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Another Love | Part 2

Summary: you've been hopelessly in love with Han since you were children. One night you confess your feelings to him.

Words count: 5,302

Warnings: a bit of angst

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A/N: hello!! I'm really happy about the feedback I got on the first part, I got sick and stressed because of work that's why it took me a bit long to post this part, I'll try and be faster for the next ones. Spoiler: things will get more interesting on the next part.

Han couldn't sleep, couldn't eat or even function properly since the day you left, it was so strange not having you around. He wakes up, gets to work, the boys make him eat something, they practice, then they eat something again because they know he's going home to starve himself in his pit of misery, then he gets home, takes a shower and goes to sleep.

He's always anxious, too afraid of losing you, every time he looks at his phone he's scared that a message from you will come saying you don't want to be near him anymore, saying you are not coming back.

He really wishes he could like you back, why wouldn't he? You're pretty, smart and funny. But he just never thought about you in that way, he's not sure why. You were always just his best friend, the one person that encouraged him to do the crazy things he wanted, the one person that got his back when things didn't work out, the first one he told when he passed the audition to be a trainee.

When he saw you at the party he was happy to see you smiling with other people, he was usually the one making you laugh but it made him relieved to see you were okay even if it was not with him.

It hurt so much when you ran away from him, he was already feeling bad but that made everything worse. So he drank more and more until he wasn't feeling anything anymore.

He saw the guy you were hanging out with, he was with his friends and you were nowhere to be found and even though he knew you didn't want to talk to him he went after you.

He found you outside, seated on the floor probably getting some fresh air or waiting for Hannah.

When you saw him he wished he didn't go after you at all. Everything happened so fast that he almost didn't manage to hold you before you walked past him running away again.

Han just couldn't let you leave like that, he was that desperate. He wanted to make you stay no matter what and he hurt you once more.

Was he even a good friend at this point? How many times can you possibly hurt someone and still be called a friend? He felt like trash waking up in the morning and remembering everything.

Chan insisted on coming home with him, he was feeling too guilty and too tired to protest, so he let his friend crash on the sofa.

Since Chan was there, Jisung should have expected a full breakfast when he got to the kitchen. Eggs, bacon and toast were waiting for him, but he didn't feel like eating.

"I feel awful, do you think I should go there and apologize to her?" Han asks and Chan shakes his head.

"She needs time, that's all you can give her now"

Han sighs, his anxiety going through the ceiling. He's lost, not sure if it's possible for things to go back to the way it was.

He could tell how worried you got when you saw him at the party, he knows too well the face you make when you want to scold him for not taking care of himself. So he spent the next week trying to get back on his feet, he doesn't want you feeling bad, he wants you to think the least about him so you can get over him soon enough.

So much happened during this time you were not with him, they finished their album and were going to Japan in two weeks. He wanted to show you their music, their new concept, the outfits, you always loved to see the clothes they would wear. You probably already know all of this, since you're living with Seungmin but he wanted to be the one showing you so he could see you smile and feel your support.

>><<

The group had gone to Japan, that included Seungmin, so he asked Hannah to stay with you in his apartment while he was away. It's nice spending so much time with her, there is this boy in her communication class she is absolutely sure will match perfectly with you, even though you already told her you don't want to deceive anyone, the thing with Heeseung made you feel bad enough. You know she's insisting on it because she cares about you, but you don't want to start a new relationship already on the wrong foot.

"I'm sure he's great, but I won't be going out with other people until I feel like I'll be able to get over Jisung"

"And when is that?" She asks frustrated, "I know a lifelong crush won't go away in a month but don't you think you have to meet other people and open up?"

You sigh, you just don't want to hurt anyone during your process of healing.

"If I find someone I like, I'll go out with them, alright? But don't set me up with random people"

She huffs, nodding, that's better than nothing.

Since Han is away, you take the opportunity and go to your apartment. You need some books, you have been borrowing Hannah's in an attempt to avoid going there to pick up yours.

There's nothing different in the house, you don't know if you should feel glad or sad about that. Although your life is turned upside down, things are still the same. You are sure you just need a little more time, things will get better soon.

You know that, because it didn't hurt as much as you thought going back to your apartment, you expected it would be much worse. Maybe it's because he's not there? That could be it but you have hope that the overall pain is gone, that it's not going to be so bad when you see him again.

Of course, as Hannah said, a lifelong love won't go away in a month, nor in two or five months, you're not sure even a year is enough but you can't wait until then, he's still your best friend and you miss him like crazy.

You're going to come back home when you're sure you let go of these feelings. Yes, it's going to be hard being with him but it's harder to stay away from your best friend.

So when you feel like you're finally open to meet new people without comparing them to Jisung and not feel like you're tricking them, when you feel like you can like someone else without feeling guilty, that's when you'll know you are starting to get over Han.

You take some clothes out of your wardrobe and put them in the bag with your books. Hannah is coming to pick you up since Seungmin let you use his car while he's away.

"Are you moving, ma'am?" Hannah asks, seeing your huge bag.

"A girl needs to be prepared", you answer and she laughs.

"Do you want some coffee?", you hum in agreement while turning on the radio.

You feel like it's finally peaceful in your head.

>><<

It's been some time since you visited your family, your parents call you every week to check on you and Jisung but when the holidays come you two have to go back home.

That's how you ended up in the car with him, it's not a long trip since you're going just outside of Seoul but it's still awkward.

This is the first time you're seeing each other after the party. The whole trip it seems like Han wants to say something, but he doesn't, he keeps stealing glances at you, opening his mouth and then closing again like he just thought it better to stay in silence.

"For fucks sake, just say what you want to say", you tell him minutes before your arrival at your family’s home.

He flinches, looking at you with puppy eyes.

"I wanted to apologize, about the whole thing at the party", he clears his throat, fidgeting in his seat.

You stare at him for a few seconds. Even though it hurts, the whole situation is less painful then you thought it would be.

When you received the call from your parents telling you to come home with Han on the weekend you couldn't say no, you don't want them to know about all the drama and before you could make up some excuse about Han's schedule they told you he already had agreed to go.

You exchanged messages with him, setting up the time for him to pick you up at Seungmin's place and you dreaded every minute of every day thinking about the moment you would have to face Jisung again.

When you got into his car, you felt uncomfortable. You made some small talk and left at that, hoping he wouldn't keep trying to talk. It's been two months since you confessed, maybe your heart is already accepting the fact that you and your best friend are just that, friends.

Of course it still hurts, you're not sure how you're going to feel seeing him with a girlfriend, but you hope it'll only get easier from now on.

"It's okay", you say. "You were drunk, let's not think too much about it"

"But I hurt you, again", he sighs, looking at you with a frown on his face.

"Yeah, you did", you sigh, "but you're my best friend and you apologized, I'm not going to hold that against you"

He parks the car, but doesn't make any movement to get out. Jisung is staring at his hands, holding the wheel.

"You're too soft on me", he mumbles.

"I know", you smile sadly, "it's just how things are between us", you open your door urging him to get out. You already can imagine your mothers making a fuss about why you stayed so long inside the car instead of going inside.

Your parents come out while you're going through the gate, your mom has a bright smile on her face and is waiting to give you a hug. It's good to be in her embrace again, her warmth makes you feel like everything will be okay.

"You lost so much weight, aren't you taking care of her?" Han's mother scolds him while giving you a hug and feeling you out.

"It's my fault, school is just crazy right now", you tell her, hugging her back.

"Nonetheless, you should eat", she looks back at your mother, "let's double the side dishes we packed for them", and your mom nods, going back inside with her best friend.

You take a deep breath, receiving a sympathetic smile from Han before he goes into the house. It's going to be a long day.

The lunch is somewhat calm, other than the dozens of questions your families ask to you two. About college, about living by yourselves, about Han's trips, how you stay alone and how that's dangerous, they ask about everything like they don't talk to you every week.

"I forgot the ice cream", your father says, slapping the palm of his hand onto his forehead and you can already predict the scolding he's going to receive from your mother. So you jump on your feet, offering to go to the convenience store to buy some.

"Go with her", Han's father says and he nods.

You wish he didn't, it's suffocating being so close to your best friends while still uncertain of your circumstances, but if you say you don't want to, they are going to ask why and having to explain that is going to be worse than spending the day with Jisung.

You walk quietly, looking at the houses on the street. Everything is still the same, other than some renovations made to the old houses there's nothing new. The convenience store is a ten minute walk away from your house. It's good walking a bit after eating so much, the thing you miss the most about living with your parents is your mother's food.

"Which flavor?" Jisung asks while looking into the freezer.

"My mom likes strawberry and yours like chocolate, let's take both", he nods.

"Oh my god, y/n and Jisung?" You hear that damn voice you can't forget even after almost 10 years.

You put on your best smile and turn around slowly.

"Hi, Haneul", you say, poking Han with your elbow, he's still focused on choosing ice cream.

"Oh, hey", he nods at Haneul, closing the freezer.

She eyes you two up and down and smiles.

"Are you finally dating?" She squeals and you can tell she's just being mean.

"No", you answer before Jisung can even open his mouth, he glances at you with a frown.

"I'm sorry, y/n, it seems not every teenage crush works out", she pouts, smiling even more now that she got what she wanted.

You watch as she turns around, walking more deep into the store and you grab the ice creams from Han's hands, going to the cashier to pay for it.

Haneul hated you ever since Jisung dragged you to go on their date in middle school, it's not your fault but you always guessed she blamed you for things not working out with him.

You want to cry, not because you're sad but because you feel humiliated. It's so frustrating knowing that everyone has always known about your feelings for Han, it's even worse to think one day a lot of your school classmates are going to see his wedding pictures with you as the third wheel as always and think of how much of a loser you're.

"How did she know about that?" He asks when you get out of the store.

"I don't think I did a good job at hiding my feelings", you shrug.

Han stops on his tracks, you only realize that after giving a few steps and you look back to see him staring at you with a confused face.

"Was I the only one that didn't know?" He asks and you sigh, you're not really in the mood to have this conversation.

"Our parents probably don't know either", you say and he huffs.

"I'm not joking, y/n! Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"What difference would it make if you knew?" You yell, finally losing it. You can feel the tears brimming in your eyes, but you won't cry, you were finally feeling a bit better and you're not going to waste another tear on this one sided love.

"Things could have been different, I could have been more careful, I could have told you to-"

He stops mid sentence knowing he shouldn't finish the sentence, but it's already too late.

"Would you have told me to move on?" You scoff, looking around to avoid the tears. "It's not that easy Jisung, this is not the same love you felt in your relationships that lasted three months", you know you're just being mean now, but you can't control it, not with all the hurt you're feeling. "I've been in love with you for years, don't you think I was afraid of that? Of you telling me that years of me pining over you were worth nothing?"

You turn around, "tell our parents that I met someone from high school and I'll be back later", you don't give him time to say anything back before you walk away.

After a few minutes, you feel the tears running down your face. At least you avoided crying in front of him.

Why does it have to be so hard? Why can't you just forget about him already? This process is taking too long and too much of your energy.

You sit in the park, wiping your tears and looking at the children playing. Everything was easier when you were at that age, you had no worries other than if it would rain the day you would go play with your friends outside or which present to give your parents on their birthday.

You look at your phone, answering your messages, your mother sent you a text telling you to not stay out too late but you don't think you'll be able to go back and stay in the same room as Han right now.

"Y/n?" You hear a strangely familiar voice, you look up and see a handsome man walking towards you. You're sure you know his face, but you just can't remember who it is.

He sees your frown and laughs.

"Jeongho? From middle school", he tells you and your eyes widen.

"Oh my god, Jeongho! How are you?" You ask and he smiles, he grew up really well. He's much taller now but he's still as handsome.

"I'm doing well, what about you?" He asks, sitting by your side, "are you visiting your family?"

"I'm great", you smile and nod, "yeah, Jisung and I came to visit"

What are the odds of you meeting Haneul and Jeongho of all people right after you confessed to Han? The universe really must be playing with you.

"I heard that you are living in Japan", you continue.

"Yeah, I came here just for the holiday", he explains, "actually, I come by pretty often to Korea", he clears his throat, looking at you. "Are you and Jisung a thing now?" He asks and you smile painfully, why must you answer this question twice in a day?

"No, still just friends", you tell and he smiles.

He nods, mumbling 'ah'.

"And… by any chance are you single?" He asks and you nod, feeling embarrassed. "Well, that's good news for me", he says, receiving a confused look from you while handing you his phone, "mind giving me your number? I'd like to keep in contact with you"

"Oh", you stare at the device for a moment, trying to process what he's saying. Is he interested in you?

"It's okay if you don't want to", he chuckles, "I'm just shooting my shot, knowing you're not with Jisung"

You laugh, releasing the air you didn't even notice you were holding.

"Yeah, sure", you type your number and give it back to him.

He stares at you with a satisfied smile before getting up.

"I have to go now, my family is waiting for me, but I'll text you", he says, flashing a smile and waving goodbye to you.

That was certainly unexpected, you would have never imagined you would meet Jeongho and he would still be interested in you. That lightens up your mood a bit, maybe this time you'll make the right choice and choose the person that likes you back.

You and Han don't share a word on your trip back, you don't want to talk to him and he seems too deep in his thoughts to say anything to you.

You finally can breathe when you get to Seungmin's, he's waiting with Hannah, beer and food, all you needed after this hell of a day.

>><<

You are in a lilac long dress, your friends are all seated in the first row. The church is full of people, some you know, some you're not so sure. You're happy, feeling your heart beat fast and butterflies on your stomach. Jisung is looking directly at you, he smiles with a proud look on his face.

However, before you can step closer to him, a loud piano sound starts playing and after a few seconds you recognize the wedding march. People stand up but they are not looking at you, neither is Han, they are all looking at the church doors where a beautiful woman is entering in a long white dress, a child walks in front of her, throwing roses in her path. The familiar round full cheeks make your stomach sink, why does that child look so much like Han? He doesn't have a younger sibling.

Then, it all sinks in, you're not the bride. Of course not, he's marrying another woman, a beautiful one at that. He's building his life and forming a family and you're just there on the sidelines. The bride steps in front of him and gives you her bouquet, smiling kindly at you.

