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written-in-flowers · 3 days ago

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I Need a Big Boy: 3racha x Male!Reader

Pairing: Chan/Han/Changbin x Male!Reader

Word Count: 7k

Genre: Smut (loads), fluff | AU: idolverse, ninth member au

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: What started as a simple shower between friends turns into body worship very quickly.

Disclaimer: These works are completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of Stray Kids in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you.

Tags: porn without plot (maybe? tiny bit?) polyamorous, foursome (MMMM), group sex, body worship, slight muscle worship, switching partners, shower sex, blowjobs, rough blowjobs, face fucking, throat fucking, light degradation, rim jobs, anal sex, anal fingering, dom/sub undertones/dynamic, creampie, cum swallowing, dom!changbin, dom!chan, sub!han, switch!reader,

Taglist: @james-is-here @onementally-unstabel-kid @omg-lexiloveyou @drinkingrumandcocacola @belladonna6-6-6 @channiesbum @oreoqueen @succubus-hansol

Here's What You Missed on Newbie!

Next on Newbie!

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You both truly did mean to leave for the studio. After the gym and lunch at a new cafe, you and Han planned on freshening up at his place and then leaving. With some more recordings and alterations, the album will be done and they'd move onto their comeback preparations. You’d been thinking about the newest song, singing it in your head when the shower door opened.

“Hey,” Han stepped in behind you, “I was thinking about your song, and wanted to talk about an idea I had for it.”

“Here?” you asked incredulously. “We’re going to the studio. We could talk about it there.”

“I don’t want to lose the thought. Scoot over,” he slipped past you to be underneath the water. “You always get the perfect temperature,” he sighed once the water hit his face, “You need to tell me your secrets, water wizard.”

“It’s an art form,” you shrugged. You might as well let him, you thought, as you picked up the shower gel. It’ll certainly cut down on time. “What idea did you have for the song?”

You and Han stood underneath the steaming shower, your naked bodies dangerously close to each other. It started with washing yourselves while talking about the album and comeback. Casual and light hearted, you didn’t expect anything to really happen. Minho said Han could sleep with whichever member he wanted, but that didn’t mean you’d jump at the chance every time. Plus, the workout left your muscles feeling slightly worn. You didn’t know how you’d make it through recording, but you promised Chan you’d show up so you would. But, when Han asked you to get spots on his back, you’ll admit it was tempting.

Soapy hands trailed down the arch of his back, massaging the tense muscles and cleaning off the smooth skin. The curvature of his spine caused his ass to stick out naturally. You knew he wasn’t doing it on purpose. He even hunched to avoid your dick, but as your hands rested above his pert ass, the thought came to you.

“Pervert,” Han chuckled, sensing your hesitation right away.

“I’m not the one with my ass sticking out like this,” you replied, transfixed by the round curves inches from your hands.

All you had to do was sink lower, and they’d be fully in your hands. Instead, you went back up to his shoulders. Thumbs rolling in circles, Han gave a much more emphasized moan. You kept working on his back, always careful not to touch his ass even with temptation exciting you. When Han finally turned around, water hitting his shoulders and streaming down his front, you saw his fully formed body. He’d been working out more, hence his chest and shoulders being wider than before. You thought about him in the gym earlier, hard body lifting weights and stretching before you. The temptation had not hit you then, but it did now. Especially when his soft hands started working on your chest and stomach. When something hard touched your cock, you knew he’d gotten aroused just with a few touches.

“You’ve gotten so buff, hyung,” Han said, that sweet voice dripping with seduction. He gave your biceps gentle squeezes, “I like it.”

“You too,” he pulled him close so your bodies came together. The urge to grind on his hardening cock came to you, but you withheld it. “You’re not the little twink I used to fuck before.”

He laughed, cheeks lifting in his smile, “I guess I’m not, huh?” He let his fingers drag across your collarbones to your chest again, “Does that bother you?”

“Not at all,” you assured him, hands finally grasping his ass. “It just takes a bit more to throw you around on my bed.”

You brought him in for a kiss, your tongue sliding across his bottom lip. Heat built up between you in the kiss, tongues touching every so often and pushing your arousal further. He released a soft moan when you squeezed both cheeks and pulled them apart. You could feel them jiggle slightly when you lifted them, the soap making them slip from your hands.

“Keep doing that, hyung,” he whispered, lightly kissing you. “I like it when you do it like that.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mm-hm.”

A hand sliding between them, you grazed briefly over the clenched hole. You made small trails from the middle to the space connecting balls and anus. Every brush over it made Han eager for more. You let out your own moan when his delicate hand grabbed the base of your cock. In languid strokes, Han worked both you and him together. His throbbing dick right up against yours, you did your best not to move up into it. You focused your efforts on his ass. Moans resounding in the shower stall, water pattering onto the tiled floor, the two of you stood there fondling each other. Nothing ever felt as good as the members, who were always so eager for you. Even months later, you still found it hard to believe. It sounded like something out of a erotic fanfiction or one of those smutty romance novels. As pathetic as it made you look, you could never resist when one of them suggested it to you. You really were a pervert.

“May I suck it, hyung?” Han asked after a while, the both of you raging hard. “I love sucking yours.”

“Yes,” you breathed, eager for more of him.

Your back hitting the cold shower wall, you ran a hand through Han’s damp hair as he crouched down. Hands on your thighs, he easily guided your tip into his mouth. Pure euphoria coursed through you like a drug. His soft lips tenderly sucking the head, Han swiped the tip of his tongue over the wrinkled side of your dick. Occasionally breaking it to suck up saliva and precum, he kept his eyes on you the entire time. You stared right back, stroking his hair to guide him further down. You groaned when his tongue caressed the pulsing vein pumping more blood into the long muscle.

“No hands,” you said when one hand reached to grab your base, “Only your mouth and tongue.”

Han didn’t protest at all. Keeping both hands on your thighs, he kept himself leveled as he filled his mouth. The slight pressure of his hands caressing your inner thighs added to the pleasure. Your fingers slide over slick tiles, for something to grab when it finally took hold of you. Every muscle in your legs tensed as he sucked. Nothing ever felt as good. When your dick finally hit the back of his throat, you bit down on your lip to keep yourself grounded. Each time with them felt brand new. You could stay like that forever, enjoying Han's mouth. Looking further down his body, you saw his cock standing straight up to his stomach. You smirked.

“You really love blowing me, huh?” You asked, scooping long strands of hair from his face. He didn’t answer, only nodding and humming his response. “Answer me properly, baby,” you said.

“Yes,” he panted, your dick on the tip of his tongue before he went back into it. “I love blowing you, hyung.”

“I can tell,” you started pushing slowly into his mouth. Immediately taking the hint, Han stayed in place as you slid in and out. “You get so hard when my dick is in your throat,” you pointedly pushed right to it, groaning as the younger gulped around you. “Does it feel that good, baby?” You asked when you withdrew to the last inch.

Drool falling onto his chest, Han answered, “Yes, hyung.”

“Do you want me to fuck your throat?”

“Yes, hyung.”

Holding him by a fistful of hair, you started pushing your hips into his face. His full lips sucking you hard, cheeks hollowing to touch the sides, he did his best to pleasure you.

“Eyes on me,” you huffed, stuffing yourself to the bottom. “Good boy, keep looking up at me while I fuck your pretty mouth.”

You watched his shoulders shake, and felt his grip on your thighs tighten. You kept him there as he started gagging. His round brown eyes stared up at you so innocently, tears starting to build in the corners whenever you stayed deep for too long. Every so often, you slipped out to tap his tongue and lips, watching him struggle to catch it without his hands. The eagerness in his eyes amplified your teasing. He whined when you pulled yourself out of his reach, wagging his tongue to lick what he could. When he did manage to catch it, he sucked firmly and licked greedily. You thought you just might cum when he began moaning around you.

“Let’s get to the bed,” you said, removing your cock to tap on his lips again. “Hyung wants to play with you before he cums.”

The two of you shared sloppy, passionate kisses while you dried each other. It was the anticipation that excited the both of you. Fully dried off, you guided Han to his own bedroom where you flung him onto the bed. Your eyes scanned over his naked body as he laid back on the pillows. He looked beautiful, sculpted as if an artist took their time on him. His chest broader than when you first met, he'd even started gaining a bit of a four-pack. You couldn't help dragging your fingers lightly over them, catching on the hard dark nipples. The muscles relaxed and less defined, you still felt them flex when touched and kissed. He was gorgeous. You could spend an eternity exploring his body. His eyes full of lust and need, body nearly shivering from arousal, you understood why Minho drew out their sessions. Since splitting the unit dorms into pairs, Han had moved in with his boyfriend. You saw evidence of this in the dashes of Minho around the room. You’d moved in with Chan naturally, and you couldn’t have asked for a better roommate.

Or boyfriend.

You kissed down expanses of smooth, hard muscles while your hands caressed his thighs. His dick twitched when you drew near it, though you only gave it a small swipe of your tongue. Your lips landed everywhere except there. You memorized the pleasure points of his body, skimming over his thighs and legs to find them. You wanted to commit each one to memory for later. His balls underneath entered your mouth in small suckles, your moans vibrating on the tender skin while your tongue rolled over them. The small tugs to the top had Han wriggling above you. It was when your tongue flicked the very bottom of his dick that he began grinding into your face.

“Stay still for me, baby,” you said, kissing up his length.

“It just feels so good,” he whined.

“I know it does,” you cooed, giving the head a light flick, “But I want you to try for me. Okay?”

“O-kay.”

The tip of Han's cock in your mouth, precum spilling onto your tongue, you hardly noticed the phone lighting up beside him. You were too distracted by his quivering body and soft whimpers to care. The sensation of his cock pulsating in your hand kept you distracted enough. Pretty, petite Han laid against his pillows, mewling and panting as your tongue gradually circled his head. You stroked him slowly, sucking softly until he whined and arched his back. It made for a beautiful sight. An arousing, erotic sight that pulled you from reality and into your personal lust driven world. Sliding a hand up his body, you teased a nipple with the pad of your thumb, earning more moans. It had only been when he spoke that you noticed the phone.

“Hel-Hello?” the brunette stammered, full lips parted in silent moans of pleasure. “No, I'm n-not…Ye-Yes,” he wriggled when your tongue lashed at the underside of his head. Han watched with heavy lidded eyes as you licked up the slit of his cock. “He's…He's sucking my dick, and playing with my nipp-nipples…it feels so good, Hyung. Oh god, it feels so good,” he released a breathy moan as you took his tip in your mouth. “Just the tip…”

You wondered which member called as you started stroking his shaft. It could only be Chan, since you and Han were supposed to be at the studio by now. You imagined he’d been annoyed before calling, but once hearing Han’s breathy reponses, that likely disappeared. The image of an intrigued Chan leaning back in his chair, hand lightly brushing his thigh, came to you as you teased Han.

“O-Okay…”

Han, with shaky hands, fumbled with his phone. Sliding him further into your mouth, your cock pulsated knowing what was coming next. Was he alone? Was he about to facetime with the other members and producers there? No. Chan might get risky and kinky, but not like that. He wouldn't have stayed on the line if he was surrounded by people. Han pressed another button, and you heard two familiar voices groan in surprise.

“There's my boy,” said Chan, his voice recognizable by his Australian accent, which switched back to Korean as he said, “Looking so pretty with Hannie in his mouth.”

“How does he taste, Ynie?” Changbin asked you, his tone playful with a hint of naughtiness underneath it.

“So good,” you murmured against Han's head before kissing it teasingly. “He’s so sweet. I can’t stop.”

“Neither can I when I have him to myself,” he said, sounding mesmerized by the act.

“Show us your tongue, show us your tongue,” Chan said lightly. When you dragged your tongue up Han's shaft, they both groaned. “Good boy,” he said, “Keep doing it just like that; nice and slow how he likes it.”

You couldn't see their faces, but you knew they were enthralled by you. You'll admit, you liked the attention. You kept licking straight lines along the throbbing shaft, starting at the base and stopping on the tip. Your hips habitually grinded into the mattress, your low whimpers vibrating on the hard muscle. Han's hand tightened around the corners of the phone, his whining loud and clear.

Changbin then chuckled. “Hannie, you need to hold the phone straight so we can see him better. We can't see if you're shaking like that.”

“S-Sorry, hyung,” he whimpered. “It feels so good; I can’t help it.”

“I know it does, but we want you to try until we get there.” You heard a soft groan when you licked up Han’s hard length once more, making sure both of them saw streams of drool spill from the top. Giving him a few tugs, Changbin spoke, “Look how pretty Han’s cock is. I’m going to have such a good time playing with you two.”

“Please…” Han whimpered.

“Please?” Chan asked in a teasing voice. “‘Please’ what? Use your words, baby.”

“Play with us,” he said, moaning when you sucked and licked around his tip. “Play with me.”

“Hm, I don't know, Binnie-yah,” Chan said, a taunt in his voice. “Minho-yah might not like it. I don't think Hannie got permission to let anyone touch his cock.”

“Wait,” you suddenly stopped, smirking when Han whined, “Did you get permission, Hannie?”

“I did!” he cried out, wriggling his hips around. “He said I could.”

“Your master said you could get fucked?” You gave his tip a few teasing licks, “That doesn't sound like Minho-hyung. I heard someone got punished recently…”

“I swear he said I could,” he said, moving his hips up before you held them down. “Pl-please, hyung.”

“I wouldn't want you to get into trouble,” you lapped at the underside until he squirmed. He was so erect, his cock stood up on its own. Your occasional flicks made it move back and forth, and you kept doing this for amusement.

“I do,” cackled Changbin. “Minho lets me watch sometimes. Hannie is so pretty when he’s all teary eyed and begging.”

“He does,” agreed Chan, entranced by the sight of you. “So, so pretty.”

You imagined both men already picking up their bags to leave. There must be nobody else there for the moment. You heard Changbin somewhere in the background, while you knew Chan put in an earbud to avoid anyone else listening. You went back to your teasing, flicking and pumping Han's length while the boy struggled under you.

