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mingiswow · 2 months ago

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Of Kings and Queens

Pairing: elf king!Bang Chan x afab!human reader

Genre: fantasy, romance, smut

Word Count: +7k

Summary: Chan is the King of the elfs and some of his soldiers made you, a common human, a prisioner, and Chan it's not happy about it.

Content Warning: mentions of poverty, mentions of food, reader wears dresses, I think that's it

Smut warning: porn with plot, soft loving sex, implied first of reader, tit sucking, oral (reader recieving), piv, Chan calls them baby a few times. big dick Chan, soft in love Chan

a/n: it's been a while since I wrote anything (or have been active) but I've missed here so much and I had this idea (and others) stuck in my brain for days and had to write, so yeah, I hope you guys enjoy it and I'm happy to be back I guess?

⚠️ English is not my first language, so sorry in advance if there’s any mistakes

The sounds were loud outside, to the point of waking you up. The loud thud and clinging of the chains that held your arms in place finally making your dizzy and unsure mind fully wake up. Where were you? What was happening? Your memory was fuzzy, you couldn't remember much before waking up in that cold cell.

You heard noises coming closer. Steps. Voices.

“You trolls did not hurt them, did you?” the deep voice spoke and you wondered if it was about you, because if it was the soreness and the purple and blueish in your skin announced that they, whoever they might be, hurt you. “Oh you barbarians, what I've told you to do?”

“‘m sorry, m'lord but they attacked us, we had to attack back” one of them answered.

“Ah! I see… a civilian attacked you” there was silence for a few seconds and they stopped walking. “I'll see for myself how they are and pray for the magic tree that they are not badly hurt. Now, leave” steps left and steps got closer.

You took a deep breath in as the steps got too close for comfort. A shadow hovering the entrance of your cell.

Then a man stood in front of it. Tall. Strong. Confident. Warm. He held a soft smile, as he opened the cell and entered, leaving it open. Instinctively you cornered yourself like a mouse trapped by a cat.

“No fear, human, I will not hurt you” his voice was deep and velvety, so warm for a man that sparked so much fear in you, you almost wanted to give in. Almost. He squatted to be at the same eye level as you. “I am sorry for my men. They… they tend to get a bit carried away sometimes”

If it was a normal environment for you you'd leave a smart ass remark. But that wasn't the case. You ate your answer down as you shivered in your little corner.

The man sighed and dropped his head down. “How about some introductions? My name is Chan, I'm an elf, right now you are in the elf realm and…” he came closer, you shrank even more, but that didn't stop him from coming even closer to take the chains off from your wrists. The old metal fell in the ground with a clinging sound. “And I’m sorry my men put you here and, you know, hurt you. Do you remember what happened back in your village?” for the first time in the evening you answered him, simply by shaking your head no. “I can help you with your wounds and bruises, but only if you allow me, ok?”

You looked at him still hesitant, who was this man and why was he helping you? And out of nowhere?

You weren't sure if you wanted to trust him. your instinct wanted to, wanted to give in, to finally give yourself to someone else to take care. But your reason was telling you no, telling you it was a trap, you'd end up dead in the best case scenarios.

“Your majesty?” another one of the elves came looking for him, he was dressed in clothes similar to the man in front of you, so you deduced he mustn't be a soldier like the ones that hurt you.

“Yes?” he turned to look at the man and then, just then, it hit you. The title. Your majesty. He wasn't a random man helping you, he was the king of the elves himself. Your mind, already fuzzy and blurry, became even more confused.

Your eyes started to blur and head spin and you knew that feeling all too well. Soon everything became pitch black before you could listen to the two men call for you.

The cold breeze that flowed through the opened windows to your barely covered body made its pores bristle and you curl yourself even more in the soft fur duvets. A smile plastered on your lips.

Chan, who sat in an armchair by your side, watched your reactions and admired your soft features. Your body was covered in old rags that he could barely call them clothes, the fabrics made probably out of old potato and flour sacks hardly covered your body and that made him think of how cold you must be in the cold hard winter was right now in the human realm. Your legs were covered in bruises, the purple marks starting to turn yellow around it, some scars adorned them too, yet he wondered if they were as soft as they seemed. Your arms weren't in a different state as your legs, bruises and scars making them look like a galaxy, the plush skin seemed to scream for help. He promised himself to punish his men after he tended you and your wounds, they didn't have the right to hurt a civilian this badly.

He then stopped at your precious face. Oh your face. He swore he never saw something so calm yet fierce in his life, deep down he knew you were strong. Your eyes seemed to claim for him even closed up, the way they would slightly tweak while you were sleeping like you were about to wake up at any given moment. Your lips held a soft smile of happiness, half parted, so delicated.

Chan didn't know what was about you, if it was something about humans that he didn't know, all he knew was that he was so drawn to you, more than he had even been to anyone else before. He wanted to protect you, give you everything you wanted.

“Are you going to be creeping out the girl until she wakes up?” Chan turned to the door where Felix, one of his counselors and right hand man, stood, arms crossed and a smirk in his lips. He might be under the rules of Chan, but they still were childhood friends.

He entered the room carefully so as not to wake you up.

“There is something about her, Felix, I can quite pinpoint” the youngster held a laugh. “Do not laugh please, I am quite lost here”

“Have you heard about…” when Felix was about to say something you murmured on the bed, calling their attention.

You moved slowly, stretching your limbs lazily, a happy squeaky sound coming from your mouth. Your eyes opened as slow as you moved, but as soon as you saw the two men you instantly cornered yourself on the headboard of the giant bed, covering your frame with the covers. Your eyes left the men and wandered around the place where you were. The place was a giant bedroom, bigger than whatever entire place you've ever been on, walls decorated with beautiful pastel wallpapers and hanging plants. Big part of it was of windows that went from the ground to the ceiling.

You were lost in your thoughts while admiring the place you were in that you did not notice Chan speaking to you “Miss?” you turned your head back at the men, locking eyes with the king. “Are you alright? You passed out back in the cell and we thought best to bring to one of the royal rooms” you nodded. You wanted to thank him so badly but the voice didn't seem to want to leave your mouth. Not yet. “Everything must’ve been a lot for you to take in, why do not you take a bath and change into a new set of clothes? I'll make sure the maids get something comfortable and suitable for you” you nodded again.

Chan and Felix bowed slightly and left the room. Soon a few female elves came into the room and took you to the bathroom next door, the place was already ready for you. The bath was running warm with bubbles, the water cloudy with what you assumed was milk and some flower petals. The smell invaded your senses, making you feel relaxed at least a little. Three of them stood on guard by the side of the bath, a little far. You looked at them, expecting for them to leave but they just stood there.

“Are… you gonna be… here?” your voice was low, hoarse, your throat definitely hurt, but you were happy that you managed to speak for the first time in you don't know in how long.

They nodded. “We don't see nudity as you humans folks” the smallest of them spoke, her voice low pitched, almost annoying. “And it is standard procedure for us to accompany the King's guests in their baths”

“What an odd procedure”

“Don't be pressured by our presence here, miss, we are here only to be sure you have a pleasant bath and if you need anything else we can serve your needs” another one of them said, bowing.

Hesitantly, you took your clothes off, standing nude, they didn't seem a bit unfazed by that indeed. You entered the bath and instantly relaxed when you felt the warmth of the water hugging your body. Just then you took your time to take a look at your bruises and wounds, they would for sure leave more marks than you already had in your skin. The thought made you shiver a little.

The bubbles started to move as if they were alive and you got scared, moving uneasy in the bathtub.

“They are enchanted to heal the more superficial of your wounds” the smallest one answered and you looked at her with widened eyes. How was that possible? “Did you forget we have magic in the elf realm?”.

To be really honest you knew nothing about the elf realm or the other realms really. You never went to school, your family was very poor and going to school was for rich kids. You worked and helped your family ever since you were a kid, making baskets to sell at the market, helping at the bakery, at the local market, at the farms picking fruits, you name it. So all you knew that there were other realms besides the human and other creatures, often you'd meet some of them.

Besides not knowing how you ended up in the King's cell, all you remember was his men going to the human realm to collect some stuff for the King and when they couldn't find or when people didn't have they threw a tantrum and that involved you, that at the wrong place at the wrong time and tried to protect a kid.

You looked back at the maids and just nodded, going back to enjoying your bath.

When you got back to the room there was the most beautiful dress you ever laid eyes on. It was made of some fabric you never saw in your life, it was soft yet light to the touch, a light shade of green, the bodice embellished with thousands of little crystals that changed colors depending on how light hit them. The skirt was flowy and had a few layers to it and to complete the look, the back of it had a flowy cape that wasn’t much longer than the skirt. There was also a pair of low heels shoes, matching the dress color. Your eyes sparkled seeing those garments, you never dressed anything so fancy in your life.

“Let me help with your hair, miss” another maid said entering the room and you nodded, sitting in a chair in front of a dressing table. After a few minutes your hair was dried and half put back in tiny braids. “The King is waiting for you at the dining room, miss”

“Where is the dining room?” you asked a bit shy, voice still hoarse but a bit better than before.

“Want me to take you there, miss?” you nodded shyly and she smiled. “Dress yourself and I will take you there”.

You quickly put on the dress, carefully not to ruin the ethereal fabric, put on the shoes and took a look of yourself in the mirror that stood next to the dressing table. You looked absolutely stunning, looking like a real princess. Never in a million years you imagined yourself to be dressed like that, but you also never imagined yourself in the elf realm as well.

You turned yourself to the maid and nodded, signaling you were ready to go. She nodded back and turned on her heels and started walking down the hallway.

The walk wasn't long but the closer you got, the more nervous you'd get, the further you seemed to be. You only seemed to finally arrive at the destination when you saw two large doors being guarded by well dressed men that greeted the maid and you. You returned the greeting with a bow before stopping in front of the doors.

“Here you are, miss, the dining room, I'll leave you now, have a wonderful evening” you thanked her before she left and turned back to the doors that before you could process anything or even take a deep breath, the men opened them revealing you.

Inside the room there were four men, two of them which you recognized as the King and the man that was with him in your room when you woke up. Their heads turned towards you as the doors opened revealing you. And in that moment you just wanted that a hole opened in the ground and swallowed you, you never had any attention towards you, wonder this much.

You felt like your feet were glued to the ground, you couldn't walk, you wanted to walk inside the room, but you were stuck in your place.

Chan seemed to notice your uneasiness and came to you. He held his hand so you could hold it. You hesitate for a bit before accepting it. He took it to his lips, kissing it gently, the action brought shivers down your spine, no one ever treated you like this, this gently, this kindly.

You started to walk by his side, hand still in his, a heat forming to your cheeks.

“Kind sirs, this is the human I was talking about, miss…” he looked over at you, you still haven't introduced yourself to him.

“yn, my name is yn” your voice came lower than intended but you managed to speak, which you were glad.

“I see little birdie can speak finally” the one that was in the room with Chan spoke with a sly smirk.

“Felix!” the King scolded him, who just laughed. “This little menace of a man is Felix, one of my counselors and right hand man” he gave a little wave. “The one on his right is Minho, also one of my counselors and the head of the knights” the man gave a little bow, his face closed, unreadable. “And last but not least is Jeongin, he is the head of the royal guard”.

“Welcome to our realm miss yn” he said sweetly and you bowed.

Chan pulled a chair by his side and signaled for you to sit in. He wanted to tell you how gorgeous you looked, how beautiful that dress made you look, even more than you already were. He wanted to shower you with compliments and give you everything you wanted but he held himself, he was a king after all, he had to keep his composure.

“Did you enjoy your bath, miss yn? How did you like your dress?” he asked and called in some maids that brought in the food.

“I just felt weird having people watching me bathe, we don't do that in the human realm. And the dress is very gorgeous, thank you” you looked over to your hands as you played with your fingers before looking at him again. “Actually, thank you for everything, you didn't have to do anything. Really”.

“You do not have to thank me for anything, it is my duty as the King to keep the peace between the realms”

“Nevertheless, thank you for your generosity, as you may have noticed I'm not the most… privileged person in my realm, or any realm really,” you left a light chuckle, “I've never been treated so kindly by anyone, I'll be forever grateful for that” Chan smiled, his eyes closing and you noticed he had the cutest dimples in his cheeks. He seemed really young and well presented for a king, who usually were old and ugly out of stress. At least that's what you've heard and saw out of the human king.

The conversation was cut when the maids started to bring an infinite amount of food, your eyes sparkled with the sight and the smell. You didn't know where to look, there was so much food, much more that you ever saw in your life, more than you've ever seen even produced at the bakery. Chan noticed your excitedness and thought it was the cutest thing he saw. You looked like a child seeing candy for the first time, and you probably were seeing that much food for the first time also.

Everyone waited for the King to lift his hand and give his nod, allowing them to serve their plates. You were still a bit shy so you waited for them to serve themselves first, noticing how much everyone was going to put in their plates. As soon as everyone had their plates full, you grabbed a few things, not wanting to look like a starved person, even though you were, and the growling sound of your stomach snitched you.

When the first bite touched your tongue it was out for you. You lost the game you were playing against yourself. You started devouring the food, eating it like you haven't eaten in months. The chicken tenders, the mashed potato, the whatever it was that orange sauce you never saw in your life, everything was entering your stomach in a rush, as if they would escape you.

After a while you then noticed pairs of eyes watching you amused, shocked, enchanted even. Just then you realized you were hunched over the table and eating like an animal. You slowly stopped eating and got back to your normal position, wiping your mouth clean with the back of your hand. Minho handed you a napkin while the other left soft amused chuckles. The heat in your cheeks got back, the warmth burning them out of embarrassment.

“I see you enjoyed our food. I am glad” Chan said between a big smile. You nodded shyly, head instinctively going down, your lap suddenly more interesting. “No need for shyness miss yn, please enjoy as much as you want, we have plenty of it as you can see”.

The four men got back to their own eating and so did you, this time being more careful with your manners, trying to copy them.

Chan and his friends spent the whole dinner talking to each other, almost not acknowledging your presence there if it wasn’t for the king’s stolen glances from time to time. He couldn’t take his eyes out of you, you were so concentrated in the food, enjoying it like it was your last meal on Earth. So naturally beautiful without even trying. The green of the dress really did complement your complexion and made you glow. He was hypnotized by you.

When the dinner and silverware were taken out, the three men said their goodbyes and left the room, leaving you and Chan alone.

There was a moment of awkward silence before he cleared his throat, calling your attention.