You open your eyes abruptly, your chest is going up and down at a fast pace and your breathing is heavy, you're soaked in sweat. It was all a dream, a nightmare.

You sit on the sofa, feeling sore, all your muscles are tense. You can't believe you actually dreamt about something like that, your fear of always being there watching your best friend have his own life while still in love with him is taking over, even though you're trying to get over him.

It's two in the morning and you can't go back to sleep. It's better to take a shower and maybe go for a walk to calm your nerves.

The warm bath helps make you relax, but the memories from your dream keeps coming up on your mind again and again.

You text the only person who is probably still awake at this time and your phone buzzes seconds after your message is sent.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of being contacted by my most beautiful friend?” Chan's voice sounds on the other side of the line.

You chuckle.

“I knew you would be awake”, you tell him, fidgeting with your feet while trying to explain what's happening to him without humiliating yourself.

“I had a pretty bad nightmare and wanted to take a walk, maybe eat something? I don't know”, you whisper the last part and Chan sighs, he can tell you're not feeling well.

“Sure, I wanted to take a break anyway”, he says even though he's full of work to do.

You meet at a convenience store nearby, Chan's apartment is not far from Seungmin's since they can't live far away from each other, everyone lives close. You and Jisung did too- cursed man, coming back through your mind even though you're trying to think of anything but him.

“So”, Chan says, taking you out of your thoughts, “Jisungie told me you had a bit of an argument”, he tells you carefully, resting his elbows on the table you two are seated while he holds the beer can.

You sigh, of course he would tell Chan.

“Yeah, we just met someone from middle school during our trip and it ended up like that”, you explain after swallowing a mouthful of the hot spice ramen you have in your hands.

“I know things are not easy right now, for you or for him”, he says carefully, “but you're best friends, you have to communicate and talk things through”

“I guess”, you sigh. It's not easy to talk about Jisung, more so after the dream you had. You thought the worst part was already over, that you were finally getting over him. But it turns out it's not just willingness that makes things happen.

You wake up to your phone buzzing, you look at the time it's almost noon. You look through your messages and can't help but smile, Jeongho has been messaging you everyday since the last time you saw him. It's nice having this kind of attention, he's handsome and nice, maybe it's time for you to open your heart to someone else. The nightmare you had really terrified you, just thinking about it makes your head hurt and your chest ache.

Jeongho: good morning

Jeongho: I'll be in Korea next week, maybe we could have dinner together?

You: morning

You: yeah, that would be great!

You decide to give this a chance, it's not like it is going to kill you and Jeongho is well aware about your longing feelings for Jisung.

You're dressed in a red dress, feeling a bit uncomfortable, formal attire is not your usual outfit choice, but Jeongho set the date in a really fancy restaurant that you're not used to.

Of course you went to fancy restaurants before, the boys took you out often to celebrate their awards and new comebacks but since you always insisted on paying for your meals, they usually went to fancy but still affordable places.

Jisung always offered to pay for your meals, but you never accepted. If he did, you were afraid you would look too much like a couple and your heart might make you even more delusional.

“Good evening, how can I help you?” The receptionist asks and you look around, trying to find your date.

“Hm, hi. I'm here to meet a person, Kang Jeongho?” You eye the list on the counter to try and see if his name is there.

“Yes, mr. Kang is waiting”, he tells you, “may I take your coat?” He asks, gesturing to the long cover you have over you.

“Ah, yes”, you say, taking the piece and giving it to him.

The man gestures for you to follow and you walk behind him to the second floor. Jeongho is waiting at a table close to the window, he's looking at the view that you can see now it's marvelous.

“Mr. Kang”, the receptionist says and Jeongho turns around, giving you a big bright smile while standing up.

“Thank you”, he tells the man who nods at you and walks back to the first floor. “You look beautiful”, he tells you, pulling the chair so you can sit.

“Thank you, I didn't even know there was a second floor in this restaurant”, you say while watching him take his seat.

“Yes, they only open it on special occasions”, he says and you frown, looking around.

“You mean, they opened it so we could eat here?”

He nods, chuckling to your terrified face.

“What are you, the president’s son?” You joke, nervously, suddenly feeling absolutely out of place and underdressed.

“Not at all, you know my father and he's far away from politics”, he jokes back, “I’m friends with the son of the owner, he owed me one so I just asked for a favor”, he shrugs.

You look dumbfounded, who is this guy? Surely not the same teenager that looked absolutely heartbroken when you rejected him in middle school.

“What did you do for him to go to such lengths to pay you back?” You ask, curious.

“I introduced him to his wife”, he smiles, “he's madly in love with her, so this was nothing to how grateful he is to me”

“Oh”, you nod. That must be nice, having someone madly in love with you.

The waiter interrupts your interrogation to ask for your orders, you have no idea what to choose, but Jeongho explains to you each dish, asking if you would like something more spicy, salty or sweet and telling which one he thought you'd like better based on your answers.

“You know, you were my first crush”, Jeongho blurts out after the waiter takes the plates back to the kitchen. You feel your whole face hot, looking at him with wide eyes, “I'm sorry, I just thought you should know”, he smiles and you notice he has some deep dimples in his cheeks.

“I thought you asked me out in middle school because you lost a bet or something”, you put your hands to your cheeks, trying to ease the redness.

“I think you never gave yourself enough credit”, he points out, leaning his face on his hand while watching you. “You were always too focused on Jisung to actually see that I was not the only one looking at you with heart eyes”

You smile sheepishly, you knew your crush on your best friend was going to come up in the conversation at some point, but now that it did you don't know how to talk about it.

“Well, I found out not long ago that I was not as good as I thought at hiding my feelings”, you tell him, “apparently everyone knew that I liked my best friend—except him”

“Am I right to presume that you still have those feelings?” He asks slyly, your heart is beating fast, what if you tell him the truth and he says he doesn't want to see you anymore?

“Actually-”, you sigh, “I'm trying to get over them at the moment”

It's better he knows the truth, so he can enter this aware of your standing.

“Well, that's more than I expected”, he chuckles and you look at him confused, “I thought you were still hang up on him”

“I actually confessed”, you're feeling a bit more confident after his reaction, “and I was rejected, so I don't think there's much for me to hang on anymore”

“So, I'm sorry if I'm being too straightforward- but could I be greedy and believe I have a chance?” He asks and you're sure his eyes are wavering a bit, is he nervous? Did you actually make someone feel that way because of you?

“Yes”, you tell him, biting back a smile and blushing, he smiles at you sighing in relief.

He stands up and reaches his hand out to you.

“Then, shall we take a walk? I have a long way to make you fall for me”, he bites his bottom lip, waiting for you to take his hand.

This is it, the first step for you to get over Han Jisung.

Han sees Lia's lips move but he can't actually hear what she's saying, every word you said the last time, keeps sounding on his mind like a bloody curse.

What would he have done if he had known sooner? Would he have liked you back? Surely not, after all these years he didn't feel anything romantically related towards you, but that may be because he never thought about you in that way. Would he have told you to move on?

"Are you listening?" Jisung hears Lia say and snaps out of his thoughts.

"Yes, of course", he lies, giving her a slight smile and grabbing her hand to squeeze it.

"You're just… acting strange, since you came back from your parent’s house", she frowns.

"It's nothing, I just… had an argument with y/n and now she's mad at me", he tells a half truth.

"I'm sure she's going to forgive you", Lia says, sympathetically, "you're best friends after all"

Han nods, sighing.

He had avoided telling her the whole situation with you, it could make her insecure since you two live together.

There's something different too, he just doesn't feel the same way about her anymore, the burning flame and excitement he felt when they first started going out is slowly dying down and he just doesn't know what to do anymore.

All his previous relationships ended up because he was too busy, or because his personality didn't actually match with the other person, sometimes the girl he was dating just felt uncomfortable about his friendship with you, but he couldn't end years of friendship because he was dating so he ended the relationship.

However, Lia is different. She's great and confident, she doesn't care that he lives with you because she trusts him. She's calm, her personality is nice, she's nice. So why? Why is he feeling like this suddenly? Why is he wavering when it comes to starting this new relationship?

When he gets to practice after a weekend of resting, he is still confused, however, he's trying his best to stay focused on their new album, music is the only thing he is sure of in his life right now.

It's half past the time practice should start and Seungmin is not there yet, after one more song he asks Bangchan about it, he's starting to get worried, what if something happened to you?

“Oh, don't worry about it, he's just interviewing his roommate prospect”, Chan answers.

Han freezes. Then, that means you're going back home?

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❝𝐏𝐀𝐂: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮.❞

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Pile 1:

My patience for you

my dearest, please take care of your needs and heal your inner child. I cannot see you go forth without you caring for yourself.. please, if you cannot for yourself, at least for me.. take care of yourself.. because I love you too dearly for you to waste your time doing nothing that shall help you in the near future.. and I cannot let you do that; I want to see you—I want to kiss you and whisper sweet nothing into your ears after we make love.. I want to see you smile every time I say something silly, in reality those stories are real, but I make it stupid just to see you smile.. so please for me and to see each other quicker, please take care of yourself.

I shall be waiting for you,

Your prince charming –

Pile 2:

Proud of you baby

HI I HOPE YOURE DOING ALRIGHT, IMAGINE ME YELLING IN EXCITEMENT, HEHE.

SOOO YOU GOT A PROMOTION, THAT’S AWESOME! CONGRATS BABE, I AM SO PROUD OF YOU AND I HOPE YOU WORK HARDER TO ACHIEVE YOUR DREAMS AND KICK ASS OF THOSE SEXIST MEN IN THE STEM MAJOR. ALSO ILL KICK THEIR ASS TOO.

UMM, I THINK MY MESSAGE TO YOU IS TO MAKE SURE YOU EAT PROPERLY BECAUSE I KNOW YOU STAY UP ALL NIGHT, PULLING AN ALL NIGHTER TO GET YOUR ASSIGNMENTS DONE BUT FOOD IS ESSENTIAL AND HYDRATION. SO YEAH GET THAT FIXED SO MAYBE YOU CAN—DURING YOUR BREAKS EAT SOMETHING PLEASE AND PLEASE SLEEP BETTER FOR ME.

THANKS SO MUCH AND ILYVM XOXOXOOXXOOXXOOXOXOXOXOX

Pile 3:

I won’t give up on you

I can see you changing your life and I see that you met someone you don’t trust.. and that’s okay, I know you struggle with trust issues, but please know—that’s me. Its okay not to trust me now, and please don’t until you feel comfortable enough to open yourself up to me. I know youre an introverted person and that’s okay. Ill be the boat you will sail on and find that treasure on your map. I will be your rock when you play .. rock, paper, scissors.. ill be your armor when youre sobbing and ill be the one saving you when you start drowning in your trust issues once more.. and I’ll fight for you when you try to push me away again.

So go ahead and try but you cannot get rid of me because we are meant to be and that’s final.

Pile 4:

You’re the reason why I became so romantic

When the moon shines onto the river, we see a beautiful reflection shining, letting the people see the beauty and that is what I see within you, my love.. youre one dashing love and I cannot get enough of you especially during love making, but this isn’t a love letter I suppose.. this is my message to you and you shall receive it after I say what I love about you.

Youre one beautiful lover, the way you smile at me as I write and do my homework, waiting for me to be finished so we can cuddle and watch your favorite, us both laughing as it gets to the funny scene and then both saying we wont watch that same Disney movie once more, but we do. An endless loop of laughter.

From those to when we take a shower together but there is never any thoughts of doing the deed, only thinking of making sure the other is okay and properly cleaned, your innocence is the most beautiful as this world is truly a mess, but I shall never ever take advantage of your pureness as it floats my heart anew when I think of you and wishing I could give you flowers for all of eternity.. that is the love we shall cherished as this is what our love shall be.

So my message to you my dearest is, please keep being the most beautiful that you are and keep your pureness as it is the most beautiful of them all. As you are the most tantalizing flower one can pick and cherish, let it grow and feed it with water and sunlight as you watch it grow into the magic you wished you had seen the first time you lay your eyes on.. and that is you. you are my flowers and you are the magic within that I truly didn’t know I deserved or needed, so thank you my dearest and thank you for accepting me for who I am.

- Your dearest.

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catscidr · 8 months

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hi.. hello... may I request a dottore fic w/chronically ill reader? chronically ill as in, can't get enough sleep due to pain, doesn't clean themselves/shower, or doesn't eat a lot due to the pain and loss of appetite.

this part is a bit self indulgent but maybe reader can't walk properly due to it and needs assistance by dottore (or his segments) to hold her hand and let her cling onto them as they walk?

absolutely understandable if not! hope you have a good day :) 🕊

yes!! absolutely!! (included this other ask too bc i felt they were similar enough) im sorry i disappeared for a bit, life happened and this and that and i didn't have time to write and when i did i just.... couldn't write LOLヽ(；▽；) i don't have a chronic illness so i did my best with what i had (google and my own experiences with body pains n stuff(?) ) so pls lmk if there's like. any wording i should change and whatnot. big smoochies to u nonnie i hope this makes you feel at least a little better ♡♡ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: a whole lotta fluff, established relationship, dottore is probably a little ooc bc he's very soft, him and The Clones are doting on reader HARD. reader is shorter than the men includes: fem reader, dottore and his segments (Omega is the oldest, Delta is webttore, Iota is the youngest), Columbina is mentioned, fatui npcs are also mentioned wc: 2,3k

The doctor was infamous for being cruel, aloof and barbaric. From his experiments to his way of treating his coworkers, practically everyone that worked in the Fatui wanted nothing to do with him, since even if they happened to not get on his bad side, even being associated with him meant other members of the organization would look at them funny. The only people the Harbinger spoke to daily, apart from you, were his many segments.

The same couldn’t be said for you though. When you could, you’d spend time with Viktor or Ekaterina whenever they were in Snezhnaya, hang out with Damselette when she was free or simply just make small talk with anyone willing to stop by for a chat. Unfortunately, you haven’t been able to enjoy other people’s presence since your body’s been feeling quite sluggish as of late, exhaustion seeping into your limbs much quicker than it should. Your predicament made it so that you were confined to the four walls of your room most days, human interaction being limited to Dottore and his clones.

