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babyjakes · 3 months
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you all over me.
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event | kinkmas 2023
prompt | double penetration
pairing | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader
warnings | dark ddlg dynamic (soft!dark!daddies of captive!little!reader.) dub/non-con. size kink. reader is held down and fucked. stretching. loss of anal virginity. unprotected double penetration (vaginal and anal.) mentions of anal training/stretching/fingering. clit rubbing. crying kink. praise and encouragement. mocking/humiliation. forced orgasm (with implied previous forced orgasms.) overstimulation. they come in her. little bit of aftercare.
word count | 1,386
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an | this is written in the same au as clear blue water, with captive!reader and her soft!dark!daddies.
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Tears poured down your damp cheeks as your face was tucked into the warm crook of Steve's neck. Arms reaching up weakly, you almost wanted to cling to the safety of his broad form as he lay beneath you, heavy breaths harmonizing with your own.
But that wouldn't do for your daddies- not for either of them. "Come on, babydoll. Where's that pretty face," the blonde crooned as his hips thrust upward over and over, rocking your own. His hands were on your waist, Ari's just above them as both the men worked to keep you upright and in place, their massive lengths pounding into you with steady rhythm.
They had been fucking you like this for what felt like hours, but the sensations of fullness and overstimulation you were experiencing were still just as overwhelming and horrible as when they had first pushed into you. Steve had gone first, both of the men knowing you would tolerate his part better. They were a bit concerned when you were in tears from the vaginal penetration alone, but as usual, they wouldn't be discouraged. As difficult as it was, and as pitiful as you were to watch as you were held down and split open, Ari was eventually able to work himself into you as well.
As they kept their four strong hands on you, working you up and down over their throbbing cocks like nothing more than a fleshlight with a pulse, you honestly couldn't tell which forceful insertion felt worse. It was all blurring together, the world nothing more than a streaky haze through your steady tears. The men shared a sympathetic glance with each other before Steve refocused his attention back on you. "Poor girl," he murmured lowly, bringing a hand up to brush away your tears with his thumb. "Know it's so hard, little one. So hard to take both your daddies' cocks at the same time, isn't it?"
"So full, aren't you, baby?" Ari nodded in agreement, his oversized member stretching your poor little bottom to its absolute limit. Despite the generous amount of lube they'd used and the time they'd spent patiently coaxing your tiny hole open with their greedy fingers, nothing could ease the horrible burning feeling that bloomed through your lower half as you were taken in the ass for the very first time.
"Look so pretty like this, all stretched out stuffed full of us," Steve groaned, his cock twitching so hard within your aching walls that you could feel it, your poor tummy spasming in response. To the man lying comfortably on his back, there had never been a sight quite as beautiful as this: watching from the front as your tiny holes were so helplessly violated, large hands holding you in place and giving you no choice but to sit there and take it, your perky tits bobbing perfectly as your figure was worked at a steady, punishing pace.
And though he couldn't see your chest as well, or the pretty little faces you were making as your body was used and abused so sinfully, Ari's view from behind you wasn't anything to turn his nose up at, either. He loved the way your back arched up as their dicks kept you angled forward towards Steve, your adorable ass bouncing in rhythm as his cock tore into your throbbing, achy hole. He could easily keep you going with just his hands alone; with both him and Steve being so much larger and stronger than you, it wasn't difficult for either one of them to overpower you and allow the other to make better use of a second pair of hands.
Which is just what Steve did as his partner held you up and in place, giving him the signal of a nod. "Go ahead, Stevie. Let's give some attention to that pretty little clit of hers," Ari suggested. Steve spit on his thumb, bringing the other hand down to pull back its protective hood as he smeared the clear wetness all over your poor little bundle of nerves. Your body jerked harshly at the stimulation, but you couldn't do anything to stop them or squirm away; you were completely helpless, having no choice but to let the blonde rub your exposed little nub in quick, harsh circles.
"Please, p-please... n-no!" you choked through your tears as your whole body began to shake with sobs.
"C'mon doll, doesn't that feel good? Know you like it when we pull back the hood and rub you right there, right on your cute little button," Steve frowned and faked worry at your cries, though he and Ari both knew perfectly well the way their actions and words were tormenting you.
"That's right," Ari mused from behind you as he kept your trembling body moving across their stiff lengths, "our pretty girl loves having her sweet little clit rubbed. Makes her come so hard, doesn't it Stevie? Poor baby can't help it when her daddies play with her clit, but it sure is cute to watch her try and fight it."
"So cute," Steve hummed in agreement, watching intently as your breaths began staggering, your little feet kicking weakly as your knees shook and struggled on either side of him. "Oh? Looks like she's getting close here," the blonde sang as he continued his skillful work over your slick, sticky nub. "Can feel her little pussy fluttering- what do you think, babydoll? You gonna be a good girl and come for your daddies?"
Watching as your buildup continued, Ari and Steve shared a knowing nod, both increasing the speed of their respective roles as their cocks pumped more vigorously inside you. This is the moment they had been waiting for; of course they were hoping to come as you did. A few orgasms had been forced from your trembling form earlier as you were held down by one and stretched out on the other's fingers, but this was meant to be the grand finale, the climax you would all share, whether you were willing or not.
"Can feel her squeezing us- she's getting close," Ari grunted as their dicks clapped lewdly into your dripping holes. "That's it, sweetheart. Come on, almost there..."
Your resistance was a losing game. As much as you fought and defied them each time, a sense of helplessness was never absent from within you; you knew you'd be forced to come. And with both of them thrusting into you at an almost immeasurable speed, and Steve's torturous hands working your clit the way he knew best, there was nothing for you to do but let them have their way with you. Eyes squeezing shut as your tummy tightened, your little toes curled as your orgasm was ripped from your faltering grasp. You came long and hard, Steve and Ari's triumphant words of praise merely echoes as heat and shocks of ecstasy overcame your exhausted body.
Warmth burst in your core as you were pumped full of both the men's come, Ari's fingers digging in almost painfully around your waist as their cocks swelled and sputtered within you. When you were finally coming down from your impressively long high, you let out a soft, broken cry as Steve finally eased your body down to rest limply against his front. "Shhh," you could hear him humming soothingly, someone's hand rubbing your back as you sniffled and sobbed into your captor's chest. "Easy pulling out of her," he was murmuring to Ari as the world seemed to slow around you.
"You're okay, baby. You were so good for us," the brunette was praising you softly from behind as he shifted a bit inside you, trying to measure how careful he needed to be as he and his partner now shifted their focus towards damage control.
"Don't cry, little one. Daddy's here, Daddy's got you," Steve kissed the top of your head as he cooed at you, his broad arms cradling you lovingly as you clung to him. You were desperate for any comfort and tenderness you could get at this point, even if it was straight from the hands of your abusers. This is usually how you wound up at the end of the day, a weeping mess in your daddies' arms, and they wouldn't have it any other way.