“How about we take a walk in the garden?” he asked, his dimple shyly appearing.

“I’d love that”.

The sun was shining high yet the weather was enjoyable and warm, a soft and cold breeze would blow from time to time making the trees and flowers dance swiftly around the two of you. The smell of the flowers hugging you in a calming and welcoming manner, making you feel as if you were wrapped in a soft blanket of them. Making you feel like… home.

Chan and you walked side by side in silence, enjoying each other's company. You noticed how he would look around then look back at you for a while then look back at the sight of the breathtaking garden of his castle.

“So… miss yn, do you have someone to go back to?” you looked at him, head tilting to the side, not sure what he meant with his question. “I mean, do you have a family, parents, siblings, perhaps someone special” the last part came out almost sheepishly out of Chan, he was so curious that he couldn't hold himself. He wanted to keep you to himself.

You denied with your head. “My dad died when I was younger and my mom died not long ago and me and my siblings quite don't talk to each other anymore, each one following different paths” you sighed. A moment of silence falling, Chan's heart squinting thinking you were remembering your lover. “And I don't have any one special, I'm just a farm girl, I have nothing to offer, I don't even have where to live” you shied your face away, suddenly ashamed of yourself.

How a homeless loser like you ended in a daydream like this? You felt like you didn't deserve all that. Chan had been nothing but a sweetheart all this time, offering you his place, his magic, his food, his people, his wealth, and what did you offer back? What did you have to offer back? You felt your heart sink down and break in a million pieces. But better break now then after the damage was done.

“I do not think you have nothing to offer” Chan said, stopping his walk so he could look at you properly.

“I never went to school, so I'm not smart, I’m not delicate or refined like the girls from the human realm, all I can do is bake some bread and pick some fruits” you looked back at him.

“Well, then since you have no one to come back then, why don't you stay here with me some more days and we can prove that you have more to offer than you think?” the king said nonchalant, like he was offering you a glass of water.

You opened and closed your mouth several times but nothing came out, you were at a loss of words. For the first time in your life you didn't have a smart remark or a sassy answer to give.

“So what do you say, miss yn?”

“I honestly invited you to stay here with me to spend time with me, if I knew that after I taught you how to ride you were going to spend most of your days here, I'd never taught you” he heartily laughed, his hands crossed on top of the door of the stable where you brushed the horsehair with so much care and love.

You turned over to look at the owner of the voice and smiled widely.

It was approximately three weeks since you decided to accept Chan's crazy invite. And it was the best thing you ever did. Not only were you living a princess’ life, but you were being taught so many new things by Chan, his employees and friends. You were taught how to read - still working on this one -, taught how to paint, how to play archery, play chess and how to ride the horses. And on top of all that, you were really getting to know Chan, and he was getting to know you.

“Are you free for a ride today, good sir?” you asked.

“For you? Always” you felt your cheeks heat and just nodded, not knowing how to respond to his flirtatious answers.

A thing you've learned about the king was that he was flirty, and you didn't know if it was just a joke between acquaintances or if he really was flirting. All you knew was that he made you weak in the knees, flirting or not. He had a power over you that you had yet to see something so strong and powerful. Many nights you caught yourself dreaming about him, waking up soaked in sweat and panties drenched. You felt so bad. So dirty. How could you think these things about the man that so kindly took you in? Took care of you? Helped you?

“Ready?” his voice took you out of your trance.

“Ready”.

You two hopped on the horses and rode down the hills that surrounded the castle, enjoying the view and each other's company. The weather was, as always, breezy and warm, the leaves of the trees making their dance as if accompanied you. You just stopped when you arrived by the river, the horses drinking the crystal water as you decided to rest a little at the shadow of the trees.

“The view here is really beautiful” you said looking to the horizon, admiring all the land below, the little houses from the villages looking like tiny mushrooms.

“Not as you” Chan said, his smirk making its infamous appearance.

“You should stop doing this, Chan” you said before you could control yourself.

“Doing what?’’

“Flirting”

“Why?” he took a step closer. You didn't retreat.

“Because… Because you make people confused with what you mean” another step.

“Why are you confused?” he licked his lips and looked at your eyes like he was looking right into your soul.

“Be-because you keep flirting and I don't know what you want” he was so close that you could swear that he would be able to hear your heartbeats.

“I thought I was being very open about my intentions” he was then practically glued to you, a few centimeters from your bodies to touch. He leaned to your ear so he could whisper and just his breathing made you shiver. “Can I touch you?” his question caught you a bit off guard but you nodded nonetheless. He circled his arm around your waist and finally pulled you close to his body, glueing you to him. The action ripping a squeal from you. “I hope this makes it very clear”.

He looked down at your lips as if asking for permission, to which you nodded. But when he was leaning to kiss you, the horses started to neigh, announcing the arrival of someone else.

“Sir, I'm sorry to bother, but we have a problem” it was Jeongin, his face was red, almost scared.

Chan, who had let go of your body quickly with his friend's arrival, instantly was on top of his horse ready to go back to the castle.

The two men left you behind, running fast with their horses. You decided to stay a little more at the clearing by the river. You had packed a few things with you, so you were good for a few hours at least while Chan dealt with his problem.

The sun was setting when you set your feet back at the castle, ready for a long bath. But when you arrived at your room you found Chan sitting in your bed with the most desolated face you've ever seen these past few days.

“Chan?” you asked and his head turned up, looking at you, a faint smile appearing. “Everything alright? Why are you here?” he lifted himself and hugged you, his nose nuzzling in your neck, smelling your scent, the smell of your skin addicting yet calming to him.

“I needed you” he hugged you tighter and you returned the hug, hugging his waist.

“I'm here now, sh…” he sighed. “Wanna talk about what happened?” he denied, still buried in your neck. “I know a way I can help you relax” he finally left your neck, puzzled.

You reached for his mouth, leaving a soft peck on his chapped lips. He blinked a few times before grabbing you by your waist and bringing your body close to his, hands flush against your plush skin.

“You cannot do that and expect me to accept just that” you giggled.

His other hand grabbed the nape of your neck and finally brought your face against his, colliding your lips together. He guided the kiss, slow, gentle, the plush lips moving like a melody and its lyrics. Hands dancing a freestyle dance against each other's bodies. Chan asked for permission to deepen the kiss by gently licking your lips, which you gladly permitted. The kiss started to get more urgent, tongues dancing a beautiful tango inside your mouths, sparks flying from your insides.

He started to gently pull you two to the bed. He fell sat when he felt the mattress hit the back of his legs, breaking the kiss. The king looked at you, smile planted on his lips, dimples deep. Your cheeks burning from both the action and shame. He gently caressed your sides until his hands were on your waist, pulling you to his waist. He was always so gentle and careful with you, as if you were gonna break, made of glass.

Chan helped you straddle his lap, hands wandering your barely covered by the dress legs, the soft skin shivering under his calloused touch. All so soft. All so new to you.

You grabbed his face between your hands and started to kiss him again, addicted to his taste and his air. He instantly and gladly retributed the kiss, one hand squeezing your thigh, the other bringing you closer to him by your back, holding you by the base of your neck, the grabbing a little tighter there, making you feel tingles all over your body.

You kept just kissing for a while, enjoying each other's presence, body, touch. But it was when you grinded a little in his lap and left a little whine that he lost his composure. Chan broke the kiss, hugged your waist and turned your bodies over, laying you both in bed, him hovering over you. He fixed your hair and placed a peck on your lips.

“I want to take this further” he nuzzled in your neck, smelling the faint musky smell that was already starting to get out of your pores. He loved that smell. “Will you allow me?” he asked, muffled by your neck, almost as if he was ashamed to look at your face and you melted at him, his softness. You grabbed his face between your hands again, putting the strands of his longish hair behind his ears and caressing the points of his elf ears, they were so endearing to you.

You deposited a soft kiss on his lips, and smiled, nodding. The smile that left the king's mouth was one of the most beautiful you've ever seen and you wished your brain could take pictures and capture that moment forever.

Chan kissed you again, this time more urgent, hard, as if you were going to run away at any minute, slip away from his hands like sand. His tongue fought with yours but it always won, dominating and guiding the kiss. Not that you complained, you were loving it, your body responding to every stimulus, heating up fast, tingles running down your skin through your bloodstream.

He started to slip under your dress, caressing and squeezing your thighs, taking a sigh from you.

“Can I take your garments off?” you nodded, incredibly hot already.

He started to slowly - too slow for your taste - take the piece of fabric out of your body, leaving you with your chest exposed to him and underwear. Chan admired the sight in front of him, you, sprawled in the bed, half naked, all just for him. He looked at you, eyes already dark and dilated, pleading, and you nodded, grabbing his hands and bringing to your chest. When his fingers felt the soft skin under them he left a deep sigh, his dick growing impossibly hard under his pants. But he needed to be patient, he didn't know your limits and he didn't want to scare you away.

“You are perfect, yn” he whispered, more to himself but you could listen. “I'll take care of you tonight”.

The king lowered himself and kissed your lips quickly, hands still on your boobs. His lips started to go down, to your chin, neck and finally to your chest. He gave a long lick at the valley of them before assaulting the left one. He licked, sucked and grazed his teeth. You were completely lost in the new feelings. And you couldn't control the whines that left your body, even when you tried to cover your mouth with your hands, embarrassed.

“Do not hold it, baby, let it all out I want to hear how good I make you feel” the way he spoke to you, his husky voice, the nickname, everything made you even hotter and the tingle between your legs stronger and a loud moan left your lips. Chan left a satisfied smile between sucks and licks.

He kept his assault on your chest for a while, making sure to give both of them enough love but also he could enjoy the little shy whimpers you left. But when he decided he was done, he lowered himself, kissing your tummy until it reached the waistband of your underwear and he removed slowly, excruciatingly slowly. Then you were completely bare in front of him, but you couldn't care less, all you wanted was for him to give what you wanted. And what you wanted was for that fire inside to stop.

Chan looked over at you and the scene was perfection to him: you bare to him, chest raised up with heavy breathing, head thrown back, mouth agape, legs squeezed together trying to get some friction. You were a sight to behold and he was glad you were only his.

He gently opened your legs, positioning himself in between them, knees on the ground, as if he was about to pray to the most beautiful goddess. He softly and slowly touched your vulva with his index and middle finger and you squirmed, legs trying to close between his broad shoulders. He started to spread your own wetness all around and you couldn't control your own sounds, the feeling was too much, too good, too overwhelming. You grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

“Sh… It is alright, baby, I am here, I will make you feel good, ok? Do you trust me?” you nodded rapidly and let go of his wrists. “Good girl, now I will touch you, ok? Do as much noise as you want, I want to know that you are feeling good” you nodded again and took a deep breath.

Chan touched you back but this time you were more aware and prepared. His fingers started slow and caressing all the extension of your vulva, spreading the juices and making you more wet than you already were. After a little doing this he concentrated his touch in your clit, making irregular shapes and movements in the little bundle of nerves, making you jolt your hips off of the bed. A louder moan flying off of your lips. He held you down by your tummy and kept his movements, going slow before adding speed. You were so sensitive that these mere movements were making your legs twist and shake. But he wasn't not even close to satisfied. He lowered his fingers to your hole, teasing the entrance a little before entering it with just one first. It was all so overwhelming for you, you felt like you were melting in his hands, a fire burning in your stomach, your legs giving in, you couldn't feel them anymore. You were completely at his mercy and you were loving it.

He was fucking you with his finger slowly, carefully. His middle finger knuckles deep inside your gummy walls and all he could think was how it would feel around his dick, that was leaking precum pressed inside the confinements of his clothes. The king took his finger out, earning an annoyed moan out of you, making him chuckle before he inserted the finger back together with the index, stretching your walls deliciously. There was pain but it was completely wrapped by pleasure. You couldn't stop moaning and whining, and Chan loved your noises, he wanted to record those so he could listen after.

The man couldn't hold himself and his promise of making it easier for you to handle and joined his mouth to the party. He wanted to taste you so bad. And he did not regret a single second of it. His mouth ate you like he was a starved man. His lips sucking your clit, licking it, flicking it, making it their own little personal toy. All that while fucking your hole with his fingers. You felt so overwhelmed, heated, your cheeks, your chest, everything burned, but especially your tummy, it felt like it was about to explode at any moment.

Chan kept fucking and eating you until he felt your walls squeeze his fingers and he felt you tremble entirely, a loud crooked moan leaving your lips and he knew you had came for the first time in the night. He retreated his fingers and mouth from you, earning a whine that made him chuckle, letting you breathe and recover from the orgasm. He laid by your side on the bed, his breathing as erratic as yours.

After a while recovering, you turned to the side to look at him. “Chan…” you called him, hand going to his chest. “I want… more” he chuckled at your sudden shyness. He turned to his side so he could look better at you, putting a strand of your sweaty hair behind your ear.

“Can you handle it today?” you nodded, a gleam in your eyes, something he had never seen in anyone before, maybe because he had never been with a human before you. “I swear you will be the death of me, miss yn”.

He rolled on top of you, making you giggle. His smile prodding from his lips, his dimples deep on his cheeks. He kissed your lips slowly, tongue entering your mouth with expertise now, an explorer who already knew the territory. You responded without hesitation, already expecting that kiss. Hoping for it.

You started to try and take his shirt off and he understood what you wanted, separating from you and unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off, making his torso naked in all its glory. His chest chiseled and well sculpted that you couldn't help but bring your hands to feel it under your fingers, the muscles tensing under your curious touch, your short nails grazing from top to bottom, making him shiver and bite his bottom lip.

“I think you are too dressed up” you said in a burst of confidence, taking a sincere chuckle out of him.

“I think too, why don't you help me?” you nodded eagerly, lifting from your place on the bed and staying on your knees on the edge of it. Chan lifted from the bed and waited for you to do your job.

You carefully grabbed the waistband of his jeans and opened his button, slower than he wanted though. When you pulled his dress pants down you almost gagged with the size of the volume in his briefs, for how long was he holding his penis this hard. You finally pulled his underwear down and he hissed from having his member finally free. The thing was rock hard, bouncing a little, in all its glory. It was big, thick, slightly curved upwards. You were so static looking at it that Chan had to break the spell it had on you by lifting your head by your chin and making you look into his dark eyes.

“Like what you see, baby?” you nodded and he kissed you again, hungrily this time, pushing you back to the bed.

He kept kissing you while his hand went to his dick and started to tease you, rubbing his dick to collect your wetness. You whined into the kiss and rubbed yourself into him, wanting more friction. Chan broke the kiss and glued your foreheads, as if he silently asked for permission, for which you nodded.

