. You look down and see Bucky grinding against your thigh, whimpering and hyperventilating while doing so.

“f-fuck, I c-can’t! need more…” Bucky whimpers, hot tears falling from his baby blue eyes. He was so frustrated that he could never do it for himself, it was humiliating for him. You know he’s tried to cum by himself, but his metal hand just wasn’t enough. Poor little baby just couldn’t get himself there, and he needed you to do it. You wipe his tears with your thumb and begin to shush him. He was stiff in his pants, and the fact that he was wearing his comfy gray sweats didn’t make it any less obvious.

“shh… you’re okay James. What is it that you need, hm?”

Your voice was soft and delicate to his ears, which was something that Bucky appreciated. He was feeling so many things right now, it was all so overstimulating for him, but you’re sweet, sultry voice reminded him that he was okay.

“please do something. anything! it hurts, y/n… make it stop, please…”He whimpered, avoiding your eyes. His cock was leaked and stained his sweats.

His whimpers have gotten even more high pitched as he’s become more desperate for you. You palm him through his sweats which makes him jolt in your lap, practically screaming at the sensation. You haven’t even touched him yet and he’s already so spent.

“get up, baby. gonna take care of you now.” You whisper to him. He gets off of you and sits on the edge of your shared bed as you get down on your knees in front of him. You take off his shirt and undo the drawstring to his sweats, taking them off along with his boxers. You stare at his body in awe. He was so beautiful, so ethereal. All his scars and bruises were so perfect in your eyes. Even that metal arm of his, the one that he would be insecure about from time to time. Your eyes trail down to his aching cock, loads of precum having spilled out from before.

You get up to kiss him on his adorably pink lips before coming back down to leave a trail of kisses down both his trembling thighs.

“y/n, please! Please touch my cock, I need you there!” Bucky yelps at the feeling of your soft, plush lips kissing his legs. He’s so sensitive and whiny, just needing you to touch him where he needs it most. You hum in response and move up to his twitching cock. You plant a kiss on his tip, causing him to let out a gasp and buck his hips up towards you. You notice how stimulated and sensitive his cock is, which wasn’t very surprising. His cock must be aching from being hard and not releasing for so long.

“you’re so hard, sweet boy...let me know if it’s too much, okay?” You say before taking his red tip into your mouth, sucking on it softly. You make sure to make your movements slow at first, not wanting to overwhelm him. The moment your soft, moist lips wrap around him, you hear him stifle a pathetic whimper. When you’re halfway down his shaft, you begin play with his balls with one of your hands.

“keep goin… please don’t stop!” Bucky cries, both his hands gripping the sheets. You finally take his whole cock in your wet mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you go. Bucky had no idea such ecstasy existed; the feeling of your wet tounge on his sensitive cock was almost driving him mad. You could feel his poor cock pulsating in your mouth, which motivated you to continue your movements. You reach down into your shorts and rub yourself through your soaked panties. You didn’t even notice how wet Bucky’s pathetic sobs and whimpers made you.

“f-fuck, y/n that's so good! feels so, so good! gonna make me c-cum!” Bucky continues to babble and cry, the poor little baby couldn’t even manage to speak one complete sentence. He was literally finding it hard to breathe because of the way you were making him feel. This would be the first time in over 70 years since he’s last had an orgasm, so he could feel every little thing. Every flick of your tounge, the vibrations of your moans, the way your fingers fondled with his balls.

Bucky’s chest rises and falls as he pants heavily, shaking and trembling as he cums in your mouth, his cum painting the back of your throat. He didn’t even notice how much he was cumming until he felt the cold air hit his sensitive cock after you let it out of your mouth. Replacing your mouth with your hand, you start to pump him. Loads of cum continue to spurt out of his cock in long white strings, coating your hand and his spasming thighs.

“y/n...can’t stop..” Bucky whimpers wearily as he thrusts his hips rapidly into your fist.

“awh, can’t stop cumming, sweet boy?” you coo at him, continuing to pump his spasming cock, milking him for all he’s got. His cock and your hand were now painted white with his cum. Once you’ve pumped out the last of his creamy warm liquid, you sit next to him on the bed so you could check on him. He immediately falls into your arms, whimpering and babbling like a little baby.

“need more..wan-wanna be inside you...please? please let me be inside you, i need it!” Bucky cried. Your sweet baby boy was sobbing, visibly frustrated because he still wasn’t satisfied, and you didn’t expect him to be after only one orgasm.

“shh, of course you can, baby. you can have anything you want.” you assure him, understanding how overwhelming this all must be for him. You take his hands in yours and kiss them, and an adorably pathetic whine escapes from him.

His precious eyes glistened, tears falling from them. He was so desperate for you; he’d probably take anything you gave him at this point. You take off your clothes before scooting back on the bed, laying down and spreading your legs for him. You smile at how Bucky just stares at you, eyes wide at the sight of your wet, glistening pussy.

“you can touch me, y’know” Bucky's precious turquoise eyes narrow at your words, as if he wasn't certain this was real, as if none of this was, and he was merely dreaming of this euphoria he was experiencing right now. Before you knew it, he’s scrambling to get above you as he thanks you over and over again.

His flesh fingers glide over your silky skin, traveling from your cheek, down to your neck, before hesitating over your boobs. His cheeks have become flushed, and you giggle softly at how adorable he is. You take his hand in yours and place them on your tender breast, and you watch at how his once flustered and shy expression became a hungry and erotic one. You give him a soft kiss on his plush lips before gently grabbing his aching cock and aligning it with your entrance.

“m’ ready whenever you are, baby” you coo. Bucky nods his head in response, and slowly enters you. He gasps at the sensation and remains motionless inside of you for some time as he tries to get used to the intense and overwhelming sensation of your warmth.

“too much f’you?” You ask him, more than willing to call it quits if he wanted to. Your main focus was to keep him comfortable. You only receive a breathy “nuh uh” in response, and before you knew it, Bucky was pounding into you relentlessly. “Bucky!” You moan blissfully, throwing your head back against your pillow, and wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him even closer.

“f-fuck y/n, s-so warm! feels so good!” Bucky slurs as he continues to jackhammer into you, the feeling of your wet pussy tightening around his cock sending him into overdrive. He buries his head into your neck, whimpering and whining for you.

You bring your hands to his hair, tangling your fingers in his soft brown locks, which is something that Bucky couldn’t get enough of. You were practically screaming at the way he thrusted in and out of you rapidly. Each time he’d thrust back into you, he’d hit that spot inside you that sends you right over the edge.

“Bucky, you’re doing so well, making me feel so good!” you praise him. He rutted into you even harder at your praise. The sounds you were both making were those of a pornographic film, one you would definitely watch.

Bucky was a pathetic, babbling mess for you, tears streaming down his face from how good you feel.

“m-my cock... s-so deep inside you...!” Your sweet boy was so pussy drunk; he couldn’t form a complete sentence. His thrusts only got harder and deeper as he loses himself in your feeling. He sobbed, the thought of filling you with every last drop of his cum making his balls tighten.

“fuckfuckfuck, so close! can I please cum in you? can i? want to cum in you, y/n! I need it!” Bucky pleaded as he continued railing into you balls deep like a savage animal.

“Go on, sweet baby. cum in me, fill me up.” You say between heavy pants. Your back arches, your hips meeting his as you chase your own orgasm. Bucky’s mind went blank as he released his load into you, his cock pulsating extremely fast in your pussy, which in turn makes you cum right after him. He never stopped his thrusts into your now sensitive and fucked out pussy.

“James, too much okay? m’ sensitive..’’ you mumble shakily, trying to recover from that intense orgasm you just had.

“please, y/n.. one more, just feels so good..”

You nod your head, giving him permission to cum a second time. You tried to pay no mind to how overstimulated you are as Bucky begins to fuck you into the bed, chasing his orgasm for the third time today. He gripped your hips and angled you so he could get deeper inside you.

You scrunch your face in discomfort at the almost unbearable sensations you were feeling, but the pain quickly subsided into an undeniable pleasure. Your legs begin to tremble around Bucky’s waist, and you bite your lip to stifle a whimper.

Bucky leaned down to bury his face in your neck again, and you felt hot tears fall onto your skin. He wanted to scream out-- his third orgasm was only seconds away, but he couldn’t manage any words. Only broken and pathetic whimpers came from him, as he railed in and out of you, over and over again, neither of you caring how overstimulated you were. An intense shiver runs down your spine and through your body. You almost couldn’t take it anymore, the feeling of his swollen cock hitting your g-spot making you lose all control,

“fuck Bucky, gonna make me cum again!” You wail. You can feel that he’s close too, his cock twitching madly inside your velvety walls. Bucky lets out the most broken and pathetic cry as he bites your shoulder, making you wince slightly.

“y/n..feels so good, feels so fucking good..” Bucky cries softly in between thrusts. “f-fuck! m’ gonna cum inside you again!”

“go ahead, baby. m’ right behind you..” You whisper as you stare at his beautifully fucked out face, nearing your orgasm as well. His thrusts become sloppier and more desperate as he cries out for you.

You watch Bucky’s eyes roll back as his warm cum fills you up. You follow after him, pussy fluttering around his pulsating shaft. Your liquid drips out your pussy and onto the bed. He thrusts in you balls deep a few more times before falling limp on top of you, cock still buried inside you.

You and Bucky were both too exhausted to move as you lay there panting heavily. Your fingers massage his sweaty scalp, and his breathing begins to even out slowly.

“that was so.. you made me feel so-” Bucky tries to speak, but only manages to make a few words come out. You kiss his head softly, and he sighs contently as you continue to play with his hair.

“you did so well, Jamie...” You praise him before looking at the alarm clock on the nightstand beside you.

“come on, Buck. It’s getting late. let’s clean up, okay?”

Bucky shakes his head no at your words as he buries his face deeper into your neck.

“don’t wanna pull out just yet. you feel so warm..” Bucky mumbles, pulling the covers over the both of you. He was already exhausted from cumming all those times today, and the feeling of your fingers playing with his hair ever so softly made him even more sleepy. Just this once you would make the exception of sleeping on sheets this dirty. If it were anyone else you would have refused immediately.

“okay love, we’ll stay here for a while then.” you coo at him, shifting slightly and relaxing in the position you were in. Bucky lets out the cutest little yawn, and a few moments after, begins to softly snore. You stay there, watching your little baby looking the most peaceful you’ve ever seen him.

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snowberrycherry · 1 year

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hiii could i req where we give könig a bj for the first time ? ❣️

obvi! 🤭🤭 thx 4 requesting i love YOU

[a/n] i’m gonna edit this in the morning so ignore any mistakes

Kiss x 3

könig x reader

warnings: friends to ???, oral (m receiving), readers gender is not specified, minors pls dni

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You two would often have rather personal conversations. In other words, you knew everything he did sexually and he knew everything you did. Therefore, it what somewhat unexpected when he admitted something to you.

“So you,” he watched as you pointed a finger right at his chest, “Have never gotten your dick sucked before?” He shook his head, “Nope”. He wasn’t embarrassed about it, but sometimes these sorts of topics made his face go bright red. He had known you for quite some time now and got used to your bluntness, he always knew you meant no harm though. “Have you ever wanted to?” you questioned him again. “A few times I guess,” he replied, suddenly pretending to be extremely interested in his watch. “Okay, but with who?”

He quickly raised his head up looking at you like you had figured it out, his secret. When you two had first become friends he was happy he finally had company, someone he could talk to about anything and everything. However, when your friendship deepened, he no longer could push down his feelings for you. Every thought he had was only consumed by you. He never said anything though, scared he would ruin something good with his own selfish wants. He raised his eyebrows at you, “It really doesn’t matter.. anyways, do you want to go do something? We can go for a walk or I think-” His words got caught in his throat when you cut him off.

“Can I?” He instantly knew what you meant, but a part of him was in disbelief, refusing to let your question sink into his mind. “Can you what?” his heart was starting to beat faster, he could feel the heat on his neck getting warmer by the second. “You know…suck you off?” He could feel his face getting redder than ever before. “But we’re friends…” he whispered back. “So? that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends anymore.” You smiled at him, making his heart flutter. He needed this so bad. He had waited so long, possibly failing to understand you had the same feelings?

“Yes,” he whimpered, “Please”. You grinned, grabbing his hand, and tugging him over to his bed. His palms became sweatier as you pushed him down to sit at the edge running your hands all over his body.

“You're so perfect”. His stomach erupted with butterflies at your confession, biting on his lip in anticipation. Your hands traveled down to the band of his pants slowly undoing his belt. You peeled them off, tossing them next to you on the ground. He squeezed his eyes shut when you started giving small kisses on his clothed cock. He nearly started crying when he felt the wetness of your tongue drag over him in a single lick. “Please don’t stop”, he begged like you already had him in your mouth.

You giggled pulling his boxers fully off. You gently took his length in your hand and started to jerk him off as gently as possible. “Tell me if it’s okay,” you say softly. He responded with a whine, reaching out to play with your hair. You gave his tip firm kiss followed by another light lick. You repeated the motion a few more times as his fingers moved stroked your face delicately. He almost let out a cry when he felt you spit on his cock, coating him with your saliva. “Your turn, spit” you ordered . He definitely wouldn't last long, he thought to himself as he let a string of his own saliva fall down onto his length. The action itself was so filthy he almost came right then and there, but he would force himself to hold it out. He needed to know what your lips around him would feel like.

You swirled your tongue all over his shaft, mixing the wetness, and adding more slickness in the process. You lower your mouth halfway down and began to suck ever so slightly. The shaky sounds that were coming from his mouth urged you on. He felt you pulled off for a second and let out a confused sob.

Before he could protest anything, he smacked a hand over his mouth as he stared in awe as you shoved your mouth down all the way down, taking as much as you could. Your lewd choking sound resonated throughout his entire room, making his legs start to tremble with lust. You lifted your head panting for air before once again forcing as much of his length as you possibly could. “You don’t have to do that” he stated, noticing how you were struggling to breathe.

“But I want to” your voice muffled as you attempted to talk while bobbing up and down. You looked up at him to see him looking intently at how much you could fit his length down your throat like he was infatuated with the sight of you trying to fit all of him in your mouth . It seemed like a challenge to you. The wet, filthy sounds filled the air blending with you trying your hardest not to gag. You pulled off of him, spitting on him once again moving your hand up and down. His legs started to shake even more intensely, giving you an unspoken warning that he was about to cum.

You placed your lips on his tip, sucking lightly while your hands jerked the rest of him. He squeezed his eyes even tighter shut as he felt his lower stomach tighten. His cum came leaking out right into your tongue. “Wait” he moaned, “You don’t need to swallo-” The shocked look on his face was priceless as you drank up everything he gave you with no hesitation. You started to clean him up by lapping up all the excess come that had dripped down onto the base of his cock. His hips started to shake with overstimulation, so your lips left him with a loud, final pop. You could tell he wanted to say something, scrambling to find the right words. “You taste so good König”.