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eunuchve · 2 months
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tags: dacryphillia, implied overstimulation, overprotective neuvi, mdni. a.n: *sighs* god fuck im deffo down bad for this man. pairings: neuvillette x fem!reader.
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Neuvillette hates seeing you cry, whose heart aches when tears fall from your eyes, even if it's only caused by a dramatic scene in an opera or a heartfelt song performed; who protects you from all harm, keeping you safe from all danger.
BUT
Neuvillette loves it when you cry while he grinds his cock to your cunt, licking his lips in satisfaction as he holds your thigh open. Whose smirk grew wider when your pathetic mewls escaped from your reddened lips; How he can feel his cock(s) twitch in delight inside of you while you writhe underneath him, trying desperately to get out of his grasp as he drove you to another orgasm.
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jeanvanjer · 1 year
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Moon Dong-eun, who wanted to study architecture until those bastards took away her future, being the one who destroys each and every one of their homes is poetic fucking justice.
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dyaz-stories · 3 months
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how long will I slide? || Eun Hyuk x Reader
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word count: 1.4k
warnings & tags: angst, big spoilers for s1 of sweet home, that should be it?
A/N: Written for day one of @neohumanmonster's fandom event, Turning a New Leaf. Prompt: The Other Side. He's the one I had an idea for for that theme, but I actually haven't watched s1 of Sweet Home in a couple of years, so I hope this feels in character for Eun Hyuk, and that it's not too incoherent for the setting of s1!
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Eun Hyuk has eyes everywhere in the Green House apartment building — as much as he possibly can, at least. He’s used to studying efficiently,to taking as much information from a page as possible in a single glance. He’d never thought his abilities would be used in that way. That he’d end up sitting in front of footage coming from surveillance cameras, making sure not to let anything go unnoticed, because that would be the best way for him to be helpful to the people around him.
Oh, he doesn’t just do that. He’s taken up most of the tasks that require organization, wouldn’t trust others with it, if he’s being honest, but this is where he spends the bulk of his days. In front of a screen. Staring. His books forgotten and gathering dust in a corner of the room.
He doesn’t get distracted. If his eyes linger when you appear in front of ones of the cameras, it’s just because you’ve been vocal about thinking that other solutions were needed, and he doesn’t want you to endanger everyone by trying to put one of them in action. That’s all there is to it. He doesn’t have time for anything else anyway.
So when one of his screens flickers, he notices immediately. His mind starts running through the possibilities as he leans toward it, all of them bad. Any kind of system failure would be disastrous. Loss of electricity would be close to a death sentence. A camera being destroyed could mean that the monsters are getting better at finding them, smarter, which would mean they’re evolving.
And the last possibility, that he’s having a hallucination because his monsterization symptoms are progressing…
Well, he coldly evaluates, it would depend. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad, if the residents could evacuate before he loses control completely.
When the screen lights back on, and he’s met with his own eerily smiling face and eyes gone completely black, he’s almost relieved.
Good, he thinks. I’ll be able to help as long as the cameras work.
“Will you?” his other self asks as it spreads to the other screens like a virus, voice coming out like a screech through the speakers. “Are you sure you’re helping them?”
He supposes it shouldn’t surprise him that the monster knows how to get under his skin, and yet he sits straighter at the question.
“Of course I am. Without me—”
“Maybe if they’d run when they wanted to, most of them would be safe right now,” the monster says, admitting out loud a fear that’s been eating at Eun Hyuk since the very start of this forced confinement. “Maybe you’re killing them by making them stay here. And really…” It laughs, high-pitched and maniacal. “Using that kid when you’d never have the guts to step out there by yourself?”
“I would,” Eun Hyuk protests, even if he’s aware that there is no actual argument happening here. “But I’m not the same kind of infected person as him. And I’m doing my part here. It’s not like…”
“Like you’re sending a kid out to be tortured only so he can be ostracized here? Sure looks like it.”
“It’s not,” Eun Hyuk repeats, weaker this time.
The monster opens its mouth to speak once more, when there is a soft knock on the door.
“Eun Hyuk?”
It’s you, and the monster’s face lights up as Eun Hyuk’s heart rate picks up.
Out of fear, surely. He doesn’t want you to know about his issues.
“Well how about that?” The monster practically purrs. “The thing you won’t let yourself have. Won’t even admit how badly you want—”
Eun Hyuk’s not really thinking when he picks up one of his notebooks to throw it at the screen. It bounces without any effect, of course, and the monsters starts laughing once more, until that’s all Eun Hyuk can hear, while it gets louder and louder and louder and—
The door opens behind him.
“You weren’t answering—”
“Don’t—”
You freeze in the entrance.
“Don’t what?”
He knows before turning around. Of course he does. Rational, human him is deeply aware that there is no way for you to see the things that his mind is creating.
“…come in before I tell you it’s okay,” he finishes with an even voice. “If you see something you shouldn’t, I don’t want to have to deal with everyone else’s panic.”
You click your tongue at him, and he immediately hates himself for saying it. He doesn’t even mean it. You clearly have everyone’s best interests at heart, even if you believe in a very different way of handling people than he does.
“Well, I just noticed you hadn’t eaten your share yesterday,” you say, and it stings that your tone is biting, particularly when he knows how soft-spoken you can be with others. “I was bringing you something to eat.”
“You should let someone else—”
“You can’t let yourself go weak,” you reply, pushing the food in his hands and folding your arms over your chest. “You know how much people rely on you here. We may not see eye to eye, but the last thing they need is to start worrying about you and thinking you’re not able to lead them anymore.” There’s a second of silence before you add, almost as if you can’t help yourself “Also, you know I already think these rations are too small. You really shouldn’t go a day without eating at least that.”
 He glances down at what you brought. True, it’s meager, and yet he feels a smile forming as he looks at it, at the acknowledgement that you were worried about him, even if you didn’t phrase it that way.
“Thank you,” he says.
And just like that, you soften. There’s part of him that finds it ridiculous, how you’ve given him a million second chances, how he’s let you down every time, and how you keep affording them to him still. The other one is so, so infinitely thankful for your kindness.
“Are you okay?” you ask.
He sighs.
“As okay as I can be,” he answers, pushing his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose. “I don’t think anyone is doing good.”
You nod gravely, then brush your hands over your jeans.
“Alright. Well then, I’ll leave you to—”
His hand shoots out to grab your wrist before he can hold it back and before you get too far away. You turn around to look at him, surprised and a little confused.
“Can you— would you mind eating with me?”
He could justify himself. Tell you he doesn’t like eating alone, even if he’s been doing it since his parents died, tell you he needs another set of eyes on the screen while he’s eating, tell you he needs to talk to you about one of the residents. He doesn’t, though. You read him a little too well, could probably tell that he’s lying. And he hopes that, with that big heart of yours, you’ll just…
“Sure,” you answer.
You grab a chair, pull it so you can sit facing him. As you sit down, your knees brush against his. The gesture feels surprisingly comfortable, in a way that he hopes doesn’t bring too much color to his cheeks.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“It gets lonely in here,” he answers, which technically isn’t a lie.
