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vanteguccir · 4 months

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Profane | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where during scenes, all the control Y/N has over her life and body is completely given away to Matt's big and perfect hands.

Warning: smut (mdni), dom!Matt, BDSM (!!!), sadomasochism, bondage, dom/sub dynamic, pleasure in physical pain, restraint, degradation, p in v, fingering, multiple orgasm, use of blindfold. PLEASE, read with caution.

Requested?: No.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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"Please, I'll be good." Y/N asked almost in a trance. Her body was sitting on the double bed in her shared room with Matt, her legs crossed and her hands on top of her thighs with palms facing up.

She looked at him through her eyelashes, an expression of desperation on her features. Her heart was racing, and her skin was constantly crawling in anticipation.

“Then take off your clothes for me."

The two had just returned from a party where they hadn't even stayed 30 minutes, the air heavy with the smell of marijuana and drink, the loud music and thousands of people pressed together and rubbing against each other made the couple go mad. They hated this type of event and were wondering why they even agreed to go.

But one good thing came out of it, Matt looked strangely hot in his more-than-ordinary clothes, and Y/N found herself pressing her thighs during all that small time, her pussy asking for contact, but knowing that she should stay in silence and don't beg like a little slut.

But when they got home, there was nothing that could stop her from doing it. After all, she loved being Matt's slut inside four walls.

"Do you want me to-" She stopped her sentence abruptly. She hadn't been allowed to speak.

Matt smiled roguishly, he knew that she had stopped talking precisely because of him, but decided to ignore the fact that she had even opened her mouth.

He loved that, the feeling of power.

The brunette took a few steps forward, stopping in front of his girl, his head slightly tilted down as he analyzed her face carefully, his features carrying a false pity.

He lifted his right hand and brought it to Y/N's face, palm fitting perfectly on her flushed cheek, caressing her soft, warm skin. His thumb traveled to her pink lips, which were slightly wet with saliva from her tongue.

Y/N held back the moan, letting out a sigh instead, when Matt caressed her lower lip, parting her mouth in a silent request to be filled.

"You heard me, baby. If you want me, then take your clothes off." Matt ordered again, his voice was husky and deep. "Now." His thumb left her lips as quickly as he touched them, his ring and middle fingers tapping lightly against her cheek before pulling away completely.

Matt now had a cold look in his eyes, mixed with amusement and lust. His biggest fetish was having Y/N completely submissive to him.

He walked a few steps back, sitting in his gaming chair, spreading his legs so that Y/N could see his erection marking the fabric from afar, her eyes remaining fixed there long enough to make her salivate.

Rising slowly, the girl planted her feet on the ground, taking her hands to the hem of her flowy dress, lingering there while her eyes dipped into the blue pools that stared back at her with intensity.

Y/N looked down momentarily. She knew that if she continued looking at him, she would get lost there.

"Look at me while you take off your clothes, I didn't give you permission to look away." The boy's authoritative and serious tone slightly startled Y/N, who looked up quickly as she swallowed hard, nodding slowly, an apology on the tip of her tongue, which she swallowed back.

Her hands slowly lifted the skirt of her dress, passing it over her hips, then her waist and, finally, her bra-covered breasts, before removing it completely from her body, throwing the piece on the floor beside her.

Her eyes remained on the blue ones she loved so much, her hands working on the clasp of her bra, letting the piece slide down her arms before going to her pantyhose and panties. Her body bent slightly forward as she lowered them completely down her legs.

The girl's eyes now looked at Matt's from below, and she swore she saw the boy swallow hard with the vision.

Her spine straightened seconds after throwing the last piece aside, her naked body completely on display. Her cheeks burned, and she felt her hands tingle as they wanted to cover her private parts. No matter how many times they had done it - and there were many -, she always felt intimidated by the dark-haired man's deep gaze.

"Good, lie down on the bed." Matt ordered again, remaining in the same position as his eyes assiduously watched Y/N's movements.

She nodded, turning to the bed and lying down quietly, keeping her body straight and her eyes on the ceiling as she waited for a touch, order, anything.

Matt slowly got up from his chair, walking to their closet. His hands pulled the door on his side, opening a specific drawer. His eyes traveled over the items there, deciding what he would do that night.

Matt's fingers passed lightly over each object, stopping at specific ones and taking them; that day's scene wouldn't be so intense, since that week he already had to punish Y/N and he knew that her emotional state couldn't handle anything too strong in a short space of time. So he just chose a blindfold and a small rope.

The boy turned and walked back to the bed, standing next to Y/N's head. She could see him in her field of vision, struggling not to look up and see what he was holding. But that wasn't necessary, as Matt raised his hand that was with holding them, showing it to her.

"I'm going to use the blindfold and bind your hands today, do you understand?" He spoke, or rather, stated. There was no opening for complaints or petitions there. Y/N nodded slightly, but Matt's gaze told her he wanted a vocal response.

"Yes." Y/N spoke for the first time since they started, her voice coming out shaky and breathless. She always felt like that when they did a scene, euphoric.

"Lift your head so I can fix the blindfold on you." Matt ordered, bending down slightly and covering the girl's eyes with the marsala red fabric, arranging it so that she couldn't see anything but the dark.

Y/N felt her body heat up instantly, her senses automatically sharpening.

Her arms gave a little jump when Matt's large met held them, not expecting the touch. The boy slid his fingers down to Y/N's hands, pulling them up so that they were above her head, crossing her wrists and tying the rope there in a strategic and perfect knot, taking the ends to the headboard, ensuring that she wouldn't get out of that position so easily.

"Too tight?" The boy's voice sounded too close to her ear, and Y/N had to hold back a groan, rubbing her thighs on the bed as she shook her head no. "Good, stay still."

Honestly, she wouldn't mind if it was tighter; Matt has tied knots that left her skin scarred for days, and she loved it.

Matt's touch and human warmth quickly drifted away, Y/N's body automatically begging to feel him again, even if with phantom touches.

The sound of a zipper opening sounded throughout the room, then the metal of a belt hitting the floor. Y/N's tongue slipped out of her mouth, wetting her lips as the image of Matt's naked body materialized in her mind, her own body reacting almost instantly to it.

Seconds or minutes passed, and the girl's patience was already hanging by a thread as her intimacy seemed to drip against the sheet below. Her mind almost screamed in relief as she felt the mattress dip beside her, and then Matt's body seemed to be hovering over hers.

The boy positioned himself between his girlfriend's delicious thighs, spreading them wider with his knees.

His blue eyes momentarily traveled over the exposed body in front of him; her skin so pale, seeming to beg to be marked, her tits pert, perhaps due to the air conditioning or because of her lust.

The boy lightly bit his lower lip as he got a small glimpse of his girl's pussy between her open legs, the shine of her honey attracting his gaze and it was as if he could smell and taste her from there.

He lowered his equally naked body onto his girl's one, his hands supporting his weight on either side of Y/N's head, his back flexing with his movements. He passed his lips along her skin in an almost non-existent touch, longing to feel the natural taste.

Matt placed his head in the crook of Y/N's neck, starting to distribute kisses and bites to the area, a sigh escaping her lips.

His lips and teeth worked together, taking turns between open, wet lip seals or light bites, which didn't hurt her much, but would definitely leave a mark. The contradiction between pain and caress sent shocks through Y/N's body, making her eyes roll back behind the blindfold.

The boy continued in that intense game between pain and affection in Y/N's jaw, collarbone, boobs and belly, until he reached her hip, darting his tongue beyond his lips and licking the area, blowing immediately afterwards, observing up close her skin shivering.

He gently grabbed her ankles and made her bend her legs so that her feet were with the soles on the mattress, his hands traveling to her knees and spreading them further apart, so that her pussy was completely exposed to him.

He lowered himself again, his lips lightly sealing her thighs, taking turns between that and running his tongue along a certain length. His blue eyes observed Y/N's face once again, noticing her mouth half-open and her head tilted slightly back before planting an open-mouth kiss on the girl's intimacy.

Y/N let out a moan, her hands grabbing the parts of the rope that bound her and pulling lightly, her hips rising involuntarily.

A whimper escaped her mouth as Matt suddenly pulled away, his large hands grabbing her hips and pressing her firmly against the mattress.

“Am I going to have to bind you down here, too, Y/N?” His voice came out as rough as the grip of his fingers against the girl's skin. "Or are you going to stay still like I told you to?"

"I'm sorry. I'm going to stay still." The girl said quickly, her tone was one of desperation and apprehension.

Matt remained silent, his eyes lingering on Y/N as if he was sizing her up, analyzing whether she deserved all the pleasure she was about to receive.

His fingers - which had previously been on her hip - traveled to her waist, squeezing her sides tightly as he lowered himself down again, looking up at the girl from beneath his eyelashes before licking from her hole to her clit, scraping his teeth lightly over the nerve of pleasure.

A moan of pleasure and pain escapes the girl's lips as she struggles to keep her body still. Matt's hot tongue sending shivers all over her body.

The boy continued, taking turns between penetrating his tongue into the hot and wet hole or caressing her clit, sucking the nerve with his lips.

Y/N felt her eyes water from the intense pleasure. That was one of the reasons why she loved and hated wearing blindfolds, her senses were heightened to a point where she could cum just by him touching her body. In other words, oral like the one Matt was giving her, took her to heights too quickly.

When Y/N's face was wet, her pupils dilated, nostrils swollen and face red, Matt finally pulled away, the short nails of his fingers digging into the skin of the girl's waist as he felt her limbs trembling, her mouth open in an perfect O and gasps escaping from there.

Her arms were slightly red in irritation from the position and restriction, and her entire upper body was stained, the marks Matt had made minutes before already creating color. That set of things made her perfect, looking like a goddess.

Matt's pupils dilated like never before, a hungry look taking over his eyes, and with the support of Y/N's waist, he hovered his larger body over his girl's, his lips getting closer to hers but stopping inches away.

The girl felt his hot breath against her face, tilting her chin up as she desperately searched for contact.

Matt pulled away slightly, his eyes watching her with his brows furrowed. He felt ready to destroy her in the best way possible, his darkest desires taking over his mind like a fog, and all he wanted most was to fuck her until she was crying and shaking, unable to say anything other than moan loudly for more.

He brought his right hand to Y/N's neck, his fingers pressing in the perfect spots as he pressed the area against the mattress, keeping her head still again. A choking sound escaped the girl's throat in surprise at the movement.

"I told you to stay still, kitten." He whispered against Y/N's ear, receiving a strangled moan in response.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She asked incessantly, her tone pleading, a request for more hidden in her words.

A sound of disapproval escaped Matt's throat.

"Is your head so polluted by my dick that you can't even process a word?" He said into Y/N's ear, receiving a pathetic whimper in response.

Matt removed his hand from Y/N's neck suddenly, lifting his torso so that he was straight on his knees on the bed, he lifted Y/N's right leg roughly, moving it to the left side of the bed, all the affection in his touches suddenly disappearing.

"Turn around." The boy ordered, his eyes remaining fixed on his girlfriend's face, observing her expressions.

The sentence of disapproval or questioning she wanted to say was swallowed back down hard, she was already too fucked up to do anything wrong again.

Y/N sighed before starting to move pathetically in search of turning her body around, having difficulty due to her hands being tied and the small space she had in the area of her legs, after all, Matt was practically glued to them.

After much effort, her body was turned as requested by the boy, her torso supported on her elbows and her ass completely in the air, giving a show to Matt's hungry eyes.

The boy slid his right hand down her sloping spine into Y/N's hair, his fingers tangling in the silky strands before pulling hard, a moan of pleasure escaping the girl's throat as a result. Her head fell back, and a slight pain radiated through her shoulders and neck from the uncomfortable position.

"Masochism has always been a curiosity of mine, and this only increased after I met you and your tastes, very similar to mine, by the way." Matt pulls hard on the amount of hair he was holding, the surprise of the act drawing a gasp from Y/N. “I think if I cause you enough pain, you’ll cum. Just with it."

A mix of emotions crossed Y/N's features at that. She didn't even have the power to name them all. Her mind automatically tried to project what would come next, a shiver running down her curved spine.

"I'm not going to punish you today, that wasn't my intention for tonight. But I'm going to ask you one question: Do you know why I'm so angry?" Matt asked, leaning his body over Y/N's and bringing his face closer to hers, waiting for an answer. A tug was given to the tangled hair when no response came.

A gasp escaped Y/N's lips at the gesture.

"I-I didn't obey." She whispered, swallowing hard.

"I didn't hear you, kitten." Matt's voice sounded closer than before, his lips touching the girl's right ear. His tone was arrogant and as cold as his eyes, despite the hunger behind the blue orbs.

Matt's left hand left the mattress, his weight resting completely on the surface and Y/N's ass, his hard dick brushing against the girl's wobbly thighs.

He wrapped his now free hand around Y/N's neck again, squeezing more firmly than before as an warning, pulling her head so that it was almost completely lifted, her upper body standing just with the support of his hands on it.

"I... I didn't obey when you told me to be quiet and still." Y/N responded loudly, her voice coming out weak. She could almost feel Matt's smile against her ear.

All she wanted most was to be able to touch him or at least see him, the blindfold intensified her pleasure, but left her lost, making her mind race desperately trying to figure out what Matt's next move would be, what he would do and what he expected from her.

"Um." The boy pondered, his palms itching to give due punishment to the girl at his mercy, but that night his dick spoke louder. "And you're sorry?" Questioned Matt one last time.

"Y-yes Matty, I'm really, really sorry."

"My perfect little slut." He whispers to Y/N, his lips traveling from her ear to her bare shoulder, caressing the skin. He brought his left hand from her neck to his girl's half-open, salivating mouth, inserting his middle and ring fingers roughly, a sound of surprise escaping Y/N's throat. "Suck it."

She took no time in circling her warm and extremely wet tongue around Matt's long fingers, licking all the best spots and sucking hard. She knew she was doing a great job when she felt his cock in her thighs pulsing.

"Shh, it's okay." Matt whispered, feeling her desperation in her actions, taking his completely soaked fingers out of her mouth and bringing them to the girl's intimate area. He didn't try to be delicate. He just inserted them in and expected her to adjust to it easily. "Color?"

"G-green." She moans, spreading her legs wider and pushing her hips against Matt's hand.

"You take me so well, hm?" The brunette murmurs, pulling his fingers out almost completely, before penetrating them again. "So needy."

"M-Matty." She almost sobs, momentarily forgetting the rule of keeping quiet. She wiggles her ass against Matt's hand, pushing her hips further and further back. She just needed him to go deeper and faster. "P-please. Please."

"Be patient." Matt orders in a deep voice, his right hand - which was still tangled in her hair - tightens the strands and pushes her head more firmly against the mattress.

With that, Matt begins a series of rapid movements with his fingers inside her, moving his wrist back and forth so that his digits enter quickly, hitting all the best spots between the sticky walls. The wet sound fills the room, making Matt's dick jump, but he just takes a deep breath, ignoring his own urges.

At some point, he adds a third finger, increasing the intensity of his movements; fast and deep.

Y/N's eyes roll back roughly, the sensation of an orgasm rising through her body like a wave, her legs becoming shaky on the mattress and her fingers gripping the rope, taking on a white color from the force she used.

"M-Matty, I need-"

"Hold it." The brunette interrupted, slowing down his movements almost instantly.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

His thumb gently stimulates her clit, while his fingers remain still inside Y/N, enjoying the sight of her body moving back and forth pathetically, whimpers escaping her lips.

"M-Matty." She gasps, tears streaming from her eyes from the stimulation. "P-please, I need, p-please-"

"Not yet, kitten." Matt moves his thumb even slower, and Y/N feels her head spin, like she might pass out before she even gets the permission. "Wait."

He bends down so that his face is close to Y/N's spine, his lips brushing the area while his beard scrapes the sensitive skin, envisioning the redness that would result. He could feel Y/N's walls contracting around his fingers, her hips moving almost imperceptibly, desperate for something, anything.

"You can cum." He allowed in a low voice, having to move his wrist just one more time before Y/N's orgasm hit her.

Y/N felt her peak travel from her feet to her head like lightning, her body shaking completely, Matt's fingers keeping her upright. She pulled her hands down instinctively, the pain of the rope on her wrist only increasing her pleasure. Her eyes rolled back so hard she could have sworn they could've popped out of their sockets. Her mouth opened, and the dirtiest moans came out of it.

"Do you want your gift, now?" Matt asked a few minutes later, as the impact of the orgasm subsided over Y/N's body, wiping his fingers on the sheet beneath his body.

It was impossible for her to even breathe right now, let alone utter any words, so she was content to just nod her head, hoping Matt could see it.

"Good. Color?"

"G-green, Matty." She responds weakly, pushing her hips back, yearning to be filled by him.

"So desperate." He murmurs, taking his cock in his right hand and giving it a few thrusts, before pressing his head to Y/N's extremely wet entrance.

"Please." Y/N whimpers as she pants, firmly pushing her hips back again.

The sound of the slap comes before the pain, Matt having used his right hand to deliver the blow to Y/N's ass. She knew that was just a warning to keep quiet and still, swallowing hard as she closed her mouth.

Matt massaged her skin where he had hit, wetting his lips briefly with his tongue, deciding to be silent, he knew that she knew why he did it.

The boy inserted only the head of his cock into the slippery hole, stopping his movement, the wet walls seeming to want to suck him in with how much it contracted.

"Your pussy want me that much, baby?"

"Yes, yes, yes." He hears Y/N murmur like a prayer, her thighs trembling against his, and Matt soon assumes that she could cum right then and there, just with her walls contracting repeatedly around his head. He could almost see Y/N's eyes rolling back and her mouth open in pleasure.

"Even though you disobeyed me earlier, I think you deserve this." Matt comments, finally inserting his cock fully, the warm, sticky walls welcoming him readily. "So hot and tight." He moans hoarsely, closing his eyes momentarily as his hands squeeze Y/N's pert ass.

Pulling his hips away, Matt thrusts back in again, keeping the pace slow and deep. Y/N moaned as she felt his entire length inside her, and with the help of her elbows, she forced her body back, practically sitting on Matt's lap.

Only when she was moaning as loudly as before and biting the sheet beneath her because she had nowhere to hold on did Matt increase his pace, so unsteady that she almost lost her balance, her body softening and moving along with his, giving away her own power.

Matt's right arm wrapped around Y/N's elevated waist, holding there tightly as he felt her knees give way, keeping them in that delicious position.

"Matt!" She moans loudly when his head hits a certain spot inside her that makes her see stars beneath the blindfold, pressing her cheek more against the sheet below her.

Matt's hands now fit around her waist with a firm grip to be able to thrust more quickly. There's a thin layer of sweat covering his skin, his muscles flexing with each movement.

The sound of Y/N's almost pornographic moans was probably the best thing Matt had ever heard in his entire life. Her voice comes out in a whimper as she begs him to go deeper, harder, everything.

And he does it because there was nothing in the world that Y/N asked him to do that he wouldn't do. His movements became more rhythmic, pulling out almost completely only to thrust in his full length again, going as deep as he had ever thought possible.

Matt felt his own orgasm beginning to build and surge through his body, but he held it back. He wasn't done with Y/N yet.

"Matty." She moans slowly, feeling Matt's new rhythm, which takes her to another world. "I-I need to... I c-can't hold-" She tried to say, but her mind was too fucked up to even form a coherent sentence.

"You can. I didn't hear a safe word."

And she thinks she really can, but for a short time. The incessant stimulation at her pleasure point, the rope squeezing her arm tightly and the blindfold completely blocking her view made her feel overwhelmed. She needed to cum.

"Please, please, please." She repeats it like a mantra, pushing her hips back hard as she presses her cheek into the sheet, dragging her skin into the cotton. Her eyes rolled back as her body searched for her orgasm.

"Cum." Matt ordered in one simple word, increasing his pace suddenly, penetrating Y/N at high speed, his blue eyes rolling back momentarily as he felt her hot walls crush him.

And then Y/N feels her body shake for the second time in a row, her knees become unstable, and her skin feels ultra sensitive to the touch, shivers running all over her body. A moan louder than the previous ones escapes her lips, her spine curving more, her tits scraping against the sheet, providing her a delicious stimulation.

"Shit, shit, shit." She moans slowly, rolling her hips against Matt's, trying to prolong her orgasm. "Oh God, so good."

With her hip movement, she elicits a husky moan from the brunette, the stimulation of her ass against his pelvis and her walls around his cock brings him to his own orgasm.

He closes his eyes momentarily and squeezes Y/N's ass tightly, a gasp followed by a long moan escaping his lips, before long, hot jets hit Y/N's insides, her walls instinctively clenching at the sensation.

The two remain static for a few seconds, panting and sweating, their legs weak and their hearts racing.

A few seconds later, Matt carefully pulls out of Y/N, caressing the sensitive skin of her hips before getting up from the bed.

He takes a few steps closer to her, and gently his hands work on removing the blindfold and untying the rope around her wrists, massaging the area for a few seconds, his blue eyes observing the red marks beginning to appear.

"It's okay, it's over." He whispered, crouching on the ground next to Y/N's head, seeing her blink her eyes repeatedly as she tried to adapt to the light, after being in the dark for long minutes - or hours. "You were so good for me, baby. So good."

His right hand runs through the girl's hair, caressing it carefully and planting slow, lingering kisses on her shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Matt asks in a whisper, resting the objects in his hand on the nightstand, his attention completely on his girlfriend, who now lay on her stomach, her eyes closed and sighs escaping her lips.

She just nods, unable to answer him out loud.

"Come on, let's take a shower, my love."

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songbirdstrivestothrive · 11 months

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Of Tethers And Time: Absence (Ch 3)

A/N: As always, Elliot to Liv is bold italics, and Liv to Elliot is plain italics. The last section is Elliot POV.

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Wednesday Night, 10pm…

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You can’t just talk to me in the middle of the day like that. I was in a meeting with McGrath.

But I had a question.

She rolls her eyes, bites the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing, like he can see her.

We have to have some rules. Clearly.

I don’t like rules.

I’m well aware.

Olivia adjusts her comforter, folding it down a few more inches; if someone had told her a week ago that she’d be having a conversation across her mating bond—

I can tell you’re not actually mad, you know. I feel it.

You feel what?

You. You feel all…warm and happy. Sleepy, I think. Not mad.

You feel like a pain in my ass.

She’s grinning now, in spite of herself; it’s mutual, that warmth flowing both ways down the bond, lulling and soothing. He’s been away for five days—not that she’s counting—and it’s been…interesting. The bond has been taut off and on; sometimes she’s pulling and sometimes he is, most often it’s him. A quick, soothing reminder, a tug or two, is usually enough to relax it, but it’s still happening. She can’t tell if she’s getting used to it, or if he’s learning to control it better, but it’s not as distracting. It does feel urgent; she’s still not quite ready to admit to herself that she misses him, needs him, but that’s what this is.

She misses him. They’ve barely seen each other with any kind of regularity in the past two years, but five days apart and she misses him. She misses her mate; it’s primal, the way she wants him near her. Combined with the fact that he’s on a job, that he might be providing backup in the field at any given moment, and it’s enough to tilt her axis a little, the worry of it all.

It still doesn’t feel real; even when his deep, warm voice is echoing down the bond and into her ears, it doesn’t feel real. It doesn’t feel real that she has somebody, that the universe picked someone for her, and it feels even less real that it’s Elliot. It doesn’t feel like they should’ve settled into this so easily, that they’ve just accepted this twist of fate. But, over the course of processing it, she’s realized it doesn’t feel strange because…they’ve been here before. Twelve years ago, they’d nearly been in this place; they’d been able to finish each other’s sentences, and spend fourteen hour days together. They’d been so in sync, known every detail, big and small; but they’d never taken that last step. She’d trusted him with her life, still trusts him with it, but there were parts of her that were always off limits; the part of her that craved physical contact, and comfort, the part of her that wanted that from him. There’d always been a part of her that wanted that with him, and couldn’t have it—intimacy.

That’s what they’re developing now, intimacy; whispers and murmurs and contact.

They have permission, now, and it’s like they’ve been waiting for it, poised to jump at the first nudge.

You didn’t answer my question .

Because I didn’t understand it. What do you mean, what should you call me?

Exactly what it sounds like. What should I call you now?

Olivia? Liv?

Feel like I should get to call you something else. A new nickname.

Like what?

Darlin’?

Seriously?

Livvie?

Absolutely not.

Puddin’?