Slowly and gently Chan started to invade your hole, just his head entering, the stretch burning from inside out. He was so gentle with you, letting you get used to the feeling of his thick cock inside of you, so different from his fingers. Hurting yet so delicious.

You gently tapped his arm after a while when you thought you were good to go. He slowly started to move and he could swear your face was the sexiest thing he ever saw. He had barely done nothing and you already had your head thrown back and eyes rolled back. You left a loud moan when he finally put everything in, giving again time for you to get used. He knew that if your walls kept pulsating around him the way they were he wouldn't last long, but he needed to bear it. For you. The moment was all about you.

You pulled him to lay on top of you, arms hugging him close to your chest, hands playing to the tips of his pointy ears, making him even more sensitive than he already was. “Move” you whispered lowly in his ear, your breath, the sensuality and neediness in your voice making him shiver down his spine despite the droplets of sweat already forming there.

He let go of your embrace to get in a better position to both move and see your face while doing it, he wanted to see it all, he wanted to imprint in his brain the moment he made you his. He finally moved, taking a bit of his dick out before putting it back in slowly. Your mouth opened but not a sound came out. He did it again. And again. Every time taking more of it out before putting it back in. His swaying and rolling. His movements calculated to be both slow and strong. When he felt you were more comfortable he started to move faster and deeper, earning sweet little sounds from you.

You were basically limp in his arms, surrendered to the moment. He was making you feel so good, all of you was his now, your body , soul and heart. If you thought you had a silly little crush on the king before, now it was more than proved that it was more than a crush. Being able to give yourself fully to someone was something that you never thought you were able to do, and then there you were.

You felt the burning in the pit of your stomach start to grow again and Chan felt your walls starting to flutter around his member. He was holding himself for a while, wanting to cum with you. He moved one of his hands to your clit, playing with it and it was your end, your second orgasm coming like a non-ending wave washing over you, legs shaking and trembling, eyes rolling back as Chan held you in place and helped you ride it down.

Before he could overstimulate you, he took his dick off and started stroking it, coming seconds after in your belly, the white spurts painting your complexion.

He grabbed his shirt and cleaned it from you, discarding the piece of clothing on the ground and laying by your side. He hugged you and brought you to lay your head on his firm chest.

Both of you stood laid like that for a while, just enjoying each other's presence and listening to each other's labored breathing to calm down. Your fingertips drawing abstract shapes on his chest, his hand caressing your arm while he would eventually leave little kisses on the top of your head.

“I think I cannot let you go back” he finally confessed after a while. You turned to look at him.

“And I think I don't want to go back home” you answered. “I don't even have a home to go back to” you confessed.

“Then it is decided, you will stay here at our realm and become my queen”

“But I'm a human? Won't they be against it?” you lifted yourself a little so you could look at him, crossing your arms in his chest.

“That is a they problem, I am their king and I made my choice” he pinched your nose. “I will cut whosoever head is against us” you laughed at him, giving him a peck on his lips.

“I like you very much Chan” you admitted, going back to lay in his arms.

“I like you very much too, miss yn”.

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iamzer0 · 6 months ago

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Yᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ Pʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ Tʜᴀɴᴏs/ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ 230

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴅᴀʏ 4 ᴏғ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴛɪʟʟ ɪ ʀᴜɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ɪᴅᴇᴀs

(A/n: this one is low-key long but bare with me here)

You met Thanos in of all places a convenient store, you had just gotten out of school and wanted a snack.

You grabbed some food and went to check out, but there was this guy with bright purple hair arguing with the clerk.

He said she ‘overcharged’ him, in reality he just didn’t have enough money for his stuff.

You knew he would go on forever and you didn’t feel like waiting.

So you went up to the counter, food in hand and slammed down some change enough to cover his and yours.

“𝘖𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵." The clerk said.

She had confused you for his younger sibling, maybe because you walked in the store at the same time as him.

Honestly you just brushed it off, not really taking notice to the comment. But the entire time he was staring at you like you were crazy.

It was a quick interaction but that small gesture was all Thanos could think about for the longest time.

Maybe it was all the drugs he was taking at the time, but he felt kinda happy being called a big brother.

You naturally forgot about the whole interaction until you unfortunately saw him again.

You were at a friends house but had to go home as it was getting late.

That’s when you quite literally ran into him.

He was of course currently on some pretty strong drugs. He ran into you full force, on accident, knocking you and himself down.

As you struggled to regain balance, he suddenly grabbed you shoulders almost shaking you.

He looked at you with wide eyes. Like he just saw an old friend.

“𝘶𝘮𝘮.. 𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶?.." you said confused.

He did his whole introduction that lasted longer than needed. You gathered he was a rapper named Thanos that was clearly on something.

He babbled on about random things you didn’t really understand. “𝘶𝘮 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰..."

You said wanting to leave this one sided conversation.

As you turned to leave he grabbed your wrist than turned to you looking so serious, asking your name.

To shut him up you told him your name, before grabbing your hand back and turning to leave.

You thought you lost him but it turns out he followed you back to your house, as you entered the house out of site.

He just kinda stood there eyeing the door longingly.

He felt so warm and fuzzy around you, even with only meeting you twice.

It was something that not even the drugs could make him feel.

He kinda started stalking you, he told himself that this was normal behavior.

He starting twisting reality in his mind, he started to genuinely believe you were his younger sibling.

He is a very delusional man, so when your parents left town on a work trip he jumped at the chance to ‘get to know you’.

Which was basically just him borderline harassing you until you acknowledged him.

But you got smart, having your friends parents drive you to and home from school, only going outside for groceries, etc.

The time was 1:05 AM and he was currently standing out side your house, he popped a pill to soothe his nerves.

Than knocked on your door, when you didn’t answer he did the only rational thing a man in this situation could do.

He threw a brick through your kitchen window, hopping through it.

As soon as he entered he heard an ear piercing screaming. You started losing your shit screaming and threatening him.

He ran at you full force knocking you to the ground putting a hand over your mouth to silence your screaming.

To cut a long story short, a cracked out man broke into your house in the dead of night while your parents were gone. All while mumbling on about him being your brother.

It was truly an insane situation you found yourself caught in.

Your parents would be gone for a long time, and you were starting to question the sanity of Thanos.

You learned early on he was clearly delusional, and was very bipolar.

He was constantly on something which really didn’t help his delusions.

One second he was hugging you, rocking back and forth and the next second he was yelling about his rapping career and debt.

You knew that to escape you needed to play into his delusions.

You were acting like everything was normal and that you always had Thanos as your ‘big brother’.

Your plan was working he started trusting you more, now you just needed to find an opening to run away from this maniac.

He made it basically impossible though, he was always with you, he basically started living in YOUR HOUSE.

He also smashed your phone in a fit of rage, which made calling for help impossible.

He was always right next to you, even when sleeping he would usually pass out in YOUR bed with you.

One day he took a bit too many pills and ended up puking his guts out in YOUR restroom.

This was it, your one chance at freedom. You booked it, running as fast as humanly possible.

You used the nearest phone to call the cops, but they didn’t exactly believe you, mostly because you worded your situation really poorly.

"𝘏𝘪.. 𝘶𝘮𝘮.. 𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 [𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴] 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥.... 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰?.. 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱?."

So the police were of no help, you were to afraid to go home and your parents wouldn’t answer the phone.

Mostly because they thought every random number was a debt collector.

You jumped between friends houses, not going to school and avoiding your old city like the plague.

Things were going decent for you considering all that happened. Then the debt collectors started calling.

They couldn’t get a hold of your parents so they started harassing you.

You felt so alone and helpless, you had debt collectors around every corner, you ran out of friends that would let you stay over and ran out of money all together.

So when you were given the opportunity to join a game that had the opportunity of winning a lot of money you jumped at the chance.

You were drugged, and fell asleep. Then you woke up to someone shaking you aggressively.

You opened your eyes and what you saw was legit nightmare fuel.

You woke up to Thanos standing over you with the smuggest grin ever.

You closed your eyes and wished that this was all a dream.

But deep down you knew this was your terrible painful reality.

A/n: I reallyy hoped y’all liked this post this is day 4 of doing a random platonic Yandere till I run out of ideas. Trust imma make more content of squid games.

#platonic yandere #yandere platonic #yandere fanfiction #yandere headcanons #yandere drabble #squid game #yandere #thanos #gi hun #front man

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yariation · 3 months ago

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Love Hotel Megumi F. x Reader

Summery: During a mission at a love hotel, Megumi and (Y/n) encounter a curse spirit that’s got them both wet in their pants.

Warnings: VERY SMUTTY Smut, PIV, non-con?? Kinda?, mating-press, top!Megumi, under the influence?

A/n: First smut I’ve ever written.

Megumi and (Y/n) are on a mission together in a love hotel. ____________________________________________

"Shut it, will you?" Megumi's voice rough as he scolds you.

The two of your are strolling through the hallways of the love hotel. Here you are, yapping Megumi's ears off while the two of you search the building.

Megumi had received a grade one mission by the shamans. He was advised to bring a comrade, so he brought you. Now here you guys are, walking side by side in hallways lit by dim, hazy pink lights. The lighting design of the hotel could drag anyone into the intoxicating desire.

Everyone except for Megumi and you apparently. It's vacant, the building had been evacuated, because even the staff members were caught under the spell of lust. All the sex, all the blood caused by the uncontrollable friction.

"Do you feel its presence anywhere?" Megumi asks, his sharp eyes on you.

"I don't know. It's fuzzy, almost like it's everywhere." You respond, closing your eyes trying to focus.

Megumi tsks, unsatisfied with your answer. But he lets it slide for now. The two of you continue your search around the hotel. Peaking through ajar doors, ignoring the sour sent mixed with the smell of rose petals, wishing this would be over soon.

Suddenly, while walking down a pink tinted hallway the two of you see a purple fog. It's low and only just peaking around the corner. The two of you immediately start running over, making the fog retreat and turn the corner. The fine hairs on your arms stand, the tingle of the curse's presence triggering your tracking ability.

"That's the curse!" You exclaim.

"No shit, (L/n)." Megumi retorts.

You roll your eyes. By the time the two of you reach the end of the hallway and look around the corner, you find nothing. It's as if the purple fog just vanished. The only thing that remains is a lingering scent. Megumi and you stand there in defeat, staring at the dead end ahead.

"Damn it." Megumi grumbles under his breath.

That was the closest you guy's got to finding the curse. Without another words, you two take a sharp turn to continue your search around the love hotel, and continue to retrace your steps again and again. While you walk, you can't help but wonder what that smell is and how it somehow follows the two of you.

The scent is sweet, it smells of roses and candy. It suffices your nostrils and is actually almost addicting.

"Do you smell that?" You ask Megumi as the two of you walk idly.

"Yeah..." That's when his eyes suddenly widen in realization.

"How could I be so naive?! Of course. Why didn't I sense if before? We're in a domain, (Y/n)."

Your eyes widen too and you facepalm. You nod in acknowledgment. The two of you stop walking, pausing in the hall way that's filled with the same smell.

"Then we should probably retrea- ugh..." Your hand comes flying to grab your head.

"(Y/n), are you oka-" The same happens to Megumi and he grabs hold of his side.

You two try to take deep breaths, but it seems to be only getting worse. Your breaths are now heavy and in unison, bodies trembling with neither pain or fear.

"W-we should run." Megumi's groans, almost as if in pain.

You nod in agreement and try to move your legs, but they don't respond. Your body feels so limp and warm. With all the heavy breathing, strange feelings, the smell... The smell!

"Megumi! Quickly, cover your nose." You manage to utter out before you collapse to the floor.

Megumi quickly uses one hand to cover the lower half of his face. Crouching down to scoop your figure up with his free arm. In a haste he brings you into one of the rooms with an open door. Like all the other ones, it's medium sized with a pink theme and a big romantic bed.

He gently lays you on the bed with the last bits of control he has over his body. Before he knew it, the both of you are seated on the bed, side by side and panting. Your head starts to feel fuzzy, but the fuzzier it gets, the more control over your body returns.

The same for Megumi. And one thing's for sure, but unspoken between the two of you. One thing you that is happening, but won't dare mention it to the other. Mostly because you can easily tell that the other feels it too anyway.

You're both hot and bothered.

"M-Megumi, do you feel-"

"Yeah..." He responds quickly.