“Lick his balls, baby,” Chan said, his order gentle as always. “I like watching you do that-Oh, you're such a good boy for me.”

Han jerked when you wrapped your mouth around one side of his sack. You kept your eyes on the phone, innocence radiating off of you juxtaposed to your actions. Chan liked good boys, you knew. You liked pleasing him. Ever since your first time, you and Chan spent a lot of time in each other's bedrooms. You knew everything he liked, and he liked good boys.

It was Changbin who brats.

You heard nothing but Han's soft panting and whining. They must be on the move. You kept the hard balls in your mouth, sucking and licking them gently. Your cock ached for friction. The image of Chan stroking you from behind came to you and you kept pushing into the bed. Sliding Han back into your mouth, you bobbed your head up and down to his sharp intake. Han gripped the sheets, nails digging into the soft, white fabric as his hips bucked up and down.

“Must be your throat, Ynie,” Changbin ordered, sounding inconspicuous to anyone else in the car. “I have some tea left from when I had a cold. Make some and relax.”

You knew an order when you heard it. Positioning yourself more comfortably, you held Han by the base as you took breaths through your nose. Gradually, you slipped him over your tongue to the back of your throat. Thankfully, Han wasn't as large as Changbin, whose girth ached your jaw and length penetrated your throat with ease. This made the youngest rapper quiver, a breath exhaled through his teeth and he struggled to keep his phone straight on his chest. You felt his head pushed past your uvula each time, causing a soft gagging sound you knew they all loved. Two low groans stifled by coughs sounded from the phone when you gazed up at them. You kept the pace slow, hands on Han's inner thighs as you kept your eyes on the phone. The shutting of car doors made you glad the company building was close to the apartment.

“Spit on it,” Chan said breathlessly, groaning when you dribbled over it. They must be in the elevator if he spoke so boldly. “Why did I wear these shorts today? I feel like I'm barely hiding it.”

“I tucked mine into my waistband,” said Changbin. Why did their casual conversation during such a filthy moment turn both you and Han on more? “If they'd told me they'd do that, I would've come over. Pretend my cold hadn't gone away yet. Did you tell Seungmin not to come?”

“Yeah,” said Chan. “Then he was like ‘what? why?’ and I told him the microphone was broken,” he said with a stifled laugh.

“What did he say?” laughed Changbin.

“Nothing. He was like ‘oh okay, cool’. He and Felix are going out, so there's no worries, I guess.” When you spat on Han's cock again, he groaned. “He spat on it again.”

“What? Let me see.”

You did it just for him, spit trickling down before you took it back in your mouth. He huffed in frustration. “Why do we have to be in the world's slowest elevator?!” he said as Chan laughed.

The ding of the elevator made him laugh a bit harder. “You should see how excited Binnie is for you two,” Chan said, his laughter dying down. “Get up on your knees for me, baby,” he told you, “I want that ass in the air when I show up.”

Both you and Han suddenly flinched when you heard the front door open. Everybody had keys to each other’s dorms, so they didn’t need to worry about answering the door. Changbin and Chan likely discarded their bags and shoes quickly, since you heard hurried footsteps reach the bedroom door.

Changbin moaned at the sight of you both on the bed, and instantly removed his shirt. The broad muscles made you salivate around Han's girth. The abdomen he hid all the time appeared less defined than after a workout, but still traceable with fingers or a tongue. He quickly tugged off his pants and socks as he moved to the bed. His hastiness took you and Han out of your horny haze for a moment for a laugh.

“Fuck, look at you two,” he groaned, pecking Han's lips, then kissed yours. “How did this happen, hm?”

“In the shower,” Han moaned, whining when you pulled away from him.

Which you did to kiss Chan, who tilted your head to lock lips with you. For those few seconds, you forgot Han and Changbin. You let Chan's full lips lock with yours, brushing your tongues together before he pulled away. You shifted around, the covers grazing your dick again, as he slipped his tongue over yours. A moan escaped you when his hand slid down the curvature of your back to your ass.

“Naughty,” he muttered, giving one cheek a light tap, “To stay away from work when you know we have a comeback soon.”

“It's not for a while,” you whined into his mouth. “It just happened, I swear.”

“Is that so?” He cooed when he reached down your crack to your balls. “Is that how the sheet got all wet?” He said, giving them a gentle tug that made you tremble, “From all this precum? You've been at this for a while, huh?”

“Yes,” you breathed, needy for more of his touch.

Not getting the friction you’ve ached for, you whined at the middle finger dragging up your balls to your ass and back. Chan captured your lips with his, giving slow kisses as he rolled a finger around your entrance. Not pushing past it, he hummed when you began grinding into his hand.

“Not yet,” he said. “We only just got here.”

“But Leader-nim…I need it super bad,” you pouted. He chuckled at your eagerness, giving your neck soft kisses.

“I know,” he returned the pout. “You’ll get plenty of dick soon, you know that.” He brought the fingers to your lips and you coated them in spit, “How about you put Han's pretty cock back in your mouth while I take care of you, hm?”

“Yes, Leader-nim.”

You went right back into the proper position. Unlike Changbin, Chan hadn't removed a stitch of clothing. He didn't do this out of shyness but for torture. He knew you loved his body, and he'd make you work to see it bare. You jumped at his warm hands sliding up the backs of your thighs to your ass, giving the fleshy parts soft squeezes as he did so. Han filling your mouth, you could only give a muffled cry at the thumbs grazing your center. The two digits massaged up and down your balls, moving over the insides of your cheeks and spreading them apart every so often. Simply having him so close to you, his hands groping and massaging your ass and balls, kept you eager to push into his face. But, you knew better. He’d only pull away if you did that.

“Han made you so hard, baby,” Chan said, voice low and full of lust before he flicked your balls with his tongue. “Let’s see if I can make it harder.”

Everything in you screamed for him to take you right then, yet you practiced patience. He planted soft kisses right over the middle before fully making out with your balls. You could feel his lips catch onto one and his tongue sliding up and down it. The sensation sent more blood pumping to your cock, which twitched underneath you. He sensed your trembling thighs, then wrapped his arms around them to push his face further in you. With Han deep in your mouth, your moans came out muffled pleas and whimpers. The obscene licking and sucking matched the sloppiness of your blowjob, and it turned you on more.

When you looked up to Han, you saw him preoccupied with Changbin. Abdomen tensing and hips slowly thrusting, Changbin slid half his length into Han's mouth. Wide, round eyes stared only at him, soft moans stifled by his thickness. Han would whine pathetically when the older member pulled away, keeping his tongue out for Changbin to rub himself against. He enjoyed it too much to let Changbin go. You saw the eagerness he restrained in his firm sucks. The sight of Han, shaking and whimpering, taking Changbin's cock so easily made you hornier.

As Chan delicately licked at your hole, you sucked Han more firmly and took him further into your mouth. Soon, a symphony of moans filled the room and you thanked God only the four of you were in the apartment. By the time Han started pushing his hips to your face, you knew he'd finish soon.

“No, no, no, baby,” Changbin breathed, pulling your head off Han's lap. He pushed hair from Han’s forehead as he said, “You haven't been fucked yet. You know you can only cum when you've been fucked first.”

“Binnie-hyung,” Han whined. “Please, I want to so badly.”

“You know the rules,” he continued, tapping his tip on Han's lips before he stuck out his tongue. “You don't want to be a bad boy, now do you? I don't think your master would like to hear you're being naughty again.”

“No,” Han said, words whining as he kept his tongue out. “No, I don't.”

“Alright, so be a good slut and do what you’re told,” he sighed in relief once he pushed back into the salivating mouth. “I'd hate to punish you when you're behaving so well.”

“Oh please,” said Chan from behind you, lapping at your leaking tip until you mewled. “You love punishing them.”

“I’m too tired for it today,” he admitted, pushing to himself until Han choked slightly. “I just want to use their holes until I'm drained dry.”

Both you and Han moaned at his words, earning chuckles from the other two. You nearly lost control when a slender digit pushed through the threshold into your ass. Chan made sure you felt each stroke in his slow pace. They curled against the rigid walls to the very center of you; they gently stretched you while his tongue rolled around your tip. Your eyes rolled back at the slim fingers, wanting them to go faster and deeper. He knew exactly how badly you needed him,

“Both of you kneel up for us,” Chan ordered.

The kneeling position put his fingers further inside you. Han copied your position, eyes heavy with desire as he knelt in front of you.

“Kiss each other,” Changbin said softly, intently watching both of you.

“Deeply,” added Chan. “Yeah, that's it. Just like that…soft and slow.”

“You two look so pretty like this,” Changbin said, kissing Han's neck. You saw him grab Han's free hand to wrap around his girthy shaft. “Don't they, hyung?”

“They do,” Chan agreed, doing the same to you.

Finally having his cock in your hand, you made sure your lover felt every small squeeze you have. Your thumb started tracing the veins slowly rising through the velvety skin, rolling around the back of the sensitive head each time. Beads of precum fell onto your thumb, and his raspy breaths filled your ear. You couldn't help losing yourself in Han's kisses and Chan's fingers. They prodded deep inside you, pressing that special spot in intervals. Han's small squeal told you Changbin began stroking his hardon just as slowly as he fingered him. The youngest grinded into the hand needily, holding onto your shoulders as he pushed back. Your tongue keeps his mouth busy, so he could only whine into you.

“Somebody is getting needy,” Changbin groaned, his hand smacking Han's cheeks as his palm picked up the pace a moment. This caused Han to break from you to cry into the air, staying still as he was fingered. “Look how much he's leaking,” he said, kissing Han's neck. “You're making such a mess, Hannie-yah.”

“Please,” he whined, “I need it.”

“Oh, you need it, huh?”

“Yes!”

“Do you need it badly?”

“Yes!”

“Did you hear that, YNie?” Chan smirked, “Han needs it. Be a good boy and give it to him. We want to watch.”

You didn’t hesitate to get between Han's thighs. Hands sliding down the slender thighs, you pressed onto the flesh just enough for him to feel it. But then Changbin grabbed them for you, lifting them to Han's stomach. This left him fully exposed and vulnerable to the three of you. You let out a soft gasp when Chan grabbed you by the base to give a soft squeeze. He gave long, slow strokes that spread your precum all over it. Your arms behind your back, you couldn't do anything except let him tug on you. He traced the length of Han’s cock with yours, tapping the tip lightly on his balls before going further down. The light motions had you quaking in his embrace.

“Patience, baby,” he cooed, swirling your tip around the tight ring. “You'll both get it soon. Binnie-yah and I just want to watch you stretch him slowly.”

“We need to get you a little wetter,” said Changbin, bending down to swipe his tongue over you. “You're too big to put in like this.”

Chan rolled your nipples between his fingers as Changbin's mouth moved up and down on you. His lips massaging the sides in every suck, his tongue worked the bottom. You watched his hand move in time on Han, who was shivering at each touch. You used every bit of strength to hold back the orgasm building within.

“This is fucking heaven,” he moaned, lifting Han to his mouth for firm sucks. “I love having pretty boys to play with,” he put you both together to slide his tongue over the heads. “Pretty boys with tight holes and nice cocks.” His tongue flicking each one, he gave them short, quick sucks before switching.

“I could die happy right now,” said Chan, lifting a hand to tweak your nipple. “I'd do this all day if I could,” he said while he kissed your neck. “Just stay in bed fucking your holes and tasting your cum,” he pushed his shaft between your cheeks, and you nearly came from it. “Can I taste your cum, baby? Will you shoot it in my mouth and down my throat for me?”

“Yes,” you said in a shaky breath. “Please…”

“I'd prefer to taste Hannie,” said Changbin, sliding his tongue up his cock, “Would you like that, Hannie-yah?”

“Yes, hyung,” Han cried.

“Can we have as much as we want?”

“Yes, hyung.”

“Every little drop?”

“Yes.”

“Then, let’s see how much we can get out of you two.”

Changbin let Chan take over you again, and he pushed the first inch inside Han. A new flood of pleasure came as Han's body drew you inside naturally. Chan pushed you gently until you filled him, then he held you there for Han to adjust to your size. With whispered encouragement and slow guidance, Chan and Changbin watched your dick carefully slide in and out of Han. You swore his body pulled you inside on its own. Every pull outwards showed his hole clinging to you, while every push was inviting. Changbin lay beside him, he kept stroking and kissing him tenderly. You watched Han fall into a pit of lust, body remaining still as it was overcome with sensations.

“Look how far you stretch him,” Chan whispered, kissing near your ear. “I love watching your big dick stretch our little bottoms out. They turn into such sluts when they’re with you.”

“You can’t turn them into something they already are,” said Changbin, bending down to catch strings of Han’s leaking precum. “Isn’t that right, Han-ah? Aren’t you already a slut?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I’m a slut, hyung,” he sobbed.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he suckled the tip, tasting the clear fluid coming out. He then kissed up your stomach to your nipple. “And you, Ynie?” he sucked on one of them softly, nibbling on it. “Are you a slut too?”

“Yes, hyung,” you moaned.

“And that’s what we love about our cute little Pervert,” Chan said, putting his dick between your ass cheeks. The thick shaft gliding over your entrance caused you to shake. “Go faster, Pervert,” he said, pushing your hips for you, “Fuck him how you like being fucked.”

And you did. Deep, quick thrusts coupled with Chan and Changbin’s teasing brought you both closer to the edge. You couldn’t hold back much longer.

“Leader-nim,” you whined as Han’s ass clenched tightly around you, “I’m going to cum.”

“You are?”

“Yes! I can’t help it. His ass feels so good.”

“I don’t know if I should let you,” he said, putting his tip right to your ass hole. “I haven’t fucked you yet.”

“Then fuck me, please.”

Changbin laughed, “It’s not rocket science, hyung. Your baby boy wants to cum and you want to fuck him.”

“So I should, huh?” Chan chuckled softly. “Where’s your lube, Hannie?”

“Drawer.”

Changbin grabbed it for him, and handed it to Chan. “Lube me up, baby,” Chan removed his shirt and shorts as he laid next to Han on the large bed. “Then you can ride me like a good Pervert.”