It was beyond exhilarating for him. Never in a million years could he have imagined this scenario. Your eyes were slightly watered with the stain of tears on your cheeks and your disheveled hair all over the place. The way you made him come was better than anyone else had done before. You stood up straddling his lap, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck. “Can I kiss you?” he murmured placing his hands on your hips, feeling the butterflies in his stomach again. “Yes,” you laughed pressing your lips against his in a long-overdue kiss. It was gentle, with a special, hidden intention behind it that he couldn't quite figure out when your voice broke through his reflection, “Do you wanna keep going?”

He traced his lips to your neck, rubbing soft circular motions on your waist, taking in the moment he was living in.

“Anything for you”

#könig x reader #könig mw2 #könig #könig cod #könig smut #könig x you #cod mw2 #cod smut #IWANTHIM #könig modern warfare

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moneymartin · 7 days

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・❥・- one more?

summary: kate comes home tired and needy :( part two to this fic. build up drabble to part three

warnings: none! fluff cause its kate :3 this is kinda shorter than the last one soz. again, every divider is a skip. most are constant cuz im lazy. didn’t know how to end oops!!!

rpf dont read it if ur uncomfy thx

a/n: all yjs reqs r still itw soooo they’ll be out soon poopies 🙄 also my single part drabble for kate is lowk marinating in my drafts and i don’t have the motivation to finish it…

its been 5 months since you and kate finally ended up together. pretty long, right? but you two never really got the hang of this thing, especially after remembering how long those feelings between you two had been brewing up for. it was still hard for you to show up to her games and practice due to soccer season, and the second it ended, you showed up to nearly every single one of them.

“i really can’t come this time, baby, i told you!” you grumble while kate drags you across the dorm. they had their practice game at carver today but you couldn’t make it, which made kate upset. “dilanni is gonna kill me if i don’t show up.” your soccer team needed to show up together for this fundraiser, and it was during the offseason. fucking lame. you hated letting her down all the time but some things like this just needed to be done.

kate’s fingers grip at your sweater sleeve, her eyes soft, and lips slightly pouting. “can you please just say you feel sick!? you’ll finish quicker than i will and it’s not like they won’t let you in.” she begs and tugs a little at it. her height makes you a little overwhelmed but she’s slightly bent at the knees and trying to make herself seem smaller than she really is. “kate, its just practice. its not like its the final fours yet.” you sigh and make her stand up straight. your eyes dart to hers and you bring your hands up to cup her face. the way she leans into your touch makes your face flush up like never before.

“yeah, but you always show out! i know we’re still trying to keep this on the down low still but i love pointing at you in the crowd before i make a shot during our practices.” she complains, trying to pull her head away from your hands but you keep her in place like a vice. your thumb brushes up against her face and she sighs under her breath. all those shots that she makes have all been for you ever since. and you didn’t even know that. everything she did on the court was meant for you. “i’ll make a deal with you, okay?” your words make her feel a little bit better and she nods ecstatically.

“when you get back we can do whateverrrr you want to make you feel better about me not showing up. does that sound good?” you propose, the idea crossing your mind after you realize that she just wants to spend that time with you while her teammates try to piece together this big puzzle. none of them know other than caitlin, and they’re completely unaware of you and kate’s relationship. “yes! okay, deal! deal deal deal…!” she blurts out and smiles stupidly, leaning her head towards you again as a sign that she wants a kiss.

you give it and let go of her face, wrapping your arms around her waist quickly and pressing another big kiss to her cheek. “don’t work yourself too hard out there.” you breathe out and pat her back before letting go of it. “this fundraiser should only be an hour, trust me.” kate just shrugs and smiles again, less big but you still know that she’s pretty happy at your little proposition for when she gets back. the moment you walk out of that door, her face drops and she rubs awkwardly at the back of her neck. she’s alone now, and doesn’t know what to do. you’ve been with her for every game and every practice so she’s lost most of her motivation to go. “aw, dang it..”

after your little fundraiser, you come home exhausted and dreary when you realize kate is gone too. you two are exactly the same person, lost without one another. it’s cute but sometimes it’s hard. this whole relationship thing is such a different concept and it makes your head hurt. the lock clicks on the door and you dig through your closet, finding a pair of pjs and some small shirt kate likes seeing you wear for ‘some reason’. which is what she says every time you ask.

a quick change and your casual clothes scatter across the floor before you basically face plant into the pillows. a warm feeling fills up your body while you fall asleep, a feeling that seems different still without kate. you two always sleep and take naps together so this is another thing you have to get yourself used to.

the stupid fundraiser ran longer than it should have. at least another 30-45 minutes extra and you weren’t very prepared for it. kids were all over the place too and you were somewhat on babysitting duty? according to your teammates. you stood with all the kids for at least an hour and the questions they asked you were probably the stupidest things ever.

the sound of the door opening is what wakes you up, fingers instinctively rubbing your eyes and sitting up. you’re met with the sight of kate rummaging sluggishly through her backpack and taking out clothes. she mumbles out a small ‘hi’ and yawns, walking into the bathroom. the sound of the shower hits your ears and you just lay back down, trying to keep yourself awake to fulfill that proposal you made earlier.

a few moments after the shower turns off, the bathroom door opens and your mattress shifts in weight, a few drops of water coaxing you to open up your eyes. kate is sitting on the edge of the bed and she tucks herself in, burying her face into your neck. “how was practice?” you mutter, moving her wet strands of hair to sprawl out on the bed. she grumbles into your neck instead of instantly responding. “tiring, huh?” you ask.

“extremely.” she whispers breathily and looks up at you. kate’s eyes are slightly droopy and her lips are pursed. your arm wraps itself around her back and you tilt her head up with your hand, making her look up at you as you start rubbing her temples gently. kate’s eyes are opening and closing continuously while your fingers continue to massage her head and she huffs heavily a few times.

you push kate’s head into your neck again and slide your hands onto her shoulders, patting them gently to make her fall asleep easier. she doesn’t though. instead, she hoists her head up and quickly locks her lips with yours, grabbing your waist and holding herself up with her arms. her fingers are gripping at the bedsheets tight and she’s kissing you a little bit too hard. not that you mind, of course. “mmmf.. hey?” you pant and pull away from the kiss, making eye contact with kate and realizing where she’s placed her hands.

“i’m just kissing you.” kate mumbles and doesn’t even bother waiting for you to finish catching your breath. she kisses you again, propping herself up on her elbows and grabbing your arms to wrap around her waist. “y- yeah! but like… let me get a breather at least.” you laugh quietly. you’re still trying to catch your breath and the more you try to get away, the more persistent she becomes. “c’mon. you’re just sleepy, baby. get your butt to bed and you’ll be alllll good in the morning.” you smile and push her shoulders down.

kate ends up falling onto your body and her nose brushes up against your cheek, her lips running up and down your neck as she starts kissing all over it. “one more..” she rasps out and slides her hands underneath your shirt. she starts to claw your back a few times, whining into your neck when you try to push her away. “kate, please.” you grunt and pull back, nearly falling off of the edge of the bed.

her face is the same one as earlier. her big, pretty blue eyes going soft and her lips pouting. she looks like a sad puppy and you hate it. you hate how you can’t say no to it. “just one more! this is the last one and i’ll sleep, i swear.” kate spits out and tilts her head to the side. she yawns, her eyes getting watery and now you know that it’s basically over for you. “i can’t.” you mutter. “yes, you can. it’s just one more kiss, babe. please?!”

“all you have to do is give me one, and i’ll sleep!”

“you say this all the time! you’re gonna say that you’ll ‘sleep after’ but the second my lips land on yours, you’re gonna act like an animal.”

“that’s not true.”

“oh, yeah? watch.”

you cup her cheeks and she grabs your waist gently, your lips going in for one quick one. when she feels how warm you are and how much you’re trying to really prove a point, she just helps your claim anyways. kate’s lips are against yours again, kissing hungrily.

i mean, she’s practically eating away at your face.

#um this is so bad.#bye #kate martin x reader #wcbb x reader #wbb x reader #that pic of her is so cute

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oozedninjas · 2 months

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can I please get something featuring sick!Leo, and a reader that is taken by surprise when he shows symptoms? it could be anything pls and thx

But Tim, are you implying Leo's going to self-sacrifice himself even in small circumstances??? YES HE IS

SFW / Still an 18+ blog so MDNI / Leo and the reader are early -hirties

"Careful, baby," you kindly cautioned him.

Leo shot you a glance as he positioned the recently unpacked television over its designated cabinet. He wiped his forehead as you approached with a glass of cold water.

You had recently landed a new –better paying– job and found a nice loft near the lair. The place was a chaos of boxes and scattered things. Moving was always a bit messy at first, but that was precisely why you asked Leo for help. Who better than him to put things in order?

"Thanks for coming; you saved me," you said, placing a kiss on his cheek.

He smiled at your words, accepting the glass. You noticed his hand was shaking slightly.

"My pleasure," Leo said, half-panting before gulping down the water.

You frowned. Did he get tired just by pulling the TV up the cabinet? That wasn’t like him at all. You sharpened your eyes, observing his movements. They weren't as smooth as usual, and he hadn't tried to make conversation. In fact, Leo looked rather... well, less vibrant.

"Hey, are you alright?"

You reached out to cup his cheek, but he rejected the contact, kindly motioning back.

“Yeah. What else do you need help with?”

A stiff smile appeared on his face. Your brow quirked. Judging by the way his gaze deliberately avoided the illuminated points of your apartment and how his lips looked dry even after recently drinking water, you knew he wasn’t telling the truth.

“Leo,” you scolded. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look kinda… pale,” you said after a few moments, trying to find a word to describe his new –definitely not normal– skin tone.

“I’m okay, just tired. Let’s finish, shall we?” he said, avoiding your gaze as he walked towards the kitchen. “You want the clock here, right?”

Leonardo gestured to the place above the counter, but before he could do anything else, his body simply short-circuited. In the blink of an eye, he lost balance, tried to reach out to hold himself on the small round table near him but failed, falling and taking the table with him.

“Leo!” you rushed to his side.

He pressed a hand to his temple. “It’s pounding…” he commented in a lower voice, more to himself than to you.

“I knew something was off. What's going on?”

“I’m fine… I just-" He paused, looking at your worried expression and feeling a pang of guilt for hiding the truth in the first place. “Donnie wanted me to join him in this video game contest. We were at it for about two days straight.”

“Jesus,” you whispered, shaking your head, “Babe, we're not nineteen anymore. You can’t mess up your sleep schedule like this.”

“I know. But it was important to him.”

You hummed, your gaze softening as you helped him up.

“Well, you should’ve told me. If I had known, I wouldn’t have asked you to come here in the first place,” you told him, gently.

“Sorry. I wanted to see you, and lend a hand.”

You looked at him with a softened gaze. You couldn’t really be angry when the only thing he always did was try and be there for you, even when it wasn’t good for his health. You let out a deep sigh.

“It's okay. Just make sure to tell me if it happens again, okay? For now, let me take care of you.”

“What? No, I’ll go back to–”

“I’m not taking no for an answer tonight, babe. I won't let you walk around half-fainting in the night,” you asserted, cupping his face in your hands. “Let me take care of you.”

“Thank you,” Leo whispered, leaning a little more on you.

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whyse7vn · 7 months

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MIDLIFE CRISIS -

[ ot7 x reader ]

JIMIN OLD ERA

8 participants - 8 online

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namjoon: why are you guys so quiet today

what did you do??

just tell me so i can fix it pls and thx

hobi: idk I’m at the studio

y/n: omw to the studio so idk x2

jk: i am at home

tae: i am also at jungkooks home (and y/ns i would never forget u my queen i love ur house) maybe yoongi got into a fight again idk

yoongi: i am watching tv

not fighting

that was one time

hobi: didn’t you break woozi’s nose literally last week and harassed scoups a week before that?

jin: he also did knock out that one staff guy last month

namjoon: he did

and luckily when the guy woke up he couldn’t remember anything and didn’t sue

yoongi: you know about all that?

stop stalking me

freaks.

hobi: people talk yoongi!!!

tae: AND HE PUNCHED ME YESTERDAY

y/n: YOU BROKE WOOZI’S NOSE??????

tae: ok but yoongi also punched ME like who even is woozi when he’s at home????

yoongi: me but if i was ugly homeless untalented and had a broken nose

jin: yoongi is woozi’s evil twin

y/n: WHAT DID WOOZI EVER DO TO YOU??

yoongi: idk a woozi

namjoon: we are getting off track

jimin jin what did you do??

jimin: NOTHING I SWEAR IT WASN’T ME LITERALLY MAKING A SANDWICH RN

jin: i was cleaning haven’t done anything promise

namjoon: who is lying to me

pls tell me i really don’t have time for this rn

y/n: i vote jimin why is he shouting never trust a man that shouts

also tae get the fuck out my house rn

and can i get a little context about this woozi situation….

tae: cant wait for u to come home #sleepover

jimin: ITS NOT ME I SWEAR ALSO I THINK I BROKE MY PHONE I CANT TAKE CAPSLOCK OFF HELP

I VOTE JIN CUZ FYM UR CLEANING

jin: it means i me cleaning?

is he stupid? anyways i vote y/n cuz she’s a sick little liar and is probably causing problems

y/n: i’m literally in a car rn i’m not doing anything

YOONGI ANSWER UR PHONE RN

yoongi: read my message i sent you :3

hobi: i vote tae

jk: same

tae: wtf jungkook

jk: sorry u are taking real long in the toilet for all i know you could of jumped out the window and stabbed 46 people

tae: no cuz ur so right

but i haven’t btw namjoon if ur wondering

namjoon: ur all stressing me out

stop arguing

and NO sex talk please

jimin: ??????

yoongi: who is arguing?

jin: and who is talking about sex?

namjoon: oh

um okay

cool

good

yoongi: freak

hobi: yoongi about to send u this song listen to it pretty pls with a cherry on top >.<

yoongi: k

jk: guys pls someone bring me bread

i ate all my bread

y/n: will get some on my way home

yoongi i stg answer ur phone

jk: blushing

yoongi: :3333

jimin: PLS SOMONE HELP ME HOW DO I FIX THIS

jin: it’s probably a issue in ur settings

maybe idk

have you checked?

jimin: WILL DO THAT

namjoon: this feel extremely wrong

is everyone ok?

hobi: yes yes

yoongi: 👍🏻

jimin: YEAH

tae: yh

jin: yup

jk: yes mr namjoon

y/n: ofc !!

but woozi is not can we pls address the woozi situation yoongi did NOT answer me

namjoon: okay

why do i feel like something is wrong then

everything is wayyyyy to calm

it’s like

domestic almost

in a strange way

its unsettling

jin: then settle? idk what to tell you

jk: domestic malewife 🥺

my dream

y/n: ????