Your gazes meet for only moment, but that was enough to make you both snap.

~~~

Megumi's breaths are steamy and hot as they fan against your flushed face. Both your dazed eyes gazing into each other as you frantically take off each other's clothes. Shirts, skirts and pants are tossed to the floor.

You lay on the soft bed as Megumi hovers over you, shirtless, his erection straining against his boxers that only grow tighter, as his body can only react in such ways seeing like this.

Seeing you under him, bare. Nothing but two small pieces of clothing holding him back from just ravishing you. He leans down, hesitant, but the libido serves him confidence. Pink, slightly dry, but desireful lips grazing down the skin of your neck.

When you tilt your head up, he takes it as a sign that you're comfortable. So without another thought or nervous move, he starts peppering your neck with kisses. Licking, sucking and nipping at your pulse points.

Little hums leave your lips with every dance of his lips. He pecks kisses up to your jawline, till his lips meet your cheek. He stops for moment, parting from your skin. Your breaths tingling each other, combining where they meet.

"I never noticed how beautiful you are- no, wait... I have. I just... Never told you." His voice is husky yet soft.

His words make your eyes light up, your head only jerks slightly up, but Megumi finishes your actions for you, crashing his lips against yours. A little surprised mewl escapes your mouth.

"Fuckkk... I don't care if this is the cursed spirits doing, I'm having you right here and now." He mumbles against your lips, then presses his tongue against your teeth until you grant him access.

His tongue dances with yours, exploring every inch of your warm mouth. All the while his hand runs through your hair, his other one creeping down your waist, down your hip. His fingers find your panties, he gently pries your plush thighs apart.

With ease, the tip of his fingers meet your clothes clit, gently and slowly rubbing carful circles on it, eliciting a small moan from your lips.

Your little moan reaches Megumi's senses and sends the noise straight to his only hardening cock. He groans into your mouth as he moves his hips, his touch-deprived erection pressing against your thigh.

A loud pop noise is heard as your lips parts. Without another word, both Megumi's hands start racing down to just get those fucking panties off of you. Your breath hitches in your throat in surprise as you watch him slip off you panties and throw them to the side.

A heart beat is skipped when your beautiful body is revealed to him. Honestly, the sight of your pretty pussy is enough for him. He could spend the rest of the night just pleasing himself while looking at your flustered face and naked body.

He brings a finger to your already dripping hole, a result of the curse, and gently teases your soft, puffy lips. He drags the pad of his finger up and it flicks over you sensitive clit, making you gasp.

Sliding it back down, he slowly pushes his finger in. Your needy, warm, sticky walls immediately clench around it, making him smirk and chuckle darkly.

"Someone's a bit impatient."

His fingers curl inside you, causing you to whine. He pumps his finger in and out only four times, before he already adds a second. Scissoring your hole open for him. Fingers curling inside you, aiming for any spots that make you cry or moan.

Squelching noises fill the room as you only get wetter the more his fingers thrust in and out of you, grazing every right spot. His fingers are longer and bigger than yours, reaching places you could never. His skilled hands, flexible hands working you over.

You moan a loud whine when he suddenly pulls his fingers out. His hands move to the garter of his own boxers, slowly pulling them down. His erection springs free.

His tips a pretty pink, his length enough to make you nervous, his girth probably enough to make your throat hurt from screaming.

"I'll start slow. But I'm not making any promises..."

He presses his tip against your wet entrance and starts to slowly push it in. Megumi's head throws back at how tight you are, only taking his tip. The new stretch makes you wince at first, but you could already feel the pleasure start to settle in. When your breathing returns to normal, he continues pushing in.

Inch after inch, pause after pause, to make sure you can take it. After one more push, he squeezes himself fully into your tight hole. He groans deeply, loving how you spasm around his dick. You envelope him so good and the sight is just as good. This is so much fucking better than his hand.

Hands are placed on your hips as he gets used to being inside you. He slowly drags himself out, before harshly snapping himself back in. You flinch and your back arches. Yet Megumi can't help but love how you squeak and only clench tighter.

"Y-you said you'd go slow!" You complain.

"I said I won't be making any promises." Those were his last warnings before he starts gaining a fast relentless pace.

Hips crashing against yours with every harsh thrust. His swollen tip bullying your sensitive spots you could never reach inside of you. His hands now placed at the sides of your head as he finds his rhythm.

Your thighs are wide open for him. Everytime he hears a loud whimper from you, he'd immediately memories where that spot was and would aim and hit it over and over again.

His dick slides in and out, as if he were in a rush. Slamming into you, as if he hated you. He buries his face into your neck and his hands fumble down to your legs.

He grabs hold of your plush thighs, pushing them back and slightly up. He adds a little roll of his hips with every thrust which also only quicken. He's got you all squirmy and loud, yet he still wants more. He wants you to feel the same pleasure he's feeling.

So unsatisfied, he pushes your thighs back a little more, then shoves himself back into you, deeper.

A smirk curls his lips and he continues to thrust and slam into your battered pussy. The stretch of his cock making your cry out in pleasure. His speed making you writhe. It's like his tip is punching your cervix. Again and again, until your head goes fuzzy, but he just keeps going.

But you feel his thrusts start to get sloppy. Though he refuses to let himself cum before you. He brings a shaky hand to your clit, rubbing hastily. His dick rubs against every inch of flesh inside of you.

"C'mon, c'mon. Come on my dick. Fuck- fucking come on it or I'll go insane." He punctuates his words with a harsh snap of his hips.

His words like a trigger, your back arches, your grip on the pink sheets tightening, your legs cling around his hips, pulling him closer and making sure he stays inside you.

Your orgasm hits you hard, your walls flutter and clench around Megumi's cock. Feeling you drip and spasm around him, brings Megumi to his own climax. He pushes himself as deep as he can into you, before shooting ropes of cum into your poor pussy.

~~~

You sit on the bed, cleaning and wiping yourself clean with a small towel Megumi had found.

Megumi emerges from the bathroom, even though he hasn't even been there for long. In his hands he holds new, unopened vibrators and sex toys.

"Look what I found."

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ckret2 · 3 months ago

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Hey gang, time for Crowdsourced Brainstorming Time

for reasons, I've got to write Mabel and Bill watching (at least large chunks of) a full Color Critters episode, which means I need something more in-depth than the quick snips & summaries I've done for previous episodes, and I feel like brainstorming a kids' cartoon plot is the kind of thing where twenty brains are better than one.

The goal: episode plotlines that sounds like something you'd find in an 80s Care Bears or Rainbow Brite episode. We're going for "run-of-the-mill episode," not a plot you'd expect in a pilot or a finale or an exciting two-parter special event

the premise of the show: anthropomorphic animals are defending colors, which are magically tied to different concepts. Example: the color green and friendship: when friends are fighting it kills nearby green things and if green things are destroyed it negatively impacts nearby friendships. it's for kindergarteners and teaches simple life lessons that people in the 80s thought were a good idea.

And if you haven't lost interest in this post yet, I'm sticking the available characters under the read more

Good guys, the colors they're in charge of, and what that gives them power over:

Prisma the Rainbow Fairy - rainbows, white, light - she's basically just Rainbow Brite. Everyone else's boss. Unofficially the main character.

Glory the Unicorn - pink - no particular domain, just Prisma's second-in-command and bestie. A bit of a worrywart.

Leo Proud - Red - life, exercise, playing (especially active play like sports)

Teddy Tender - orange - health/healing, fun & enjoyable things (less active play like board games)

Sunny Cat - yellow - sunlight, self-confidence, personal strength/power/assertiveness. she and Leo are cousins

Love Bunny - Green - friendship, love, nature

Howell Wolf - Blue - creativity, storytelling, magic (he's a wizard, he's got a wizard hat). he's besties with Leo

Misty the Dolphin - indigo - serenity/harmony, cooperation. She can't travel most places due to being a dolphin and gets used in well-intended but dated episodes about accommodating your friends with disabilities.

some bird I haven't named yet, maybe a peacock - purple - spirit

Bad guys:

Duke of Smog - the Big Bad, floating cloud of purple-gray smog with red angry eyes. He only takes an active role for special occasions like the pilot episode and season finales; otherwise the other characters frequently reference him but he's rarely seen. Wants to destroy color and goodness. No Heart mixed with that one creep in the Rainbow Brite pilot two-parter, what was with that dude anyway, they built him up so much as a villain and then bam he doesn't even survive to be part of the actual show

Serpent Grey - the second-in-command and most frequently seen bad guy. snake that has a mane for some reason. Bosses around the rank-and-file bad guys, cowardly dumbass who thinks he's a courageous genius. Shreeky mixed with G1 Starscream if he wasn't trying to overthrow megatron. If this show actually existed in the real world and I had watched it at age 7 then Serpent would be my favorite character and I'd probably have shipped him with the Duke.

a big fuzzy tarantula I haven't named yet - well-meaning bumbling dumbass who doesn't seem to realize he's one of the bad guys and is just happy to be included. Think Lurky.

a bee I also haven't named yet - the most important thing to know about him is that in season 1 he was a bad guy but then a special interest group angrily wrote the TV station to say that bees are so important to nature and agriculture and it was shameful for a children's cartoon to teach kids that bees are bad guys and so in season 2 he inexplicably joined the good guys and it took half the season for them to air an episode showing he switched sides because the other bad guys were bullying him and the good guys were nice.

"Hey Puff how come you can describe the bad guys in so much more detail than the good guys even though they're much less important?" don't look at me

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adultbabystories · 1 year ago

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A night out at the circus? That was a strange offer by your friends, but you went along. Maybe years have passed by ever since you’ve been to the circus. You wondered if it was like you remembered. Your memory was vague about it, but when you and your friends parked the car, you saw the giant red tent. It was dark, but lights were shining on the red fabric from afar. A red carpet led the way to the entrance. The smell of popcorn and beer filled the space as you got closer. You and your friends were laughing about how silly it was all going to be, holding beers in your hands.

“Hey kids! Get inside quick!” a clown passed before you, shouted in a goofy voice, and squeezed his red big nose.

You threw the empty beer, got a new one, and went quickly inside. Getting inside was a sight to behold. The interior felt bigger than what you imagined from the outside. You and your friends found your places and sat down. The lights turned off and only spotlights lit the ring.

“Howdy folks! Are you ready for the show?” A clown shouted to the crowd as he was holding a comical big microphone.

“YES!” the crowd responded.

“Are you really ready? Let me hear it” The clown looked toward you and pointed, or at least it felt like it.

“YES!” the crowd shouted again.

The show was wild and funny. The clown's customs were colorful and silly. Each one had his own thing and color. One had fuzzy huge purple hair. One had huge shoes he could barely walk in. Another had a nose that covered almost half of his face. But there was one you would never forget his appearance. His face was painted all white, with a red smiley mark covering the lower part of his face, and red curls that looked like red springs, trying to bounce out of his head.

You had so much fun, that you barely noticed the pressure to pee building inside of you from those two giant cups of beer. You didn’t want to leave for the bathroom, the show was so entertaining, so you held it as much as you could. Eventually, you stood up and walked to the outside to find the toilets.

“You! The guy who’s walking outside! STOP!” you heard from the speaker, and the lights hit you.

You turned around and saw the curly clown was pointing at you. The lights washed all over you. You pointed at yourself questionably.

“Yes you! Where are you going? We are in the middle of the show!” he asked, intending to get the crowd interested in the moment.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” you naively answered.

“Can’t you hold it to the rest of the show? You are such a baby! Isn’t he a baby people?” the clown asked the crowd, making them clap and cheer.

You turned red from embarrassment, gave him your back, and went outside. You had to pee so bad, you didn’t have time to think about what happened, not just yet. The toilets were around the tent, a bit far from the entrance. Next to it, there were the wheeled caravans of the circus crew. You could hear the crowd inside cheering and the faded voices of the clowns.

“Hey there kid, how’s it going? Have you found the bathroom yet?” said the clown with the curly hair.

He must have finished his act and went outside. He was smoking a cigar and the smoke moved around him in the light breeze. He looked at you, without the act from the show.

“No, not yet” you answered.

“It’s not polite what you did back there, only babies can’t hold and wait. You must be a baby. But you are funny, at least I can look at you and see you have The funny in ya. Ever thought about clowning? Do you want to clown around with us?” he asked as you took a big drag from his cigar, putting his lips around it, making it visible for you to see.

“What? Me as a clown? Nah, I have to take a piss, excuse me,” you said and turned away.

“You are certainly not excused.” you heard him say.

A second later, a bag was covering your head and it felt like two strong guys were holding you and dragging you somewhere. You heard a door slamming open and then closing. You don’t know how, but suddenly you were knocked out of consciousness. Sometime later, that could be moments, that could be minutes, you gained your consciousness back. You heard the crowd cheering very closely. Lights were shining into the cotton bag your head was in. You were wearing something else, something that wasn’t your clothes. You felt like you were sitting on something very thick and puffy, which seemed like between your legs as well. Maybe you wore it you thought.

“We have a surprise for you good folks! Do you remember the baby who couldn’t hold it before? Well, I’m glad to tell you that he is a baby! Our new baby clown! Give it up for the biggest baby of them all!”

Someone grabbed your shoulders, squeezed them, and pressed his head to the bag, and whispered.

“This is your birthday baby clown, the crowd is cheering for the new baby, make us proud!”

The bag was lifted from your head. You looked around, shocked. You sat in the center of the ring, in front of the cheering and going wild crowd. The lights were blinding but you could see you were wearing a comically massive white diaper and big red clown shoes. A bib with the words “big baby” was strapped around you by the purple-haired clown. A bonnet hat was strapped around your head by the clown with a big nose. You felt like crying from the humiliation.

“Awwww is baby gonna cry?” the curly clown asked, now not so serious like he was outside, but goofy and cheerful.

He took some kind of blue makeup marker and drew tears on your cheeks.

“Give it up for our crybaby people!” he made the crowd cheer even more.

He took a rolled-up carpet and unrolled it in front of you. It was a childish carpet like you see in nurseries.

“Crawl around for us baby! Let everyone see your wet diaper you needed!” gesturing you onto the carpet.

From the excitement and the commotion, you didn’t even notice you were peeing in your new diaper. Somehow the massive diaper became yellow on the front as you peed. You looked at the wet and yellow diaper, at the carpet, and the gesturing clown, and the cheering crowd.

“Always, such, a whiny, baby. Folks our baby always wants us to pick him up! But he can crawl, I tell you he can! Cheer for him, tell him to crawl!” the clown thrilled the crowd.

“Crawl! Crawl! Crawl!”

They were cheering for you. They were cheering for the baby clown. You were it, you were the show now, give it to them. Crawl to the carpet. Crawl to the spotlight baby.

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My conversation with @itsclowntime about clowning got me really inspired to write this short story. If you like clowning or being naughty thinking about it, check out his page. A side note - I used AI to visualize the story. I hope it adds to your imagination.

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unholyhelbig · 2 years ago

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request: single mom reader decides to loan shark from natasha’s mob. when reader can’t pay back the loan, natasha’s men capture and beat her. natasha sees reader among the criminals and drug dealers who also haven’t payed back their loans, and excuses her, forgiving her debt.

Title: The Oversight

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Wordcount: 2799

Warnings: Drug use, kidnapping, guns, choking, threats, blood, horrible grammar.

[a/n: Yeah, I kind of feel like this needs a part two. Let me know what you guys think and if you're interested]

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Each breath you drew in spurred a sharp stitch in your side. They came in rapid succession, even as you struggled to recall the fuzzy details that usually calmed you down. Your first street name. What you called your first pet. The name of your second-grade teacher. They all swirled foggily, unable to recall.

Your mouth tasted metallic cotton and your heartbeat was pulsing through your entire body. Counting the thrums hadn’t helped either, you gave up as you rolled your neck in a snow circle. The dried blood that hardened against the side of your face, your cheek, and down the expanse of your collarbone crackled at the soft movement.

The room that housed you was pitch black. It was hard to tell when you opened your eyes, tears welling up and dripping down your face onto your uniform. Your arms were bound behind your back, shoulders screaming in protest and fingers going numb from the cold. Your small noises echoed. Wherever you were was impossibly vast.

The next breath that escaped you was deeper than the rest. Not necessarily calm, but enough for you to take stock of the situation; there were flashes of you leaving the diner where you worked nothing short of twelves. It had just rained, and the air was humid. You dropped your keys and bent down to pick them up.

Before you could insert them into the lock, something hard had come down on your temple. There was a rush of heat sloshing down your face and a moment later, as you looked up at the sky, the steel tip of a boot took the rest of your consciousness.