Han cried in frustration when you withdrew from him. However, these cries were silenced with Changbin’s soft deep kisses. After coating his length in a thick layer of lubricant, you mounted Chan’s hips and put his head to your hole. Fully sitting on his cock, you stayed there as pleasure pulsed throughout your body. The tip pushing on your g-spot, you could cum just like this, but you held onto your orgasm tightly. Chan’s hands rubbed over your thighs to your waist, where he started urging you to go up and down. You looked down to see him shirtless and breathless. One hand on his chest, you rubbed a nipple while picking up speed. He was so strong and big. Even if you bulked up, he was still stronger than you and you liked that.

“You’re so big, Leader-nim,” you moaned, feeling up and down his chest. “I love it so much.”

“I know, baby,” he said, hand going up to your cock. “Why do you think I work out so much, hm? I want to look good for my sweet boy,” he pulled you down for a deep kiss. “I need to work out if I’m going to keep up with you.”

The both of you shared a laugh before kissing again. It was then you noticed Han also straddling and kissing Changbin. While you kept a steady pace, impatient and dazed Han bounced needily. Changbin did not stop him, instead jerking his bobbing dick in time with it.

“Ride me like that,” Chan instructed, grabbing your ass. “Just let go and enjoy your leader’s dick.”

You sat up again and matched Han’s desperate pace. The two moved in near unison as they fully unleashed themselves. The men underneath them moaned and watched in awe as their respective partners moved. After all this time with Stray Kids, you couldn’t want anyone else. Nobody fucked you the way they did. You thanked God every day you joined their group; that you pushed down your hesitations and decided to give it a shot. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have them in your life. Sex aside, you’d grown so attached and so close, you couldn’t picture yourself in any other group.

“I think YNie’s about to cum,” Chan asked, holding your cheeks open and pushing upwards. “Hm?”

“I think Hannie-yah is too,” said Changbin, still stroking Han. “He always gets louder when he’s close.”

“I’m so close, hyung,” Han panted, eyes closed and mouth open. “I’m so fucking close. Please, let me cum. Please.”

“Me too!” you cried out next, changing your angle and pushing further down on him. “I’ve wanted to cum this whole time, please, Leader-nim. Let us cum. Please.”

“Oh, YNie, you know that’s not the right way to ask,” Chan breathed, mesmerized by your body. “Good boys get what they want when they ask politely.”

“May I please cum, Leader-nim?”

“May I please cum, Changbin-hyung?”

“Only if you put it in my mouth.”

“And mine too.”

Neither of you wasted any time moving up to their chests. Chan and Changbin immediately opened their mouths for you two to fill. Two fingers in your ass, his throat humming around your dick, it didn’t take long for you to explode. It was like two bombs going off at the same time. You and Han gripped the headboard tightly as your orgasms burst in your partners’ mouths. Thick, creamy droplets fell down their throats as they greedily swallowed the loads. Their moans of approval only tickled more out of you. Shuddering as you slowly came down, Chan continued sucking until nothing else came out.

“On your sides,” he said, swiping at your sensitive cock, “We’re cumming inside you two.”

Nothing pleased you more. Laying on your side facing Han, you lifted your leg to Chan’s shoulder to let him thrust deep inside. Your lips found Han’s, and his hand wrapped around your softened dick. Unable to help it, you started stroking him back as Chan pounded into you. The feeling alone made you want to get hard again. Looking down to see Changbin doing the same, you wished he’d be in you too. The need to keep being fucked came on too strongly. You soon felt something warm blossoming in your ass. Chan’s moans turned into breathy whines as he came. Changbin followed right after, causing him to move faster and harder. You and Han moaned in each other’s mouth as their cum spilled into you. It felt so good having a piece of Chan stay there even when he pulled out. Feeling full, you tried keeping whatever didn’t leak out of you.

Then the two switched partners. You all laid in bed, touching and kissing to rebuild up that arousal. Changbin slid through inside, and you immediately noticed the difference in size. He giggled at your wide eyes, hips gently meeting yours in each thrust. Your hands gripped his shoulders, feeling his muscles flexing in each movement. You explored his taut, buff body while he kissed your neck and shoulders. Every time you watched him on the weight machines in the gym came back as his cock buried itself in you. You’d see his muscles grow more defined from being worked on so much, making him appear bigger than he normally did. You’d see it and think about how they looked tensed in his orgasms.

“I love how big you are,” you moaned without thinking. You held onto his biceps, “So…big…”

“It must be nice to get fucked by someone as big as you,” he said, pushing a bit faster. Propped above you, he curled your body upwards and directly hit your prostate.

“N-Not big that way,” you said, eyes falling closed. “Your-Your muscles…”

“You like my muscles, huh?”

Arms and legs went around him when he lifted you off the bed. Out of everyone, Changbin carried you the easiest. He started pushing upwards while standing, balls hitting your ass in every fast thrust. The new position brought on bursts of pleasure each time. It pulled him deeper, and you felt so full. You held onto his shoulders this time, fingers locking in his dark hair as he kept going.

“Like how strong I am, Pervert?” he asked, panting and groaning in your ear. “Hm? It turns you on to be thrown around like a ragdoll?”

“Yes, yes!” you whined, feeling your orgasm approaching in this position. “I love when you manhandle me.”

“Then I guess I’m doing it more.”

Behind you, Han’s moans grew louder with his ass hitting Chan’s hips. You heard the sharp sounds of spanking, each hit pushing Han to his orgasm. Chan’s would be arriving soon; you knew by how low and breathy his moans became. You pictured them both fucking you in the gym together.

Changbin tossed you onto your stomach, arms hooking around yours to keep them in the air. In the tight lock, he stuffed himself back in and went even faster. Your cock, heavy with blood and arousal, suddenly twitched when you came. Strings shot onto the covers underneath you, making droplets that seeped into the cloth. You couldn’t do anything except take Changbin’s thickness in you. Your position couldn’t stop him from cumming inside you. You stayed in place as Changbin used you like a fleshlight, spilling his seed deep inside until he got every drop. Glancing at Chan and Han, you saw them on the corner of the bed. Han bent over, Chan charged into him from behind. Both of them tense, sweat starting gleaming on their skin, you thought of them in your workout fantasy. By the time you finished, you were wishing all three of them would converge on you, tossing you to one another like a game of catch before fucking you.

“Show me,” Chan whispered when he reached you.

You turned your back to him, ass in the air and showed him where a mix of him and Changbin leaked out of you. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he groaned, squeezing both cheeks. “Your ass always looks so good, full of cum.”

“Especially when yours is in there too.”

“Maybe I’ll add a little more later.”

The promise of more had you pulling him to you for a deep kiss. Officially spent, you laid in his arms as the tiredness settled. His strong arms kept you close to his chest while you spooned, making you feel safe in his embrace. The light sensation of his lips on your skin, dotting loving kisses, warmed your insides. Right beside you, Han snuggled into Changbin’s chest, eyes already falling closed as the other whispered in his ear. You heard snippets.

“…You did such a good job. Your owner will be so proud of you when I tell him…We can eat later, Hannie. You should sleep.”

“I adore you,” Chan’s voice filled your ear. “You know that, right?”

“Yes.” You never said a word with such confidence before.

“I’d never really be angry at you about anything, right?”

You grinned, knowing where he was going with it. “Yeah…”

“But, next time I ask you to be somewhere,” he gave your ass a small smack, “You get this tight little ass there, understand?”

“Yes, Leader-nim.”

“Good boy.”

He pecked your temple, then cuddled you to him. You felt his body relax the same time as yours, your bodies almost melting together on the bed.

You rarely ever slept so well.

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A/N: okay, this is purely a result of my ovulation season and Hannie working on his fitness more lately lmao I know it's kind of pwp so nothing really happens except Newbiew getting fucked. Hope you still liked it though <3

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grandline-fics · 9 hours ago

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Immune To Your Charms

DESCRIPTION: Soulmates are incapable of harming the other in any way. Normally that would be a good thing but not when you're meant to be enemies.

WARNINGS: It's Doflamingo so he's his own warning. Don't read if he's not someone you enjoy reading fics about. Slight depictions of injury/death. Some hurt-comfort. Enemies to Lovers. Soulmate! AU

CHARACTERS: Doflamingo

WORDS: 3,984

A/N: April's a rough month for me and I haven't had much creative energy if I'm being honest. Between life, work, and personal stuff writing sadly gets set to the side more than I'd like it to be. I know I have requests and the Valentines Event to finish but I don't want to force those out just to have them done. I want to take my time and post what I'm proud to have written and thank you all for your patience with those. Needed some Doffy to try and get things going again and help me out of my slump. Thank you all for the love and support, hopefully you like this chapter. The next one will be the party. Enjoy ♥️

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DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST | KO-FI

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Doflamingo knew Dressrosa would be in safe hands with those in his family staying behind while he was gone. Long stretches of time away were rare but he always made sure nothing was left to chance in his absence. Counting in the time to get there, attend, and return he would be gone for nearly two weeks so he needed to settle preparations with the kingdom and his many other operations and work needed before departing. His subordinates and servants knew their daily tasks and duties and the higher ranking members were all given a fair share of additional responsibilities, everyone knowing that should anything be lacking on his return, all would suffer the consequences together. Finalising the last of the necessary details, Doflamingo rose from his desk and left the office, walking straight for the dining room. As he neared the room he heard Dellinger speak up. “So what time do you set sail?”

“First thing in the morning.” You looked up at the sound of Doflamingo’s voice answering the question that had been directed at Diamanté. With his usual chuckle and a building grin he added. “So those of you attending, make sure you get a good night’s rest because if you aren’t at the ship in time we’ll leave you behind.”

“Even me?” You asked as he slid into his seat beside you. You tried your best to look as innocently concerned about the prospect of being left behind even though it was because of you Doflamingo had even entertained the notion of attending this ordeal in the first place.

“I’ll drag you out of your bed personally.” Doflamingo answered with a grin when a challenging glint shone in your eyes.

“Hey, hey Doffy!” Trebol spoke up, leaning forward toward his King, getting as close as he possibly could and as always with with no regard for anyone’s personal space. You continued to eat, glad you were on the other side of Doflamingo and safe from Trebol’s overbearing reach. “Why are you going so far away this time?”

“Yes I was curious about that too.” Lao G added. “Is there something special out there? Are you planning something else while you’re away?”

“If something important was being planned it wouldn’t be so spontaneous and more of us would be going too.” Gladius argued, prompting more voices to join the conversation and theorise the reasoning behind this trip away to an event they knew their King tended to avoid as much as possible.

As they spoke amongst themselves you contented yourself to just enjoying your meal while also idly wondering what this event was going to be like. Beside you, Doflamingo had also said nothing to stop or encourage the current conversation, simply letting them be. After a while some became bored of trying to work out Doflamingo’s motivations behind his actions -as they normally did- and drifted into other discussions. Suddenly Baby 5 let out a gasp and she looked to Doflamingo with widened eyes and small blush dusting her cheeks. “D-doffy! Could it be your wedding?!”

Silence fell over the table among the family immediately. Some looked to Baby 5 first in silent fury, her overly romantic mind could be the cause they lose their heads because they get caught in the crossfire of angering their young master with her wistful and disrespectful question. Then again, they were all suddenly hit with the consideration that she may have been onto something. It made more sense than anything else they could have come up with so far. So they all looked to the top of the table where you and Doflamingo sat. Together you both looked at the other and immediately burst into laughter like this was the best joke you’d heard all week. Because that was the only way the both of you would even consider Baby 5’s words. It was ridiculous. At least it was to the two of you, everyone else on the other hand silently regarded you both and began to wonder if the time away was going to lead to any further developments between the two soulmates.

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The Numancia Flamingo was definitely a sight to behold. You hadn’t been entirely sure what you’d been expecting before finally seeing and boarding the ship but when you did it was definitely the only thing you found that would suit Doflamingo. Had you put any thought into imagining the vessel it would have paled in comparison to the real thing. Truthfully it didn’t really matter on looks, it could have been a dingy little tugboat for all you cared because all that mattered now was getting to be on a ship again for the first time in months.

You stood leaning against the railing and let your eyes slide closed as you felt Dressrosa’s summer heat recede back and the cool sea breeze began to pick up and wash over your face. You took a long, relaxed breath and gave a small hum. Opening your eyes you turned around, casually bracing your hands on the railing and watched Doflamingo approach. You said nothing as he came to a stop beside you but you did catch Diamanté, Baby 5, and Gladius standing on the other side of the deck, watching with expressions of varied levels of curiosity. Since this was only day on of the journey you braced yourself for this being the calm, anticipating their behaviour to heighten over the days at sea. “You look peaceful. You miss being out on the water that much?”

“Can you blame me for feeling a little nostalgic?” You asked with a small smile, looking to Doflamingo as he adjusted his position to still lean by the railing but also face you. “The last time I was on a ship was when my unit docked to begin our mission on observing your little enterprise at the warehouse.”

“How long were you stationed there until I showed up?” Doflamingo asked with a grin, the memory of your dazed and pained face lit by the warehouse fire realise he was the one your unit had unknowingly been pursuing flashing in his mind. Even then on the brink of passing out and accepting of your fate you’d been stubbornly defiant.

“Nearly two months.” You explained, your smile lessening slightly. You were used to the routine tedium of keeping a low profile, watching for all activity, obeying the orders given on jobs like those but now that you thought on it and given that it was the last mission you’d ever have you couldn’t help but feel conflicted about it all. You thought fondly of your friends while also missing them but then would be hit with guilt. Did you even deserve to miss them when you were sitting and talking so comfortably with the man who was the reason they were all dead and gone. Quickly you cleared your throat and to distract yourself you added. “Now that I think about it, I suppose I was on a ship after that, right? To get to Dressrosa.”