There’s a wrinkle on your forehead as you study him, one that forms whenever you’re concerned.
He’s more used to seeing the one between your eyebrows directed at him, the one that’s there when you’re annoyed.
“You can always ask me to keep you company,” you say, and his heart skips a beat. He’s sure you didn’t mean it like that, tries to pretend that it’s the monster that stirs his mind in that direction, but he knows, deep down, that that’s not the truth. That he’s actually desperate to know that someone like you could see value in someone like him.
But the truth is, if anything, you see value in everyone but him.
It doesn’t matter that you’re looking at him with these eyes, that you’re sitting with him, that you brought him food. You’re kind. You’d do that for just anyone.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he tells you flatly once he’s gotten himself back under control. “Thank you for doing that.” Then, after a moment, “Anything I should know about what’s going on out there?”
You start answering, soft voice describing all sorts of meaningless details that you’ve noticed and apparently care about. Eun Hyuk keeps his back to the cameras. He still sees, from the corner of his eye, the monster taunting him. But as long as you’re here, so real, so soft, so human, he knows he can resist its pull.
Too bad he doesn’t know how long you’ll stick around for him.
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first time writing for eun hyuk and it was quite interesting to do! also i think i need to try my hand at writing him before s3 comes out lol. i hope you enjoyed it! reblogs and comments are strongly appreciated and keep me motivated and writing :)
more writing for sweet home
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love-toxin · 1 month
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"i support women's wrongs" yeah but do you support whatever the fuck eun-ji has going on in all of us are dead?
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eunchancorner · 2 months
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SO uhm
Initially this was going to be a blurb. Then I got hooked on writing out the story and suddenly wanted to pull in a third party and the dialogue started doing whatever it wanted so uhm
Long story short I'm starting to remember why writing is so fun
“W-wait, Leon, c’mon, y-you’re not really mad, right?” Ethan stammered out, backing away from his admittedly much scarier boyfriend. He’d had the idea of spooking Leon with a quick tase to his sides, but had unfortunately forgotten to account for the cup of soda in his hands.
The soda that was now all over the front of Leon’s shirt.
“You made me make a mess of myself! And now…” Leon took a second to think, before a smirk crossed his face as he thought of a punishment that’s proven to work at least for a while at their house.
“Now I’m gonna turn you into a mess!”
Suddenly Ethan was on his back, squealing as Leon’s fingers dug into his sides, sending sparks of ticklish energy shooting through his body. Of course this was what he resorted to. Ethan should have known this was coming for a long time. In fact, he sort of got the feeling that Leon wasn’t just tickling him over the soda.
Or at least, he did until his brain was flooded with ‘ITTICKLESITTICKLESNOBADBUTYESGOOD??’ as Leon’s fingers climbed his ribs, his touch becoming lighter and lighter the higher he went, planning each move carefully, slowly turning Ethan’s brain to mush with a smirk.
“Leheheon plehehehease! Ihi’m sohohohorry!” he managed between laughs, squeaking and almost folding as he suddenly received a poke to his belly, which turned into Leon scribbling all over it, leaving his ribs tingling and the anticipation of Leon going after his worse spot left unchecked.
“Aww, you didn’t think I was gonna kill ya that fast did you? I said I was going to turn you into a mess, and I know how easily anticipation does that for you. You need your tickles to be quick and easy for you to keep any sort of brain function. And that usually leads to revenge. But if I’m gonna turn you into a mess the right way, I’m gonna need your brain to basically melt.”
“H-hohow do youhu knohohow ahall thihihis?!” Ethan questioned as Leon’s fingers began to drift to his sides again.
“Dude, please, we’ve been friends since high school. You think I wouldn’t have picked up on all this by now?” Leon answered, still smirking as though he felt like the smartest man in the world for figuring out what kind of tickles made his boyfriend tick. “But, do you wanna know something else?”
“Whahahahat?”
“A little birdie told me tickle games get to you really bad~”
I’m going to fucking kill Liv, Ethan thought, his giggles calming as Leon retracted his hands and began to think.
“What game should we play, Ethan? The claw game? Maybe we could play rib piano? Or arms up? I know how much you love that one~” Leon listed the games off, watching Ethan’s face get redder and redder as he mentioned each game. Still, Ethan could never resist the urge to be a little shit.
“Aha… ahas much as you love tummy raspberries?”
Apparently that was the wrong thing to say as he saw a blush cross Leon’s face before he narrowed his eyes and simply said “Arms up.”
“Ahaw shit…” Ethan mumbled as he slowly raised his arms, knowing he was in for it now. He squeaked softly as he felt Leon’s gentle fingers slowly touch down and begin to trace gentle patterns along his wrists, moving at an agonizingly slow pace down his forearms. Ethan fought a losing battle against a wobbly smile spreading like his own blush across his face, gripping onto a table leg that was just above him, causing it to scoot forward with a small, sudden scraping noise.
“Aww, what’s wrong? Can’t get through without something to help?” Leon cooed as he traced little swirls around Ethan’s inner elbows, watching in amusement as the goth struggled to hold back his giggles. “C’mon, Ethan, no cheating.~”
“Pff- i-it’s nohot- snrk- not cheating!” he squeaked out in response.
“Not not cheating? Wouldn’t that mean it is cheating? I dunno, double negatives are stupid… either way, it sounds to me like you are cheating! And you know what happens to cheaters, don’t you?~” he warned, his gentle fingers slowly traveling down Ethan’s arms and towards his underarms.
“N-nohoho, nonono, L-Leheon, wait!” he squeaked out before yelping as Leon suddenly moved to his sides, just above where his belt held his shirt tightly to his waist.
“God, dude, why do you wear these things so high? I can’t get to your hips like this!”
“Doho NOHOT tahake my behelts ohohoff!” Ethan warned with a light shove.
“I’m not, I’m not, but that can’t be comfortable, I’m just saying. They’re covering half of your sides! I might just have to tickle you again after you change out of this, just so I can do what I really wanted!”
“Gohod you’re soho mehehean!”
“Oh I’M mean? Mister Tickles Everyone Every Chance He Gets is calling ME mean? You could just admit you can’t handle the teasing, you don’t have to make shit up just to look big.”
“Nohow lohohook whoho’s beheing a hypohocrihihite!”
Leon didn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes told Ethan he’d sassed him for the last time. Before he knew it, there was suddenly an unbearably gentle tracing just between his ribs and underarms, making his arms snap down in response as an embarrassingly high squeal ripped from his throat, his giggles skipping straight to hysterics, filled with squeals and shrieks every couple of seconds as Leon went a little too fast for his brain to keep up with properly.
“Ohp, looks like you lost, guess I’ll just have to keep tickling here~” Leon purred, holding back an amused laugh as Ethan struggled to string sounds into words and words into sentences, knowing his brain was filled with nothing but fireworks of energy, listening to his boots stomping loudly onto the floor behind him. Something he failed to notice, much to Ethan’s embarrassment, was the sound of a door shutting behind him.