That didn’t bother you. You were fine, a little banged up, but fine. Your daughter was left with the sitter. It could have been hours, maybe even a day. Your stomach clenched in hunger, and you drifted in and out of lucidity. They’d left you un-gagged but you didn’t have it in you to scream. You had a sinking feeling that no one would hear you anyway.

You’d flinched when the first 500-volt lamp let out a sharp hiss before flipping on. You shrunk into yourself, blinking away the sudden burst of white light that filled the room. It was directed towards you, and the rest of the space was still a frustratingly thick darkness. You couldn’t see who had turned them on, but they could see you.

The boots that walked across the floor were loud. They echoed like your earlier sobs. A metal chair was being dragged, and the sound was piercing. It did nothing to aide your aching head. You were thankful to see something other than pitch black, however big the danger.

You recognized the man who was in front of you. His outline flickered solidly. He looked rougher than you did; dirty-blonde hair, and stubble. There was a bandage across the center of his nose, on his fingertips, as if he’d fisted the razor while shaving. His purple T-shirt was covered by a dusty-brown leather jacket. His stare was hard, emotionless.

“You’re awfully quiet for a hostage.” He said, straddling the chair he had dragged over. His chest rested against the metal backing. “You can scream if you want. Wear yourself down. It’ll make this a lot easier.”

“What is this?” You asked instead of taking him up on his offer.

He was familiar to you. Clint. He came into the diner every Wednesday and Friday night like clockwork. He’d order a roast beef on rye with Swiss cheese and extra dressing on the side. He’d suck down two beers with his meal and tipped generously.

Sometimes he was with the man they called ‘The Winter Soldier’. You’d always found the name laughable, but the rumors about him were enough for you to hold your tongue. He never ate but would sometimes order a diet coke and sip it while Clint spoke through large bites of food.

Law enforcement wouldn’t’ touch Bucky Barnes, and your boss would typically comp whatever he ordered. A few months ago, you had shared your first words with him behind the diner. The air stunk of rotted food and hardly counted as fresh air. However, it was a few degrees cooler than the kitchen.

He had offered you a cigarette, one already perched between his lips, a zippo lighter at the ready in his other hand. You declined with the shake of your head, and a quiet ‘no thank you’. There was an uncomfortable silence, but it was better than the damp warmth of the kitchen. A sweet, burning scent filled your nose when he lit his cigarette and let the smoke curl around the two of you like a slack rope.

“You work hard in there.” Bucky said, taking a long inhale. He held it within his lungs, voice pinched. “Harder than anyone else I’ve seen in a while.”

You weren’t about to tell him about your daughter, not with his reputation, or the small smattering of pink scars across his chiseled features. So, you nodded instead. The number of tips you got in the broken down, greasy diner was the difference between two meals and one. So, you smiled sweetly and laid on the southern accent even though you’d only spent a short stint in Georgia when you were eighteen. It was easy to perfect.

“I bet you could name my order right now.”

“You don’t order.”

“I don’t trust the food.” He shrugged listlessly, a lazy smile against his lips. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“That’s a good call.”

He laughed at your honesty, and it was a nice sound. He disarmed you and that was worrying. Bucky let the cigarette sizzle out in a puddle at his feet. He used the tip of his steel-toed boot to grind the paper into damp ash.

“You wouldn’t’ have to work so hard if you had some extra cash, would you?”

The question caught you off guard and you couldn’t stifle the vicious glare that you gave him. Your break was almost over, and you could have, should have, walked back into the restaurant to finish the rest of your shift. Bucky lifted his hands up as a peace offering.

“Look, lady, I didn’t mean to offend you or anything. All I’m saying is, you’re not blind to what happens in there, the type of people that frequent this place. You’ve always turned a blind eye and that’s something my boss appreciates. Something she trusts.”

“And who exactly is your boss?”

He tsked “I can’t tell you that, sweetheart. But she wants to make you an offer, she wants to offer you a loan. You’re what? Three months behind on rent? She’ll front that for you and the following two.”

You took a deep breath of stale air. It was a tempting offer, even if it came in the form of a seedy enforcer in an even seedier alleyway. You were three days from getting evicted. Three days from ending up on the streets in a neighborhood that didn’t’ have a single safe one.

“What’s the catch?” You asked.

“Catch? There’s no catch. This is a friendly loan. All you’ve gotta do is pay it back when you’re on your feet again.”

It was an oversight, not asking for a concrete timeline. You hadn’t paid Bucky’s boss back yet, and over the next few months, there were stifled threats, and both Bucky and Clint watched you carefully at the job that you still worked like nothing had changed. The feeling of being indebted lingered, but this time, it was to an unknown entity instead of a landlord that was ultimately harmless.

Everything needed to be paid back in full. These were thousands you didn’t have. And now, two weeks after the initial threat, you were strapped to a metal chair with blood dripping down the sound of your face, in despite need of a drink of water.

Clint was harmless compared to The Winter Soldier, but his muscles still flexed under his shirt as he pulled his jacket off and let it fall to the dusty floor illuminated in blue light. “I would prefer not to get that dirty. It’s genuine leather, you know?”

You glowered at him as he stood and took a few more steps towards you. He looked relatively harmless each time you’d seen him in the diner. Sometimes he had a girl with him, a slight thing that was just as littered in scars as he was. She would order a plate of bacon that was cooked to a crisp and split it with a golden retriever that laid at their feet.

When his wrapped knuckles made contact with your cheek, your head clocked in the opposite direction. There was a sharp pain in your jaw, a ringing in your ear. He had slammed into the same side of your face as earlier, and you lost vision for a second.

Blood filled your mouth, and you spit the mix of saliva, bile, and blood onto the floor. There was a drain in the center and that worried you more than anything else. Your breathing came fast and hard and you glared at him, teeth stained pink.

“Is that all?” You asked him.

It was stupid, you knew it was stupid. But it bothered you more than anything that you had gotten yourself wrapped up in this. Your father was no stranger to the mob, and you should have seen it from a mile away. The fear he lived with. Until the day he died, he would look over his shoulder and you refused to do the same.

Clint grabbed your face, squeezing hard enough to bring tears to your eyes. “You’re a tough chick, huh? I think we both know why you’re here. All you have to do is get the money and all of this vanishes.”

“I don’t have the money.” Your words were garbled between his fingers. “You’re sure as fuck not going to get it if you kill me.”

“Kill you?” Clint unhanded you and let out a laugh. “Kill you, she says. No, we’re not going to kill you, she would never get her money that way… your daughter on the other hand.”

You pulled against the ropes, and they dug painfully into you. The chair was liable to break, but it had been bolted to the floor. It was much stronger than the one he’d dragged over. The mix of anger and fear that had rushed over you pulled away any thought of lingering aches and pains. Be damned to the head trauma.

Your teeth were gritted, voice a low hiss “Leave her the fuck out of this.”

“Did I strike a nerve?”

“I swear to you, I will get your money, I just need time. I’m not… You can keep me under surveillance as collateral, take my car, my apartment- just leave her out of this.”

Clint gripped your throat with his calloused hand, your ability to breathe became more difficult, half-moon nails digging into your flesh. It stung fiercely, and you let out a gurgle in response. “Or she could be our collateral. I think she’d make a great enforcer, with the proper education, that is.”

Is that what happened to the girl that ate lunch with Clint at the diner? She didn’t looked like she was there against her will, but there was an immense sadness to her eyes. Clint hadn’t released you yet and your vison was growing fuzzy at the edges.

“Let her go,”

Your chest was burning at this point and when he pulled his hand back you tried desperately to regain your sense of lucidity. You coughed, nearly vomiting as he took a long stride backwards, seemingly put into his place with a simple sentence.

Over the ringing of your ears, you heard the sharp click of heels. They were confident, and your chin dropped to your chest as you panted in succession, spit dripping in strings from your lips. You didn’t have the strength to look up, your head was pounding.

“I think that’s enough,” Her voice was smooth, just the smallest bit of an accent in her words. You couldn’t place it, but you couldn’t tell which way was up at this point. “You’re dismissed.”

“Oh, come on Natasha, I was just having a little fun.”

“Dismissed, Clint.”

There was a labored sigh and the sound of his footsteps retreating. It brought little relief to you, however. You felt as if you had traded one evil for another. Eventually, you lifted your head to stare at the ceiling. The stranger hadn’t said anything, and the pitch dark above was more desirable to the unknown.

You heard her sit down and felt her eyes watching you. The swimming in your head started to dissipate so you clocked her with a stare. The woman in front of you was angelic, in such a way that you figured Clint’s choking stunt had actually done you in.

Her stare was an unripe green rimmed in gold, her cheekbones carved from marble. There was a beautiful softness to her expression, and her deep red hair flowed over her shoulders in a waterfall of color. She was studying you, not phased by the cold of the room.

The woman wore a black t-shirt, deep slashes of ink peaking from the dip of the V-neck. You didn’t’ let your eyes linger long. It was a marking that you’d seen on Clints bicep and on Buckey’s hand. You hadn’t gotten a chance to clock it on the girl that was kept in their company.

“Is this the part where you come in with your good cop schtick?” You mumbled.

“Darling, Clint is the good cop.”

“Nice, I like it.” You rolled your shoulders back, fighting the stiffness “Bad cop and worse cop is much more effective.”

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you for someone in your position. Thousands of dollars in debt and seemingly no way to pay back my money. It’s not a good spot to be in, Y/n.”

Natasha stood from the chair, her muscles straining at the action. In a fluid motion, she pulled a black standard issue handgun from the space between her skin and her jeans. She pumped the shaft, the sound echoed more than your quickened breathing.

She used the tip to push your chin up, forcing you to look into her unblinking eyes. You were a dead man, you knew that from her cold stare. You couldn’t look away, even if the option was given.

“Baby, I’ve been in this business for a long time.” Her breath was hot on your collarbone, a mix of mint and tobacco. “I know exactly the type that you are. I cater to your kind. More often than not, my clientele need a little bit of encouragement.”

The tip of her gun traced your jaw, her finger loosely on the trigger. It was cold against your collarbone, down the center of your breasts. She held it there, jaw set in stone.

“We’ll keep you here for a few days. Once you dry out a little, I’m sure you’ll suddenly come into the cash.”

“Dry out? You think I’m on drugs?”

The tip pushed hard enough into your sternum to make you let out a grunt of pain. “You hide it quite well, pet. I’m sure it won’t be as simple when you start to feel those withdraw symptoms. Money flows simple in this town when those cravings kick in.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her, despite the weapon that she was packing. A frown creased between her eyebrows, but she held it in place. “The hardest thing I’ve ever hit is a blunt in a high school rotation. That was your brilliant plan? Dry me out and then what? Search my backyard for jars filled with money. I don’t have it. I make 2.50 an hour at a diner.”

Natasha scrutinized you, eyes hard. She righted herself and pulled the gun away from your center before flipping on the safety and shoving it back into her jeans. She started to pace the length of the light.

“Bucky, he offered me a loan and I took it so I could pay the rent on an apartment for me and my daughter.” You said, voice quiet “I work thirteen hour shifts six days a week, and it’s still not enough. I’m not… I don’t know who you cater to, but I have a feeling it’s not someone like me.”

“No.” she crossed her arms over her chest, “It seems as if you’re an oversight.”

“Great,” you flexed your numbing fingers, “An oversight you’ll let go?”

Natasha shook her head, clenching and unclenching her jaw. “No, I’m afraid not.”

#Natasha Romanoff #Natasha Romanoff x y/n #Natasha Romanoff x you #Natasha Romanoff x reader #Mafia Boss Natasha Romanoff #Marvel #Marvel Fanfiction #Clint Barton #Kate Bishop #Bucky Barnes #Mafia au #request

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mymblesbuir · 1 month ago

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While I'm on my lasats-with-tails train —

Obviously in canon Zeb does not have a visible tail. Even if it was only a little nubbin like a bear tail it would make a bump in his suit that isn't there.

I know we do also see a few other lasats and they're visually tailless too but hear me out okay:

What if lasats do have tails but Zeb's was injured badly enough during the Siege of Lasan that it had to be amputated?

The same could apply to Gron (and his shorts are looser fitting than Zeb's so he could have more of a nubbin left without it showing), and Chava's could just be hidden under her skirts, and they're the only others we see well enough to say they don't have tails out behind them

Imagine Zeb, pre-show, having to relearn how to run and climb because he's used to using his tail for balance. Imagine cruel pre-fulcrum Kallus using Zeb's obvious lack of tail as another sore spot to jab at with his words while they fight. Imagine Zeb still feeling out of place on Lira San surrounded by lasat with lovely intact tails, while the scar above his butt is just another reminder of his trauma.

Imagine the angst potential ✨

#sorry not sorry #garazeb orrelios #zeb orrelios #zeb #big fuzzy purple guy #lasat #lasats #lasat worldbuilding #star wars rebels #swr #sw rebels #rebels #lasan #lira san

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minzart · 1 month ago

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New dimension who disks?

Ao3 - next

Tfp Decepticons & Bcbc-final-form-Reader(GN)

Reader from beggars can't be choosers, in later chapters form(the decepticon doctor), is transported to transformers prime universe, shenanigans inssues

The fuzzy sensation around you persists for a moment longer than usual, it is expected, maybe the draw back of a portable transportation device is that it takes longer to get to its destination, at least you feel alright, a bonus seeing that earlier tests this thing used to explode

One foot after the other you exit the swirling mass of energy, finding solid metal ground bellow, at least you are in some other place, you feel your right antena twitch, trying to adjust to the electrical curent around you, ever since your half transformation, your senses have been a mixed bag of good and bad, this was just fun

With a click in your audio receptors, you try to connect to a line "are you sure this is the right spaceship? Shockwave? Do you hear me?"

You feel optics in your back, a tension in the air, your antena twitch again, this time in annoyance "Rumble I swear if I turn around and you shot me again as a prank I will dislocate your left arm and put it so far up your aft that-"

And then you turn around, and are greated with three, very horrified and confused... decepticons? One of wich is... familiar, you think

There is a moment of silence as the big silver pointy guy looks from you to a slender black and purple bot, whose face plate is a pure void of screen, looking directly at you, behind the bigger of the three, is what you can only assume be a seeker, a very thin one at that

"... for fucks sake please tell me I didn't took thousands of years to get here"

"Is that a human?" A screachy... familiar, voice, leaves the thin seekers mouth "it looks so... strange"

Fixing his posture, the silver seeker adopts a more intimidating pose, arms behind, wings shot high, he would speak again but a voice recording of the small human thing plays "Rumble I swear..."