She laughs out loud, slapping a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound.

Are you trying to ask me how I feel about pet names?

He doesn’t answer for a moment, but she feels him there, thinking.

They might slip out. I kinda…I like doing that. With my…person.

He’s testing, being careful with her, afraid to do anything that might make her reconsider—anything that might make her run from this.

Your person, huh?

My people. All of you.

A part of him is still standing in her kitchen, listening to her whisper that she still isn’t ready for him, for them; she’d seen it all over his face that night, the sinking feeling that he’d pushed her too far and ruined them, forever. Maybe, she realizes, that’s why the universe had finally chosen to intervene.

Alright, well, if something slips out, and I don’t like it, I’ll let you know. Otherwise...feel free.

The way she feels his smile, takes her breath away; like a warm breeze on a perfect summer day.

Okay.

He’s quiet for a little while after that, and she gets up to wash her face, to dab on moisturizer and serum. Just as she’s climbing back into bed with a glass of water, he speaks again.

This is nice. Just talking. I missed it.

She smiles a little, settling.

Yeah. Me too.

Ask me something.

Like what?

I dunno. Something you wanna know. Something you wouldn’t have asked me before last week.

She swallows, thinking; never, in all the time they’ve known each other, has she been free to ask him whatever she wants. They’d been open with each other in some ways, but completely closed off in others. There are things she wants to know, things she's wondered, laying in bed in the dark, when she'd been at her softest and most vulnerable, mind wandering into places it really shouldn't have. But now, they're entwined as closely as two people can be; he's literally in her head, and one day, he'll probably be laying here beside her, in her bed, and nothing is off limits anymore.

Do you…do you like to kiss?

Oh .

Her face heats, and she backtracks.

Sorry. I didn’t mean to—we don’t have to talk about that—

—no I just, that isn’t what I expected you to ask.

He tugs gently on the bond, which she realizes has become their way of reassuring each other—that they’re there, or that what they’ve said isn’t offensive—this time, it feels like the equivalent of a shoulder squeeze, warm and close.

Doesn’t everybody?

Not really. Some men I’ve dated didn’t. Or didn’t want to unless it was, y’know, going somewhere.

Huh. What kinda kiss are we talking about here?

She squeezes her eyes closed for a second, forcing herself to be vulnerable, to swallow against the nerves in her belly.

Any kind.

Yeah. I like to kiss. Doesn’t have to lead to anything. I mean…I’m gonna wanna kiss you good morning. Kiss goodbye. Make out when the movie’s boring. Whenever. I like doing that, being close. Is that okay?

She can’t even begin to wrap her brain around the actual kissing of it all, because the way he phrases it, like he has plans, makes her heart skip. She takes a deep breath and feels for that bond, lets herself trust it. He has plans because they’re going to do this, and it’s going to be…solid, and safe. It’s going to be what it was always meant to.

Yeah, it’s okay. I—I like that, too.

Now you have to let me ask you something.

She holds her breath.

Okay.

Relax. I’m just an old Catholic white guy. I can feel you being nervous.

She laughs a little.

I’m not nervous. This is just—this is new for us.

I know. And you are nervous, but, that’s okay.

Are you gonna ask me a question, or psychoanalyze me all night, Stabler?

I’m getting there. Tell me…something that you like. Not during, y’know, that’s—we’ll—never mind. Just, not that. Something else that you like. When you’re in a relationship.

Now it’s her turn to wrap her mind around the bond and soothe, smiling at the way he stumbles through his question even though he’s been the cool and confident one.

Just, generally having someone there I gues—

—no, no c’mon. Something specific. You asked me about kissing.

You said something outside of that.

Still in that realm. Something I’d never know about you, unless we—

He pauses, and she can feel him struggling to express himself, feeling that little bit of frustration pull against the bond.

I just wanna know you, Olivia.

Her chest aches at that; it’s all he’d wanted their entire partnership, and since he’s been back. He’s so used to not asking, they both are, that now they struggle with it, the vulnerability of it. But sometimes when they're together she can see it in his eyes, the way he looks almost earnest, hanging on her words like he’s trying to drink them in.

She takes a breath.

Okay. Umm. I like it when—god, this is going to sound stupid.

Whatever it is, it’s not.

I like my back rubbed while I’m falling asleep. Which is silly. Not every night. But just, sometimes. If I can’t sleep, or I had a shitty day.

There’s a pause, and then a kind of cozy warmth that makes her shiver.

Liv, that isn’t silly at all.

It floods in then, the want that makes her restless and short of breath, and the bond goes taut between them, like he's reaching, reaching, reaching...

Hey. Right here.

I know. S'just...need to be touching you. This is torture.

I know. This weekend, right?

Yeah. I made it clear it’s non-negotiable. This is—I gotta…

He pulls, and it really does knock the breath out of her; it flares, hot and fast, for a few seconds. She gets a little dizzy with it, and she slides a hand up to cover her breast, rubbing to soothe the ache that's settled there.

I’ll be on the last flight Friday night.

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Thursday Morning, 10am…

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“—anyway, I can’t get a fried egg because Phoebe’s got me on this stupid new eating plan, and I gotta get these egg white cupcake things, from Starbucks, and you know I hate goin’ in there—Liv? Earth to Benson.”

Olivia startles, refocusing on her sergeant—her friend—and takes a sip of her iced coffee. “Sorry, Fin. Phoebe has you on a diet?”

Fin stares at her for a few seconds, analyzing, and she shifts under his watchful expression; she’s distracted, she’s been distracted for nearly a week, and it was only a matter of time before he noticed.

She could tell him, but she hasn’t had that discussion with Elliot yet, the are-we-talking-about-this discussion, so she tips her head in faux curiosity, pretending she wasn’t just staring off into space for the past few minutes.

“Somethin’s going on with you,” he says knowingly, peering at her over his sunglasses, “You don’t have to tell me, but—“

“It’s Elliot,” she blurts out, closing her eyes for a second.

And suddenly she's just going to tell him, because it's bursting out of her, and it's so much that she needs to talk about it.

Fin’s face changes, going serious. “What’d he do now?”

His reaction doesn’t surprise her; Fin’s always been protective of her, but in the wake of Elliot leaving, their relationship had blossomed into a fierce friendship she’d never expected.

“Nothing,” she says quickly, swallowing hard, “Nothing. He—listen, if I tell you something, it’s in confidence, right?”

Fin shrugs, leaning back in his chair. “Obviously.”

Before she can change her mind, she barrels forward. “We just found out that we—we’re mates.”

His jaw drops in shock, and he stares for a second, then two; then, slowly, his face splits into a grin, and he starts to laugh.

And laugh.

“It’s not funny,” she breathes, eyes widening.

Fin nods, still laughing. “Oh, it’s hilarious.”

He whips off his sunglasses, and presses the side of his hand into his eyes, shoulders shaking with laughter; after a moment, she can’t help but chuckle along, because from the outside, it probably does seem ridiculous.

It is ridiculous.

She’s still giggling as she tells him. “We also have a telepathic bond.”

“What?!” he crows, planting both feet on the ground, leaning forward, “No shit.”

“No,” she laughs, shaking her head, “Swear on my badge.”

“You two,” he starts, gesturing with his palm down, “Have been so goddamn twisted, for so long—we should’ve all guessed it. You need to call Cragen right now. Today.”

“Fin, we haven’t told anybody. We found out last week.”

“No wonder you’ve been a space cadet,” he teases, flipping his sunglasses back on after wiping his eyes one final time, “I needed a good laugh, thanks for that.”

She rolls her eyes, and their laughter trails off into companionable silence; she can feel him staring at her, deciding what to say next.

“So…”

Olivia sighs, nodding slowly. “Yeah.”

“That’s…pretty heavy,” he muses, in that calm, measured way he has, “You, and him, and the partners thing, and the multiple decades thing.”

“Yep,” she agrees, sipping her coffee.

“How’re you handling it?”

He’s serious now, genuine, and he’s probably the one person she trusts enough, aside from Elliot, to process this out loud with.

“It’s…a lot,” she admits, dipping her finger into the puddle of condensation her coffee’s made on the table, “But, at the same time, it’s a relief. Because all those years, everything we felt…it was real, y’know?”

Fin hums in understanding, giving her the space to keeping talking, if she wants to.

“We’re just taking it one step at a time. He had a job lined up, so, he’s back and forth between here and Pennsylvania all summer. Then, I guess, when he settles back in—“

She breaks off to groan a little, rubbing her face.

“—I guess we’re gonna, date each other? I don’t even know, it’s very overwhelming.”

Finn is quiet for a few seconds, and then—

“Y’all are so annoying. Still.”

Her lips part in amusement. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Date each other?” he enunciates, leaning forward as he imitates her, “Liv, everybody knows how this ends except for the two of you. Just do it. Move in together. Get married. Whatever you’re gonna do, just do it. We’re not getting any younger.”

“I don’t think it’s that easy,” she sighs, shaking her head.

Fin raises his eyebrows. “Then make it that easy.”

Silence stretches for a few seconds, and then her phone rings: another case.

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Friday Morning, 3am…

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Elliot wakes up to thick, black smoke clouding his vision.

Fire.

He’s on fire.

The whole room is on fire, and he’s burning; it’s scorching his skin, making him sweat through the bedding. He’s suffocating as all the air is sucked from the room, and he gasps, pulling at the blankets; maybe the blankets are on fire, something’s on fire because he can’t fucking see, it’s all black, endless black swirling smoke.

And then he shoots up in bed, panting.

Blinking wildly, he looks around; ugly hotel carpet, blinking alarm clock, dusty curtains.

No fire.

Nothing’s on fire, except him.

He shoves the damp bedding away; he’s only wearing boxer briefs but they’re soaked, his chest is clammy, his hands are clammy, there’s sweat beading his forehead, and what the actual fuck is going on—

A wave of pure, raw panic slams into him, and his heart is racing, pounding out of his chest.

A panic attack.

It’s a panic attack.

He tries to breathe, gives his head a shake to clear it—but, it’s different. Something’s different, something’s wrong.

All at once, he knows; he realizes he’s not panicking, she’s panicking.

Another wave of it hits him, so powerful it takes his air away and he has to take big, gulping breaths, bracing himself on the bed.

Olivia’s panicking, he can feel it now, the way it’s blowing down the bond like a hurricane. She’s panicking in the middle of the night, and the thought makes him roil with nausea, because she could be on a case, and something could be very, very wrong—

Liv. Liv, talk to me. Olivia?

He waits, but her reply doesn’t come; the panic does though, relentless in the way it slams into him, chasing him around the room as he gets up and starts to pace. He almost starts to panic too, the first hints of hyperventilation creeping in, as he rubs his forehead, restless, asking for her over and over; and then he realizes he might be able to push back, that he should try to help her calm down.

Crossing back over to the bed, he forces himself to sit down, focusing through deep breaths; he’s never tried to send a feeling before, not like this, not pushing up against something so strong on her end. It’s still hitting him in big waves, nearly making him gag, but he closes his eyes and takes a few mental steps onto that bridge, wrapping his hands, his arms around their connection. Then, he brings up every calm thought and memory he can, letting the images, and sounds, and smells fill him up, spinning them into his own cyclone; babies sleeping on his chest, middle of the night stakeouts with her beside him, sunrises in Italy, and long evening runs through Central Park. Slowly, inch by inch, he’s able to push the panic away; he’s not getting through to her, he doesn’t think, but he’s pushed it far enough away from himself that he’s able to think more clearly.

A nightmare.

It dawns on him all at once, the time of night, and the chaotic swirl of it. Olivia doesn’t panic on the job, not like this; she’s having a nightmare. His relief is palpable, and it floods the bond without much effort, pushing and pushing at the awful mess until his path is nearly clear.

Wake her. All he can think then, is that he has to wake her, because she’s panicking, and hurting, and the thought of it makes him insane. He snatches his phone off the nightstand and starts to call her, over and over when she doesn’t answer; it’s making him feel sick, knowing this is something that happens to her, that’s she’s going to wake up gasping and afraid.

He’s never tried to yell down the bond before, but he tries to push his voice higher, louder.

Liv. C’mon, Liv.

It’s not working, he’s not yelling, and she’s still sending him rush after rush of pain and fear; she’s not answering her phone, caught in the throes of whatever this is, and if it doesn’t stop soon he thinks he might actually vomit, or do something crazy like get in his car and start driving back to the city.

Screw the flight he’s supposed to board in seventeen hours, he needs to get to her now.

Squeezing his eyes closed, he rages, lets it pour out of him.

OLIVIA. LIV.

It works.

When it stops, it’s a candle being snuffed out; everything stills, and fades away in wisps, curling slowly. He realizes he’s panting, shaky hands braced against his knees, and his body is buzzing with the remnants of her dream, of whatever’s been tormenting her for the past ten minutes. Then, it’s cold, and that devastates him, because he knows that chilly breeze is her loneliness; she’s awake now, trying to catch her breath, and she’s alone in the dark. He cradles the bond and pulls with a gentle, steady pressure, trying to comfort her in the only way he can.

Liv, I’m awake. I’m here.

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A/N: Thank you for reading!

#my fic #birdy writes #EO #bensler #svu #elliot x olivia #eofanfic #birdyOTAT

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rainforestseed · 4 years

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um. i spent far too long on a post abowt jj being neurodiverse.

warning~ ableism ~ableist words mentioned~brief mentions of child abuse and violence...idk . this is just what i thunk n i wanna share. i ve been waiting for someone to talk about this so im just gonna go for it .. im gonna put it under read cause its a bit long

the scene before midsummers, with jj in his room freaking owt ~ he’s having a sensory meltdown. jj is trapped in this scene. he wouldn’t have been allowed to leave in his situation, luke wouldve likely hurt him again if he tried so locking himself in his bedroom was his safest option. But on top of his face likely throbbing with pain and feeling very scared, there was music playing loudly from downstairs and luke screaming over top of it. JJ was responding the same as i do when i have meltdowns from sensory overloads. Pacing, growling, panicking, screaming, pushing his hands into his ears to reduce sensory input while rubbing pressure into the back of his head, throwing things, kicking, self injurious behaviour.

i do all of these things during a meltdown. I often also spin, convulse, press into my eye sockets, punch my self in the face and throw my head against walls. I have no control over it and this scene hit close to home. JJ’s not only angry and hurt and scared here. he is completely unable to sort through and process his sensory input and the intensity of his feelings and emotions. Afterwards when he is leaving his bedroom luke is passed owt on the couch which shows quite a bit of time has passed and it’s quiet. JJ is still hunched over in his room recovering, crying, hypersensitive, exhausted and terrified.

i’ve seen a lot of descriptions of jj being short fuzed, ill tempered, hot headed, reckless, aggressive, impulsive, volatile. He’s also called ableist words like idiot, crazy, psycho, maniac, dumbass by all the characters. baby blue is just neurodivergent. he experiences feelings and emotions and sensations a lot differently from his friends, which is why he is often misunderstood and his thoughts and ideas and emotions are sometimes dismissed.

JJ had trouble reading the compass in episode 2. When he reads it he says “Reddle - Rout. No i think that’s an A” When Kie reads redfield without a beat JJ frowns a lil bit and just says “right” Rudy is dyslexic so mayhaps there is a connection :‐)

JJ becomes visibly distressed to loud sudden sounds, and when people raise their voice at or around him he doesn’t like it. When jjs friends are arguing around him he becomes incredibly distressed, like pacing..unable to look at what’s happening, grinding his teeth distressed. JJs friends are the only stability he has. So when there is tension between any of them or any threat to his family becoming less stable or falling apart or changing, he doesn’t like it. The panic and fear from sudden loud sounds might have to do with ptsd from being a victim of child abuse as well from having to watch his n his friends backs from getting hurt by kooks growing up .

JJ tactile stims. non stop. my stimming is different from jjs but also similar, im gonna try my best to understand his.

JJs rarely able to sit still and continuously seeks touch of some kind. He uses self stimulatory behaviours that help him focus when he’s thinking n listening and when he’s talking and to regulate his emotions when he’s feeling them intensely. JJ is the most physically affectionate character by far. He likes touching things and touching his friends.

JJ always has something in his hands. Usually his lighter, he plays with it, almost constantly, in a lot of different ways. Sometimes he flicks it open and closed, rolls it between his fingers, most of the time he’s just holding it maybe for the weight of it and the texture and temperature of the metal

When he doesn’t have anything to touch he shoves his hands inside his pockets and chews the inside of his mouth a lot and grinds his teeth together. I think he was chewing his nails in the hammock

He stims by bouncing his knees repetitively and by taking his hat off to run his fingers along n avert his gaze when he’s anxious .

he plays with knives and hacky sacks, stones and sticks, touches his rings, even holding his gun could be a thing. 99 percent of time jj has his gun he is just holding it and stroking it lol

everyone stims. but yeh jj also experiences sensory overloads, meltdowns, has difficulty with reading, impulsive behaviour, n emotional dysregulation whilst stimming constantly for an entire season

i wanna talk abowt this for a minute. cuz i always have this weird feeling when i relate to a character n end up loving them n then i think i put my stuff on them...like ahh yes i am this so they are this too. symptoms of neurodevelopmental disorders like asd, adhd, sensory processing disorder and dyslexia can overlap. this ocean angel is neurodiverse and it makes me feel incredibly ~h a p p y!~ Also makes sense why he relies on weed more than any of his friends. other than him just knowing it works for him n makes him feel better, it’s probable he isn’t quite aware of the extent he is self medicating his negative symptoms.

#just things #honestly im jus getting the surface of this...#emotional dysregulation sky high!#jj also got the padlock wrong that time when he had to write down and read numbers #dunno if thats a thing #he also gets the numbers mixed when they are all laying arownd the hammock #when he is chewing his fingersnails in the darK = stimstimstimstim and po pe n kie correct him #he had to be told abowt the amount the gold was worth like three times cus he couldnt remember #memmmoryyyy stuff my dudes #theres a lot to tell with how he talks wth his friends #espECIALLY how he tells STORIES #n the fact that eye contact is physically painful for him ...like physically p a i n ful #in a lot of situations #Oh n that time jj missed a MASSIVE social cue when john b heard the recorded message from his dad n kie had to clue jj in #obx'#obx #outer banks #jj maybank #neurodivergent characters #neurodiverse characters #disabled characters #pope heyward #kiara carrera #john b routledge #john b #luke maybank

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saintobio · 3 years

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wastelands. (final)

↳ suna rintarou x f!reader

summary: after a viral pandemic wiped out half of the world’s population, a group of abandoned young adults embark on a life-threatening journey in hopes of finding a safe permanent home. unfortunately, for you and Rin, love is only a temporary option.

genre: heavy angst, unrequited, post apocalypse au, 18+

cw: suicidal thoughts, guns, gore, zombies, major character death

notes: last chapter, thank you so much for all the messages for this series. i love every single one of you <3 end credits song -> uncomfortable by wallows

series masterlist -> rin’s letter

You wanted to wake up from this sick nightmare.

Hearing Suna say that he had been aware of his current state was not only devastating but it also made everything feel like the Earth took a stop from spinning on its axis. Time has slowed down and restrained all of your thoughts and processes, trapping you in an endless void where pain was a sensation that dominated everything else.

“N-No.”

You were frantically shaking your head, getting up from the floor despite your already wobbly legs. Your vision was getting blurry from the accumulation of tears that were pooling your eyes because there was no way you could believe that Rintarou Suna only had eight short hours left to live.

Perhaps if anyone was to skin you alive and pour acid on your sinew, the pain would be on par with the idea of your one true love’s approaching demise. The fact that a new beginning and a happy future with him were now crossed out beyond the bounds of possibility, you were a minute close into fainting from the colossal pain that sent you deep into Tartarus.

What have you done in your past life to deserve this unending torture? Kita’s death hasn’t even sunk in to you and now you were doomed to face another.

Suna took a step closer to pull you towards him while suppressing his own tears for your sake. “Hey. Baby, it’s okay—”

“No, it’s not!” you cried and let yourself be completely weak on his arms. You were getting hysterical with your refusal to accept the situation. Much to the violent tremble of your hands, your voice also quivered uncontrollably. “How can you say it’s okay, Rin? This isn’t real—no, th-this isn’t—!”

Embracing you tightly was the only thing he could offer as you sobbed your heart out and screamed on his chest. The sound of your weeping brought an excruciating clench in his heart because, similarly to you, he was deep on the brink of an outburst.

He knew what his fate would be in the next few hours and yet the only thing he could think of was your sanity.

“There... has to be,” you spoke through ragged breaths as tears welled up your eyes, “h-has to be a way. P-Please, Suna... We need to f-find some way... g-get some help.”

“I’m not leaving you,” he assured, cupping your cheeks with the remaining warmth from his palms. He saw from the mirror reflecting through your eyes that his amber orbs were just as larmoyant. Deep purple veins were beginning to show on his scleras—a sight that only confirmed to you that him being infected was as real as it could get. “Osamu has contacted Aran, okay? They’ll be here to pick you guys up—”

More tears cascaded from your eyes. “No! No, you’re coming with us!” Sobbing, you held on to his wrists before turning to the Miya twins. “Osamu, Atsumu, please help. Please, tell them to come quick.”

The twins have barely recovered from the physical exhaustion with all the running and the emotional trauma from Kita’s sacrifice alone. However, seeing you drowning in your own tears forced them to go back to their senses. They finally understood the situation at hand and realized that their best friend was going to turn into a flesh-eating monster sooner than they thought.

“Suna, you’re...” Osamu could barely continue as his gunmetal eyes dilated in shock. He was just as nonplussed as his brother was.

“Hey, no crying ‘Samu. You’re better than that,” Suna insisted, an arm still secured around your waist before he looked at the blond with a grin. “You too, ‘Tsumu. No violent reactions. Set a good example for Y/N.”

How could he be so calm at a time like this? How could he still smile when he was on the verge of passing away?

You didn’t think things could possibly hurt more. The look of pity that you received from the twins made you feel hollow inside because nothing was more painful than the inevitability of your other half’s departure from life. None of you anticipated it and your devastation showed from the way you all fell stuck from where you stood.

The man who held you in his arms was the complete opposite to his three friends who had become statues. Suna tried to lighten his plight by snapping his fingers on the twins’ faces. “Yo, snap out of it,” he said, unbelievably casual. “‘Samu, what’s their ETA?”

Atsumu puffed out his cheeks and let out an exhale as he stifled his tears. This was the same guy who used to find every reason to laugh even in the worst situations. Now he couldn’t even look at his best friend’s eyes without bursting into a sob.

Osamu was more composed even though his uneven breathing revealed just how affected he was about Suna’s current condition. Still, he tried to respond without faltering, “By dawn. He says a chopper’s coming to get supplies from Aomori and they’ll pick us up along the way.”

You did the math in your head. With the current time being 7PM, Suna only had until 3AM to live. He wouldn’t even last long enough to see the last sunrise in his life and the hurtful thought elicited another weep out of you. “Wh-Why can’t we just... Maybe they have a cure in there. M-Maybe they... Suna. I can’t live without you. We have to do something.”

Rin rubbed your back in comfort, embracing you with one arm and stroking your hair with the other. You could tell he wanted to say it’s going to be okay or everything will be fine but he knew exactly that none of this was okay. It was futile to even try and convince you so he just focused on his next plans instead of crying over his forthcoming zombie transition.

By looking at Osamu who was still visibly grief-stricken with his friends’ unfortunate fate, Suna gave him a pat on the back as if to wake him up. “‘Samu, take off your belt.”

The sudden instruction confused the three of you. On one hand, Rin walking closer to the metal railings by the edge of the rooftop gave you a hint of what he was planning to do.

“What for?” Osamu asked, deeply melancholic.

“Need you to tie my wrists with it into this railing,” the raven-haired boy ordered, gesturing his wrists together behind his back, “like this. Make sure it’s tight enough so I don’t hurt anyone just in case. Worst comes to worst, use your remaining bullets to kill me.”

You muffled a cry. “Rin!”

“Sunarin...” Atsumu’s eyes were downcast.

Suna himself tried to walk around and find a good spot as he completely ignored the looks of sympathy that all three of you were giving him. You realized that the last thing he needed were weak people. How could he be strong enough to face his transition when the people around him couldn’t even muster their own strength to carry on?