Not that you particularly minded, since they were an entertaining bunch. Dottore took care of you most of the time, but since his job was quite demanding, he couldn’t be there for you all the time. Which is where his segments came in.

“The soup isn’t that hot, and I already blew on it! Just eat already,” Delta grumbles loudly, his patience wearing thin as it made way for aggressive worry to take place. You stick your tongue out at him, a tired and petty act of rebellion despite your situation.

“I dare you to take a sip. For sure it’ll be able to melt your mechanic tongue right off,” you huff in annoyance, both from the minimal hours of sleep you’d been getting and your own patience coming to an end. The man makes a tsk sound, torn between wanting to prove you wrong by humoring your suggestion or wanting to just grab an ice cube and tossing it in the bowl in malicious compliance. He doesn’t have time to decide though, because two people come into your room right as he opened his mouth to reply.

“Prime told me to check in on you,” Omega says as he breaches the doorframe. “You’re taking too long.” he adds, crossing his arms. The older segment stares down at his maskless coworker, lips curling down in a frown. Delta scowls, readjusting himself on your bed- he was sitting to your right, his legs thrown over the side of the bed. He glances over his shoulder at the interruption, scowl now much more genuine as he glares daggers at the older segment.

“I would have been back a long time ago if someone,” he doesn’t hide the way his eyes glance over at your sulking form, “had cooperated with me.” Still holding up the spoon he had tried to feed you previously, he lowers it into the bowl while gesturing for Omega to come closer. The latter walks over to the bed calmly while Iota saunters over to your left side, chatting up a storm about how he’s missed you and asking when you’ll be joining them back in the lab again.

“Maybe if you knew how to speak to women,” the oldest taunts, lips curling into a small grin, the only feature visible on his masked face. You giggle as Delta bites back an insult, purposely ignoring his superior to instead try to make you get something in your system one more time.

“Where’s Dottore?” you ask the Omega segment, turning your face away from Delta. The latter glares at you, handing over the bowl of soup to the other man. Iota suggests feeding you but is quickly dismissed by the other two, much to his dismay.

“Busy. Although he said he would come by to test something, if I recall correctly... didn’t mention what it was, though,” the masked segment says, blowing on a spoonful of soup to cool it off. You nod, eating the spoonful when Omega presents it to you, earning a look of disbelief from Delta. “How are you feeling today?” the oldest asks, tuning out Delta’s many choice words aimed at him. You do the same, focused on eating and taking your time swallowing the food so as to not upset your already sensitive stomach.

“Could be better,” you respond with a sigh. “I feel pain... everywhere. And I’m tired but I can’t sleep,” you add between spoonfuls. Omega nods, letting you rant as he silently listens to you while subtly observing the way your chest heaves up and down, as if your lungs were working overtime to accommodate to an elevated heart rate.

He hums, dipping the spoon in the bowl to feed you again. You shake your head at him and put a hand up in front of your mouth, your brows creasing your forehead. The clone doesn’t push further and instead hands Iota the unfinished bowl of food, quietly asking for him to put it away. The young boy nods eagerly, happy to be of use as he scurries away. Delta follows after him to make sure he doesn’t break anything, but glances behind his shoulder to take one last look at you, worry obvious on his usually irked face.

“How long has it been since Prime has last given your previous dose of aspirin?” he asks, leaning closer to you to push your hair out of your face. Expression scrunched up in discomfort from the sudden food intake, you make a noise of discontentment, a vague answer to his question. He frowns but doesn’t voice his displeasure aloud, instead comforting you through your nausea. Noticing pearls of sweat beading up on your hairline, Omega pulls your bed sheets away slightly, making you more comfortable.

“Can you try swallowing for me?” he asks gently, tilting his head forward and to the side to look at your throat. It takes you a hot second but after some struggle you do as he instructed and swallow, your throat bobbing up as you do, and the segment hums in satisfaction. “Good,” he murmurs quietly, placing one hand on your shoulder to help you straighten your back.

“Let me help you up. Hold onto my hand for me?” Omega asks, helping you slip out of bed, putting a strong arm under yours to help you stand up. You wordlessly interlock your fingers into his own and wobble slightly, knees weak and devoid of strength, but he holds you up, bending his own knees slightly to accommodate your height. The wave of nausea comes and goes, making your legs unsteady as the clone helps you walk towards the bathroom connected to your bedroom.

Delta comes back without Iota in tow and immediately notices your discomfort. His legs work faster than his mind and he’s to your left in the blink of an eye, supporting your weight as well to help you and Omega out. The three of you reach the sink counter and as the oldest helps you sit up on it, Delta squints at his fellow clone.

“Can one of you get my bucket,” you manage to croak out between deep breaths, head slumped forward to rest against Omega’s shoulder. While he rubs soothing circles on your back Delta quickly grabs the bucket you kept in your room, footsteps as silent as he could as to not disturb you. You murmur a quiet thank you to him, sitting up to the best of your ability as you shoot him a grateful smile.

“Are you feeling well enough to bathe or are you still lightheaded?” Omega asks, one of his gloved hands coming up to your forehead. He feels some heat seep through the leather fabric but waits for your answer nonetheless, crimson eyes covered by his mask staring into you. You nod, leaning into the coolness of his hand.

“Mmhyeah, jus’ help me out a bit,” you mumble sleepily, exhaustion taking over your nausea. Delta doesn't need to be told twice as he turns on the tap to fill up the bath, keeping a hand beneath it to make the sound of water splashing in the tub quieter to avoid bothering you.

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With a towel resting over your head and newfound energy flowing through your limbs, you saunter into your partner’s main lab to find him. Omega had left shortly after you finished bathing, begrudgingly telling you that he had to go back to work- but Delta stayed with you long enough to keep you company while you let your eyes rest. He gave you some painkillers- nothing like what Dottore gave you to keep the pain at bay, but it worked as a temporary solution- and you felt energized enough to leave your bedroom to get ahold of Dottore.

Delta walked behind you, not wanting to go back to the laboratory just yet but the last thing he wanted was to leave you alone, his mind working up a multitude of scenarios in which you’d get hurt. Although he was all bark and no bite, he still cared about you immensely- more than he’d ever admit. He watches your hair drip water onto the pristine white tiles as you walk and steps on the water with his boots, smudging the liquid to wipe it away.

“Dottore!” you exclaim happily, eyes lighting up when you finally catch sight of the familiar mop of blue hair paired with his matching tired eyes and scarred skin adorning his face. The Harbinger looks up from his work, eyes displaying a mix of surprise and something akin to irritation- a result from catching him off guard.

“Darling,” he says softly, quietly enough that you barely catch the loving nickname slipping past his chapped lips. “Did you eat?” he asks, brushing the dirt off his hands on his slacks. You engulf his torso in a warm hug, immediately comforted by the familiar faint scent of his cologne and whatever cleaning supply he used in his lab. He returns the hug gently and Delta looks away immediately, flustered at the sight of his boss being publicly affectionate.

You respond with a muffled mhm, refusing to pull away. “Didn’t eat much but it was something. Omega ‘n Delta helped me bathe. Took something for the pain. Now I’m here,” you summarize, face still smushed against him. He hums in approval, but concern still creases his brows as he uses one of his hands to rub up your back and the other to dry off your hair completely using the towel on your head. Delta murmurs an excuse before leaving the premises, not able to withstand the pda.

“You shouldn’t be out of bed,” he says sternly but softly. “I’m working on something that’ll help you in the long run, it’ll do you good to allow your body to recuperate as much as it can. Have you been sleeping alright?”

You slump against him. Of course he’d notice how tired you were even if he couldn’t see your face.

“...No,” you mumble. He doesn’t respond, but you feel his head moving as he looks around his workspace, seemingly looking for something. He lets out a quiet aha when he does and he brings his arms down to your shoulders to push you away.

“I have something you can take to help you sleep. You shouldn’t feel nauseous nor dizzy when you take it as well,” Dottore says, immediately talking about the possible complications before you can even open your mouth to refuse his offer. “I tested it out myself,” he adds, lips curling into a small smile when he sees your face change from a pout to bewilderment.

“You? The great Dottore, ex-scholar of the Akademiya, willingly taking medication to make him sleep? You never get rest, and you expect me to believe you when you talk about sleeping medication?” you say with an amused scoff. Dottore raises a brow at your teasing but doesn’t comment on it, instead he chooses to brush his pointer finger’s knuckle beneath your eyes.

“You should believe me because I never get rest, my love,” he says fondly. “And because your dark circles are so prominent, I could probably see them from the other side of the laboratory.” he adds. You huff but lean into his touch, eyes drooping from the burst of energy catching up on your body. You hear him chuckle under his breath as he shifts his body to grab the medication in question and a syringe with a sterilized needle, preparing the equipment to administer it to you.

“If you get an adequate amount of rest, I’ll take two days off work to take care of you properly. How does that sound?” he asks lightly, flicking the syringe to let out any air bubbles out. You look away with furrowed brows and roll your eyes, but still give him your arm.

“Now you’re just trying to bait me,” you say, looking at him from the corner of your eyes. He shrugs, not arguing with your accusation because you were technically right. When he’s done with the syringe you feel his arms wrap around you, the warmth of his body making you sigh pleasantly.

You can’t tell what it is that makes your body grow so incredibly tired so suddenly; if it was the medication, the strain on your body or if it was because you just felt that comfortable in Dottore’s arms, but you didn’t really care. As you felt Dottore move you to one of his couches, you reach out to grab onto his sleeve to keep him nearby.

He complies, crouching to be at your level as you crack your eyes open to look at him. You murmur a quiet love you and shut your eyes contentedly, smiling softly once you feel his lips make contact with your forehead as you hear him clearly say I love you too back.

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What's your fanfic fantasy? part 8

Chapter Contents.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 //

Premise: OFC + Chan + Jisung 18+ fanfic. This is an AU story about Chan bringing your fantasies to life... but what happens when boyfriends Chan and Han fall in love with you?

Chapter Summary: you have lunch and it's awkward. Minho has some news, and you're briefed on the details of your next fantasy.

Warnings: mxm blowjob, discussions of sexual activities.

After a quick shower and slipping on a dress, you walk into the kitchen where the guys are having lunch. Jisung is already there digging into the salads and barbequed meats. He looks up at you with a face full of food. “Hey Baby!” he calls, but it comes out all muffled. You laugh and wave. He is so perfectly adorable.

Minho is at the stove cooking up the last of the meats, and Felix is trying to organise the mess in the kitchen and looking stressed. He scratches his head trying to plan out the best configuration to pack the dish washer.

Chan gets up from a chair in the living area and comes into the kitchen. You hold your breath. Is he going to say something about last night? Surely not. Not here with everyone listening. You're frozen on the spot as he brushes past you and into the kitchen. He pulls out a clean plate from the overhead cupboard, and you're given a glimpse of his abs as his shirt rides up. His body is perfect. A small squeak escapes your lips, and Minho turns around giving you once over, raising an eyebrow, and then returns to his work at the stove.

“What do you want to eat?” Chan asks. The plate is for you.

“A bit of everything, I guess. It all looks tasty.” You say looking around at all the food.

“Hmm!” Minho snickers. “You want a bit of everything do you? It’s all tasty, huh?” he turns and smirks at you. You blush a crimson red, knowing perfectly well what he’s insinuating.

Chan clears his throat, ignoring Minho, and proceeds to add a bit of everything to your plate. He doesn’t seem himself. Normally, you'd be deep in conversation about something wildly random, or teasing each other. But he is deliberately trying not to engage.

You suddenly realise that he had only just watched you and Jisung have sex in the pool. Oh this is actually awkward. You don’t blame him for not wanting to speak to you properly. It is then you realise that anyone could have watched you have sex in the pool, and you don’t dare to look around the room. Instead, you watch the veins in Chan's hands as he spoons out some pasta salad. You remember back to last night when he had that hand around your throat. You want him to choke you. What?! What the fuck?! You shake your head and quickly take your plate off of him. What is wrong with you?

You decide to go sit on the balcony before Chan has a chance to start a conversation, although part of you knows he probably wouldn’t anyway. You don’t even think you'd be able to form coherent sentences yourself. The heat and the tension in your body when you're near him is all consuming. You need fresh air.

As you walk through the living area, you catch sight of Changbin. He’s sitting relaxed in an armchair devouring some chicken. The man is all muscle. On first impression he seemed like a brooding type. Stoic and cold. But you've seen him when he’s loud and fun and laughing his ass off. His laugh is infectious too. High pitched and shrill.

But right now he looks like he could murder someone. He makes eye contact with you, and you feel like that person he could murder is you. His eyes bore into you and you stop dead in your tracks for a moment. He seems angry. Has Chan already asked him your favour? Has he said no and thinks you're sick? But then his eyes change slightly and you feel like instead of murdering you he is going to ravish you. You come to your senses, snapping your eyes away from his and head out onto the balcony.

As you eat, you hear the guys joking and laughing. Jisung is telling jokes and Changbin sounds like he’s in a better mood now you're not in there, and Chan is singing pop songs.

“Hey!” a voice calls. It’s Minho. He comes out onto the balcony and sits next to you with a plate of food. “I can finally eat now.” He laughs. You smile at him. He is truly a beautiful soul. You sit for a while eating your lunch and talking about how wonderful it would be to live in a location and beautiful as this.

“Last night…” he says nervously, and sighs as he tries to find his words. “Thank you for doing that for me… you know… the Hyunjin thing.” He swallows as though his throat is dry. “Yeah. I just wanted to say it meant a lot.” He puts a mouthful of salad in his mouth.

“Hey,” you put a hand on his thigh and try to ignore how good it feels. “I just did what I felt you needed… in the moment.” You smile and he nods. His face brightens.

"Guess what?" he says excitedly.

"What?" you smirk. He looks like he's dying to share something.

“I’ve texted him. He’s coming here. Tonight.” Minho says as he chews.

Your face lights up with excitement. “Minho!” you squeal. “This is fucking amazing!”

He can’t hide the excitement on his face either. “It is.” He agrees with a big grin.