namjoon: no one is threatening to kill anyone

ur not taking about sex

nothing about feminism

or tae being broke

no jk vs yoongi

jin vs jimin????

hobi isn’t singing

no drug talk

and not one of you is on drugs right now??

guys be fr

what’s wrong?

jk: do you want me to get high rn??????

i can do it

if you want

i can

just say the word

namjoon: no wtf???

i would LIKE if you guys told me what the fuck you’re hiding from me

jin: let’s talk about what UR hiding joon

y/n: OMG WHY ARE WE NOT CONCERNED THAT YOONGI BROKE WOOZIS NOSE LIKE HELLO?????

namjoon: what i’m hiding????

i’m not hiding anything

jimin: IS IT FIXED NOW GUYS?

tae: when life gets tough you need to fix yourself

or you won’t be fixed

jk: woah

yoongi: what?

hobi: it’s cold as fuck toady

y/n: HIS NOSE HELLO??? ITS BROKEN

jk: tell him to fix it

because if he doesn’t fix himself he won’t be fixed

tae: the way jungkook just gets it 🥺

jin: don’t lie kim namjoon

namjoon: i really don’t know what ur talking about but ok??

anyways u guys are still bothering me but not in a i want to bash my head against a wall sense like normal

but in a are they being held at gun point sense

can you all snap out of it??

jk: don’t bash ur head joon

namjoon: im not

that is my problem

yoongi: sounds like you are

namjoon: you guys did something real fucked up didnt you that’s why ur acting like this

you can tell me

i wont get mad

hobi: ok can you shut up ohmygod

jimin: LITERALLY JOON UR GREAT AND ALL BUT WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT PLS SHUT THE HELL UP

jk: can you not shout pls ur scaring people

jimin: I CANT HELP IT

jk: sorry i’m just a ugly pig then

yoongi: ur so dramatic

tae: don’t worry kookie small men often carry a large amount of rage that’s why jimin is shouting

don’t take it personal

jimin: ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ME??

y/n: ok so you guys really don’t gaf about woozi???

jk: what is that???

yoongi: literally

tae: y/n can you also buy cheese for us when you come back

jk: cheese 🤤

y/n: whatever….

namjoon: wow ok

i’ll just go then?

jk: baiiii ^^ 💞✨

namjoon: no this feels so wrong

y/n: go take a nap joon

hobi: bros just yapping away like 💀

tae: GO

namjoon: did you guys kill someone?

be honest with me im begging

jin: maybe if we ignore him he’ll go away

jimin: fixed my keyboard

thank god amen #lifeisgood

namjoon: guys

jk: i’m a man not a guy

yoongi: what

hobi: do you think maybe this is his midlife crisis?

jin: i thought the whole rap monster thing was his midlife crisis

y/n: he was like 18 then?

jin: i didn’t expect him to live long

jimin: start of life crisis

tae: maybe namjoon himself is the crisis

namjoon: you guys are my crisis

y/n: we haven’t even done anything

namjoon: can you guys do something

hobi: ur really loosing it

namjoon: don’t make ME do something

hobi: wtf is namjoon threatening me rn?

jimin: what is the worst namjoon can do be fr

namjoon: i have like 127 snipers on ur house rn shut the fuck up

jimin: wtf???????

y/n: nct core

namjoon: me y/n and tae had a threesome

jk: WHAT??????????????

jin: I KNEW IT I KNEW IT

jimin: oh my actual god

tae: I HIT I HIT GUYS I DID IT ALL OF YOU THAT PRAYED ON MY DOWNFALL LOOK AT ME NOW LOOK AT ME

namjoon: but that’s not the first time we fucked

minus tae ofc

tae: wait what

hobi: oh wow

namjoon: on jungkooks birthday last year

yoongi: laughed

namjoon: and at a sleepover we all had at yoongi’s house

yoongi: oh

jk: WHAT THE FUCK

y/n: i am going to kill you

namjoon: i have almost asked her to be my girlfriend

y/n: what

namjoon: on multiple occasions

jk: THIS HAS TO BE FAKE OMGSHH2£:£!£3:;&;’cmnfkknfmfnc

y/n: namjoon

namjoon: i’ve tried to get taehyung kicked out of the group a total of 29 times

tae: WHY WTF

????

OMG

BETRAYAL OF THE CENTURY

WHAT THE HELL

jin: LMAO that’s crazy as hell

namjoon: i have never eaten a single dish jin has ever cooked for me

jin: ARE YOU SICK?????????

I SLAVE AWAY IN THE KITCHEN

AND FOR WHAT???

FUCKING UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF SHIT

NEVER COOKING FOR U AGAIN

WOW IM SO PISSED

FUCK YOU

UGLY FUCK

namjoon: when we debuted i believed jimin was the ugliest man i had ever seen and felt physically ill when people would flirt with him because wtf were they seeing??

jimin: WOW

WOOOOOW

wow

that’s crazy actually

do u even fw us be honest

hobi: definitely fw y/n that’s for sure!!!

ok i’m sorry i didn’t mean it i don’t want to know what you have to say im sorry i just saw the opportunity PLS IM SORRY IM SORRY

namjoon: ur mother used to send me money so i would hang with you

hobi: ur telling me our sunday bonding days weren’t actually sunday bonding days 🥲

namjoon: i wanted to shoot myself in the head

jimin: what the actual fuck is happening

jk: HES LYING HES LYING THERE IS NO WUAYS HES LYINGGGGGGG

namjoon: why would i be lying?

y/n: namjoon you need stop talking

yoongi: namjoon kill yourself

jk: YEAH KILL YOURSELF

namjoon: thank you

jimin: this is by far the craziest degradation kink i’ve ever seen

namjoon: argue

yoongi: you want us to argue?

are you high?

jk: HES HIGH HE IS I KNOW IT

HE WOULDNT SAY ALL OF THAT SOBER

tae: waittt namjoons first high 💞💞💞💞

jimin: that makes sense

he don’t even know what he’s talking about rn lmao

not even mad anymore

i’m happy for u bro

namjoon: no i definitely do know what i’m talking about

i just want you guys to act normal

tae: it’s okay ur doing great joonie

namjoon: I AM NOT HIGH STOP

y/n: you have to be cuz wtf

jk: im confused

namjoon: shut up

jk: why is namjoon fighting me

namjoon: i literally slept with y/n

jk: STOP IT MAKE HIM GO AWAY

PLEASE

jin: IDC IF HES OFF FUCKING COKE RN

he’s actually so fucked up and insane for saying that TO ME LIKE TO ME MY COOKING ARE YOU INSANE??????

what a SHIT leader…

hobi: i think maybe he needs to hug a tree rn

stay grounded or smth

yoongi: bro is off the trees rn wydm

namjoon: i am “off” absolutely nothing rn maybe i’m just really concerned for you all

and maybe just maybe it’s you guys’ fault for making me have to act and talk insane so YOU GUYS can act and talk insane and make me feel at peace in life

you made me like this

all you do is cause me stress

this is ALL UR OWN FAULT

tae: i am NOT reading that essay 😭

jimin: omg we are all literally being gaslit by kim namjoon rn what the actual fuck is life

namjoon: im sick of you all

ur ageing me

y/n: i think ur ageing urself tbh

hobi: life goes on man…

tae: tbh i think namjoon is going through a bad trip rn

like tell me he doesn’t sound high as hell

jimin: you’ve actually lost it namjoon

hobi: it was bound to happen

tae: it’s okay just hold ur breath until you pass out and when u wake up you’ll be fine

that’s how i stop a bad trip

namjoon: I AM NOT HIGH FOR THE LAST TIME

jk: that’s what i say when i’m high

just saying

yoongi: this is definitely that midlife crisis

namjoon: why are you not freaking out about me literally having sex with the girl your in love with

yoongi: ur high and idc

jk: I CARE

i don’t believe you joon 😡

y/n: this is not life rn…..

hobi: are all four of you not in love with her wow thats kinda insane

y/n rizz go crazy

jimin: why don’t you all just like idk

date????

hobi: omg wait i wanna date too don’t leave me out this time 🥺🫰🏼

yoongi: i’ll pass

MY girl idk if you get that or not

jimin: but she’s-

whatever

ur all fucked up idc

might as well all fuck but fuck me right???

ur girl no ur so right i need to just shut my mouth

sighs looks left looks right

idiot

namjoon: you all make me sick

jimin: literally do not care

jk: do you need a hug namjoon?

namjoon: absolutely not shut the fuck up

jk: oh 🥲

yoongi: so ur just really fucking mean high?

sucks

namjoon: IS HELL FROZEN OVER YOONGI BASICALLY JUST DEFENDED JUNGKOOK LIKE WHAT????? GUYS ARE YOU SEEING THIS???

hobi: who sold you this weed man..

we need to get them

jimin: he probably got sold cocaine got told it was weed and took it all

jin: yikes

sleep it off joon!!

namjoon: I HATE YOU ALL

omg

guys

i’m going to kill myself

….

now you say good or like do it or we won’t miss you

jin: who hurt you??

namjoon: YOU GUYS DID

YOU GUYS DO

ALL THE TIME ACTUALLY

WHY ARE YOU NOT DOING THAT NOW

jk: he wants us to tell him to kill himself?

namjoon: YES

y/n: he’s actually loosing his mind wow

hobi: he’s literally on another universe rn

jin: i’ll actually kill you instead of telling you to kill urself how about that!

namjoon: SHUT THE HELL UP

yoongi: does he want us to argue or stfu??? i don’t get it anymore

y/n: ur really like being insane rn joon

jimin: this a high that NEEDS to be slept off…

namjoon: there is no way u guys are being fr rn…

you guys are fucking with me

WHY IS IT AN ISSUE WHEN I SAY SOMETHING OUT OF LINE

hobi: you said MANY things out of line

namjoon: BUT YOU GUYS CAN TALK ABOUT HOW TAE HAD SEX WITH A RANDOM GIRL IN ALLEY FOR FREE FOOD AND NO ONE SAYS SHIT?????

tae: THAT IS NOT TRUE BTW

NAMJOON TELL THEM ITS NOT TRUE

namjoon: YOU GUYS ARE LITERALLY AT EACH OTHERS THROATS EVERY DAY AND WHEN I QUESTION WHY UR ALL BEING NORMAL I GET LOOKED AT FUNNY???

y/n: this is us normal?

I WAS LITERALLY TALKING ABOUT HOW YOONGI BROKE MY FRIENDS NOSE IS THAT NORMAL TO YOU???

tae: namjoon just used that fake scenario as an example IT IS NOT TRUE

namjoon: everyday you all push me closer to suicide

yoongi: ok?

idk what you want us to do at this point

namjoon: i don’t know either

yoongi: ok??

namjoon: ok

jk: OK 😋

namjoon: i think i’m gonna go now

namjoon left “JIMIN OLD ERA”

jimin: lmao i NEED to find out what he’s smoking that was crazy

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i hate this actually.

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watchyoubloom · 1 year

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late night talking | drw x f!reader

danny x f!reader | fluff, some suggestive dialogue | no warnings (minors dni tho please n thx)

summary: some post-show aftercare for danny after playing a few shows in a row starts to catch up to him.

hi! happy wagner wednesday! this is just a whole lot of fluff pretty much. (this is my first fic in this fandom! let me know what you think 🙈 my asks are open for ideas/prompts/requests!)

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It’s late when he gets back, but that’s normal. You’d come home after the show ended, knowing the band had a couple of post-show interviews scheduled and not wanting to be too in the way. Danny had insisted you wouldn’t be, and you knew he meant it— knew all the guys did, when they asked if you were sure you had to leave. But they’d just finished the last show of a three show stint back home, and you knew they’d be tied up with interviews and photo ops for awhile. And besides— you had something you wanted to do.

“It’s fine,” you’d said, pushing up on your toes to press a kiss to the bottom of Danny’s chin. He’d ducked his head and caught your lips immediately after in a quick peck, and you’d smiled against his mouth, pressing one more kiss to his lips before backing away, not wanting to get too into it. “I’ll see you at home.”

“‘Course, baby,” Danny had murmured, reaching out to pull you back in for a quick hug. He pressed a kiss to your temple and swatted at your backside, unable to help himself. “See you soon.”

You’d winked at him and said goodbye to everyone else, heading out with one of the security guys to where you’d been told to park your car earlier that afternoon.

Now, you listen as you hear the telltale signs of Danny getting home. You hear him toe his shoes off at the door, hear the thud of his bag on the floor beside them, and then, right on cue—“Baby?”

“In here,” you call softly. You’re sitting in the living room, on the couch, the only light a lamp in the corner and some candles on the coffee table.

“You shower yet?” Danny asks as he pads down the hallway. “Wanna join—“ You watch as he rounds the corner into the living room. He sees your setup, and you take in his face as he realizes what you’ve got planned.

“How did you know?” He asks sheepishly, stepping into the room. “I barely flinched.”

“Saw the flinch. And saw you trying to stretch it out after Dreams,” you answer and tilt your head up to accept the kiss he’s leaning in to give you. “And yeah, I showered already. Why don’t you go ahead?”

“God, yes. I’m gross. Was hoping you’d have waited for me, though…” Danny teases, then leans in and kisses you again. “Thanks for coming tonight. And the other nights, too.”

“Wouldn’t have missed it,” you reply, smiling up at him. “Now go. I’ll be waiting.”

It doesn’t take long for Danny to return to you, freshly showered and changed into a pair of comfy shorts. He’s foregone a shirt, and you let yourself take him in, all long and lean and muscly as he ambles over to you.

“See something you like?” Danny asks, cheeky, smiling at you.

“Always,” you answer immediately. You pat the spot beside you on the couch and then turn so you’re leaning against the arm rest, splaying your legs open and resting one against the back of the couch. Danny walks over and sits in between your thighs, his back to your chest, and leans his head back against your shoulder. His hair is still up in a towel, and you know he probably only left it up so he wouldn’t get you soaking wet when he leaned on you.

Once he’s situated, you press a kiss to the top of his cheek, just under the corner of his eye. “Does it hurt now?” You ask, your lips still brushing his skin. You touch your hand lightly to his right shoulder. “Do you need some Advil, maybe?”

“Not right now,” Danny answers honestly. “Want me to scoot?”

“Just a smidge,” you reply, and grab the small vial of essential oil from the coffee table, just in arms reach. “So tall.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Danny shoots back, but he slides a little further down the couch so you have better access to his shoulders and neck. You’d tried this with him laying down on his stomach, before, but had found that the best relief came from him still sitting up somewhat upright. “So small.”

“Shut up, I’m of perfectly average height,” you fire back back as you pour a few drops of the essential oil into your hands, rubbing your palms together for a second before sliding your arms over Danny’s shoulders and cupping your palms in front of him. “Deep breath,” you command gently.