There was no lie that your heart was in smithereens, but for Suna, you ought to be the stronger one this time. He deserved to have you by his side as his pillar in his last remaining hours, not someone who would possibly die of grief before he could. Seeing this situation more clearly in your head made you pull yourself together for his sake. He had always thought about yours and it was about time you returned it again.

Rin sat by the edge of the rooftop and leaned behind the steel railings with a smile that followed a deep breath. “I have a request,” he spoke with a raspy voice while you walked closer to sit beside him, “I want you guys to hold it in for the next eight hours. Just spend it with me like normal, like I’m not turning into anything. Can you guys do that for me?”

The mirroring looks you’ve traded with the twins only screamed one thing: do it for Rin.

“We will.”

8 PM.

The twins did their best to tie Suna’s wrists behind his back as per his wishes. He was now tethered to the railings to prevent him from attacking anyone should he turn into a Z anytime soon. Silence dominated the rooftop except for the distant sound of zombie growls and the thumping of your heart.

You stayed seated by his side, ignoring his requests of you keeping your distance because you could never do so. An hour has passed and he was starting to have cold sweats and painful headaches; a side-effect of the infection that was now flowing through his bloodstream and attacking his cells. You tried to touch his hair and comb your fingers through them in comfort as he leaned his head on the railing to look at you. “Rin, how do you feel?”

“Feeling like shit,” he responded, drawing deep breaths. “Have I told you I love you today?”

You sighed, caressing his cheek with your thumb. “You showed me just how much you do.”

If not for his current condition, you would have believed that the smile on his face had no underlying pain behind it. “Good, then.” His fingers twitched behind him. “I’ll tell Kitashin I did a great job as a boyfriend when I meet his ghost later.”

“Suna, don’t joke about your situation like that,” Osamu chimed in with his eyes closed and his head leaned against the steel frame. He was currently seated on the other side of Rintarou.

Atsumu, meanwhile, had hands in his head while he lamented next to his twin, “Man, it’s my fault. If I didn’t ask Suna to help me—”

“Jeez, come on.” Rin maintained his usual playful mien. “We finished the boss level. That’s what’s important. I don’t wanna hear anyone blaming themselves.”

Suna was suppressing his coughs while he spoke and you were beginning to be wary of the physical changes he had thus far. With each minute that passed, the warmth was leaving his body and was being replaced by the coldness of his flesh. It was either his arm or his foot that would twitch before he could control himself. The dark purple veins in his neck were also becoming more and more prominent.

There was no one to blame. This was a case of an unfortunate twist of fate that would wreck you forever. Suna would never become the husband that you wanted because in the end, your love would go back to square one. With him gone, the relationship you’ve recently built together would just vanish like it never happened. Unrequited back to what it originally was.

The thought alone grated your heart into small fragments that could never be fixed.

“This is sick,” Atsumu spoke in a low voice, looking at the night sky with shiny eyes. “That’s losing two of my best friends in a single day.”

“You haven’t lost me. Cut it out.” Suna peeked at the blond. “I’m gonna watch you get a girlfriend in Aomori so you better have good taste.”

Atsumu whined, “Fuck, you’re making me cry!”

As much as you wanted to say the same, you didn’t want to ruin the temporary smile on Suna’s face and the soft chuckle that followed it. He was trying to be happy in his last moments and the least you could do was hold your misery in. You couldn’t afford being in complete doldrums when Suna’s dying wish was for you to be strong.

You held back from uttering another sigh as you leaned your head on his shoulder and he was returning your affection by resting his head above yours.

Why couldn’t the time just slow down?

10 PM

3 hours has passed since Rin got infected. You were stubborn at moving away from him even if the twins themselves have also insisted that you do. Suna was visibly ill—his eyes were slightly feverish, his mouth had parted due to the increased production of saliva, and his muscles had become stiff.

He looked exactly like a person who contracted rabies, but just a hundred times worse. Other than his growing fatigue and the tingling sensation on his wound, he was claiming that he could still control his mind.

You hated it. You hated the sight of your true love turning before your eyes while you were just sitting there watching. You were useless, powerless to save him from becoming the same carnivorous ghouls that he had been killing for the past few months. With the tables turning for the worst, you didn’t know how you were going to face the torture of losing him.

“Osamu,” you called the guy’s attention with desperate eyes, “do you think you can convince Aran to come quicker? They’re coming from a chopper and I-I just think that maybe we can get some help in Aomori.”

The grey-haired twin had clear sympathy for you. He was just as dolorous for Suna’s changing state but he, too, could not do anything about it. “I already tried but he says the troop will be here by sunrise, at best.” He glanced between you and Rin. “And honestly, if they find out that Suna’s infected... they’re most likely gonna—”

“I get it,” you cut him off before he could continue the words you were dreading to hear.

So this was checkmate.

You were stuck on a dead end with no other options to take because that was just how cruel and utterly heartless the world was to you. In the end, you were still undeserving of the love you longed to have no matter how much you tried to turn things around and change your fate. If yours and Rin’s position were switched, it might have hurt less.

You would rather be the one dying because at least by then, your pain would come to an end. The suffering, the torment, the endless agony—they would all leave your body without any scintilla of misery left to hurt you further than you already have.

“So this is how it feels to be a Z,” Rin suddenly spoke after closing his eyes for a few minutes. You immediately got out of trance just to redirect every bit of your attention back to him. “My skin feels like burning.”

“Is there anything I can do?” you asked, softly. Your eyes were intently watching him as he stared at an empty space before turning to you. “How can I lessen your pain?”

He shook his head and dismissed whatever thought he had. “Do you wanna know where I got the nickname ‘angel’ for you?”

Relaxing your back on the railings, you took a deep breath. He wanted to talk and you had all ears for him. “Where?”

The faint smile on his lips made your heart ache because you could see that he was reminiscing a few memories in his head before they would disappear. “You dressed as an angel last halloween of 2018,” he recalled, eyes glinting. “I thought it made sense. You look like one and you act like one. You’re an angel.”

God, you were just having a harder time at loving him less when he was revealing small things like this. The fact that he remembered what you dressed up as on Halloween of 2018 was a confirmation that he did have an eye for you back in high school. And yet, despite realizing so, why did it only hurt more?

“That’s so cheesy,” you muttered, earning his chuckle. He didn’t know just how much you were melting from the sweet pain inside.

“It’s true.” He briefly glanced at your lips. “I can’t ever forget those feather wings. They hit Atsumu’s face when you were running on the street.”

Atsumu joined the conversation as soon as he heard his name. “I remember that.” Now engaged on the small chat, the blond cocked his head over to look at you. “Why’d ‘ya pick to be an angel?”

“It was inspired by 1996 Romeo and Juliet,” you explained, folding your legs above your chest in reminiscence. “I loved how Claire Danes portrayed Juliet in that movie.”

Rin hummed in response. “I should’ve been Romeo, then. Imagine if I pulled up as a knight, you’d probably run away with me and then we’ll marry on the same day.”

“Not when you were head over heels for Sophia back then,” you countered, eyeing how the apples of his cheeks appeared when he plastered a grin.

“Jealous?” he teased.

You shook your head in denial. “No,” was your answer. “What was Sophia for Halloween?”

He searched his memories and shrugged. “I don’t know... A bunny?”

Right. You remembered it now. She had always been the main attraction and her playboy bunny costume gained her extra popularity. You couldn’t exactly recall what Suna was that night so you tried to ask, “What were you that time, Rin?”

“A kickass vampire.” Shaking his head, he added, “I don’t remember what Sophia wore that night for some reason.”

Osamu found humor from his answer. “You don’t remember Sophia, but you remember Y/N’s.”

“What a simp!” Atsumu jeered before falling back into his gloom. “Man, I wish we can just... go back to high school. Everything was fine. Everyone was alive. You don’t coexist with zombies. You don’t watch the people you love die left and right. We took everything for granted and now we’re paying for it.”

You didn’t mean this as an insult, but tonight was the first time you’ve heard Atsumu talk about something serious. He was greatly affected by this whole situation in the same extent as you all were, as young adults who still had many more years to left to spend but was left with inescapable circumstances.

The thought of how felicitous life was back then brought you nostalgic images to fondly smile about. You remembered the time where you would purposely take a bathroom pass just to find an excuse to get a glimpse of Rin in his classroom. You remembered having to greet him every mornings when you would take the bus or the subway to school. You remembered that night in prom where you first heard him say you looked cute. How was that last one buried deep in your memories when it was one of the most unforgettable?

“I wish I had the power to turn back time,” you hoped, forlorn. Your heart lurched at the thought that facing the reality in front of you was your only option in this lifetime.

12 AM.

You were awake more than ever.

Perhaps it was because you were wary of the remaining three hours that Suna had as him. He was already barely human on the external as his skin had turned ghastly. They had a pale green undertone with no trace of pink flesh left to show how he was turning necrotic every second.

You couldn’t touch him. You were asked to keep your distance from him to prepare you from his inevitable transition. In those minutes where he kept his eyes shut while forcing the pain away from his lucid mind, you thought of dying together with him. You considered being on the same page as your one true love because what would your world be without Rin? How could you go on without him by your side? Maybe you should place a bullet to your head once his time was up so you could go to the afterlife together.

If he died, you probably should—

“Y/N.” His voice came out hoarse. You fell into a state of shock after seeing how his iris had thinned out to let the paleness slowly dominate his eyes. It wouldn’t take long for him to be surrounded by effluvia. His scent was already starting to become fetid which meant that his cells were torturously decaying inside of him. But even with all these, he could still look at you with the same adoring gaze. Amber eyes almost dull and lifeless, but his love for you would never die with him. “Can you reach for my back pocket?”

You swallowed the ache you had to be strong on the outside. Following his instruction, you walked closer to reach for the pocket of his jeans. “What do I—?”

“My wallet,” he said, momentarily turning his head away to cough on the side. The twins were now situated on your other side, a distance reasonable to keep them safe from the virus that Suna had caught. Suna, who blinked thrice on the same second. Whose wrists had blisters from the tightness of the belt. The laceration caused open wounds around his wrists and you could only imagine how much he was suffering from the pain. You had to close your eyes for a moment just to try and not to sob before you heard him speak again. “Take it with you. Don’t open it until you’ve healed from everything.”

You clutched his familiar black leather wallet on your chest. Was this a memento? Something you could hold on to once he died? He was in his final moments so you expected that he would start giving you his last words. Knowing Suna, he would want you to remember him even when he was gone.

“Rin,” you fell on your bum, inhaling deep so your tears would not spill. “I can’t do this...”

He tilted his head to glance at the twins who appeared to have fallen asleep. You were certain that they weren’t asleep—they just didn’t want to see Suna turning into a zombie so they chose to keep their eyes shut and their head down low.

“You can do it,” he encouraged, redirecting his attention back on you with frenzied eyes desperate to keep its focus. He was in a battle with himself and his deteriorating body, keeping his best to stay with you for as long as he could. “You need to live, okay? You have Asher waiting for you. He’s in there, he’s hoping to see you again so you need to be strong for him. I don’t have any family left but you do, so you have to continue on this journey until you see him again. There’s a rainbow after the storm. Live a happy life in Aomori, Y/N.”

There, tears had finally fallen from the corners of your eyes. Just when you were having suicidal thoughts, here he was reminding you of the life you still had beyond him. He was reminding you that dying would not end the pain, but would only bring more pain to others.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t stick to my promise.” His woes had him restraining his own tears. They were the same tears that he had been keeping all this time. “I told Asher I’m gonna bring you back to him and I-I c-couldn’t—”

“You’ve done enough,” you silently weeped, wiping your eyes as they blurred your vision. “You’ve done so much, Rin. You saved all of us in exchange for your own life. W-We...” You struggled to continue after being submerged from your own tears.

“I wanted more time for us.” He stared at the sky with tears gushing out of his eyes. He couldn’t even wipe them.

And he couldn’t even kiss you.

“Rin,” you spoke despite the crack in your voice, “I-I waited seven years to be with you.”

Seven long years. You didn’t have any ounce of regret in loving him for all those years because he was the only person you could offer your heart to no matter how many times you would go back in time. It did feel like having a happy relationship with him was already in your grasp but was taken away in a blink of an eye—that was the most agonizing aspect of it. You waited for him, only to be taken away of the privilege before you could fully have him. Only to have the dimensions between life and death separate you two in the end.

“I know.” His response held the same heartbreak as he looked at you with lachrymal pooling his eyes. His lips quivered while he teared up. “I’m sorry I couldn’t properly repay the love you deserved in this life. I-I wanted to be with you. I was planning to return the love you’ve given me for the rest of my life but—”

Your chest heaved from the sobs you’ve let out. It was so painful, so utterly painful that nothing else in this world could possibly hurt more. “I-I d-don’t want you to leave.”

In the middle of his own tears, he still found a reason to smile. He still mustered enough strength to raise the corner of his lips just to ease you from sniveling. His pain was yours. His happiness was yours. You shared the same heart and soul that felt each other’s emotions stronger than the universe’s gravity.

“Do you believe in reincarnation?” he asked, breathing calmly. “If I’ll be reborn in the same body or in another, if I’ll be reborn fifty or a hundred years from now—I promise, I’ll do everything to find you.” Droplets of his tears dampened his shirt. “I’ll search every corner of this world just to find you and when I do, I’ll give all of my love to you. So... if we meet again, I hope you can wait for me.”

Your sobs couldn’t be stopped as they got worse. His last oath stung harder than it seemed as he talked about meeting you in another universe because he couldn’t fulfill his promises to you in this universe. You envied other people who still got to be with their loved ones through this era of zombie apocalypse because not only were you about to lose the person you loved with all your heart, you were also about the lose the other half of you. His existence was long embedded into your soul and you would suffer from his loss for the rest of your life because he would always be that missing puzzle piece to your life that could never be complete.

“I’ll wait for you,” you promised after wiping your eyes, wanting so desperately to hold him but you couldn’t. “Suna, I’ll always choose you.”

It was unfair. The past few weeks were not enough to suffice the love you could’ve had for Rin to reciprocate your unrequited devotion that lasted seven years. It was cruel. Losing Rintarou Suna was perhaps a comeuppance for something that you did in your past life, but since this life was coming to a tragic end, maybe things wouldn’t be half as painful in the next.

In all the tragic love stories there were—of Romeo and Juliet, of Pyramus and Thisbe, of Jack and Rose.

Here, in this life, was Y/N and Rintarou.

“I’m glad I’ll die loving you,” he said, leaning his head on the railings with a contented look on his face.

Was it too late to hope for a deus ex machina in this situation?

“I love you,” said you, heart dismantled to broken pieces. “I won’t forget.”

2 AM.

“Suna!”

The guy started regurgitating chunks of dark blood that spluttered all over the floor along with the his thick drool. His skin was virescent, discolored, and sickly. His eyes only had a small dot between his white-blanched irises, discharge of tears still leaving his sunken lids.

As much as you didn’t want to see him turn with your own eyes, you weren’t also ready to let him go. Your hands were shaking as you tried to reach for Suna until Osamu snatched you away.

“Y/N, don’t,” he warned, swallowing hard as he looked at Suna with the same pained expression.

“I-I wanna be with h-him,” you said in between sobs. Your eyes were glued on Suna who returned your gaze in wretchedness. “Rin, I-I’m—”

He coughed and spluttered more blood, tears coursing down his eyes. You were at a point where you just wanted to end his misery, not realizing that he thought the same, “Osamu, t-take care of Y/N. Make... sure you won’t... leave her.”

Others would have not been able to form coherent words but Suna was fighting against the virus just to say all these words. For you.

Osamu held you in his arms as you struggled to breathe. “I’ll look after her, Sunarin.”

“Promise...?” Suna could barely look up and yet he managed to. “I want her... happy.”

“I promise,” Osamu reassured in spite of the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. You were breaking down on his arms with the spasm in your heart that crushed you over and over.

You were in denial. You were shaking your head as you tried to walk closer to Suna but the twins held you back. “I-I j-just wanna hold him, p-please!”

Atsumu was forcing his line of sight away from Rin as he had his grip on you. “Y/N, you can’t.”

“Atsumu,” Suna called, barely inaudibly. “Shoot m-me when the time—” His inability to continue his words was because his mind was becoming frenzied.

All the three of you were left paralyzed as you watched how Rin’s head hung low with no signs of further movements. His eyes were shut, his hands were still, his breathing had ceased.

The sudden silence on the rooftop was deadly.

Rintarou Suna has died.

3 AM.

You spent the past 30 minutes crying and screaming and falling limp on Osamu’s arms with the plain sight of Suna’s dead body tied on the railings. Despite knowing that his soul has left his body, you were still in a state of arrant disbelief.

The pain was like fire burning through your soul. It was searing the entirety of your body until you started to quiver from the magnitude that hit you like a truck driving on lightning speed. You were screaming more loudly than you ever did in your life. The agony was slicing through your skin and into your muscles and bones, leaving nothing behind but an abyss of a heart and an empty mind.

Suna’s throes and its impact on you was of the highest degree.

The twins were barely holding on themselves. They lost two of their best friends on the same night and they were also experiencing a surge of grief over their loss. Osamu was silent as he held you in his arms, simply allowing his tears to slide down his cheeks to release his sorrow. Atsumu, on the other hand, was more expressive with his anguish. The blond couldn’t stop cursing the world for torturing everyone that he loved while he was shedding tears.

“R-RIN!” you screamed into thin air, the wind of death blowing to your face like pouring salt on the wound. “I’m... I c-can’t do... Osamu, I wanna... I-I wanna die... Th-This isn’t—no, this—”

“Hey, hey, look at me,” his worry-filled voice matched his troubled gunmetal eyes. He was cupping your cheeks in attempt to calm you down from your mental collapse. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. Suna’s always in here,” he pointed towards your heart, “he’ll never leave and he’ll always watch you from afar. You said you believe in reincarnation, right? You’ll meet him again... one day.”

You fell on your knees, hands covering your face. Your chest constricted from the lack of oxygen. The temptation to end your life then and there was high, but the thought of Asher and Suna’s dying wish gave you hesitation. Moreover, the sudden shifting sound from Suna’s direction stole your attention.

He was moving again. He was attempting to get the belt off his wrists, jerking his arms out of them irately. The soles of his feet came in contact with floor as he forced more of his strength.

He’s alive? You couldn’t think straight. You were going insane as you ran up to him. “Rin!”

“Y/N, no!”

“Shit!”

“‘Tsumu!”

The amount of shock that flushed through your body as he looked up at you with maniacal eyes and blood-filled mouth made you halt from your footsteps just as the twins came to stop you.

“Gggrh.”

This was no longer Rintarou. This was nothing but a creature that killed its host to take over its body. Hungry, deadly, and all the more monstrous. He was so strong that he managed to get out of the tether to lunge onto you.

You were left with wide eyes, frozen in your spot. Life was flashing through your vision from the first time you moved to Hyogo, to your first day at Inarizaki, to the start of the zombie outbreak, to the day Suna came to your house to save you. There was no strength left in your system to allow you to move, so you shut your eyes and awaited your fate to come through. You anticipated what was about to happen until the sound of bullets rang through your ears.

Suna had collapsed on the floor with a head riddled with bullets and a loose hand on your foot, fingers slowly curling before it came to an abrupt stop.

Just like him, it felt like you died twice on the same night.

5 AM.

Everyone has a different pain threshold, but you were at a point where you’ve exceeded what a normal person could go through. It was beyond any rational human’s capacity to experience this much suffering and yet you were still able to endure it in spite of your willingness to just give up.

The image of Suna’s corpse would haunt you forever, but more-so was the image of leaving him in that rooftop when the chopper came to rescue you and the twins. They’ve had a hard time pulling you away from Suna for your sole refusal to leave him there so they had to drag you away while you watched his body fading farther and farther from your sight.

It was the last time you ever screamed your heart out.

Because when you reached Aomori, you were numb. You were lifeless. You were lethargic. The rollercoaster of emotions that you’ve gone through for the past twenty-four hours rendered you senseless as though your heart and soul had already reached their peak.

Like the twins, Aran was in bereft upon hearing the news. They shared tears, they shared grief, but you? You spent most of the time staring at an empty space even when you were greeted by Aomori’s huge camp. The tall iron walls would have surprised you more if only you had enough space in your mind to process positive emotions. Because even if you were safe, even if you were assured of a secured life, not having Rintarou on this journey didn’t feel as gratifying.

There were four stages to undergo through before you could fully enter the camp because they had to do physical, medical, and security checks just to ensure that none of you were infected. Every face you saw asked you if you were fine and all you could muster was a nod, hoping that your swollen eyes and hoarse voice were of great excuse.

Getting inside the camp was like entering another dimension. A utopia within a dystopia—where a community was built for happy kids to run around safely, for teenagers to gather around without much worry, for parents and couples and young lovers to start a new generation with high hopes.

You were expected to be happy to have finally found your safe permanent home, but you ended up having a teardrop falling from your eye because home was where Rintarou Suna was.

‘Suna would’ve been so excited to see this’ was all you could think of when you stood there and appreciated the panoramic view of your final destination. Your journey has ended, but he couldn’t complete it with you.

“Y/N.” Osamu’s hand rubbed on your arm before he gestured for you to look towards your left.

“Nee-chan?”

It was for the first time since last night were you able to snap out of your depressing thoughts as you saw Asher from a distance, standing in front of you in flesh—alive, well, and completely healthy. His hair had grown longer from the last time you’ve seen him. His height seemed to have grown an inch taller, too. There were gauze pads covering his arm and bandaid on his cheek, but other than that, he was healthier than the three of you who recently just came.

“Asher!” You were running, dashing in a blink of an eye as you embraced your brother in your arms with lachrymal filling your lids. He was tightening his hug around your neck when you crouched on his level, later pulling away to cup his cheeks and kiss his forehead. “I’m so glad. Y-You’re okay. I—”

“I waited for you,” he responded, pulling you again for a hug. “I knew you were alive because Suna nii-chan came back for you. He promised.”

He did. He saved you and you were eternally grateful for him. “Yeah,” you sniffed, seeing the twins look at you and your brother in content. “Rin is... he’s an angel now.”

Asher had wide eyes when he withdrew himself to stare at your expression. You knew what he was going to say because you could see it in his sympathetic eyes. Before he could speak another word, however, a medical personnel approached your brother with a friendly beam on her face.

“Asher,” she called, adjusting her laboratory coat. “It’s time to get tested.”

With a haste move, you got up and looked at the woman in curiosity. “Tested?” you inquired, “I’m his sister. I just came here today.”

“Oh!” The woman’s eyes widened in recognition, seemingly having heard of you from your brother. “Well, your brother here is one of our best hopes for a cure. We’re in the final stages of developing a strong vaccine that can protect us from zombie bites.”

It wasn’t just you who was confused. Even the twins themselves were interested in the conversation. Asher? The cure? “I’m sorry, what do you mean Asher is the...”

Asher tugged at your arm and lifted his shirt to show what appeared to be a healed zombie bite on his rib and you were completely stupefied. He was bitten? “I was infected, nee-chan,” he confirmed your thoughts, “but I didn’t turn into a zombie.”

“Wait, wait,” Atsumu chimed in, looking at the doctor in perplexity. “Let me guess, he was bitten in Osaka and didn’t turn into a Z so ‘ya guys ordered to take him here and have him tested for immunity?”

The doctor nodded. “That’s right,” smiling, he glanced at Asher, “he’s one of the five people we’ve confirmed to have immunity.”

“I can’t believe this.” You were taken aback from the newfound information because knowing that your brother was the cure was almost hard to believe. He was locked in your embrace before you could utter another word, holding on the feeling of his presence fulfilling the void that Suna left in your heart. “I’m so glad you’re safe, Asher. So glad.”

Asher held you with equal relief. “We can start a new life here, nee-chan.”

Suna’s words echoed through the back of your mind. ‘There’s a rainbow after the storm. Live a happy life in Aomori, Y/N.’ Certainly, this was no rainbow. And life would never be as happy without him. No matter how many years have passed, whether the zombie apocalypse would be over or would just worsen through time, you had no option left but to survive.

Thinking of the past year when the outbreak wiped out half of the world’s population, it was depressing to see how many lives were lost and how many hearts were broken. The death of your parents, the death of your friends, of Haru, of Sophia, of Kita, and most importantly, of Suna. There was no escape from the pain that the people who died have left behind, but there was hope for a new beginning.

If there was anything you learned from Suna, it was to always find something to smile about. Even when you were hurting, even when you were on your last breath—appreciate the good things before it was gone.