“What the hell is all the noise…?” he heard a tired voice, Liv’s, behind him and turned to look at her, not slowing his tickles in the slightest.
“I’m tickling Ethan to death,” he answered simply.
“Ah… What happened to your shirt?”
“This little fucker happened. Why did you think I was tickling him?”
“Because he makes you look like a big puppy almost daily?”
“... Listen, don’t make me come after you next!” he warned with a blush, prompting Liv to raise her hands in surrender.
“Ohokay, okay, whatever you say, big man.” She came over to the two and knelt down beside Ethan. “God, him being such a big, scary tickler all the time can make ya forget how cute of a lee he is. I mean, look at him, his face matches his shirt at this point! What have you been doing to the poor guy, Leon?”
“KIHIHIHILLING MEHEHEHEHE!!” Ethan somehow managed through his laughter, squealing as Leon softly drummed over his tiny death spot the best he could beneath his arms.
“Teaching him a lesson about being a brat and a hypocrite. Can you believe he had the audacity to call me mean AND try to tease his way out of this? He caused this himself,” Leon corrected. “Anyway, I think now he’s just mad he lost the Arms Up game so I’m just gonna keep doing this until he apologizes.”
“Ah, so that’s what woke me up…”
“Why were you asleep at 3:30 in the afternoon, ya weirdo?”
“Oh, fuck off, it’s not my fault Streber’s tummy is comfortable. I wanted to hang out, eventually we ended up snuggling, my head was on his tummy, and you know how fucken soft he is so you also probably know what came next.”
“Ah, yeah, I get it. Did he do that thing, too, where he like, messes with your hair?”
“He did, it was so nice! He said it helps him focus but I honestly just think he knows we like it at this point. Does he ever do that to you, Ethan?” She turned to the goth, who was still pinned under (and getting the absolute shit tickled out of him by) his boyfriend, who only responded by shakily flipping her off, still finding speaking difficult between his hysterics, prompting a quiet laugh from the redhead.
“You gonna let him up anytime soon? I think he’s dying,” she asked Leon, who rolled his eyes but let up anyway, stretching his arms as Ethan slowly calmed down.
“Yeahhh, I think he’s enough of a mess. Got anything smart to say now, Eth?”
“Aheheh… awashb… yuhu… grrehehe…” he mumbled out, not making one bit of sense to himself, much less either of them.
“Oho god you got him speaking a whole other language,” Liv giggled at Ethan’s state.
“Is that even a language? I don’t even understand what he’s trying to say!” Leon pointed out, scooping up the giggly goth in his arms.
“Gibberish is a language… sorta,” she tried to argue. “It’s sorta communication.”
Leon rolled his eyes as he chuckled softly.
“Well last time I checked, Ethan’s first language was English-”
“I thought it was Spanish?”
“No, no, he’s just really fluent in Spanish, that doesn’t make it his first language.”
“Ohhh, I always thought he spoke it so well because it was his first. I could never, honestly.”
“Yeah, I know, right? It’s actually really fucken impressive. Anyway, since English is his first language and he can’t even speak that properly, I think my work is almost done here.”
“Almost?”
“You think I’m just gonna tickle my boyfriend and not cuddle with him afterwards? Do I look like a monster to you?”
“Depends on the kinda monster. Tickle monster? Yeah, very much so, actually.”
“Pft- ok, fair. C’mon, the cuddle window is closing, and if he’s not in a fluff coma soon, he’s not gonna be the only one asked why he was being so loud. Wanna watch a movie?” he asked as he carried Ethan to the couch, followed closely by Liv, who nodded enthusiastically.
“Yeah yeah yeah! Let’s watch Pirates Of The Caribbean again!” she suggested, Leon rolling his eyes.
“You recommend that like, every time, why do I even ask anymore?” he teased, grabbing the remote and putting the movie on.
“The illusion of choice, my friend!”
Leon shook his head, chuckling quietly as he held Ethan close, the taller’s head resting on his shoulder, snuggled as close as he could be.In the few thoughts that were coherent in Ethan’s head, one of them was definitely, Worth it.
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verademialove · 5 months
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“You don't have to try so hard to be impressive. Continuing to live is already a great feat.”
Twinkling Watermelon (2023)
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otakusumo · 3 months
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Being Breed By Bunny And Cat 🔞🎄🐰😺
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Top Sub/Dom Fake Bunny Ear's Jin, Sub/Dom Fake Cat Eun Woo Ear's x Bottom Dom Male Reader Unprotected Sex, Creampei, Threesome, Double Penetration, Role Playing, Bunny Tail Butt Plug, Cat Tail Butt Plug, Nipple Play, Role Playing, Nipple Sucking, Rough Sex, Dirty Talking, Hickey, Cum Eating, Blowjob, Breeding, Multiple Rounds, Hickey, Belly Bulge, Sex Toy, Smut, Angst, Fluff, Cum & Spit As A Lube, (We're A Condom)
It's story we're y/n's live in earth 019 that have no religions and people live happily , we're y/n is a manager in a huge company do hi all he can, while your both boyfriend's are both share holders in big company's now you are tired, from his work in hi's computer in 8 hours a day or more if their problem and projects that are need to discuss, but it's being replaced by your boyfriend's cooking and smiles when you open the door but they noticed your two boyfriend's named Cha Eun Woo and Seokjin that are tired and exhausted to your work that they have planned a special gift to you in a special occasion, before one is preparing your bath while other is preparing massage oil to massage you after you all eat. Now you being massage by Cha Eun Woo and asking why are being down you said their are mean elite at your work that makes you angry and annoyed every day, and he asking why you said because i am graduate to a not good college that why a low life like me have a good job, even more when he know my gender that he even joke's that if he talk to you or touch you he can get sick and have aids. Even if he just seeing you he can have them that sends Cha Eun Woo angry, being angry for to persons that can joke for a disease like that and humiliated persons that lower than to him. Seriously who's that how can a person and hurt you even joke a disease like that, you take deep breath before you said come closer before you kiss him, "don't be a angry about that bitch she is just jealous because I have two handsome boyfriend's, i didn't even said that both of you are CEOs of your own company's makes him ever more jealous of me". Said y/n to he's boyfriend before he counties "besides i know that bitch in the company i working for because of her family's connection's only, not from her hard work and besides i ignore him even all the workers just ignore him because she just pathetic", that sends Cha Eun Woo relief if "it's okay y/n, but if she do anything to you even touch any strand's of your hair, wish him that i don't see him because I make her life a living hell" said Eunwoo and Jin in their angry tone on their voice.