Danny, knowing the routine, inhales deeply through his nose, taking in the scent of the lavender essential oil. You’d picked this one for two reasons: firstly, because it’s relaxing—but mainly because it’s Danny’s favorite. He holds his breath for a count before exhaling, already sinking a little farther back into you as he starts to relax. Once he’s repeated the inhale-exhale cycle a few times, you bring your hands to his shoulders and start to work your fingers into the tight muscles.

“Oof,” Danny grimaces a little when your thumb finds the spot you know is bothering him.

“Sorry,” you reply, instantly lightening your touch further.

“No, s’good,” Danny assures you. “Hurts. But it’s helping.”

It doesn’t happen often, but every once in awhile, Danny plays hard enough during a show that he reaggravates an old golf injury. It rarely bothers him, but you’re used to his tells- you even remember the original injury, though the two of you were just friends then— and had seen him wince a little tonight somewhere during the extensive drum and guitar solo in The Weight of Dreams. Their stint back home had been exciting for all the guys, and the energy at each show had been truly electric, but tonight had been absolutely unreal. Plus, with it being the last of three shows, it wasn’t that surprising that Danny re-pulled the muscle.

You work his shoulders and neck, your thumb applying pressure where you know he holds tension, working at a knot just in between his shoulder blades.

“Holy shit,” Danny mutters as you smooth your hands over his shoulders and down his arms. “How are you so good at that?”

“Gee, I wonder,” you reply, bringing your palms back up from his elbows to his biceps, then up to his shoulders again. “Could it be that I’ve been giving you massages for literal years?”

“No, that can’t be it,” Danny replies, and you know without seeing his face that there’s a hint of a smile teasing at his lips. “Gotta be magic, or something.”

“Oh, that too,” you agree, going along with it. “Sammy and I were practicing our spells the other night when you went to get the food.”

“So thaaaat’s why he looks taller,” Danny jokes. “He tried to tell me he was working on his posture.”

You huff out a laugh as you finish up your massage. “All done,” you say, punctuating it with a kiss to Danny’s cheek. You tug at the edge of the towel. “Want me to braid your hair?”

“Can’t move,” comes Danny’s reply, although he immediately contradicts himself and moves, flipping himself over so he’s facing you, still laying between your legs. He lays his head against your sternum, basically burying his face in between your breasts, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Thought you couldn’t move, hm?” You ask, the fingertips of one hand still dancing across his back, his shoulders.

“Couldnt,” Danny answers, voice slightly muffled. “But then I realized I’d be so much more comfy like this.”

You’re still leaning against the arm rest, so you wiggle your way down the couch a little. Danny moves with you, not giving up his current position, until you’re situated with your head against the arm rest and him laying comfortably atop you.

“Need to do your hair,” you murmur, lips pressed to Danny’s forehead. “Wanna pull it up?”

“I’ll fix it in the morning,” comes Danny’s reply, voice already heavy with sleep.

“Baby,” you sing-song, dancing your fingers along his spine. “Can’t fall asleep here, it’ll fuck up all my hard work on your back.”

“Just a nap,” Danny insists, somehow managing to burrow even further into the softness of your breasts. He’s wedged an arm under you, grasping you around the waist like a pillow, and his other hand cups your breast. “So comfy here. Favorite place.”

“You’re an idiot,” you laugh, gasping when he brushes a thumb across your nipple. “Daniel.”

“Baby.”

“Thought you were sleepy?” Your breath catches as he does it again, accompanying the movement over your nipple with a kiss to the soft skin of your breast, exposed from where the neckline of your tank top has been dragged down.

“Am sleepy,” Danny answers. “Also want you. Wanted you so bad after the show, then your magic hands—“

He trails off, and you smile, pressing another kiss to his forehead. “My magic hands?”

You’ve been running your fingertips up and down his spine as you lay there, feeling as his breathing slows and becomes deeper, more rhythmic. It takes him awhile to answer you, this time, getting closer and closer to succumbing to rest.

“Magic hands went and put me to sleep.”

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Chrollo- Carnal

in which Chrollo convinces you to sit on his face :) NSFW cuties

yeah it SAYS chrollo but you can imagine anyone really. it’s pretty neutral. no defining character traits

(cw: afab!reader, porn with no plot, bit of overstim, uhhhhhh chrollo)

You both had talked about it. For sure, and it seemed like a good idea at the time.

But now, hovering above Chrollo with his face right by your pussy? You were unsure. It took plenty of convincing for you to actually sit on him gently.

”What if I crush you?”

”I’d be my favorite way to die, now let me pleasure you,”

“I don’t… i don’t want you to suffocate whether you do or not,”

His eyes connected with yours from beneath you.

“Please, let me have this,”

And with that you gently sat down on him and his tongue attacked. And he didn’t hold back. His hands and forearms locked onto your thighs, holding you down and pushing you closer than a hover. Your nerves were on fire as you felt everything beneath you, leaning back and griping onto his hair while grinding gently. Your face contorted into a mixture of pleasure and need as his tongue took you to places you’ve never been and pure bliss filled your senses. You never had sat on his face before; it felt so good.

He nudge your bundle of nerves with his nose whilst his tongue probed at your entrance. Your eyes squeezed shut, trying to not overload your mind with all that you could feel. His lips switched between sucking and open mouth kissing your folds. Chrollo knew you were in heaven. He was skilled enough at knowing your body, having been able to memorize what all made you tick, at what speeds, what pressure.

Pretty soon you could feel the coil in your stomach about to snap, and he could feel it in the way you twitched and your moans got louder. He lapped at your folds faster, urging you to come on his face.

”I’m, I’m gonna, oh fuck, fuck I’m coming, oh yes right there right there,” you stumbled out, moaning in between your words. both your hands were holding his head and you tried not to grip too much or suffocate him between your thighs. His continuous attack on your regions didn’t help as you violently crashed down, eyes wide. You floated down from heaven and he lapped up as much as he could from between your thighs. You shakily tried to get up off him but he pulls you back down again, and you looked at him confused.

He licked a stripe from your hole to the top of your clit and it sent shivers down your spine, overstimulation makes your vision swirl.

”I didn’t say I was done with you,” He murmured from beneath you. And he began to eat again.

(thx for reading. fun fact i’ve started writing whenever my heart gets broken, so if u see a new post. congratulate me)

#chrollo smut #chrollo lucilfer smut #hxh smut #hunter x hunter smut #hxh x reader smut #chrollo x reader smut #e mads smut #iiiiiiiiiiiim not too proud of this one but i wanted to adhere to my hxh alliance y’know?

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Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss – Chapter 3 (Part 1)

Following is part 1 of my translation of Chapter 3 of Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss. This part contains episodes 7-38 to 7-43.

Main storyline spoilers after the cut!!

Episode 7-38

(Beeeep, beeeep)

Idia: ….ZZzz…Z…

(Beeep beeep)

Idia: …..Ugh, would ya shuddup… Who is it?

(Idia answers the phone)

???: Ah, you finally picked up. It’s morning already, come on.

Idia: …Who are you?

Ortho: Who am I…? What, did you forget your own little brother? It’s me, Ortho.

Idia: Ortho? No, Ortho’s in my room…. Huh? Wait a sec…

Ortho: Big bro, we haven’t shared a room together since we were little kids. You sound like you’re still half-asleep.

Idia: But you and me are attending Night Raven College together… Huh. Huh? Ortho, where are you right now?

Ortho: What? I’m…. At Royal Sword Academy. Today’s the entrance ceremony, and I’m a freshman! Isn’t Night Raven College having their entrance ceremony today, too? You were saying before that you absolutely couldn’t oversleep, since this is the first time you’ll be performing your duties as a housewarden and all, and you asked me to give you a call in the morning.

Idia: Is… That right? I guess so.

Ortho: I know we’re going to different schools and all, but I’m still really happy I get to go to a school on Sage’s Island since you’re here.

Idia: Gotcha, so you’re in high school now, huh….

Ortho: Ah ha haha! Why are you talking like mom and dad? Alright, I’ll be going now… You better not go back to sleep after I hang up! Bye!

(The call ends)

Idia: Ahh, my head feels all fuzzy. Maybe I got a little too into my gaming last night. Wait, why did I even ask Ortho to give me a wake-up call? The entrance ceremony here doesn’t start till tonight. …Meh, whatever. Today’s a happy day 'cause Ortho’s finally starting high school. Let’s see if I can’t kill some time until the ceremony. …Guess I’ll just start on my dailies for now. I’ll take a look-see at the items I got from that quest yesterday and clean up my inventory a bit… I can just sell whatever I don’t need.

[Muscle Crimson has logged in]

Idia: Huh? It’s Muscle Crimson-Shi. He usually doesn’t log on this early.

Gloomurai: Muscle Crimson-Shi, thx for going on that farming spree w me last night! The drop rate was ass tho

Muscle Crimson: Ah, if it isn’t Gloomurai. Thank you for your assistance last night, too. Thanks to you, I believe I’ll be able to craft that new weapon I’ve been eyeing.

Gloomurai: Oooh u mean that long sword? u gotta bust it out on our next quest!

Muscle Crimson: Yes, of course. I owe everything to you, after all. Ah, and I ended up picking up the materials for that helmet you’ve been wanting in a drop. Would you please accept them from me?

Gloomurai: WHAT!! fr!? but those items are super rare u could get so much money if u sold them…

Muscle Crimson: How about the two of us take on our next quest together decked out in our new equipment?

Gloomurai: siiiick. man im so happy rn…. ty ty ty～

Muscle Crimson: By the way, it’s quite unusual for you to be logged in at this hour. Do you have the day off today?

Gloomurai: i got plans tonight so i figured id wrap up my dailies now. wby

Muscle Crimson: I am also free until tonight.

Gloomurai: u wanna crush some daily quests w me?

Muscle Crimson: That would be much appreciated. Then please allow me to accompany you.

Gloomurai: k im gonna hop off now. gg!

Muscle Crimson: Of course, today was a lot of fun. Until we meet again.

[Muscle Crimson has logged out]

Idia: Phew. I only meant to do my dailies, but we ended up going kinda overboard and doing a buncha side quests. And thanks to all those super rare materials he gave me, I was able to make some new equipment…. Today’s been totally awesome so far. …Oof, I gotta start getting ready. Got that big entrance ceremony coming up and the whole student body has to be there. What a pain in the ass. I got a bad feeling today’s about to take a 180 nosedive… This sucks. If Ortho wasn’t looking forward to this so much, who…..Huh? Wait, Ortho doesn’t have anything to do with it. ‘Cause he’s enrolled at Royal Sword Academy, not NRC. The heck am I saying. ..Aah, whatever. I’ll just go change into my ceremony outfit… Yikes, it’s still got a cleaning service tag on it and the date’s from last year. And I thought I was the shut-in, this thing only thing leaves the room, like, once a year. LOL.

Episode 7-39

Idia: Ngh… The entrance ceremony’s about to start… I’m feeling weirdly nervous. I got a feeling something bad’s gonna happen, and I don’t like it. Anyways, why do the housewardens even have to go around and greet everybody in the first place? We’re just a bunch of randos to the freshies. We’re gonna go up and be like, “congrats on being admitted” and they’ll be like, “uhh who tf are you?”…

???: Is that you, Shroud?

Idia: Eep!?

Malleus: So, it is you. How unusual.

Idia: M-Malleus-shi… Why’re you here?

Malleus: How long has it been? Ha ha, I haven't seen you much since you became housewarden.

Idia (thinking to himself): (Malleus Draconia….. The crown prince of Briar Valley and Diasomnia's housewarden! He's totally an ultra SSR character who should be headlining the orientation! So what's he doing here?!)

Malleus: And I never thought to run into you outside, of all places. What are you up to?

Idia: Y'know. I decided I'd just, uh...go... You know. Same as you.

Malleus: I see. Same as me.

(beep beep beep)

Idia: Huh? Something’s beeping.

Malleus: Yes… That was this fellow here. It appears it’s hungry. Now then, what kind of food shall I give you today….

Idia: Hold up!!!! That’s a “Gao Gao Drakon-kun!” And it’s a first gen!!!

Malleus: Oh, my. Are you familiar with it?

Idia: Yeah, but I’ve only played with the kind that has color LCD screens. This is insane, I can’t believe you have a first gen unit! I had no idea people even still played with them.

Malleus: …Indeed. It’s broken down more times than I can count, but I’ve always had it repaired. From now on, I intend to take care of it the best that I can, and treasure it… For a long, long time.

Idia: Woooah. I bet your Drakon-kun’s gotta be super happy since you care about it so much.

Malleus: ….Heh heh heh. I do hope everyone else feels the same.

Idia: Huh? What you mean “everyone”…..?

Lilia: Oooi, Malleus! Where are you?

Malleus: Lilia, I’m over here.

Lilia: Goodness grief, I was looking everywhere for you…. Hm? Ah, if it isn’t Ignihyde’s new housewarden, Idia Shroud.

Idia: Ack..! … H-Hello….

Lilia: I see, so you two must’ve been deepening your friendship as fellow wardens. Well, isn’t that lovely.

Idia: N-No, that’s… Not what we were…

Lilia: Nevertheless, the entrance ceremony is about to begin. We can’t have two housewardens - and two seniors, at that - show up late, can we? You’ll set a bad example for everyone.

Malleus: Indeed. Let’s set off for the mirror chamber, then.

Idia: ……….. Huh? It feels like…. I’m having déjà vu.

Malleus: Shroud? What’s the matter?

Idia: Ah- No it’s…. It’s nothing.

Malleus: Heh heh… What a strange one you are.

(Mirror Chamber)

Riddle: Alright, that wraps up the entrance ceremony and dormitory sorting, yes? Listen to me well, freshmen. At Heartslabyul, I am the rule. And I shall have the heads of any who dare disobey me.

Leona: *yaaaawn* Finally, that boring ass ceremony’s over. Let’s hurry up and head back to the dorm already. Savannaclaw students, follow me.

Azul: My dear freshman, let me offer you my sincerest congratulations on your admission to our humble school! As the warden of Octavinelle, I’ll be working hard to support you in your endeavors, so that you may make the most out of your time here.

Idia: (Huh… I was bracing myself for the worst... That was honestly kind of a letdown. I mean, no news is better than good news.)

Ignihyde Student: Warden Shroud, let’s start heading back to the dorm now.

Idia: Ah… Sure. Kay, freshies come with me.

Malleus: I am Malleus Draconia, the warden of Diasomnia. I give you my warmest welcome to our dorm. Come, follow me.

Ignihyde Freshman A: Look over there, It’s Malleus Draconia… In the flesh.