He saved your life because he wanted you to live and you have to treasure his sacrifices by moving forward to fulfill his dying wish. No matter how much it shattered you and left you in broken pieces, you would honor his death by living. For him. From the beginning until the end. Not even death could separate him from you.

As you got up from your embrace with Asher, you gestured for the twins to come closer and join you two. This was your family now. After the cruel apocalypse took away every important person in your lives, you still had them, here, in a safe place where you could heal and start a new life. With golden skies stretched out in the horizon to welcome a new day after the darkness of the night.

All that, with one last rule left in mind.

Rule 12: Never forget about Rintarou Suna in this lifetime

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Baby Steps (A Good Man)

A/N: Hello my sunshines! I’m back with another little installment of the AGM ‘verse with our favorite Javi and Dulzura! I love them so much and I’m glad y’all do too! I hope you guys enjoy! As always, comments and feedback are welcome, and if you’d like to be tagged let me know! Xx

*can be read as a standalone or part of the ‘verse as a whole*

Pairing: Professor! Javi x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: language, pregnant!reader

A GOOD MAN ‘VERSE MASTERLIST

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JAVIER MASTERLIST

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“Mrs. Peña?” the sound of your name still surprised you, despite the fact that the students had been calling you for several months now. A grin worked its way onto your face as you looked at the young boy who was watching you with wide, eager eyes. Putting your pen down, you motioned for him to continue, “will you come outside and play with us?”

“You want me to hang out with you guys?” you almost laughed at the idea that any kid deemed you worthy of spending time with them, “I thought teachers were lame, Mikey?”

“Some of them, but not all of them! You’re pretty cool,” he smiled and displayed his toothy grin. How were you supposed to say no to him? You nodded and stood up, taking the hand he was holding out to you, “besides we’re playing kickball and we need one more person!!”

“I should have known you were just using me for my exceptional skills,” you pretended to be hurt as he pulled out of the building and into the playground, where the sun was shining brightly.

Normally, you’d have turned him down, opting to get some work done during the lunch period, but decided you might as well indulge him and yourself. You really enjoyed the kids you had this year, and it was a gorgeous early spring day.

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Turns out, kickball with a bunch of seven and eight year olds was not as simple as it seemed. They seemed to come up with all sorts of nonsense rules, and on top of it all, they happened to be extremely competitive. And yet...you were thoroughly enjoying yourself - and glad you had opted to wear jeans today instead of a skirt or dress. Javi had been particularly fond of the tight, high-waisted jeans that hugged you in all the right places, getting very handsy before you both had to leave for work. Typical Javier; not that you minded of course.

“Come on, give us a good one, Mrs. P!” Mikey yelled at the top of his small lungs as you proceeded to kick the ball that was rolled at you. You offered up a firm kick, but not one you would have used if you’d been playing with only adults. Taking unfair advantage was something you definitely didn’t want to do.

As soon as your foot made contact with the red rubber ball, you watched it whistle through the air before running to the first base. But...it was over before it started as you ran and then immediately proceeded to trip over your slightly untied shoelaces. You made contact with the hard earth before you knew and rolled your ankle in the process.

You landed with a mixture of an annoyed sigh and a loud oof as you chided yourself. You should have made sure they were properly tied before doing anything. The kids clambered around you, faces anxious as they tried to make sure you were okay. Physically you were sure you’d be just fine, but mentally your pride was wounded. Oh, to make a fool of yourself in front of a bunch of children.

“I’m alright,” you promised as you slowly rose to your feet; an instant tinge of pain shot through your ankle and leg as you almost lost your balance again. Maybe you were hurt… “it’s alright - you guys go back to playing and I’m going to go back to the classroom and sit for a moment. I might have twisted my ankle.”

They nodded, but gave you wary looks as you hobbled back inside the building. You should have remained the umpire and refused to play; you were obviously not coordinated enough for any of this. Slumping back in your chair, you rolled up your pant leg and hissed at the sight of the already swollen ankle. Shit.

“You’d better get that checked out,” Anna, one of the teachers from across the hall looked at you with a pained expression, “looks painful.”

“Nothing some rest and elevation won’t fix,” you insisted as you slumped against the back of the chair, “I’m too old for this! When did I become an adult?"

“Hey, at least they think you’re cool,” she huffed playfully, “they never ask me to play! But seriously, that looks pretty bad. And it happened at work, you know how they get about stuff like that.”

“Fineeee,” you groaned, “I’ll go to the school nurse.”

“I would recommend an actual urgent care or ER visit,” she raised an eyebrow, “besides, you know how Javi gets - he'll flay us all if he thought we weren’t looking out for you.”

“He’s...something else.”

“He’s amazing,” she reminded as you nodded in agreement. For how much of a worrywart he could be, you knew it was all out of love, “now go and get it checked out. I’ll handle getting the sub in and telling everyone. You have enough to worry about. Can you make it okay, or will you need a ride? Should I call Javi?”

“I can drive myself,” you promised, thankful it happened to your left foot and not the right, “I’m not going to bother my darling, overprotective husband just yet. Not until I can confirm that nothing is actually wrong. I don’t want him to stress over nothing, and I’m sure by the time he gets home tonight he’ll just be laughing at me and my clumsiness!”

“Alright,” Anna grabbed your purse and handed it to you, as you managed to slink out of the chair, “go get checked out and feel better. If you need anything at all, just call me.”

“Thanks for all of your help,” you hobbled towards the door, trying to keep as much weight off of your foot as possible, as Anna grimaced at you, “I swear it’s not that bad - worse than it looks.”

“Sure, sure,” she disagreed politely, “now quit stalling and go get help!”

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The white walls and bright lights of the exam room were enough to rattle your nerves, even if just ever so lightly. You sat on the examination bed and tried to keep yourself calm as you waited for the nurse to come back and begin examining you. Nothing but the distant sounds of people outside and the tick-tock of the aging clock met your ears. You almost wish you’d called Javier just to have some company. Shit.

“Mrs. Peña?” a kind looking woman, maybe around Javier’s age poked her head in as you nodded, “sorry for the wait, we’re pretty busy right now. You’re here for a rolled ankle?”

“Yeah,” you answered as you relaxed at her comforting presence as she came in and sat on her rolling stool, eyes immediately dropping your swollen and irritated ankle, “I was playing with my kids outside - kickball - and then tripped over my own damn feet and ta da!”

“Were you at home when this happened? Playing with your kids?”

“Oh no, I’m a teacher,” you quickly explained, a warm flush rising up your cheeks at the thought of children, “it was on their lunch break at school. I-I don’t have any children of my own.”

You weren’t sure why you felt the need to offer up a clarifying statement.

“I see,” she made a few notes before turning back to you, “it looks pretty bad, to be quite frank. I’m going to assume it wasn’t a break, a sprain rather, from how you’re managing, but we’ll need to do some x-rays to confirm. We’ll do your blood work as well just to make sure everything is in order. Before we do x-rays or anything - are you pregnant?”

“No,” you admitted, looking at your feet as you tried not to sigh. It had been on your mind recently, and you weren’t sure quite what to make of your own feelings on the matter. While you hadn't been actively trying, you couldn't help but wonder if it would ever happen.

“Any chance you could be?”

“Umm,” you twiddled your thumbs as you shrugged your shoulders, “I-I suppose. I’m not on birth control and my husband and I don’t use protection...we’ve been trying but not trying if that makes sense? But my cycle’s been regular so I highly doubt it.”

“Okay,” the scratching of her pen on paper was almost maddening as she was making notes and you just sat there. You could curse yourself for babbling on to her, but you couldn’t really help it. Besides, it’d be better for them to know all the details if they were going to x-ray and poke and prod you, “very good. Let me just go get everything and we’ll get started and a better look at everything. We’ll have you set and on your way in no time.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

“Here you go,” you scratched Stevie’s ears as you offered him a treat, a scrap of carrot from the vegetables you were chopping up for dinner, “what do you think, buddy? Should we tell him tonight?”

“Should we tell who and what tonight?” Javi’s voice startled you so much that you almost dropped your knife. You hadn’t even heard him come in, ever the sneaky DEA agent as he walked into the kitchen. A smile was on his face as he came over to you and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “hi baby.”

“J-Javi,” you couldn’t help but melt into his touch, despite his surprise arrival, “you’re home!”

“Oh very observant of you, Dulzura,” he teased as he pulled back and started to undo his tie. It was only then that he noticed you weren’t wearing what you had earlier in the day; you were in one of his sweaters and a pair of joggers and… “what the hell happened to your ankle?!”

There it was - Javier switching into overdrive. You put everything down on the counter and turned to him, putting on your most innocent and sheepish expression. His large, warm hands found your face as he looked you over to make sure you were okay.

“It’s nothing, Javi,” you promised him, “I swear it. It’s just a bad sprain, but I went and had it looked at and they wrapped it and gave me pain killers. It’s umm...a stupid little story actually…”

“What happened?” he bent down and reached out to tentatively and delicately cheek the binding to make sure the nurse had properly tended to your sprain. He made a small sound of disgruntled satisfaction before standing up and waiting for a proper explanation, “why didn’t you call me?”

“I didn’t want to worry you, Javier,” you promised as he crossed his arms over his broad but acquiesced with a nod, “you’re so busy, and honestly, it wasn’t a big deal at all. Besides, Anna was ready to call you immediately, but I told her not to worry. All that happened was that I was outside with the kids and we were playing kickball and I tried over my laces, fell, and twisted my ankle. It hurts, but no fracture or anything.”

Javier’s lips twitched as he tried not to laugh, his shoulders shaking with effort as he just studied you, “are you....are you serious, Dulzura?”

“Don’t laugh at me!” you pouted as he started laughing at your dismal nod when you confirmed that that was what actually happened, “they thought I was cool and how was I supposed to say no to them!? I’m the cool teacher to them!”

“And look what that got you,” he snickered as you sighed heavily, “I’m sorry - I’m sorry. As long as you’re okay, that’s what matters. Whatever you need, just tell me the word and I’ll make sure you have it. I’ll take good care of you, Dulzura.”

“I know you will...you always do,” your heart raced as you tried to decide whether or not to tell him the rest of your revelations. But then he looked at you with those eyes, those soft brown, gentle eyes, and your heart melted. He gently pulled you into his arms as he kissed you again, chasing after your soft, sweet lips with his own, seemingly never able to get enough of you, “Javier, I love you.”

“I love you too,” you felt him smile against your lips, “what’s brought on your sudden declaration of love, mi alma?”

“I...I’m pregnant,” you blurted it out without even really thinking about it. Javier pulled back as a surprised expression crossed his features. He looked at you, seemingly in a state of shock, before opening and closing his mouth a few times, “Javi?”

“You’re pregnant?” he repeated as you nodded. It took about a moment for everything to finally come full circle as he finally realized what you had said. Immediately, an overwhelming wave of emotion came over you as you felt the back of your eyes start to sting with tears. He grabbed your face and slowly crashed his lips back onto yours and kissed deeply and slowly, “holy shit.”

“I know,” you beamed at him, “they asked before they did x-rays and blood work and then well...they discovered I was pregnant. I had no clue and then they told me and yeah - holy shit."

“That’s amazing,” he said softly, “pregnant....”

“I know,” you breathed him in and ran a hand through his dark curls, “I’m not far along, only like six weeks, so it’s still very early, but yes. We’re finally having a baby, Javier!

“I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you,” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around and held you in a tight embrace, “I love you so much.”

“You deserve this - everything. You are such a good man, Javier, and I am so honored to call you my husband, and the father of my child,” he almost melted under your praise as you traced along his features before resting your hand on his cheek, “I love you, Javi. I am so excited for this.”

“Me too,” he agreed, “this is everything - you are everything.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

3 months pregnant

“Dulzura?” Javier yawned as he wiped the sleep from his eyes as he got up and found you in the kitchen, peering into the fridge. You were in the mood for...something. You just weren’t sure what that something was. Everything sounded good but nothing seemed to satiate that craving you had deep within, “what are you doing up?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” you admitted, hoping you hadn’t woken him up by accident, “and I got hungry. I’m sorry if I woke you, my love. Go back to bed, Javier.”

“It’s fine,” he insisted as he shuffled into the kitchen and slowly pried you away from the fridge, “sit down, and let me make you something to eat. What sounds good?”

“Javier,” you did as he asked, padding over to the other side of the counter and taking a seat at the bar. You rested your head on your hands as he stifled a yawn, "honey, go back to bed. You're exhausted and you've got back to back classes tomorrow."

"They start in the late morning," he insisted, with a sleepy nod as you just laughed at him. He was such a stubborn man sometimes it drove you crazy - but you knew it came from a place of love and concern, "don't sleep well without you anyways. 's better when you're there."

"Oh, my sweet husband," he reached into the fridge and pulled out some cheese, butter, and your favorite pickled jalapeños. You watched in curiosity as he went to the bread box and grabbed the fresh loaf of bread you'd purchased earlier at the store, "grilled cheese?"

"Grilled cheese with jalapeños," he corrected, a lazy smile tugged up the corners of his mouth. You made a small sound of musing as you realized it didn't sound too bad at all, "and tomato soup, naturally. How does that sound?"

"Sounds delicious," you grinned eagerly as you leaned in to watch him work. You made a small sound of surprise as your stomach rumbled loudly. Apparently you were hungrier than you had thought, "apparently, my stomach and I agree. I think its your daughter that agrees."

At the mention of your baby, Javier paused and smiled, his eyes flitting to your barely visible bump. Some days he still couldn't believe that you were having a baby. You were his wife. What a wild world it was indeed; years ago he'd never dreamed he would have all of this. The Javier that once existed and refused to believe that there was any light in the world could never have pictured any of this.

But here you were. Continually proving him wrong. And he loved it all.

"Wait - how do you know we're having a girl?" he asked, suddenly wide awake as he raised an eyebrow at you, "I thought we still need to wait another month or so."

"We do," you grinned at him, "but I just know. I'm sure of it!"

"Well, you do have a fifty-fifty chance of being right…"

"I have a hundred percent chance of being right," you insisted as you reached over the counter and grabbed the jar of pickled jalapeños and fished a few out, and popped them into your mouth, "don't argue with your pregnant wife, Javier Peña. You of all people should know not to cross someone so dangerous."

He snorted with laughter, suddenly feeling much more awake as he sliced up cheese and turned on the stove, "and if we end up having a son?"

"Then we keep having more until we have a daughter and I am proven right," you plastered on a sweet smile, knowing it would wind him up. You'd never really discussed how many children you wanted or planned on having. It was just a sort of...whatever happens happens type thing. But, if you were being honest, you'd probably have given Javier as many children as he wanted. Your husband fell silent as he watched you for a moment before taking the jar away from, "nothing to add? Silence isn't like you, my love."

"We can have as many as you'd like," he promised, "you're the one doing all the hard work. If you're done after one, then it's fine for me. You already amaze me every day."

"Don't make me cry, Javier," your whole body soaked in the warmth and love from his simple words, "its getting really easy at this point, and you're taking advantage!"

"Sorry," he shot you a wink before leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to your lips, "back to business."

"Hmm," you mused quietly, "I thought kissing me was business."

"I thought you were hungry?"

"Fine," you playfully huffed as he carried on cooking, "Javi?"

"Dulzura?"

"I love you," you beamed at him, the little smile that worked its way onto his face take your breath away - as it always had.

"I love you."

»»————-　♡　————-««

6 months pregnant

A huff escaped your lips as you tried to reach for the socks and underwear that had fallen out of the laundry basket. It was no easy feat when you couldn’t see your own feet anymore. But you were determined to get everything up and off the floor as you walked back towards your bedroom to put away the clean clothes. And you weren’t about to give up and ask for help - not yet anyway.

Instead, you opted to awkwardly lower yourself to the floor in order to blindly grab for the discarded items. But it was no use...this was almost harder.

“You alright, Dulzura?” Javier came in and found you struggling, cleaning his dirty hands off on a rag. He’d been working outside, getting the garden spruced up as the summer slowly came to an end, “can’t reach?”

“I can,” you stuck your tongue out at him as he huffed with laughter, but motioned for you to go on. Wanting to prove that you were right, and weren’t completely helpless after all. It hadn’t been easy having to give up a lot of the things you used to be able to do with ease as you progressed in your pregnancy. The fact that none of your pants would fit over your belly anymore had been a point of horror for you - it meant you were truly and actually pregnant, you were actually having a baby. You’d always known, but that had been what made it all extremely real. Every day you got closer and closer to your due date, it all became a little more real. Exciting - but terrifying.

Not being able to see your feet had been another blow. You could hardly get proper shoes on anymore, opting for easy slide ons, which were great for the warmth of summer and didn’t matter since you were on summer break along with your kids. It was almost as though Javier could sense your frustration, and he’d often silently help you with getting your shoes on in the morning. He never said a word, knowing he didn’t have to. He always told you he loved you in so many ways, often without saying it.

You tried to again, dangling your hand along on the floor as you tried again. After watching you struggle for a moment, Javier came over and grabbed everything in one foul swoop before taking your hand in his and helping you upright.

“Hey,” you pouted at him as he put the items back into your basket, “I almost had it!”

“I know,” he kissed the tip of your nose, “but I wanted to help. Why can I not help my gorgeous wife?”

“Your very pregnant and easily frustrated wife?” you teased as you started to walk towards the bedroom. He followed after you, swatting at your bum as you squealed in delight, “Javier!”

“Come on, mi alma,” he grinned, “let me help put everything away.”

“If I let you help, you’re just going to take me to bed and then I’ll have to wash the sheets again!”

“I’ve never heard a single complaint from you before,” as you set the basket on the dresser, he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist before settling a hand on your belly and gently rubbing it a few times. He pressed a few kisses to the side of your neck as you tilted your head to give him easier access, “there we go, Dulzura. Just like you like it.”

“You’re the worst,” you teased as you turned your head to kiss him, “you’re lucky I love you. And I’m seemingly always in the mood right now - they really weren’t kidding about pregnancy making you more horny. Although, I’ve never heard a single complaint from you before.”

“And you never will,” he promised, his low in your ear as you tried not to completely let your mind wander too far away, “do you have any plans for this afternoon, Dulzura?”

“N-no,” you managed to choke out as one of his hands skimmed along the waistband of your leggings. You knew exactly where this was going, and you were loath to stop him, especially as he slowly kept kissing you.

“Good,” he rasped, “because I have plans for you. Been thinking about you all day, especially in these tight leggings. You knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you honey?”

“Uh huh,” you agreed as his warm hand slipped inside and a shiver ran up your spine, “Javier. Please.”

“Don’t worry, mi alma,” he captured your gasp in a sweet kiss, “I’ll take good care of you.”

The laundry could definitely wait.

»»————-　♡　————-««

9 months pregnant

It was an early, chilling morning as you sipped on some tea as you sat out in the garden. It was probably too cold to be sitting outside, but you were handled up in blankets and didn't care.

Christmas was a few weeks away and you enjoyed peeking into the neighbor's yards to see what they all had going on for decorations.

"Are you sure you don't want to come inside?" Javier poked his head out from the sliding screen door, his brow furrowed in concentration, "its freezing! And I have breakfast!"

"I've got blankets and a baby keeping me warm," you reminded him, pointing at your large belly. You were due in a couple of weeks; how time had flown. He jokingly frowned at you, sticking out his tongue. Playfully rolling your eyes, you clambered to your feet and waddled over to him, "fine, hold on you big baby. This is because I want breakfast."

Javier was on his winter break from teaching and you were on maternity leave now and you definitely didn't mind having him around all the time. If you could have always had it this way, you definitely wouldn't have minded.

"I'm just looking out for you," he insisted with a pout as you pressed a kiss to his lips, "I talked to Papà. He's really excited to come in a few weeks - more like excited to meet his grandbaby."

"I'm not complaining at all," you insisted, knowing there would be many sleepless nights and chaotic days ahead of you, "we'll need all the help we can get. Hell, maybe we can convince Steve and Connie to come and visit too…"

"I'm sure we'll have all the help in the world between our families and friends, Dulzura," he promised as he took your hand and pulled you into the warm kitchen, putting a plate of breakfast for you on the counter, "I'm sure we'll get sick of having so many people around."

"I guess we'll just have to wait and see," you took a bite and smiled as Stevie laid by your feet. The whole house was warm and cozy, perfectly decorated for Christmas, with a huge tree and already lots of presents. Javier had really outdone himself this year, seemingly more in the Christmas spirit than you. Honestly, you were feeling a little bit out of it - being so pregnant would do that to you.

You watched your husband for a few moments, admiring his profile and lazy smile. Gods, you were still so in love with him. He felt you watching him closely, and turned to you, cooking a dark brow, "what's on your mind, mi alma?"

"Nothing much," you shrugged lightly, feeling a flush of warmth was over you at him catching you, "just thinking about how I love you, and how I'm glad you're here with me, that you knocked me up, and yeah. Are you…are you nervous Javi?"

"About the baby?"

"No, about the Astros' odds next season," you snorted as he groaned at your joke, "of course the baby. I'm just...so nervous. Like I feel ready to meet her, but I'm so scared that I'll fuck it up somehow."

"You still think its a girl?"

"Positive," you grinned at him - you'd decided not to find out the sex ahead of time, leaving it a surprise for both of you. You were still convinced it was a girl, Javier was undecided, "we'll find out soon enough!"

"Either way," he brought his plate and sat down next to you, "everything will be alright. You're going to be an amazing mother, Dulzura. You are everything."

"I love you, Javier," you beamed as he gently put a hand on your belly, "I know it'll be alright, but holy shit - I'm so nervous. Its getting so real lately. We're going to be parents."

"Parents," he repeated, "fuck."

"Who would have thought-" you were quickly cut off when you felt the baby flutter round. A small sound of surprise left your lips as you grabbed Javier's hand and placed it on your belly, "she's telling you not to curse."

He was silent for a moment as a smile spread on his features; despite having felt this many times by now, it still continued to surprise him. He couldn't even imagine how it felt for you, "this is...everything."

"I realized I didn't know what to get you for Christmas so I got you a baby instead," you don't know why it came to mind, but as soon as the words left your lips you brought into a fit of laughter - Javier joined in, a brilliant sound that you adored above all.

"Best Christmas present ever," he whispered before leaning in and giving you a gentle kiss - sweet from the syrup and pancakes he had just eaten, "I mean it. I love you both more than you will ever know."

"We love you too," you grinned as he stroked your belly, "I'm glad your class was the only one available and I took it. I'm glad you were a grumpy professor that let me into his office - I was able to work my magic and look where that got us."

He threw his back with laughter, his dark curls shining brilliantly in the light as his eyes crinkled in the corners. You'd never been more glad for subjecting yourself to his class.

"Me too," he whispered as he put a hand on your cheek, "you always were a stubborn thing."

"Some things never change," you stuck your tongue out at him, "I trust your daughter will be the same!"

»»————-　♡　————-««

You were humming to yourself as you shuffled around the kitchen and tried to put together a mid afternoon snack when you felt an odd sensation in your lower belly. It caused you to drop the knife on the counter as you held onto the marble and gritted your teeth. Stevie was at your feet in an instant, looking at you with concern.

"Its okay, buddy," you reassured him as the pain passed. Surely it couldn't have been anything too bad...probably just an end of pregnancy pain. Sighing at your nonsense worry, you reached for the knife again but before you reached it, the pain was back, "never mind, shit shit shit."

Trying to keep yourself calm, you leaned against the counter and tried to even your breathing. Contractions. Of course. You were due in a week and you still hadn't been expecting it.

"Javier?" he was down the hall in the second bedroom that had been converted into the nursery, putting away the final touches of clothing. Before he could respond, you felt an odd sensation followed by liquid running down your legs, "Javier!"

"What's wrong, Dulzura?" he rushed down the hall and back into the kitchen, worry etched onto his features as you stood there in shock and clutched at your belly, "honey-"

"My water broke," you said meekly as you pointed to your wet pants, "and I've had a few contractions - I think the baby's coming."

"Okay," he immediately kicked into gear as he remained cool and calm, despite wanting to panic and worry along with you, "its okay. I'm going to get the hospital bag, we'll get you in the car, Stevie to the neighbor, and then we'll go and have a baby."

"You make it seem so simple," you huffed lightly as you tried to channel his inner calm demeanor, "we'll be okay, right? I-I'm scared…"

"I know, honey," he promised as he kissed the side of your head, "you've done so amazing already, it will all be okay. I'm right here, okay? I'm just going to grab your bag and the dog and we'll go. Ten minutes and we'll be on the way."