“Oh my God. Hyunjin is going to blow his load in five seconds with you!” You both laugh.

“I think I’m the one who is going blow on the spot. Untouched.” He replies laughing.

“Well, at least you two know how to get your act together.” you mumble as you hear Chan belting out an 80’s power ballad.

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You sit across from Chan and Jisung in the office. You're on the couch that Jisung first fucked youon, and both Chan and Jisung are sitting on the other couch watching you. It’s late afternoon, and you're about to have your ‘briefing’ on the ‘personal training session’ you will be having with Binnie tonight.

It's so weird. Here in the room with Chan. You haven’t spoken properly since the blindfold night, and it was hard to gauge his body language at lunch. You just can’t read his mood. Surely he knows by now that you want him. Jisung would have been creaming his pants to tell him. And you're sure Chan knows you know how he feels about you too. Jisung’s eager expression makes it certain that you all know what’s going on.

But no one says anything about it.

“Right.” Chan clears his throat. Jisung leans in on Chan’s shoulder who tries to ignore him. He looks flustered, and he can’t meet your eyes. What is going on inside his mind?

“We need to go over what is happening tonight. Where will we all be? Jisung?”

Jisung springs to action. “I’ll be waiting in the gym with Bin.” Jisung says, sliding onto Chan’s lap and wrapping his arms around his neck. He tries to kiss Chan, but Chan shakes his head.

“Y/n?” he says, still not quite making eye contact with you.

“Um… I just turn up at 11pm?” You're not sure what else to add, so you just sit there with your insides of fire and a hunger to jump the two men in front of you. Which you ignore.

Jisung just won’t give up and is still trying to steal a kiss from Chan.

“And I’ll be,” Chan gives in and his mouth meets Jisung’s, falling open to allow Jisung to slide his tongue in.

They look so incredibly sexy that you subconsciously lick your lips. You feel a pang of want in your stomach. You want to be part of what they’re doing.

“I’ll be watching the cctv of the gym.” He finishes, pulling away from the kiss and looking Jisung up and down like he wants to devour him.

“And jerking off.” Adds Jisung raising an eyebrow.

You sit there watching silently as Jisung slides his way down onto the floor to kneel between Chan’s legs and reaches up to his belt, pausing to look seductively up at him. Chan looks back at him endearingly. “Honey, we gotta concentrate on the matter at hand.” He says.

“But this is the matter at hand!” Jisung gestures to Chan’s crotch and I laugh.

“I’m serious, Jisung, this,” now Chan gestures to his crotch “can wait.”

Jisung makes some kind of whingy sound. “Are you sure it can wait?”

“Why don’t you be kind to Jisung and let him suck your cock?” It slips out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. Chan and Jisung turn to you, obviously taken aback. Chan turns beet red, but Jisung looks excited.

“I mean,” Don’t say it. “Your mouth won’t be full Chan, you can still tell me what I need to know.” Fuck. You said it. You don’t know how you're managing to egg them on like this. Inside you're absolutely dying.

Jisung blows you a kiss and mouths a “thank you”. He turns back and looks up at Chan “See… it’s okay. Let me take care of you.”

Chan rolls his eyes. “Okay. Fine.” He gives in and Jisung has his pants undone and his half hard cock in his hands before you can blink.

He licks the shaft from the base to the tip and then takes the head of his cock into his mouth. Chan bites his lip and exhales slowly.

“y/n,” his voice is breathy. He sounds so fucking hot. You imagine him saying your name like that and that you're the one sucking his cock. “So far you have taken on a more submissive role… Ah that’s it baby!” Jisung is stroking him now whilst working his mouth further and further down his cock. “But Bin is going to be a little different.”

“Huh?” What does he mean different?

“You see,” he squeezes his eyes closed in pleasure. “Binnie is very…ah…dominating.”

“How so?” You ask cautiously. Surely he couldn’t be too bad?

“Well, he likes to really take charge. You will have to be on your best behaviour…Shhiit!” Chan is so distracted you wonder if you shouldn’t have suggested he let Jisung suck his dick. Jisung is good at it though. If you had a dick you'd want Jisung to suck it all day long.

Jisung pops up off of Chan’s cock with a loud ‘pop’. “He will want you to call him Sir, and he wants to tie you up.” He offers then gets back to work on Chan.

Your eyes dart up to Chan’s and he finally meets my eyes.

“He might want to call you names.”

You process what they are saying.

“Jisung will be there… and… fuck Jisung you need to stop for a second or I’m gonna come!” He pulls Jisung off his cock. “You can have it back in a minute”.

“Y/n, Jisung will be there,” Chan tries again. “And Binnie is very respectful of safe words and gestures. As much as he’s rough and tough, he only wants to do things that feel good for you…. But at the rougher end of the spectrum of what feels good for you.”

Images of being tied up and having to call Binnie Sir, and goodness knows what else, all with Jisung and Chan watching, flood your mind. Arousal pulses through your body. But a sick feeling is there too. You're conflicted.

You look at Chan and Jisung. “Are you two okay with this?” You ask seriously. Part of you hopes that they will say that they aren’t okay with it, but they don’t.

Jisung beams at you. “I think it’ll be fun!” he says and slides his mouth back over Chan’s cock and deep throating him back to a full erection. You wonder if he really thinks it’ll be fun, or if he’s just saying what he thinks you want to hear?

Chan leans his head back to rest on the couch, closing his eyes as his boyfriend sucks and hums aorund him. “I’m okay with anything you ask for, y/n.” He says softly.

I want you, Chan. You say to yourself, but can’t bring the words to say it out loud.

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~ Chan pov ~

“Channie, are you really okay with Binnie fucking her tonight?” Jisung asks after you leave the office. He's still working his mouth on Chan’s cock.

Chan thinks about his boyfriend’s question. He's torn. On one hand he wants you to explore your desires… and fuck, it’d been SO hot seeing you being pleasured. But on the other hand, he fucking hates it. He's jealous. Jealous of how you shivered under Minho’s touch, jealous that she's going to call Binnie “Sir” tonight. Chan wants her to call him Sir.

He watches Jisung’s head bobbing up and down. It's different with Jisung though. When he saw you with him he felt a surge of happiness and love. He’d jerked off to you both in the pool earlier that day. You looked so incredible together, the two people he loves, sliding together perfectly and bringing each other so much pleasure and taking each other to the stars. But Chan longs to be part of it, other than just watching.

Chan’s mind drifts back to the conversation he’d had with Jisung just after lunch. ‘She wants you Channie.’ Jisung had told him. ‘Just as much as you want her.’ The words keep repeating over and over in his brain. Fuck, his heart had began to race when he’d told him that she felt that way, but a voice in the back of his mind says it's too good to be true. Why would she want him? Jisung must’ve heard wrong. But what if it is true? He let himself dare to entertain the thought - just for a moment. What if it is possible that you want to be with him?

“Jisung, I want Binnie to be the last one.” Chan finally declares.

Jisung looks up at him and pops his mouth off Chan’s cock. “So you are going to let it go ahead?” he asks wide eyed.

“I’m so fucking jealous Jisung, but… at the same time I…”

“Wanna fulfill your own sick fantasy of being a creepy Peeping Tom and fuck yourself with your hand alone in a dark room, like you’re watching some real life porno of the woman you want to fuck yourself?” Jisung blinks.

“Jisung you’re going to make me come talking like that… Plus, you make me sound like a sick bastard.”

“Baby, you know ninety percent of what turns her on is you watching, right?” Jisung says between sucks and licks.

Chan thinks about that. Perhaps Jisung is right. If that is the case, then maybe he can just let go and enjoy tonight. It is what you'd asked for. All down to having Jisung there in the room, and him watching through the cctv. That, thought Chan, is probably the best place for him, away from the actual action where he can't fuck anything up.

He imagines what Binnie might do to you. He imagines your calling out “Sir” to him while he ties you to some equipment and call her a dirty slut. He imagines Binnie spanking you and leaving bruises that last for days. Chan grits his teeth and feels a fury rise in his gut. How can he really be okay with this going ahead? But you'd asked him for this, he keeps repeating to himself. This is what you want, and he can't help himself but to give you what you want. He loves making you happy. But what if Binnie is too much for you? You really have no idea what you're getting into. Isn’t it Chan’s duty of care to keep you safe?

Chan thinks he's going to break down and cry right there and then. His breath starts to become laboured, and not from the amazing work Jisung is doing to his dick. Calm down, he tells himself. Get a grip.

Chan tries to shift his thoughts. He concentrates on watching Jisung and the sensations of his mouth on his cock. He imagines it's you sucking his cock. Not like the night before, but slow and sensually. He imagines you, Jisung and himself entangled together in a post sex, blissed out state and falling asleep in each other’s arms and whispering ‘I love you’s’. He imagines waking up to you both each morning, having breakfast together.

It's too much for Chan. He comes without warning into Jisung’s throat before breaking down and sobbing loudly.

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~ y/n pov ~

Why is your heart hurting? Why are you having second thoughts? Why is visualising Chan watching it over the camera making you feel wet? Why does your pussy clench when you think about Binnie calling you names? Why do you feel weak with desire when you imagine calling him Sir? Why do you feel like you're going to come at just the thought of calling Chan Sir? Why do you want to torture Chan by making him watch you be pleasured by another man, and at the same time you just want to give yourself only to him and Jisung?

You walk down the hallway heading back to your room with a million thoughts running through your mind and sick feeling swirling around your stomach. This wasn’t supposed to happen. None of it. It was meant to be a simple creative getaway, and all that’s happened is you've awakened your desire to fulfill a few fantasies, and managed to fall in love. With two men! The only bright side is that at least the two men are actually together.

What are you saying? This is so fucked up! You're so fucked up!

Do you go ahead and let Binnie fuck you, or do you just go to Chan and fucking confess you have feelings for him? And if Chan really does fucking know how you feel then why the fuck won’t he make a move?

You're so angry that he just won’t talk to you about it. He’s sending you mixed signals and you can barely stand it anymore. He doesn’t seem to have an issue with you knowing he gets off on watching you be sexual, or getting a blow job in front of you, or fucking Jisung WHILE Jisung fucks YOU. And why they hell does he think you'd let him fuck your face if you didn’t want him to?

Nope. Chan is just a pussy who won’t communicate his feelings. You had given him a clear opportunity to stop tonight’s plans in that meeting and he didn’t take it.

That’s it. Chan is going to watch you get fucked by Binnie. And if he doesn’t like it, he’ll have to do something about it.

Your phone beeps. A text message. It’s Binnie.

“I need to talk to you. Meet me in the recording studio. NOW!”

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#skz smut #bang chan smut #han jisung smut #han jisung x reader #bang chan x reader

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annab-nana · 11 months

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Public kiss with Peter and the Avengers spying on them

they never leave peter alone and i think it's so funny. also this isn't very public, but it is very sneaky and spied on

warnings: not proofread, the avengers know no privacy when it comes to peter's love life

❀ masterlist ❀

if peter could choose one word to describe the avengers, it wouldn't be something most people would think of like valiant, strong, cooperative, or leaders. he would choose something more along the lines of invasive, nosy, or meddlers.

as soon as peter felt himself start to develop feelings for you, he did everything in his power to make sure that the team knew nothing of it. he would come to the compound after school, train, do his homework, eat, shower, go to bed, and then wake up to go to school and repeat the whole process again.

most weeks, peter stayed with his aunt may at least a couple times a week. that was his cover. if he was staying with may, he didn't feel the need to check over his shoulder when he was texting you. he didn't think he had to shut the door and talk quietly when on the phone with you. he could actually have you over at may's instead of always going to your place like he does when he stays at the compound.

he made one mistake though.

his spider-man mask wasn't properly tucked away as he normally had it and through the cracked-open door of his closet, one of the eyes of his mask could be seen from the outside. from where you were sitting on his bed, you couldn't see it. but it had a perfect view of peter.

"hey tony, you might want to look at this," steve called from down the hall at the compound. there was no urgency in steve's tone which piqued tony's interest and caught the attention of nat, bruce, and thor. the four followed steve to the control room where they directed their focus to the screen that bucky, sam, and wanda were staring at.

"it's just parker," nat commented flatly, "what the big deal?"

she watched the boy who nodded his head in response to someone else in the room with him before he threw his head back in laughter.

"that," sam emphasized, "is the big deal."

"who is he talking to?" thor inquired.

bruce added his input. "couldn’t it just be his aunt?"

"look at his eyes. look at his smile," wanda explained. "that is a boy in love."

bruce came back in with some logic. "but what if he's just talking to his aunt about a girl he likes?"

"i don't think may wears baby blue converse," tony stated while pointing to the shoes that were on the floor by peter. "and he has his shoes still on. those aren't his."

the group continued to watch the screen as if they were watching a dramatic soap opera on tv. they treated it like detectives on a case, making mental notes of all the details they were seeing so they could act on helping peter get the girl.

a few moments later, you walked past peter out of the room to use the bathroom. they couldn't get a good view of you. all they really saw was your legs.

"see?" tony told them when he saw the socks on your feet, "told you the shoes weren't his."

"i'm going to go get a snack," thor announced, "i'll be back."

for second, it looked like peter was looking right at them and their suspicions were confirmed when they saw peter's eyes widen and his hand reach out to shut the closet door. however, you came back into the room, so he stopped to look less suspicious.

when you sat back down on the bed, you didn't sit at the head of the bed as you did earlier. no, you chose to sit on the end of the bed closer to peter. you leaned forward and reached down to point at the textbook in peter's lap, looking like you were asking him a question about whatever you two were working on.

"i wish we could hear them," sam spoke lowly with his eyes directly on the screen, waiting for something to happen.

"i think he has the mask stuffed in his bag or something because the audio is muffled. all we’ve got that’s good is the visual," steve shared.

tony tsked. "the kid needs to take better care of his suit. he's going to mess it up at some po-"

"shh," wanda commanded before pointing at the screen. "look."

when peter turned his head to answer the question you had asked him, the distance between you and him seemed to be so much smaller than it was before. peter noticed it. you noticed it. the avengers noticed it.

though they couldn't see it, your eyes dropped from peter's to his lips. you must've asked him something too because he nodded and you crashed your lips onto his.

like a group of fans watching their favorite team score, the group of avengers erupted into cheers, hugging each other like this was one of the biggest accomplishments of their lives. they cheered louder when peter pushed the book off his lap and pulled you into the free space he now had there.