“We didn’t sail. I carried you back while you were unconscious and used my strings to get back.” At Doflamingo’s words you tilted your head in slight confusion. At the time you’d never questioned how you’d gotten to Dressrosa. For one thing, you were certain you weren’t going to be alive much longer and that you’d woken to Doflamingo demanding to know how he couldn’t hurt you if didn’t give you much time to think about it beyond using logic to fill in the gaps.

“Being away from Dressrosa for so long is a bit of a hassle isn’t it?” You asked, his words now bringing a new thought to you. You couldn’t believe it but you were now beginning to share Trebol's curiosity from the night before. “Why did you pick this event to go to? You get countless invitations. I’m sure there were many a lot closer to home.”

“I don’t know why, this one seemed the most interesting.” Doflamingo shrugged casually, not making a comment on how you’d inadvertently called Dressrosa ‘home’ and also chose to ignore the feeling that it brought him. “Didn’t look at the location until you agreed to go.”

“Still I wouldn't have minded if we went somewhere closer.” You explained before smirking. “They're all the same right?”

“Right but it’ll be interesting to see you navigate this as a guest.”

“I’ll have to be careful though, won't get away with half the stuff I normally do will I?” You grinned playfully. “Also means I have to behave around you too. Guess I should practice my ‘yes King Doffy’s and ‘anything you say, young master’s on the way.” For emphasis you straightened up to give him your best attempt at an exaggerated bow fitting his title.

“As much as I loved that display, you don't need to worry about doing that in front of anyone. Just be yourself. It’s not like they can do anything to you if you annoy them anyway.”

“Not worried I could be a target of those ‘clumsy assassinations’ you told me about?”

“When they see you’re with me they’ll know to leave you alone.” Doflamingo’s voice took on a hard edge, the threat of what would happen clear, not that it needed clarifying further. You saw how furious he was when a mere servant opened a door against your face by accident. The bloodbath and Doflamingo’s ferocity that would come should someone else try to kill you when that was his goal didn’t bear thinking about. Strangely you didn’t feel fear from him when he was like this, you never did. While you wanted to avoid as much unnecessary violence or death as possible, you knew Doflamingo would do as he wished.

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The members of the Doflamingo family on the ship had begun to become more observant when it came to you and their ruler. Most of the time back on Dressrosa you tended to keep to yourself up until recent events took place so there were things they were only noticing or getting to see now. When they had watched Doflamingo approach, you turned without him even making a noise. Whatever it had been you were discussing it seemed relaxed enough but what caught their attention the most had been how close you both stood to each other and how you and Doflamingo looked solely on the other’s face as you talked. Even more interesting was how neither of your called attention or seemed to notice that Doflamingo’s hand was over yours for the conversation and that your finger was curled around one of his.

Now they all sat in the ship’s lounge, relaxing after their dinner. Just as they would back in Dressrosa’s palace, they all settled into their own spots and contented themselves with idle chatter, a drink, and something to occupy them until they eventually would decide to go to bed for the night. Doflamingo took up most of one of the sofas all by himself, stretched out comfortably with a drink in one hand and the other draped over the back of his seat. Lazily he would twitch and arch his finger to move the chess pieces on the board between him and Diamanté who sat opposite him.

You were the last to come into the room, having stopped by your room to grab a book. Entering you were already reading and immediately walked to the sofa Doflamingo was sprawled out on. You wordlessly dropped down onto the seat without checking if any space had been made for you, which to the silent surprise of the rest of the family there had been. The second you’d made your move, Doflamingo remained focused on the game while lounging but had adjusted his leg in time to make room for you to comfortably settle against the cushions and his side. With your back against him, you turned the page, continuing to read while Doflamingo made his next move in his game with Diamanté, neither of you uttering a word to each other. Both of you seemed completely unaware of how effortlessly domestic and cosy it all seemed but it practically slapped the others in the face. Part of them wanted to make a comment, even a light, teasing one but held back, unsure how either of you would take it. With the other members of the family back home depending on them to bring back all the juicy details, they didn’t want to risk ruining things by pointing out the unconscious moments between two of you especially on the first day.

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“Your family have been staring a lot today.” You noted as you climbed into the bed you’d be sharing with Doflamingo for the duration of the trip. It had already been mentioned and while you’d both slept in each other’s presence before, you couldn't help but realise this was the first time it was happening without you being sick or sleep deprived. Still you found no issue in it deep down, it just meant another slight shift in things was happening between you and Doflamingo. “Are they expecting something to happen?”

“Like what?” Doflamingo asked with a chuckle, his family hadn’t exactly been subtle with their observations but even he couldn’t work out what was suddenly so interesting.

“I dunno, they’re your responsibility so you tell me.” You shrugged with a yawn as Doflamingo switched off the light.

“Sometimes they’re a mystery even to me. They’ll get bored and move on to something else, they always do.” Doflamingo explained and you nodded.

Ultimately it didn’t matter what it was that had them acting stranger than normal. Whatever their motivations they were going to continue until what they were waiting for did or didn’t happen. Anything was possible in their imaginations, Baby 5’s ridiculous suggestion that Doflamingo and you were going to marry on this trip was proof of that. As long as they didn’t get too in your face about it, you were happy to just let them continue as they were. Besides you were too tired to give them anymore thought. With another yawn, this one deeper and longer than the last you lay back more and felt yourself fall over to sleep, carried there by the sounds of waves hitting against the side of the ship. It had been so long since you’d fallen asleep to the familiar sound and given your earlier conversation with the man asleep next to you, it was no wonder that your mind conjured the images that it did for your dreams.

It started pleasant enough. You were sat around a table with your unit sharing a meal, talking and laughing without any cares or worries. Then the laughter slowed and an almighty explosion came from the centre of the table, hurtling your body backwards through the air and plunging you into the coldest and darkest waters. You struggled and clawed with all your might to fight your way out of the depths but your limbs felt heavier and heavier with no sign of the surface in sight. Finally hands broke through the surface and hauled you from the water. You slumped onto the floor and took a few steadying breaths.

Lifting your head to thank your saviour you froze with the words lodged in your throat. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of the young cadet that died in the warehouse explosion but it wasn’t as you knew him. Standing before you now was his burning body, the scorched remnants of his uniform melted to his skin and eyes literally ablaze as he looked down at you in fury, with laboured, crackling breaths smoke bled from his parted mouth. “Traitor.” You flinched at the low, agonising voice he now spoke with. “You’re a traitor.”

Numbly you sat cold and horrified, unable to speak. Trembling you could only stare helplessly at the cadet and shake your head. Suddenly he was behind you, charred and burning fingers clawing into your skull and forcing you to look forward. Against the fires of the destroyed warehouse debris you were faced with the bloodied and lifeless bodies of the rest of your unit. You didn’t see what had become of them personally but knew they’d died so in this nightmare, your imagination created the worst visions possible. Then they all spoke together, a chorus of haunting accusations. “Traitor.” “You forgot us.” “Dead because of you.” “Sided with the enemy.” “Our blood is on your hands.” “Your fault.”

Their unseeing eyes blinked and their heads turned your way, their rigid, bloodied hands moving to drag themselves across the space between them and you. While the burning cadet held you firmly in place, the rest of the unit drew closer and closer chanting the chorus of “Your fault” over and over again until they were swarmed on top of you and smothered you.

With a strangled gasp you bolted upright in the bed, kicking and pushing to try and rid the phantoms from your nightmare away from you but still their touch persistently clung to your skin. You jolted when the most determined phantom grabbed your wrists to stop your thrashing. At the sound of Doflamingo’s deep voice saying your name you blinked through your disoriented panic and swallowed the lump in your throat and tried to calm your rapid breathing. Finally you were able to remind yourself that it had all just been an awful dream and that the images weren't real but as rational as you were it all still had a vicelike grip on you.

You were pulled forward and Doflamingo adjusted you to settle on his lap. He wrapped his arm around you and settled his other hand on the back of your head, settling you against his chest. Hearing his strong, steady heartbeat finally helped you to relax. Following his breaths as a guide you began to ease and the small shake in your frame settled. For the longest moment you remained against him, your eyes staring at nothing and only focusing on the warmth of Doflamingo’s body against yours.

With a tired sigh you began to pull out of his hold. Now that you’d calmed from the nightmare you decided to let him get back to sleep. Except you stopped when his grip tightened. Silently Doflamingo lay down and kept you against him. “Aren’t you going to ask?”

“I’m no stranger to nightmares.” Doflamingo told you, his fingers moving against your back in similar motions as you had with him when you proved he needed to relax more. “Only talk about it if you want. Or say nothing at all. It’s your choice.”

“Thanks Doffy.” You murmured, your voice already growing thick and in seconds you were drifting off to sleep in his arms.

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While the nightmare hadn’t been brought up again and even though it didn’t happen again, the consequences of it were evident. For every night that followed, no matter what position you both settled into the two of you would wake fully rested and in each other’s hold; usually with your head on his chest. As always when it came to anything that could be perceived as soft or tender or actions fuelled by emotion, nothing was said about the sleeping arrangements. If anything, you both would merely convince yourselves it was for your own benefit; simply a way to have a peaceful night's rest and nothing more. For you both this was the best way to handle things, to just continue as you both were without looking deeper.

As you sipped at your morning tea you saw the outline of an island slowly come into view, a tiny dot on the horizon. Still far away but now a sign the first stretch of the trip would be over. So far the plan was to attend the party that evening, stay overnight at the host’s lavish estate and set sail in the next day. The time of your departure would depend solely on the hangovers of Doflamingo and the rest of the crew whose tasks involved sailing the ship back home to Dressrosa. You lifted the invitation again and inspected it curiously. There was no real occasion listed so it was an even greater mystery for what you’d be walking into and had no real way to prepare for it all. Still from what Doflamingo had said, it would be a gathering of people similar to him; those holding great power-most not attained morally- some nobility and even a couple royals or rulers of their own islands, others just so insanely rich they may as well have a crown on their head. Adding in the numbers of each guest’s entourage of supporters, bodyguards and fawning dates to make them look good it was most certainly going to be a large affair. Now a thought came to you that you maybe should have asked sooner. “How are you going to introduce me?”

“By your name, obviously.” Doflamingo smirked as he observed you set the invitation down and let out an unimpressed huff. “What other way am I to introduce you?”

“I meant what's my place here?” You asked with a roll of your eyes. “They’re bound to already know the members of your family and will know I’m not one of them. I don’t think you want these people to know you have a soulmate and even if they didn’t believe you to openly call me your soulmate seems…out of character.”

Doflamingo stared at you hard for a few moments. Quickly he moved passed your first remark and settled instead on the discussion of openly calling you his soulmate. You were right, most of the people who would be at this party only had their uses for what Doflamingo could exploit and manipulate out of them for his own profit or entertainment. They had no need for any private and valuable information about the depths of the connection he had with you. Plus a sinister thought crept into his mind; if it was made public knowledge some fool could try and use you to get to him in an attempt to gain the upper hand on him which was something he wouldn’t allow in any capacity. Still you had his mind spinning in another thought. “They don’t need to know you as anything other than my date, just think of it as the same situation when we dealt with our cheating pirate guests only without killing this time. Also, 'out of character’ how?”

“As far as these people know I’m your date, just some random person you’ve brought along to look nice and stop you from getting bored too easily. You don’t strike me as someone who’d remember a one-time date's name passed the next day, let alone call them something as strong as ‘soulmate’ for a pet-name at a party.”

Doflamingo’s laughter built in his chest at your observation. As to the point as your words were, they weren’t spoken to insult or offend him. They were a genuine statement, and a very clear view of him which had its drawbacks. It felt odd to be so seen by someone like this, to be known in this way. You were right, he cared very little for any previous lover or date’s feelings and their names were at best half-remembered the next morning or when he chose to kick them out of his bed when they’d served their purpose. “So what pet-name can I call you?”

“It’s only for tonight, right?” You asked with a casual shrug while lifting the paper to go back to reading it. “I’ve played the pirate’s lover before, remember? Call me whatever you want and I'll play along.” Doflamingo grinned broader and looked out the window at the island in the distance. Tonight was going to be fun.

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pollsnatural · 19 hours ago

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For the people who wanted elaboration (do I need to tag them? idk). Part 1 (there's a lot).

Bedlund - he said it on one of the cons. "And Supernatural, in fact, going there was, it felt like a place where I had to actually, um, learn to be kind of manly. I felt like I had to kind of change my, like, way of speaking for a little bit, just to kind of fit in, oddly enough. Which was weird." (took the quote from this post, it also has a link to the video from the con)

The rest is under the "read more".

Sera Gamble - she had a weird weird relationship with the cast during s7. There was a video (the timestamp - 4:50, if you want to see Misha being upset and awkwardly answering a question about Cas' role in the season - 3:00) from one of the cons from the time where Jensen seems to be genuinely pissed at her for presumably firing Misha. The con took place before s7 airing, and she was asked if Cas would play a major role there. Sera gave a vague answer not to spoil anything ("We love Misha, but we can't say anything blah blah"). Jensen added a snide remark to her answer ("Such an informative answer!" - heavy sarcasm). So. Yeah.

The other thing was the shooting of 7x17. You see, the script was a little different when they started shooting (there was even a promo that had lines from the old vesion from the script). But Jensen, Misha and Rob Singer decided that it was too "unmanly" (Jensen tried to replace the word "gay" with "unmanly"), too ridiculous. They changed the script to be a little less gay (although they still thought the entire scene was too gay, but they couldn't do anything about that bc it was a scene important to the plot). Jensen and Misha even allowed themselves to laugh at the scene at the con showing terrible disrespect towards Sera (I don't remember them laughing at any writer like they laughed at Sera/also before watching the linked videos prepare for horrifying experience). Jensen insinuated that the scene was written that way because it was written by the "girl" (Jensen's quote btw) 😐

The way Misha was treated on set - I shouldn't explain this, right? Everyone knows that (delusional). Well. Where do I start. He was forced to film while being incredibly sick (Jensen had to step in and convince the crew to continue shooting on the next day) [source]. He had an emotional breakdown when he was directing the episode bc Jared and Jensen kept pranking him (they'd torn his version of the script with the director's notes, luckily Misha had a copy) [source from 2:00, and this post about pranking]. He was being harassed to get back on set when his wife was in (long and difficult) labor even though he asked them in advance to give him a few free days for this (and they agreed but seemingly forgot about it). They pressured Misha to convince his wife to agree to the c-section just so he could return to the work [source]. Misha was told "You're not going to be on of those actors, are you?" by Singer when he tried to ask details about his own character [source, but tbf Singer said it to Jensen and Rob as well]. Lots of casual homophobia towards him on set (idk what to link here bc there're too many instances).