"Okay," you agreed as he practically ran down the hall to get your packed bag, "we're going to have a baby, Javi."

"Indeed we are," he agreed with a small smile as he reached for his wallet and keys and stuff for the neighbor to watch Stevie for a few days, "we're having our baby."

Holy shit.

»»————-　♡　————-««

“You’re doing amazing, sweetheart,” Javier praised you as you squeezed his hand after another push. You groaned and gritted your teeth as you glared at him; this was absolute hell, “the baby’s almost there.”

“Shut up, Javier,” you hissed as you got ready for another push, “I am never letting you touch me again! You did this to me.”

“Hey - it was a team effort,” he reminded you in a vain attempt at a joke. Your death glare and the squeezing of his hand said it all, “sorry, Dulzura. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said as you took a deep breath, “but right now, I’m blaming this on you.”

“Fair enough,” he said as you pushed again. He was sure his hand was going to break.

»»————-　♡　————-««

It wasn’t much longer before you were laying back and holding the smallest bundle you could ever imagine in your arms. You were somewhere between crying tears of joy and exhaustion, as you stared at your newborn daughter in awe. Javier was sitting next to you, looking down at her, his own eyes glossy as he gently touched her cheek. She had the darkest eyes and a shock of dark hair, already taking after her father. She had come into the world squealing and crying but had fallen asleep almost as soon as Javier held her.

“I told you we were having a girl,” you teased him softly, “I was right. Look at her, Javier. That’s our daughter. We made her.”

“You did all the hard work, mi alma,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “she’s beautiful.”

“Lucia Luna Peña,” you grinned at your husband, “it’s perfect. I love you both more than you could ever know. Javier...you really are everything to me - the best friend, best husband, and now the best father. She’s going to love the hell out of you, just like I do.”

He remained silent for a moment as he looked at the sleeping baby before looking back at you. His whole world was in his arms, and the thought of that alone was enough to overwhelm him with emotion. He’d never thought he wanted this - a “boring” job, a home, a wife, and a baby.

But here he was. And he had never felt happier, never felt more full of love and life. This was everything.

“I love you so much, Dulzura - you and Lucia,” he promised as he rested his head on top of yours, “you have given me everything, more than you know. Te quiero con todo.”

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{part 2}

approximately 2 weeks, 3 days, 17 minutes and 9 seconds had passed since you were first rushed into the emergency room and induced in a coma, taking grayson’s heart with you. not that he was counting, but grayson never thought he would cry for you as much as he did. he needed you back.

as he remained stuck to your bedside, his hand never leaving your cold, pale and lifeless one, he reminisced back to when life was perfect. when it was you and him agasint the world. happy, healthy and blissfully in love.

grayson missed everything about you, he missed the way you would play with his hair mindlessly as he drove, your fingers soothing his scalp and your humming a perfect melody to his ears. he missed the way you would constantly tease him with your playfulness when you wanted to cheer him up after a stressful day, he missed the way your smile lit up the entire room and had his heart beating out of his chest whenever your eyes met his.

he loved being loved by you.

he missed it. he craved your attention again.

grayson missed the way you would always give him the bigger half of montys burger as you knew his own order wouldn’t touch the sides for his large appetite and he missed the way you would sneak sips of his milkshake when you thought he wasn’t looking. he noticed everytime, but found it adorable the way you thought you were slick with it. grayson always ordered the cookie dough milkshake, even when he wanted a strawberry one as he knew you would regret ordering the coffee flavour and steal his.

he knew you like the back of his hand, better than you knew yourself.

“bro you gotta eat,” ethan pleaded with grayson, trying his best to get his brother to even look at him but his eyes never once left your motionless body. grayson hadn't touched a drop of water let alone food. he could bare the thought of leaving your side incase you needed him, incase you were ready to wake up and finally come back to him.

“eat for her, gray c’mon.”

grayson felt utterly helpless. he was normally always so good at banishing your pain away, whether it be kissing away cuts and scrapes you get from being your clumsy self, to soothing your cramps and period pains, his hands were healing.

dispite all this, grayson had to sit back and watch you in a state he had no control over. he wanted nothing more than to trade places with you, to take away your pain and suffering away and save your life. but as we all know, life wasn’t always kind. he would wish upon a thousand stars if it meant he could stare into your eyes. he wished to fall in love with you one last time.

“she's gonna be ok man, i promise” ethan didn't believe his own words, remembering back to the moment he had entered the hospital where your doctor had approached him, unable to speak to grayson due to his emotional state, and confined in ethan that there was a high possibility you wouldn’t wake up. you weren’t showing any signs of improvement yet ethan knew his brother needed to hear those reassuring words no matter the consequences they held further done the line.

grayson stayed slient, a few tears rolling down his face as the one hand that wasn’t resting in yours, toyed with the velvet box in the pocket of his sweatpants- it never left his side since you got admitted.

“it’s our anniversary tomorrow.” this was the first time in 2 weeks grayson had spoken to anyone besides you. although he waasn’t looking in ethan’s direction, his word were meant for him.

“gray-“

“i let her down bro. the one promise i made to her, to myself, to dad, and i broke it. she’s here because of me and there’s absolutely nothing i can do to save her.” growing frustrated with himself, his words stung yet it was less pain than what you were currently being put through. grayson felt selfish to think of anything else than you.

“i pushed her away, if it wasn’t for me she wouldn’t be here right now! if i hadn’t had lost my temper, called her those horrible names- i- she..no.”

“no fuck this. it’s now or never.”

ethan watched with wary unsettled eyes as grayson rose from his seat, pushing it agasint the wall and dropping to one knee. he lifted your hand to his lips and kissed every knuckle with such gentle pressure. sighing and preparing himself for what was about to come.

ethan got his camera ready, knowing his brothers intentions and although he believed you could hear every word, when you woke up it would be a make the troubling experience that little bit lighter once you saw the memorabilia.

“y/n, baby i know you can hear me right now so let me say this- i love you, more than i have ever or could ever love something in my life. you’re my purpose, your the reason ive been put on this earth. my job is to love you and i want to spend the rest of my life doing so.”

wiping his tears to clear his blurry vision, he takes a deep inhale and continues. you hear every word, your body fighting with itself to open your eyes and jump into the arms of your destiny.

“the story of our love is only beginning. let's write our own happy ending. marry me baby. come back to me and be my wife yeah?”

after his speech, one he had gone over thousands of times in his head, yet when he came down to the very moment he just spoke from the heart, grayson delicately slide the custom made ring onto your finger. smiling for the first time in weeks as it was everything he had ever imagined, it was more beautiful than he had remembered and the fact it was you adoring it, made his heart swore with happiness.

“congratulations man,” ethan pulls grayson in for a brotherly hug, wholeheartedly believing if you were awake right now, you'd jump into graysons arms screaming yes and declaring your love for him. a moment to treasure forever but the circumstances were cruel.

“thanks bro, i need to do that for me. for our future and hope that she makes it. she can’t leave me e.. sh-she can’t.”

“wake up for me pretty girl.” grayson resumes his place by your bedside, his hand clutching yours again as he prepares himself for another painful night without hearing your voice. “p…please.”

a while passes, it’s bearing on midnight with ethan passed out in the corner of the room wrapped in a a blanket he brought from home. grayson is resting his head on your hand and praying like he did every night, unable to allow himself to sleep when sudden he feels a sudden movement beneath him.

you twitch. your fingers brushing agasint grayson as your body struggles to bring itself round.

“e-E! she moved- she moved!” grayson is frantic, startling ethan awake as he desperately tries to call out for you. his heart beat picking up, breathing erratic he would for sure need his inhaler any moment.

he caressed your cheek, hoping his soft touch would be enough to tell you he was there, you were safe and he was waiting for you.

“NURSE!” ethan yells, hitting the emergency button he was warned may times to hit in a case like this. he flung the door open and in stormed a whole crew of night staff. “she moved!”

“sir im going to have to ask you to stand back,” one nurse calmly addressed grayson, trying to respectfully break the contact he had with your hand to allow a thorough inspection to take place.

“baby, no.. no no what's happening- is she ok? im not leaving!” grayson cried, clutching desperately onto your hand in fear you would slip away from him. you loved right? that’s a good sign right? so why was your body swarmed with doctors and nurses screaming codes at each, surrounded by machinery grayson didn’t like the look off.

“don’t take me away from her!”

“sir. i won’t ask again, please stand back.”

“NO BABY, DONT DO THIS Y/N. you gotta come back to me, you hear me… you- you can’t leave me!”

“gray, c’mon man.”

ethan had to physically hold grayson back, forcefully dragging him outside the room to allow the professionals to do what they needed to do. an emotional tearful grayson was only going to complicate the matter and ethan was sure you wouldn’t want grayson to see you this way.

grayson cried, screamed and reached out for you. so distressed and weak as ethan cradled him in his arms and held him. no words of reassurance or confidence as the truth of your fate had finally started to sink in. he had to listen to his twin cry and there was absolutely nothing he could do as an older brother.

ethan cried for you. he cried for grayson. he cried for the love his brother just hated his whole life for and lost in a matter of seconds.

you flatlined, your heart monitor sounding one continues bleep that grayson only ever heard in movies. you stopped breathing, your body stopped beating for him.

12:00pm.

“happy anniversary baby,” grayson whispered. his voice breaking and his body trembling with tears as he broke down in his brothers arm. falling to his knees as the warmth of life had been stolen by the cold embrace of death. grayson was pleading, screamed, fighting with you to wake up but his prayers seemed to go unanswered.

he had to watch the love of his life, his new fiancé, his soulmate flatline in front of his very eyes on your anniversary. grayson felt his entire world come crashing down around him.

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vampiredecay · 3 years

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Hey dear, i have a weird request but could you do a Lost boys X reader or Marko x reader Where all the boys (Marko Dwayne David paul Micheal all of them or just marko Dwayne David paul) see the reader re put bandages on his scar but the scars would be like carls in the walking dead and they see the scar ( i wonder how they would react to it?)

thank you so much for the request, sorry it took me a hot second to post! its longer than my other stories on here so far, so i hope that makes up for it. i also hope that you like what i did with it!! its angsty in the beginning but it gets fluffier <3

Scar Tissue

rating: teen

word count: 2,908

tags/warnings: swearing, mentions of being in pain, mentions of scars, mentions of being in the hospital, harassment, fluff, the boys being sweet, the lost boys x male!reader, male pronouns used, poly!lost boys

You could have never predicted how your life had gone so sideways. Not in a million years- before the accident, you were pretty much an average joe. Decent family, decent friends, decent existence. Nothing was ever really exciting, but you were okay with that. Life didn’t need to be crazy or unpredictable to be fulfilling.

But, you supposed, the price of being a living being on this Earth was that life could never truly be predictable at all. It couldn’t be, with the events that followed you losing your eye, and pretty much all normalcy you grew to live with.

It was extremely painful at first, physically and emotionally. You had lost a vital part of your body, and you could never get it back. It was disorienting, and uncomfortable, like an itch you could never scratch. The skin around your eye was incredibly sensitive, the lightest movement or touch sending shockwaves of burning pain through your nerves. Tears were always on the brink of spilling over anytime you or a doctor had to replace medicine and bandages to keep the wound clean.

In the end, the pain wasn’t the worst part about it. No, you could deal with the pain. The people in your life, however, suddenly changing and disappearing was way, way worse.

Friends slowly stop coming to visit you at the hospital, calls go unanswered, gazes averted. Your parents supported you, of course. They still loved you, and you knew nothing could change that. But sometimes even they got this look in their eyes, something a little too close to pity.

It was an incredibly lonely first couple of months.

But the loneliness and the heartache slowly healed, along with your eye. The scarring lightened and stopped bleeding, and your skin no longer felt as if it was on fire every time you turned your head. You still had to keep it under wraps, to keep out infection, and to keep other people from seeing how bad it was. You knew that people seeing the bandages would cause looks and questions, but it was better than people actually seeing the wound, which would surely cause reactions that you didn’t have the patience to deal with.

As you were healing, you were also relearning how to do things in your daily life. Your sight and depth perception drastically changed, so things like walking and doing simple tasks had to be practiced all over again. You had to take things slow, which you hated, you couldn’t leave the house very often until you got used to walking without bumping into things.

The first place you wanted to go once you were able to was the boardwalk. It was one of your favorite places in the world, so loud and full of life and happiness. It was absolutely what you needed after all of the hardship you had to deal with lately.

So one night, when it got late and your parents turned in for the night, you went out and caught a bus to the nearest stop to the boardwalk. From there you walked until you saw the bright lights and heard loud screaming and chatter and laughter. You smiled as you took in the sight of the people and the games and the rides, it felt like you were breathing for the first time in months.

The first thing you did was buy a big thing of cotton candy and a soda, roaming the boardwalk and consuming sugary goodness. As you walked, you noticed that some people were giving you looks, but you ignored them, focused on just having a good time and living your best life.

Walking around for long periods of time still gave you a bit of trouble, you were starting to get a little dizzy, so after a bit you sat down on a bench to give your brain time to catch up with the rest of your body. This was nice too, you got to relax and just watch people for a bit. There were all sorts of people out tonight, families and tourists and couples, teenagers and surf nazis and locals, all in one spot, the heart of Santa Carla, enjoying the wonders it had to offer.

There was a group of guys that caught your eye, though. You didn’t mean to stare at them; in fact, you knew not to, you’ve seen them around the boardwalk in the past, and heard the rumors surrounding them. But, in your defense, it has been a while since you’ve been there, and you forgot how magnetic they can be.

They were milling near their motorbikes, smoking and talking and lightly harassing anyone that happened to walk by. Three blondes and two brunettes- had there always been five of them? You could have sworn there was only four- all dressed in black and leather, looking dangerous and infuriatingly hot. You would have noticed more, but by accident you make eye contact with one of the guys and you rip your attention away from them.

Shit, god damnit, you’ve been spotted now. There’s only one thing to do, and it’s to walk quickly away and hope you don’t run into them later.

You get up too quickly though, and you stumble straight into a man walking with who you assume to be his girlfriend.

“Hey! Watch it-” He starts to say, pissed off that someone ran into him, but then he takes a good look at you and lets out a laugh. “Oh, I guess you really can’t, huh?”

The girlfriend lets out a giggle, smirking behind a hand over her lips. You mumble out an apology and try to go around them, but the man blocks your path. “What was that? C’mon man I can’t hear you, you mute too or something?”

You look up at him and scoff, anger building inside you. Who the hell did this asshole think he was? Without thinking, you say “Yeah, real funny and original. Bet lines like that really score you in bed.”

There’s some laughter around you, making you realize that a crowd has been drawn. The man’s face turned bright red, his mouth curved downward into a frown and he got up in your space. “Oh, so you’re a tough guy now, huh?” He pushed you in the chest, making you stumble back. You get dizzy and almost fall, but you don’t hit the ground. Instead, your back hits someone's chest. You freeze, then slowly turn your head, to see a guy with spiky platinum blond hair staring at the man who pushed you. The four other guys with him were also there, glaring at the crowd of people just watching.

You turned to look back at the man who pushed you, all the color was drained from his face. His girlfriend was clutching his arm, trying to pull the man away but his feet were glued in place. The blond behind you smirked.

“There a problem here?”

The silence that swept over was deafening and unnatural, it was like all of the boardwalk was holding its breath waiting for an answer. The man swallowed, eyes gliding over the gang behind you, not focusing on one spot. “N-No, man. No problem.”

You let out a breath as you watch the man and his girlfriend back up, and the crowd starts to disperse. The man behind you gives a shark-like grin and chuckles deep. “Wonderful.” He says, and he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you away. You can hear your heart thundering in your chest as you walk away with them, listening as they laugh and push each other.

“N-No m-man, n-no p-problem!” One of the blonds says in a mocking wavering tone, “What a fuckin pussy!” The gang starts laughing again, it feels like the ground underneath your feet is rumbling from the force of it. After a little more walking, they stop in front of a different bench and gesture for you to sit down.

“Take a load off, little man!” You snorted as you sat down, grinning despite the slight lightheadedness. Two of the blonds sat next to you, one with a wild mane of hair and a smile to match swinging an arm behind you. You look at all of them, nodding your head a little bit. “Thank you,” You said softly, “You didn’t have to do that.”

The spiky blond shrugged his shoulders and asked, “What’s your name?”

“Y/N” You said, and he nodded. “I’m David. This is Dwayne, Michael,” He gestured to the two brunettes, one with curly hair and sunglasses hanging off his shirt, the other with longer straight hair and not wearing a shirt at all. “And that’s Paul and Marko.” The two blonds next to you do little waves, the one that wasn’t right next to you has curly hair and a jacket so cluttered with patches it must be heavy.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Y/N!” Paul says, nudging his knee against yours, making you smile more. “It’s good to meet you guys, too.”

After the introductions were out of the way, David offered for you to hang out with them, but you declined, saying you needed to get home. At that David offered a ride instead. You hesitated, but accepted in the end. Riding behind him on his bike was terrifying and exhilarating, you clutched his middle tightly the whole way home, but the blond didn’t seem to mind.

“You should come to the boardwalk more often,” David said as you got off his bike, now at your house. He smiled at you like he was letting you in on a secret, “We’re there all night.”

From that point on, you couldn’t ignore the boy's siren call. The next couple days you would take the bus over, wander until you found them, and then do stupid shit with them all night. A lot of it consisted of them terrorizing people who even looked at them funny, but you didn’t find it scary anymore. You found it powerful. It was the best you’ve felt in a long time.

It wasn’t long, though, until the questions started. You supposed you should have seen it coming, but hanging out with them honestly made you forget.

“So Y/N,” Paul said one night, it was just you and him and Marko. You were leaning against the railing in front of the carousel, waiting for the others to get back from getting food. When you looked over at Paul, he asked “What’s up with the eye?”

Marko punched Paul's shoulder, giving him a look, and Paul threw his hands up dramatically. “What? I don’t mean anything by it, I’m just curious.”

You sighed a little bit, mulling over what to say. You weren’t mad that he asked, you just hated talking about it. “There’s nothing much to say.” You said after a couple seconds of silence. “I was in an accident. Got fucked up. End of story.” Paul and Marko both nodded, taking the hint not to ask anymore. The taller blond wrapped an arm around your shoulders and rested his chin on top of your head. A silent apology. You smiled a little and leaned into him, letting him know it was okay.

After that, David, Dwayne and Michael arrived back with food, and once everyone settled down at a nearby table to eat, David proposed that they go back to their place after eating. You were nervous to accept, but they were cool guys so far, so you didn’t see the harm in it.

Before you could voice your opinion, however, a sudden cold, wet substance suddenly splashed all over your face. You yelped and got up, trying to shake off whatever the fuck it was, when you heard laughter getting distant. Suddenly, the boys were all getting up and shouting, someone was holding onto your shoulders, and when you wiped at your eye you could see it was Dwayne. He looked absolutely livid.

“What the fuck just happened?” You asked, looking down at yourself, disgusted to find that your clothes were soaked now too. The brunette gripped your shoulders a little tighter, not enough to hurt but the pressure was there, “Some people have a death wish.”

You would have asked him to elaborate, but then something dawned on you. “Oh shit!” You exclaim, hand going up to your bandaged eye. “Fuck, I have to get home, I have to change this, fuck!” Dwayne's eyes widened a little, and he nodded, calling attention to the other boys, who were all talking angrily to each other. They all looked over, and when they heard that you needed to change your bandage, they all hurried over. “Our place is closer. Michael, take Y/N to get the supplies he needs. We’ll meet back up at the hotel.” David all but commanded, and everyone seemed to be in agreement. The rest of the boys took off on their bikes while Michael steered you in the direction of a small convenience store on the edge of the boardwalk.

“You okay?” Michael asked, worry written all over his face. You nodded at him, though in reality you were feeling gross, sticky and anxious as hell. You thought it was so nice of them to help you out, really, but you knew this meant that they would probably end up seeing your eye. Seeing your scars. The thought alone was enough to make you slightly nauseous. The brunette could tell that something more was going on with you, so he gently took your hand as you approached the shop. You looked at him, and he smiled at you, squeezing your hand gently. You gave a light smile back and looked away.

After buying the necessary wrap, tape and some bottles of water, you both get on Michaels bike and ride off to their place. You were just thinking about it now, David had said the word “hotel”. Did they stay at an actual hotel?

It didn’t take you long to figure out. When you arrived at the hotel, that was really more of a cave, you were in absolute awe of the place. It was massive and beautiful, you couldn’t believe these guys actually lived here. You had so many questions, but now that you were here, they would have to come after.

Michael led you over to a slightly dusty couch and you sat down, holding the items in your hands nervously. Everyone was sitting around you, you had a very attentive audience that you didn’t really want.

“Is there, uh, a private place I could do this?” You asked, and your heart sank when they shook their heads. “Most of the rooms collapsed when the earthquake hit. There’s not much left, and the parts that remain are too dangerous to go into.” Marko explained, and you sighed. You supposed there was no getting around it.

“Okay, well. Just, don’t say anything, okay?” You got out the bandage wrap from its packaging and took a deep breath. Slowly, you unwrapped the dirty bandage from around your face, revealing your eye to the boys.

All of their facial expressions changed, some more surprised than others. David looked the least shocked, eyes of steel trained on your face, just looking. Dwayne and Michael looked a little more concerned, Michael especially, but otherwise they tried to keep their expressions neutral. Paul and Marko looked intrigued, if anything. Like they wanted to ask questions but were reigning themselves in.

Overall, they kept quiet, and they didn’t shy away from your appearance, so you counted your blessings as you cleaned and dressed your eye as quickly as possible. When you were all finished, Marko and Paul launched themselves at you, sitting next to you with wide smiles on their faces.

“Dude! You’re so badass!” Paul shouted, and Marko was quick to agree. “You should get an eyepatch or something. Crank up the badass factor.”

You laughed at their antics, blushing a bit at their words. You could tell that they really thought you were actually cool. It warmed your chest and you smiled as they went on about eyepatch ideas.

Eventually, David dragged the two away, saying it's getting late and they should probably take you home now. You nodded in agreement, letting out a yawn. You didn’t realize just how tired you were.

Dwayne was the one who ended up taking you home, the ride was a lot gentler and smoother than it usually was, which you were grateful for. When you arrived at your house, and you got off his bike, Dwayne pulled on your arm before you could leave. You looked at him, confused, but then he got off his bike, and he stood in front of you, and he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. You froze, heart pounding. Dwayne pulled away and let go, giving you a small smile. “Have a good night, Y/N.”

You swallowed hard as he got back on his bike. “Yeah- you too.” You stumbled out, making him chuckle. He then rode back off into the night, and you were left stunned on your front lawn.

You didn’t know what would happen now, you had absolutely no clue when it came to the gang of bikers. But you found yourself at peace with it.

Life could never be predictable anymore. And you were more than okay with that.

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eatyourchancletas · 3 years

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SUMMARY | y/n l/n; the trauma surgeon who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and is taken hostage by the terrifying mafia known as ateez. despite their situations, love arises between the doctor and san; but when an enemy comes in between the group, breaking trust and belief between the members, what will san choose to save; his newfound love or his brothers?

PAIRING | choi san x male reader

INFO/CATEGORY | mafia au, fluff, light angst

WARNINGS | violence, weapon usage/mention, foul language, lower case writing

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AUTHOR’S NOTE | we’re back! sorry for the long break, hopefully we can get into the flow of things! monnie’s already started chapter 5 off amazingly too :p written by both of us this time (mainly edited by monnie)! please leave feedback, like, reblog, whatever you can to let us know whether you enjoyed it or not! (re-edited because dongwoo and changsik were switched up)

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y/n was usually called outstanding, hard-working, smart. but in reality, he was an idiot when he was outside the workforce.

being a workaholic meant showing your skills, growing them, improving them, and practicing them constantly. sometimes it seemed to be all he knew— it’s what all the people around him saw.

yet again, outside of it he’s quite a gullible man; which brings him to his current situation…

“looking for something?”

he looked away from the bandages he was previously examining to come face to face with a man that looked around his age. “not really, just restocking my clinic. or—trying to find things to restock it with.” the man nods, glancing around suspiciously, although y/n didn’t didn’t seem to take notice of this particular action.