"what?!" thor shouted when he opened the door in a rush. "what did i miss?"

"they're kissing!" tony exclaimed. "my boy is growing up."

"man," the god pouted, "i miss everything cool."

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chronicbeans · 1 year

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I feel like I request way to much and I can't remember if I made this request already 💀 I imagined puppeteer reader having to show wally basic human things like brushing your teeth and hair and that you have to wash your clothes and when they say this wallys just like "more clothes pls" and after a lot of begging reader gives in and takes him shopping and when they're out wally sees a couple being all affectionate and is just like ":O is this how you guys show affection wowow" and tries to pull the same moves on reader 💀 (can be romantic or platonic I just love the idea of wally unknowingly rizzing up reader 😭)

OMG YES. More human Wally being confused.

Human Wally and Puppeteer Reader (part 2):

🍎 Day 3: this man is helpless. Like, you know it isn't really anyone's fault, since he is used to being a puppet and not a human, but... Come on! He tried to eat the toothpaste! Actually, not even that... HE DID EAT IT. He said he ate it because it smelled nice, so it probably tasted good, too! He was perfectly fine, afterwards, too. Sometimes you wonder if he is really entirely human...

🍎 So, when you finally decide to try to teach Wally how the shower actually works (all this time he has been sitting under the water in his clothes), you take GREAT CARE in doing so. He seems to take things very literally or get more interested in something else. Also, you don't want him to eat the shampoo or soap.

🍎"Okay, Wally, lets go through this nice and easy..." you carefully, very carefully, and extremely carefully talk over the process of how to wash his hair and body, as well as how to dry himself off. You also make sure to make it absolutely CRYSTAL CLEAR that you don't wear your clothes in the shower, and to instead take them off and leave them outside the door, for now. When you tried to go over how to brush his hair, he raises his hand and says "Oh! I got that, already! How else do you think I get my hair this well made up?"

🍎 So, you ask him, after about an hour of teaching, if he is ready to try to shower properly. He nods in excitement, watching as you leave to let him try it.

🍎 It sounds like a warzone. You have no idea what is going on, but you are way too scared to find out. You do notice that, even if he has done nothing else properly, he has left his clothes outside the door. You snatch them up, glad that you can finally get them washed up and rid them of the numerous toothpaste, ketchup, and paint stains on them.

🍎 You end up asking Angela if he can borrow some of Henry's father's old clothes, which she has refused to throw away. She was extremely torn... letting that... THING wear his clothes? But, eventually, she ended up going along with it. She had said that it was probably what he would've wanted. He was always happy to give to those in need. So, you neatly fold and outfit up, and leave them outside the door.

🍎 Two hours later, he finally gets out and peaks his head out the door to get his clothes, only to stop when he sees that they are gone. "(Y/N)! Help! Someone stole my clothes! I can't go out like this! I need to look nice!" You rush over, sighing as you point to the folded clothing, looking up to Wally, who is hiding behind "Put these on. Your clothes need to be washed." "If they needed to be washed, I could've just worn them in the shower." "PUT THE CLOTHES ON PLEASE-"

🍎 He comes out, wearing the plain white dress shirt and black dress pants you got him. To your shock, he somehow got his hair styled into his classic pompadour, even though you don't know if you have the product for it. The bathroom is mysteriously clean, despite the chaos you heard from it. Now, its time to buy him some clothes of his own.

🍎 He is like a child on Christmas morning. He sprints through the clothes aisle, getting lost three times during your trip. He throws practically anything he can find in there that resembles the clothes he wore on the show, with a few extras added on. He even runs to the women's aisle to grab a few dresses, saying they reminded him of the few times he played a princess in Sally's plays. Oh! And they also look pretty!

🍎 At the check-out, he can't help but notice these two people behind you who are acting really odd. They are cuddling really close and using the most sugary of compliments to refer to one another. Is that how he is supposed to show affection to you? He hasn't seen you do that or have that done to you... Oh no! You must feel really lonely! He needs to fix this, as your most devoted puppe- umm... Human!

🍎 As you are putting the numerous bags of (really expensive) clothing into your shopping cart, you feel Wally latch onto you from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck as he says things like "I love you so much, sugar cube!" or "Let's get married, someday!" You wheeze from both how tight he is holding you and shock, not knowing where this lovey-dovey behavior came from. Sure, he was always clingy, but it was more in a "worship" way, not "we are suddenly dating now" way.

🍎 The cashier giggles, mentioning how the two of you are "such a cute couple and would make an even cuter married couple!" You decide to stay quiet in the store, walking out with the clothes in the cart and Wally hanging onto you like a lifeline.

🍎 You pack everything in the car, before sitting in the driver's seat and turning to Wally. "What were you doing back there? Are you trying to like, date me or something? Is this weird worshipping schtick you have going on not enough to you?" When he explains what he saw and why he was doing it, you calm down a bit. Just another case of Wally being a little confused, but having the right spirit. "Okay... Just remember that that sort of behavior is usually reserved for romantic partners or trying to get a date, okay? Reserve that for someone you really, REALLY love. I don't know how to explain it. Like, butterflies in your stomach, a nice burning in your chest when you are near them. That sorta love."

🍎 Butterflies in his stomach? Burning in his chest? Near the person he loves? He gets those things near you! There is also this new, beating in his chest ever since he became human. That must be love, too! He looks to you, saying "So... Continue treating you like that. I got it."

#welcome home #welcome home arg #wally darling #wally darling x reader

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yujeong · 3 months

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.... You know... Vegas canonically making sure to check if his pets are healthy in all aspects of their existence is something that has such potential for pure *filth* and I need to dissect it a little bit. (Warning: this is going to be gross. I'll be talking about excrements. I'll be describing things in detail; not much, but enough to probably make someone gag, so skip this if it's too disgusting for you to read.)

So, ok. The whole fandom has had ideas about how Pete could be getting cleaned at the safehouse. Most of what I've seen is Vegas taking him to a separate room to clean him up or to give him a shave - lovely fics out there, I have to say - and I agree with that idea. The room doesn't have anything in it for Pete to wash himself - - which brings me to the toilet issue. Look. The show didn't even touch on showering, so the very valid question of "How was Pete going to the toilet?" would never be explored, no matter how interesting that would be. (To me. It'd be interesting to me and maybe 2 other people, but still.) I have already explained in this post just how utterly disgusting the safehouse really is as an environment (specifically the room Pete is being held at for obvious reasons), which brings me to this, because one idea I had for the toilet issue was... Vegas leaving a bucket next to Pete to use for his, um, needs. (Generally, I'm very into Vegas humiliating Pete during the safehouse days as a torture method. I believe the dog bowl scene speaks for itself.) Now, one issue in regards to this is the fact that Pete wasn't eating. When your food intake decreases, it leads to constipation, and I can just *imagine* Vegas losing his mind whenever he returned in the room to check if the bucket was full and only seeing piss in there - not much of it, too, because Pete sure as hell wasn't drinking any water. Of course, the next step is dragging Pete to the bathroom to do it there, right? He has to make sure his pet's digestive system is working properly, which means... Vegas staying in the bathroom to watch Pete, checking the contortions on Pete's face, the change of colour on his cheeks, hearing his subtle moans and groans and gasps from his efforts to do the thing, seeing him struggle, sigh, maybe shed a tear or two from the pain. ^This isn't meant to be sexual btw, but it also is in a way, because it's Vegas we're talking about here. Vegas is attracted to all of Pete, to everything coming out of him (heh). So, he watches. He doesn't let Pete touch anything in the bathroom. He doesn't let him flush. He takes him back to the room, locks him there and returns to the narrow space to inspect. He spends minutes staring at Pete's excrements, at how small they are ("Don't they feed them anything at the main family?" he wonders like a hypocrite), he lets the smell invade his nose and does his best to not frown, maybe he lowers his body to have a closer look, to check the colour, the texture and everything else - he wouldn't want Pete to have diarrhea or something, right? - and after spending so much time down there that his knees are starting to hurt, he gets up and pulls the string to flush the toiler (idk why I imagined this type of toiler for the safehouse, but stay with me.) And then, he realizes the toiler isn't functioning properly and the excrements stay there, and suddenly, the morbid fascination he had turns into anger. Why aren't they going away? Why are they still here? So, he pulls and pulls and pulls, maybe he breaks the string from how forcefully he's pulling it and he yells in frustration - worthless piece of shit, can't even flush a fucking toilet - so he ends up grabbing the bucket he'd given to Pete, filling it with water and pouring it in there to make the excrements go away. He succeeds the fifth time, drenched in sweat. See? he says to himself. Maybe you can deal with your shit after all. But this can't continue, he thinks. So what if, in Eileen fashion, Vegas thinks that the best way to deal with this problem is by force-feeding Pete laxatives to help him release the load? And what if that solution makes Pete's stomach worse? What if it leads to him vomiting (which is another result of not eating), making Vegas lose his mind even further? What if Vegas' actions create a circle of grossness he can't escape from? I can go on and on about this, but I'll stop here, I think I got the point across lol. VegasPete are so gross (affectionate) (derogatory) ❤️❤️

#cw gross #oh cool there's a tag for that #yeah anyway this is very weird to write but I'm *fascinated* by the gross and the weird lately #Ottessa girl get out of my head pls #I need to at least *seem* normal #shoutout to Amaranth for the encouragement #they wanted me to post this so here it is #hope you like it my friend #vegaspete #meta post #the mortifying ordeal of dealing with your shit #heh #now if you'll excuse me #I need to start my day so I'll proceed to eat some breakfast

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khaire-traveler · 5 months

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🗡️ Subtle Talos Worship 🪨

Collect rocks/crystals you like

Bask in the sunlight (Cretan)

Take a walk/hike on a sunny day (Cretan)

Light a bonfire; sit in front of it; focus on the warmth and life it provides

Collect bronze colored items; wear bronze colored jewelry

Assert your personal boundaries; make it clear when someone has done something that made you uncomfortable

Get a candle that reminds you of him (no altar needed)

Keep a picture of him in your wallet

Wear jewelry that reminds you of him

Make something with your hands; work hard on a project or item you're creating (Cretan)

Stand up for yourself and others; stand up for those you love

Assert your boundaries; make others aware when they upset you or make you uncomfy

Set boundaries for yourself; I'll only give this much support to that person, I won't stay on my phone for hours before bed, I won't engage with this media that always upsets me, etc.

Have a stuffed animal of a creature that you associate with protection, defense, strength, or the sun (sun = Cretan)

Have imagery of bronze robots/automatons, swords, shields, large rocks/boulders, the island of Krete (Crete), the sun (Cretan), Volcanoes (Cretan), or light (Cretan) around

Learn self-defense; carry weapons on you (pepper spray, pocket knife, etc.)

Learn how to properly use a weapon of your choice; sword, bow and arrow, short sword, spear, pocket knife, etc.

Listen to yourself, especially regarding situations/people that your gut tells you are unsafe; your GUT, not your ANXIETY

Get to know yourself better; know that you know yourself better than others

Disregard unconstructive criticism; work on not taking hate personally (easier said than done, I know)

Fall asleep/meditate to the sound of island ocean waves

Try to eat healthy; fruits, veggies, protein, etc.; take care of your physical body

Grow your own produce or herbs (Cretan)

Support local farms; buy their produce (Cretan)

Support farming/food (Cretan) or humanitarian organizations; support homeless shelters

Volunteer at a food bank, soup kitchen, or farm (Cretan)

Take regular breaks from screens; make sure to go outside for some fresh air (Cretan)

Make sure to wear sunscreen on sunny day (Cretan)

Go cloud-watching (Cretan)

Exercise; get movement throughout your day, even just stretching

Visit the beach or nearby body of water; stick your feet into the shallows; try to ground yourself there

Ground yourself regularly; check in with yourself and your body frequently

Own a sword - it'd be so cool if you did

Play a fighting-based video game; choose a supportive/defensive character

On a tough day, be gentle with yourself; eat/drink something comforting, take a shower, get cozy under a blanket, watch a comfort movie, etc.

Stick affirmational/encouraging notes in places you'll see them throughout the day

Make a list of your personal strengths and weaknesses; try to healthily reflect on ways you can better yourself

Drink fruit or vegetable juices (Cretan)

Paint or draw an island; purchase art of an island from an artist

Support local businesses

Get involved with local communities; support groups, gamer groups, neighborhoods, etc.

Leave good tips for those working in the service industry; delivery drivers, waiters, hospitality workers, etc.

Treat service workers with compassion and empathy; they've got it rough

Build a sand castle; give it some cool defenses

Support the less fortunate in your community

Volunteer at a homeless shelter; volunteer within your community

Donate supplies to homeless shelters; hygiene kits are always needed

This is my list of discreet ways to worship Talos. There are two versions of him most commonly worshipped - that of mainland Greece and that of the island of Krete itself. Both vary vastly; Krete saw him as a bronze automaton Sun god that fathered Hephaestus, while mainland Greece saw him as a giant bronze automaton assigned to protect Krete by Zeus. I gave suggestions for both versions. I hope y'all find this helpful, and take care! 💚

Link to Subtle Worship Master list

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daddyy333 · 2 years

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Come, sit | Sam Winchester x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 2.1k

warnings: sex, oral (reader and sam receiving), pussy eating, dick sucking, reader rides Sam’s face, ?

summary: Sam wants you to ride his face

“Baby, have you seen that really comfy pair of panties anywhere? The dark blue ones, they’re all worn out and you tease me about them” you said, coming out of the bathroom in just a very worn out and loose crop top that’s totally see through and definitely shows your erect nipples. And you were completely nude from the waist down, were you trying to kill him?

“No, I haven’t. But you won’t need it. Come, sit” he said, tapping his bottom lip. You gasped, he was only in a black pair of boxers, cock nearly tearing the fabric with the biggest boner you’ve ever seen him with.