Misha's political views when he was younger - it's more based on vibes than evidence. Younger Misha seemed to be more outspoken about his politics. He criticized things he thought were morally wrong even when it could hurt his job (and it did hurt his job). I remember seeing the interview from 2009 where he was like "Yeah, the way they treat women in this show sucks", and everyone else looked uncomfortable af. I can be wrong, but it seems to me that he was leaning left more heavily. Now, he tries to speak more carefully. Tries to avoid controversial political positions. Idk. Young Misha, his early interviews, his diaries from college just seem interesting to me, that's all.

Jared comparing Cas' love confession to his love for his son - probably I phrased it more dramatically than needed. It was the first live con after the lockdown, denvercon, 2021. Jensen got asked a question “When did you know Cas was in love with Dean?”. Jensen said that Dean didn't know until the very end, and then Jared came in with a huge rant how the confession wasn't romantic, how the angels are junkless. At one point he said this:

The post with full transcript and link to the video is here. Jensen's reaction to it is heavily debated. One side thinks that Jensen fully agreed with Jared. The other side thinks that he was doing damage control and was really pissed at Jared. Idk where I stand tbh. Depends on the mood.

*to it)

Edit: Jensen screaming happened during filming of 15x19, not 15x18.

#there're probably lots of mistakes #im sorry

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charaznablespeteevee · 2 days ago

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I've been exploring BL (mostly in Gundam, but a bit outside of it too) for the past year and a half and I have a few thoughts on how I'm feeling. I'm shutting off reblogs because I don't want this to turn into some sort of yaoi vs. yuri BS because that's not the point of the post lol. I just want to talk about my experience as a yuri shipper trying out BL and the bits of culture shock I've experienced.

Firstly, "who tops" is, like, given so much more weight than it ever is in yuri. That's not to say we don't debate it in yuri on occasion, but I've never had a yuri shipper tell me "I can't really have a conversation with you about this ship because you prefer the opposite dynamic" which, well, I HAVE had BL shippers tell me lmao.

The other thing that I've struggled with is that there is a small but definitely present contingent of "I'm a lesbian but I only ship BL because all yuri is Fanservice For Men" shippers, which, for me... is awkward. I was not prepared for Gundam BL shippers to tell me they're avoiding G-Witch because it's For Men. But it happened! I was not expecting it!!

The ship I got into the most was Char/Amuro and I think it's largely because I like the characters and their story together, but also I think it's partially that the Charmuro shippers I've interacted have been a lot less likely to have the hangups I mentioned earlier. Those experiences all came from other ships. Charmuro feels like the only BL ship I've poked at that doesn't expect you to have a background in BL before you get into shipping it if that makes sense? It's almost like the BL ship for non BL shippers. So I fit right in lol.

Anyway ultimately I've been struggling to kind of "get" BL and I'm not sure if it's because I simply prefer yuri and women (very possible) or if there's also a bit of a culture shock thing going on. Maybe a bit of both. TLDR Char and Amuro are women to me

#Pike's Posts

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golddustwomanwins · 1 day ago

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Hey there! I had this thought in my head when I saw the picture (provided below), it really made me think of you for some reason (especially since you are writing say yes to heaven!)

So... it's about Very Conservative Seminarian!Art (training to become a priest) & Liberal Novice!Reader (training to become nun/sister)

... and get this - they actually study at the same Catholic university campus. So even though the Seminarian!Art & Novice!Reader have their own programs, housing, and schedules since they're preparing for their own paths, they're still able to see each other since they're located in the same place. (You can make them like they're childhood friends, and their families are very, very religious (like religious to the point they have pastors, priests, nuns, etc in their families), and they got sent to the university at the same time because her family kinda religiously guilt-tripped her to go. She eagerly told her family she'd go when she found Art was going to the Catholic university, and maybe, she still have a crush on Art.) Well was thinking this as a freaky fic too btw. 😔

IDK IF U WILL FW THIS but... maybe consider 👉👈

Eden

First of all, I wouldn't know what to do without your ideas, they're always top tier. Second of all, I don't know if I like how this turned out but it took me so long that I'm just going to post it. Third--and last--I know nothing about christianity and if I say nothing I mean nothing. Which means some things could be inaccurate, I'm trying my best here.

Ps: I do see everyone’s asks and I will write for all of you it just takes me ages to get to it

Seminarian Art Donaldson x Novice Reader

18 +

Dry magnolia leaves crunched under your soles as you rushed through the courtyard. It was a windy day today, a breeze rustling your long skirt, your hands darting up to keep your coif from bustling off. Your notes were clutched to your chest as you refrained from cursing.

The courtyard was empty, every trainee already in their respective classes. You’d told your mother you had to go multiple times but once she got you on the phone she wouldn’t stop until she squeezed every single piece of information out of you. Usually you enjoyed spending some time talking to her, especially since she went to this same university back in her days.

It was rewarding to hear her talk about the same stony halls she had wandered when she was your age, the classes she took and Sister Marianne, who still ruled with the same iron fist she did back in the nineties.

But today you were already late as you had to help your roommate with some of her tasks and really it was your fault. Blaming your mother was only avoiding taking responsibility.

You rushed along the cobble stones, past the arched pathway and over the little stone bridge, the wind picking up as if to spite you. You stumbled slightly over the hem of your skirt, a relieved sigh escaping your lips as the entrance to the west wing came into view.

You accelerated your steps, frowning slightly when you saw the oak, wooden door was slightly ajar. Usually the novices were careful to keep it closed. Once a raccoon made its way inside the walls of St. Harriet and it had to take Sister Marianne as well as Father Christopher, the lead professor of the joined university for young seminarians, to get the whole family of raccoons outdoors again.

You wondered if you came across the wrong door but no, the same ivy clad walls, golden door handle that you had to jiggle a few times until it gave away and finally let you in.

Read cheeked and out of breath you stepped through the threshold, soft heels clicking slightly.

“Ahh—fuckk,” you flinched as you started to round the corner of the hall, thinking someone needed help. Your rushed steps came to a harsh stop as you barely rounded the corner and came upon two lone figures.

At first you didn’t realize what was happening. A girl on her knees, skirt pillowing her skin from the cold ground, her head bobbing back and forth. A boy was standing in front of her, familiar golden curls falling into his pale face as he leaned his head back against the stone column.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed another moan, eyes closed in ecstasy. His hand found its way into the hair of the novice, guiding her head along and just then you realize what her plump lips had wrapped around, soft gagging sounds dropping from her mouth. Drool was pooling along her lips, spreading down onto his cock and past her chin, drip, drip, dripping onto her neckerchief.

Wetness pooled between your thighs but you were to surprised to notice as you stumbled a step back, gasping. Two heads flew around, but you only could look at one pair of eyes as they burning you straight through your soul.

“Christ,” Art went to tuck himself away, already half across the hall to you but you were faster. You rushed back the way you came, face burning with shame.

You stumbled forward, the wind now at full force as it blew against you, Art rushing onto the courtyard behind you.

“Wait a second!” At the sound of his steps you only ran faster not daring to look behind you as you rushed along. Your heart was beating rapidly, only wanting to get back to the dorms and thankfully they came into view pretty quickly.

Art cursed behind you. “Would you wait a second, damnit.”

You flinched at his words, risking a glance behind you. Art was in his civil clothes, belt still unbuckled, cheeks reddened from the wind or his former activities. Your eyes widened when you realized how close he was and you pushed yourself to go faster. Your heel caught in a raised cobblestone, making you stumble forward.

If it weren’t for Art hastily grabbing your wrist, you would’ve busted open your chin. Before you could protest Art pulled you into the church hall, a few students meddling about, some whispering soft prayers.

“Art—“ you tried to protest but he tugged you along, nudging the curtains of the confessional away before sneaking you inside. He closed the curtains and bathed you both into darkness.

You stumbled into his chest, inhaling sharply as the confessional filled with the scent of him. You blinked, surprised for a moment. You could barely make out Art’s face, only seeing the red splotches on his cheeks, glistening slightly with tears.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I know it was wrong, I’ve been trying to stop I swear.”

“Trying to stop?” You gasped. “You mean it happened more than once?”

Art’s hands came up to grip your shoulders. “You cannot tell anyone about this.”

“Who am I supposed to tell? Your father? And you’re seriously worried about me snitching?” You huffed. “Art, I just watched a girl suck your dick.”

Art flinched and shook his head, choking out a sob. “Don’t—don’t say it like that.”

“How else do you want me to say it?”

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. Never. I know I deserve punishment, I know I’m the worst. Just don’t—“

“Don’t what?” You frowned. “Why are you apologizing to me?”

To be fair it did hurt you seeing Art with another girl. You always thought you knew him inside out. You did know him your whole life.

He was the sole reason you had applied to St. Harriets. Well, partially as well because of your mother and father, wanting you to study what almost everyone in your family had studied. You weren't exactly excited to become a novice but with the sight of Art being at the same university, studying to become a priest you had jumped on the wagon all to quickly.

Priest Donaldson, Art's father, had lived right next door and your family were friends with him. You had spent all of your childhood hiding in the confessionals with Art, giggling and drawing with crayons, begging for ice cream after mass and hanging out in your rooms listening to music while in your teenage years. Art was your best friend.

He understood what it meant to live in a family were religion was the center of the universe. While your family was devoted, a few nuns and priests spread here a there Art's family was the real deal. Not one of his father's family was not a priest or pastor, not one woman was not either a Sister or a devoted housewife, visiting church Monday through Sunday.

Sometimes the both of you would lay in Art's backyard, smushing daisies beneath your backs as you stared into the cloud filled sky.

"Do you sometimes imagine how we would turn out if our families weren't as strict?" Art had asked you that day. It was his sixteenth birthday and he was slowly growing into his teenage features, jaw squaring, shoulders broadening. You didn't know when it happened but there was this new glimmer in his eyes the past weeks when he looked at you. His smile was deeper but more quiet. Instead of showing full teeth he'd only tip one corner of his mouth up and it would make your stomach flip strangely.

He was watching you intently, waiting for your answer. You huffed, cheeks staining red as you looked back up at the clouds.

"I try not to."

"Why not?" Art turned on his side to watch you. You shivered slightly at the attention and swallowed.

"Because it doesn't matter," you turned to look at him. "We grew up in this family and we'll die in it. Our path is destined." He snorted then. "You don't think we could change our path? Decide for ourselves?" You frowned slightly. "Would you want to?”

"Would you want to?" His eyes dipped lower down your face, not answering your question. You knew you wanted to. If your parents weren't as strict you'd be leaving for the next best college studying, literature or art. Something liberating and free. But your parents were your parents and...leaving them also meant leaving Art.

So you shook your head, watched the light dim in Art's eyes. "No," you said. "I want this life." Looking back now you wondered if Art hat questioned his faith back then already. You had only answered that way because you thought it was what he wanted to hear. Art never missed mass, never cursed, never drank or fraternized. He'd never even had a girlfriend, even though most of the girls in town did sent him flirty smiles, hands resting on his biceps for way too long.

You thought if you'd mold yourself into the perfect girl, into a girl Art could fall for, you'd spent the rest of your life with him. How wrong you were. Back in the confessional you looked at Art, the golden crucifix dangling from his neck like a bad omen.

“How often did it happen?” You asked and were caught off guard when Art suddenly sunk to his knees. He gripped your hips desperately, pressing his forehead against your tummy.

“Art, get up.”

He shook his head. “No. No I deserve penance I will do better, I swear.”

“Art,” you tried to pry him off you but he has an iron grip on you.

“I am not mad,” you huffed. “You don’t need to confess to me.”

“But I have to,” Art protested and looked up at you. A ray of sun creeped through the wooden screen and revealed to you the little speck of brown in his blue eyes.

“Let me repent,” he whispered. Your breath hitched when his hands wandered to the hem of your dress.

“Art,” you tried to stop him but he brushed your hands way.

“You’re the only one who can take my sin,” Art said as he slowly lifted the hem of your dress. You helped him holding the various skirts up as he guided you onto the wooden bank.

“You’re the only one powerful enough to ease the pain,” you didn’t know if he was still crying but you couldn’t care less when he pressed a tender kiss to your left knee.

He followed up with the right, before running his teeth over your knee stockings. “Fuck,” he sighed. “I always wondered what you were wearing beneath your skirts.”

You shivered at his words tugging him upwards by his curls. Art looked at you pleadingly, devotion shining in his eyes. “If you want to repent you better get to it before someone really needs the confessionals.”

He nodded eagerly before his hands gripped your plain panties and pulled them to your knees. Without further hesitation he put his hot mouth on your cunt, tongue darting out to taste you.

You both moaned in sync and you quickly slapped your hand onto your mouth to refrain from anyone hearing you. Arts grip was bruising as he guided your hips along, dragging your clit against his straight nose and making you shiver.

“Oh fuck,” you whispered, clutching at his hair desperately as you started to rock your hips. You didn’t know how Art knew but when he pushed two fingers inside your wet cunt, stars burst in front of your eyes.

Was this what he was doing all the time? You always thought he was an uptight, rigorous follower of his father’s rules. How could ever know that he’d be this…perfect?

The wooden bench creaked beneath you as Art moved you along, moaning against your core.

“Taste like Heaven,” he mumbled as he sucked at your clit, wet sounds sounding as his fingers fucked you quickly. “I’ve thought about this my whole life.”

“Art,” you whimpered. Your hips started to hump quicker, Art barely needed to move as you used him to your liking.

When he felt your walls growing tighter and tighter he started to curl his fingers.