“this pharmacy is pretty small, but it has lots of good supplies… lots of hidden gems. want me to show you where i get my tools?”

“oh,” y/n blinked in surprise, “you’re in the medical field?”

the man made eye contact with him, managing a convincing smile. “yeah, there’s a clinic down the road from here, about fifteen minutes by foot, this is the nearest pharmacy, so we stock up from here most of the time. i work there as an assistant.”

y/n nodded, amusement sparkling in his eyes. “wow, then please! show me what you suggest.”

at the approval, the man nodded, “name’s changsik, by the way. what do you work as? i’m assuming you’re also in the medical field.”

they walked along the aisle of the cough syrups, ointments, and the few other medicines to turn and make their way to the exit door. y/n furrowed his brows, about to ask why they were exiting until changsik made another turn, walking towards the staff room.

“your assumption is correct, i’m a surgeon…” he replied belatedly, trailing off as he stepped foot inside the room. his eyes trailed on the shelves full of unopened boxes, more prescription pills, and—bingo! the supplies he’d written down on his list.

for a split second, the memory of san handing it to him flashes across his mind, blinking it away as he turned to changsik. “wait, how are you able to access this?”

“i’m a regular.” he glanced across at him, looking past the window. “and also the perks of having a pharmaceutical license,” a hefty laugh left his mouth, “took some convincing though.”

“huh,” y/n squatted down, inspecting a box that was on the floor, “i guess that makes sense.”

“just put what you need in a box and take it out. i’ll just say you’re helping me take it back.” changsik smiled, watching y/n nod and do so.

after a few minutes, y/n finished and announced he was ready to check out. changsik’s eyes met one of the cctv cameras before settling on y/n.

“alright, let’s go check out.”

as they walked toward the front, they reached the hallway that led to the exit. just as y/n was going to walk past, toward the checkout counter, a hand forcefully grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back. he looked behind him, in a startled manner, thinking changsik had just forgotten something. however, a deeper fear struck when changsik’s hand moved to clench at the back of his collar.

“don’t make a sound.”

the second the cold blade touched the skin of y/n’s neck, the surgeon knew to stay quiet. there was a burning in his throat as he struggled to swallow, scared to trigger any abrupt movement. his frantic mind jumbled about, words of scolding placed toward himself and the situation while trying to get a grip. he thought of using the in-ear to alert jongho, but it would risk exposure of the communication device: in any case… he’d be dead by then.

“what is taking him so long?” jongho grunted, tapping his foot in impatience. it’d already been about 10 minutes since y/n entered the store—it shouldn’t take that long for a surgieron to find equipment that’s of medicinal standard!

tapping his in-ear and calling out the doctor’s name, he got no response. placing his face mask on, he rushed into the store, beckoning the cashier. “have you seen a man, about 6’3” with h/c hair?”

the cashier stared at him with a shocked look, “yes, but he went back toward the restrooms. is he dangerous?”

jongho shook his head before running toward the back of the store. he shoved against the restroom door, shouting out the older’s name as he threw open each stall door. finally admitting the fact that the older had disappeared, he tapped his in-ear once more, calling out for anyone.

“jongho, what’s going on?” hongjoong had intercepted the connection, hearing jongho’s worried voice.

the bodyguard had no time to register the primal fear that would settle itself in his bones once faced with the leader, “it’s y/n, hyung. he ran away.”

jongho returned to the headquarters after scoping out the area once more and had just entered through the front door when he was met with the sight of the whole group.

hongjoong was staring at him with his jaw clenched and an almost empty whiskey glass settled in his lax hand. jongho had never seen a look so severe in hongjoong’s eyes—he’d never messed up this bad. and apparently, the leader wasn’t the only one emotionally affected by his mistake, because before hongjoong could even physically express his own anger, san had snatched the glass from his hand and launched it at jongho, missing his head by less than an inch.

everyone was shocked at his silent outburst, san even going as far to ignore the immense pain in his abdomen and on his shoulder, but hongjoong simply sent the younger a look, causing him to cower back in the slightest. jongho, however, was enraged at what had just happened. what gave san, who had no superiority over him, the right to do that?

“what the fuck was that?” he had stormed over to the boy, grabbing his shirt with both fists. san didn’t back down, sticking his jaw out toward the youngest.

“how could you lose y/n?”

“i was told no matter what to avoid cameras, so i stayed outside! i didn’t exactly think the fucker would have the balls to run away!”

everyone watched the two, eyeing when to step in and pull them apart. but hongjoong let them run their mouths. the longer someone talks, the more something is revealed. what he was looking to be revealed, he didn’t know; but something would come up.

san pushed back against jongho, “y/n hyung wouldn’t run away. he’d never do that!”

‘oh,’ hongjoong perked in interest.

the younger scoffed, “what makes you so sure?”

san’s next words came as a bit of a shock, leaving the others with silent questions, “he promised he’d come back.”

bingo!

an awkward silence filled the room as they all stared, speechless at how hopelessly fond their brother had become for their hostage. as much as some of them hated to admit it, y/n was only a hostage to them at the end of the day. and for san to fall into a reversal stockholm syndrome of sorts was nothing short of a disappointment. however, that couldn’t be the main focus, y/n was missing and they didn’t know how strong his resolve would be in the event of torturing.

“run us back on what happened, will you?” hongjoong told jongho, trying to get a clear picture on what went down because the first thing they needed to know was why y/n was taken, much less, who took him. was it by the same person who’d been running their mouths in the streets?

and right in the middle of his explanation, an alarm went off on yeosang’s phone; it was a message. the others kept talking, figuring yeosang could handle whatever message he’d received.

it was when he promptly stood up that all attention had been placed on him.

“it’s him! it’s dongwoo!”

a soft whimper sounded as y/n was thrown to the ground, hands bound and eyes blinded by some piece of cloth.

“boss,” y/n’s kidnapper spoke in a submissive wave, causing y/n to assume the guy had straightened his spine and was saluting him in some way.

a moment later, a gruff voice broke through the eerie silence in the room, “and who is this?” his voice wasn’t angered or bewildered at all, and that’s what scared y/n. he sounded intrigued; like even he wasn’t expecting to be a part of this situation.

“someone with connections to ateez— saw that bodyguard walking around with him.”

the other man hummed, “the bodyguard didn’t follow you, did he?”

“no, no. i found them by the pharmacy; i know the area pretty well because i do the runs for sowon— i knew the camera blindspots!” his abductor seemed to be a bit on the simpler side when it came to this “boss” of his, y/n concluded. this was a completely different personality than when he was being abducted at the scene…

“good job. and you know what, changsik-ah,” his voice seemed to be getting more intrigued, y/n’s heart beating even faster in response, “since you bought in such a valuable hostage, i’ll let you have the honors of obtaining information from him.”

y/n felt the air beside him shift, changsik bowing a full 90 degrees at his boss’s blessing, “thank you!”

a sickeningly hearty laugh resonated and the creaking of a chair sounded before the boss’s next words seemed to be the final straw for y/n’s pounding heart.

“i want him alive.”

“he better be alive,” san growled at jongho.

“we might get to him alive if you two would quit bickering. we’re wasting time because of you two, so shut it and sit down!” hongjoong had had enough of the two. he knew it was a sensitive time for san and jongho, different reasons for both, of course, but they would only get nowhere if they weren’t level-headed.

the two boys bowed their heads at their leader, san still sending a side-eyed glare at the younger before sitting down in his chair.

it’d been two days since y/n was kidnapped and they still hadn’t been able to come up with a plan to get y/n back.

wooyoung tried to trace where the text message came from within the first minute it was received, but surprise, surprise! it was a burner phone— so back to square one; checking all of the cctv footage in the area and trying to spot a suspect that wasn’t even visible from the first frame.

the cameras in the pharmacy showed only y/n, the pharmacist, clerk, and four other customers. of those four, only one person never entered through the front door. and within those 48 hours, he’d managed to single out a vehicle that had arrived in the frame of one of the street cams showing the alleyway behind the pharmacy, and left the same way not even 5 minutes later. it was a suspicious vehicle too; white van, no windows in the back, and paper license plates. the paper plates hinted that they were most likely changed recently or are changed frequently.

and so after hours of having to witness his best friend be so uncharacteristically frantic and down, wooyoung, unfortunately, decided to do what he thought was smartest—save y/n himself to make his best friend happy again.

his intentions may have been well, but in stories like these, doesn’t something always go wrong?

“help me set the table guys,” seonghwa cleared his throat, hand on his hip as he stirred the soup on the stove. the steam from the boiling liquid sent another cloud to his tired face, a sheen of sweat and condensation forming.

“i really don’t understand why we are acting like we have the time to set a table and eat home cooked meals when we don’t!” san exasperated, pacing around the dining room.

mingi gave a sympathetic smile, patting him on the back before going to help seonghwa.

while mingi was more on the understanding side of san’s worries, jongho disagreed, “how exactly do you expect us to find him if we don’t take care of ourselves?”

“all i’m saying is food and sleep shouldn’t be this consistently on your minds when we’re all in this situation!”

jongho scoffed, finding the utmost absurdities in san’s words, “why are you acting like he’s so important? he doesn’t know anything about us or our weaknesses— for fuck’s sake, it’s not like we can’t just get another doc—”

a fist had flown toward jongho’s cheek, cutting off his words, before san’s thrashing body was being pulled back by mingi and yeosang.

“go to hell choi jongho!” san screamed, trying to force his way through the barrier the two had made with their bodies. the boy could feel his stitches tearing as he fought, but he didn’t care. jongho had been a bitch since the very first moment y/n was around, and for what reason?

“cut it out, san!” yeosang hollered, voice brute as he pushed against the boy.

“no, let me at him. he wants to keep being a little shit, i’ll show him shitty!”

“stop it! you haven’t even noticed, have you?”

san didn’t stop trying to break the barrier, focusing on getting to jongho and the other’s words, “notice what?”

“wooyoung’s missing,” yeosang began, san whipping his head toward him and trying to disagree, but yeosang was having none of it, “and you haven’t done anything but antagonize everyone here for not doing their jobs at your pace!”

“oh, excuse me for trying to be as quick as possible in finding him!”

“yeah, and who ever said quick was the efficient route to go? we’re dealing with people we know nothing about, but they seem to know a little too much about us, no? so stop getting on everyone’s asses and—”

“shut the hell up! please!” seonghwa had slammed his hands down on the table, screaming at the top of his lungs. every person in the room had immediately gone silent, words left on the tips of their tongues in a desperate attempt to fly about.

“you’re all going to shut it, sit down, and eat this meal like the civilized people we are and come up with a plan to get y/n back as safely as possible,” he gave a quick glare at everyone, blowing a puff of air at the lock of hair that had settled over his eyelids.

“am i clear?”

"yes, sir."

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spencerreidscoffeecup · 3 years

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Too Soon (sub!spencer)

Summary: Spencer gets a little scared as to how reader will react when he gets *aroused* while they are in the middle of a heated make out session. Reader offers virgin/sub!Spencer a blowjob, and he gets flustered and excited a little too soon..

AN: hey everyone! I saw this prompt on Tumblr somewhere and now I can't find it :( if anyone knows where it is, please let me know so I can credit the person that created this prompt! Enjoy! <3

CW: coming in pants, blow job, sub spencer, overstimulation, kissing, coming quickly, virgin!spencer, 69, slapping (one time), degredation kink (light)

Word Count: 1537

Reader's POV:

My hips rocked against his, small whimpers flying from his lips but the sound was soon swallowed by our heated kisses.

Grinding myself on him at a quicker speed, Spencer's hands flew to my waist, controlling my hips to rock quicker on him as he whined, prompting my hands to comb and tug at his gelled hair.

Though, a little yelp sounded from me when Spencer gasped from my kisses, pulling me off of him and standing up quickly; his hands adjusting his pants and tugging his sweater vest over his slacks where a prominent bulge was.

"I-I have to go-go to the, uhm, t-to the bathroom!" he squeaked, beginning to turn away before I tugged him back to me with my hand on his arm.

"Baby, are you hard?" I asked, standing up on the couch and kissing his neck softly.

"Wh-?! Pfft, no!" Contrary to Spencer's words, his voice was raised about five octaves, a sign that he was in fact, lying. Not that I needed to analyze him, because his hard dick was pressed so firmly against the zipper of his slacks I was worried the button was going to snap and break off.

His eyes averted from mine as I bit down my lower lip to hold back a big smile. I tugged on his tie as he gulped, shuffling his feet. "Look at me," I whispered sternly, combing my fingers through his hair. He didn't obey me. "Spencer, baby, look at me." I tugged on his locks which elicited a small yelp from his throat as he made eye contact with me.

"It's a totally normal response to what we were doing. Don't be embarrassed about it, okay?" I reassured him, petting his head and laying a soft kiss on his lips, his hands hovering over my waist.

"A-are you sure? Y-you don't think t-that I'm being weird?" he stammered, looking up at me with practically heart-shaped eyes. I smiled softly, kissing him again.

"Of course not. It's normal! But you know.. I can always help you out," I whispered, kissing his neck, his Adam's apple bobbing lightly in his throat.

"Wh-what do you mean?" he asked as I lured him to sit back down on the couch.

"I mean," I kissed his jaw as he sucked in a sharp breath. "Do you want me to give you a blow job?"

My blunt question made Spencer's hips buck as I straddled him again, a small giggle leaving my throat at the small whimpers leaving his.

"M-me? Are you sure?"

My heart practically skipped at how adorable he sounded.

"Yes, you," I smile, kissing his lips. "Do you want me to?"

"Y-You don't need to," he reasons, and I begin grinding my hips on him. He gasps lightly.

"Please." he whines, his head falling on my shoulder and I run my fingers through his --now messy-- hair.

"I want to," I say, and Spencer kisses my neck softly. I arch my back in response, my hips grinding down on his. "Please.. What?" I ask condescendingly.

"P-Please, can y-you --uhm-- d-do it?" he cries softly, his fingers pressing into the clothed flesh of my hips, then thighs; then waist.

"Do.. what?" I tease, tugging on his hair so he falls back onto the couch with a small moan. "I need you to tell me what to do, Spence."

"Fuck-I-" Spencer curses, gripping my hips. "C-can you give me a-a b-blow job?" his voice is squeaky, and a smile curls my lips upwards.

"Good boy," I praise, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. Spencer's hands are still locked on my hips, making me rock faster on his erection. "Baby, you're gonna have to let go of me first."

Spencer nods dumbly, his eyes slightly crossed and his head tossed back as he still uses his hands to grip my hips and push my clothed core on his pelvis. He's so lost in euphoria--and I have to admit-- it feels fucking amazing, but I really want to treat him. So, I pull my hand back and give him a quick pop on the cheek which elicits a loud moan from his lips, his hands still moving my hips on his.

I'm getting close to my release, and I know he is too as I feel his dick twitch underneath me.

"Let go." I growl, tugging his hair. He whines and reluctantly lets go as I kiss his lips softly once more before getting on my shaky knees. He looks so beautiful. His hair is tousled and he's gripping the couch cushion on either side of him as he looks down at me, his eyes filling with small tears of want and pure desire.

I smile sweetly, running my hands up his slacks and his hips rut upward at the feeling.

As I'm unzipping his pants, his breathing picks up, and he starts shaking, small whimpers leaving his throat before cumming in his slacks, bucking upward.

I have to bite down my smile, and I'm more turned on than ever.

"Y/n, I-I didn't mean to, I'm so so sorry," he rambles, his cum seeping through his pants. "J-just you look s-so beautiful, and you're on y-your knees and I-I'm sorry!-"

I cut him off by kissing his lips, then murmuring against his mouth, "Spence, don't apologize. I think it's so hot."

I get back down on my knees in front of him, a smug and satisfied smirk dancing on my lips.

Spencer's eyebrows are strewn together. "Y-You do?"

I nod, unzipping his slacks and pulling his slightly soft cock out of his boxers. He hisses at the sensation. I move my hand up and down his shaft, and his eyes begin to water. "The fact that you're so fucking pathetic you can't even wait to come in my mouth... I think that's so fucking hot."

Spencer whimpers as I lick around the tip of his--definitely painful-- hard dick, his hips bucking and his hand petting my hair. I can tell he's restraining himself from bucking up too forcefully as a means of trying not to hurt me. I take all of him in, humming lightly, moans and whines flying past his lips.

"W-wow-I-I can't, God, you're s-so good! I just- fuck!" he blabbers, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

I can feel his release already sneaking up on him. "W-wait!" his voice is slightly hoarse, and I pull off of him.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" I ask, worried I went too far.

Spencer pulls me in, kissing me deeply.

"I-I want to uhm.. Pleasure you as well?" his statement comes out as more of an unsure question and I giggle softly, pushing him down horizontally on the couch.

"What do you want to do to me, Spencer?" I ask innocently, laying on top of him and lightly stroking his cock.

"I- can you uhm- sitonmyface?" he blurts out the last sentence, it almost feels like I merely imagined it falling from his lips. The sentence so crude and dirty, I wasn't use to it. However, it ignited a pit of fire to erupt from my belly.

I smile, kissing his neck. "Say it again?"

His hand draws down my spine. "I-can- If you will let me- can you uhm- sit on my face?.. Please?"

Butterflies burst from their cocoons in my belly, and my core begins to throb.

"Since you asked so nicely," I tease, and Spencer immediately hooks his fingers under my cotton panties, pushing them down and pulling me up to straddle his chest. "I have an even better idea." I smirk, turning around and straddling his neck.

I can feel his hot breath on my pussy, making me shudder slightly, his hands grabbing my thighs as a means to pull me onto him.

I allow it, leaning forward and taking his cock into my mouth as he begins eating me out.

His tongue thrusts in and out of me, and I bob my head up and down his cock, stroking him in the places I can't fit into my mouth.

His hands hold my hips, and I grind down on his mouth, a loud moan being muffled by his dick in my throat. His hips buck slightly.

The room fills with lewd, wet, sex noises, which only eggs me on further. His thumb rubs harsh, and beautiful- circles on my clit, and before I know it, I'm cumming on his face. He follows shortly after and I swallow his seed, milking him throughout his orgasm as he does the same for me. His hands feel as though they are everywhere all at once, and he doesn't stop his actions until I physically have to pull off of him. My arousal and his spit make a soft glaze over his lips and chin, and I kiss him passionately, smiling into our kisses as the taste of our arousals mix together in our mouths. It's erotic and fucking hot to say the very least.

I pull away, smiling. "How was that?"

Spencer can barely breathe as he tries to catch his breath. I chuckle, "I guess very good?"

He nods profusely, placing his lips on mine once more as I giggle into the kiss.

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sparkle-hwa · 3 years

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at your service

summary: patiently waiting for your boyfriend to come home turns out to be quite the treat.

pairing: dom!hongjoong x sub!female reader

genre: smut

TW: none (but please let me know if I need to add any)

CW: dom/sub, name calling, slight degradation, unprotected sex

Word count: 2,366

A/N: aahhhh!! this is my first fanfiction that i wrote for ateez EVER and my first one I’m ever posting! i hope you all like it! please feel free to send any feedback :)

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You sat on the couch, headphones in, trying to concentrate on writing your term paper. The semester was almost over and you needed at least a B to keep your solid academic standing. Better grades now meant more scholarship opportunities for graduate school in the future and that’s what mattered most. Rewriting the same sentence over and over again didn’t seem so bad compared to endless loan payments. Pulling the blanket up higher on your chest you snuggled in and decided that thirty more minutes of writing would put you in a good place to finish and edit it tomorrow. Your entire week had been consumed by school and you were not about to let your Friday night get taken up by this. Hongjoong, your sweet, caring boyfriend would be home soon and you wanted a clear head for what you believed to be in store for you.

He had been sending you picture after picture on snapchat almost all of today. To the outsider viewer, it probably looked like he was taking simple selfies; after all, he had been at his internship all day. But the added captions were definitely for your eyes only. He detailed just what he wanted to do with you - to you - tonight and it was enough to make you squirm in your seat during class and turn the brightness all the way down on your phone. Recalling it now, you could feel the heat rise in your body and you subconsciously swallowed hard. Some say you can’t remember pain, but you definitely remembered how difficult it was to get yourself situated in your 8am lecture last week, the welts still red on your backside. Shaking your head and adjusting your earbuds, you got back to work.

—-

Hongjoong parked his car outside of the apartment complex and slumped in the seat once he cut the engine. It had been a long day. His internship had him working twice as hard, copying and filing, delivering reports, and filling coffee cups. He counted his blessings every morning though. He was chosen from hundreds of applications that flooded in from the university and this on his resume was sure to impress future employers. Sighing, he thought about what would have happened if you hadn’t convinced him to apply. You were so good for him.

With a smirk, he sat up, grabbed his laptop case, and opened the car door. He walked briskly to the front door and opened it slowly. Hongjoong first saw you sitting on the couch and then noticed the headphones placed securely in your ears. With a devious smile, he quietly set down his bag next to the end table, loosened his tie, and quietly padded across the foyer to the living room.

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You were none the wiser to the fact that your boyfriend had just walked in the apartment. Seventeen was blasting loud in your headphones and in retrospect, you probably should have just played it from your laptop, lest someone who wanted to rob you had walked in instead. Bopping your head along to the beat, you felt really accomplished as you saved your final rough draft. Suddenly, you felt something coming down over your head. Before you had a moment to think, Hongjoong’s tie was tightening around your neck and you gasped at the sudden change of events. Leaning your head back, you saw your boyfriend standing over your with a look in his eyes that frightened you but also made you excited.

“Good evening babygirl,” he cooed at your lovingly.

“Good evening sir,” you replied, batting your eyelashes.

“Ooh someone remembered her manners. You must really want something from me.”

“Anything for you…” you trailed off as he stroked your cheek and you shut your eyes. As quickly as he was sweet, he smacked your cheek hard enough to make you gasp. Hongjoong tightened the restraint around your neck more.

“Get on your knees,” he growled at you, dropping the end of his tie and letting it drop down your back. Obliging, you dropped off the couch and sank down. You gazed down at your knees and heard Hongjoong walk around the end of the couch sit down.

“Mmm.. so pretty down there, sunk down just for me,” he purred, palming his cock through his work pants. You continued staring at your knees, feeling the heat pool at the bottom of your underwear. His praise was affirming to hear, even if you couldn’t respond.

“Hands and knees now,” he ordered. You put your palms on the hardwood floor and pushed your body up. The tie slipped down your side and grazed the floor. Hongjoong grabbed it and pulled at it slightly.

“Scoot closer.” You crawled closer as he pulled you by his tie and he pushed on your ass to make you move sideways.

“I’ve been dreaming of this ass all day. Work was so boring and I needed something to stimulate me,” he said, rubbing your ass over your PJs pants.

“I’m here for you, sir,” you dared to say. You were sure he wouldn’t care if you spoke without permission if it meant you were validating the fact that you were his and only his. Using the tie, he jerked your head so close your temple thumped against his knee.

“That’s correct. You are here for me. I’ll make sure you never forget that.” In one swift movement he pulled down your PJ pants and smacked one of your pale asscheeks. He pulled them down farther and you moved just a little so he could remove them completely along with your underwear. Once he rid you of your pants, you dropped back onto your feet and he slipped your sweatshirt off over your head. You obviously didn’t have a bra on since you had been home alone for the past 2 hours and you heard him murmur a curse quietly under his breath. It was cold on the hardwood, yet the more you thought about being completely naked in front of Hongjoong with only his tie around your neck the warmer you got.

“Let’s go slut,” he practically snapped at you and jerked the restraint tightly upward causing your head to jerk forward. Crawling on your hands and knees you followed him back to your bedroom where he told you to remain on all fours. He wasn’t noticing but you silently dared him to look over and make eye contact with you. You bit your lip and did your best to look as sexy as possible. At just the right moment, Hongjoong turned around and looked right at you. His gaze was penetrating, dominating, and you could feel the wetness of your heat spread slightly to your bare thighs.

“Come here baby,” he purred and you crawled slowly over to your lover, arching your back so that your ass stuck up higher and your tits stuck out just a bit more. When you reached him, you kneeled down at his feet and Hongjoong sat on the end of the bed.

“So you’re going to sit there like the good girl you are and you’re going to watch me jack off as I think of your tight wet pussy and then I’m going to pound you so hard you’ll have trouble walking in the morning. Sound like a plan?”