You tilt your head to the black mech, a quick scan tells you he is in perfect functional condition, so you supposed he is just mocking you, ignoring him for now you turn to the bigger cybertronian present, and hopes your gut feeling is right "lord Megatron, were is Shockwave? I need to report the testing of the new ground bridge as soon as possible"

The bigger mech redish eyes wide at you, they narrow in calculation "Shockwave is... preoccupied at the moment..."

"Master?" Megatron pushes the silver seeker out of his way and walks towards you, his tone calm and soft... you know exactly what he is doing and you can feel a headache coming

"Oh, cut the bullshit already. What did he break this time?" You deadpan the decepticon leader right on "if he tried to fix his own optic again, I swear to whoever is outhere and Primus himself, I will offline him and myself this time, where's the med bay in this ship, fuck time travel"

In his optics, anger flares, and in the nick of time, you dodge a fist of the silver tyrant "do not mock me human-"

The three mechs watch as you jump way up higher than any mere human can, surviving the fall, your left arm turning in itself to reveal a weapon being charged "... you are not my Megatron, are you?"

The silver seeker immediately points his two arms turned blasters at you, at position, the fake-tyrant adjusts his pose looking down "there is only one Megatron, and that is me"

"What even is this thing" you hear the thin bot murmurs, and you point your Blaster at him, meeting him head on, you will not die, not here, not by them

You estate your name, pround "- Decepticon doctor and assistant, first human servant, first human lieutenant, first ex-human speciment"

"We do not take humans for-"

"Quiet Starscream" the silver... wait...

You lower your blaster, dots connecting, eyeing the silver seeker up and down you gap at him "Starscream?"

"You know of us" the silver tyrant looks at you, the decepticom logo stamped in your clothes and fused in your robotic arm "how did you find this place... human?"

You completely ignore the silver mech question and wheeze "STARSCREAM?! THAT IS STRASCREAM?! BAHHAHHAH!"

That reaction makes the seekers stance falter, his wings flickering in anger "you little-"

"Of course! DIMENSIONAL TRAVEL OF FUCKING COURSE HE IS STARSCREAM- FUCKING SAKE YALL LOOK SO UGLY- holdon who are you then?"

The human thing completely ignore the angered and confused looks of the dangerous decepticons, troting to the slender black mech "you really don't look like anyone I k- You mentioned Rumble- SOUNDWAVE???"

"Master, I say we kill this thing"

"Oh shut up, Screamer, you love me- no hold on no one of you know me, do I even exist in this dimension? Fuck I need Shockwave,he would be so pissed that his perfectly logical equation worked backwards, ugh, I need to find a way home, are you guys cool with humans? No, wait, don't answer that- stupid question, of course not, I'll be taking med bay don't mind me it will be like I don't even exist really-"

"SILENCE" you stop in your track and shuts up, looking casually back at this Megatron, fear long gone from long exposure to your own warlord "you will answer my questions or die right here and now"

Without fear in your stance, you bow respectfully to this tyrant, be he yours or not, he still is a Megatron, your bouncing back and forth of tone making all around you more and more curious of who you even are to them in this... other dimension

"Shockwave and I were testing a new prototype, a portable ground bridge" you open your jacket, and from an abdominal compartment, you take out the device, showing it to the decepticon leader "his calculations must have been incompleted or not precise enough, I was suposed to be transported to the Nemesis, not to another dimensional Nemesis"

"And how are you so sure you are in another dimension?"

"Besides the obvious different apearences? You do not know me"

"And why would I know you?"

"Oh, I think you would. It's pretty hard to forget someone who saved your life"

That makes the tyrant laugh "saved my life?! Ha! Then the me in your dimension is weak if he even needs a human-"

You jump right into his face, Blaster pointed towards his spark, holding his stupid pointy shoulder pads "..."

For a second everything stops, you get closer to his face, feeling the rage calm down within you, eyes empty you look at his optics, you see anger, surprise, and a very repressed fear, but mostly, a very familiar curiosity, and you remind yourself that this too is Megatron, with the ego of one to prove it "I will not tolerate you speaking bad of My Lord, even if it comes from one of his own selves dermas"

"You are loyal to him..." You hear the awe in the growl of the silver tyrant

And like in a snap of fingers you change your tune again, retreating your blaster, releasing his shoulder pad, relying only in your hips to balance yourself to the silver mechs chest, a nostalgic smile graces your lips, a found smile " Guess"

You jump off of him, landing loudly in the middle of the room, Starscream looks from his master to you and back and forth, Soundwave screen never left you this whole time

This is going to be an amusing change of pace... to you, to them, however? Oh, you are going to be a menace

This side fic exists thanks to "experience points (144xp)" commenter on ao3

#transformers #transformers x reader #decepticons x reader #tfp #tfp x reader

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nisuna · 2 years ago

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Currently trying to recreate tipsy big!brother Suguru x reader x Satoru bcs I don't know what happened to it. Did I delete it did it get deleted idkkkk I'm so sad

But I did it!! I added some stuff and refined it a bit soooo.. noice

The ask was: tipsy Suguru shares his pretty little sister with Satoru<3

<3masterlist<3

18+ MDNI

TW: stepcest, riding, dick sucking, throat fucking, anal play (not putting anything in), mentions of foursome; use of baby, princess, good girl; dry humping, groping, tit sucking, teasing, a fuck ton of dirty talk, breeding kink, hickeys, oral (m receiving)

They've been teasing you all evening. But because they always were touchy when showing affection, you didn't think much of it. So you didn't mind that your Brother Suguru was hugging you from behind, head on your shoulder while swaying both of you to the music at one of their shitty house parties. And you didn't mind when Satoru ran his hands up and down your waist to greet you. But what you did start minding, was when you felt your brother rub his hard crotch against your ass. And you did mind when Satoru's fingers danced along the hem of your low-cut dress, occasionally slipping in to give your tits a squeeze. At one point they were just shamelessly dry humping you on the dance floor. Nobody seemed to care, because the other guests were about past tipsy at this point. But whenever you tried to speak up they both shushed you saying it's not that serious and that it's just for fun. You just couldn't say no to either of them.

When you ended up staddling Satoru you realized that they were lying to your face the whole time. Because you think it is rather serious when you're straddling your brother's best friend, dress bunched at your tummy exposing your tits and ass, while your brother is pulling down his pants. "We really shouldn't be doing this", you whined, trying more to convince yourself than the two guys. Satoru just hummed while sucking deep purple marks on your neck, occasionally licking over them as he squeezed you tight. "Don't worry, princess. This is just for fun, we'll take good care of ya.", he whispered against your lips, giving your hip a reassuring squeeze.

"Which hole do you want, Satoru? Dibs on her mouth", your brother grinned, cheeks dusted pink from the alcohol he's had so far.

"Hmm, I was thinking pussy. But if you say it like that..." he bit your neck while gliding his slicked finger over the rim of your asshole. The attention made you gasp and clutch on to his shoulders. He kissed your temple still playing with your other hole. "But why don't we leave this for a special occasion, shall we?" he winked at you and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Fine by me", Suguru huffed, already stroking his cock in your direction.

And that's how you ended up in the predicament you're currently in. You tried your best to take Suguru as deep as possible, but not choke too much. Your mind felt fuzzy from Satoru whispering in your ear while also paying attention to your asshole. "Baby", he moaned, "look at it, it's literally begging for attention. Bet you could take three guys at once. Should we get a third one to fill up your mouth while me and your brother fuck your ass and pussy? Hmm? You'd like that huh. Don't lie to me, I can feel you dripping all over my leg. You're gushing, pretty.", he kissed your cheek, while you were moaning around your brother's dick. You tried to shake your head no (you were in complete denial), but your brother kept your head in place fucking his cock deeper down your throat.

"Satoru, you better keep talkin' to her like that, her moans do wonders 'round my cock ah"

"You don't have to tell me that, she's squeezing me so hard whenever I say anything. Say, want us to breed you? Want three big men to manhandle and breed you so all of your holes are full of cum? Hmm want to feel it drip out while we push it right back in?", he mused while groping one of your tits with his hand and sucking on the nipple of the other one.

You momentarily unlatched yourself from Suguru's cock but continued to stroke it with your hand while you mewled, "Yeees want it bad, want to feel so full, wanna feel you drip out, oh god please fill me up!!"

"Hehe, you heard her," your brother hummed, you could only yelp when you felt him yank you by the hair, lips back on his cock, "now get back to work."

"Mhmm~" you hummed around his dick.

"Alright, we're gonna fill you up, make ya nice and plump. But you gotta cum first okay? Can you do that for me, cream round my cock, yeah?"

You moaned in agreement and felt your eyes roll back as Satoru's thick fingers went to work on your neglected clit.

They were fucking you between them as you tried to pleasure both of them, while Satoru was rubbing thick circles on your clit. Your mind was going fuzzy from getting filled on both ends and from the aftermath of Satoru's dirty talking.

He was right on time when you felt yourself get close, "Gonna fuck you airtight next time, if you cum right now. Can you do that? Oh yeah that's it." You came with a muffled scream as they kept fucking you through your high. Satoru finished right after from your pussy convulsing around him. And when you looked up to Suguru with teary, fucked out eyes, that was when he too hit his limit, stuffing his cock in your mouth and spilling down your throat. You eagerly swallowed all of it and when he pulled out you showed him your empty mouth, proudly sticking out your tongue. He kissed your forehead while patting your hair. "Good girl, you did so well for us."

"Yeah good job", Satoru nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. "Also", he kissed from your neck to your ear, slightly nibbling on it, "I wasn't joking about someone joining. We really want to try a lot of things with you, right, Suguru?"

"Right", your brother smiled gently, coming closer to cage you between the two of them.

This experience will definitely leave a dent in your relationship, but you felt safe between the two guys you trusted most in the world. How could that possibly be wrong?

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pocketjoong · 1 year ago

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❥𓂃𓏧WHAT IS A SOULMATE?

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (SYNOPSIS): You and Seonghwa go on a trip across Europe and you use this as an excuse to make a little birthday video for him. But on the day of his birthday, Seonghwa feels nothing but grief as he watches the video you made for him.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (PAIRING) idol!Seonghwa x fem!reader

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (GENRE AND AU/TROPE): fluff. angst. meet-cute. nsfw.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WARNINGS) NSFW! MINORS DNI. oral. fingering. unprotected sex (it’s a big no guys, please use protection and stay safe). pet names (mc is called dove). mentions of food. allusions to and mentions of a serious accident. angst. fluff.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WORD COUNT) 4.3k

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (NOTES) @pyeonghongrie-main :) Here's the promised reupload hehehe

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London

Outside the confines of your hotel room, silence blankets the city much like the fog that hangs overhead. The first light of dawn is yet to break through the ink-black sky as the metropolis cradles its inhabitants in the silence of the night. This part of the city is still asleep, each soul embraced by the arms of Morpheus, awaiting daybreak to rouse them from their slumber.

Your gaze fixates on the horizon from between the sheer curtains. A pang of anticipation stirs within you, for out of all the alluring sights of nature, sunrise has always been your favourite. After all, regardless of wherever you are in the world, the sunrise is the only constant in the transient nature of life.

Today, however, as the dark black of the night fades to inky blue and splashes of pinks and purples bloom in the east, the only sight you focus on are his eyes. Seonghwa’s eyes are brighter than any galaxy and softer than the cherry blossoms that have begun blossoming on the tree just beyond the terrace. In that moment, you are happy to forego the sight of the beautiful sunrise to watch the coffee and hazel in his eyes melt to form the most gorgeous shade of brown you’ve ever seen.

It won’t be an exaggeration to say that sometimes, you feel like all of your life—each second, each breath, and each step—amounts to Seonghwa. Every decision you have ever made has been a stepping stone in your journey to meet him that one day six years ago when he was only a trainee.

Close to dawn, you had been wandering through the streets of Seoul to find a spark of inspiration for your first-ever project as a photography major. You knew you wanted to play with the idea of light and dark meeting together to form the most beautiful of sights, and what was a better time to do so than twilight?

So there you were, braving the winter chill for a decent grade while your friends were sleeping soundly, snuggled up in their warm beds.

But it seemed that fate had other plans for you that morning. You took a sip of the coffee you’d bought from the only cafe open at this ungodly hour, forgetting for a moment that it was piping hot. With a wince, you glared at the beige paper cup as if the liquid energy had personally done something to spite you.

A snicker caught your attention, and you turned around to narrow your eyes at the person, only to freeze in your tracks. Wearing a brown, fuzzy coat coupled with dark skinny jeans, the male looked like an angel sent from heaven. The thought that he was a hallucination of your sleep-deprived and cold body crossed your mind, but you discarded the thought when he realised that you’d heard him, and he scrambled to apologise for laughing.

You didn’t know then, but your life was for him. And, it won’t be an exaggeration to say that your life is all him. As winter melted into spring and spring made way for summer, you fell in love with the colour brown: the lush cocoa of Seonghwa’s eyes, sweeter than any hot chocolate you could find, and the tan of his skin, reminiscent of the buttery sweetness of roasted chestnuts. As the weather became humid and the days turned longer, you didn’t even register the beginnings of love taking root in your heart.

It began slowly, like the dripping of water from a tap. Drop by drop, your heart filled with adoration for him. Starting with an appreciation for the awe with which he experienced the world as if doing so for the first time. Then, it became more serious: you found yourself yearning to be around him, to listen to him talk about anything and everything, to be the only one he’d think of as being worthy of his heart.

And then, as if that wasn’t enough, you fell for his voice, a deep baritone with the consistency of honey that you couldn’t get enough of. And the best part? You got to hear it every day before sunrise, for that was his designated time for you in his busy schedule as a trainee and then later as an idol. Dawn was yours, had always been yours, and would always be yours as long as Seonghwa was beside you.

And so, without your knowledge, you fell in love with him bit by bit. You fell as if falling under a spell you couldn’t find a counter for. Not that you wanted to anyway, not when he was there to catch you.

A year later when spring arrived, love and hope sprouted in your heart when Seonghwa’s lips pressed against yours for the first time under the cherry blossoms. He etched himself into the deepest crevices of your soul and your heart. His touch was like that of the sun against your skin after a dark night, igniting your soul in a way that reminded you of fireworks. Under the light of dawn, as he kissed you, you learned a truth. Like the sunrise, Seonghwa is the only constant in your life.