“Oh—-oh yes, fuck,” the creaking of the bench grew more insistent, wet sloppy sounds echoing and Arts soft whimpers urging you on.

“You gotta cum for me, baby,” Art. “Please let me make you feel good. It’s the only way I’ll earn forgiveness.”

Without needing to hold back, you burst on his fingers and tongue, head thrown back and thumping against the wooden walls. Art continued fucking you with his fingers until your body was all twitchy and sweat slick.

Art kissed your cunt gently before pulling your underwear back in place and crawling up your body.

His chin and nose was glistening with your cum, pupils blown wide. His hands came up to your cheeks and he leaned in to kiss you softly. This kiss was slow and lazy, all tongue and spit.

You sighed softly, heart strings thrumming at the taste of him.

Your hands wandered over the hard plains of his chest before dipping into his slacks but he caught your wrists quickly.

You looked at him surprised, seeing his cheeks flush.

“I already…” he grimaced, embarrassed and you chuckled pulling him in to peck his lips.

“‘S all right I’ll help you next time,” you promised and Art looked at you like you hung the moon for him.

Your fingers intertwined and you smiled happily at him.

“You forgive me then?” He was looking at you with wide eyes and you quickly realized that he had been serious. He needed your forgiveness to move on and you were selfish enough to use his guilt for your own gain.

Gripping his chin between your fingers your tilted Art’s face the way you liked, just because you could.

“Show me what else you can do and I’ll consider it.”

#my writing #reading #smut #art donaldson #challengers #art donaldson smut #art donalson x reader #art donaldson x reader

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flw3rrr · 2 days ago

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Accepting grief

paring : Joel miller x reader

Summary: In which reader struggles to accept the loss of Joel, letting grief and trauma take over, desperate to find solace.

warnings: Mentions of blood, Angst, drinking to conceal emotions, PTSD, death, No y/n mentioned, Reader accepts the loss and heartbreak at the end, no description of reader (if anything is missed please let me know and i’ll add it💖)

Word count: 2.3k

A/n: It’s been quite some time since i’ve written something, crazy things in life happened so this may be a little rusty. but enjoy (i cried writing this)

Divider by: @cafekitsune

“Joel!” The loud wind from the snowstorm made it impossible to understand what words were being spoken. The distance is barely visible, huddling to yourself trying to keep some warmth inside your body. You left Jackson twenty minutes ago, with the deep urge to go out and find him.

Thoughts of losing Joel makes your heart race. Both having a somewhat normal life now to experience meant everything to you.

Just ahead you see a cabin almost looking abandoned. Carefully sliding off your horse, grabbing your pistol, and quietly walking around for the back door. Noticing fresh footprints and a cracked door puts your guard up even higher than it was.

The sound of grunts and cries allows your feet to move faster. Approaching the door, leaning against it, listening for anything.

“Please dont do this!” ellie begged.

Thoughts ran through, body still as a stone statue. Possible outcomes of how to handle the situation ran through your mind. Taking deep breaths in and gripping your gun, you opened the door, shooting anyone you saw standing up.

Aiming for anybody until you were pushed down onto the floor by a man fighting him, desperately trying to get out of his grip, kicking, wiggling, anything to escape the hold. But by the grace of God, you managed to grab a shard of glass, cutting him right through, pushing him off; his blood was now on you.

After looking at the man who just attacked you, your head turned to Joel… just barely missing the sight of the girl.

His face, his body, barely even there. Blood covered every part of his face. You were stuck, unable to move. Breathshivering, stuck. Until suddenly a loud sound happened, breaking you out of the frozen trance. Noticing the girl right before you fall onto the wooden floor.

Blinking, You turned and saw Ellie, gun raised. Watching her go to Joel, crying for him to get up. He never did, and you feel your own heart break into thousands of pieces. It wasn’t until now that your own body broke down. Falling onto your knees, tears flowing down. Nothing could ever prepare you for this.

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It has been weeks since Joel has been gone. Which means you’ve been without him for longer than you ever have been without him. He’s not there when you wake up, he’s not there when you go to bed, and he’s not even there to visit your dreams.

‘Damn you, Joel.’ You thought. ‘you leave me, but can’t even visit me in my sleep.’

Taking a sip of the drink you held didn’t fully give you what you wanted, but it was enough for now. People’s words of sympathy and advice are all you’ve heard the past few days. You knew they were trying to help, but words never bring people back, so you just thank them and walk on off.

Many people were worried about you, though, taking to the bottle more than usual, avoiding them, and staying home. The only place you had never visited, though, was Joel’s grave. It hurt knowing he lays six feet under, looking the same way he looked on the day of. His scars and wounds still on him.

It sickened you never being able to visit him; you wouldn’t see him, only his stone. That’s why you never left to see him on the day of his funeral; you never showed. Never liking the thought of burials and how their lifeless body stayed there forever. Nobody told you how it was; they knew you didn’t wish to know.

Every topic leading to him you avoided like the plague, but the only person you ever spoke about him with was Ellie. Knowing she was just as hurt as you, allowing her to open up to you if needed. But for others, his name never existed. The fear of talking about him allows flashbacks to appear. swarming back, reliving it once more.

You’ve worn some of his clothes for his smell, but not every day due to the fear of it going away so quickly. But right now it’s eleven pm. You planning to head to the bar for a drink and wash the pain and hopefully get a good sleep tonight later on.

Slipping on your own boots, along with his coat, you begin to make your way to the bar for a drink. The quiet sound of snow crunching beneath your feet along with the wind howling calms you down. Never have felt calm before he passed. Almost like the earth’s way of trying to soothe you and convince you to turn back home. But you never turned back home; you just kept on walking.

Once you had arrived, you took your place at one of the stools. It was quiet aside from the small chatting from the few left behind. It’s what you needed after everything: nobody telling you they were sorry for your loss and that they were there if you needed anything. It was almost as if it was a script given to everybody for them to rehearse just for your own ears.

Memories fled back to old parties taking place, small and soft ones that were held very dearly in your heart. sharing drinks with Joel and teasing him on how he should join the others for a dance, but of course that always ends with him rejecting the idea. But the most special part of that time was when he agreed, but only if it was with you instead.

Thinking about it, that was the best dance you ever had with him. The way his one hand lay around your waist as the other held your hand, never wanting to leave the moment you felt finally safe here in Jackson with him. Wanting to spend the rest of your entire life with him, perhaps your own family, if not, then you’d possibly own a couple of dogs and cats.

Lost in your own thoughts, a tap brought you back to reality, a reality where Joel no longer existed. Looking back, you noticed one of your friends. Not really a close friend but somebody who can relate to your own pain and suffering, Lily. She too had lost somebody she loved dearly, her husband gone for about four years. She’s never said how he passed, saying it was too brutal.

“Hey, how have you been doing lately?” She asked with sincerity in her face. It felt nice knowing she too understood that hearing words of sympathy over and over can be tiring and that wanting to be asked how you were is something you wanted more.

“Not sure, really. It could be better, though.” It was all truth. You weren’t really sure how you were at this moment, but you know it’s not how you normally feel. All the mental pain that clouds over your body drains everything from you, not being able to stand or even eat at times. It kept eating at you. Nothing could help, not even tears. You refused many times to accept that Joel was gone forever.

Lily just looked at you, examining your body and face, reading you like an open book. She knew what it felt like, and she saw that somebody just like her at one time needed help just like she did. Gently she put her hand over yours, her thumb softly stroking your hand, comforting in a way you thought.

“It’s hard, I understand. You refuse to acknowledge that somebody you love deeply is gone forever, and it ruins you for days, weeks, and years.” Each word Lily spoke was filled with honesty, careful to pick the correct wording but still comforting.

Listening to her words was hard to hear, but by some means, you listened.

“If we continue to ignore what pains us, scares us. It ruins our mentality even more than the actual death, and no matter how hard you try to hide from it, it never goes away.” She was right. You tried to hide away from the facts and fear. But deep down, it was nagging at you constantly. Evening affecting your own dreams.

Taking a sip of the drink you held, you then looked at her, eyes watery, drained, and tired. “So how do I fix what pains me? What do I need to take or do so that I may get rest from this?” The desperate need to get help is what you needed the most. That day is the only memory of him that clouds you endlessly.

“It’s not easy, but you have to face whatever bothers you most. Perhaps something he owned or anything. Confronting it slowly helps you fully grasp and understand that it’s alright to move on.” Those words were all you needed to hear to realize what you had to do. Needing to visit his grave and process he’s no longer on this earth.

“How long do you think it would take for me to accept?” The fear of never accepting the loss laid upon you. Hoping if there is an afterlife, you secretly beg the spirits to help you along.

Lily softly smiled at you. “That is up for you to decide when you’re ready to accept him being gone and let it help you continue growing into somebody better than you were before. Who knows? You may accept it after a few hours or even months.” Her words processed in your brain for a moment before you understood. You realized she was giving advice to you that she was never given back then, hoping to make yours go by quicker and easier.

“I understand. Thank you, Lily. I’ll keep your words in mind and maybe try it out.” With one last sincere smile and hug, you left. It was going on at one in the morning, half of the town away and sleeping safely. While walking, you noticed you were right by the cemetery where he lays. Everything was quiet and still aside from the wind, almost as if it was telling you to enter. Perhaps it was a sign to try it out now?

Perhaps with nobody around and just you in the night and the calm cold, it would help you. As if on cue, your body automatically began its way inside the cemetery. You saw nobody aside from headstones and flowers and letters everywhere. It was almost as if everything left you inside, leaving ultimate peacefulness within you. As if you had just passed on as well.

Even though you weren’t there to see him buried, you knew where he was. You walked right up to read his headstone. “Joel Miller.” Standing there in silence, you just observed, taking in the detail of how the wood was carved. Slowly sitting on your knees, your eyes look at the flowers that lay on his spot. From so many people that may never have known him like you did but still felt the pain just as you, Tommy, and Ellie did.

Not knowing what to do, unsure if you should just look or talk, emotions overwhelming your body, tears begin to flowdown. Not a sobbing cry, a quiet and simple one. “Damn it, Joel, why did you have to try to be a hero and save somebody?”

Even though you tried to sound angry, you couldn’t help but crack a smile out of it. He always would try to save somebody he never knew, and that’s why you loved him dearly. “You know I’ve been crazy since you’ve been gone, Joel. I’m not really sure how to act without you by my side every day.” It was the truth, hating waking up every day and not seeing him right by you still asleep.

“You go on and die without me and yet can’t even visit my own dreams. What’s up with that, Joel?” A smile still lays upon your face, the wind blowing more, moving the trees. Perhaps it’s a way of him showing you that he is laughing? Whatever sign it is, you’ll take it. Comfort from him in any form possible is what you need the most right now, and you’ll take this one too.

“Joel, you know I miss you dearly and still love you. You were the only person I’d ever want to grow old with and die with.” Silence. Nothing but your own breathing and the wind could be heard, but it was almost like a blessing. Something you’ve never had for a long time. Peace.

Peace at last laid upon you, and it felt like you were being hugged. Maybe this was a way for Joel to let you know that everything would be alright. Perhaps you finally accepted the truth that he would no longer be with you physically but still with you mentally. Cherishing this moment, you closed your eyes, picturing Joel just as he was before he was taken.

You knew now that it was time to accept him being gone, to let his spirit rest so that you both can go different ways in different universes. Before leaving, you left one of your rings that you wore every day; it was one of his favorites. commenting on how he loved how it looked on you. It was time for you to give him something to take with him on his new journey.

Slowly getting up and turning back and making your way home, you felt cleaner, calmer, and at full peace. Perhaps now Joel can be at peace now that you released your own pain. It was time to start anew and join back with others and maybe guide others who had lost someone they loved.

That night as you got ready for bed, getting all comfortable and situated, you enjoyed the feeling of being able to go to sleep like you did before, with no fear, anger, or sadness. Comfort is all you felt, and as you drifted off, you felt like Joel was right with you. And that night you had a dream with him in a beautiful garden, sunny and calming. That’s when you knew.

You’d finally accepted your own grief.