That you laughing about seeing his reaction before hi laughs too, after that you Jin and Cha Eun Woo sleeping naked in one of their house property while their cock it's in their boyfriend hole. After that y/n and he's boyfriend's is taking their clothes and have a wonderful breakfast, and you now that y/n's leaves for few days because of overseas project that he working for, he doesn't know that gets a a gift for he's boyfriend's because they know that he needs a rest because of long project and rude and dismissive colleague, but it's sexual gift that he's get after he arrived at home. After a long work in a project in other country, he finally meets he's lovely boyfriend's but being shoked what he seeing, he's boyfriend's is wearing a cat and bunny ear while wearing animal butt plugs, also they cummed already being bored of waiting their boyfriend y/n's arrival "we sorry master, if we can't wait you so please punished us master~" Eun Woo and Jin said in lust in their voice, that sends y/n's smirk before he locks the door, "why my boyfriend's is so needy, that u cum with out my permission~" y/n's spoke before putting love mark's on their thick thighs, and lick the cum that are being left from their orgasm, before sucking Eunwoo cock and wanking Jin's cock, that's sends them moaning, "fuck! sorry if your boyfriend's is so needy, please punish us master~" said Jin to he's boyfriend y/n, while he's friend Eunwoo is moaning from pleasure that he getting from their boyfriend's hot mouth. That sends y/n's smirk that he's boyfriend's is a moaning from pleasure that they getting from you, before y/n's agreed before he spoke "well i will enjoy the pleasure of punishing you, my naughty boyfriend's" said y/n to he's boyfriend's Eunwoo and Jin, while he licking the tip of Eunwoo's cock while your other boyfriend Jin is moaning cause you wanking he's cock, before you removed your hand that wanking Jin's cock, before slowly put some mix precum of Eunwoo and Jin's cum and precum.
And put to your tight hole so that you can't feel pain, when you're punishing your boyfriend's with your tight pink hole, punishing them that they're pleasuring them selves without you, after a while you put the tip of Eunwoo's cock to your tight caverns, sending him moaning from pleasure that he getting cause he's a naughty cat, after that he grabs your butt to put he's cock inside of you, so fucking needy of tight pink hole, after all it's almost a half of month, they didn't cum and wank their cock. So that they fucking needy to their boyfriend hole, after all their cum is only you consumed with your mouth and your hole, feeling it or they will be punished by you, but it's just only a role play game that you three doing, just like now that they're roleplaying as they're Sub/Dom Bunny Fake Ear's and Cat Fake Ear's, also wearing a cat and bunny butt plugs, of course they are both Dom and Top in your relationship, even having sex with them. But sometimes they like to become sub and like to being punished by you, while they're just enjoying the punishment that they're getting now, but they're now Dom and Eunwoo is the one that enjoying your man pussy first, while he's friend Jin is waiting he's turn to filled your hole with he's cum and baby batter, while Eunwoo forgets that he's a Sub/Top not a Dom/Top, just he's mind is only is being occupied to filled it by he's baby batter nonstop, that's just he's mind is occupied by that. While Jin ask you kiss him cause he's being forgotten and neglected by both of you, cause he wants to join the fun time that you having with Eunwoo, cause he forgets that he's a Sub Top not a Dom Top, that penetrating your hole nonstop, now Jin see's your pinkish nipples so just a few seconds he sucking your nipples, sending you moaning more from pleasure that you're getting by your boyfriend's. After a few moments Eunwoo's wanking your cock while he still penetrating your prostate non-stop, but he's doing rough more, that cause of bulge to your stomach, signaling that Eunwoo is ready to cum deep inside you, sending Jin happy that finally he got a turn to fucked and filled your hole, with he's cock and also he's own cum, after a few more thrust Eunwoo your fake cat ear boyfriend finally filled your caverns with he's hot cum, after that you're confused that he doesn't removed he's cock inside of you. Cause they both like to have Double Penetration, and ohh boy that is finished when you're all done from a long sex session with your boyfriend's, and they're have not enough of your hole, that it's already night again when you're woken up.
After that y/n's awake's from he's long sleep and see's he's handsome boyfriend's, naked and being stuffed their cock in your hole, seeing their face like a angel sleeping innocently that sends you smile, Jin and Eunwoo noticed that someone looking at them that slightly open one of their eye's, seeing who is it that's sends them in cloud9 seeing that y/n looking them in he's brightest smile he ever had, why are you smiling y/n said Eunwoo while Jin just looking a smirk in he's face, that y/n noticed it that sends you blush from their looks that said Ahmm nothing, you said before clearing your throat because to not notice you are blushing, but Jin noticed it that before he grabs your face for sloppy kiss before gives you naughty and smirk look. Before he grabs your waist that give you shocked both of you both Eunwoo, that Eunwoo agreed to fucked you together that field the room of moans from fucking you and filled your nonstop with their baby batter. After that just ignored Jin and Eunwoo because of your back is still feel pain, that both of your boyfriend is sad even you all eating that like can feels their boyfriend's hole and he's back pain. That's sends y/n to ignoring he's boyfriend's for a few months, Jin Ang Eunwoo know's that did wrong that they forget that they tortured their boyfriend's hole again, even it's already being filled by their cum and baby batter already, but luckily they being forgiven by their boyfriend, after they give him a vacation to a huge island, but it's their 5th try when it's being worked, after all who's like being penetrated again even your hole is still sore with sex session last night.
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neo-zone · 4 months
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The way this thumbnail single-handedly convince me to watch Sweet Home 2 on the first place
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I'm not immune to twisted homoerotic tension
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flightlogmcu · 1 year
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Welp *cracks neck* *opens up google docs* Time to give the girlies what they deserved
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meritamiau · 29 days
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so eun and i were brainstorming and
i mean she told me idea and i popped off she just created a monster
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babyjakes · 3 months
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help me hold onto you.
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event | kinkmas 2023
prompt | sex pollen
pairing | steve rogers x avenger!reader
warnings | sex pollen (reader was exposed to some sort of chemical agent that induced a persistent state of hyperarousal.) medical elements (reader is staying in the medbay.) crying (not related to the sexual interactions.) stevie is soooo soft :')). dialogue is soft and sweet, gentle praise and encouragement included. fingering. tummy rubs bc they make me soft. she comes quick! intense, prolonged orgasm. the beginnings of aftercare.
word count | 1,356
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"Hey, hey- okay. I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here. Just tell me what you need."
Steve's brow was raised in gentle concern as he stood over your hospital bed. Dr. Banner had set you up in a secluded room at the end of the medbay, wanting to give you as much privacy as possible given the nature of your condition. It was still all a bit baffling to Steve; Bruce had shared any information he had available on the mysterious chemical you'd been exposed to out on your mission to a foreign bioweaponry facility, but most of it had gone in one of the supersoldier's ears and out the other. "Persistent heightened state of arousal" was the only phrase he was able to cling to, which still didn't feel like much to go off of.
As he stood there at your bedside, though, those words were all of a sudden making a lot more sense. You were a pitiful sight, really- curled up on your side with your knees hugged up to your chest. Your whole body was shaking, something that tore at your teammate's heart as he came to better terms with the severity of the state you were in. Overcome with obvious discomfort, all you could do was lie there and rub your sore knees together uselessly. Your hands reached out for him needily; in an instant, he was lowering himself down to sit beside you, leaning over you attentively as his face filled with concern.