“I…am so wet, right now,” you said, legs nearly trembling before you ran over to the bed, jumping onto him and kissing him harshly. He moaned into your mouth, smiling and grabbing your ass in his rough yet soft hands. He slapped it, then moved his hand down to play with your pussy.

You moaned softly and gasped, hand on his chest pressing into the hard muscle. “Come on, sit on your seat” he said, tapping your ass twice and you chuckled. You bit your lip and said “are you sure?” “Please, baby. I’d love to, I need to!” Sam said and you chuckled.

You slowly crawled up so you were straddling his chest. He shook his head and pulled your top off, playing with your boobs for a moment, twisting your sensitive nipples between his fingertips.

You smiled, grinding on his chest. You moaned, cupping his cheek as you leaned forward slightly. He kissed your navel, trying to push you up to his face. You sighed softly, shuffling forward, hovering over his face.

He grabbed your thighs, forcing you down on him and attacking your pussy. You let out a loud moan, you were already sensitive. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t already thinking about him since you were in the shower.

He flicked your clit with his skilled tongue, circling around the sensitive bud. “Baby- fuck!” You moaned and he shoved his tongue inside, reaching deep and stimulating your g-spot perfectly. God, you couldn’t handle how good he was at this.

You squeezed your eyes shut and groaned as he moaned into your pussy, rubbing your clit with his thumb. “Sam!” You moaned and grinded against his face slightly. He moaned, still tongue fucking you.

His big, strong hands gripped your thighs and continued doing god's work between your legs. You whimpered, running a hand through his hair and pulling slightly. “Baby- fuck- oh god, please!” You begged, tears spilling down your cheeks.

It felt so good, yet it wasn’t enough at the same time. You were a whimpering, crying mess above him, trying to grind your hips and make yourself cum but he knew this just wouldn’t be enough. He purposely wasn’t going hard or fast enough to get you there, he wanted to make you super sensitive and make you cum so hard you can’t even form a sentence.

“Sam- baby….it’s not enough- mmh!” You said and he smirked. He removed his tongue and finger and you gasped and nearly screamed as he plunged two thick, long fingers in your weeping pussy and sucked on your clit so hard you couldn’t breathe properly.

You felt so lightheaded and just simply pleasure drunk, all you could feel was the immense pulsing pleasure between your legs. “Sam! Fuck- please- please- ahhh!” You moaned, so damn loud but you didn’t give a fuck.

It took all but 2 minutes of that and you felt it, oh god you felt it. “Shit- ohh! ugh- don’t stop Daddy- don’t stop I-…oh my god- Daddy! Daddy I’m cumming!” You moaned, your pussy clenching so hard he nearly couldn’t move his fingers, so fast and you couldn’t breathe with how intense everything was.

Your entire body was shaking, mostly your legs though as you squeezed them around Sam’s head, making him moan into your pussy. Your eyes were squeezed shut, tears leaking out of them as the moans and whimpers you couldn’t even hear yourself making came out. All you could feel was the pressure and throbbing in your pussy as you came, and then almost intense but pleasurable urge to pee.

“Sam- mmh- uhh!…stop- I can’t…oh- I’m gonna- ahhhhh!” You moaned, almost pornographicly as you felt the most intense orgasm you’ve ever felt in your life. You were nearly sobbing, Sam sucking harder on your clit to make you feel even better.

“Oh my god- ohhhh! ahh! ahh! Daddy!” You moaned, breathing so hard as it just kept going. You had no idea what he did to you but this was by far the best orgasm you’ll ever have. Lasted forever practically and holy shit did it feel good.

When you finally stopped cumming you were so lightheaded and weak, you were leaning against the headboard as you panted. Your pussy was still clenching and twitching softly, you literally hadn’t felt anything that good in your entire life.

He slowly pulled his fingers out and licked a stripe from your clenching hole to your throbbing clit. You whimpered, trembling slightly. He kissed your pussy one last time and grabbed your hips, moving you down about the middle of his chest to make sure he didn’t seriously overstimulate you as you tried to calm down.

“Baby? Hey, look at me, beautiful. Can you do that for me?” He asked and you took a deep breath, your eyes fluttering open as you cupped his cheek. You were going to say something but you were so exhausted. You sighed and placed a hand on his chest, obviously really spent.

“Hey, hey why don’t you take some deep breaths for me, huh? You’re good, baby, you did so good sweetheart” he said, still holding your waist to make sure you stay up. You finally felt like your heart wasn’t gonna beat out of your chest and you weren’t going to pass out and then you said “I’m sorry…”

“About what?” He asked, watching you shimmy down so you can lean forward and kiss him. You sighed and said “the whole….mess and ever- hold on, I know a lot of…something came out of me- where is it?” There was almost no mess on the bed, which shocked you.

Sam smirked and ran his tongue over his teeth, as if he’d just had the most delicious meal on the planet, which wasn’t entirely incorrect. You gasped and said “oh my god- Sam, ew! I’m like pretty sure I probably peed myself” “no, baby. You squirted. And might I say, it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen you do” he said and you shook your head.

You laid your head on his chest and yawned, shaking your head. “That’s some stupid made up thing you see in porn” you said, whimpering a little when your legs twitched again. He chuckled and said “well you just did it so how is it made up?….Did you not like it?” “God, no it’s the best thing I’ve felt in my whole life” you said, making him laugh a little.

“Do you…need anything?” You asked and he took a deep breath. He caressed your cheek and said “I can just…go take care of it in the bathroom” “no, babe that’s not fair. You just made me cum so hard I thought I died for a second you deserve better than your hand” you said, sitting up and drawing patterns on his chest.

“Babe, I- I’m probably gonna be done too quickly for you to get there if I’m being honest” he said and you hummed. He sat up as well and cupped your cheeks, kissing you softly. You smiled and moved so you could lay between his legs. You pulled his boxers off and he grunted, his huge cock springing out and hitting his stomach.

“You don’t have t- ohh…shit- okay…” he said as quickly start sucking on the tip. Just the tip, not a centimeter lower. He groaned and laced his hand in your hair c fighting the urge to push your down. You pulled away, spitting into your hand and jerking him off for a moment.

“Such a pretty cock, baby. All hard and leaking precum, who gets you like this, huh? Who does this to you, baby?” You asked and he bit his lip. He let out a shaky breath, abs clenching a little as he said “you, babygirl…ohh god- only you,”

You shoved about half of it down your throat, using your hand on the rest. “Baby- fuck!” He said and you looked up at him, his eyes were closed as his mouth hung open a little, you just made him feel so fucking good.

You put your mouth back on him, going deeper this time, and hollowed your cheeks. He gasped and moaned pretty loud, pushing you down further. “Come on, baby, you can take it…take Daddy’s cock” he said, grabbing your hair in a makeshift ponytail.

You forced the whole thing down your throat, even though it was uncomfortable you’d do anything to hear his moans and feel his cock throb this hard because of you. “Good girl…such a good girl- ohh yea,” he moaned and you cupped his balls, massaging them, which caused his hips to buck up but you didn’t gag which only got him closer to cumming.

“Fuck…” he whispered, letting up and letting you bob your head on his cock again. You didn’t let up for air, instead just lbreathed through your nose the best he could so you could make him feel good.

“God…ugh- I’m close, baby…” he said, biting his lip trying to stop from moaning so loud. It didn’t help, whimpers forcing their way out of his throat. When you squeezed his balls slightly and deep throated him again, he was seeing stars.

You sucked hard, trying to tighten your mouth and throat enough to really make him have a good orgasm. “Ohh! Ohhh fuck- ohhh fuck- babe!” He moaned, abs clenching, balls tightening up and his thighs trembling slightly.

“Baby- shitshitshit I’m gonna- uhhh! ohhh babe! ahhh! Good fucking girl!…ugh!” He groaned, spilling into your throat. It didn’t stop for a while, he just kept cumming and couldn’t stop. He gasped, breath shuddering as euphoria washed over him completely.

You grabbed his hand, caressing it as he finally stopped cumming. You bobbed your head a few times to make sure he was done and he winced, which told you he was sensitive and spent. You smiled, resting your head on his thigh as he cock softened, resting against his other thigh.

He pet your hair, smiling as he calmed down. “That was…wow, baby- I mean I can’t even put into words how good your mouth feels” he said and you smiled. You sat up and sighed softly, reaching to push back a piece of hair that stuck to his slightly sweaty forehead.

He smiled and pulled you forward, kissing you passionately. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby” he said and you smiled, giggling as he flipped you over so you were on your back and he was ontop. He kissed your neck a few times, lazily caressing your thigh.

He got up with a groan, cleaning himself off and bringing a rag to clean you up too. He put some boxers and sweatpants on and went to the kitchen to get you some water and something to eat when he saw Dean in there.

“Oh, hey…why are you up?” He asked and Deans scoffed. He shook his head and said “cause you and your girlfriend are loud as fuck” Sam blushed and said “I’m sorry…”

“Daddy! ohh Daddy don’t stop I’m cumming uhhhhh” he mocked in a hilariously high pitched voice. Sam laughed and said “welcome to my life back when you were picking up girls left and right and being so loud I could hear you in the damn car outside of motels”

“Oh, screw you. Both of you are way too loud there is no way it’s that good” Dean said and Sam shook his head. He grabbed you some saltines, your favorite, and said “jealousy is a disease, Dean. Get well soon”

Dean shook his head and went to his room, hoping you two were done for the night. Sam came back and found asleep, all curled up with one of his t-shirts that looked huge on you, no panties on and your cheek adorably squished up on the pillow.

He woke you up to eat and drink and pinky promised cuddles after so you would actually eat and drink something. You lazily chewed on a few crackers, leaning against him since he made you sit up so you wouldn’t choke. When he finally laid down for cuddles you fell asleep almost instantly, nuzzled into your sexy boyfriend's chest.

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddissy

Maya Hawke

And I have two others joining the list from the show supernatural,

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Annnd as an impulsive decision,

Lo’ak (Avatar: The Way of Water)

#supernatural #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester x reader #sammy winchester #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester #sam winchester oneshot #sam winchester smut

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seidenbros · 2 years

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Eddie Munson Headcanons - Late 20s Edition

Slightly nsfw here and there, just some things in my head that came up while plotting for fics and stuff

He may have moved into his own apartment, but he visits uncle Wayne at least three times a week to make sure that he's doing alright and eats properly (and because he misses him, but shh)

He’s really good with kids, and an excellent babysitter for his friends. He talks on eye level with them and with his imagination, he’s the best at telling stories. He can captivate a whole group of little kids with these stories. He’s the nice version of the Pied Piper, because children just flock to him - and of course he answers all their questions about his tattoos and his wild hair.

He wants kids himself, always has, he’s just too scared that he will end up like his own father (cue The Amazing Devil with “I will be the man my father never was”), but everybody tells him that he will be a great Dad, especially because he had uncle Wayne as a role model, who took care of a child that wasn’t even his own and showered him with love.

Eddie loves his job, no matter what he ends up doing. Of course, there will always be bad days, but that happens in every job. Still, he is happy at the end of the day, because he gets to do something that he loves.

Mechanic!Eddie comes home from work all greasy and more often than not ends up dragging you to the shower immediately before he gets the whole apartment dirty. This way, he just gets you dirty and gets to clean you up as well, taking his time with soaping you up, because he can’t get enough of touching your body.

Tattoo-Artist!Eddie loves spending time drawing his ideas on your body. Like a phoenix on your back, delicate flowers on your arm, but he especially enjoys drawing on your thighs, draping them over his own legs, and letting his hands travel where they don’t need to be in order for him to paint on you, but you don’t mind at all. It’s therapeutic, the ways he cherished your body.

Rockstar!Eddie misses you whenever he’s on tour, because you can’t come along most of the time. You give him a shirt of yours to take along, while he leaves his favourite sweater with you to wear at night, when you miss him most, especially during the cold months. (I have Hedley’s Sweater Song in my head all the time) At least these nights spent apart lead to both of you learning the joys of phone sex, only for Eddie to drive back after their last concert to get to you instead of waiting till the next day.

Record-Shop-Owner!Eddie (probably my fave) enjoys a few moments of silence once he gets home after being surrounded by music all day. He knows just the right album/single for everyone, and you’ll catch him singing along all the time. The shop is neatly organised so that he finds whatever he’s looking for immediately, and over the time, he’s collected a lot of polaroids with the people he loves and musicians as well that, and these photos are all over the wall behind the counter.

Eddie loves teaching kids to play the guitar (whether it’s in his free time or he makes it a part time job). These kids are just so eager to learn, and Eddie is extremely patient with them, because he would never stop someone from learning something new. He’d the encouragement they sometimes need, when they do not get that from their parents.

Whenever he sees you after you’ve spent some days apart, he’ll hug you close and not let you go for at least five minutes, burying his nose in the crook of your neck, breathing you in, mapping your body with his hands as if he might have forgotten what you feel like - which is ridiculous, because he could never forget, but he always likes to remind himself of how perfect you feel beneath his fingers.

He’s insecure about his scars at first, and that insecurity bubbles up all the time, but you always manage to take that insecurity away, when you use his own words. He always tells you that your scars are just telling the story of your life, that they are a part of you. That your stretch marks are tiger stripes, proof of how strong you really are. So you tell him that, that his scars are a part of him just like his tattoos, that they show what he’s overcome, and as soon as you kiss them, Eddie doesn’t care about them anymore, he only cares about you.

He whispers the most inappropriate things in your ear whenever you’re around your friends, because he knows how much that riles you up, and that you’ll pretty much jump into his arms the moment you’re alone. He knows just how to push your buttons, but so do you.

Eddie loves learning how to cook from you, and in his late twenties, he’s become quite a good cook, so that he surprises you with a home cooked meal when he has a day off work. It doesn’t always work out in his favour, and sometimes, he still burns this or that, but you still love the effort he puts in, because he puts so much love in everything he does for you.

He enjoys it even more when you cook together, all the domestic little things, because it brings you closer together. Arguing over which colour to paint the wall - because black wasn’t an option, but you let him talk you into getting a dark blue kitchen - or which sofa to get for the living room, but in the end, most of these decisions were easy.