#joel miller #the last of us #joel miller x reader #the last of us fanfiction #pedro pascal #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #jackson joel #outbreak au #joel the last of us #the last of us joel

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mynameisalanwake · 1 day ago

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play guide: dragon age origins

aka: the order that i do the quests/maps and the canon/practical reasons why i do it this way

putting the steps below the cut so it doesn't swallow everyone's dashs <3

qualifications to make this: - autistic - played origins 4 times - on console so i have to work really hard to avoid bugs

a few things to remember: - talk to EVERYONE! - "camp time" = one or two dialogue trees, only one or two gifts at a time, talk to dog until he stops barking, inventory management, giving materials to army - whenever possible, all side quests for a region are done while i'm there for the storyline quest

your origin (obviously)

ostagar/kocari wilds/the battle - don't forget rigby's cache to give to jetta in redcliffe. most of the kocari wilds quests are pretty codex-reliant but if you walk around the whole map you should get all of them

lothering - sweep the map! don't leave anything behind and sell everything you don't need. be sure to talk to the blackstone irregulars guy.

camp time - levi dryden, bodahn, sandal convos. after this my decisions are 90% just based on my character and 10% practicality

kinloch hold - as a mage warden, starting here makes sense to me, esp since the templar in lothering tells you about the rite of annullment. gets the fade out of the way early and makes ALL options for redcliffe/connor available without having to go back and forth. you can't do any of the side quests during the broken circle main line and if i do it too late i don't feel like going back to finish those. i have a reason to come back later anyway

redcliffe - by this time my cunning is high enough and i'm mentally prepared to protect redcliffe/convince everyone to fight/run around the estate. i usually either sacrifice isolde or save them both, so i'm set up for either option here. don't forget to go back to the village to turn in quests and pick up chanter board stuff. i like doing redcliffe second - if you're playing as magi/dalish/dwarf i suggest doing the region specific to your origin first (sorry cousland and tabris

camp time, do random map marker quests for chanter board

soldier's peak - this DLC isn't particularly hard or long (that's what she said) and i like that it gives me a storage chest/starfang so i do this early on

honnleath - i like having as many companions as possible early on too. by this point you should have Dog, Alistair, Morrigan, Sten, Leli, Wynne, Zevran, and now Shale

camp time, check if you're ready to turn in quests like Mage's Collective stuff (there shouldn't be too many because you just did two DLCs)

orzammar - again, picking up all my companions early on. this is arguably the most side quest heavy area between orzammar proper and underground. if Leli is at 80+ approval, bring her with you to Dust Town

camp time but with a purpose - by now, your approval should (hopefully) be high enough with Sten that you trigger his personal quest. giving Oghren all the alcohol (gifts) you've picked up for him so far should be enough as well. if not, just save these next 3 steps for when you do have high enough approval

kinloch hold - bring Sten & Oghren for their stuff, go to tower to ask Irving if Dagna can study there, do all the leftover side quests (i think there are only 3 and some fetch quests for other stuff)

back to orzammar if needed to give Dagna the news - this is also a good time to run around and do whatever companion quests you've picked up that require backtracking (Sten to Redcliffe, fighting Flemeth) - i like to do Shale's stuff here as well - it hits different after doing the anvil

camp time

brecilian forest - the werewolf ruins are the worst part of DAO for me. curing the halla requires high survival so i save this for closer to the end bc survival is Not one of my priorities. bring Wynne so you can do her quest. the map makes this section the most time consuming bc i definitely run around 3 times before i find what i'm looking for

camp time

denerim - FINALLY! i know i'm lame for saving the sacred ashes for last but i like the ~drama~. do Alistair and Leli's quests. do whatever you can in town and pick up the chanter board/mage collective/blackstone stuff. i try to have denerim as cleared out as possible before i set off to the next map

haven/the temple of sacred ashes - nothing exciting. don't forget about the Zevran gift in the store and yaknow the high dragon

camp time - the closer i get to end game, the more often i go to camp. take care of chantry board map stuff

return to ostagar but if you're a ~secret companion~ type person you might save this for later

redcliffe - wakey wakey arl eamon :)

denerim - turn in whatever you still need to, escape from the palace, gather points for landsmeet, solve problems in alienage (i don't even bother trying the orphanage quest anymore because it has broken literally every single time except for the time ser otto died)

battle of denerim - wahoo you did it!!

by this point, i'm usually so ready to move on to awakening that i don't do anything after the main campaign so assume any and all side quests are turned in prior to the landsmeet

my playtime for DAO on average is 30-40 hours and i would say i get to like 90% completion but there are some quests that ALWAYS bug out like the orphanage and some i will never do like jammer's stash

#dragon age #dragon age origins

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shrimpbat · 18 hours ago

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Nyxa's new friend [story under "keep reading" tab]

It had been exactly a week since Nyxa and her mom were pushed into this new world. She didn't know what was going on at all, and it was all too much for her to process, and she wasn't shy about crying from nervousness about the whole thing. She didn't have a problem with bats or vampires, but she certainly didn't expect to be forced into their living space.

Her mother was currently preparing a food dish of sorts, all with foods a vampire would like. Strange... Nyxa peered over the countertop curiously.

"What're you doing mum?" she asked. Corvenia looked down at her daughter quickly, then back at the food.

"Oh, just something for a friend of mine, love. We're going to visit him and his little daughter today, remember?" she said gently. Nyxa scrunched up her beak. No, she didn't remember.

"...Little daughter?" she asked, a monotonous change in her voice. "Do I gotta go with you...?" she said quietly. Corvenia heard the second comment, took a second, and sighed.

"Nyxa, you'll love her...and her dad. I promise. Mr. Finnegan's a real jolly man and his little baby is the sweetest." Corvenia tried reassuring Nyxa, Nyxa calming her annoyed expression a little but still having a pinch of skepticism. Nyxa stayed silent for another few seconds before asking another anxious question.

"You're not gonna pay more attention to her than me, right?" she asked, crossing her arms with a slight pout. Corvenia stopped wrapping the food platter for a second and looked down at her daughter before picking her up.

"Now, why in the world would I do that?" she asked, Nyxa avoiding eye contact.

"...'Cuz she's a baby." Nyxa said, still pouting. Corvenia always was quick to get gushy over babies, she couldn't help herself. But she was the gushiest over her own.

"Nyxa, sweetie, no one's replacing you. I think you'll love Finnegan's little girl and get along with her just fine, you'll be best friends, I know it. No one's gonna pay attention to one over the other, all right?" Corvenia nudged Nyxa's cheek with her beak. Nyxa looked over and smiled.

"All right, mum." she said, finally kind of convinced. She did internally want a new friend, even if this whole "being shoved into a new land" thing scared her half to death...

••••••••

Corvenia rang the doorbell to the small house of Finnegan Grimm, not waiting too long before he answered the door. Nyxa shifted her feet. Her little heart was racing...she was always nervous around new people.

"Corvenia, old friend!" Finnegan said joyfully. Nyxa got a good look at Finnegan while he gave greetings and small talk to her mom. She had never met him before, but she felt kind of at ease since her mom knew him. His joyous nature definitely also helped.

"...And who's this little lady? Is this Nyxa?" Finnegan said, kneeling down to her height. Nyxa shyly clung to Corvenia's leg, nodding when Finnegan asked his question. Corvenia nudged her more towards him in efforts to make her seem less anxious.

"Well nice to meet you, sweetie!" Finnegan said, offering his finger for her to shake.

"Go on, sweetiebird, say hi to Finnegan." Corvenia said quietly. It took a second, but Finnegan's warm smile helped Nyxa get a little 'hello' out as she finally shook his finger sheepishly with a smile.

"Nyxa was actually wondering, Finnegan, if she could play with Nellie." Corvenia said. Nyxa looked up at Corvenia with confusion as she knew she didn't say that.

"Oh, sure! She'll get along with little Nellie just great! She's been waiting all day for ya!" Finnegan led the two birds inside, Nyxa immediately noticing a small, smiling vampire sitting on a pillow. The little vampire seemed to notice her back, an excited little glow in her facial expression.

"Go on, sweetie. Say hi to Nellie-Bell. I have to help Mr. Finnegan now." Corvenia said, gently nudging Nyxa to go say hi to little Nellie-Bell. Nyxa breathed in nervously, but then went over to Nellie and sat down a small distance from her, awkwardly. She didn't know what to do around babies, let alone a vampire baby. Nellie noticed her, cocking her head curiously.

Nyxa played with her feathers as she fluffed up nervously. Her mind was scrambling on what to say to Nellie. What do babies like? What do vampire babies like? Is she scared of crows? Can she smell my fear or something? This is impossible!

As her mind started to go blank, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Nellie crawling towards her. It startled her for a second since she wasn't expecting a baby to take to her that fast, but then Nellie stuck her tongue out playfully. Nyxa couldn't hold back a laugh, that was cute.

"H-Hi, Nellie." Nyxa managed to get out, smiling at the little vampire. Nellie made a noise in return, of course unable to say full words yet. Nellie then rested her head on Nyxa's leg, still with her tongue out. Nyxa laughed. "Yer really cute." she said, patting Nellie's head.

In the background, Finnegan and Corvenia noticed their daughters having their first interaction. They smiled at each other, having known these two would have an incredible bond together.

#been drawing a lot of little misfit sisters recently haha #nellie bell and friends #nellie bell #nyxa #finnegan #corvenia #shrimpbat ocs #oc #original character #character design #vampire #vampire oc #crow #my oc #story

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strawberryg-cake · 2 days ago

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Tighnari with a chubby girlfriend.

Idk if the foxy guy would have a type but honestly? I find the idea cute so I decided to do it lol.

Can be considered fluff? + A little bit spicy? I think it's just fluff lol... I apologize beforehand for any grammatical mistakes, English is not my first/native language ><. Anyway, enjoy (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠).

❀ Honestly, I don't think he would care that much about physical appearances, since seeing how Tighnari is, the first thing that comes to my mind is: 'no dumb girl is allowed' for this man. so you being chubby doesn't bother him, i think somehow he would like it. are you healthy? yes. do you feel comfortable? yes. then he's fine; your happiness is his happiness too.

❀ Nope, I do not think Tighnari would be the type of boyfriend that would go for physical touch. that's not his love language... at least not in public, because when you two are alone in your room or at his in Gandharva ville, he would definitely use you as his pillow. but can you blame him? you're soooo comfortable and warm. one of his ears would twitch a little once he rests his head on your lap or your belly, and if you send him an inquisitive look, he would immediately say something like, 'what? can I not enjoy the benefits of having you as my girlfriend?' but let's be real, you love to see how comfortable he looks and how his fluffy tail flicks a little when you take care of his hair and ears.

❀ He likes to hug you—again, not in public because that's not Tighnari's thing—but he definitely enjoys hugging you when you two are alone. 'why was that, Nari?' you ask, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck and says, 'I just wanted to.'

❀ He can carry or lift you. okay, I know what you all think: he's thin and bla bla bla, but honestly I don't think he's weak... I mean, he uses a bow, and I just know that he would carry those dumb adventurers who pass out from eating things they shouldn't, so... yeah, I think he would be able to do it. and if you look at him, flustered and surprised, he would say something like, 'Come on, don't be silly. compared to those stupid men I need to carry here, you can be considered a fluffy pillow with attitude.' and then your face would just get as red as a jueyun chili. 'D-did you just call me fluffy?!' he would just smirk. 'With attitude. let's not avoid that part next time.'

❀ He would be obsessed with your thighs... not like he would say it out loud, but he would definitely like them. if you wear thigh socks with a short skirt? he'll stare at them and try not to if you are in public. if you catch him doing it while he's working on his research at night... 'I thought your research was about a new plant species you found yesterday, but now I'm starting to believe it'll be about my thighs for the way you look at them.' his ears would twitch and... congratulations, you made him blush. a little.

❀ If you ever feel uncomfortable or insecure about yourself, you can talk to him. he will reassure you about how beautiful you are, in his own way of course, but he will do it.

❀ also, tell him if any of the forest rangers bother you or make any comment about your body... they will never do it again. actually, they may be scared to even talk to you again, and if you ask why? well... let's just say that being reprimanded by Tighnari is not pretty at all.

❀ He likes your curves. Come on... he's sassy and sarcastic and a standout nerd when it comes to the botany field, but he's a guy. and guys notice those things. of course, he will notice your curves, and he'll definitely like them. how does a simple piece of cloth look so good on someone? he doesn't know. he only knows he likes how it looks on you—how anything looks on you. and if you wear one of his baggy shirts and shorts? be prepared, because he'll keep you with him until he stops finding you too attractive to let go (spoiler: he never does).

You were trying to take one of the small bottles of medicine your boyfriend had recently made, but why did he have to put them on such a high shelf?! Even standing on the tips of your toes, you still weren't able to get it. What you didn't know was that he had been observing you for the last few minutes—probably because you were too focused on your battle with the shelf and trying to get the medicine by yourself. Tighnari had been watching your struggle with something between delight and amusement.

He didn't know what was more attractive in his eyes: your stubbornness to try to get it by yourself with no help, or you almost getting upset with yourself for not being able to grab the stupid bottle.

"Alright, that's enough," a well-known voice said, and you shifted right where you were. '?!—'

And even before you could say something, a pair of hands lifted you up, high enough to reach the medicine... but it was like your brain stopped working right there, and the only thing you were able to process was how easily he picked you up. The heat in your cheeks made you look at him with a mix of shyness and embarrassment. Of course, your boyfriend noticed this, and being as sassy as usual, Tighnari just gave you a little smile and then...

'Hurry up before I become the reason you lose even more time here.'

Forget about the shyness—it was replaced by flustered panic. Shaking your head with a dumb smile adorning your lips, you took the medicine.

'Put me down, big lummox.'

'Stealing my lines already?' he teased, and you just giggled.

'I'm a fast learner; that's why you like me, after all, right?'

You were right, and you knew it—and he knew it too. He was just about to correct you with it only being one of the several reasons why he liked you, but he decided to let you win this time.

After some teasing and kissing, both of you returned with the medicine.

#genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin x reader #anime #tighnari #tighnari x reader #tighnari fluff #tighnari x you #genshin headcanons #genshin oneshots

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random-thot-generator · 1 day ago

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Love Thy Frenemy + Ch. 13

THIRTEEN: THE SIMPLE TRUTH

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY X FEM READER

Summary: Perspective is everything. Time for Simon's POV.

Tags/Warnings: profanity, angst, gaslighting and manipulation, obsessive/possessive behavior, allusions to stalking

(Notes: consider this my act of contrition for the last two chapters of heartbreaking angst. 🙏🙂‍↕️)

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

"It wasn't only wickedness and scheming that made people unhappy, it was confusion and misunderstanding; above all, it was the failure to grasp the simple truth that other people are as real as you.”

― Ian McEwan, Atonement

It's rare that Simon Riley is ever caught off guard.

He prides himself on being prepared for any situation. Always thinking three steps ahead, always has a backup plan. Yet he finds himself completely unprepared for the visitor that turns up on his doorstep that morning.

He's already up and moving at the sound of the door chimes, then starts cursing under his breath when he hears you unlock the door. He's told you a thousand times to let him answer it when you weren't expecting company, that it's not safe to open the door to strangers, but you never lis—

"Hey. Simon around?"

Simon freezes in shock when he hears her voice utter his name. Even as he tells himself it can't be her, that primal, animalistic part of his brain has already stirred awake, sensing potential danger.

There's a stunned pause of silence before he hears you reply, "Excuse me?"

You sound wary, confused... Upset? Why would you be upset? You don't know that's his name.

Do you?

Easing closer to the sitting room doorway, Simon peers around the corner, and his worst fear is confirmed. It's Peach, the last person he ever expected or wanted to see again.

Bloody fuckin' hell...

She's standing just outside the front door, towering over you, with an imperious expression on her face. She's trying to intimidate you, but you're standing your ground, blocking her way inside.

Peach smirks, tossing her long, black braid over her shoulder. "Simon Riley. Big, grouchy blond guy, about the size of a tank. Ring any bells?"