"Oh doll," he hummed, reaching out to brush back your hair with a steady hand. Your forehead was drenched in sweat, your big eyes looking up at him pleadingly. As another wave of unbearable heat rolled over you, tears were building in your eyes. "How can I help, sweet girl?" Steve was pressing, "Is there anything I can do?"
In a moment of total weakness, you reached out for him again. This was completely abnormal behavior for you. Being the youngest and newest to the team, you were always intentional about maintaining an image of responsibility and restraint. But as Steve sat there at your side, his steel blue eyes looking over you so thoughtfully as he gently offered you his hands, your hijacked mind was fixating on him faster than you could realize what was happening.
"P-please," the weakness of your small voice broke Steve's heart. He nodded encouragingly, wanting to do anything he could to ease your suffering.
"What is it, honey? Hmm? What do you need?" he asked soothingly.
More tears built in your eyes as you failed to generate a verbal response. Instead, all you could do was continue to writhe pathetically. Steve's brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of your movements. "Does something hurt?" You whimpered feebly at his question, shaking your head. "No, then what is it, sweetheart? Can you tell me, or- or show me?"
Desperation drove your every move as you shifted slightly onto your back, your knees falling apart as you brought a shaking hand down to motion over your hospital gown toward where the sensations were accumulating. If Steve was surprised or offended by your admission, he didn't let it show. Instead, he simply nodded, speaking with an understanding tone, "It's bothering you there, darlin'? Do you want me to take a look?"
Your wide, pleading eyes were enough to answer his question. Pausing, he took a moment to consider the best way to proceed. After a quick glance back at the door to the hallway, seeing that the coast was seemingly clear, he gently brought his hands over to lift up the thin fabric of the gown, pulling it back to expose the area you had pointed to. Steve couldn't help but gasp softly as he saw the ramifications for the first time; any doubts he could've had about the compound's strength or effects were immediately shot down as he faced the living, breathing evidence.
"Oh honey," he crooned worriedly, leaning his head down a bit to get a better look. Your pussy was so puffy it almost looked painful. Your clit was swollen to about three times its normal size, pulsating visibly in unison with your heavy heartbeat. Bruce had placed a wide gauze pad beneath you, and it wasn't hard to see why; with the constant state of arousal your body was trapped in, you were amassing an impressive amount of self-lubricant. Face drawn in disbelief and honest fascination, Steve struggled to find words to console you. "Sweetie, what can I do? Let me help you," his voice was swelling with concern. Swallowing hard, his gaze returned up to your face. "Can I-... would it help if I-... you know...?" The sweetest hint of pink rose up in his cheeks.
You were unsure of what would happen if he tried, but with the way your stomach was lurching and spasming in excitement at the mere thought, both you and Steve knew it would be senseless to not at least give it a try. Sensing your mild confliction, the supersoldier took a moment to brush back your hair again as his soothing voice filled the air, "It's alright, doll. Let me take care of you. S'just me, just Stevie. I'll be gentle, I promise."
As he spoke, he gently drew his hand down to begin rubbing at your inner thigh. Letting out a squeak of surprise, your heart jumped at the way his touch immediately sent sparks shooting up through your tangled nerves. "Easy," he hummed lowly, pushing on you carefully to encourage you to open up your legs a little further. Once you were nice and spread out for him, he took another deep breath. "Okay darlin'. Just keep breathing for me," he seemed to be trying to calm his own nerves as much as he was yours.
With the lightest amount of pressure he could manage, Steve carefully brought his pointer and middle middle fingers to sink slightly into your pool of arousal. They didn't linger long, as they then slowly dragged up your wetness to smear over your enlarged clit. The moment he came in contact with your poor button, your world was set ablaze. You had never felt such unbearable heat in your life; it was as if every atom within your core was being blasted into smithereens, an incredible amount of energy and pressure building up inside of you as a result.
"Easy, easy- shhhh," Steve was doing his best to talk you through it, watching as your hands scrambled to grip the sheets below you, your hips rocking in shameless desperation.
"Mm.... mmhh... hhh..." you struggled through incoherent whines. The man brought his free hand over to rub your tummy gently, trying to give you any sense of comfort and safety he could as he continued working the pads of his fingers in careful, steady circles.
It only took a few more moments of the simple stimulation to send an orgasm ripping through you with unimaginable force; as Steve saw your climax hit, his eyes widened, but he was intent on carrying you through it. Needy cunt spasming around nothing, your clit jerked and jolted beneath his tender traces. Your eyes were rolling back in your head, your whole body at the mercy of the waves of pleasure crashing over you.
And you kept coming, and coming, and coming- trapped in the grips of your orgasm for what must have been minutes compared to the fleeting moments you were usually granted. "Good, let it out," Steve was murmuring softly, watching as all your pent-up frustration was slowly pulled from your seizing body.
When you were finally winding down, breathless and slumped against the flimsy mattress beneath you, he was careful to pull his hands away with the utmost care to avoid causing you any further discomfort or unwanted stimulation. As he stood momentarily to find something to wipe his hands with, you let out a shaky whimper. "No, no, I'm here," he quickly returned to your side, retaking his place next to you on the cot. "I'm right here, doll. You're okay. Here, let me clean you up a bit, honey."
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theinfinitedivides · 7 months
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Gil Chae 🤝🏼 Ryang Eum fed up to the high heavens with Jang Hyun never saying exactly what he f*cking means with them
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arendaes · 6 months
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Owlcatober Day 4 - Luck
Still in Kingmaker for today's @owlcatober prompt. This time I decided it was past time I introduced my Varnhold's Lot OC, Ji-Eun. The fact that this turned out kinda angsty is a surprise to me, but well...Varnhold's Lot didn't exactly have a happy ending, did it?
The Goddess' Own Luck - 1463 words
Rating: T to be on the safe side
Characters: Maegar Varn, Original Female Character
Ship: Maegar Varn/OFM (his General)
Warnings: Very brief description of violence, spoilers for Varnhold's Lot
When Maegar comes to her mind, the first thing Ji-Eun thinks of is his smile. Whether it be the amiable, open grin he gave the new recruits or the flinty, sharp smirk he saved for their more insufferable clients (or Cephal, when he was particularly displeased with the grumpy old wizard), Maegar wielded that smile like she did a weapon. It was only natural that he be the one in charge of their merry little band - he had a charm that could not be denied, sometimes quite literally.
Of course, Ji-Eun was always cautious when he turned those charms on her. From the moment they first met, two adventurers in a dusty Brevan tavern, she knew throwing in her lot with him might lead to trouble. And it did, several times over. They always managed, through some strange sort of luck, and when they did Maegar turned that damned exasperating, beautiful smile on her and any sort of anger she might feel at their predicament would roll off her like raindrops on leaves.
‘See, Ji-Eun? I told you we have the Goddess’ own luck on our side.’