Ignihyde Freshman B: I wonder if it’s true that he’s descended from dragons…. Even from this far away the guy’s intimidating as hell…

Ignihyde Student: Eyes over here, freshman. You’ll get lost if you don’t pay attention.

Idia: ………?

Ignihyde Student: What’re you looking around for, Warden Shroud? Did you forget something?

Idia: No, it’s not that. I just… Forget it. It’s fine.

Ortho: Sweet. Sounds like everything went great, big bro.

Idia: I wouldn’t say it went great… But it did go off without a hitch, so. What about you, Ortho?

Ortho: I remember you really freaked me out when you said you got stuck rooming with four people and had no privacy at all during your freshman year. So you can imagine how worried I got when I found out this school has dorms, too… But I think things are gonna go really well with my roommates. We were having a lot of fun earlier talking about sports and gaming.

Idia: Yeah, ‘cause you’re not all doom and gloom like me. When you got your acceptance letter to Royal Sword Academy, it made total sense to me. Since they’re famous for taking in those sparkly extrovert type of guys, ya know. ….I’m really glad that you got to make new friends.

Ortho: Yeah…. Aww, crap! The warden’s making his rounds. It’s time for lights out. I’ll call you again, big bro. Good night!

Idia: Good night, Ortho.

(The phone call ends)

Idia: *sigh* …..And so starts another year, I guess… …….What the heck… Why do I feel like I’m forgetting something really important…. ……Whatever.

(TL Note: Some of the dialogue from when Mal is talking to Idia is the exact same lines from Idia’s Ceremonial Robes vignette, and I’ve copied the official EN lines from the places that are duplicated because I am lazy).

Episode 7-40

[It’s thundering….]

Maleficent: It’s incredible! Sixteen years and not a trace of her. Are you sure you searched everywhere?

Goon: Y-Yeah, everywhere. We searched mountains, uhhh… forests and houses, and, uh, lemme see… Aaalll the cradles.

Maleficent: Fools!

Maleficent: Search for a maid of sixteen. Go, and do not fail me.

Fauna: You’re already betrothed to Prince Philip, dear.

Aurora: But that’s impossible. How could I marry a prince? I’d have to be…

Merryweather: A princess.

Fauna: And you are, dear.

Maleficent: Touch the spindle. Touch it, I say!

Maleficent: You poor, simple fools. Thinking you could defeat me. Me! The Mistress of all Evil!

Yuu: She’s so obsessed…

Yuu: This is…?

Yuu: That’s right, Tsunotarou used his magic and…

Yuu: I wonder where everybody is?

Grim: Zzzzz….. *mumbles*

Yuu: Grim!

Grim: Waah, it’s rainin’ tuna cans～ I’m a tuna can millionaire…. *mumbles* …Man, I can’t eat all these…

(Yuu shakes Grim)

Grim: This is awesome… I hope things stay like this forever…

Yuu: Grim, wake up already!

Grim: Wha-!? What the heck are you doin’, henchman!? …Huh? …Where’d my mountain of tuna cans go? Wait… Wait! Don’t tell me… I was just dreaming? Aww, maaaan. This sucks…. Actually, when did we get back to Ramshackle? Weren’t we just at Diasomnia for Lilia’s going away party like a second ago? And then… And then Tsunotarou showed up all of a sudden…. Ah! And then he knocked us flat on our butts! And after that… I don’t remember.

Yuu: I don’t see any of the other partygoers around.

Grim: Let’s go take a look outside.

Episode 7-41

Grim: Let’s go take a look outside.

(They try to open the door, but it’s locked)

Grim: Huh!? The door won’t open! Maybe it got busted again? Kay, then let’s just go out the window… AAAH!? T-There’s s-something outside the window!! It’s a huge monster…! Wait, what? There’s a weird drawing on the window! Who the heck did this!? Somebody’s been drawin’ graffiti on our dorm! …Hm? It felt like I stepped on something just now…

Ottoman Dog: Bark bark bark!!

Grim: Uwaah! A dog!?

Ottoman Dog: Grr! Bark bark!

Yuu: The ottoman’s acting like a dog!?

Grim: I’ve never seen any animal like that before! Weird…. How come it’s in Ramshackle!?

Yuu: Wait a second… This room isn’t…

Grim: Huh? Wait, this… This isn’t our room. The vibes are kinda simliar, but it’s not Ramshackle. Where the heck are we!?

Yuu: Let’s look around.

Grim: Ah! Henchman, look at that desk over there! That nut cracker’s havin’ a field day popping open all those walnuts. And it’s eating the hull. I guess it thinks that part is the tasty part? I’m still stuffed from the party, but… It sure would be rude not to eat the nuts he’s working so hard to open. Let’s dig in! *Crunch crunch* …Mmm, it smells so good.

(Grim eats the nuts and grows several times larger)

Grim: Waaaah!? The heck just happened!? I got huge!!!

(Grim shrinks back to normal size)

Grim: T-That scared the crap outta me! What happened? I mean, I always wished I could be a big guy, but if I got that big I’d get totally stuck in this room. Oh, yeah. I remember in our magical pharmacology class… We learned there’s these magic mushrooms in the Queendom of Roses that can make you grow bigger or shrink really little. But I don’t remember anything about magic walnuts! When I see Crewel next week I’m gonna give him a piece of my mind!

Grim: There’s a pair of gloves dancing with a hat! This magic is so cool～ Other than the gloves, there’s also some playing cards covered in ink and …. this. Is this a magical pen?

Yuu: It doesn’t have a magical stone in it. It’s just a normal fountain pen.

Grim: Huh. But it looks like it’s outta ink. …And over there’s a dancing music box, and over there’s a jumpin’ umbrella… This place is filled with all sorts of weird stuff! The heck is this room?

Mickey: There’s a moving sofa and an ottoman that acts like a dog… And a table with a nutcracker on it. Can you see them?

Yuu: Maybe this is the room that Mickey’s always in?

(the room starts warping)

Grim: Aah! What the!? T-The room’s getting all wonky! What’s goin’ ooon!! Waaaaah!!

(the room goes back to normal)

Grim: W-What was that?

???: …Is someone there?

Grim: !! Somebody’s coming!

???: ….Ah, you’re-!!

Episode 7-42

???: ….Ah, you’re-!!

Yuu: Mickey!

Mickey: Waaah! Is it true? Is it really you? This is amazing! We finally get to meet face-to-face, instead of having to talk through the mirror. Here, give me a high five!

(Yuu gives Mickey a high five)

Mickey: Yay! Haha!

Grim: Ah! He’s from that picture you took with the ghost camera! That Mickey guy!

Mickey: Eep! You scared me! I hadn’t noticed I had another visitor besides Yuu. You’re…

Grim: Name’s Grim! I run things over at Ramshackle dorm.

Mickey: Grim? Ah, that’s right. You’re the roommate Yuu mentioned before. I’m so happy I’ve got even more friends I can meet inside my dreams now. My name is Mickey. Mickey Mouse. Nice to meet you, Grim!

Grim: All right! …Nya ha ha! Looks like our “Contact Mickey” investigation was a success, all thanks to me! I betcha Ace and the others are gonna be peeved, heh.

Mickey: “Contact Mickey” investigation? What’s that?

Yuu: It’s a long story, but….

Mickey: So you guys were thinking that since I can talk with Yuu through the mirror and across different worlds, then maybe I could give you some clues on how to get Yuu back to his own world. Makes sense to me.

Grim: Yup. And there’s a whole bunch of stuff we wanna ask ya about!

Mickey: That’s no problem at all. I’ll be happy to help Yuu. Ask away!

Grim: First off, the heck is this freaky room?

Mickey: All the furniture and utensils in here move on their own. Some of them are congenial, others not so much. Recently, I got into a bit of a spat with the card soldiers.

Grim: You mean those cards that are all covered in ink? The ones on that shelf over there?

Mickey: That’s right. They were flinging their heart and spade markings at me left and right! So I took up that ballpoint pen over there and used it like a water gun, and I went on the defense.

Grim: Nyahaha! The cards are made outta paper so I bet they’re weak to water.

Mickey: Exactly. And that’s why they’re all wet and droopy now.

Yuu: How come the playing card soldiers attacked you?

Mickey: The King got jealous because I went dancing with the Queen… But I wasn’t trying to interrupt their little picnic date, you know? And then he went and ordered all the card soldiers to chase after me. We cleared up the misunderstanding afterwards, but still. I did something just awful to those little cards.

Grim: I was thinking you used magic and made all the stuff in the room move around. But since you got in a fight with the card soldiers, I’m guessing it wasn’t your magic?

Mickey: Magic? Oh, that’d be just wonderful if I could use magic! Haha! But I’m no wizard.

Grim: Huh….. Then who enchanted this room?

Mickey: Hmm, I’m not sure either. At first, I thought I’d just imagined up both this room, and you too, Yuu. But that’s not right. Neither you nor this room came from my imagination…. Right?

Yuu: *nods*

Mickey: Ah, it's just one mystery after another.

Episode 7-43

Grim: Oh, yeah. Before I forget, how’d ya even get into this room, Mickey? The door won’t open, and the windows are closed shut, and neither me or Yuu can remember how we ended up here.

Mickey: Whenever I’ll be coming to this room, another version of me will slip out of my body while I’m asleep in bed.

Yuu: Is it like, your consciousness breaks free from your body?

Mickey: Yeah, just like that! And then I just have to pass through the mirror that hangs over the fireplace in my bedroom. And that’s how I get into this room here.

Grim: So you come and go through the mirror, huh. That’s just like how it works with the dorms at school.

Mickey: But when I tried while I was awake, I couldn’t get through the mirror. It seems to only work when I’m asleep.

Grim: Huh? Hey, wait a sec. ….So that means you’re asleep right now, right?

Mickey: Yup. The “me” here is bright-eyed and bushy tailed, but my body is snoozing away in bed right now.

Yuu: Then me and Grim are basically walking consciousnesses right now?

Grim: Whaaat!?? Then where’d my body go!? Don’t tell me I left it behind at Diasomnia!?

Yuu: I don’t think you could even call this an out-of-body experience anymore. This is awful….

Grim: *sigh* …..It doesn’t look like Ace and the others came along with us…. The heck are we supposed to do?

Mickey: What? You can’t find your friends?

(Yuu nods)

Mickey: That’s certainly worrisome…. Well, they might be around here somewhere. Let’s go outside and search for them.

Grim: But the door won’t open.

Mickey: You can’t just give up when you don’t succeed the first time! There’s challenges you can’t handle on your own, but if you work together with your friends, you’ll be able to get through.

(Riiing! Riiiing!)

Mickey: Ah! That sound is….

Grim: Oi, Mickey! Your body’s gettin’ all see-through like a ghost!

Mickey: Oh no, it must be morning already! My body is… waking… up…

(Riiiiing! Riiing! Riing!)

Mickey: I wish I could’ve….helped…. you… more…

Yuu: Mickey!

Grim: Aaaand he’s gone…. Dang it, and we’d finally just succeeded with our investigation!

(The room starts shaking)

Grim: W-What’s going on!? The room’s shakin’ all over!

(The room fills with a black substance)

Grim: Uwaaa! The room’s fillin’ up with a bunch of black wriggly things! They’re comin’ from outside!

Yuu: Is this… ink!?

Grim: H-Henchman! Y-You better stay close to me! I’ll burn up this black stuff with my flames!

Grim: Haaaa, haaaa…. I beat ‘em and I beat ‘em but they just keep coming back! At this rate we’re gonna….

???: *gurgles*

Grim: Take this-! ….Ugh *cough cough* I don’t have any fire left in me!

???: *gurgling*

Grim: What the!? The floor gave way behind us! T-There’s nowhere else we can run to….! S-Somebooodyyyyy!!!!

???: Prefect! Grim!

Grim: Eep! You’re that guy from Diasomnia….

Silver: We’ll talk later! Both of you, grab onto me. Hurry! Those I’ve met before, and those I’ll meet someday…. *Come, and let us dream the same dream.

*This is what he says in the text. Out loud he says “Meet in a dream”

Part 2

Part 3

#idia shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #leona kingscholar #riddle rosehearts #twst silver #ortho shroud #twst spoilers #twst #twisted wonderland #ruler of the abyss #twst jp

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Could you do a hurt/comfort Peter x reader where some creep tried to follow her home? Only if you’re comfy! Thx for the fics. I like them already! :)

here you go, lovely anon! I hope u like it!

cw: someone tries to follows the reader home, they also hit on her but it’s off-page

Peter Parker is studying when his phone begins to ring - loud and abrasive, overlapping the music that had been playing in his headphones seconds prior.

Slowly, he reaches out to grab his phone and turn it off.

But then he brings it closer to his face and sees the name at the top of the screen and a picture of you smiling widely underneath it

Y/N.

Peter’s brow furrows. He knows you’re supposed to be at lunch with friends, and you told him before leaving that you’d take the subway back to his, even though he would have been more than happy to meet you at the restaurant.

"You know I could come meet you when you're done. We can go back to mine." Peter calls out to you from the kitchen.

You’re still in your bedroom getting changed but Peter knows you hear him

“It’s okay, Peter.” he can hear the smile in your voice. “I know you wanted to revise today. I'll get the subway back.”

When you finally emerge from your room and Peter’s mouth goes dry.

You’re wearing the sweetest little knee-length sundress - all flowery and light, golden jewellery around your wrists and neck. A vision, if Peter’s ever seen one.

“What did I do to deserve you, pretty girl?” He says it mostly to himself but you must hear because you laugh and do a little twirl as you walk over to him.

"You’re a sap, Peter Parker.”

Peter bears your teasing no heed and pulls you close, one hand bracketing your waist whilst the other comes up to thumb your jawline - a smooth motion that has you leaning into him indulgently.

He picks up.

“Hey, Y/N. How’s it going?”

“Peter?”

Something’s wrong.

The shaky way his name sounds out when you say it. The sharp gasps coming through the receiver. The faint clacking sound of of your heels speeding across pavement.

Peter sits up properly without really knowing why yet.

“Y/N? Are you still with your friends?”

Your reponse is muffled as the rumble of cars echoes in the background, but Peter catches it anyway.

“Someone’s following me. Shit, Peter - I don’t know what to do, I don’t-”

He’s out of his chair in seconds.

“Okay, sweetheart. I’m coming to get you. Where are you right now?” Peter asks rapid-fire and reminds himself so slow down, because you’re already overwhelmed as it is and he doesn’t want you to panic any more.

“I think I’m near your apartment,” you choke a little as the words pour out of you. “This guy kept trying to hit on me on the subway and so I got off, but I think he got off too- and now he’s behind me, and I keep changing directions but he’s still there, and I-”

You’re close to tears. Peter can tell by the way your breath hitches and your voice shakes. The tell-tale signs of your evident distress make his ribs squeeze painfully around his lungs

You sound utterly distraught when you finish, “I’m scared.”