You squirmed on your feet, hoping to find friction somewhere to help relieve the wet aching you felt. “Yes sir, that sounds delightful,” you said, shooting him a glance that was somewhere between sexy and scathing. Hongjoong unzipped his pants and removed them with his undergarments. His cock sprung free. You quietly moaned as you saw his length unclothed. Swiftly he grabbed the end of the tie again and pulled you closer to him.

“Hmm I like this little leash I have on you,” he said with intense eye contact that made you melt. “Makes it easy for you to do what I want you to.” He winked and stuck his thumb in your mouth, pushing down your tongue. You welcomed the intrusion, happy to have some sort of physical touch to focus on. Wrapping his other hand around his cock, he started to stroke it. Hongjoong let out a gravely moan.

“Suck,”he ordered. You happily did as you were told, lifting up a bit so he didn’t have to lean down so much and sucked on his finger. He sped his pace up and pushed around in your mouth. You wanted desperately for him to replace it with his length. You moaned around his finger, hoping he would take pity on you.

“Aw does baby girl want more?” Hongjoong cooed at you. You nodded and he removed his finger. Hopeful, you gazed at him. Instead, he shoved you back down to your feet.

“I wonder what getting what you want is like?” He growled back. “Guess you’ll never know.” Winking he leaned back and continued to rub his dick, completely ignoring your pout. Closing his eyes, Hongjoong let his lips fall open. He heaved a heavy breath. Hongjoong seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself.

You however were not pleased. You were the slickest you had ever been and were fed up. Teasing you was one thing, but neglecting you for his own pleasure made you scrunch up your face. You watched your infuriatingly handsome boyfriend jack off and felt the displeasure rise. Your pussy ached. You slipped a hand down there to give some much needed pressure to your swollen clit. You decided to let out the loudest, sexiest moan you could muster to get his attention. Snapping up, Hongjoong made direct eye contact with you. His cock was still in his hand but he had stopped stroking and was watching you with a penetrating gaze. You continued to rub yourself and made direct eye contact right back at him. He scowled at you and you winked back at him knowing that that was either the best or the worst decisions you had ever made.

“Excuse me,” he growled. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting what I want,” you countered. You brought your fingers to your mouth to suck your juices off. “Is this what you want?” You eyed him seductively.

“Damn straight,” he replied. “Get up here?” He said it like a question but you knew it was a thinly veiled order. He was playing it safe. Somehow that turned you on more knowing that you had almost won.

Hongjoong laid on his back and you situated yourself so that you were on all fours beside him. His weeping cock lay flat against his pubic hair. You took it in your hand. Using the precum as a lube, you sped up quickly knowing that he hadn’t been going fast enough earlier.

“Uuuuugh” came a soft moan. You leaned up and bit his lower lip, just enough to lengthen his moan and turn it gravely.

“I love your sweet noises,” you cooed softly. “But I think it’s about damn time I started making those.” Dropping his cock, you rolled to lay on your back. Spreading your legs felt so good as the rush of cold air caressed your wet cunt. Hongjoong rolled onto his side and immediately stuck two fingers into your entrance. No warning. No announcement. Nothing, as he shoved them as deep as he could manage. It was enough to make you yelp out loud and remind you that you were still in trouble for disobeying.

“Fuuuuck,” you moaned.

“Mmm still my little babygirl,” murmured Hongjoong. He started to pump in and out faster. You were left breathless and clawing at the fitted sheet on the bed.

“Is babygirl going to cum?” Inquired Hongjoong as he clearly had no intention of slowing down.

“Y-yes sir. D-do I have permission?” You answered. Desperately hoping he would let you, you arched your back, hoping his fingers would stretch you out more.

“I suppose you could,” he said. “It’ll have to be on my count though.”

“Yes sir,” you moaned out breathlessly.

“One…. two… three…” he began.

“Uuugh,” you began. “You never told me what number I could cum on, sir”

“Good,” was the only response he gave to you. “Now where was I?”

He frustratingly began counting at four again. you felt the pressure building up in your lower abdomen. Either way, you were going to cum. It was either going to be when you were supposed to or you would break the rules. Somehow a dick would end up inside of you and you weren’t mad about it. Choosing the number ten, you achingly waited for his voice to reach the final number.

“Ten…” and everything else faded away as your pussy clenched around his finger. Hongjoong latched onto your nipple and bit down fairly hard. The sensation added to your orgasm and you enjoyed every moment of riding it out. Fucked out, you shivered as he removed his fingers.

“Nasty slut,” Hongjoong said and he wiped his moistened fingers onto your breasts. “Time for you to get properly fucked.”

He centered himself over you. In true fashion, your boyfriend wasted no time bottoming out in your already fucked pussy. His swift movements caused you both to moan at the same time. Hongjoong locked lips with you and shoved his cock in and out of you.

“Lift your arms up,” he moaned. You obliged and he clasped your wrists above your head.

“You look so good under me,” he growled at you. “Stick your tongue out.” Once again you did as you were told and he removed his hand from your wrists just for a moment so you could suck on his fingers again.

“Fuck baby I’m gonna cum,” he murmered in your ear. With one final stroke he spilled inside of you. Your pussy clenched around him again as he pulled out and you sighed as you felt his wetness inside of you.

“Lemme go get something to clean you off babygirl,” Hongjoong said with a quick kiss. He hurried back with a damp washcloth and proceeded to clean you off. Once he discarded it, Hongjoong slid beside you on the bed and snuggled close.

“So…. how was your day?”

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zemarune · 3 years

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Diluc's past is slightly mentioned, if you don't want to read spoilers, then please don't proceed further.

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•° Diluc Fluff Alphabet°•

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

The fact that you accept him like he is. You accept that he needs his space and rarely shows any affection without complaining, even though he'd like to change that about himself, he can't help but feel happy that you don't judge him.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your/his body?)

Your eyes. He loves how he can read you through them, the very eyes he feels mesmerized with as soon as he'd look at them. He likes his hands the most. He knows he's good with them (not meant in any sexual way) because of him being a bartender at angel's share from time to time. He also knows that his touch has a great positive effect on you, so that's a plus for him. Diluc can also massage you with them too make you feel good.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

He's a secretive person and his PDA level is very low, so there won't be any cuddles if you're not home or in a safe haven alone. If you're home, then prepare to not be able to leave. He'll hold you close to him for as long as he can.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

A typical dinner date with only you two. He'll feel the most comfortable if it's in his home. He, personally, will see to set it up but the food will be made by the best cooks he can offer.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He hardly shows you any kind of emotions out in the open except for his love and admiration. He doesn't want you to worry about him or trouble you. But of course if you ask him about it, then he'll try to show you as much of himself and his emotions as possible.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

He'd also love to have a family with you, yet he's afraid of it as well. The world is dangerous and having lost his father, he fears that he won't be able to save you and or your kids too.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving?)

He'll buy you anything you want, there's nothing you won't get. If your gaze lingers on something for even a second, then Diluc will buy it immediately. He sees it as a normal way to treat the person he loves. Tell him to stop and the gift giving might be reduced.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Not in public. Most of the time, he won't show any affection to you if you're outside, as mentioned before. Depending on the situation, of course. If a certain cavalry captain is feeling more flirty than usual with you and oversteps his boundaries in Diluc's eyes, then he will grab your hand and send a destroying gaze to the blue haired male. Other than that, he'll show you tons of affection at your home to make up for the lack of contact earlier!

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

He'll panic. What if you'll die like his father? Will you leave him as well? He'll immediately bring you to the best healer in reach. Blames himself like back then. He's sure he could have protected you if only he would have paid more attention. You wouldn't be in pain then. Of course, if it's a rather minor wound, he'll still worry but not as much. Show him your love and tell him you won't leave, it may not seem like it but it will calm him down.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you?)

He may try to tell you a joke if the atmosphere between you two is very heavy. Otherwise he's serious, he doesn't prank anyone and there are rarely any jokes coming from him.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

In a private place, tender and sweet kisses on your lips or forehead. He's a soft guy, Diluc likes to kiss you on your lips, yet he'd only do so, if he has some time. He wants to make your kisses memorable. If he's busy, then he'll kiss your forehead, cheeks or even the back of your hand!

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Through affectionate words at your home. The presents and physical contact may be nice, yet he believes that words are better, they do speak louder than actions after all.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

When you said yes to his confession. It is the most joyful moment in his life so far. He thought he'll never be happy but then you came along and brightened his world. You even love him back! What could be better?

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Losing you to someone else or in general. Having lost his father before, he's scared of losing another beloved person. Knowing there are people who you could be happier with, who are more open about emotions, who can show and give you the love and affection you deserve makes him slightly insecure about himself.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

The fact that he owns and produces wine, yet doesn't like it and it's taste. It's actually quite hilarious if one thinks about it. On the other hand, it's also cute how flustered he gets when you ask him about it, because it confused you.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

His world. Before he met you, the world he saw and lived in, was filled with sinners and corruption. You cleansed his world, soul and heart. You make him enjoy being in the world he is in. There wouldn't be you in another one. You are his world. And he doesn't wish to leave it. Yet, he'll rarely call you that, it's rather more of a statement. Instead he'll call you darling or love but when you're silently sleeping in his embrace, in that moment you could hear him whisper that you're his everything. His world.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

At his or your home. When he's got some free time and you're available as well, then he'd absolutely love to spend the time with cuddles and a lot affection. Outside he doesn't show you any, so he has to repay you for your patience at home!

R = Romance (how romantic are they? Cliché or rather creative?)

A bit inexperienced but he tries his best to be as romantic as possible for you. Therefor he's more cliché. He'll try to come up with something to impress you though!

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

He's pretty open but if a secret can be harmful to you, in his eyes, then he will not mention it. He'll lock it away, so you'll never have to face it. He also intended to keep his doings as the darknight hero a secret, the abyss order is after him and they could cause some trouble, which he wants to prevent from reaching you. Now, someone close to him still told you, may or may not have been on accident too. You'll never guess who let the words slip!

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

He's inexperienced. He didn't know what to say or do. He had to get the confidence and then some tips from a professional, in hope that Kaeya wouldn't joke around and make a fool out of Diluc. Luckily for Kaeya the advice to just confess worked, so he's safe from the red haired man's wrath.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

He'll give you the time you need, however he'll be worried for you. He'll give you even more gifts than before in order to make you feel happy again. He'd do anything. After a bit, if you didn't speak to him already, then he will go to you. He misses you whenever you're not with him, even if you're just a door away.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He won't show you off. You're not an object and he refuses to treat you like one. Nonetheless, he's proud that you're his. He loves you and can't imagine someone more perfect than you.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

He'll always fight with or for you. However, that won't change the fact that he's just as worried for you as he'd be if you're hurt. He knows that he, most likely, will be busy with his own battle so he can't protect you as much as he wants to.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

He needs some time to adjust to the fact that you're his lover now and to all your reactions, physical as well as mental. In order to not hurt you with words or actions, he has to read you very well, so that's what he'll learn. And he will be able to read you after. He studied you and your behavior almost like Albedo with alchemy. Not in a scary way though!

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

As mentioned before, he tries his best to be romantic, so he'll choose a beautiful scenery as a perfect spot for a proposal. On Dragonspine's highest place for example. You can see almost everything from up there, and watching the sunset is just so mesmerizing! If that's not romantic, then Diluc doesn't know what else is!

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Knowing you're save. Even better if you're in his arms, but the knowledge is working too. He'll go insane not knowing if you're well or not. He'll be worried sick and his mind is running wild with possible worst case scenarios. Having you right with him or knowing you're well will ease his anxiety.

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polishksiezniczka · 3 years

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Camerlengo Patrick McKenna Smut ABCs | Camerlengo x Female Reader

Some smut for our favorite priest ❤

As I was writing this, I couldn’t help but think that our favorite ~il camerlengo~ shares the trifecta of smut with Obi-Wan Kenobi: religious devotion, dramatic robes and pure, raw sexual energy. 🔥

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Patrick is oh so attentive and considerate. He strokes your body softly, listening as your heartbeats gradually slow and fall in sync together. He’ll softly whisper declarations of love to you in his luscious accent, making you flush even more.

Bonus: When you’re in each other’s arms bathing in the afterglow, he adores it when you carefully play with his crucifix necklace (you better believe he wears it during sex after you *accidentally* let slip how turned on you get when he wears it).

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Patrick loves to hold you using his upper body strength—his arms are deliciously strong and toned, but not in an overly-muscular way. He can’t help but groan and roll his head back when you cling to them for dear life during the throes of passion, your nails lightly digging into his skin.

It’s difficult for him to choose—you’re too perfect to pick just one element. If he had to, he’d choose your hair, your neck, or your breasts.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Because he was brought up in the Church, he doesn’t really do that sort of thing. Not to mention he views the practice as somewhat degrading to you.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs).

Obviously, you. He’s a priest and supposed to be “married” to the Church!

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Patrick is somewhat experienced. While serving in the army he had a few exploits, but he’s still relatively inexperienced. Not that you could ever tell though—he’s the best lover you’ve ever had.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

Missionary! (HAHAHA…I’m going to hell for this.)

Patrick loves any sort of position where he’s able to see you fully. He treats sex as if it were a sacred rite: he wants to be able to watch the desire cloud your eyes, thoroughly kiss your soft lips, devour the creamy flesh of your torso, and do nothing less than worship you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It depends on the situation. Patrick will usually take things pretty seriously—intensely pleasuring you, maintaining fervent eye contact, going slow and sensual—but sometimes you find yourselves in a giddy mood, especially after something good has happened to one of you. Then his playful side will come out: little nips at your ears and neck, gentle tickling of your sides, low chuckles, and a lot more teasing than normal. You delight in rendezvous like these, batting your eyes and telling him how much you want him.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

OH GOD. You know how well Patrick takes care of himself. His hair is impeccable, always neatly combed and styled. You adore running your fingers through it and lightly scratching his scalp, though you’re careful not to muss it up too much.

The sight of his bare chest makes your heart flutter every time you see it. You love to card your fingers through the lovely patch of curly ginger hair which grows there, a huge turn-on for Patrick. The same hair starts again just below his navel, creeping down his stomach and past his waistband. It’s another part of him that never fails to make you swoon and unconsciously lick your lips.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Patrick is so romantic. He constantly whispers you how much he loves you, how much you mean to him, and how he can never be without you. Despite the unimaginable pleasure he provides you, his words sometimes make you teary-eyed during the moment—something you find extremely embarrassing but he adores.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Patrick suffers from SERIOUS Catholic guiltiness when it comes to masturbation. He’s done it before (when he was younger especially) but would never admit so to you. He only resorts to pleasuring himself when you’re apart for extended periods of time and always feels the need to confess to his sins of “taking his flesh” afterward.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise: Patrick’s need to praise you is insatiable and he does it constantly when you’re together. He loves to tell you how good you feel, how perfect you are, how sweet you smell, or how well you respond to him as he leans close to your ear, kissing and sucking. Although he can be reticent to accept compliments himself, you can tell how much it affects him when you whisper how only he can bring you this amount of love, pleasure, and satisfaction.

Priest: Patrick goes mad when you play into your priest kink and loves it when you call him “Father,” especially because you don’t often do so. As gentle as he is, this drives him wild, animalistic almost.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

On the bed or couch, especially with your hair splayed out across a pillow. You recently introduced him to shower sex, something he enjoys far more than he expected to. And of course, always somewhere private.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Your soft, innocent touches that lead to lingering thoughts and desires. When you run your hands across his chest and through his hair. Whispering how much you love and want him.

Oddly enough, your modesty also makes him hot under the collar (literally). The idea that you conceal your beautiful figure to others and only allow him to see and adore it awakens a deep and primal lust in Patrick.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t swear that often and never uses the Lord’s name in vain. He also would never do anything that could hurt you or in some way degrade you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He strongly prefers to give. He loves to huskily tell you how much you taste like sin when he’s between your thighs and caressing you with his mouth.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual—it’s called lovemaking for a reason.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

You and Patrick don’t really engage in these because of the nature of your relationship—there are few moments when you can spend time together during the day. Patrick doesn’t like the idea either, as he can’t properly worship your body as much as he believes you deserve and derives so much pleasure from taking his time with you. He is never one to complain about stolen kisses, though.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Again, due to his position and all the publicity, Patrick prefers to keep risks to a minimum. He never would demand anything of you, but he requests that your liaisons be kept private out of concern for you and your relationship.

Once, however, you admitted a shameful desire of yours, and he gave in. So, late one night you made love in a confessional. Although he felt like he would be cursed with eternal damnation, he couldn’t help but admit how arousing it was.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Patrick’s stamina is intense; he never seems to tire, even after the care and attention he puts into each and every round. You teasingly attribute this voraciousness to all his pent-up lust while in seminary. But when you’re exhausted, he completely respects this and would never push you beyond your physical limits.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No; why would he defile perfection by using anything other than his body?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This side of Patrick really comes out when he’s feeling frisky or playful. He relishes that he can turn you into a puddle of goo with just one look—your eyes glaze over, your breath hitches, and you suddenly have difficulty maintaining eye contact. He’ll then begin to touch and kiss you slowly, almost chastely, until you’re a whimpering, sobbing mess beneath him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Volume-wise Patrick tends to be on the softer side, though he can surprise you. What he sometimes lacks in volume he makes up for in quality. Patrick makes the most delicious and sinful sounds you can imagine: gasps at your expert ministrations, moans when you kiss him deeply. Your personal favorite? The sound of him purring into your ear as he showers you with praise and words of affection.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

The man’s scent alone makes you goddamn feral. It’s clean and masculine, with just a hint of spice. You love to bury your face in his neck and chest, inhaling him as you litter his skin with reminders of your devotion.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Patrick is incredibly well-endowed. In fact the first few times you were together, you were in slight pain (much to Patrick’s agony) and felt sore for days afterward. Oh but Patrick made it all better: drawing you warm baths, scooping you up, and tenderly massaging every inch of your body with his large hands. 😏

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

On the higher end, but it’s completely attached to you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

When you’re in each other’s arms, he feels completely relaxed and can usually fall asleep within a few minutes, but he likes to wait for you drift off to sleep and then silently watch you in your most peaceful state. Your breathing steadies, your brow relaxes, and your hair softly falls about your face, still glowing from physical exertion. As sleep begins to take hold of him, he whispers that you look just like an angel.

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peach-the-owl · 3 years

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Tainted Innocence

Percy & Younger Sibling!Reader

You let out a fit of coughs, being sick sucked, you couldn’t move without getting dizzy, you couldn’t join the family for dinner or else you might get someone else sick, and worst of all you couldn’t leave your room to play. So here you lay on your bed wishing to get better soon so you could play outside under the sun. A sudden commotion could be heard outside your door, shouts and screams ringing down the halls, you ever curious would’ve loved to investigate if it wasn’t for the fact that your dizzy head would make you nauseous the second you got up. The sounds only got louder until they were right outside your room, you throw the covers over your head in an attempt to hide from whatever the scary noise was. You hear your door open and try to stay as still and quiet as possible, unfortunately your hit with another fit of coughs making your presence known to whoever had entered.

"My my, what have we here?" The woman’s voice was vaguely familiar, making you peek out from under the covers to see only the darkened outline of a feminine figure. "Poor, sweet little (y/n), caught a fever have we?" The more they spoke the more you could recognize the voice as Delilah Briarwood's, you’d met her a once before and she seemed nice but now her tone sounded almost sinister for some reason.

"Yeah, I’m not feeling very well. You probably shouldn’t be here, I don’t want you to get sick too." You say innocently, before going into yet another fit of coughs. She lets out a chuckle, by now it seemed the sounds from outside your room had faded into nothing.

"How considerate of you to think of my well being. What if I were to tell you I knew a way that could… cure you of your ailments." The ominous undertones she had went right over your head.

"Really?! You can do that!?" You bounce excitedly in place, quickly stopping from the dizziness in your head.

"Not only that, but you'll never have to worry about getting sick ever again." The offer almost sounded too good to be true.

"That sounds awesome! Let’s do it!" You were brimming with excitement at the thought of never having to worry about sickness again.

"Calm down now, all will be well in due time. For now you should rest, my husband and I shall handle everything and I guarantee you’ll wake up like a brand new person." You give her a nod and are hit by a sudden wave of exhaustion. "Sleep now… my child." You don’t have time think about why she referred to you like that before your vision goes dark and your mind goes blank…

Lady Delilah was right, when you awoke again you no longer had your fever and felt completely different, but even though you did feel all better now you still weren’t allowed to leave the castle. You were only allowed to wander the wing where your room was or explore the catacombs, even then there wasn’t much you could do but that's what you were told you were allowed so you had to follow the rules. It was strange though to be told all this by the Briarwoods, wondering why it was them instead of your parents to tell you all these new rules and why one of the rules was you couldn’t see anyone else in your family. You had asked about this once but Delilah only told you that once you were ready they’d tell you everything, so time went by and you stayed alone, forced to play inside away from any sunlight, almost completely isolated from social contact. You don’t know how long it’s been, no longer having a way to tell day from night made it really hard to know how many hours or days had passed, everything just blurring together. There was one other thing that really bothered you and that was this strange sensation you’d get from time to time, it was almost like you were hungry but also not because you’d eat like normal and the feeling wouldn’t go away. You told the Briarwood's about this but Lord Sylas just told you that if you’d ignore it then it would go away by itself, what he didn’t tell you is that you’d pass out and wake up with a strange metallic-y taste in your mouth, at least the feeling went away though, right?

Another day, or what you thought might be a day, goes by as you wander the tunnels having mapped them out to memory by now. You brought some toys with you to play around with for some entertainment and hoping deep down that one day something new or different might finally happen, then you heard something faint hit your ears. It was different but at the same time it could’ve just been another rat scurrying around with how faint it was so you ignore it. There's another sound like quick footsteps approaching getting louder until it comes to a halt close to where you were playing making you glance over your shoulder at the man staring at you. He looked very familiar you just couldn’t place why right away, you turn to fully face them and have a better look.

"Hi there mister. You look familiar, do I know you?" You ask them with a slight tilt to your head. They just stare at you in silence their eyes wide in horror, you look behind you to see if they were looking at something behind you but find nothing and look back at them in confusion. "Is something wrong?" You step towards them and they step away in retaliation furthering your confusion.

"No no nononono. This isn’t real, you can’t be real." He presses his hands to his head, his voice also sounded familiar, who was he?

"You’re really weird." You then poke your arm to as a way to show you were really there, then let out a giggle. "See, I’m real, if I was fake I couldn’t poke my arm." You place your hands triumphantly on your waist but the man didn’t look impressed, instead he looked like he was going to vomit. "Are you okay? You don’t look well." You take another step towards him out of concern.

"Don’t come any closer!" He holds up a strange item you’ve never seen before, there’s a slight shake to his hand. You stop and stare interested in the strange item, it had fancy engravings on it, six hollow slots and some odd mechanism the man warily held a finger over.

"What’s that? It’s so cool and fancy, what does it do?" You lean in closer to it curiously.

"This isn’t real, you’re just an illusion to mess with my head." He sounded hesitant, like he was trying to convince himself of something. Having been able to look at the man this long it finally clicked in your head why he was so familiar.

"Wait a second… Percy?" This fully draws his attention back onto you. "It is you! What happened? How did you get so big and why's your hair all white?" He looked so different, no wonder you didn’t recognize your own brother right away. He doesn’t answer you, just stares with a look of conflict in his eyes and continues to hold the strange object in his hand towards you, you paying no mind to it. "This is great! Lord and Lady Briarwood said I wasn't allowed talk to anyone, I don’t know why though, but you’re here now so who cares! I miss talking to people, the guards are no fun and there’s hardly anything to do anymore…" You start to ramble on about how boring things have gotten and how you made due, still wondering why or how Percy got so tall and looked so much older. "Where is everyone else? I want to ask mother and father why the Briarwoods seem to be in charge." This statement really got to Percy, making his eyes go wide in realization.

"You… you don’t know?" You tilt your head in confusion, what where you supposed to know. There’s a strange wispy or smoky substance that trails up Percy's arm, then the sound of a loud bang followed by ringing fills your ears, something grazed past your cheek, cutting into it a little and leaving a lingering stinging sensation behind. You quickly place a hand on your cheek where it hurt, recoiling away only hearing a clattering and soft thud after a moment of silence. You slowly turn back and see your brother had dropped the item from his hand and was on his knees, holding his face in both his free hands now, his entire body physically shaking and he lets out a series of coughs.