The Goddess’ own luck…yes, that must be what it was. That’s what kept her going, stuck in this damnable ruin so far from Golarion. That was what made her adjust her grip on her sword, taking advantage of the briefest reprieve to catch her breath before the next wave of beasts began the next assault. That was how she found the strength to keep swinging, to keep cutting down monsters long after her other beloved friends had fallen. It was Desna’s grace, not her own tenacity, not the drive to see her home plane, not the memory of a smile that tore her heart asunder, that kept her going.
Perhaps it was even by the Goddess’ own luck that he found her again. That she might be willing to concede to more than anything else - there was no good explanation for how Maegar managed to find her here, in depths of the First World, just as she was considering that maybe she should give up. That her home would be safe - would be better off, even! - without her. That Maegar had moved on, or perhaps never even cared after all.
Perhaps it was by the Goddess’ own luck that she was getting to see him one more time before she died. She could barely feel his arms around her, vision going dark around the edges. She remembered letting go of the sword handle at long last, and lifting her calloused fingers to his face, brushing a strand of dark hair back from his face.
Yes, if Desna had even seen fit to bless her, it was in that moment, just as everything went black.
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Maegar ran his hand over his face and sighed for what felt like the hundredth time. He hated this - the waiting. Waiting to see if Ji-Eun, the one person he depended on more than anything in the world, would wake up. Waiting to see if he’d have yet another loved one to mourn. Waiting to see if it’d been better for Queen Vesper to leave him in that tomb.
The return from Lostlarn had been a quiet affair. Vesper had seen them set up in a small home, situated conveniently close to the tavern. Part of him wanted to ask Vesper if it was intentional, but mostly he couldn’t bring himself to care. He just needed Ji-Eun to wake up. He was haunted by the kiss they had shared on the threshold of that old tomb. The promise of the life they were supposed to have had taunted him every time he closed his eyes, as did the sight of their friends’ corpses at her feet. And Cephal…
Maegar didn’t know how things had gone so spectacularly wrong in such a short span of time. Vesper told him it wasn’t his fault - that he had just had the misfortune of being in the wrong place, one that put him directly in the path of an evil so ancient no one had even known it was here. But that was only a cold comfort. Who cared if it wasn’t his fault? It had still happened, and it had happened to the people he cared about. And at this moment, there didn’t seem to be a way to make it right.
All he could do was sit by the bedside of the woman he loved, and wait, and pray that Desna saw fit to bless him one last time.
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It was almost a week later when she stirred. Maegar was now completely lost in his grief - he had started turning away the messengers the Queen sent to check up on him, so sure he was that his story was now officially a tragedy. He’d managed to stumble his way to Ji-Eun’s bedside, how small and frail she looked, briefly shocking him out of his stupor. If she knew he had thought such a thing, she’d challenge him to a sparring match - the only way she could knock anything that resembled sense into him. Oh, what he would have given to be in the ring with her - to see her eyes light up, lips curl into a small smile as she assessed his form and always, always found him wanting…
Her hand twitched then. Maegar froze, eyes glued to them. It felt like an eternity passed, but they twitched a second time at last.
“Ji-Eun?” He asked cautiously, turning his attention to her face. A flicker of discomfort passed over her features, then…she opened her eyes. It took everything in him not to fall to his knees and sing Desna’s praises. Instead, he rushed to her side, fumbling in his attempt to help her into a sitting position. His nerves were fried, and the wide-eyed look on her face, so scared and lost and utterly unlike her, didn’t help matters in the least.
“Maegar,” she said, voice rough with disuse. She glanced around, eyes darting to the plain, unassuming furnishings of the room. She then took a deep breath, and said again, “Maegar…”
As she shook her head, dark eyes filled with unease and distrust, it clicked to him then - she didn’t know what to say. She might have even suspected this wasn’t even real - that this was some cruel fey trick, meant to lull her into a false sense of security before the rug was swept unceremoniously out from under her feet. Or perhaps she just didn’t trust him anymore - he couldn’t blame her if that was the case. He had abandoned her, no matter how much he tried to justify it.
“Do you remember the first job we took? The one of the Lake?”
Ji-Eun’s brow furrowed as she stared at him. “Yes,” she said slowly, “A fisherman claimed the fey nearby were stealing his catch, right from under his nose, and asked us to put a stop to it.”
“And do you remember who the culprit really was?” Part of him was regretting choosing this particular job to soothe her. Even if they had found no fey themselves, it wasn’t like the Lake of Mist and Veils was without its fair share…
“His beloved dog. Though if I recall, we did run into some trouble out there anyways.”
“Yes, well, nothing like a brush with a pirate lord to jog the old memory.” He smiled at her, hoping it was comforting.
Her eyes went wide, a hand rising to his face and fingers ghosting over his lips. “You’re real, aren’t you?” she asked, looking into his eyes as if the answer lay buried within them.
“As real as I’ve ever been, my love,” he whispered, sliding one of his own arms around her shoulders, “I’m sorry it took me so long to get back to you. But to be fair - you were always the mastermind behind our schemes. I’m just the pretty face that got us in the door.”
For a moment, silence reigned. Then…a laugh, small and bright, filling his heart with a hope he has all but written off as lost. He met her as she surged forward, lips on hers, pulling her close and reveling in the beat of her heart against his chest, in the reminder that she was alive.
When they pulled apart, foreheads pressed together, he allowed himself to finally admit his fear. “I thought I’d lost everything…I thought I lost you…”
Through her tears, he saw the pain and relief and hope in her eyes, but still she somehow managed to laugh as she said, “Well, it’s like you’ve said before, Maegar. We have the Goddess’ own luck…though I like to think some of it was of our making, too.”
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dyaz-stories · 3 months
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found an island in your arms || Eun Hyuk x Reader
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warnings & tags: angst, eun hyuk deserves a hug and he gets one, eun hyuk is a little controlling towards the reader
previous one-shot
A/N: my entry for day two of @neohumanmonster's Turning a New Leaft event! Prompt: Change in Nature. While this is in relation with yesterday's entry, there is no need to have read it to understand this one, it just provides a little more context.
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Eun Hyuk is more tense lately, more irritable. Everyone can feel it, though most people chalk it up to the dwindling rations and the growing fear that the army simply isn’t coming to save you. You can tell that Eun Yu doesn’t believe in that, though, and neither do you.
Eun Yu doesn’t seem to have an actual explanation for her brother’s out of character behavior. She pokes and probes and throws out cutting remarks to see what sticks, but she doesn’t seem all that worried either.
“He does that sometimes,” she answers you bluntly when you ask if she thinks Eun Hyuk is doing alright. “There’s probably something he wants to fix. I’m sure he’ll get there. He just needs a little push.”
That doesn’t satisfy you. You don’t like to sit idle while people are in pain, don’t like to sit idle at all, actually, even if someone is hammering that you’re doing it ‘for the greater good”. But the thing is, you and Eun Hyuk… don’t get along that well. You clashed a bunch in the beginning, before you were outvoted by the people who thought Eun Hyuk would bring them safety, at least. It was a short-term solution, what he was offering, you’d argued — to which he had replied that yours was a death sentence.