Simon grits his teeth, seething. She shouldn't even be here, shouldn't know where he lives. She sure as fuck shouldn't be the one giving you his bloody name, dammit! This is bad, her turning up like this. She's tracked him down for some reason, and it doesn't bode well for him or you.

He sees you tense up at her condescending tone and knows that doesn't bode well, either. "And you are...?" you bite back.

This encounter is about to go south, quick. You're not about to take any guff, but Peach is conniving and, worse, she's dangerous. As much as he wants to avoid her, he has to intervene.

"Peach," he murmurs, drawing her attention away from you. His stomach churns, his breakfast threatening to come back up.

Her smile goes wide as she removes her shades and hangs them on the neckline of her tank top. "Long time, no see, Ghost man."

Simon inwardly cringes. Peach doesn't know Simon Riley. She only knows Ghost, the skull-faced demon of the SAS. She's here looking for that man. She wants to reunite with the hard-nosed lieutenant who took her under his wing and taught her the skills to become a trained killer. She's looking for her mentor, her hero.

Her creator.

"Bloody hell," he breathes, stepping forward.

You shuffle out of the way, looking between them, but startle when Peach suddenly throws herself at him. He doesn't expect it, either, swaying with the impact as she collides with him. His first instinct is to push her off—she makes his skin crawl, but he can feel the desperation in her clutching embrace, can now see the madness teeming in her eyes. He goes very still, not taking his eyes or hands off of her.

Peach laughs, the sound shrill and manic, tightening her limbs around him like a constricting python. "Did ya miss me?"

Yeah, like a fuckin' toothache, his mind snarls, but he holds his tongue. Petty insults won't gain him anything. He needs to find out what she's doing there and how she found him.

Simon feigns amusement at her deranged behavior and sets her down, holding her at arm's length. He pretends he's chuffed to see her to keep her calm, get her talking. "Whad'ya doin' in the UK? Heard ya cycled out an' turned civvie."

She shrugs then nods. "I did. I work in private security now; I get paid to babysit a Hollywood starlet. Had to fly over for some movie premier she's starring in, so decided to give Soap a call. Had to laugh when he told me where you had moved." She wrinkles her nose, points her finger, looking sly and crafty. "But don't get pissed and beat the shit out of him for tellin' me. He knew you'd want to see me."

That's a crock o' bullshit. Johnny knows how Simon feels about her; he's made no secret of it. She's managed to dupe the big eejit, somehow, probably stole his intel straight from Johnny's cell phone.

Simon shakes his head and grunts. "Still shoulda kept his gob shut," he mutters, but he keeps his anger on a tight leash. He can't afford to set Peach off, not with you standing so close.

But, dammit, he's pissed. He'd warned Johnny about her when he learned the sergeant was still in contact with her. He'll be having a few words with Johnny once this cock-up has been dealt with.

Simon becomes aware of you watching them, and his gut drops. From the corner of his eye, he can see that you're struggling, trying and failing to hide your hurt and confusion. Yet he doesn't even look in your direction. He can't; he won't. It's too dangerous.

It galvanizes him, thinking about what Peach might do to you if she realizes he has feelings for you. He has to protect you, even if it means breaking your heart in the process. He won't risk Peach going into a jealous rage and attacking you. Christ, he needs to get you away from her, somehow.

Then, you present him with a golden opportunity, as if you had just read his mind.

"Um, sorry to interrupt, but I've got to get to work."

Peach turns her attention to you, and Simon can feel his hackles rise. There's a sadistic gleam in her eye, her grin saccharin sweet.

"Is this the live-in housekeeper Soap was tellin' me about?" She grabs your hand, and Simon flinches, his heart racing. "Deedee, right? Don't mind me and Si. We go way back." Her expression turns sly, her grin wicked. "We used to sleep together, didn't we, big guy?"

You blanch at her words, and Simon wants to throttle her. First, she's calling you his bloody housekeeper and next she's insinuating that load of bollocks? But, truly, it shouldn't surprise him. This is classic Peach.

She's loves playing her fucking head games, which is what she's doing now with the both of you. She's fishing for reactions to suss out your relationship, throwing her half-truths out like bait, waiting for a bite.

Yeah, he slept with her—for warmth in freezing safe houses, from exhaustion during long transports, but it was never sexual. The conniving bitch is making her play with a false claim, daring him to deny it, because it will confirm her suspicions, that he cares about you and what you think of him.

"Fuckin' hell, Peach," he growls, pretending to be only mildly annoyed, but he doesn't call her out on her bullshit nor does he look your way to gauge your reaction. He keeps his focus on her and pretends indifference.

"What?" she giggles, staring him dead in the eye, still prodding, still testing him. "We did sleep together. And I still miss my big teddy bear keepin' me warm at night," she coos at him, pushing him, but he doesn't break, doesn't react.

Getting nothing from him, she sets her sights back on you again, and Simon's gut tightens. Peach laughs at your stunned expression, no doubt savoring the moment.

"We actually used to work together," she tells you. "Believe it or not, this big lug here trained me to be a pretty decent sniper." She nudges him and grins, and Simon's hand twitches with the urge to choke her out. "When we weren't cuddling under the blankets, that is."

She's toying with you. He's convinced her there's no feelings for you on his end, so she's rubbing your nose in it now. She's like a mean girl torturing a wallflower with her crush. She's as petty and cruel as she ever was.

"Oh... I see," you murmur softly, and the defeat in your tone makes him want to howl in fury at his own impotence.

He can barely look at you, guilt consuming him. "Gotta go up an' shut down my PC, then I'll take ya t'work."

You glance up at him, and the betrayal burning in your eyes nearly brings Simon to his knees. He waffles for a split second, but he knows Peach is watching, observing every little tic and muscle twitch, looking for the slightest change in nuance of his expression. So, he does the only thing he can do, he gives you back a blank stare and turns away.

Then Peach says something that makes his scalp prickle in warning.

"No worries, big guy. Let me take her. My rental's right out front." The way she looks at you, Simon knows she's not done playing with you yet. She wants to see you squirm. "Your work's not far, is it?"

You look so bloody helpless, caught in her snare as you shake your head. "No. I work at the pub by the green. The White Dog."

"Yeah, saw it on my way in." Peach whacks Simon's arm, and he bites back a growl. "Hell, I'll be there and back before you even get your boots on, stud." She throws her arm around your shoulders, and he fights the urge to rip it off. "C'mon, cutie. Grab your shit and let's go."

Simon tries to act unaffected, that he simply doesn't want to put her out. "No, wait. I'll take—"

"Ah, stow it, big guy. We're already out the door," she calls over her shoulder, hustling you outside, eager to get you alone.

His only solace is knowing that, for now, she won't harm you. She'll pump you for intel, rub more of her verbal salt in your wounded ego, then she'll let you go. You're no threat to her, you see, you're just a plaything, a punching bag.

He sees you glance back at him as he watches from the open doorway. He scowls, frustrated, but doesn't stop Peach when she herds you into her rental. It kills to watch you leave with her.

But it's the look of disappointment on your face that breaks him.

>>>>>>>>>>

Pushing down the urge to follow you, Simon takes advantage of the few free minutes he has before Peach returns and starts making phone calls. He'll need help dealing with her if he wants to avoid bloodshed.

His first call is to Price. The Captain knows Peach and what she's capable of. He knows Simon's history with her, firsthand.

Peach had been assigned to Ghost for stealth and sniper training when the 141 was still working with Shadows. She was excited, eager to work with the mysterious Ghost. She called him a legend, told him she had idolized him since first hearing about his exploits from the other Shadow operatives.

Even then, she knew how to stroke an ego.

While training, Peach was allowed to assist on a few missions with the 141. She got to witness what Ghost could do when things went sideways. She saw what he was capable of when backed into a corner and fighting for his life.

And she'd loved it. Reveled in it. Worshipped him for it.

Her devotion to him turned fanatical. No one spoke ill of Ghost in her presence, otherwise they found themselves pinned against a wall with a knife at their throat or flat on their back with her boot on their neck. Reprimands didn't phase her, since Graves always let her slide. She was too much of an asset to his team.

Peach became infatuated with Ghost, was always looking for ways to please and impress him. That is what ultimately led to her downfall. She became reckless on missions, ignoring directives on the battlefield, taking unnecessary risks. It not only caused disruption during the mission, it also endangered herself and her team.

Laswell was the first to bring it up during evaluations, but it was Price who strongly suggested to Graves that Peach be re-assigned. Ghost was too much of a distraction for her, she became too volitale when they worked together. It was best to separate them, was Price's advice. Laswell backed him up.

Of course, Graves didn't like that idea much, not after all the time, money and effort he'd spent on her training, but even he couldn't deny that Peach had become a loose cannon, a liability. All three of them agreed, she had to go.

Peach soon found herself re-assigned to another team back in the States. Ghost avoided her until she was shipped out, and Price made sure she was never brought in to work with the 141 again.

Ghost cut off all contact. He thought by removing himself from the equation that it would end her obsession with him. He came to realize that they were bad for each other, fed the other's darkness, and Peach had become addicted to that, to him.

He told her as much during their one and only phone conversation that she had instigated, stressing that they would be better off apart—permanently. Then he'd encouraged her to seek out professional help and rang off.

Ghost assumed that would be the end of it, but he should have known better. Peach might have been forced to retreat, but she was never the type to surrender.

>>>>>>>>>>

Peach is ebullient when she returns. Thank God Ollie had already confirmed that you had reached work safely or Simon would have assumed the worst.

Ollie was none too pleased with the state you were in, though. With little time to explain, Simon simply asked that he keep an eye on you and not interfere. Ollie made a disgruntled noise and agreed, but demanded a sitrep ASAP.

For now, Simon has a part to play. He has to keep Peach occupied until Price can come through with more intel and a plan to safely neutralize her without harming her. It's obvious the lass is broken and in need of professional help, and Simon is not so cold-hearted that he can't empathize. He's been there himself, after all.

However, Simon won't hesitate to snap her neck, shared history or not, if Peach makes any sort of threat to physically harm you. His empathy only goes so far, and Peach is already testing his patience.

The woman won't keep her hands off of him. She's constantly in his space, in his face, running her spidery hands all over him while chattering on with her insane nonsense. She told him that she fancies them as soulmates—twin flames or some such bollocks.

She's already tried several times to get in his pants, but that's where Simon has to draw the line. He's not crawling into bed with her, no matter what her delusions have led her to believe. That part of him, she can not have. That belonged to you—or it would belong to you as soon as he could make it happen. He's done mucking about. As soon as this is over, he's staking his claim. Your his, he's yours, and that's all there is to it.

Peach is determined though. She wants to solidify their imagined bond, and he can see she's getting frustrated with his avoidance. If he continues to reject her advances, things could get ugly.

Price advised him to go along with her delusions to keep her calm, but no way in hell is he fucking her. So Simon sets out to distract her with a different form of intimate contact: sparring.

They fight in the back garden under the sweltering August sun until they're both drenched in sweat and panting for breath. Peach is exhausted but grinning, having enjoyed the close contact. She follows him back inside, docile as a lamb, when he calls for a water break.

It's too bloody hot in the house, even with all the fans going. Simon chugs down his water in three big gulps, then goes back for another.

"Dunno how you Brits live without A/C," Peach fusses, leaning into one of the fans. "We should grab a shower then go get something to eat. Preferably in an air conditioned restaurant. Whad'ya say, big guy? My treat," she cajoles.

Simon jumps at the idea. Getting her out in a public setting would keep her in check, at least. Actually, the longer they stay out and about, the better. An idea pops into his head.

"We could go tuh Blackheath. Plenty uh restaurants there. Plenty o' shops, too," he adds, casting his lure. He knows Peach is a shopoholic. The bird could spend an entire day in a shopping mall.

Her eyes lit up with glee. "Ooh, that could be fun." Her smirk turns salacious. "Do ya know if there's a lingerie shop? You could help me pick out something special to wear for you tonight," she purrs.

Simon tries to appear intrigued, but it's a struggle. Thank Christ for his face mask. "Uh... yeah, there's a few shops that sell it. We could check 'em out after we eat."

"Excellent idea," she drawls. A sly look comes over her face before she can mask it with an innocent expression. "You should probably call Deedee, let her know our plans, in case we're late gettin' back. You still pick her up every day after work, right?"

Her words make Simon's insides curdle. Peach wouldn't know that unless she'd been watching them, keeping tabs on their movements, their routines. That means she's been planning this supposed impromptu visit of hers for awhile.

Christ, how long has she been watching us?

"Yeah," he croaks, his gut twisting. "Guess I should call 'er."

Simon's not sure if he can keep this charade up if he has to talk to you. He slumps down on one of bar chairs at the kitchen island and makes the call, his body wound up tighter than a piano wire as he waits for you to answer.

Peach sidles up beside him as he listens to your voicemail recording start. She gives him a wicked grin as she starts pawing at him, fucking with him. Batting her hands away, he hears the beep prompting him to leave his message.

Holding the phone away, he growls, "Get off me, ya muppet. 'M try'na leave Dee a message."

Peach giggles, a mean little twist on her lips. "Tell her I wore ya out this morning, so I'm takin' ya out to feed ya. Gotta rebuild your strength for round two later."

Yeah. Keep dreamin', ya crazy bitch, Simon thinks, huffing a laugh. "Shuddup..." he scoffs, shifting away from her, then presses the phone closer to his ear.

"Oi, Dee. 'Me an' Peach 'r goin' out f'lunch in Blackheath. She's wantin' t'check out some uh the shops, too, so we'll prob'ly be there all bloody afternoon. Should be back in time tuh pick ya up after work, though."

He glances up to see Peach staring at him, looking miffed. 'Play along... Keep her calm...' Price's voice echoes in his mind. Simon grits his teeth, then adds, "Oh, an' Peach is gonna spend the night. Thought I'd warn ya. Later."

He ends the call, a sick feeling souring his stomach.

But Peach? Hell, she's bloody ecstatic.

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