"P-Percy? Are you okay?" You approach with much more caution this time, trying to ignore the throbbing pain still in your cheek. More footsteps can be heard hurrying towards your location.

"We heard gunfire and came as fast as we could." A half-elven man was the first to reach your location, he looks over seeing you and takes a step back in surprise.

"Hi there, are you a friend of Percy's?" You ask, rocking back and forth on your feet.

"I am. Did you do this to him?" There was a threatening tone to his voice that made you feel scared and uncomfortable.

"I don’t know, I was just playing because I was bored, then he showed up and I didn’t recognize him at first, then I did and got really excited because I haven’t seen anyone in what feels like forever, then there was a loud bang and now my cheek hurts and he was just like this." You try to explain as best as you could. By now others who were most likely with the half-elf showed up, having heard at least some of your explanation, they looked at you with wide eyes. "And why does everyone look at me like that, is there something wrong with my face or something?"

"That’s one way to put it." A half-elven woman who looked very similar to the male one talks slowly. "Do you mind telling us your name little one?"

"Of course! I’m (y/n) de Rolo." You reply proudly.

"You’re a de Rolo?" The glowing gnome sounded sad for some reason, why was everyone sad? Shouldn’t this be a good thing?

"Yeah… why are you all acting so weird? What’s going on? Who are you?" You cross your arms, getting a little frustrated from your lack of answers, just wanting to be in the know. They whisper among themselves, you barely catchy anything coherent before they turn back to face you.

"Do you mind giving us a minute alone, please." Percy having finally gotten a better hold of himself asks, you give a small nod and step away, picking up your discarded toys to mindlessly play with. You discovered if your really focused you could hear what they were whispering about, though it was hard to decipher who’s voice belonged to who.

"Is it true? Are they really your…"

"I-I’m not sure anymore." You were able to at least tell your brothers voice apart from the others.

"How could you not know!?"

"They seem pretty clueless themselves, it’s like they not only still have the body of a child but also the mentality of one too."

"Perhaps that’s from the lack of social contact, they did say they’ve been alone for a long time."

"Percy… this changes everything we know."

"No, this changes nothing, it only makes it more complicated."

"How can you say something like that, they’re your family!"

"They’ve been turned into a monster, whether they’re aware of it or not!" You frown when you hear this tuning out the rest of their conversation, that couldn’t be right you’re not a monster, sure things were weird and you’ve felt different since your illness was cured but that didn’t make you a monster… did it? You sit aback and look yourself over, holding out your arms in the dim lighting which you now realized you could see rather well in, you always thought that was just because you were so used to coming down here that your eyes adjusted quickly, but now you didn’t know anymore. Focusing back on your arms you also notice that your skin was extremely pale then what it normally was. When was the last time you’d seen yourself in a mirror? You’ve passed some in the halls of the castle but never payed much mind to them, and now that you thought about it when was the last time you’d seen the sunshine? You really missed playing outside but always just followed the rules the Briarwood's gave you because they were the grownups and they knew what was best, right? The sound of footsteps coming back your way slightly pull you from your thoughts, but you don’t bother looking up and just stare at the ground in front of you. You hear a shaky sigh but before they can speak you beat them to it.

"There’s something wrong with me, isn’t there." Your blissful joy was gone, replaced with doubt and sadness.

"I-how much did you hear?" Percy's voice wasn’t as angry sounding as it was earlier but there was still tension in it.

"I don’t know, you said something about me being a monster. I thought you were just saying that because you were angry for some reason, but I don’t know anymore. Am-am I really a monster?" You turn and look up at him seeing him flinch slightly, but not quite intentionally. Your lip quivers as you shrink more into yourself. "When we used to play pretend the monsters were always the bad guys… I don’t want to be a bad guy." You whimper and tears start trailing down your face as you try to hide in your arms.

"I didn’t… you’re not… it’s just…" He lets out a long breath followed by a cough and a longer pause. "(Y/n) look at me…" another pause, you don’t move. "Hey, look at me." You feel warm hands pry your face up to make you look at your brother, now you were the one to slightly flinch from the slight sting that was still on your cheek. The two of you have a small staring contest before he speaks up again. "Listen carefully, things are no longer the way you remember them to be, a lot has changed for the worst and for some reason or another you’ve been left to be blissfully unaware of all of it. I don’t know why they decided to do this to you, but I swear we'll figure this out together one step at a time."

"We will?" You give him a hopeful look, he nods slowly

"I hope so… I don’t know who I can all trust here anymore. Things are stressful right now, but if you don’t want to be a part of the bad guys, as you put it, my friends and I are going to need your help. Can you do that, can I really trust you?"

"Yes! I want to help my brother stop the bad guys." You put on your most serious look, Percy then releases his hold on you and you stand up. "Hey Percy?" He lets out a slight hum of acknowledgement. "When we're all done, does that mean I’ll be able to play outside in the sun again?"

"One step at time…" He trails off with a somber sigh. The two of you now heading over to rejoin Percy's group so you could be properly introduced.

Should I continue something with this for a part 2?… or just leave it as is…? Idk, you tell me

#critical role #critical role & reader #vox machina #vox machina & reader #percy de rolo #percy & reader #nothing romantic here

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blu-joons · 3 years

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DATING EXO HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Zhang Yixing

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Yixing is very affectionate towards you, he relies on body contact a lot to feel comfortable and loved. He won’t ask for your affection but will often creep up on you to silently let you know that he wants some attention.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

He wanted to take things slowly when he met you, so for a while he’d meet up for coffee with you as a friend. When he began to catch feelings, he didn’t want to rush into anything and risk hurting himself or you, so he chose to continue taking things casually until he was sure, and confident he could begin to think about dating around his schedule.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

During one of your meet ups for coffee, Yixing finally decided to tell you how he felt. He was terrified that his feelings would be a one-way thing, at times he nearly backed out of saying anything, but once he started, he couldn’t stop. Once he’d finished, and you let him know that the feelings were mutual, to say he was relieved would be an understatement. All his nerves would disappear, and he’d be back to the usual Yixing again.

D ⇴ DATES

Yixing is a bit of a homebody, so he’ll like to spend your dates and home doing something fun together. However, the two of you are also prone to a studio date, especially if he’s working late into the night. You’ll make sure to bring the food, whilst Yixing will set things up so you can both relax whilst he also gets on with a bit of work. It might not be practical to most, but the two of you treasure just being able to spend time with each other, it doesn’t matter to either of you what exactly that involves for you both.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

You were the first relationship Yixing had had since he debuted. He put a lot of time into his work, he was apprehensive at first to try and figure out where he could fit a relationship in, but he knew you were special and was determined to find the time from somewhere. He was open with you about his concerns, which was probably why you were so understanding and willing to be flexible to make sure that whilst Yixing spent time with you, he also didn’t let that deprive his career and prevent him from focussing on his music.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

The two of you don’t have much time to argue in amongst your busy schedules, but that can also end up being one of the biggest causes of your arguments. You worry when Yixing spends too much time at work, just like he does with you, which can often lead to quite a few disagreements. Neither of you ever mean to snap, knowing that the other has your best interests at heart. When the two of you finally reunite at home, you’ll both be ready to talk about things and move on. You’re both as bad as each other when it comes for trying to care for the other, sometimes too much for the other to even notice that you mean well.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

Being away from his family for so long, you met Yixing’s family on a call one night when you were at his place. He was desperate for you to meet his family as soon as you could so that he could show you off. His family instantly fell in love with you, knowing that Yixing was happy when he was so far away from them.

H ⇴ HOME

You spent quite a lot of your time at Yixing’s place for dates and catch ups, so it didn’t take long for him to invite you to move into his place permanently. Seeing as you spent most of your time there anyway, it made sense to you both to make things a little more official and have you there every morning and night.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Yixing was the first to say ‘I love you’ when you surprised him at one of his shows. You were desperate to go and see it, whilst also knowing how special it would be for him not to know. Words didn’t describe how appreciative he was to see you, racing across to you as soon as he saw you and giving you the tightest hug to let you know how appreciative he was.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He’s quite easy going and doesn’t tend to let things get to him to make him jealous, but if he does get jealous, his face will instantly give him away. If he’s holding you, you’ll feel the grip he has around you tighten up to let you know that he’s not happy. Whilst he won’t make a big deal out of things, when the two of you are alone, he’ll be sure to explain the situation to you and justify his feelings. While you try and assure him, he doesn’t need to explain, he does so anyway, wanting to make sure you know exactly how he feels.

K ⇴ KIDS

Yixing was very open with you from the start that he sees himself starting a family one day. For now, he’s honest with you that his focus is firmly on the music, but as your relationship progresses, he can definitely see himself having a family with you one day. You’ve seen many times for yourself how close he is with his family, especially his grandparents, and you know how much he wants to recreate that bond with his own little ones.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

As serious as he can be, Yixing loves to joke around and have a laugh. Laughter and messing around with you provide him with a great distraction whenever work becomes too much. He loves to push the boundaries, tickle you until you can barely breathe or laugh until your waist is screaming out in pain, once he starts getting even a tiny laugh out of you, he just won’t stop. You do the exact same to him though, knowing how important it is sometimes for him to laugh and not worry about his heavy workload.

M ⇴ MISSING

Before dating you, Yixing had gotten used to the feeling of missing someone, he’d spent enough time away from his family to know how it felt. But his first time away from you reminded him of his old self from years ago. He was convinced he’d be able to cope being away from you, but in fact he did anything but cope. When he was struggling, he’d hide away in his room so that none of the other members could see him, taking a few moments for himself. He’d try and be fine for you too, but as soon as his voice faltered or his breath became shaky, you knew exactly how he was feeling, assuring him that you felt the same way, reminding him it was alright to struggle at times. If anything, the feelings reminded him how important you were to have in his life, and how much he truly needed you around in his life.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

He loved to call you nicknames in Chinese, you often wouldn’t understand what they meant, waiting until he wasn’t looking to quickly search them up and press a quick kiss to his cheek once you realised what he was saying.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Yixing is obsessed with your eyes, he can tell pretty quickly how you’re feeling as soon as he looks at you, and quickly acts accordingly to what your eyes are telling him.

P ⇴ PDA

PDA isn’t something Yixing is a huge fan of, but more often than not his subconscious will kick in and cause him to be affectionate. He can’t help but hold onto you most of the times and protectively keep you close. It’s instinctive for him to be affectionate, even in public, despite knowing there’s usually cameras watching.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

His questions usually come to you for help. He works hard on his music and he’ll often turn to you for reassurance to know he’s doing alright. Whilst you don’t have a professional opinion, your opinion will mean more to him than most others.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Whenever he goes away on tour or travelling, Yixing will always buy you a souvenir. You have a whole shelf in your house of things Yixing has collected for you. They’re usually the most random things he can find on his travels, but he laughs to sit back and see the surprise in your face with everything that you open. Most of it doesn’t make sense, but somehow every item is special, simply because it came from Yixing.

S ⇴ SEX

Just like everything he does, Yixing is dedicated to making you feel loved and special. It doesn’t matter how exhausted he is, he will always make the time to take care of you. He’s incredibly affectionate, he wants to have as much physical contact as possible with you, his hands are often in your hair or cupping your cheeks so that he can keep himself close to you, attaching his lips against your skin whenever the opportunity arises.

T ⇴ TEXTS

In between his busy schedule, Yixing will always find the time to check in and send you a quick text so that he can make sure you’re looking after yourself and let you know he’ll be with you as soon as he possibly can.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

Not many people could support and understand Yixing’s busy schedule like you. He felt like he’d won the jackpot meeting you, having your encouragement in everything he did was the missing puzzle piece he didn’t know he needed.

V ⇴ VACATION

When the chance to go on vacation came along, you were determined to get Yixing home, especially if he hadn’t seen a few of his family members for a while. He was desperate to take you away somewhere, but you knew his family came first and stubbornly refused to go anywhere else unless it was Yixing to go home.

W ⇴ WHINING

Yixing never whined at you, you were supportive and understanding more than anyone else, so he knew he had no right to ever moan at you when he wanted you.

X ⇴ XXXXX

He loves to kiss you, especially when he can take you by surprise. You’ll feel him smile against your cheek as he catches you when you jump, pulling you closely into his chest. He’ll often kiss you to sleep most nights too as the big spoon, his lips will trail along your shoulders or the back of your neck, relaxing you into a dream. His passionate side certainly comes through in his kisses for you, each and every one.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his biggest fan, which he always appreciated from you.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Sleep was very important to you; you’d often have to drag Yixing to bed when he refused to sleep because of work. As soon as his head hit the pillow however, he’d be out like a light and you wouldn’t ever be able to wake him.

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Shikamaru Nara ~ [NSFW Alphabet]

NOTE: for obvious reasons, Shikamaru will be aged up to 19.

DISCLAIMER: this contains NSFW content.

A= Afterplay (What are they like after? Do they take care of you or do they immediately sleep?)

Shikamaru is pretty normal when it comes to aftercare. He’ll make sure you’re okay, and will clean you up afterwards. He’d probably be down to just lay around afterwards with you in comfortable silence, maybe talking about life. Definitely enjoys pillowtalk.

B= Body Part (What is their favorite body part? On them and on you?)

He never really prides himself on his physical attributes, but if he had to choose a favorite part on him, it’d probably be his hands. They help him think, they’re skilled in making signs, and he loves to see his hands on you. For you, his favorite body part would be your legs. He just thinks they’re sexy. He also loves to see them shake in pleasure.

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum really... I’m a disgusting person)

He doesn’t really have a favorite place to cum. If he can, he’d cum either in you or in your mouth, just to save the time of cleaning up. But if he isn’t particularly picky, he also likes cumming on your chest.

D= Dominant/Submissive (Are they usually dominant or submissive? Do they often lead?)

Mans is a TOTAL switch. He’ll take the lead most of the time, not minding it at all. But sometimes when he’s feeling extra lazy, he’ll love it when you take the lead. Even if it doesn’t seem like he’s enjoying it, he really is. Deep down, he loves it when you’re dominating him and telling him what to do. He’ll get all flustered and will probably stutter a lot, trying to regain control. If you’re controlling his orgasm, he’ll probably be too embarrassed to beg for it. But after a while, he’ll be whimpering and begging for you to let him cum.

E= Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Shikamaru has little to no experience, but he’s an insanely fast learner. His first time with you will probably start out a little awkward and fumbly if you’re expecting him to take the lead. You might need to guide him a little bit to help him loosen up, but once he finally feels comfortable, he’ll be an expert on your body.

He’s very perceptive, and will probably ask you questions like, “Does that feel good? Do you like that?” just so he can track where you like to be touched. Once he gets into the swing of things, he knows exactly what he’s doing.

F= Film (Do they like others watching you two do it? Are they willing to have a threesome with someone?)

Doubt it. Shikamaru will probably refuse to film a sex tape or refuse to do any serious risk just due to the horrors of someone watching you two. He treats sex as an important thing, and to be exposed to others in such an intimate state is something he’s terrified of. Threesomes too— he’ll probably not be down for that either. One, because that means putting in a lot of effort (what a drag...) and two, because he still doesn’t want to expose that part of himself to another person besides you.

G= Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment or humorous?)

honestly, it depends on the day. During his first time with you, he was a nervous wreck so he tried to stay as serious as possible. After you helped loosen him up a bit and get more comfortable, he wasn’t as serious. Sex with him can be funny at times— sometimes you might accidentally push him off the bed, or you might bang your head against the headboard, which will most likely be followed by an “Oh fuck! I’m sorry! You alright?” by him. You’ll start laughing, as you say, “I’m alright, Shika!”. When you continue what you were doing, he might make jokes about it afterwards, just to lighten the mood a bit.

H= Highlight (Does something usually happen while doing it? If so, what are those?)

He’s a BIG fan of lazy morning sex (obviously), and sometimes he might just be in a trance for a second, admiring your body slowly moving against him. If he’s on top, he might slow down with his thrusts or stop moving altogether. You have to snap him back into reality during these moments, but you don’t mind. The fact that he stopped because he was admiring you certainly flatters you.

I= Intimacy (How are they during the moment?)

even if funny moments do happen during the moment (as stated before), he’s quick to go back into his intimate state. He treats sex as an important thing that you and him only share, so he’s pretty intimate and passionate no matter what. Even if he looks unbothered sometimes (that rbf can sometimes show during sex), deep down he’s really enjoying the moment. But, usually, he makes sure you know he’s enjoying himself and that he loves you. Expect lots of loving touches and kisses.

He’ll probably let out small “I love you”’s and will 100% hold your hand as he’s going down on you. He’ll praise you a lot too, with phrases like “You’re doing so well. Man, you look so pretty like that.” and “You feel so good. I love you.”

J= Jack off (Do they often masturbate? How embarrassed are they when you find them masturbating?)

His sex drive is somewhat low, so he might not masturbate that often. When you’re not there, and when he’s feeling extra pent-up, he’ll make sure to do it where there’s no chance of anyone seeing. You might be able to catch him once in a blue moon, hearing soft sighs and small whispers of your name. He’ll be super embarrassed even if you’re the one catching him. His cheeks will flush, he’ll avoid eye contact with you, and he’ll mutter out a string of excuses to try and save him from his embarrassment, not paying attention that you were walking towards him, wanting to help him out.

K= Kink (What kinks do they have?)

Shikamaru is pretty vanilla, so nothing super major. but he DEFINITELY has a praise kink. It reassures him when you’re the one praising him, and when he’s praising you, he just likes to compliment you and show you how much he loves you.

He’s also into orgasm control. When he’s the dominant one, he isn’t super harsh with his commands. He’ll probably still praise you while giving you commands. He just likes to see you desperate for him. “You’re doing so well, baby. Just hold on a little longer, okay? You just look so pretty like this.”

If you want to control his orgasm, he’ll be a little embarrassed at first. Try to make him feel as comfortable as possible. Once he’s loosened up a little, he’ll be a blushing mess, whimpering softly and bucking up into your hand (like I said, mans is a total switch). If you make him beg for his release, he’ll be embarrassed at first, but once you let him know that’s his only way to cum, he’ll hesitantly start to plead for it.

L= Location (Favorite places to do it)

Since Shika is pretty worried about risks, he wouldn’t do anything where there’s a chance of anyone spotting the two of you. He’ll enjoy private places like the bedroom, the shower, and, if he’s feeling adventurous, maybe somewhere in the house like the kitchen table.

(He’s definitely had fantasies of fucking you in the hot springs late at night when no one was there, but he’s still hesitant about the risk. Will totally be down if he’s totally sure no one will catch you two.)

M= Mood (Do they often want to do it with you?)

Shikamaru’s sex drive is a little low— he can go without it for a while, but he’s almost always down to be intimate with you, as long as it’s safe and you feel comfortable as well. He probably won’t initiate sex very often, but if you tease him for a while, he’ll be following you around like a lost puppy, silently pleading for you to let him fuck you.

N= No (Something they wouldn’t do.)

Anything where there’s a high chance of getting caught by others. If you reassure him enough, he might give in a little bit and do something a tad bit risky, but nothing super out of his comfort zone.

He also wouldn’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. He wants to make sure you’re okay with everything he’s doing.

Probably won’t be into super hardcore BDSM or intense pain play. If you really beg him to choke you or slap you, he’ll be hesitant and will probably do it lightly, after asking you “Is this okay? You can say stop at any time. Am I hurting you too much?”. He really just doesn’t want to hurt you.

O= Oral (Do they like receiving or giving?)

He LOVES receiving. His favorite thing is to lay back lazily and let you suck him off. Hands behind his head, admiring the sight of your mouth on his cock. He won’t move an inch. Totally a pillow prince when it comes to receiving oral.

When he’s in the mood to give, he’d prefer you to sit on his face, so he doesn’t have to move around as much. Will totally be fine with you grinding on his face.

He definitely knows what he’s doing after the first couple tries. He’s an insanely fast learner and will take a mental note of what you like.

P= Pace (Are their paces slow or fast? Rough or soft?)

his normal pace is pretty slow and moderate. His lazyness keeps him from moving super fast and rough, but he’s certainly got the ability to do it. If he’s frustrated because of something, (maybe something has been bugging him or he’s just had an irritating day), he’ll pick up the pace a bit just to let out a bit of frustration, but he’ll make sure you’re okay with it first.

Q= Quickie (Their opinion on quickies. Do they do it often?)

He isn’t the biggest fan of quickies, but it gets the job done. He’d prefer to take his time with you, but sometimes he’s got a packed schedule and needs a way to quickly relieve himself. Sometimes he’d grab your hand before going on a mission and fuck you just in case it’ll be his last time seeing you. It’s not his favorite thing — he’d much rather be slow and sensual with you — but on the rare occasion he does do quickies, he makes sure you’re both satisfied. His pace quickens up and he’s a little more rough, but nothing too crazy.

R= Risk (Do they tease you in public? Do they have sex with you in public places? If so, usually where?)

Again, he’s pretty anxious about doing anything super risky. The most he’d do it tease you a bit in public, maybe whispering in your ear as you walk with him, or when sitting together, brushing his fingers against your inner thigh under the table.

S= Stamina (How many rounds they can go on?)

On a normal day, the most he’d want to go is two rounds. He can do another, but, again, his laziness usually keeps him from going over two rounds. If you beg a little harder, and if you’re both still wanting more, he might be down for a third round.

T= Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them?)

He doesn’t own any toys, but he’s down to buy and use them if you want to. He’s pretty laid-back about toys. If you want to use some on him, he wouldn’t be opposed to it either, but he likes using them on you and seeing your reaction.

U= Unfair (How much do they like to tease? How often do they tease?)

He doesn’t tease you that much in public, but he likes teasing you in private. He’ll pull away from you while you’re kissing him, and will use his hands to roam your body but he won’t touch your sweet spots. You’ll whine a bit, but that only makes him more entertained.

“Shika... C’mon, quit teasing...”

“You know you like it when I do this.”

He actually tried to tease you in public, hugging you from behind and grinding into you slightly. Needless to say, you were certainly riled up after that.

If you try to tease him in public, he’ll turn bright red and will probably start stuttering a bit. Brush against his dick while moving past him through a crowd, and say “Oh, excuse me,” with an innocent look. The look in his eyes tells you he knows exactly what you’re doing.

If you’re dominant with him in the bedroom, teasing him is a fun challenge. He’ll act like he’s not bothered, but after a while, he’ll get impatient and desperate for you to touch him. He’ll probably stutter a lot, trying not to sound desperate.

V= Volume (How loud are they?)

He’s usually somewhat quiet. Mostly because he’s a little embarrassed. If he’s in charge, expect a couple of soft sighs and groans from him. If you’re dominant with him, he’ll be a lot more flustered and loud.

W= Wet tongue (Do they like to dirty talk you? Do they often do it? Are their words dregrading or praising?)

He can talk dirty from time to time. He’ll usually praise you and give you a couple of commands, but nothing super dirty. He’ll probably whisper out something like:

“Keep doing it just like that. That’s a good girl.”

“You look so pretty all spread out for me.”

If you want him to degrade you, it’ll be a little difficult for him to get used to, and he’ll always make sure you’re not uncomfortable with the things he’s saying. He’ll accidentally praise you out of habit sometimes.

“Look at you, all helpless. You look so beautiful— oh, uh, my bad. I meant...”

You’ll start laughing and he’ll start fumbling his words, trying to make sense at what he just said. He’ll get the hang of it sooner or later.

X= Xtra (Random headcanon)

LOVES it when you ride him. Especially when you’re facing him. He can stay there with his hands on your hips, helping you find a rhythm. When he’s feeling a little more submissive, he doesn’t mind if you straddle him and hold his arms down.

Secretly loves it when you pull his hair. If he’s kissing your neck, grab his hair and grind into him a little. He’ll go crazy.

Y= Yearning (How high is their sex drive? Do they often seek you out?)

He sex drive is fairly low, and he doesn’t initiate sex very often. He’s attracted to people who are direct and know what they want, so you’ll have to say exactly what you want him to do for him to get a clue. He’s pretty smart when it comes to you dropping hints, and probably suspects that you want him, but he’s always unsure and has doubts. Make sure to say exactly what you want to him, or else he won’t do anything.

Z= Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards.)

He can fall asleep after sex fairly easily. If he wants to, he can just lay there with you and talk, but he’s down for either one. If he’s feeling particularly tired, he’ll fall asleep against you right away, and you can watch him calmly drift off.

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