“Okay, Y/N I need you to you send me your location on your phone. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

You mumble out a “yes” and shortly after, Peter receives a link from your number. When he taps, a page with your location pops up on a map. A little red dot which must be you moves across a map slowly. Relief floods him upon the realisation that you’re not too far away at all.

“Got it,” he reassures you. “Honey, I want you to keep going straight okay, keep walking. I’m gonna come towards you, yeah? I'll be there in no time.”

“Yeah,” you whisper but Peter can tell that you’re not fully there.

Peter shoves his headphones into his ears and tugs his spider-man mask on, forgoing the suit entirely and swinging out of the window. When you go silent, Peter’s heart-rate spikes.

“You still doin’ okay, baby? Still with me?”

You breathe heavily though the receiver. "Please- please don't hang up."

"Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart. I’m right here.”

Peter stays on the phone the entire time he makes his way to your location, repeating quiet comforts to you, as he swings faster than he’s ever done in his life and scours the streets for your figure. When he gets closer, the boy lands in an alley, tugs the mask off quickly and stepping back out into the street, thankful that no one’s paying him much mind.

You spot each other at the same time and Peter breaks into a jog to reach you.

“Hey,” he coos gently. “Hey, I’m here.”

Relief floods your tear-stricken gaze as the two of you collide and Peter brings a hand to cradle the back of your head. His eyes keep a vigilant watch over your head for whoever was following you, and sure enough a man who’d been walking a little further behind you narrows his eyes, turns around, and walks away.

You don’t even realise, head still buried into Peter’s chest. Whole body trembling against him.

“M’ sorry, Peter. I know you were studying … but I didn’t- I didn’t know what to else to do-”

The boy just pulls you in tighter, hoping that the compression will ground you. His hands run soothing patters over your arms, and he reassures you tenderly.

“You’re okay. It’s okay. You did so good by calling me.”

You pull away then, just enough to see him, eyes still slightly nervous. Peter pulls up the fallen strap of your sundress absentmindedly and brushes your hair out of your face.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

“Is he gone?”

“Yeah, he’s gone.”

He can practically see the adrenaline seep out of you, replaced by exhaustion.

“Let’s go home, okay?” he strokes your hair, smoothing it down carefully as you nod your head.

“Thank you for coming for me, Peter. I know you were meant to be busy today.” You whisper featherlight, and it makes Peter very nearly want to cry because he would drop anything and everything to help you out. No questions asked.

“Always,” he says instead. “I’ve got you, always.”

The trip back is near-silent. You; leaning your head on Peter’s shoulder, drained, as he swings from rooftop to rooftop. Peter; trying his hardest not to jostle you too much, looking down every so often to check that you’re still relatively okay.

When you arrive at the apartment, he sets you down easily .

“We’re here, baby.”

You nod, glassy eyes not quite meeting his. When Peter helps you sit on the couch, you curl up, teeth tugging at your bottom lip harshly.

“Sorry I’m such a mess.”

“Sweetheart,” Peter kneels down to take your heels off whilst he speaks. “Some creep tried to hit on you and follow you home. You’re allowed to be upset about it.”

You just shudder and watch him with watery eyes as he loosens the small buckles on your shoes. Peter presses a soft kiss to the place where they rubbed against your ankle as you ran to him, before looking back up at you and then at your trembling hands

“Can I help you with your dress?” he nods at the tremor hurtling through your fingers.

“Please.”

And so he helps you out of the sundress. Unzipping it at the back and helping you step out of it, your hands braced on his shoulders.

He hands you his comfiest t-shirt and sweatpants to wear and once you’re changed, Peter grabs some make up wipes from your bag and cleans your face for you.

On any other day, he thinks, you would push him away teasingly and tell him that you can do it yourself.

But right now you’re exhausted and so you limit yourself to leaning into his touch and don’t say a word. Eyes shut as you take deep, steadying breaths. Pliant under his ministrations, trusting him completely.

Peter sits you down on the couch, guiding your head onto his lap and running his hands through your hair tenderly.

You fall asleep pretty quickly and Peter, unwilling to move and risk waking you up, falls asleep there too.

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taniavttv · 1 year

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Rengoku Perfect Date HeadCannons

A/N: Hi Everyone, Since you all loved the Hugs/Cuddles series and Rengoku Birthday was on May 10th here is a new series How our Hashira boys will plan the perfect date for their lovers (you). I'll start with Our flame boy Rengoku🌸. Enjoy and Request are Open Thx 💗🌸🌸

🔥 So Rengoku is trying to plan the perfect date right? Well he tries to think of how he's gonna do it

🔥 He might ask Tengen for help since he knows how to make a Date look Perfect and Flashy right? so Tengen helps him

🔥 The date would be like a picnic where you two have privacy (yes he will give you love and affection😊) and there are cherry blossom trees around (Ohhh so cute😫🥰)

🔥 Rengoku would set up like a picnic blanket and bring the food even put flowers in the center for you

🔥He would send his crow to let you know to get ready since he is planning the date

🔥He loves it when you wear a red or Orange Kimono to match his hair and style

🔥He'll even choose your outfit if you can't decide what to wear and he will pick the perfect option

🔥 He loves to hold your hand as you two walk to get to your dates spot

🔥 He'll cover your eyes with his hands to guide you to your date spot to surprise you

Mini Dialouge here:

🔥Red-Rengoku

🔥💕Purple- Y/N (aka you)

[🔥"Surprise do you love it my little flame" -Kyojuro asked]

[🔥💕"Ohhh Kyo yes I do I love it Thanks - Y/N said and kissed Kyo on the lips ]

🔥You both sit down and he surprises you with food

🔥He is so sweet he'll feed you and you feed him (Omg so cute/sweet of Rengoku 🥰)

🔥He loves putting his hand around your shoulder to bring you close to him and cuddle

🔥 If you feel cold don't worry this man will give you his haori to wear to keep you warm

[🔥"Feeling warmer now Little Flame"]

🔥Loves to hold your hand and squeeze it to make you blush Oh my he find it adorable when you blush so cute

🔥Loves to tell you stories some about his family and also loves to tell you how much he loves you❤️🔥 (Awwww🥰)

🔥As The petals of the cherry blossom tree bloom they go to you and Kyojuro direction

🔥Some of the petals land on your hair and also Kyojuro hair too You find it funny how his hair is covered with petals and it's adorable

(yes this reminds me of Tengen and Hina so I decided let's do it with Kyo and Y/N yep)

🔥He'll take out the petals from your hair as you blush and he finds it cute (Y/N your so cute-Kyojuro said as he caress your cheek)

🔥 You want him to give you the petal ohh he'll give it to you too as long you give him the petals you take out from his hair

🔥He will even give you a gift like a bracelet or pendent or even ring (yes Kyo marries you🥰) so you can always think of him and have something of him

[You love the gift my love- Kyojuro]

[Yesss Kyo I love it ohhh I love you so much- Y/N]

[Aww I love you more My litte Flame]

🔥You both kiss after he gives you the gift

🔥He takes one of the flowers from the flower vase he placed on the center of the picnic blanket and puts it on your hair and Ohh my he loves how You look so stunning

🔥He'll tell you how beautiful you look and all and kiss your cheek and give you forehead kisses too

🔥Also next time you two go on a date you must bring Senjuro along (Please do this lil cutie needs to have fun with you two🥰💞🌸)

🔥 To seal the perfect date he'll give you a kiss on the lips (even tongue kisses too) and tell you he loves you with all his heart dearly and he means it alot yess

[Kyo this date has the perfect and the best Thanks I love you so much Y/N said and hugs Rengoku]

🔥[Ohh I love you so much more My little Flame (He kisses your lips) Your so perfect and pretty-Kyojuro said as you both cuddle]

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Can I ask for 19 and 39 to be Narcissa Malfoy? And Dom!Narcissa and Sub!Fem!Reader? And for it to be smut? I know there away another request for this and it was me I didn't get done typing it out. So please and thank you!

Hey there anon! Ofc, thx for the request!! I love writing for the one and only Cissy, my heart and soul 💕💕💕

Kiss My Ass ~Dom!Narcissa Malfoy Née Black xSub!Fem Reader

Mommy…Master List

Prompt-List

#19. “Really? You want to try that?? Go ahead, be my guest. Find out what happens…”

#39. “Kiss my ass. I’m not kidding, get down and fucking kiss my ass.”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, ass eating, eating out, pussy eating, mommy kink, praise kink, degrading kink, etc.

Medium Length Fic

Enjoy (;

You had been needy and desperate all day.

Teaching your students was an afterthought.

Your mind was clouded by one thing the entire week: Narcissa.

So, when she came to meet you for the weekend as usual, you were extra pouty and needy.

You just wanted to be close to her so badly.

You wanted her.

You needed her.

You were both in your private quarters connected to your classroom.

You were both cuddled up, enjoying each others company.

“Mommy?” You asked, need and pout lacing your voice.

Narcissa knew that voice… you were horny.

“What is it, Baby? What can mommy do for you, hmmm?” She purred.

“Touch me? Fuck me, please?” You whimpered.

“Aw, but you haven’t earned it, darling…” she purred, rubbing your cheek gently yet sternly.

You whimpered at this.

“Well then maybe I’ll just do it myself…” you grumbled.

Cissy chuckled at this, “Really? You want to try that?? Go ahead, be my guest. Find out what happens…”

You pouted even more, resolved to just help yourself now.

You spread your legs open across the bed and began teasing yourself along your clit.

You gasped and mewled at the stimulation.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” Narcissa gritted out, as you were about to slip your fingers inside your aching cunt.

You did so anyway.

Narcissa got up from the bed, came to the edge, and grabbed your neck, pulling you up to your knees.

“And what do you think your doing?” Cissy taunted, “Did mommy say you could touch yourself?”

“Kiss my ass.” You jeered, tired of being in such a desperate state.

Narcissa darkly chuckled at that.

“Kiss my ass.” She jeered, “I’m not kidding, get down and fucking kiss my ass.”

With that, she let go of her chokehold she had on you.

You gulped and followed her instruction.

You got off the bed and went behind her. You lightly began to kiss Cissys covered ass.

You whimpered.

“What is it, my needy little slut?”

“Your clothes…” you murmured, through kisses.

She chuckled, “Well then take them off…”

You stopped kissing her clothed ass to look up at Narcissa, meeting her lustful, fiery eyes.

You got up and slowly unzipped her dress, helping her step out of the garment.

You then went back down to your knees and began kissing her fucking stunning bare ass.

“That’s a Good girl…” Cissy purred.

She grabbed onto the bedposts, and continued, “Now be good for mommy and eat my ass out like a good slut… Can you do that for mommy?”

You hummed and murmured in response, “Yes Mommy…”

You followed her instructions like a good girl, earning many praises and moans from Narcissa’s beautiful, red lips.

“Oh, OHhhHh yes… right there, good girl…” she praised you.

You ate her ass out on your knees like it was your last fucking meal.

Soon enough, Cissy was cumming with your name on her perfect, silky lips.

“You’ve been such a good girl for mommy.” Cissy purred, lifting you up to meet her, “How about you let Mommy return the favor…?”

You desperately nodded.

“On the bed for me, love.”

You immediately followed.

“Hmmm, see… you can be a really good girl…” she purred, approaching you on the bed.

She spread your legs.

“That clothes really need to go…” Cissy tutted.

With a wave of her hand, your clothes had magically aparated onto the nearby chair.

You bucked your hips up in needy anticipation.

“So desperate, aren’t you…?” Cissy purred.

You nodded eagerly.

“And your so wet for me…” Cissy said, eyeing your throbbing pussy hungrily.

She dove right in with no warning, eliciting a cry from your own lips.

Her tongue skillfully tongued through your folds and into your heated core.

You moaned and mewled and cried in delight.

And Cissy just kept eating you out. Like a talented motherfucker.

She had you on the edge within minutes.

“Oh shit! Fuck… mommy! I’m… I’m gonna cum…!!” You cried, your hand grasping onto her hair.

“You wanna cum for mommy?” Cissy moaned.

“Yes, GOD YES!” You cried out.

“Cum for me, baby.” Cissy purred.

You came screaming her name and with a white heat enveloping you.

Your legs trembling, your breath shaky, your hand clenching the bed and Cissys hair…

“Such a good girl…” Cissy purred.

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eemcintyre · 9 months

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Cruel to be Kind (Terry Silver)

TW- um... about that... *inhales,* noncon touching, mentions of harassment, size/strength kink if you squint, vomit, blood, literal murder, general toxic yandere-esque behavior; no need to worry about me at all btw thx for asking ❤️

Summary- Terry finds out that a coworker has been bothering you and you insist he stays out of it, but he takes matters into his own hands. Literally. And let's just say that it could go better.

Pls I beg you to be kind for this first foray into writing for this character. I was inspired by the phenomenal writings of @karatekels and @terrence-silver, hopefully it's an enjoyable read. It was cathartic for me to write bc I'm dealing with a v creepy guy where I work right now and it makes me feel just the tiniest bit better to imagine Terry destroying him.

“You’re quiet today. Is everything alright?”

Terry’s curious voice sounded from the leather armchair where he sat. His face was still slightly downturned from when he had been reading the book in his lap, but his eyes were directed up at her quizzically.

It was the end of a long workday for both he and Y/N, and after dinner they had decided to simply sit and enjoy each other’s company- he in the armchair, and she on the couch perpendicular to him. However, his attempts at conversation quickly fizzled out with short, superficial replies from Y/N. While she was usually vibrant, having no shortage of things to say as her dark eyes glittered with excitement, that evening, her distant gaze reflected that her thoughts were elsewhere.

At Terry’s question, Y/N’s gaze snapped out of the distance and onto him, his favorite place for it to be.

“Yes, of course, everything’s fine,” she smiled and nodded, with what looked like substantial effort, sitting with her feet curled up on the couch.

Terry removed his glasses and snapped the cover of his book closed. “Darling, how long until you finally realize that you can’t lie to me?” They’d been together for five years and married for three of them, and she had yet to succeed.

“I…” Y/N opened her mouth to make another hollow proclamation about how fine she was but thought better of it. “It’s nothing; it’s not important. You have better things to worry about.”

She stared down at her hands, twisted together in her lap. Embarrassment washed over her in an intense red flush as she thought about what she was bothered by, praying that she wouldn’t have to tell him.

Terry leaned forward almost imperceptibly in his chair, lowering his voice, his expression softening in the way that it only did for her.

“Should I be worried? Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?”

“It’s just… you have a tendency to… overreact.” Y/N briefly met his eyes, even though she knew without looking at them that they were piercing through her.

“Oh?”

Y/N could tell from that single syllable of Terry’s response that what she’d said had been the wrong thing to say. The soft expression returned to its typical severity.