Eddie is someone who tried to fix everything himself at first. Leaky faucet? He’ll try his best. The lamp keeps flickering (and no, not because of Vecna or some other creepy shit), he’ll check it out. He wants to do all of this himself, and he’ll pout when you call someone to fix it, because he couldn’t or would have probably electrocuted himself. But you always make it up to him and quickly take his mind off things.

Eddie doesn’t mind using toys in the bedroom. He’s not one of those people who get intimidated because you have a vibrator or anything, no, he’s actually quite interested in everything. Apart from the “show me how you do it” part, and loving to watch you, he also loves to use them on you himself, use them while you two are having fun, because he knows that these toys are not his enemies, they are his friends.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #stranger things 4 #eddie munson headcanons #mechanic!eddie #rockstar!eddie #tattoo-artist!eddie #record-shop-owner!eddie #staffi talks #not all of these are strictly late 20s #but i think they're more prominent then

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sugarushsuga · 2 years

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Roses are Red

Genre/Au's: Fluff; Stablished relationship; College Au; Hockey Au;

Paring: Hoseok x F reader

Words count: 665

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Mentions of violence during a game; implied sexual content.

Synopsis: It’s Valentine’s Day and Hoseok is handicap.

Author note: This year the only deadlines I’m following are the ones at work, all my personal life, therefor my writing as well, won’t have their deadlines fulfilled. That just means I didn’t finish this drabble on time for Hobi’s bday or Valentine’s day (we don’t celebrate it in February here so I couldn’t remember it).

Masterlist

Jung Hoseok is a sweetheart. He is a human walking sunshine. He is the optimistic and cheerful friend in all his groups. He is the goodest of all the good boys.

And he got in a fight during his last game that ended up with blood, time out, game suspension and a dislocated shoulder.

He is not static of staining his perfectly pristine hockey career with a fight that was much more than just pushing or shoving an opponent against the rink glass. But what could he do when the guys spent the whole season provoking him? Hoseok is usually the one who talks sense into his teammates head, when talking doesn’t work sometimes he does some slaps upside the head or puts them on gear duty.

And that’s all the more reason why he is upset with how he lost his cool. Not that anyone on the team teased him, actually the boys, especially the younger ones, plotted a plan to get back at Hyungwon. Luckily, this time, Namjoon talked some sense into their heads and made them drop the idea, but only after Hoseok threatened to tell their coach about it.

Hyungwon’s broken nose is just some collateral damage he got from talking shit and sexual stuff about Hoseok’s girlfriend. Just the thought of it has him seeing red all over again, and the fact that you are nothing but a sweet angel that cares for him and all of the boys on the team makes him even madder.

He’s also upset about his immobile arm, it was just a dislocated shoulder but, it is better to restrain movements and avoid a longer injury for not being careful enough. So, no training or exercise beside the physiotherapy, better safe than sorry.

Hoseok feels like a baby, since his dominant arm is braced, surely he can take the brace off to sleep and shower, but he can’t do many things properly like clean up his room, cook or eat, take notes in class… Seokjin and Taehyung are the ones who are having the most fun with it. Whenever they need to help Hoseok with cutting his food they also try to airplane feed him, especially if it is at the cafeteria.

The last three days have sucked and because you know how your boyfriend is upset you propose a chill date for Valentine’s Day. Just both of you in your apartment, where no one can tease him about feeding him. You promised to take care and pamper him.

That’s everything you planned, his favorite dinner, all food pre-cut on eating bites so he wouldn’t feel like a burden. The new episode of the series you both have been watching together and chocolate cake for dessert. A relaxing bath before bed and a good night of sleep.

That was the plan.

Until after dinner, when Hoseok apologized for the grocery bought Valentine’s Day gift. A box of your favorite chocolates with a note.

Written on a terrible letter, one of someone with a braced arm.

“Hobi,” you say as you carefully straddle his lap on the couch. “Do you have different plans for tonight than the ones I made?”

His good hand quickly rests on your ass, hugging you to him. “Do I?” He asks slowly, lips almost brushing yours.

“Are you hopping on getting laid?” The giggle in your voice makes the corner of his lips turn up.

“Laid? I think I wrote that I’d like to get suffocated tonight.” His breath caresses your face.

“Uhm.”

You hum against his lips as you take them in a kiss. You keep trying to be mindful of his arm as his tongue invades your mouth and you rock your hips on his growing hard on. The note falling somewhere forgotten on the floor as you focus on making his wish come true.

“Y/n,

Roses are red,

The sun gives off the heat,

If your legs are tired,

Use my face as a seat.

Happy valentines day! With love Hobi”

Feedback is always appreciated.

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aidansloth · 2 years

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Corroded Coffin Living Together Headcanons

a/n: I thought about this so much, it has occupied my brain indefinitely. By this title I mean that they are living in the same apartment and some of them are going to work and some to college and stuff (they're in their early 20s)

the times they've forgotten that one of them is taking a shower and walked right in on them are countless

"hey Gareth, did you happen to see the red blank- OH MY GOD I'M SORRY"

"EDDIE HOW MANY TIMES DID I TELL YOU TO KNOCK"

they have their fun

movie nights are a must

before living together they had constant sleepovers (talked about this with @spookyscarydemonbabe , go check out their posts!) but now, they can have them everyday!!!

though it's not everyday because they also have jobs and stuff to do, they are very frequent

no matter if they're touring with the band or if all have their individual jobs to put them through college or even a stable job (mechanic!Eddie and History Professor!Gareth 👀), they find time to spend together

CAN YOU IMAGINE THE CONSTANT MUSIC IN THAT APARTMENT

all of them playing different metal songs from their individual rooms at full volume

or even when they hear one of the others listening to something they know, they start screaming the song with them through the door

then the other responds by singing even louder

and at that point they just burst right through the door

I'm convinced they share clothes and jewelry/accessories and I will die on that hill

"Grant, I swear to god did you steal my pirate necklace again?" "No, I borrowed your pirate necklace again."

Gareth finally teaches Eddie how to take care of his curls properly

I'm sure Gareth has a lot of knowledge on hair care and skin care routines (just self-care in general) from all those teen magazines his little sisters read with him

now he's using his knowledge for a greater good

at first when they move in they're short on money, so they start decorating it and making it more metal by crafting things (mostly DIY stuff)

stuff like, they painted an old wooden shelf they thrifted black and drew DND dice on it, or getting

if something breaks Eddie and Gareth are the ones to fix it

if it's something like a lightbulb then it's Gareth. but if the freezer broke, it's Eddie's job (appliances breaking were a frequent thing for him at the trailer so Wayne taught him everything he knew)

Jeff is the first to scream at the sight of a bug

Grant ignores Jeff's screams as Eddie tries to save the bug from being killed by Gareth

in the end the bug is safely put on the balcony for it to fly away, with a pouting Gareth and a nearly-had-a-panic-attack-over-a-bug-and-now-checking-every-corner-of-the-house Jeff

if one of them takes someone home after and they're still there the next morning, they are all very respectful

Jeff and Grant are even making everybody breakfast (Eddie can't cook for shit and Gareth can only bake)

sure it'll be a bit awkward but they're good at small talk, and if their friend liked this person they can't be all that bad can they?

I'll take a moment to say I kind of headcanon all of them as bisexual

maybe Jeff has a preference for women and Eddie for men

now, their normal mornings

if this apartment has 4 different bedrooms I'm guessing it's going to have 2 bathrooms

the whole morning is everybody shouting at everybody to get out of the bathroom because they have to get ready

since Gareth taught Eddie how to take care of his hair, he's taking hours in there

Grant is very close to smashing down the bathroom door every morning

Jeff is the best at cooking so he makes breakfast for everyone, if he's not there then Gareth's making pancakes

Eddie would probably just eat cereal out of the box, so any other thing is luxury (same honestly)

Grant is very picky about his breakfast, he needs some protein in there or he'll be without energy for the rest of the day

on that note, the coffee drinkers are Eddie and Jeff, while Grant and Gareth prefer tea

Gareth says he has enough energy from his ADHD

they all have their own slippers, all funny ones with animals and characters (yk the ones with Homer Simpson's face? yeah, like that)

they also have tons of mugs, which are a frequent gift from Wayne (yes he gives presents to all of them for their birthdays and Christmas, he's very grateful that his kid has such amazing friends)

Modern!Corroded Coffin would share a Netflix account

they SAY they watch horror movies but in reality they're watching all the kids shows, like How To Train A Dragon, My Little Pony and Pokémon

even all the Equestria Girls movies, they know all the songs by heart, especially the ones from Rainbow Rock, 'cause yk, the battle of the bands

Gareth has a crush on Astrid (don't we all)

all of them still get advent calendars (full knowing that it's a marketing scheme) and in the morning they all open theirs together

I can't even imagine them during covid quarantine, secluded in one little apartment for the four of them

they would probably have started killing each other

their couch is probably filled with food crumbs, since they often eat on it

some stains too, from spilled sodas

maybe ripped a bit, but it's theirs so it doesn't matter

Grant reminds Gareth to take his ADHD meds because he has the best memory out of the 4

they probably caught Eddie taking a dic pic for Steve☠️

they have videogame nights

because the four of them are already there, most Hellfire nights are hosted in their apartment, meaning they have to hear Steve (Dustin and the others' ride) complain about the mess all the time

pretty sure Erica's also complaining

none of them have ever bought a calendar so they never know what day it si, they just turn on the TV to know at this point

having said that, they also never find the remote

"EDDIE WHERE DID YOU OUT THE FUCKING REMOTE?" "I PUT IT RIGHT THERE ON THE SOFA." "THEN WHY IS IT IN THE FUCKING SHOWER?"

they have treasure hunts every night, they also make a game out of it

whoever finds it first gets to eat most of the microwave popcorn

I'll probably make a part 2 to this in the future, I have SO MANY IDEAS

#gareth emerson #gareth emerson headcanons #hellfire club #corroded coffin #stranger things headcanons

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differentavenue · 2 years

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Dark and Steamy Nights W/ Spider-Man

Any!Spider-Man x Afab!reader

Summary: The nights with Spider-Man.

Warnings: SMUT, oral (m to f) ,Fluff

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You only knew Spider-Man in the dark evenings. He only came around when you were alone and vulnerable, like he has some sickly sweet fetish of having the power over you and maybe… some submissive side of you likes it.

“You do keep your window open for a reason, don’cha pretty girl?” He says when you bring up the fact. The young silken voice can be condescending, like he doesn’t like doing the things he does to you, in your very own bed. Or shower. Or balcony.

Doesn’t he like how you taste? When you writhe under his grip, pulling you to the edge of your bed. His fingertips leave marks on your thighs for the next night he’s over. Like his signature on your skin. Then, when he eats like a man starved; sometimes you think he’s just being selfish, taking as much as he can. Though he would take more if he didn’t pity you. “So sweet baby, would do anything to eat you all the time.” His tongue works you through mind shattering orgasms over and over again. The kind that have you gripping the sheets and tangling your fingers in his hair.

He loves how you feel wrapped around him. Especially when he first enters you. The faces you make of tense pleasure mixed with your scent make him feral. When he is fully seated inside you he makes sure to let you adjust; you clench around him and grab any part of him you can. Spider will even web your little hands up, he knows you love it. He’s cocky in that way, he will move slowly, fully pulling out of you before shoving his way back in. “You can take it sweetheart, and you will.” Euphoria washes over the both of you every god damn time he speeds up his thrusts. “Don’t be such a crybaby. You’ve been screaming my name for the past 10 minutes. Take it like a good girl.” And for a split second he will worry he’s gone to far, always making sure you are okay. “You want this? Hmm?” And through your sobs you tell him yes, because he loves when you use your words.

He loves you. He does, but there’s no backing out if he tells you. You would have to know who he is, and he doesn’t need someone hurting you because of him. Then, on those special nights, he makes sure to run you a bath or wipe you off properly. Usually no words are said between the two of you. The feeling of admiration weaves its way in the comfortable air. Once you’re all cleaned up, you are tired from the days events. You always ask him to stay. “I can’t baby. Go to sleep, make sure to dream of me.” He gives a bittersweet kiss, one filled with everything that he wishes he could tell you.

Ave: I desperately need ideas! Please feel free to give me some ;) I do Fluff, Smut, and Angst. As well as any character from any movie or show you can think of. Thanks for reading ❤️

#Spider-Man #andrew!peter fluff #andrew!peter imagine #fluff #marvel #peter parker #smut #tom!peter parker #tom!peter x reader

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mystery-star · 9 months

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(K)night in Black Armor (Part 26) – Spock (Mobster!AU)

Pairing: Spock x reader

Warnings: self-doubt, aftermath of molesting, death, violence, attempted murder and rape

Words: 3669

All parts: Series Masterlist

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For a while, Spock said nothing, then he leant closer and hugged you but remained quiet.

“None of what anyone said is true. And there is no reason to think that your old life makes you undesirable in any way. It only makes you strong” he whispered in your ear. “All that matters now is that you are with me and that you mean everything to me” he pressed a kiss to your head “Have they hurt you in any way?” sobbing, you started telling him what had happened in the car and what Medusa did when you refused his ‘offer’. You could feel him pressing you closer “I will kill them” he muttered, probably more to himself. Somehow you weren’t sure if he was serious or not. You wouldn’t put it past him.

“Don’t you still need him? For information?”

“He is a threat and I am certain that if I just get rid of him, there will be no more trouble for us”

“What if some other Romulanos want revenge? Or would you do it in a way that they never find out who it was. Besides, why do you need to kill them? You could just teach them a lesson?” he gave a shrug

“They deserve death for what they did to you” also you gave a shrug.

“Can we go home?”

“Of course. Unless you wish to be in the hug longer”

“I do but I also wanna get home. We can cuddle there”

“Very well” he let go of you after pecking your forehead and started the car. As he drove out of the parking place, you took out the fruit juice from the bag and started nipping on it with the straw. You also took out one of the sandwiches and unwrapped it, tucking up your knees again.