“What are you thinking about?” His soft whisper pulls you out of your reminiscing, and you find yourself gazing into his wide eyes that are brimming with affection and curiosity.

Even after years of being with Seonghwa, the way he looks at you as if you are the one who hung the moon in the sky always floors you. Your skin tingles at the warmth and adoration in his gaze.

“You,” lost in way his thumb grazes against your waist, the word slips out of your lips without a second thought. You almost curse at yourself for being so taken with him when you see a devilish smirk pull at his lips.

“Is that so, my dove?” Chuckling, he lets himself get closer to you, if that’s even possible, considering how you’re basically pressed against him. His hands rise to cup your face, drawing you to his lips.

You lose yourself in the warmth of his mouth. His kisses are softer at first, but soon, his lips are moving insistently against yours. His teeth sink gently into your bottom lip, and he swallows the moan that leaves you almost hungrily. Seonghwa’s hand slides up the side of your body to slide your nightgown off you, exposing you to the chilly morning air.

He pulls back from you momentarily, the loss making you whine, but the protest dies in your throat when he gazes at you with nothing but love and adoration. In what little light filters through the sheer curtains, he looks ethereal with his glowing bronze skin. His dark hair is messy, and yet he manages to look as if he’d just stepped out of the pages of a manhwa. As if knowing what’s going through your head, a soft smile pulls at his lips.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he breathes, voice thick with sleep and desire.

“Like what?” You ask, your own hands finding purchase against his shoulders.

“Like I’m the damn sunrise.”

“You’re more breathtaking than any sunrise I’ve ever seen, Hwa,” you cradle his cheek in your palm, words ringing with sincerity as you gaze at your boyfriend.

Seonghwa ducks down at your words, hiding his face in your neck as you chuckle at the way he reacts to your compliment. Your amusement doesn’t last long, however, when he leans down further to lave his tongue against the marks his teeth had left against the column of your neck the night before. His teeth sink into your skin, cutting you off mid-laughter, while his palms come to cup your exposed breasts, and you find yourself arching into his touch.

You watch Seonghwa descend the length of your body, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses wherever his lips can reach. His hands slither downwards, fingers digging into your thighs to spread your legs open for him. Bringing his mouth to your core, he smirks when you let out a broken moan, bucking into his mouth. Seoghwa keeps his eyes on you as he devours you.

“Hwa—” you choke back a moan, reaching for him with a trembling hand. You pull him to your lips, tasting yourself on his tongue. “Want you. Please.”

“My beautiful dove.” Seonghwa breathes reverently. His hands are gentle against your waist, cradling you close to him while his lips trace their way up your jaw to meet yours in a sloppy kiss.

As the sun rises over the Thames River, he ravishes you with a gentleness that feels like the first touch of warmth of the morning light.

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Madrid

“Are you recording me?” Seonghwa laughs, walking backwards on the sidewalk as you fumble with the camera—it’s heavier than what you’re used to—but you don’t mind because you’re more concerned about the quality of the video than anything else.

You can’t help but grin at the sight in front of you: Seonghwa in a beret and a long, dark coat that he has paired with jeans contrasts so well with the potted geraniums in front of the restaurant you had stopped to get breakfast at. The flowers herald the happiness blossoming in your chest at the sight of your lover glowing like the sun while surrounded by the the tell-tale signs of the approaching spring.

Seonghwa jokes that these flowers are blooming because it is his first time visiting Europe with you. You laugh off his silly comment, but in your heart of hearts, you can’t help but agree with him. It’s almost as if nature wants you to document the most beautiful sights while you record Seonghwa in the cities you are visiting.

Before you can answer him, something catches his eyes, and before you know it, he is dragging you to a toy store he has spotted on the other side of the road. His smile as he eagerly scours the store for something to buy reminds you of sunlight upon the tides, bright and blinding as the sun itself on the waves that lap gently at the shore.

Seonghwa makes his way to the sunglasses, trying on the goofiest ones, making you giggle. Encouraged by your laughter, he continues to make a fool of himself, pulling funny expressions for the camera and not caring if people are giving him funny looks. At one point, he tries the poison green alien sunglasses, and despite you laughing at how atrocious the design is, you can’t help but think how easily he can pull off even the most ridiculous of accessories with grace.

Behind him, you spot something that makes you gasp, and you rush to the shelves to grab one of the Toothless plushies. Turning around with purpose, you’re caught off guard by how close Seonghwa is, but you don’t let it faze you.

“Look, Hwa! I found you on the shelf,” you giggle at him, holding the plushie up so that it lines up with his face.

He rolls his eyes fondly, used to such jokes by the rest of ATEEZ and his fans. Despite that, he takes the plushie from your hands and puts it on his head, allowing you to capture him with ease. His touch is careful as he holds the plushie, similar to how he handles everything he lays his hands on. Delicate and light, he touches everything he comes across with care, and that’s one of the reasons you find him endearing—for he’s one of the few people who truly take the time to appreciate the beauty the world has to offer.

“If I’m Toothless, doesn’t that mean you’re my Light Fury?” You watch the way his eyes scan the shelves for something.

“I guess,” you shrug, chuckling as you help him in his search for a plushie of the said dragon.

“Do you think we should buy these?” Seonghwa asks, interrupting your search, and you turn to find him holding up the two plushies. He glances at the two stuffed toys—Toothless and the Light Fury—with his eyes furrowed as he weighs the pros and cons of buying both.

“You have multitudes of these back home, Hwa.” You remind him, in fact, he has so many plushies and figurines that he had to store some in your apartment because his manager had threatened that he would throw them out if he saw one more of the HTTYD-themed merch.

“But—”

“Hwa.”

“Fine, break my heart, why don’t you?” And with a pout, he places them back on the shelf reluctantly. You know he’s joking because when you gesture towards the plushies later on, he shakes his head with a smile.

Throughout the day, you explore the city with him, telling him everything you had learned about the places from the little tourist booklet you had snagged from the hotel that morning. He listens to you earnestly, watching you talk with a smile as admiration settles under his skin.

Later in the night, you find yourself in a cafe. Taking a deep breath, you inhale the scent of coffee that permeates your immediate surroundings. Since the cafe is basically empty at this time of the night, a sense of tranquillity surrounds you, much like the warm coat Seonghwa has draped over you. You watch late stragglers making their way home from their jobs through the window you’re seated against, hands curled against a warm cup of hazelnut latte.

“Dove,” Seonghwa’s quiet voice comes from next to you, causing you to snuggle into his shoulder, humming for him to continue. “Don’t fall asleep. We have to walk back to the hotel.”

“Shall we leave, then?” Stifling a yawn, you ask, causing him to nod.

He leads you out of the cafe, keeping his hand on your lower back as you walk through the sparsely populated streets. The very next moment, however, it begins to rain out of nowhere, and before you know it, you are being drenched in the downpour.

Seonghwa laughs in surprise but turns his face upwards to allow the raindrops to kiss his cheeks. Even though the world is blurred around you and your vision is warped by the drops in your eyes, you can still see him clearly. He basks in the rain, lets himself get drenched by the droplets cascading down his face, neck, and shoulders. The rain is so heavy that the raindrops make streams as they make their way down his body.

Watching him like this, you find yourself reaching out for him. As if on the same wavelength as you, Seonghwa takes your hand in his, lips curling up in a smile when you entangle your fingers with his. Reaching out, he cups your face gently, and it seems as if the world stops around you, your senses failing to register anything beyond his touch. Seonghwa trails his thumb along your lips, wiping the raindrops that have settled across your skin.

Drenched in the downpour with him, it’s easy to think of Seonghwa as the rain and yourself as the earth that craves rain after a dry spell.

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Seoul

The wallpaper drips with grief, mimicking the gloom that has taken root in his heart and doesn’t seem to want to leave. The glow of the streetlights filters through the windows and is the only source of light in his dark room. In the centre of the whirlpool of dread and darkness lies Seonghwa, curled up against the messy sheets he can’t bother to straighten.

The silence is uncanny. He’s not used to it—for years, he has shared a room with Hongjoong, and even though, more often than not, the younger male wasn’t actually there because he preferred the studio or the living room couch to the bedroom, the mere idea of sharing a room with someone always made him feel at ease. Hongjoong has been Seonghwa’s anchor in the years he roomed with him, but now alone in his room, the walls seem to press in around him like waves trying to drown him, leaving him breathless.

If Hongjoong is his anchor, you are his beacon, his guiding light, his polestar. And tonight, as his ship is battered by the biggest storm he’s ever faced, you aren’t here either. Desperately, he searches for something to ground him, but too many days and nights filled with sorrow and false optimism have built up and around him, crushing him with a weight he can’t handle anymore. When love wasn’t enough to save you, how can it be enough to help him stay afloat in the rough seas?

Outside of his room, spring touches everything with its delicate hands. For Seonghwa, however, winter still lingers, and the beautiful weather outside just irks him further. He hasn’t been in love for the last week, and even nature cannot revive him this time around. Without love in his heart, the only thing he feels is despair.

Even now, he can’t forget the way red painted his hands as you lay in his arms. Sometimes, when he squeezes his eyes shut hard enough, he can see your smile. In the very same moment, his heart opens and breaks when the image of you in his arms dances across his vision, and he dies again and again, bleeds until there’s only a shell left behind.

The beeping of his digital clock startles him. The digits read 00:00, distorted from the tears that line his lashes but never seem to fall. For a long time, he had thought today would make the pain bearable, but it persists, lingering in his heart and his room like stubborn rain clouds that linger even after the storm has passed. It is possible that you may not return to him, but he tries to remain optimistic. If he doesn’t believe you to be strong enough to fight for him, for your love, then who will?

His phone dings, and he looks at the device for a moment. Each beep of his phone has, till now, started him into a sitting position, and every time, it has not what he expected. But foolishly, he still hopes for a miracle.

His phone dinging again with the custom notification he had set for you has Seonghwa scrambling to check his phone. It’s a scheduled email, but your name lighting up the screen renders him breathless. At the sight of your name, the storm raging around him quietens down, leaving him in calm seas. There’s a video attached with the email, and he clicks it open.

[Exterior. Mid-morning. Shots of the streets of London from a car. In the foreground, the text reads Happy Birthday, Seonghwa! A female’s voice is heard speaking in the voiceover.]

Y/N: What’s a soulmate?

[The camera pans and focuses on Seonghwa as he looks out of the window, pointing at all the things he remembers from the few times he has been there with ATEEZ for concerts.]

SH: And that’s the cafe Jongho liked a lot. He said the coffee there was amazing. We should definitely visit it after we’ve settled in hotel room, you look like you could do with some caffeine in your system.

Y/N: [laughing] Not everyone is used to sleeping in aeroplanes.

SH: [shaking his head, he sniffs as if wounded by your comments] Well, if you toured with me, you’d be used to it. You’re the only one who keeps declining when I ask you to come with me! My poor self has to live without you for months just because you won’t agree.

Y/N: Your idea of bringing me along includes you stuffing me into your suitcase. Sorry if I don’t want to be thrown around with the other luggage.

SH: [snorting] It’s your fault for being so small.

Y/N: [sighing] Whatever, Hwa.

[Midday. The video cuts to a shot of Seonghwa walking along the Thames river. He has his arms wrapped around himself. The sky is covered with fluffy clouds, and one can tell that spring is fast approaching with the way little green buds are seen on the trees in the background.]

Y/N: It’s a… Well, it’s like a best friend, but more.

SH: It’s so cold!

Y/N: Should we go and get something to warm us up from the cafe you pointed out earlier? I think it’s close to where we are right now.

[The video cuts to the two of you inside the cafe. The camera is placed on one side, allowing it to capture both Seonghwa and you. You’re laughing at Seonghwa, who took a sip from your iced americano and immediately made a face at the taste. The video skips a bit and Seonghwa can be seen humming along to the music from the speakers while you watch him, enraptured by his vocals.]

Y/N: It’s the one person in the world who knows you better than anyone else.

[The video cuts again. This time, Seonghwa is in a hotel room, standing against the backdrop of the Eiffel Tower and posing goofily while you are laughing in the background. He waddles over to the camera, forcing you to put it on the table as he twirls you around, dancing to a song he’s humming.]

Y/N: It’s someone who makes you a better person.

[The video cuts to a closeup of Seonghwa’s head in your lap as you sit on the couch. He’s sleeping soundly while you run your fingers through his soft hair. His lips quirk upwards in a smile, causing you to halt your motions, but a whine from him has you resuming your actions.]

Y/N: [soft whisper] Did I wake you up?

SH: [hums and shakes his head] Not really… [yawns] I wasn’t fully asleep.

[There’s silence for a while as Seonghwa shifts around to get comfortable.]

SH: I love you.

Y/N: That was so random, Hwa.

SH: Hey! You’re supposed to say you love me too!

Y/N: [snorting] I love you, you overgrown child.

SH: I’ll have you know that’s Wooyoung.

Y/N: Don’t let him hear you say that. He’ll bite your arm off or something.

SH: [laughing hard]

Y/N: Actually, they don’t make you a better person, you do that yourself… because they inspire you.

[The video cuts to Seonghwa amidst the geraniums in Madrid before he drags you to the MINISO. His shenanigans from the store can be seen, with him wearing goofy sunglasses and playing with the Night Fury plushie.]

Y/N: A soulmate is someone who you can carry with you forever.

[Seonghwa can be seen busking with a guy playing the guitar. He sings Angel Baby by Troye Sivan, smiling wide when you start swaying one of your hands in beat with the music, causing people to follow your actions. When he’s done, people come up to him, telling him that he’s an amazing singer, and he thanks everyone with a bashful smile while watching you look at him with a look of pride on your face.]

Y/N: It’s the one person who knew you and accepted you… Believed in you before anyone else did or when no one else would.

[Seonghwa excuses himself from the crowd and makes his way towards you, wrapping his arms around your frame and sways the two of you as the busker starts crooning a song in Danish.]

SH: Thank you for always believing in me, dove. Especially when I didn’t believe in myself.

Y/N: [smiling] I love you, and I’ll cheer you on, especially during the darkest days.

Y/N: And no matter what happens, you will always love them.

[The camera pans to you in your editing studio, and you wave at the camera with a smile on your face.]

Y/N: It’s quite late [glancing at the clock on your desk], 3 a.m. to be precise, and I’m working on your birthday video. [Laughs] I hope you like this little video I put together with clips from our trip to Europe. Give me a call once you’re done watching this. I love you so much, Hwa! Happy Birthday, my star!