“Give me an example. Give me an example of a time I ‘overreacted’,” he gestured for her to go on, leaning back into the armchair and crossing one long leg over the other.

“Terry…”

“No, I want to know. Tell me so I can learn how to handle myself better.” His voice was laced with sarcasm. Her stomach sank, but there was no turning back from the conversation now. His interest was piqued, and like an animal on the hunt, he wasn’t about to let the matter go.

“Well, like the time that guy hit on me at the charity ball and you roundhouse-kicked him in the garden.” Y/N replied cautiously, cringing, not only remembering the feeling of that creep groping her again, but also the shock of Terry’s dramatic reaction to it.

Rather than hotly debate that past event with her, which was what Y/N expected, he simply cocked his head and asked “Is this like that time?”

“Just… please be calm.”

“I am calm.” His voice took on an unmistakably harder edge as he leaned toward her again, waves of silver hair framing his face, and just like that it softened. His capacity to pivot from one mood to another, moment-by-moment, never failed to amaze her. Terry rose from his chair and took the place next to Y/N on the couch, resting one of his large, warm hands over hers, which were sitting on the tops of her thighs. “You’re just worrying me. What’s going on?”

Y/N sighed, her eyes affixed to the floor, fidgeting nervously with Terry’s hand as she spoke. “There’s this guy who’s a higher-up in my department at work- Brian- who’s been… bothering me. At first, he just made a lot of, like, off-color jokes, but now he’s also touched me a couple of times and- I mean, maybe it was an accident, but…” Her voice had become barely a mumble. “I just feel really uncomfortable… and I don’t want it to escalate anymore…”

She paused briefly and finally turned her head to face him. He remained silent, and unlike how he could so easily with her, she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. The silence intensified her nervousness, so she rambled on.

“I’m trying to figure out how I should handle it without causing a big scene because, other than that, I have a really good thing going there, but… I’m just afraid that one day he’s going to be outside waiting for me in the parking lot or something.” She was shaking by this point and turned away from him again.

With a husband who was known for being so strikingly intelligent and capable of handling himself, Y/N felt utterly stupid for 1) getting into such a situation in the first place, and 2) not yet managing to get it under control. She wondered if a “strike first, strike hard, no mercy” lecture was coming.

Instead, she was surprised when he rose from the couch and strode toward one of the tall living room windows, hands in his pockets.

“Does this prick know that you’re married?” he asked.

She held up her left hand, adorned with a large and intricately detailed ring that was hard, if not impossible, for anyone to miss.

“Does he know who you’re married to?”

“I doubt there’s anyone in town who doesn’t,” Y/N uttered a half-hearted laugh.

“And do you dislike that?” He stepped back toward her with measured steps, but his blue eyes flashed. “Is there a reason you don’t want to be associated with me?”

“I just don’t like being treated differently,” she said wistfully, thinking back to when she was just another random person and not Terry Silver’s wife. “Sometimes I feel like I get things I didn’t earn. Sometimes people act like they’re afraid of me.”

“They’re not afraid of you, angel. They’re afraid of me,” Terry replied, his matter-of-fact tone contrasted by the tension of his fists and the vein protruding from his forehead. “But apparently, not enough. If someone disrespects you, they disrespect me.”

Y/N’s shoulders sagged in frustration. “Don’t make this out to be an attack on your ego; this has nothing to do with you-”

“It has everything to do with me!”

She flinched and he made a conscious effort to lower his voice, crouching at her feet and taking her hands, tilting her chin up to force her to look at him. “A threat to you is a threat to me because I care about you so deeply. And no one threatens me and gets away with it.”

“Terry, now you’re scaring me…” She tried to shrink away from his touch, but he was slipping too far into his own anger to notice. The idea of some creep feeling entitled to put their filthy, unworthy hands on his wife, reducing her vivacious personality and sweet smile to a quiet, blank stare, had Terry seeing red.

“This jackass put his hands on you? I’ll put my hands around his neck until it snaps,” he growled.

“Terry! Please, let me resolve this. Don’t hurt him-”

“-Don’t hurt him?” he was incredulous. They rose to their feet together, where he towered over her and gripped her by the shoulders. “He hurt you, I’ll hurt him. Cause and effect. Actions have consequences. If he doesn’t have an understanding of that concept, I’ll give him one…”

“‘Consequences’ doesn’t have to mean breaking his legs. I am begging you, please just let me handle this and don’t do anything, not yet- promise me, sweetheart, please. For me.” Y/N’s voice shook as she pleaded with him, hands fisted in his shirt, trying with everything in her power not to cry as she felt tears shimmer at the corners of her eyes.

Terry stared down at her wordlessly, but his face calmed, and he released her from his hold, making a gesture with his shoulders and arms that Y/N read as acceptance.

“Thank you,” she exhaled, wrapping her arms around his torso in an embrace, her body relaxing when she felt his arms curl around her too.

The following day, Y/N pulled her cream-colored vintage Mercedes into the driveway. She was looking forward to an early start to the weekend, having had an extremely productive day and meeting all of the week’s deadlines just after the hour of noon. It was truly shocking how productive Y/N could be when she wasn’t constantly having to worry about avoiding Brian and wondering what he might do next.

When Y/N first clocked in for the morning, she’d been struck with an ice-cold pang in her stomach upon noticing that his desk was empty. She immediately thought of the ominous conversation with Terry yesterday, but before she could fall too far down that spiral, she was relieved to learn that Brian had merely called in sick. She laughed at herself. There was always some kind of cough or cold floating around the office, and to be honest, Y/N was surprised that she hadn’t caught anything herself in a while.

Even though a single day of illness wasn’t going to fix any of her problems, it was definitely a charming coincidence, a welcome surprise. It made the entire day incredibly pleasant- the sun seemed to shine brighter, her morning tea tasted sweeter, and the sound of the Motown music coming from the car radio sounded clearer. Maybe the universe was on her side and, even if she didn’t know how yet, everything would sort itself out after all.

Reaching the garage, she removed the key from the Mercedes’ ignition and took a moment to relish in the silence. The only detectable sound was the distant chirp of birds.

Come to think of it, it was almost too quiet.

Even during times when Terry himself was away doing work, the staff was always clattering around inside and outside the house doing cleaning and maintenance. Maybe they’d also had a productive morning.

Gathering her purse and heading inside, Y/N thought about suggesting to Terry that they go out to dinner, and maybe even take a whirlwind weekend trip. She decided to freshen up her hair and makeup and change into something cute before he returned home. Maybe that delicate champagne-colored slip dress from Paris.

Y/N found the interior of the house to be just as quiet and empty as the exterior, the sound of her lone footsteps bouncing off the marble walls of the foyer. She jumped upon hearing a thud from the floor above but was comforted to finally hear some sort of movement in the house. She was about to call out for some of the staff when Vince, Terry’s head of security, appeared from a side hallway.

Y/N smiled in relief. “What’s going on? Where is everyone?” she asked, realizing that if Vince was at the house, then Terry must be as well. “Where’s Terry?”

Vince did not smile back. “Mr. Silver is working in his office. He asked not to be disturbed until-”

She waved him off, bemused, taking a step forward that he immediately moved to block. “What are you talking about? I’m sure-”

“Mrs. Silver, he ordered me not to let anyone in.”

“I’m his wife,” she insisted, her pulse inexplicably starting to race, eyebrows furrowed as she kept trying to get past Vince and he continued to block her path. It kept repeating over and over in her head that something was wrong. “I’m sure he didn’t mean…”

Their tense dance across the floors escalated as Vince physically tried to hold her in place by the shoulders.

“What the hell? Let me go!” she cried, writhing in his grip, and swatting at his chest.

“Mrs. Silver, please don’t do this-”

Y/N managed to push him away from her for a brief moment, long enough to step out of the perimeter of his reach and sprint up the stairs. She stumbled a few times, shaking and lightheaded, and her thoughts were so muddled from panic that she hardly knew how she eventually reached the door of Terry’s office.

She would have hesitated to dramatically burst in and disturb him under normal circumstances, but these circumstances were decidedly not normal.

She staggered through the doorway.

The rest of the room was slightly sunken-in from the doorway, making it so one was unable to see most of the room without taking a few steps further. She was met again with eerie quiet- apart from the faint sound of someone breathing heavily. Still shaking, Y/N treaded delicately forward until she sighted Terry standing in the middle of the room by the small couch, his back to her.

“I thought I told you not to come in here until I called you,” he snapped, his shoulders rising up and down with the force of his breath. His hair was swept into a ponytail, but it looked askew- loose locks floating at random on both sides of his head.

“Terry?” Y/N approached him timidly, struggling to speak over her knotted-up stomach.

At the sound of her voice, Terry spun around. Y/N froze. Surprise briefly flickered across his face before he brought his expression back to its typical calculated control. “You’re home early, darling,” he murmured, forcing enough of a smile that it would appear he was pleased to see her.

“I… I finished up my projects for the week…” Y/N trailed off, taking in the rest of Terry’s unusual appearance. His face glistened with sweat and one side looked like it was smeared with…

“W-what’s that?” she gasped, eyes widening as she gestured to his face.

Terry lifted a hand to his cheek, and when he lowered it, he studied the dark red that had transferred to the pad of his finger. He would have to think fast.

“You’re bleeding.”

As Y/N neared Terry, he tried to guide her away from where he’d been by the couch, but it was too late. As she grew close enough to just barely see around the front of the couch, her eyes went to an unfamiliar object on the ground.

It was a man’s shoe. With a foot in it.

Terry was silent as Y/N screamed, stumbling back in horror as her gaze traveled further up and recognized Brian, crumpled up on the floor in a heap of blood.

Terry caught her as she fell and attempted to gather her into his arms, but she thrashed against his hold.

“Get the hell away from me- don’t touch me! Don't fucking touch me!” Even though he was far stronger than her, he allowed her to push him away. He spoke in a measured, low tone.

“Listen. I didn’t want you to have to see this…”

“You are so sick,” she choked out, tears spilling down her cheeks, eying him like he was an uncaged wild animal.

“Sick with love for you, yes,” he replied bluntly, slightly tilting his head and giving a small shrug.

“No, you’re a monster; you are evil and vile and perverted…” she sobbed.

“Well, don’t stop there. Go ahead. Tell me more, sweetheart.” Terry’s tone was flat but his gaze was unflinchingly intense. She recoiled. “What did you expect me to do? Did you really think I was going to stand aside and do nothing, knowing that my wife spends every day looking over her shoulder and living in fear, getting preyed on like a piece of meat? Besides, I told you- a threat to you is a threat to me. I protect what’s mine.”

He tried to grab ahold of her again and she tried to wrestle blindly out of his arms, her vision blurred by tears, the anger at being betrayed, and the stomach-turning fear of what he was really capable of, no matter how much of a mellow act he could put on. But, this time, he didn’t allow her to push him away.

“Why the hell are you crying? You didn’t even like this worthless piece of shit- he hurt you and he got exactly what he deserved!”

She was supposed to be relieved- she also wasn’t supposed to see the body or find out Brian had been murdered- but there was no undoing it. Terry roughly gripped her by the chin, confused frustration overtaking his better judgement as he forced her to look at the body seeping blood all over the office carpet.

“Now, look at that. You’ll never hear another filthy word from that mouth,” he whispered gently, the side of his face pressed to hers, gesturing to Brian’s battered facial features. “Those hands will never touch you again.” Terry pointed out the amalgamation of blood and broken bone at the end of each of the man’s arms.

Y/N was able to free her chin, slippery from tears, from Terry’s grip, stomping one of his feet and elbowing him in the ribcage hard. He could have easily kept his hold on her and subdued her but decided it would be best to allow her a couple of minutes to calm down. He would repay her for the blows and the ungratefulness another time.

Terry reminded himself that Y/N, unlike himself, was totally inexperienced when it came to violence, blood, and guts. Doing what had to be done. She took the path of least resistance even at her own expense. But this was a start; something he could work with.

Alarmed by the commotion inside the office, having overheard the conversation but hesitating to interrupt, Vince and a member of the maintenance staff finally crept inside of the room, looking at Terry expectantly.

“Clean this room from top to bottom,” Terry directed, waving his finger offhandedly in the general direction of the couch before stalking past them. As he thought about where Y/N was likely to have gone, he wiped the sticky droplets of blood from his face.

After escaping Terry, Y/N had run straight to the master bathroom to be sick. Slumped over the toilet, she heaved violently, feeling worse than she ever had in her life, coming down from the pure shock and experiencing a gouging pain in her chest. She hoped with everything in her that Terry would leave her alone, but she knew he was likely only moments behind. And sure enough, she soon heard the door open behind her and felt his body close to her again. Forced to either vomit all over the room or remain clutching the toilet (and choosing the latter) it was impossible to shy away from his suffocating touch.

He knelt next to her on the tile, delicately stroking her back with one hand and holding her hair out of her face with the other.

“Darling, just try to breathe. Try to relax your stomach,” he cooed, wholly unphased by the disgusting sights and sounds before him as she weakly tried and failed to push him off. “That’s it, let it all out. I’ve got you…”

When Y/N appeared to be finished retching for the time being, Terry brought her so that her back was flush with his chest and his own back was propped up against the wall. He snaked an arm over the counter of the bathroom vanity, grabbing a towel to wipe her face with. She burst into tears again, undoing his work, laying helpless as he cradled her.

“N-no…” she groaned faintly.

She was too exhausted and defeated to fight him anymore. Caged by his long arms and legs, she just sobbed into his warm chest, feeling the vibrations of his voice.

“Everything will be alright now. You’re safe with me.”

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the-laughing-lunatic · 11 days

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Mediscout cute headcanons!!!

(Omg yea I love these guys so much, def one of my main ships. I also rlly like their dynamic in emesis blue but y’know, not very cute. I have a lot of thoughts about these guys so I accidentally made this really long— word count: 1714. Thx for requesting! :3)

Medic x Scout headcanons!

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

☆Platonic☆

Scout’s definitely scared of Medic at first

I mean, when your coworker mentions plans about putting a baboon uterus inside you you’re gonna be a little on edge

Avoids checkups for so long Medic has to find him and drag Scout himself to the medbay

“Sheiße, you are acting like a little child right now, it is not such a big deal Herr Scout. I am simply going to check a few things.”

“Well I’m sorry if I ain’t too thrilled to have some psycho puttin’ needles or animal parts or whatever in me.”

Medic groaned. “I just need to check your temperature, heart rate, and blood pressure. Now can you please shut your mouth and let me work?”

While he took Scout’s heart rate, both annoyed, Archimedes flew to Scout’s shoulder and nuzzled into the man’s neck

After the checkup Medic sighed and ushered his dove over. “Him? Really Archimedes?”

The dove cooed. “Well then, I trust your judgement, I suppose I’ll try to be nicer to him.”