“I thought you didn’t like someone eating in your car” you said with a side glance to him

“(Y/N) it is dangerous to have your feet on the seat. Please put them down”

“Why?” he explained that if something happened and the airbag opened, it could break your legs or worse. With a sigh you did as he said (even though it really hurt your ass to sit on it properly) and watched how he placed his phone in the holder at the front of the car, telling it to call someone.

“Is there an update on the operation?” he asked

“No, not much. They’re still talking” he threw a glance at you

“Then perhaps you can explain why I am currently driving home from San José with (Y/N) beside me after she called me and begged me to pick her up?”

“Oh?!” Spock went on scolding the mobsters that were supposed to have an eye on you (and that didn’t tell him you were gone) they tried to talk themselves out of it by claiming they had thought you only would be gone for a short while and then they had tried to find you themselves. Somehow you were quite glad that you were not them, despite everything that had happened today. Finally, Spock seemed done, at least for the moment because he ‘promised’ to continue this later. For a while it was silent, then he asked you to tell him everything that had happened after you met Medusa in the café. At some parts, your voice broke and you could see him gripping the steering wheel tighter that his knuckles turned white. You hoped that he would never be mad at you like this.

By the time you arrived home, you had opened more than half of the things Spock had gotten you. Not because you were so hungry but because you wanted to try the things and felt like eating in frustration.

“Would you like to take a shower?” Spock asked as you entered the house. You actually had never been so glad to be home.

“Yeah” you replied

“If you want, I can have a look at your injury afterwards” despite everything you could chuckle

“In other words, you want to have a look at my butt”

“Only for medical purposes”

“Sure” you told yourself and walked straight upstairs to get some new clothes that you could put on after the shower. You even tried to check how your ass looked in the mirror but you couldn’t see it properly. All you did notice was that it was bleeding and had dark stripes on it and that taking shower hurt. Once you were done, you didn’t even put on panties or pants and went to look for Spock first. You found him on the couch with his laptop, which he put aside “I uh…” you said and he noticed your state of undress and gave a nod. Since you didn’t know what else to do, you lay down on top of him, that your ass over his lap that he could have a look. You saw him opening a tube with cream

“May I?” he asked

“Of course. Just be careful”

“Always” he promised as he gently started applying the cream on your hurting butt. Some parts hurt more than others and you sometimes let out a whimper, making him apologize each time. When he was done, a part of you was relieved while the other was sad because you had enjoyed it more than you had thought you would. Slowly, you put on your panties (not the pants because you thought it was better to give the injury a bit more air) and tried to figure out the best way to sit to not hurt your ass even more. Finally, you just lay down on your side, placing your head in his lap

“Okay for you?” you mumbled

“Very much so” he confirmed, stroking some hair out of your face “I know you have eaten in the car but if you want, we could cook dinner”

“I’m not hungry right now. But you can do something if you’re hungry”

“No, I am not. I thought, that later on I could make a pizza” you snorted

“Don’t tell me it’s your green thing. You know the one with the pesto sauce instead of tomato that is littered with anything that’s green and only has so little cheese on it that you don’t even notice. The thing that’s an insult for all pizzas. Not that I want to say I don’t like your… green thing, I just think it shouldn’t be called a pizza”

“No, I meant a real pizza”

“With lactose free cheese, I know” for a while you were silent.

“I’m glad to be home with you now”

“As am I”

“Maybe I should let my friends at the Stella know that I won’t return until the next meeting with Medusa”

“I do not want you to go”

“To the Stella or the meeting?”

“Away from me in any way”

“I don’t want to do it either. But it has to be. We also need to figure out what to do because this next meeting will be the one he realizes that there will be no Bettsy”

“Leave it all to me. I will take care of it” you agreed and fell into silence again. Suddenly, you felt his hand on the outside of your thigh, gently stroking your skin. It made goosebumps erupt on your skin and he started to move his hand up a bit. It also wandered to the inside of your thigh. For some reason, you weren’t sure if you liked it but you didn’t stop him. You stilled that he wouldn’t get worried or even stopped. But just before his hand reached your middle, you winced and shifted a little and you felt his hand still “(Y/N)?” he asked

“Hmm?” you asked

“Is something wrong?”

“No” you said quickly

“Yet you seem like there is something bothering you. Is it my touch?”

“I don’t know” he didn’t reply but removed his hand “What’s wrong?” you wanted to know

“I will not continue until you confirm that you are alright with it and want me to”

“That doesn’t matter. I mean…”

“It does matter” he interrupted you “I promised I would never do something you are not comfortable with”

“Yes but it’s nothing big, it’s just…”

“That makes no difference. If you say no or are unsure about it, I will respect that” you didn’t quite know what to say

“Thank you”

“You do not need to thank me. It should go without saying” instead, he moved his hand up to your face to stroke your cheek, making you hum in approval.

“I’m sorry”

“For what?”

“That I’m being oversensitive”

“It is logical after what happened and you have the right to say no all the time”

“Or a safe word” you muttered, more to yourself

About an hour or two later you had dinner anyways and of course he wanted to know what you’d like to do this evening but you didn’t really know yourself.

“How about we do something fun, something distracting?” you suggested

“What did you have in mind?”

“Well, you have your nice party room in the basement. It even has a bar, we surely can find something” and so you were behind the counter, mixing drinks with your husband. Since he didn’t have many soft drinks to mix them with, you just used a few and so of course many drinks tasted quite different from how you remembered them. Then you asked if you could play pool (although you knew you’d probably lose). But it was fun to play with him because unlike customers, he didn’t bet on who’d win and he also tried to help you. Sometimes he even granted you an advantage, for example that you always had two tries. Part of you found it very interesting to watch him plan and prepare his next shot. He’d walk around the whole table and lean down, trying to figure out the angles as he had tried to explain you, adjusting a little, looking again and all over again before he was happy and pushed the white ball. On the other hand, it meant you had to wait for quite a long time until it was your turn but today you had drinks that helped you getting distracted.

“(Y/N), we have a slight problem” was how Garret greeted you when he called you in the middle of the night two days later

“Why, what’s happening?” you asked sitting up in the bed, ignoring Spock’s questioning look

“The Romulano you’ve been meeting, Medusa, he’s been here”

“What? What did he want? What did he do?”

“He wanted to see you”

“Shit. What now?”

“I told him it was your night off and that you’re currently out of house”

“Is-is he still looking for me?”

“I guess he’s still on the parking space outside. He really wants to meet you as it seems. But he’s left a new cell phone for you and says you should call him. Oh and he made a comment about how it’d be a nice time to be spending time with Bettsy tomorrow afternoon” you glanced to Spock and gave a nod

“Okay. But does it mean I should come to the Stella now?”

“Not necessary” Spock disagreed

“Why?”

“I will send two men there to see if they are still there”

“And if they are?”

“I am certain they will leave if they notice some of our men there”

“And that won’t be suspicious at all?”

“Men have needs” he replied, sitting up too and getting his phone

“So you won’t be coming?” Garret concluded, making you look at Spock. He shook his head so you told this to Garret “Alright. Might be even better and safer for you” but you knew one thing; tomorrow you’d have to go there anyways in order to get the phone and call Camillo. And maybe then you’d have to stay at the Stella until you met Bettsy.

The next morning, however, Spock told you that the two men he had sent to the club had taken the phone here for you. It relieved you, also because it meant that Spock would be there when you had to do the phone call, which you wanted to get over with as soon as possible. Just like the Romulano had suggested, you lied that you would be meeting Bettsy this afternoon. He seemed very pleased and reminded you to wait for her in front of the Stella. Of course Spock offered to drive you but you declined, knowing it wouldn’t be good if someone saw you with him, so you took the bus. Until it was time to go outside and see Camillo, you got changed and spent time with the little girls. Then, five minutes before you were supposed to meet Camillo and twenty minutes before you told him that Bettsy would come, you went outside. Then a car drove onto the parking space and Camillo got out, dressed in casual clothes, some that you thought were better fit for a teenager. He nodded at you, pulled the cap deeper into his face and lit a cigarette which he started smoking while leaning against the wall on the other side of the building. You had agreed that he would stay away from you before Bettsy came but you didn’t know why he took the car here. After all only two other cars where here, which was usual for the daytime. For a while you waited, then checked the time on the phone Camillo had given you and saw that in two minutes, Bettsy should be arriving. Better said that would be about when the Azienda would take action as Spock had promised. About four minutes later, Camillo came over to you.

“Waiting for someone?” he asked

“A friend” you played along. Maybe she missed the bus?”

“I hope it’s only that” he growled and you could hear the hidden threat. “When’s the next one?”

“Fifteen minutes?” you replied

“Maybe someone drove her?”

“I don’t know that. We just agreed on the time. How she gets here is her thing” he let out a grunt and moved away again. But even before he was back at the place he’d been before, there was a loud exploding sound and before you could turn around, you were knocked over. Instantly you curled up and moved your back to the explosion with a fast beating heart. What was going on? As soon as it got quieter you carefully looked around and saw that the car in which Camillo had come here was in flames. You let out a gasp and before you could even do something, you were yanked up by the collar

“What is the meaning of this, whore?” Camillo shouted

“I-I don’t know” you stuttered and instantly got a fist to your face

“Don’t lie to me! I bet Carter is behind this”

“He told me of nothing he had planned! He doesn’t even know about the meeting today. I wanted to tell him when it was over” you lied. His hands were around your neck, choking you while he lifted you from the ground that you were standing on your tiptoes.

“There will be nothing for you to tell him if you don’t tell me the truth right away! Admit this was a trap” in a way it was the truth because you really had not calculated with that bomb.

“I-I know of no such thing. I only called Bettsy and told her to meet me here”

“Did you warn her?”

“No”

“Then what is going on?”

“I don’t know” you choked out, this time now even lying and fruitlessly tried scratching his arms to get his hands away from your face. Then you remembered something else and grabbed both his pinkies, yanking them back until you heard a weird cracking. He let out an agonized scream but let go of you. You fell to your knees, holding your neck and trying to get air into your lungs. Before you could get up, he kicked you in the stomach, making you fall over before he pulled you up again.

“That was very, very stupid. Just as I was playing with the thought of letting you live” you only spat in his face, which probably wasn’t the best thing to do but all you could think of. In an instant, he slammed you against the wall and despite everything you could start to wonder why no one of the Stella had come out when they heard the explosion. “I don’t know if or when Bettsy will be here but you won’t be alive to see it” he was tearing on your skirt “However, I will make most of your last moments” he breathed in your ear. You started to feel sick and tried to get away from him but to no avail. When his hand was on your thigh, sliding up and yanking down your panties, you only closed your eyes, trying to focus on a plan to escape. But suddenly his hands were gone and Medusa let out a choking sound. Trembling you pushed him away and opened your eyes. It took you a moment to register what was going on. You were not alone anymore, no, Camillo was held by a man who was choking him with a wire or something. And when you saw him it was clear what was going on; Spock was fulfilling his promise to kill them.

“Spock” you shouted, scared to no end. His face looked like murder and somehow you knew that if you did nothing, Camillo would die at his hands. And of course you now also knew the reason for the explosion. “Stop it”

“Run” he only said “Take Bettsy, the parking lot down the street, and run”

“No! You’ll kill him”

“He deserves nothing else”

“But you can’t! There are other ways!”

“Moments ago, he has tried to do the same to you”

“But you’re better than him. Please” you looked at him and finally, your husband relaxed and let go of Camillo, who started coughing while you slowly went closer to Spock.

“Go. Leave”

“Not without you” you said, placing a hand on his arm. For the first time since he was here you noticed his outfit and it made you swallow hard. A black turtle-neck sweater, black cargo pants and heavy looking boots, black too of course. When Camillo tried to get back up, Spock removed your hand from his body and kicked the Romulano in the face, probably breaking his nose, judging by all the blood. You didn’t think twice and wrapped your arms around Spock from behind, asking him to come with you.

“Not yet. We have to take him with us”

“Then come” you let go of him and pulled on his sweater. He took out a car key and tossed it at you.

“Get to the grey Volkswagen Van at the parking space at the end of the street and open it” you gave a nod and started jogging away, throwing back a glance to check what Spock was doing. To your relief, he grabbed Medusa under the armpits and started dragging him away. Before you even left the parking space of the Stella, someone ran into you and brought you to the ground. You gasped in pain while you were pulled back up.

“Watch out” you muttered and tried to get away but to no avail. When you looked at the person, you swallowed. It was one of Camillo’s men, the one that had come to meet you behind the bathroom of the café last time. “You. Let me go, you motherfucker!” you tried to kick his shin but it didn’t impress him.

“Where is your husband?”

“Where is who?”

“Don’t think I’m stupid, (Y/N)” he took out a gun and held it to the side of your head “I know there’s no Bettsy”

“Since when do you know that?”

“I realized it too late”

“(Y/N)” you heard Spock and he came running towards you without Medusa. The man behind you yanked you up a little, probably that your husband saw the gun against your head.

“Drop your weapons. And then hands behind your head” wordlessly but with a very angry face, Spock dropped two knives, a piece of rope and a gun before putting his hands at the back of his head. You managed to slowly shake your head a little before the man behind you tore you closer to your husband.

“Let her go. You wanted me from the beginning”

“I’m not the one to decide what happens to her. Get away from your stuff and go on your knees”

“Spock don’t” you whimpered but he complied anyways

“Release her” Spock demanded

“I know you well enough that you’d be back on your feet the second she’s away from me. So no thanks”

“If anything happens to her you will regret this”

“How that? Maybe you should have killed me years ago when you had the chance” you let out a surprised sound “Oh yes, (Y/N), we two know each other. And had your husband not been such a pacifist, you’d have escaped today”

“At least he’s better than you” you spat “He has a heart, unlike you. But after what you did today he will kill you anyways”

“If that’s supposed to be a threat it doesn’t work. Spock, why don’t you use the time you got left to tell her about us?” he only looked into your direction with a look in his eyes that made shivers run down your spine and you couldn’t understand how the Romulano couldn’t take it serious. “No? Fine, I’ll tell her. I’m sure you know what happened to his family, right?”

“You were there” you concluded

“Yes, I was. Though your darling husband didn’t know it back then or I wouldn’t be alive now. I think it’s time to tell you secret, Spock”

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