Y/N: Nothing can ever change that.

Seonghwa wipes his tears, sniffing as he gets up from the bed. With a meticulousness characteristic of him, he goes through the motions of dressing up to pay you a visit. That’s the only thing that seems to make sense, so with bleary eyes and heavy feet, he walks through the deserted streets of Seoul.

The staff members at the hospital allow him to see you, used to his untimely visits. The nurse watching over you gives him a sad smile and leaves him alone with you when he enters your room. He notes that the pallor that had settled beneath your skin is now fading, albeit slowly.

Maybe you’re getting better? But you still haven’t woken up, and seeing your face, he finds himself falling, falling through the memories of the day of the accident. His eyes close of their own accord, and he sighs, trying to get those images out of his mind. Unable to stop his thoughts, he relives the day all over again.

Logically, he knows the accident isn’t his fault but of the person who was behind the wheel.

Or maybe it was, the voice in his mind tells him.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he can’t forgive himself for the events that led up to the accident. If he hadn’t called you to pick him up from the company that night when it was raining, you’d be safe in his arms, celebrating his birthday with him.

No, it wasn’t. Seonghwa desperately wants to believe his own words. But there’s still that small voice of doubt that rears its ugly head, and before he knows it, fresh tears are rolling down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. Seonghwa is too emotionally exhausted and too choked to speak any louder. “My dove, I’m so sorry for this whole mess. I’m sorry. Please wake up soon. I can’t do this alone—I can’t live without you. Please. I love you.”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months ago

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Just One Reason: Blow Up

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Lloyd Hansen

masterlist - to be added

Summary: A chance encounter at the sandwich shop doesn’t end how you expect.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“How about these?” Lloyd asks as you cross your arms, the friction of your jacket making noise. You tear your eyes away from Lara as you shake off the humiliating experience of her measuring you in only your bralette.

“Oh, uh,” you try not to make a face at the leopard print. The cut isn’t bad but the fabric is sheer. “I usually go with cotton.”

“These aren’t bad. Breathable,” he says. “I mean, you’re getting more than one so why not a few cute ones.”

“Lloyd, please,” you beg. “We should just go grab a pack from the department store.”

“Excuse you,” he puts his attention back to the baskets of panties. “You deserve something cute.”

You’re starting to get agitated. You just want to go home. You’re exhausted and he’s not listening. It’s also crowded and you’re so close to him, you’re sweating.

“What’s your favourite colour?” He asks as he drops the leopard print into the mesh basket.

“Um... purple, I guess.”

“Purple, fancy,” he comments as he plucks out a pair in a light hue. “How about these?”

“Woah,” you nudge his hand down, embarrassed. They have no butt! “I think I’d rather just briefs.”

“But they’d look so cute.”

“No one would see, doesn’t matter,” you glance around, “really--”

A sharp jab in your back sends you into him as the woman behind you, with her group of chittering friends, elbows you. You cry out and reach back as Lloyd catches you. He moves you firmly behind him and before you can stop him, he shoves the woman.

“Hey, watch what you’re doing?” He snarls.

“Ah,” the woman squeals as she falls against two of her friends, “dude!”

Her friends hold her up and form a wall, “bro, what are you even doing in here?”

“Yeah, get your creepy mustache out of here.”

“Fuck off. You’re over hear making a racket then you assault me friend,” he sneers.

“Assault? It was an accident--”

“Then apologise,” he crosses his arms, making himself as wide and tall as he can. He’s definitely bigger than all those women. And you.

“It’s fine,” you touch his sleeve. “Really, she didn’t mean to.”

“She’s ignorant. She should be aware there’s other people in the store, or on the planet. Spoiled bitch,” he pops the last word in the woman’s face as he leans in meanly.

“Holy fuck, guy, you are deranged,” her redheaded friend scoffs.

“Please, Lloyd,” you croak.

“Me? You fucking narcissists taking up half the fucking aisle,” he growls.

“Lloyd,” you yank on his elbow as hard as you can. “I want to go.”

“Fuck that, you should come with us,” the woman who elbowed you says. “I’m really sorry about that. Really. I didn’t even get a chance to say so before this maniac stuck his big fuzzy nose in. He’s a real piece of work. You need to ditch him--”

“What the fuck do you know?” Lloyd bristles.

You shake your head, “it’s okay, I know it was an accident.” You turn to Lloyd and squeeze his arm, “let’s go.”

His lips twitch as he stops himself from arguing. He looks at you and his blue eyes flash. The tension eases slightly from his posture and he huffs.

“Fine, tootsie, let’s get our stuff and go.”

He takes your hand away from his arm and clings to it, bringing you to the checkout line. His grip tightens until your knuckles ache. You squeak.

“Ow, Lloyd--”

“Sorry, baby,” he slackens his hold on you but doesn’t let go. “I’m just so worked up. I don’t get it. Why do people think they can just push you around, huh?”

“Like you do?” You ask. He flinches and you slip your hand from his, “I told you I didn’t feel like coming. I’m... I’m not up to all this and I don’t know about you buying me all these things. Even if I can keep my job, I won’t ever be able to pay you back.”

“I told you, it’s a gift.”

“I don’t have anything to give you back. It all burned up. All of it. My dad, too.”

You flick your lashes and shake your head. You need to get out of here. There’s too many people, too many things.

You spin and flee, barreling between the bodies, brushing close as you escape the store. You don’t look back. You run until you see a familiar icon and find your way into a bathroom. You lock yourself in a stall and lean on the door.

You feel worse once you catch your breath. Lloyd’s only being nice. He’s just trying to cheer you up. But you don’t like what you saw. That anger in him is not good. And now you’re living with him and there’s no other option for you. You have an aunt who might pick up the phone but not much else.

You emerge and go to the sink. You wash your hands, comforting yourself with the warm flow, then go back out to the mall. You’re lost. It’s too busy. You can’t even remember which way you came from.

You find a map and stand before the screen, trying to find the lingerie store. A throat clears and you look over as Lloyd steps up next to you. He has a meek expression as he stares at the map.

“Found you,” he says. “Was worried you left.”

You don’t say anything. Where would you go?

“I’m sorry I snapped. I was just trying to defend you. Like a friend does.”

“A friend listens,” you say. “I’m not ready to be here.”

“Yeah,” he dips his chin down. “Let’s go home.”

You nod. “Thanks.” You peer around as he stays where he is. “Which way?”

“Here, grab on,” he bends his arm for you to latch on. “I’ll get you out.”

You hook your hand around his forearm, the cluster of bags in his hands. He leads you away from the map and makes a clear line through the hordes. He doesn’t falter and you cling to him like a shield.

As you approach the door, you let out a sigh of relief. Lloyd pushes through with his shoulder and you follow him out into the cold. He lets out a brrr as he heads across the parking lot with you in tow.

“I’ll be better, tootsie, I promise. If it keeps you around, I’ll be nice.”

His words surprise you, not just as they break the silence, but in themselves. You appreciate the sentiment but you don’t want someone who pretends for you. Better yet, you would prefer someone who doesn’t scare you. What you saw in there was frightening and it only sinks in as you climb into Lloyd’s car with your grim reality.

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #drabble #just one reason #series #au #the gray man

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tastic-in-its-finest · 3 months ago

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Frew Up

Summary: When you're barely a teenager and a small child helplessly relies on you. Basically Janus taking care of a sick Virgil.

Word Count: 1363

Warnings/Tags: a LOT of mentioning of throwing up/vomiting, slight mention of spiders

Ao3

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“...I frew up…” a small voice mumbled and croaked by the doorway.

Deceit grudged open his eyes, what does a side need to do to get some sleep, his body completely ready to succumb to sleep again. But since his body is facing the doorway, he could see the tiny spiderling shaking slightly in the darkness, clenching a large spider plush, dead silent and scared, looking to him for help.

“It's ok, Anxiety. Come here,” he grudges and pushes down any frustration for being woken up so early, or late as Anxiety waddles over cautiously. The little guy looked exhausted, his eye bags larger with redness over them.

“Where did you throw up?” He sighs.

“I don't wanna talk about it,” he hugs the plush closely.

“Do you feel like you're going to throw up again?”

He taps his fingers, “...maybe.”

…

“Stay here. If you feel sick, go to the toilet,” Dee whispered as he led Virgil into the yellow bathroom. The bright light stinged his squinting eyes, rubbing the crust from them.

Was Dee going to leave him here all night, is he going to sleep in the bathtub? He can barely sleep on the couch so he probably won’t get to sleep in a tub. What if he needed to throw up again and couldn't reach the toilet in time? Would he have a blanket or shiver all night???

A tissue wipes a dribble of vomit from his chin, blink blink, oh, Deceit's cleaning Virgil's mouth. There was still vomit leftover on his jacket as he wiped his mouth after– puking… he didn't know what else to do. Until he remembered there was a side down the hall he could talk to, which, took a lot of effort to muster the courage to wake Dee up. Dee always liked sleeping so Virgil didn’t want to make him mad by waking him up.

Deceit threw away the wipe, offering his gloved hands.

“Don't worry I'll take care of her,” Virgil looks down to his spider plush, Lila. His voice sounds smooth, sweet, caring that Virgil doesn't have a second thought about holding her out as she's cradled then put to the side. With two extra arms, Deceit asks to lift his jacket, he does and it's folded neat and with care- but he can tell Deceit is avoiding to touch little bits he left there.

He's left in a t-shirt, leaving his arms naked and goosebumps to travel up his spine. Virgil tries to warm them up the best he can without his warm, fuzzy, and huge jacket but he can only do so much.

…

“I'll be right back,” Anxiety pouted, yet didn't seem to fully disagree, so Deceit took the short window he had to put the jacket in the washer, hand scrub the plush with warm water and soap, drying her quickly but quietly so Vee wasn't alerted Deceit's water boarding his toy.

It wasn't a surprising guess to think Virge launched his dinner out in his room down the hall. Even with the door slightly cracked open, the pungent smell of stomach acid wafted as he walked by, plugging his nose and swallowing his bile.

Unluckily, the vomit is in the purple bed, on a very unfortunate spot. Located right over the comforter, popping on the black sheets, and slightly somehow the pillows. He sighs swiping and trashing away the big chucks with disgust. With a little vinegar, shake of baking soda, and a used rag, he scrubs away the stains. Scooping the comforter, unfolding the sheets, removing pillow cases, cramming into the washer.

He grabs another one of Anxiety's hoodies– a clean gray striped one from the closet. Not his favorite but the kid can't be picky at the moment.

By now, Lila is dry, if not slightly wet but Deceit furiously towel dries her till she's deemed dry enough for Anxiety to cuddle up with her again.

When he got back to the bathroom, Anxiety's staring at the inside of the toilet.

“I did it again…”

“In the toilet this time?”

“The toilet.”

Good, he thought to himself, less cleaning, helping dress Anxiety with a content expression, the kid happy to be a little warmer. Then springing to life when he shows him a clean Lila. But he frowns again.

“Do I sleep there tonight?” He pointed to the tub.

“God no Anxiety, you're not an animal,” Deceit didn't mean to say so harshly, but Anxiety has been around him enough to understand that.

He sulked as Deceit gathered a few things into the living room.

Fluffing one of his pillows onto the couch and sliding a warm blanket, Deceit presents a bed, “There,” Anxiety fiddles with his fingers, looking a little disappointed at the bed. Somethings missing, “Do you need me to read a story for you?”

“Can.. um, can I sleep somewhere else?”

“Where else?”

“Not on the couch,” he shyly taps his feet, “Can I sleep in your bed tonight?”

Deceit has a confused expression, “What's possibly wrong with the couch?” Anxiety looked regretful he'd even asked, ready to take back what he said. Oh, he raised his eyebrows, it probably has nothing to do with the couch.

“Forget I said that. Of course you can Anxiety… you should have just said so.” Before he needed to dismantle his bed.

Dismantling aside, the pillow is secure under his arm, handing the blanket to Anxiety.

He fluffs his pillows to be extra comfortable. Anxiety wordlessly watching until Deceit scoops him up into a big hold, “Deeee, put me down,” he whines, pushing his face away with as much force his little hand could manage.

“How can I when you're just so huggable??” He launches him onto the bed, a few giggles out of him as his face is buried in the soft pillow.

Deceit crawls in bed, mindful of the tiny lump fidgeting next to him waiting until he's settled to wrap himself in a fuzzy purple blanket, wildly contrasting the yellow decor.

Deceit ruffles Anxiety's hair, slightly combing through the small black strands. The little side sighed and yawned into the blanket, his eyes lidded.

When Deceit sees the kid barely able to stay awake after only a few seconds, he summons himself a water and stops the combing. As Deceit reaches for the lamp, he feels an urgent tug on his sleeve, “Can the light be on tonight?” Deceit raised his brow, “For the monsters,” his already mumbly voice is muffled by Lila. No doubt one of Morality’s or Creativity’s stories scared him. They never knew how sensitive he was.

“I'm sorry,” Anxiety mumbles. Deceit didn't realize he made a face with Virge mistaking his anger for him. Deceit immediately patted his head, shoving down his negative feelings.

“Shh, it's alright Anxiety,” he smiles, “The monsters aren't real.”

He could immediately tell Anxiety tensed, “How do you know?”

“I don't leave the light on and no monsters have attacked me yet.”

Anxiety squinted. Why did Morality have to make the kid doubt him?

“I promise, ok?”

Anxiety didn't buy it.

Fine, you win Morality, “Ok, I’ll leave the light on all night. No monsters will ever get you when I'm around Anni.”

Anxiety blinked, and finally he eased into the blankets, “You're sure?”

“Mhm, I'll make sure nothing harms you,” he ruffles his hair again because he can’t help himself, it’s like petting a cat, then lets Anni lay more comfortably on the pillow.

“Can you stop me from throwing up?”

… “Uh, no.”

“Cause i’ hurts.”

“I bet Anxiety.” Deceit fully enveloped himself in the covers, mindful to not stretch out too much to disturb Anxiety. Who is surely but shortly falling asleep.

“Mmm goodnight Dee, I hope the monsters don't get you.” Anxiety nuzzled and fully settled.

“Goodnight… Anxiety.”

Deceit struggled to fall asleep, now with the light, but somehow he managed. He heard Anxiety's small breaths and mumblings as he drifted, which made him feel lighter knowing the side is sleeping soundly without waking up terrified from a nightmare, or the need to vomit.

He was going to have to talk to Morality later though, he thought, before succumbing to sleep.

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