After that he did try to be kinder to Scout, staying around him more, listening to what he’s saying at dinner, looking through his room to learn more about him—

That’s not how Scout interpreted it though, and one day when Medic was trailing a little too close to him again he just snapped “Will you fuckin’ cut it out!?”

“Cut what out?”

“This- this weird stalkerish thing you’re doing. What, you makin’ fun of me? You gonna take my organs in the middle of the night? What do you want?”

“Oh. I was trying to be nicer to you. I could stop if you want.”

“If you wanna be nice you could try talkin’ to me for once.”

And Medic did

Both of them are absolute yappers, and Scout quickly got more comfortable with Medic as they talked more

He’ll never forget the first time he saw Medic laugh

Like, genuinely laugh

He’d seen Medic laugh many times before, either on the operating table or during battle but it was always just…scary

When he actually laughed Scout couldn’t help but laugh as well, because Medic’s real laugh was so different of what he had thought of him

It was warm and nice, and suddenly Medic wasn’t just this psycho ex-doctor, he was also his friend

When they go out for drinks Medic often has to carry Scout back to the base because of his incredibly low alcohol tolerance (not that it’s hard though)

Medic would teach Scout how to take care of his birds in the case he was especially busy, Scout’s their godfather now

I feel like they’d also work well in a qpr, though Medic would have to help Scout a little since he’s been comfortable with his asexuality for longer and has probably been in one before

I headcanon them as both on the ace spectrum so I’m gonna delve into that a bit

I feel like Scout is graysexual while Medic is completely sex-repulsed

Scout honestly would’ve thought he was allosexual for the rest of his life until he heard Medic talking about how being ace felt for him

And he was like “huh, I relate to some of that”

Scout definitely has a lot of questions though

“So like- what’s romantic? Cus I don’t wanna take this too far, but you’re my cucumber, or squash— whatever the word is an’ I wanna show that I care about ya.”

“It’s zucchini, Jeremy. And the point of being in a queerplatonic relationship is that we get to make our own rules for what works for us. All you have to do is ask me if you want to try something.”

“Oh, um, well then. Is it okay if I kiss your cheek, doc?”

“Yes, Jeremy, it’s very okay.”

♡

Biggest dorks ever btw

Just so you know

☆Romantic☆

Medic would fall in love (or realize it at least) over something trivial

Accidentally brushing hands, a word of praise after a battle that made Medic especially appreciated, Scout falling asleep on his shoulder at movie night, etc.

It was weird, because Scout was almost the opposite of his type, he was loud, arrogant, and less than intelligent, but he accepted Scout as the outlier

Even though Medic fell first he didn’t initiate it

Though his moral compass was less than straight when it came to advancing the field of medicine, it felt weird to be the one starting anything with a guy nearly 20 years younger than him

He even performed a brain scan on Scout just to double-check his brain was fully developed (surprisingly, it was) so he could feel less weird about his crush

For a long time he just thought of it as an enjoyable distraction, not anything that could go anywhere

Scout liked Ms. Pauling, and Medic was fine with it. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to date Scout, he just liked the idea of a relationship, and Scout was an attractive man he could project those wants onto.

At least that’s how he reasoned it to himself

The giddy laugh Medic couldn’t help but let out every time he saw him, the way he always made sure to be gentler when he gave Scout his shots, how a Boston accent now equaled attractive in his mind (that didn’t come from Scout though, that’d be ridiculous)

With Scout though, his moment of realization was much less trivial

He was at four health a minute away from the end of the match, desperately trying to keep the blood from the bullet wound in so he wouldn’t have to go to respawn

Getting in respawn at the end of a match was miserable, because you might get stuck in there for hours after so everyone tried to avoid it at all costs

Scout’s eyes widened as he watched his health drop to three, no dispenser in sight

He closed his eyes and mentally prepared himself for sitting in the cold room for god know how long, until he saw a light above him

Holding his medigun, Medic stood above him, and the red glow surrounding him as he healed him made him almost look like an angel, his saviour

A psychotic angel, but an angel nonetheless

He felt Medic grab him by his collar (at what point did his knees go weak?) and say to him “Get up schweinhund, and fight.”

They won the match, at least that’s what Scout heard, he didn’t remember anything after Medic saved him

His entire body was on autopilot until the time he went to bed, when he had all night to think about how he was definitely attracted to guys

He definitely had a type though, regardless of gender

Glasses, dark hair, smarter and more mature than him (though that was a low bar), an itty bitty bit psychotic and have huge honkers— (jk jk jk)

Scout starts coming to the medbay for the tiniest things now so he can see Medic more

“Medic, I got a splinter” “Medic, my elbow’s sore” “Medic, I have a major crush on you and don’t know what to do with it”

After a bit of this, Scout just gave up excuses, Medic didn’t seem to mind his company

It became routine, after dinner Scout’d follow him to the medbay and talk with him while Medic filled out paperwork, occasionally giving a nod or short question to let Scout know he was still listening

One night though, Scout didn’t follow him back

Medic was disappointed, he had gotten rather fond of his chatter, but shrugged it off as Scout being tired

After a few minutes of paperwork, there was a knock at the door

He opened it to see a very nervous Scout holding a bouquet of roses

“H- hey doc! Um, y’know, we’ve been hangin’ out for a while, I really like you, and I hope you at least like me a little, so, uh, wanna go on a date sometime? Please?”

Medic just stands there for a solid bit before taking the flowers and smiling. “I’d love to.”

Scout takes him to a nice restaurant (that was definitely his idea and not Spy’s) and pays the bill for the both of them, which was substantial because Medic has a taste for the most expensive things on the menu

And Scout is a hella picky eater

“So like, can I have the steak, but - and stay with me here - you grind it up, grill it, cut one of the rolls in half and add the steak, along with fuckin’ ketchup, mustard, lettuce, pickles—”

“Sir, are you describing a burger to me?”

“...yeah?”

“It’s on the kids menu.”

“Oh. Sweet, then can I have that?”

After the date Medic lets Scout kiss him

They suck I hate them so much I don’t think about them all the time (lying)

Nicknames Scout calls Medic: Doc, Angel, Angelcakes, Babe

Nicknames Medic calls Scout: Hase, Schatz, Liebling, Dear

On the battlefield Scout’s constantly by Medic

“Hey Angelcakes, check this out!” “Didja see that? Didja see that?”

If they have to be separated any time Scout sees him he’ll give Medic a kiss

“Hase you’re at ten health, can you please stop trying to kiss me for a second so I can heal you?”

“Ugh, fine.”

After he’s done Medic gives Scout a kiss. “Thank you, on your way.”

Clingy ass motherfuckers

Scout’s way more obvious with it than medic though

Medic hardly even has to do anything, they’ll just be talking and Scout’ll notice half-way in the conversation that he’s cuddled up in Medic’s arms

Scout often sits in Medic’s lap as he works, rambling on about some comic he read or whatever.

After a few months of dating Medic only sleeps in Scout’s room

It feels more homey than his, which he admittedly already slept in very little due to his unfortunate habit of passing out at his desk

Nights often consist of Scout cuddled into Medic’s chest while Medic reads aloud to the both of them

(real talk reading together is such an underrated couple activity can we talk about this—)

“ —alright, that’s the end of the chapter. Liebling, are you asleep?”

“Nah, just relaxed. Love you angel.”

“I love you too Jeremy, Goodnight.”

They are the biggest saps ever and I will stand by this until the day I die

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#tf2 #team fortress 2 #medic tf2 #scout tf2 #scout x medic #quick fix #blunt trauma #mediscout #fanfiction

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mrs-monaghan · 10 months

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Hi just dropping by to say that jk is the gayest gay to have ever gayed and people who think he's straight are delulu thx bye

Gay JK. Let's talk about gay Jungkook during SEVEN. 😂 Josè Ochoa on YT is the one who pointed this out when he reacted to the MV but did u see JK twerking? On the official MV? 🤭

No, but listen. Wbk that this man looooooves to twerk. I mean....

He's done it in another official MV before...

I love this one sm but I really wish Jimin had noticed 🤭

Straight Jungkook shamelessly twerking for his man. I wonder if he's done the same for Jimin in them Calvins 🤔

Moving on... this is definitely a favourite of mine. Mans proper vibrates on fucking stage like what!?!?! 👁👃🏽👁 That's hetero JK for ya 🤭

How many straight men do you know who twerk this much? C'mon now. 🤭🤭 And he's good at it too! 🔥

Anygays, that's exhibit one. He he hee... Okay for what I'm about to say next, I'd like to remind people of this post I made. I know it sounds like I'm joking but birch, I'm damn serious. 😒

Disclaimer: The following is just what I noticed. You don't have to see what I see. Please form your own conclusions.

Also warning: my friends hated me for showing them this but I had way too much fun with it and now u get to suffer too 🤭🤭🤭 sorry not sorry 😂

So here we go. More proof of gay JK. Our lovely Kookie did awesome on that performance video and I have been enjoying watching and rewatching. So this is something I picked up on. 😂🤭 Once again I'm so sorry 🙈

When watching for the umpteenth time i noticed JK checking out Mr. Beard thrice here. When I tell you I was shooketh 😳 I can't see hot beard's ass very well but JK sure can 😂😂

When I showed this to my friends, one of them told me about black guy here. JK checks him out too when he sings every hour. So she was like; its part of the choreo Shaz stop it! And I was like okay. 🙌🏽

But as i continued to watch the video, guess what happened? Mr. Beard is now on JK's other side when it happens again!! Here he checks out hot beard guy when he sings Tuesday and then does again at the end when he sings seven days a week.

Now hear me out 🙌🏽 I'm not insinuating anything. Y'all now I'm deep in this Jikook shit. I'm just saying JK was checking out hot beard dancer. Which is no bd of course he's just looking. People joke around and call JK Jiminsexual because while we have seen Jimin thirst over other people here and there, we have never seen JK do this. Ever. Even other members like RM, Suga, Jhope and V have all been caught in 4k. But all these years and JK we have nothing. The only person we see JK checking out is Jimin. So forgive me if I was fascinated. 😂😂 Especially coz it kept fucking happening. I mean look at this!! When he runs back his eyes are on beard dancer's ass as he sings night after night 🤭🤭 Lastly, there is a part where JK shakes his dancers hands. Now watch him shake the other dancer's hand first, (i think its Brian) then watch him shake beard's hand and then smile back at him.

Why was it only Mr. Beard that got a smile? 😡 I don't think i like Mr. Beard and I hope he gets fired 😂😂😂🤣 Guys, I just thought this was really funny is all. And fascinating if I'm being honest because this isn't the norm for JK. Or maybe I'm just a nut job that need to go to bed.. who knows? 😆

Oh wait, hold up.

I just realised something. If Jimin watches this and sees what I see then JK will definitely be in trouble. Now, they've been at this xes thing for 9 years so JK should be a pro by now, right? So maybe the times when he's limping is because he gets punished for misbehaving and so Jimin goes a bit harder than usual which prevents JK from walking properly?

Or sitting down. 😳

I cracked the case y'all. 😂😂

Anyway anon.. what a long winded way to agree with you. Yes. JK is super gay! Like, super, duper gay. 💯

#ha ha ha haa #i did say i was sorry #ask shaz #bts ask #jikook theories #jikook theory #jikook #kookmin #minkook #jimin and jungkook #jungkook seven #jimin #park jimin #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts #jikook analysis

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justchobi · 1 year

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“are you done yet?”

TLOU2! joel x platonic!reader (or pedro joel, whatever makes u happy)

warnings: nothing tbh, just joel being a grumpy old dad.

summary: after a shift of checking for hoards with joel, you guys decide to ride back to jackson a bit early. due to your curiosity, you end up talking to him longer than joel appreciated.

A/N: hi guys.. erm, this is a "found family" fic, so the reader is pretty much a teen. if this gets any recognition and you repost, don't repost as like a relationship type deal, plz and thx :p also, im like 14 so please excuse how awful the writing is, i'm still trying to get used to it lol

you walk close to joel after you did a few rounds outside of Jackson. with your earbuds in your ears, joel climbs onto the horse before lifting you to sit in front of him. clicking the pause button, you remove the buds and stuff them in your pocket. joel grabs the rein and kicks the horses side as it begins to gallop, slowly picking up speed. it was awkward between the two of you.

“soo..” you started off. “did you hear how dina and ellie are thinking of getting married?” it was painfully silent.

“yes.” he said. his voice was rough but quiet. you keep your grip around his waist the same. “i don’t know if she wants me at the wedding.”

the atmosphere was tense. it was obvious he didn’t feel like talking, let alone to a curious kid. you thought to yourself, should i keep talking? “well, maybe you should ask her. you’re like her dad anyways, right?” he nodded his head before keeping it low.

“you think you’ll get married, joel?” he whipped his head around and glared at you. his eyes said “what are you talking about?” it caused you to laugh. “kid, what are you saying?” you caved in and started giggling. “i didn’t mean it in a bad way! just.. ya know, curious. anyone back home that catches your eye?” he shook his head.

“of course not, son. i prefer being alone. i don’t need a partner.” you look at him. he hadn’t told you about his past, but joel was a handsome man. there was no way he didn’t have a wife before all of this. “you didn’t have a wife before? or even a husband?” he hesitated at first, but opened up. “i did. she uh, left me. so i just had to take care of my daughter alone. it wasn’t too hard.”

“by daughter, do you mean-“

“no, i had a daughter before ellie. sarah.” he rubbed in between his eyes. “i’ll tell you later, ‘kay kiddo? just.. stop asking me questions for right now.”

you looked at him, sticking your tongue out behind his back. the sky got darker and the cold continued to increase in temperature. you held onto him tighter to stay warm.

“what’s your favorite thing in the whole world?” you could hear him groan. “pure silence without the voice of an annoying kid.” you chuckled with pride. “come on, old man. just answer the question!” it was quiet before he spoke again. “ i guess..” he thought for a few seconds. “movies. loved ‘em since i was a little boy.”

smiling, you lay your head on his back. it started to get warmed now that you were closer to him. and he didn’t seem to mind the fact you were practically glued to him. “maybe we could watch a movie later? when you have time, of course.”

he silent nodded his head. “i would like that.” you could hear a smile form on his face.

after your trip with him, you leap off the horse and put your bag on. you holding onto the animal for support while you put on some sneakers. coincidentally, joel place his hand on yours as you meet eyes. “hey, before you go kiddo..” he gave you a soft smile. “uh, thanks for the talk. it was short but.. i appreciate it.”

“psh. no need to thank me, dad-“ you catch yourself. no way you just said that. you put your foot back down and stomped away without looking back. hearing joel’s chuckles from behind, you wave goodbye. so embarrassing.. “i’ll see you later, joel.. looking forward to that movie night.”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x platonic reader #joel miller fluff #joel miller #old man joel #father figure joel #found family fic #the last of us #the last of us 2

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