You still admired him. The decisions he had to make on a daily basis couldn’t be easy ones to make, nor were the sacrifices. Of course, you still often believed he chose wrong, but you had to admit that he had kept most of the group alive until now, and considering the circumstances, that was truly impressive.
You just wish that he would let you do more. Instead, he’s constantly getting in your way, particularly when it comes to helping the infected. ‘Your abilities could help the whole group’, he’d say. ‘We can’t afford to lose them because you trusted someone you shouldn’t have.’ It drove you insane, how easily he’d interfere, always with these pseudo rational arguments that you never really bought were genuine ones.
It felt as if they were just for show, and as such you never felt all that guilty for going against his orders.
You weren’t dumb. You wouldn’t put others in danger unless they were willing to risk themselves for something. But you also refused to let others get hurt through your own inaction. So if you had to sneak around to see Hyun-Su’s in order to treat his wounds and bring him food, then you’d do as you damn pleased, and neither Eun Hyuk nor anyone else had any say in that. It was your life, and it was your decision.
Still, you can’t say you’re thrilled when you find Eun Hyuk waiting for you when you exit Hyun-Su’s so-called room. He’s leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets, and he gives you an annoyed look when you come out.
“What did I tell you?” he asks you coldly.
You grimace. The two of you are almost the same age, and you hate that patronizing tone he insists on taking with you.
“Hyun-Su needed help,” you say. “There is a limit to what even you can ask of me.”
He’s silent for a while. You notice him clenching his fists, and something unusually dark passes in his eyes. His jaw tenses, a vein bulges on his forehead. You think you’ve done it now, that you’re going to get an earful — even if you still don’t quite understand why. There’s simply no reason for him to care that much, and the lack of control is blatantly unlike him.
You’d run into him often, before this whole— thing— started. He was always quiet but sweet, would smile politely when you got in the elevator, maybe exchange niceties with you when you met in the lobby. He’d leave early and come home late, with the look of someone who hadn’t taken a breather all day, but it never appeared to have any effect on his temper.
That’s what’s throwing you off right now. How angry he seems to be.
After what feels like an eternity, he exhales, relaxes his hand.
“I guess you’re right,” he says, but his voice sounds too even now, like it’s forced. “I can’t force you to do anything. I just wish you’d consider that—” He cuts himself off the second his voice becomes strained again, looks away from you.
None of that is normal for him.
“Eun Hyuk,” you say, taking a step towards him. “Is there something wrong?”
He stares in your eyes for a second, and for that second, you think that maybe he’ll give you an honest answer.
“Everything is wrong,” he says in the end, and again, you know it’s nothing more than a half-truth. Then again, you can’t blame him for not telling you. “Can you even remember the last time thing went right for us?”
It’s not that he’s lying, it’s just that you know he’s not being genuine, and so you don’t bother continuing that line of discussion. It unnerves the other residents when you drop a conversation that is clearly going nowhere, makes them think you’re avoidant, but you think Eun Hyuk understands it. Close enough, anyway.
“You should still tell someone,” you tell him.
“I— What?”
“I get why you wouldn’t want to tell me,” you say with a shrug. “I still think you should tell your sister. Or Jae-Heon, I guess, if you’re more comfortable with that, but I get why it can’t be me.” You take a step towards him, put a hand on his shoulder. You do it slowly, as if you were trying not to spook a skittish cat. Eun Hyuk glances down at your hand, but makes no movement to get rid of it. “I’m here if you need me.”
He scoffs, looks away from you, pushes his glasses higher on his nose. But you don’t let go, and he doesn’t actually move away from you.
“I mean it,” you say softly. “If you want to talk, or if there’s any other way to help you. Just let me know.”
He closes his eyes. You wait for it to sink in, then take your hand off, hoping you haven’t pushed a boundary already. As you break contact with him, though, he grabs your wrist without warning, and pulls you into him. Your chest collides with him as he wraps both arms around and his chin comes rest on your shoulder.
You’re surprised by how strong his embrace is, how he clearly doesn’t want to let go.
“Eun Hyuk?” you squeak.
“Just— Just give me a second,” he says, voice so low you barely hear it. “Please. Just let me have that.”
You feel your heart almost breaking at the desperate plea. Slowly, you close your arms around him, start rubbing his back. You’re not sure what’s happening, not completely, but you know he’s warm against you, and you know you need that contact, too.
Seconds go by, until he takes a step back, clearing his throat. He refuses to meet your eyes, but you don’t miss that his cheekbones are dusted pink now.
“Sorry, I—” Then he lets out a long exhale, and appears to get himself back under control. “You offered.”
You’re not fooled in any way by that, but you still nod.
“And the offer still stands. If you need any help, you know where to find me.”
Another long exhale.
“You— Why— Why would you—”
“Because you need help,” you answer. “You’re the one who’s looking after everyone, and I want to make sure there’s someone looking after you, too.” Eun Yu does, sure, but Eun Yu’s a kid, and that’s a lot of responsibility to put on her shoulders.
“Thank you,” Eun Hyuk mumbles, still not looking at you. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Then he gives you a vague nod and leaves the hallway without once looking back.
Your eyes follow him, worried. You’re afraid he’s reaching his breaking point. This situation is revealing things about people, about yourself, too, even if you don’t like looking at it. Clearly, it’s changing you.
You can only hope that Eun Hyuk will withstand that change — and be by his side for as long as he needs you to.
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fadelikeclouds · 11 months
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A small thought about episode 9
There’s something really comforting about the fact that being vulnerable and openly showing your pain is portrayed positively in this episode.
More often than not, it’s thought that we shouldn’t burden others with our troubles. We keep our masks on and when someone asks, “How are you doing?”, the default answer is usually “Fine” or “Good.” We keep our problems to ourselves and pretend we are thriving instead of drowning.
Here Yoon Won is feeling the pressure from several parts of her life, and her cheerful demeanor cracks. And it’s this vulnerability that draws Jae Won out of his shell, and he’s able to tell her words of comfort that he isn’t able to give himself.
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Some people may say that he’s not able to prioritize his own needs, but I also think there’s something beautifully kind about a person who is able to respond so compassionately to someone else’s pain even when they themselves are hurting. Sometimes we can muster up the strength to do for others what we cannot do for ourselves.
Similarly, when Jae Won is kissing Eun Ji and sees Ji Hyun’s shock and pain, it contributes to him pulling himself out of his depression. Because he doesn’t want the people he cares about to be in pain.
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To me, this story is saying that showing your pain to others doesn’t necessarily end up being a burden to that other person. Sometimes it can help that other person is some way that is totally unexpected.
I guess what I want to say is be kind to yourself. There’s no need for us to suffocate our feelings. Sometimes reaching out for help and support ends up helping others in some unexpected way as well.
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